Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
I can’t stand these blues….They’re too much for me

You know special delivery….Return so many line
Ah special delivery….Return too many line
I don’t want no credit….Just let me love you ’til I die

You know some will like to argue, every time they take a drink
I don’t have time to do either one if our love is on the blink
Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
Put my money on my honey….Cash on delivery

Ah special delivery….Return so many line
You know special delivery return….too many line
Don’t give me no credit….Just let me love you ’til I die….Yeah

You know some will like to argue, every time they take a drink
I don’t have time to do either one when our love is on the blink
Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
Put my money on my honey….Cash on delivery

Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
Oh come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
‘Cause I can’t stand these blues….They’re too much for me….Oh

Oh baby….Baby….Come on….Make it C.O.D….Come here baby
Oh listen baby….I need you right now….Can’t you come right away
Make it C.O.D….Oh….C.O.D.

Call of a dog, cry of a bitch
Cream of a dream is the cause of the itch
Call of the doctor, cash on demand
If you get enough rope, might even hang

CHORUS:
C.O.D. – care of the devil
C.O.D. – the devil in me
C.O.D. – care of the devil
Care of the devil in me

The curse of love is the cause of the pain
The crime of the day is when you do it again
Call of the doctor, cash on demand
If you give them a finger, they’ll take off your hand

CHORUS
(Down to the devil with me)

Call of the dove, cry of a bitch
The sign of the sinner, the size of his itch

CHORUS

I’m paying, paying, I’m paying C.O.D.
Care of the devil, care of the devil in me
It’s the curse of love

I remember the way when we used to play,
All our troubles seemed so far away,
That was when I lived from day to day,

Do you remember the times,
When all on our minds,
Was having fun,
And catching a buzz,
That was life for you and for me,

Oh-oh-oh I want it back,
Oh-oh-oh I want it back, now,
I’ve got my life to live,

Looking back now at all of my friends,
And asking myself why these times had to end,
Well, I’m older now than I was then,
And it makes no sense to try and deny it,
There’s no use to try and defy it,
That’s the way life goes for you and for me

Oh-oh-oh I want it back,
Oh-oh-oh I want it back, now,
I’ve got my life to live,

Hey

Oh-oh-oh I want it back,
Oh-oh-oh I want it back, now,
I’ve got my life to live,
Right now, right now, right now….

Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man

What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops [Wu-Tang five finger shit]
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
KnowhatI’msayin?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get…)
Yeah, check this ol fly shit out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y’all) Check this shit, yo!

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let’s start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn ‘Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV’s, every week we made forty G’s
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

Chorus: Method Man

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y’all

Verse Two: Inspector Deck

It’s been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I’m alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not… could not…
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin — going up state’s my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don’t know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that’s the time when I’m not depressed
But I’m still depressed, and I ask what’s it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty’s running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain’t trying to hear what I’m kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Outro:

Chorus — 4X

Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
YaknowhatI’msayin?
Cuz we can’t just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down

Chorus — 3X

Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y’aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

Hexum, Sexton, Mahoney and Wills
We groove so fuckin’ hard it gives you the chills
Well I’ve been stricken
The bass is kickin’
When suckers step to me, boy, I give them a lickin’

Chorus
Cosmic Utopian Thrivin’ Mission, my baby
Cosmic Utopian Thrivin’ Mission, my baby

I feel good
Yo bad self

Well, I am the Hexum, call me Nick
I live by the code of cosmic
I’ve come to say, we’re here to stay
Utopian way we’ll play today
We’ve got the drive, we are so live
Won’t take a dive, we’re gonna thrive
We got a condition called ambition
To the cosmic utopian thrivin’ mission

Chorus

Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist
In your face celebratin’ a brand new race
We know colors are just brothers and some others
Drive on the ginger but they failed to mention
The consequence of no conscience
You can’t fool, I’m schoolin’ you with the new school
Now speakin on a round, step back mother fucker, I’m goin’ to town

Chorus

I feel good
Break it down
I got one more rhyme

Yes, the verbs I got
They hit that spot
The crowd is freakin’
And bro., I’m peekin’
When I’m on stage, you’re havin’ a fit
But without my brothers, baby, I ain’t shit

Chorus

c’? una strada in cielo
lunga quanto un’eternit?
e in certe notti limpide
puoi vederci una folla che va
sono i tagliati fuori
i diseredati di ogni et?
gente di nessuno di nessuna identit?
hanno gli occhi come spenti
sguardi fissi che non sognano pi?
e quanto camminare poi
per un metro in pi? di dignit?
c’? una strada in cielo
lunga come un’eternit?
non li chiamano angeli e non li chiamano santi
forse sono degli uomini
che restano indietro come tanti
come tanti
non li chiamano angeli e non li chiamano mai
quelle bocche che parlano e parlano
ma che non dicono niente
proprio niente
c’? una strada in cielo poi
e il tuo vecchio puoi trovarlo l?
che suda la sua terra che
fa sudare anche l’anima
c’? una strada in cielo
lunga come un’eternit?
non li chiamano angeli e non li chiamano santi
quelle bocche che parlano e parlano
ma che non dicono niente
proprio niente
certo sono degli uomini
che restano uomini in ogni senso
pi? profondo
B’? una strada in cielo sai
ma che in paradiso ancora non va
c’? una strada in cielo
che fa il giro e poi ritorna qua

Elle te fera changer la course des nuages,
Balayer tes projets, vieillir bien avant l’?ge,
Tu la perdras cent fois
Dans les vapeurs des ports,
C’est ?crit…

Elle rentrera bless?e
Dans les parfums d’un autre,
Tu t’entendras hurler
?Que les diables l’emportent?,
Elle voudra que tu pardonnes,
Et tu pardonneras,
C’est ?crit…

Elle n’en sort plus de ta m?moire
Ni la nuit, ni le jour,
Elle danse derri?re les brouillards
Et toi, tu cherches et tu cours.

Tu prieras jusqu’aux heures
Ou personne n’?coute,
Tu videras tous les bars
Qu’elle mettra sur ta route,
T’en passeras des nuits
A regarder dehors.
C’est ?crit…

Elle n’en sort plus de ta m?moire
Ni la nuit, ni le jour,
Elle danse derri?re les brouillards
Et toi, tu cherches et tu cours,
Mais y’a pas d’amours sans histoires.
Et tu r?ves, tu r?ves…

Qu’est-ce qu’elle aime, qu’est-ce qu’elle veut ?
Et ces ombres qu’elle te dessine
Autour des yeux ?
Qu’est-ce qu’elle aime ?

Qu’est-ce qu’elle r?ve, qui elle voit ?
Et ces cordes qu’elle t’enroule autour des bras?
Qu’est-ce qu’elle r?ve ?

Je t’?couterai me dire ses soupirs,
Ses dentelles,
Qu’? bien y r?fl?chir
Elle n’est plus vraiment belle,
Que t’es d?j? pass?
Par des moments plus forts,
Depuis …

Elle n’en sort plus de ta m?moire
Ni la nuit, ni le jour,
Elle danse derri?re les brouillards
Tu cherches et tu cours,
Mais y’a pas d’amours sans histoires
Oh tu r?ves, tu r?ves…

Elle n’en sort plus de ta m?moire
Elle danse derri?re les brouillards
Et moi j’ai v?cu la m?me histoire
Depuis je compte les jours…
Depuis je compte les jours…
Depuis je compte les jours…

Ah Ohh Hey Hey x 2
Hey boy sittin in your tree
Mummy always wants you to come for tea
Don’t be shy, straighten up your tie
Get down from your tree house sittin in the sky
I wanna know just what to do
Is it very big is there room for two?
I got a house with windows and doors
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours


Gotta let me in, hey, hey, hey
Let the fun begin hey
I’m the wolf today hey, hey, hey
I’ll huff I’ll puff
I’ll huff I’ll puff and blow you away


Say you will say you won’t
Say you’ll do what I don’t
Say you’re true, say to me c’est la vie


Do you play with the girls, play with the boys?
Do you ever get lonely playing with your toys?
We can talk, we can sing
I’ll be the queen and you’ll be the king
Hey boy in your tree
Thrown down your ladder make a room for me
I got a house with windows and doors
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours


Gotta let me in, hey, hey, hey
Let the fun begin
I’m the wolf today, hey, hey, hey
I’ll huff I’ll puff I’ll huff and puff and blow you away


Say you will say you won’t
Say you’ll do what I don’t
Say you’re true, say to me c’est la vie


Say you will say you won’t
say you’ll do what I don’t
Say you’re true, say to me c’est la vie

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished ’em well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam have rung the chapel bell
C’est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They finished off an apartment with a two-room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was jammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
And when Pierre found work, the little money comin’ worked out well
C’est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono, boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all blues, rock, rhythm, and jazz
But when the sun went down, the volume went down as well
C’est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney, it was a cherry red ’53
And drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
C’est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished ’em well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam have rung the chapel bell
C’est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

Check a little story
about a girl i know named mony
she loves to play with my head
c’est la vie mama
like one two three baby
living in her one-track world
is leaving me lonely
she might as well be leavin’ me for dead
c’est la vie to your love


listen baby
can’t leave it off ’til tomorrow
that leads to the very next day
good lovin’ don’t leave me no sorrow
the only lovin’ is good lovin’

chorus


what can i do
i’m head over heel for your love

c’est la vie mama
like one two three baby
what can i do
when lovin’ you
is just not enough
not enough

man i gave her
everything for so long
even emptied out my soul
c’est la vie mama
like one two three baby
no one in ever tryin’ to go on
when we got nowhere to go
c’est la vie
to your l-o-v-e


chorus

mama i’m leavin’
let her question why
are you sorry baby
well are you sorry baby
they say you never miss the water
till the well runs dry
are you thirsty baby
are you thirsty yeah, yeah


chorus (repeat)