Blondie

Blondie - No Exit Extended Video Version lyrics

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*harpsichord solo*
 [Blondie]
 THERE'S NO sinning, bears getting dressed to kill
 Laughing down the sun like a jackal will
 With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart
 He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart
 And drink it up till the morning starts
 Circulate the red light this is get the girls and get the sis'
 Pinch him up and give em bliss
 Kissin fears with all his might forever

 [Coolio]
 Standed on the verge of the edge of the ledge
 Waitin for me to fall, then I got a call
 It said, "WAIT HOLD UP HOMEY, YOU MUST BE TRIPPIN
 YOU CAN'T BE PUTTIN THAT STRIPPIN AND WHIPPIN
 UP IN YOUR PIMPIN, YOU BETTER STAND TALL
 FOOL YOU WAS BORN TO BALL
 TOOK A LITTLE FALL AND NOW YOU WANNA END IT ALL
 YOU BEEN CHASIN DREAMS LIKE A HOUND DOG ON THE HUNT
 Take your place in the front wit yo' hands on the blunt
 And it's right in your grasp man, I know they laughin
 BUT YOU'LL BE LAUGHIN LATER CUZ TIMES IS GON' GET GREATER!"

 [Blondie]
 That's when you least expect it
 You understand there is no exit

 [Prodigy]
 Aiyyo rock that *shit*, slamdance to this
 Move the *fuck* back when you see us in the mosh pit
 Smash something when my heavy metal raps thump in
 Crack more heads open than Beck's, you and your mans floated
 Tales From The Crypt, Rocky Horror couldn't Picture it
 Spine-tingling, give you goose bumps singin it
 *Bitch-ass niggas* scared to party wit The Infamous
 We jumpin over the bar snatchin mad liquors

 [U-God]
 Out of the darkness, spark this total chaos
 Mark to scheme the hardest, nothing can save us
 All that is sacred, dearly departed
 Braveheart slave brave contains something courageous
 Salute shining armor, persona rip stages
 Loud as Nirvana, beneath the golden ages
 The road rash explode, little rigor that devour
 Don't cry for me, I'm bout drunk off the power

 Chorus [Blondie] 2x
 Who's gonna cry for ya
 Who's gonna cry over you

 [Havoc]
 Now if you think my Infamous Mobb remains untamed
 And we out for the cash while you out for the fame
 Lay back, count on my stack down to Cognac
 Writin my raps, here hold that, it's bound to go plat
 When my bang hits, relentless, whatever I spit
 Like a fresh pair of kicks outta the box, ready to rock
 You know the drilly stay collaboratin wit my committee
 Then it's on the L-I-E to QB city

 [Inspectah Deck]
 Yo yo
 We storm the sound clash, but none heard the sound of the blast
 Send the mass outta control, the system found smash
 There's blood on the dance floor, they still chant "More!"
 The nitty gritty, New York inner city
 Fifty caliber thoughts force the world to bang wit me
 Bound to hit hard like twenty gods benchin in the yard
 Men at large take charge, out to make ours and take ours
 We fought against all odds
 Party crasher, verbal assault, quick to blast ya
 Ya stunned momentarily, dropped seconds after

 Chorus 2x

 *guitar solo*

 Chorus to end
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Language: English

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