ASHLEY HICKLIN Live on BBC Radio York with Presenter Matt Seymour. Performing “Never Say Never”, taken from the debut album “Parrysland”…

Lyrics / Song-text:
Hold your love, my dear,
They sent a message, this morning, twas clear,
For I will sail the seven seas,
Fight for my country yeah it would seem,
Will you wait, for me, my dear?
And if I return, from front line duty,
There will be bells galore in spring,
And oh no dont cry, my love, for I will try,
My very best for you and I,
If you wait, for me, my dear.

Drive baby drive, take a left, take a right,
Show your true colours, Were like strangers in the night,
Lets brim the tank full, theres a roadtrip in store and,
Buckle your belt yeah, lets head for the moors,
Head for the moors, head for the moors.

Town after town, saw a clothes garment fly,
Come the end of the world, we had both become shy,
And in the bright, city lights, came a dare unto me,
So we chased round the minster going, Starkers and free,

Starkers and free, yeah ee yeah
Starkers and free!

Were sewing the seed, the never say never dream,
Who knows, this could be,
The never say never, the never say never,
Dream, Oh its a dream.

Smile baby smile, once, in a while,
Wont you opt to be an optimist on the long green mile,
For the devil is a doubt, that burns a conflict in me,
So let the rain pour down, and the confidence free,
Confidence free, confidence free!

Were sewing the seed, the never say never dream,
Who knows, this could be, The never say never,
Oh oh oh, the never say never, Well well,

Were sewing the seed, the never say never dream,
Who knows, this could be, The never say never,
Oh oh oh, the never say never,
Dream, Dream.

Duration : 0:4:22

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Lyrics / Song-text:
Hold your love, my dear,
They sent a message, this morning, twas clear,
For I will sail the seven seas,
Fight for my country yeah it would seem,
Will you wait, for me, my dear?
And if I return, from front line duty,
There will be bells galore in spring,
And oh no dont cry, my love, for I will try,
My very best for you and I,
If you wait, for me, my dear.

Drive baby drive, take a left, take a right,
Show your true colours, Were like strangers in the night,
Lets brim the tank full, theres a road-trip in store and,
Buckle your belt yeah, lets head for the moors,
Head for the moors, head for the moors.

Town after town, saw a clothes garment fly,
Come the end of the world, we had both become shy,
And in the bright, city lights, came a dare unto me,
So we chased round the minster going, Starkers and free,

Starkers and free, yeah ee yeah
Starkers and free!

Were sewing the seed, the never say never dream,
Who knows, this could be,
The never say never, the never say never,
Dream, Oh its a dream.

Smile baby smile, once, in a while,
Wont you opt to be an optimist on the long green mile,
For the devil is a doubt, that burns a conflict in me,
So let the rain pour down, and the confidence free,
Confidence free, confidence free!

Were sewing the seed, the never say never dream,
Who knows, this could be, The never say never,
Oh oh oh, the never say never, Well well,

Were sewing the seed, the never say never dream,
Who knows, this could be, The never say never,
Oh oh oh, the never say never,
Dream, Dream.

Duration : 0:5:2

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Lyrics
Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold.
They’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don’t understand him, an’ he don’t die young,
He’ll prob’ly just ride away.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
‘Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do,
Sometimes won’t know how to take him.
He ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him,
Do things to make you think he’s right.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
‘Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Duration : 0:2:41

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Super foxy lady and a, A or a C, and ya

got what it takes, ya got, all that ya need

to make that, Country Rock with a, hillbilly beat

Ya Just need
0:36
one or two E’s, with a couple of G’s and a

Stubble faced fella, in a, Tight pair of jeans

ya got all that ya need by adding a D with a

rhythm and a song that will, move your feet,
1:05

Belt buckles and bars, big trucks and NASCAR s

are the stories to sing, But ya gotta walk the line

with the Rolling Rock Thing

1:20
Chorus

Bandannas and hats, with a story to sing
BUT YA
Gotta walk the line with the, Rolling Rock thing

Country is solid rock, with a, Hillbilly swing
BUT YA

Gotta walk the line, with the, Rolling Rock Thing

1:43

Verse # 2

Country, is the rock, for all music ya see

Just by mixing up the cords, and, by, changing the beat
1:52
you can make the people dance, or just

sit in their seat, with a

couple a G’s and some C’s and some D’s
1:59
It’s the stories and the rhythm, and it never grows old

stirring up emotions deep,,,,,, down in our soul’s

But if ya want ta play the opera Son
you gotta
Find your rock but gotta remember

Don’t let IT Roll
No
Don’t let that rock Roll

2:31
Choru

Bandannas and hats, with a story to sing
BUT YA
Gotta walk the line with the, Rolling Rock thing

Country is solid rock, with a, Hillbilly swing
BUT YA

Gotta walk the line, with the, Rolling Rock Thing
3:00
Belt buckles and bars, big trucks and NASCAR s

are the stories to sing, But ya gotta walk the line

with the Rolling Rock Thing

3:16
Belt buckles and bars, big trucks and NASCAR s

are the stories to sing, But ya gotta walk the line

with the Rolling Rock Thing
3:35
Rolling ROCK THING

Duration : 0:3:41

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Lyrics:
Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
They’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis
And each night begins a new day
If you don’t understand him, and he don’t die young
He’ll probably just ride away

Chorus:
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
‘Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love

Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don’t know him won’t like him and them that do
Sometimes won’t know how to take him
He ain’t wrong, he’s just different but his pride won’t let him
Do things to make you think he’s right

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Duration : 0:3:53

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Marshall “Mars” Manning is a Hollywood bound rapper and singer who was shown with his “Golden Ticket” during the January 13th, 2010 “Atlanta Auditions” episode of American Idol.

Mars was there when General Larry Platt performed his notorious “Pants on the Ground” sensational hit and was inspired by the General to take heed to his wise words… Thus quickly writing and recording, “Pants Up”.

Mars was once a victim of SPS, “Sagging Pants Syndrome”, but since the General’s impartation, Mars has decided to “hike up” his attitude on the subject.

Pants Up
by Mars

May I have your attention please – I repeat – May I
Man Hang on man I forgot my belt. My pants just fell down!

Yall act like you’ve never seen a belt or suspenders before
just a plain white T and capris…
(Naw Mars those are shorts!)
I pity those who wanna rebuttal this Mars banter Spangled…
Lookin like a FOOL with your pants around your ankles
It’s a pity though. Diddy knows class is hard to find!
Jump on that last train to Paris ’cause your style is asinine.
I’ve been assigned to keep rhyming and further define this renown sound.
Lookin like a FOOL with your pants on the ground!

I get ‘em up
I keep my pants up off the ground
I get ‘em up now

I get ‘em up
High off the ground
I get ‘em up now – yeah

An epidemic a movement, see everybody’s buying belts
I copped 10 for my homes and 20 for myself
Rhinestone studded – Gucci red and green
I got diamonds on the buckle!
Diamonds Diamonds on my buckle!
My suspenders are poppin
My suspenders are cool
All the girls keep jockin
they chase me after school
Andre 3’s style’s nothing to consider
When you browse the selection I copped at urban outfitters
I got bright cherry red and mustard yellow dijon
Hand braided soft suede cohann.com
(Give me the green one!)
Lets go on a shopping spree
Everybody knows the best belts in life ain’t cheap!
The belt force one combo was nothing to share
So I had to go back to belt locker and cop another pair – see
This one was a gift – I call it the Taylor Swift
But everybody knows the one that steals the show’s
The Mr West

I get ‘em up
I keep my pants up off the ground
I get ‘em up now

I get ‘em up
High off the ground
I get ‘em up now – yeah

Sometimes I get on the mic and just dream at the sky
With my eyes behind shades and my pants hiked high
Barely there socks – Pant cuffs at the knees
I like to keep ‘em that way so that my ankles can breathe
This song is dedicated, premeditated, and laced with style
and made for anyone out there who sags their pangs in denial
See I’m not asking for attention – just to be thrown in the mix
and played at the top of every hour until this problem is fixed
See, this is a movement, a culture, a way to live loud
Anything is possible with pants hiked high and proud
Birds chirping dogs barking everything is grand
You KNOW that you’re in style with that high water tan
Shirt tucked in? Boy, now you’re talking edgy.
Everybody’s down with the dude that sports the wedgie
If you’re listening to this and joining in is a must
I’d like to invite you now to go ahead and sing along with us

We get ‘em up
We keep my pants up off the ground
We get ‘em up now

We get ‘em up
High off the ground
We get ‘em up now – yeah

Rising, rising, belt pulled tightly
All circulation must cease
General Larry’s words inspired me
To be all that I can be

We get ‘em up
We keep my pants up off the ground
We get ‘em up now

We get ‘em up
High off the ground
We get ‘em up now – yeah

Oh wow! I’ll take the purple, the green one, the blue one
Is this real camel hair? This one’s nice. It’ll match the shade of gold in my teeth.

Up off the ground.
Up off the ground.
Up off the ground.

Video © 2010 Mars Music, LLC. All rights reserved.

Duration : 0:4:39

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Duration : 0:9:56

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Duration : 0:3:54

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Download this song and other Lil KeKe / Swisha House tracks as a ringtone at http://ringtoneballers.net

Welcome to the uh Southside,
no, uh-uh, I said the Southside of H-Town.
you gotta peep game, you know what I’m sayin cuz um,
Texas from the south
and Louisiana from the south
and Mississippi from the south
Atlanta, Georgia from the south

Chorus:

That’s why we doin the uh
South Side, the South Side, yeah
the South Side, the South Side, everybody do the,
South Side, the South Side, yeah,
the South Side, the South Side, raise your hands and do the
South Side, the South Side, yeah,
the South Side, the South Side,
shokarock it do the South Side, the South Side yeah,
the South Side, the South Side,

H-town is thowin up the duce
and givin niggas dab
you know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (uh-huh)
We’re thowin up the duce
and givin niggas dab
you know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (alright)
We’re thowin up the duce
and givin niggas dab
you know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (what?)
I’m throwin up the duce, and givin niggas dab
you know the Southside actin bad on the slab,

Verse1

I woke up early, jumped in the butta
[Versace]sace shades pushin blades, let them four burn rubber.
I swung and I swang, you know that nigga clean.
Hit the Belfort and the [Martin Luther]King, Europeans with the screens.
Bigga fo tank, everything cash
glass pop red throw the wood in the dash.
Mashin on the gas is a thug like Green.
Prompt for a young I see not in the pin
showin naked and my stories `bout to kill ya.
Seventeen hundred west appalova silver.
Hit the school zone, fourteen shoocky,
caught that lil duce sideways sittin crocked
Pulled in Exxon nuthin less then supreme
never slippin but I’m trippin candy red on the scene.
Flossin on the hoes, tossin on them women
gotta pop the trunk for that nigga pad lemon

Alright we’re thowin up the duce
and givin niggas dab
you know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (uh-huh)
We’re thowin up the duce
and givin niggas dab
you know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (alright)
We’re thowin up the duce
and givin niggas dab
you know the Southside actin bad on the slab, (what?)
I’m throwin up the duce, and givin niggas dab
you know the Southside actin bad on the slab,

Verse2

Ashes to ashes dust to dust,
lead in the bus, sweets and tusk
mobbin heavy in a Chevy,
breaking concrete, Polo on my body and Nikes on my feet.
Hold ya horses these is choices in the presence of a playa
buckle up the belt threw the Southern Himalayas
Raise up off the dick , because you see ya nigga glowin’
over seas blowin trees with a long esa mowin’.
Mary Jane on the plane ain’t a thing changed.
Peace a chain, diamond ring, cause I’m thowed in the game.
Back in nine-five I was broke catchin cabs.
Fuck ‘em all I’m a ball. Chop it up on the slab

chorus :

Cause I’m thowin up the duce,
and givin niggas dab.
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab.
Alright we thowin’ up the duce,
and givin niggas dab.
You know the Southside actin bad on the slab.
We do the Southside, the Southside, yeah.
The Southside, the Southside, everybody do the,
Southside, the Southside, yeah.
the Southside, the Southside, yeah.

Raise yo hands, so so high, rub ya head, and do the Southside.
Do the shockin’ and the rockin’, from left to right,
look fly, get high with ya swisha rolled tight.
I might just do, the Southside with you,
It’s easy and new, break it down and jam it screwed.
draws stankin curls if that’s the way you hit ‘em
movin’ side to side with ya motion and ya rhythm,
you still in move, stay in the groove
keep your high and you really can’t lose
I’m a lift my head, and keep my pride
and let the whole world do the Southside.

We doin’ the Southside, the Southside, yeah
the Southside, the Southside, everybody do the,
Southside, the Southside, yeah,
the Southside, the Southside, raise your hands and do the
Southside, the Southside, yeah,
the Southside, Southside,
shokarock it do the Southside, the Southside yeah,
the Southside, the Southside
It feel good to do the Southside,

Verse 4

The Southside ain’t threw.
The Southside it’s here new and it’s screw.
and it’s me Lil’ Ke’ and the Hershalwood click.
If you don’t like it get up off the Southside dick.
Smoke another blunt,
pull another stunt.
Jammed down in the front on a million dollar hunt.
So raise your hands,
and open up wide,
and get yo the whole Southside.
yeahhhhhh

Duration : 0:4:57

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Lyrics,
Yeah
Alright boys follow me
Mostly in A
Stay with me now
Listen up this is philosophical

Mud grips – white-tip
Cigar stickin’ out of my face
Earnhardt racing sticker on the window
Banged up fender
4×4 – straight pipe roar
Primer and rust all over the door
Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle
White t-shirt – Ain’t afraid to work
Got a “what-are-you-looking-at-pretty boy” smirk

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don’t take no crap
Ain’t a pretty boy-toy
I’ll rock you steady
Rough and ready

Work boots – one blue suit
Size too small – won’t wear at all
Unless somebody kicks – gets hitched
It dont fit and makes me itch
Up with sun – off on the run
Makin’ money money – cause I wanna have fun
5 o’clock whistle – off like a missile
Got a hot date, girl named Kate
Think’s I’m cool – ’cause I shoot straight
Ain’t one thing about her fake
She’s long and tall – and she goes great with

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don’t take no crap
Ain’t a pretty boy-toy
I’ll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready, Baby

Ahh, Heres Johnny (Fiddle solo)
Just like that
Ah, here you go Grodo
I aint never heard nothin like that

Well you are who you are
That’s all right with me
But I am who I am
That’s all I can be
I like

Cold beer, hot wings
Wranglers, Skoal ring
Get just what you see
Gun rack, ball cap
Don’t take no crap
Ain’t a pretty boy-toy
I’ll rock you steady
Rough and ready
Rough and ready
Rough and ready, Baby
ah…me and my buddies are all alike
We all say, Hey, watch this.
That didnt turn out too good.
You okay?
(Laughs) What are you looking at?
Yeah thats a real gun in that gun rack.
No I dont have a permit for it.
Do you have a permit to ask stupid questions like that?
You can get hurt boy.
Get away from me.

Duration : 0:3:17

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