Lyrics Feed

Showing posts sorted by relevance for query Creeps Me Out. Sort by date Show all posts

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Creeps Me Out - Lyrics - Ima Robot

Title: Creeps Me Out
Artist: Ima Robot
Composer(s): Alex Ebert, Filip Nikolic, Justin Meldal-Johnsen, Tim Anderson, Scott Devours, Billy Mann

Lyric:
14 people in the club
Ima Robot with no love?
Backstage she came rollin' up
She said, "Do anything and I love ya"

Well, there must be a mistake, girl, you're way too hot
You could make a million dollars with the face you got
Don't you know my last number was a flop?
She said, "Do anything and I love ya"

Well, I don't do love letters
I'm no good with flowers
If I forget your birthday
Will you still love me?

What are the odds of
One true love?
You say, "High"
But I have my doubts

What are the odds of
Me letting you down?
Please don't cry, it's just your love
It creeps me out

Now she can't stop from lovin' me
Makin' me food, touchin' me
I told her, "I ain't got money on me"
She said, "Do anything and I love ya"

Yeah, I know your mom makes fun of me
And you caught your best friend under me
I guess this means you're done with me
She said, "Do anything and I love ya"

Well, I go out all hours
You get strange phone calls
I'm so A.D.D. with you
But you still love me

What are the odds of
One true love?
You say, "High"
But I have my doubts

What are the odds of
Me letting you down?
Please don't cry, it's just your love
It creeps me out

You're creeping me out

She don't screw my friends
And she cleans up my house
All of this love, girl, is creeping me out

She don't screw my friends
And she cleans up my house
All of this love, girl, is creeping me out

What are the odds of
One true love?
You say, "High"
But I have my doubts

What are the odds of
Me letting you down?
Please don't cry, it's just your love
It creeps me out

You're creeping me out
You're creeping me out
Girl, you're creeping me out
Girl, you creep me out

Play the MP3 online for free!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Mercury And Solace - Lyrics - Bt

Title: Mercury And Solace
Artist: Bt
Composer(s): Jan Johnston, Brian Wayne Transeau

Lyric:
Vibes
Only you are my happiness
My memories
Lovely voices

Nightfall, I'll meet you
Seeds of desire absolve
There's no going back
Losing control

As the morning creeps up
And looking for the shade
In your embrace
My grieving says

Reach out for me, reach out
Reach out for me, reach out

I know you're, you're there

Reach out for me, reach out
Reach out for me, reach out

I may go with you
Lovely voices
Lovely voices

Reach out for me, reach out
Reach out for me, reach out

Reach out for me, reach out
Reach out for me, reach out

Reach out for me, reach out

I savor every moment
I'll savor every moment
You're precious
You're precious to me

Reach out
Reach out

Play the MP3 online for free!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

#1 - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: #1
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga can't out-stunt me
When it come to these fucking cars, nigga
Believe that

You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentleys 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hanging, wrist blinging, just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumping ya bitch

B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinking that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm banging they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens

Baby, Brian, B, Bubba, you can call me what you feel
Hopping out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches and the platinum rings
(Platinum rings)

Nigga, shit ain't changed, still doing my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me
(Stunt like me)
Big Tymer representing, nigga, the U.P.T.

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I put dubs on cars, when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up

Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fucking teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark

Just bought a new car and I spent about a million
The motherfucking driver seat sitting in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fucking bad bitches
(Bad bitches, bad bitches)

I be hitting they daughters, I like my dick sucked fast
I like to play with them rookies
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Baby, pop the Cristal and shine the jewels
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty inch L's
Boss B., slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me

But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed
Give me the Gs, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happening, to me, these niggas lagging

What's up, Boss B.?
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a blucka-blucka, hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble, I'm on y'all street
Juvenile
(Juvenile)

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby, he get his shine on

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with
These Cash Money Hot Boys, with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire

That my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs, that Lexus, the new one
That come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs

And that Yu, the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
Look like it got frog eyes, that bitch on dubs

And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought
For our bitches, we got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentleys on dubs
I'm trying to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?

Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga
(At all, playboy)
We the #1 stunnas, nigga
(Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattling stripes
With that kit, ya understand?
We ain't playing, TVs in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)

Play the MP3 online for free!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

# 1 Stunna - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: # 1 Stunna
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Play the MP3 online for free!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Common Ground - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Common Ground
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
Who that at the door?
Yo tip its her yo
Whatchu doin here, in front my face
Whatchu doin here, in front my face
Whatchu doin here, in front my face
You didn't want my you didn't want it
So go somewhere, where you are wanted
But if you want to, then you could come here
Come here yo yo yo haha haha

Have you ever met a woman who just took your breath?
(Yeah uh huh uh huh yeah uh huh)
So deep inside her life she contemplated death
(Damn she did give a fella the creeps)

Can't help but get attached to a woman like that
(True that, true that, true that, true that)
The contact was quite immmediate, i had good tact
(Because you the man, you know you the man)
We related and debated over food and toons
(You know im good)
It started out in september now we into the june
(Say word, say word, say word, say word)

A simple night in the crib, now it just wont do
(No it just wont do, no it just wont do)
Because she liable to start shit to whail for you
(Whail for you, whail for uh)
She wanna push em away, buy diamond chips
And trick on treats, converse em'll flip
Gotta do her hair, take her out to the fair
Win a teddy bear, make sure you dont stare
At another one comin, dont be startin nothin
Be a slave to her, dont be brave to her
Make sure that she right, make sure that you wrong
When she wants to do it, make sure that its long
If anybody wanna make it work, it's me
(Hear me out hear me out)
But we gotta come to a common ground, baby
(Stay fly for me)

Any man, he could claim to be the one for you
(Say word, say word, say word, say word)
But put a street to yourself and realize whats true
(Yo word yo word yo word yo word)

If its me then lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
Get it goin on, lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on

Five billion a brick, its more that you could take
See, im not the one to be taken advantage of
And if you really think about it, i got nothin but love
And if your heart isnt in it, please let me know
Theres no need to waste time, if its no then i'll go

And if its me then lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
Get it goin on, lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
And if its me then lets get it goin on
Get it goin on, lets get it goin on

Play the MP3 online for free!

Monday, August 2, 2010

Common Ground (Get It Going On) - Lyrics - The Love Movement - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Common Ground (Get It Going On)
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Malik Taylor

Play the MP3 online for free!

Friday, August 13, 2010

Inertia Creeps - Lyrics - Mezzanine - Massive Attack

Title: Inertia Creeps
Album: Mezzanine
Artist: Massive Attack
Composer(s): Robert Del Naja, Grant Lee Marshall, Andrew Vowles

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Recollect me darling, raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos, four rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly, I'm a sliding scale
Can't endure, then you can't inhale
Clearly, out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying I fit nearly
Surrounds me though I get lonely

Slowly, moving up slowly
Inertia keeps, she's moving up slowly
Slowly, moving up slowly
Inertia creeps, moving up slowly
She comes, moving up slowly
She comes, moving up slowly
Inertia creeps, moving up slowly
She comes, moving up slowly
She comes, moving up slowly

In my home no chrome as clear as
See me now with my nearest dearest
Been there when I'm over careering
Room shifting is endearing
Between us is our kitchen
Would you found my irritants itching?
Been here before, been here forever

Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps, moving up slowly
Inertia creeps, moving up slowly
Inertia keeps, moving up slowly
She comes, moving up slowly
Moving up slowly
She comes, moving up slowly
Inertia creeps, moving up slowly
She comes

I make no sound in my Eiderdown
Awake I lie in the morning's blue
Room is still, my antenna in you
Nylon burns, the bedspread with two
Gravity's zero, see me stall
I bounce off walls, lose my footing and fall
It can be sweet though incomplete though
And the frames will freeze, see me on all four's
It's been a long time

She comes, she comes
I want to X you, she comes
I want to X you, she comes
I caught your radio waves
I caught your radio waves
Will you take a string?
Say you string me, Say you string me
Say inertia creeps, inertia creeps and she comes
Say she comes, say she comes, say she comes, say she comes

Play the MP3 online for free!

Friday, July 30, 2010

Copper - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Copper
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F Chapin

Lyric:
If you were looking for a way to make me mad
It was a sure fire way you found, acting like a half wit fool
Laying your money around, well, I came back here to tell you Lou
'Bout what you almost did

Don't you ever put the cash on the counter Lou
When I'm with my kid, yeah, the kid's thirteen he's growing Lou
Two years and he'll be bigger than me, still he thinks I'm strong
As a blacksmith and straighter than the tall oak tree

I raised him alone ten years now since his mama ran away
And you ain't gonna blow his image of me
For the stunt like you pulled today

They took the copper right out of the penny, Lou
They got the pig locked up in the pen
But you're in big trouble with me, yes you
If you ever do that again

Ten bucks a week protection don't mean I can't knock you down
You've got to treat me like a living saint Lou whenever my son's around
Yeah, the kid wants to be a policeman just like me
You know he'll be a good one the way I started out to be

And he just might end up police chief
Now wouldn't that be something to see? 'Cause then the kid
Would kick right off of the force all the two-bit grafters like me

They took the copper right out of the penny, Lou
They got the pig locked up in the pen
But you're in big trouble with me, yes you
If you ever do that again

I guess it was when my old lady left me
And she took off with a salesman guy, I started to see things
So differently, cut your own slice out of the pie, yeah I grew up
And it came clear to me all the smart cops on the make

You get a silver badge not an old tin star
When you're on the take, it's pimps and whores, punk gang wars
Robberies and homicides, when you walk the beat with the creeps
On the street, well there ain't no way to hide

I spent half my life without no wife ridin' herd
On the scum of the earth, I learned the tricks of the trade from
The gutter parade and then I prayed for all I'm worth, don't you know
I appreciate the money Lou? 'Cause it all goes into the bank

And when I send my kid to college someday, I'll have guys
Like you to thank, yeah, ten bucks a week on your grocery store
Means you don't have to worry 'bout crime but hold our money
When the kid's with me you can pay me double next time

They took the copper right out of the penny, Lou
They got the pig locked up in the pen
But you're in big trouble with me, yes you
If you ever do that again

Ten bucks a week protection don't mean I can't knock you down
You've got to treat me like a living saint Lou, whenever my son's around

Play the MP3 online for free!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Drown You Out - Lyrics - Falling Away - Crossfade

Title: Drown You Out
Album: Falling Away
Artist: Crossfade
Composer(s): Tony Byroads, Brian Geiger, Mitch James, Edward Sloan

Lyric:
Today was unexpected
Nothing here is how I left it
Each day that passes by
Just seems to feel a lie
Closing in around me
Makes it so hard to see

And now I'm standing on a ledge
My foot creeps closer to the edge
My friends don't know what to say
To make me push it away
What they can't know about me
Makes it so hard to see

I'm not holding my tongue for you anymore
I'll scream so loud till I drown you out
Now you can't hold me down anymore
I'll scream so loud
I'll scream so loud till I drown you out

So many days of silence
Too many destructive ways to vent
I heard they said something's free
Didn't know they're out to kill me

Today I'll turn it all around
Bid myself off the ground
Just let all my safe clean sound
Force all the demons down

Stand up and set it straight
Do your right before it's too late
For now I'm feeling fine
Left all the pain behind
It's time to live my life
I finally got it right

I'm not holding my tongue for you anymore
I'll scream so loud till I drown you out
Now you can't hold me down
I can still taste the words on my tongue

Saying we're okay
But will I raise my head
To see the darker side is on me

So now I raise my hands up
So tired of giving in
Throw this all away
And start again

I'm not holding my tongue for you anymore
I'll scream so loud till I drown you out
Now you can't hold me down anymore

Play the MP3 online for free!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Pop U - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Pop U
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Terius Gray, Christopher Bridges, Mike Dean

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
It's an uptown thing

Soulja watchin' over me
So I'ma let it rain
Just give me the weed, the mic
And I'ma let it off the chain

Y'all actin' like, that nigga lost it, I ain't have no money
Now I'm back, what the cost is
[Incomprehensible] on my wrist lookin' gooey
These ain't Birdman's, these is real Gucci's

Turn around the corner
Motherfucker tryin' to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
We rock, we he roll, where he got control

Me and my mans and them
Get the brains out these hoes
If she can dance, then
She can romance nice and slow

Be in a trance like it was
Your man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a little somethin'
Just stop servin' the game
It feel good to be an OG, I'm deservin' it mayne

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, the nigga
The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

Now ain't no tellin' where I might be
'Cause there's a million other creeps
Prancin' around these streets lookin' like me
Call 'em my stunt doubles

So if you think you hit Luda' with the Krueger
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt bubbles
On the double, lookin' for trouble we started
The eye on my gat is cocked it's retarded

I'm sippin' lean, smokin' green and I'm so hot
I told machine's people call me 'I Robot'
Bang to the boogey boogey, bang bang
Let my little partner borrow my necklace
And hit bitches with the same chain

Its not computer love, I'm gettin' great brain
Got a hard drive but they blow me out my mainframe

Now how you like that?
I got your momma pitchin' quarters
On the corner gettin' cornered
And come right back

I'm makin' tight stacks so if it ain't Juve or Luda
Then can it nigga, we don't even like rap

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, the nigga
The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

Got the Mack in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
Duck when they pass
One time wanna dump ya'

Hunger, that's what I got in my veins
Take shots from the Henny
Just to straighten my aim

Now, I raise my middle finger, "Fuck the world"
And them donuts in that car better make ya' hurl
Yeah, I'm 'bout my paper mayne
I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica mayne

I know you know this is Crack
And he's back and you mad
'Cause we did and they yack-ity yak

In the sack when we slid in
Mommy shakin' they ass
She want some big bills
Tip drill, she wants a tip drill

It's ya' nigga crack
Live with some fresh cut
Side of the highway
Ridin' that's the best fuck

And you can keep them hotel keys
'Cause we gon' fuck these bitches
Wherever we please

I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, the nigga
The nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey
I'm the nigga, nigga
The nigga, the nigga, nigga
The nigga, nigga, nigga, Ju-a-vey

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop u

Play the MP3 online for free!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

My Man - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: My Man
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Robert Waller, Angela Beyince, Scott Storch

Lyric:
You say that he's wrong, you say that he?s no good
Leave him alone 'cuz he?s gonna hurt you
But what they don?t know is how he makes me feel
You say that the creeps always runnin' the streets
He?s playin' the game and he?ll never love me
You say that he?s fake but why does it feel so real

No matter what you say I ain't goin' no where
No matter what you think I'ma always be there
The love that we share it lives inside of me
The love that we share it lives inside of me

No matter what you're fearin' it's all in the past
No matter what you're feelin' this love is gon? last
The heart and the soul it breathes inside of me
The heart and the soul it breathes inside of me

My man
(He makes me feel so special)
My man
(He makes me feel so precious)
My man
(He makes me feel wonderful)
My man
(With him I'm so comfortable)

My man
(He makes me feel so special)
My man
(He makes me feel so precious)
My man
(He makes me feel wonderful)
He?s thug now, but he?s my man

You say you don't trust him because he been locked up
You say that he?s trouble 'cuz he out in the strip club
But you were young once so you should understand
You say that you know, so you been a witness
You say it's fo' sho' so he got a mistress
Until you can show me I'm gon? stand by him

No matter what you say I ain't goin' no where
No matter what you think I'ma always be there
The love that we share relives inside of me
The love that we share relives inside of me

No matter what you're fearin' it's all in the past
No matter what you're feelin' this love is gon? last
The heart and the soul it breathes inside of me
The heart and the soul it breathes inside of me

My man
(He makes me feel so special)
My man
(He makes me feel so precious)
My man
(He makes me feel wonderful)
My man
(I'm feelin' so comfortable)

My man
(He makes me feel so special)
My man
(He makes me feel so precious)
My man
(He makes me feel wonderful)
He?s thug now, but he?s my man

Play the MP3 online for free!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Boogie Woogie Wu - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Boogie Woogie Wu
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night
The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice
Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself
Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to
The darkness from which it came

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu

Boys and girls, it's nighty night time
Happy J, the clown has a nursery rhyme
It's about, the Boogie Woogie man
Keep your light on as long as you can
'Cuz when it cuts off, so does your head
Boogie Woogie Woogie waits under your bed
With a shank, splah!, up through the bottom
Little Jimmy Jimmy, uh, got 'em

It's the one and only Boogie man
He creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides
If you little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed
You're running on stumps motherfucker

Well, moonlight fills the room that you sleep in
Things go bump in the night, me creeping
Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe
If you'd just quit leaving your shit all over the fucking floor
Fuck it, you're dead anyway
And I'm gonna leave your head smack dab in the hallway
In the morning, when your daddy walks out
Ah! His foots in your mouth, thanks to the Boogie man

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

Does the Boogie man really exist?
Well, is your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? Yes
You fall asleep and you wake up dead
With a broken broom sticking out your forehead
I sing lullabies till you dose off
Tie you down and chew your fuckin' toes off
And then spit em out back in your face
Splat! Fuck, wash your feet bitch

The world's famous Boogie Woogie Wu will come to you
Slumber parties, sleepovers, intimate nights
What the occasion for the midnight hour
He will gladly come and fuck that shit up

I don't beat woman, fuck that, I'm about it
But I'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it
I bet you didn't know the Boogie man was a clown
But when you see the juggla, your holding your jugular
With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop
You're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop
And the cops do the best they can
They pull the axe out your face and say
Was it the Boogie man?

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

Please, don't let me fall asleep
'Cuz the boogie man will creep
Through my window in my room
Stab me with a broken broom
Please, don't let me fall sleep
'Cuz the Boogie man will creep
Through my window in my room
Stah! Boogie Woogie Woogie!

It's the incredible, undeadable Boogie man
Go ahead, pull the covers over your head
Hide under them, he don't give a fuck
It'll just make it that much more easier
For him to suffocate your face

There's three ways to stop me from doing what I do
What? You think I'm a tell you
Mom, can you leave the door open a bit?
Thanks, an easy way in, you fucking idiot
Now I stretch your neck out and play in like a Banjo
Boomchicka boomchicka like that shit, yo?
Then I stretch it out more and fling your head through the wall
It's the Boogie man y'all

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

Play the MP3 online for free!

Friday, July 30, 2010

Dress Code - Lyrics - W.C.

Title: Dress Code
Artist: W.C.
Composer(s): William Jr. Calhoun, A Wheaton, Wayne Lamar Jackson, Andrew Love

Lyric:
You know what's makin' me mad?
Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang bang
I walked in a rest', 'bout to order
And people starin' like I had manure on my pants
Grabbin' they purse, checkin' they wallets in the back

And thinkin' I'ma rob em, 'cause I'm in all black
Yo, my Corduroys are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the package of crack

So what's the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in your books
Seem like every time I slap on my Starter cap
And step for a breath of fresh air
I end up fillin' up a questionnaire

"What's your name?" "Where you're goin?"
"Yo, what gang are you from?"
They tell me "Don't get smart" and so I play dumb
'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better

Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record
A stereotypical attitude
That if you look like me, you gotta run with a crew
'Cause when I step upon the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

No matter what the color
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress code
(Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps)

(That's why they dress just like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

What is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position
At school I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my earring

I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what you're tellin' me, is now I'm a crook
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
Get me a fade and a pair of tight pants
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a glance

A big funny lookin' hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some trouble
But I gotta watch my back, on the alert for a squabble

Don't go here, don't go there, brothers comin' up missin'
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still getttin' dissed
'Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin' through
If you dress like me, you gotta run with a crew

I'm tickin' like a time bomb, ready to explode
Even in my front yard
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress code
(Alright, fellas, no tennis shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)

Let's take a trip to the club scene
(Somebody tell me what's goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin' enemies for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run when the club gets sprayed

Don't wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow
And they're sweatin' at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no good
(I got a jacket on my back for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I don't wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?

Wearin' red, black and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a African medallion, now they're down with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first they wouldn't, now they switched
But they ain't gettin' rich
(Ain't that a bitch?)

Go strike a GQ pose, I got soul in my stroll
So they ban my video
(For what?)
'Cause they didn't like my dress code

Play the MP3 online for free!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

City To City - Lyrics - Gerry Rafferty

Title: City To City
Artist: Gerry Rafferty
Composer(s): Gerry Rafferty

Lyric:
Now the night train is waitin' to take me away
And I'm still feelin' guilty 'cause you're wantin' me to stay
Well I know, how I know, it's harder on you
But then you said it yourself, "There's nothin' else we could do"

When the wheels start turnin', takin' me through the night
Out there in the darkness, there's a star shinin' bright
And it makes me feel better just to see it up there
Hope you're thinkin' about it, hope you know I still care

So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home
So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home

Now I know you've been waitin' but I'll be seein' you soon
Meanwhile I just lay here starin' at the moon
And a light made of silver, through my window it creeps
And the train keeps on rollin' and it just rocks me to sleep

So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home
So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home

So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home
So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home

Now from city to city, it's four hundred miles
And I'm bound to wake up every once in a while
And it's then that I call out to some higher power
And then I'll go back to sleep 'cause I'll be home in an hour

So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home
So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home

So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home
So goodnight, yeah goodnight
Goodnight train is gonna carry me home

I'm goin' home tonight
I'm goin' home tonight
I'm goin' home tonight
...

Play the MP3 online for free!

Monday, August 23, 2010

Bad Intentions - Lyrics - Dr. Dre

Title: Bad Intentions
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Imsomie Leeper, E Mollet, Cindy Bullens, Royal Harbor, Bob Crewe

Lyric:
Super ugly

Put your cups up, get your smoke in
Baby, we partyin', ain't nobody loc'n
Who you provokin', what you want now?
Take a look around, it's pimp shit goin' down
It's a lot of bitches, a whole lot of freaks
Top notch hoes, they flock in every week
What you wan' do, get your next thrill
Take an X pill, how the sex feel?

Damn you lookin' good, all ten of y'all
Wanna roll, I'm dickin' y'all
Keep your face down, keep your ass up
You know what you're doin', keep that shit movin'
Keep them titties jumpin', keep the Henny comin'
Every bitch in here need to be touchin' somethin'
I know they like it hot, that's why I keep it hot
So how the fuck could they not want a piece of Doc?

I don't give a fuck 'cuz I'm just
Drinkin', smokin', straight West-coastin'
Bitches puttin' ass in motion
Pussy poppin', sex promotin'

Got a cup?
(Raise it up)
Got a blunt?
(Blaze it up)
That's your bitch?
(On these nuts)
Really I don't
(Give a fuck)

All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me
And she ain't playin' and what I'm sayin'
(She creeps with me)
And sleeps between the sheets

Soon as the door close
I make 'em curl toes, they all wanna get chose
We never love y'all, my niggas all macks
We sip a lot of Yak, fuck and never call back
Pack women in the club 'til it's pitch black
Thugs on their block wonderin' where their bitch at
Where you think nigga? She with the Aftermath
Called her house, she ain't home, she with Aftermath

No talkin', fuck how your day go
You want dick, will bitch say so?
Don't be shy now, probably the best at it
They say a party ain't a party 'til the vest at it
Gravitate to the Doc like it's automatic
Take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it
Turn around with it, make me wanna stab it
Time to get it crackin', show me them bad habits

I don't give a fuck 'cuz I'm just
Drinkin', smokin', straight West-coastin'
Bitches puttin' ass in motion
Pussy poppin', sex promotin'

Got a cup?
(Raise it up)
Got a blunt?
(Blaze it up)
That's your bitch?
(On these nuts)
Really I don't
(Give a fuck)

All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me
And she ain't playin' and what I'm sayin'
(She creeps with me)
And sleeps between the sheets

When she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me
And what I'm sayin' is she ain't playin'
(She creeps with me)
And sleeps between the sheets

Yeah, Aftermath, Doc Dre, 5-star surgeon general
Nocturnal, L.A. Confidential
What up Infinite, Mahagony droppin' the instrumental
Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh

Play the MP3 online for free!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Clock Strikes Ten - Lyrics - Live At Budokan - Cheap Trick

Title: Clock Strikes Ten
Album: Live At Budokan
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
Clock strikes ten, it's a Saturday night
Money in my pocket and it feels all right
Not stayin' home, gonna stay out late
Gotta hear some rockin' music till it feels just great

Clock strikes twelve, it's a Saturday night
All the creeps are sleepin', all the cools in sight
All the kings and queens, they're out tonight
Lookin' for some action till it feels all right

Imagine what we're doin' tonight
You really got me goin' tonight
Imagine what we're doin' tonight
I'm crazy for some action tonight

Clock strikes two, I'll be out all night
All my money's spent but that's all right
Not goin' home, gonna stay out late
Get ready for some action, want some action tonight

Clock strikes four, I want some more
Everybody's layin' on the floor
Not goin' home, gonna stay out late
Gotta get rockin' before it's too late

Imagine what we're doin' tonight
You really got me goin' tonight
Imagine what we're doin' tonight
I'm crazy for some action tonight

Gonna get down from the pillar above
Gonna get down, gonna get on down
Gonna get down, gonna get on down
Gonna get down, gonna get down

Gonna get down, gonna get on down
Get down, gonna get on down
Get down gonna, get down gonna
Get down na na na na na na na na na

Imagine what we're doin' tonight
You really got me goin' tonight
Imagine what we're doin' tonight
I'm crazy for some action tonight

Imagine what we're doin' tonight
You really got me goin' tonight
Imagine what we're doin' tonight
I'm crazy for some action tonight

Imagine what we're doin' tonight
You really got me goin' tonight
Imagine what we're doin' tonight
I'm crazy for some action tonight

Play the MP3 online for free!

Friday, August 20, 2010

Ain'T No Love - Lyrics - Life In Slow Motion - David Gray

Title: Ain'T No Love
Album: Life In Slow Motion
Artist: David Gray
Composer(s): David Gray

Lyric:
Maybe that it would do me good if I believed there were a God
Out in the starry firmament
As it is that's just a lie and I'm here eating up the boredom
On an island of cement
Give me your ecstasy I'll feel it, open window and I'll steal it
Baby, like it's Heaven sent

This ain't no love that's guiding me

Some days I'm bursting at the seams with all my half remembered dreams
And then it shoots me down again
I feel the dampness as it creeps, I hear you coughing in your sleep
Beneath a broken window pane
Tomorrow girl, I'll buy you chips, a lollipop to stain your lips
And it'll all be right as rain

This ain't no love that's guiding me
This ain't no love that's guiding me

No, it ain't no love, guiding me
No, it ain't no love, guiding me
No, it ain't no love, guiding me

This ain't no love that's guiding me
This ain't no love that's guiding me

On winter trees the fruit of rain is hanging trembling in the branches
Like a thousand diamond buds
Waiting there in every pause that old familiar fear that claws you
Tells you nothing ain't no good
Pulling back you see it all down here so laughable and small
Hardly a quiver in the dirt

This ain't no love that's guiding me

Play the MP3 online for free!

Friday, August 13, 2010

Just About Over - Lyrics - Still Standing - Goodie Mob

Title: Just About Over
Album: Still Standing
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, D Brown, T Burton, M Crenshaw, W Knighton, R Barnett

Lyric:
Hey, someone tell me, it's just about over
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Someone tell me, it's just about over
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah

Well I'm lonely and no one understands
The show has fallen, into the wrong hands
I am blinded, to see if all that's passed
To know it was possible, to be a sadist

I have nothin', for to give
I have lost my, will live
I lost my pride, lost my joy and now I've lost my fear
I'd rather die because I, am just that, unhappy here

Someone tell me, it's just about over
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Someone tell me, it's just about over
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah

It's gettin' hard, to main street, the boulevard
Earth warmin', causin' the ozone to fall apart
Spark rebellion, I'ma go to, guillotine
The Palestines too, divide the land right, between you

Seas cross, dirt road walked a lot of folks that don't talk
Some that thought they made it got caught
Slay the wicked, spirit'll soon fix it
It's gettin' colder I wonder how much older 'fore it's all over

Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son
On the four-zero-five, changin', his flat tire
Suspect's a white male, lead, a possible robbery
Hurts my heart that we start off this year

Like this, players in position to make differences
But be, charged with rape, with all that debit
While you had it, to take the gushy twenties frozen this time
At this north south planet clinic where abortions are performed

From the start, I see the end
Will we be friends in the end
Took you with me, solo creeps
Never wakin' lay next to me sleep

Hate to use you, don't abuse you
I won't lose you, fought to keep you
Dyin' to meet you, confrontation
Tainted thought, of me letin' you step to

I got caught, messin' up again
I just can't win, tryin' not to sin
When crackin' the gin, makin' fat distends
In a time we need to be sober

On my way to Georgia, headed back to Florida
With the Jimmy called peanuts, mind
In O, headed to a show
Gone with the strong, up out the do', now

Someone tell me, it's just about over
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Someone tell me, it's just about over
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah

Someone tell me, it's just about over
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Someone tell me, it's just about over
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah

Over, over, over, over
Over, over, over, over

Play the MP3 online for free!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Monday, August 2, 2010

Friday, August 13, 2010

Friday, July 30, 2010

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Friday, July 30, 2010

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Monday, August 23, 2010

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Friday, August 20, 2010

Friday, August 13, 2010

Pages

Subscribe to Lyrics Feed

Follow me on Twitter

Random lyrics