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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Ding Dong Song - Lyrics - 69 Boyz

Title: Ding Dong Song
Artist: 69 Boyz
Composer(s): Albert V Bryant

Lyric:
95 South and them Boyz 69
Prepare for the stabbin' 'cause it's ding-a-ling time
It ain't no interruption, so please unplug the phone
And get ready for the stabbin' from the ding-a-ling song
(Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong)
(Hooh, da-dat, da-dat, da-dat)

Yeah, 69 Boyz in the house, believe dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it goes like this, c'mon

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Yo, don't try to fake the funk on
Go on, give you ya milk-bone, the ding-dong
So mangy kitty-cat, get back
Get back, get back, get back, uhh

'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground beef
Backed up by a glass of Sweet T
And you know my theme song, uhh, that ding-a-long
So just call me 'ball park'
'Cause I pump when you click your jaw

And girl, I'm surprised you took it all
'Cause I run you like a track meet
I can't wait, so jump in the back seat
In y' caddy, or bikini, so get ready, for the [unverified]
And you know the words, so sing along
And prepare for the ding-ding-ding-along

Girl, you know you's a winner
Tell me what you want for dinner
How 'bout a six-pack of that
Ding-ding-dong, da-dat, da-dat

Help us, help us, 68
Who do you appreciate?
The one that's singin' you a sweet song,
Or the one that's feedin' you ding-dong?

'Cause I can't sing too well
But I can make that kitty-cat swell
So before I push up
Hold your breath and wish yourself good luck

This ain't 'I Dream of Jeannie'
And I ain't got no teeny weenie
Just call me King Kong
Leader of the pack when it comes to ding-dong

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

95 South, get on the mic now

Ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-ding-dong
Come on over for a game of ping-pong
I'll serve, 'cause girl, I like ya
Pass ya 'round and lemme spike ya

So let a nigga get on ya
Pretty baby, I'm gon-na
Call ya up one night to ring-a-ling
Put in your order for a 3-piece ding-a-ling

Or an extra crispy Dom dinner
I'm in her, yo fellas, I got a winner
'Cause I pack you with Dom till you fall asleep
Call me Black, or Daddy Dog Sheep

Hey yo, fellas, you gots to keep her
'Cause a nigga like Black'll creep her
Hey yo, girl, you can't go wrong
With this ding-ding-dong-a-ding-ding-da-dong-dong

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

It's the Booty Man

C'mon, c'mon, it's weenie-time
95 South down with 69
Ain't nuttin' but plumbers! You're gettin' weak
'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach

And it ain't no shame
Hey girl, let's go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll feed ya
I got a menu, so let me read ya

Hot smoked sausages and some salty peanuts
And great, big ol' hot-dawgs that'll sho'nuff fill ya up, right
But yo, don't try to eat too much
'Cause you know you might get choked
But you can't play around with a ding-a-long sandwich
'Cause it ain't no joke

So when you come inside to fight tonight
Be ready for the ding-a-ling
And you can bring your glove if you want this love
So step inside the ring

I got left jabs and right jabs
And I'ma hit you below the belt
I talked to the surgeon general
He said ding-a-ling was good for your health, uhh

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Ding Dong Merrily On High - Lyrics - Celtic Woman: A Christmas Celebration - Celtic Woman

Title: Ding Dong Merrily On High
Album: Celtic Woman: A Christmas Celebration
Artist: Celtic Woman
Composer(s): Charles Wood, George Ratcliff Woodward

Lyric:
Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong
Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong

Ding dong, merrily on high
In heaven the bells are ringing
Ding dong, verily the sky
Is riven with angel singing

Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong
(Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis)
Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong
(Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis)

E'en so here below, below
Let steeple bells be swungen
And io, io, io
By priest and people sungen

Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis
Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong
(Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis)

Pray you, dutifully prime
Your matin chime, ye ringers
May you beautifully rime
Your eve time song, ye singers

Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis
Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong
(Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis)

Gloria

Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong
(Hosanna in excelsis)
Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong
(Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis)

Ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong, ding dong, dong
(Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis)

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

It'S Your B-Day - Trina - Lyrics - Trina

Title: It'S Your B-Day - Trina
Artist: Trina
Composer(s): Mark Seymour, Katrina Taylor, Cheryl Cook, Phalon Alexander, Sylvia (Usa) Robinson, Angela Stone, Gwendolyn Chisolm

Lyric:
Trina
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Uh, this is a Jazze Phizzle, produc shizzle
Oh, boy

Okay, it's your birthday, alright, it's your birthday
Girl you're on fire, wanna hit on the first day
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump

Okay, it's your birthday, alright now, it's your birthday
Girl you're on fire, wanna hit in the worst way
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump

Ring, ding, dong, ding, a ding, ding, ding, dong
Ohh, you can ride if you want to
Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah

Ring, ding, dong, ding, a ding, ding, ding, dong
Ohh, you can ride if you want to
Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah

Now can I ride you like a soldier
And do you like your woman's 'sposed ya
'Cause it's my party tonight, I'm tryin to cum befo' it's ovah
I'm on fire, feel it burnin' in my bones
Right in 20 dimes deep and Cali playin' my song

It's my birthday, it's my birthday
Why did I come in this club with no panties on in the first place?
But in the worst case scenario
I'm in the middle of the danceflo', holla, if you hear me though

Party's on, nigga, bring bread
Look what you drivin' baby to, you got some mean head
Call me supreme red but when I fade it call me X rated
Hump in my back, lift my rump and then I perculate it

Okay, it's your birthday, alright, it's your birthday
Girl you're on fire, wanna hit on the first day
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump

Okay, it's your birthday, alright now, it's your birthday
Girl you're on fire, wanna hit in the worst way
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump

Ay, listen, game recognizes game in the club
Ladies point him out if you see a lame in the club
Gimme, fifty Crist's and a hundred Moe's
Forget a table, bring it to me on the danceflo'

I'm in this motherfucker drinkin', 'bout to lose my mind
Me and Oprah made a sandwich out of Ginuwine
Yo, everybody in they birthday suits
We gon' ball 'til we fall and you can ride if you want to

Ain't tryin' to hear 'bout what you don't do
So put your pimp cups down and shake this booty to the ground
Keep me moanin', makin' funny sounds
Dirty dancin' in the club, it's my birthday, so what?

Okay, it's your birthday, alright, it's your birthday
Girl you're on fire, wanna hit on the first day
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump

Okay, it's your birthday, alright now, it's your birthday
Girl you're on fire, wanna hit in the worst way
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump

Ring, ding, dong, ding, a ding, ding, ding, dong
Ohh, you can ride if you want to
Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah

Ring, ding, dong, ding, a ding, ding, ding, dong
Ohh, you can ride if you want to
Get it girl, you can ride if you want to, yeah

Ring, ding, dong, ding, a ding, ding, ding, dong
Ring, ding, dong, ding, a ding, ding, ding, dong

Okay, it's your birthday, alright, it's your birthday
Girl you're on fire, wanna hit on the first day
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump
Put a hump in your back and lift your rump

Okay, it's your birthday, alright now, it's your birthday
Girl you're on fire, wanna hit in the worst way

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Wonderful Christmas Time [Remix] - Lyrics - All The Joy In The World - Jump5

Title: Wonderful Christmas Time [Remix]
Album: All The Joy In The World
Artist: Jump5
Composer(s): Paul James Mccartney

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Lyric:
The moon is right
The spirit's up
We're here tonight
And that's enough

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

The party's on
The feeling's here
That only comes
This time of year

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

The choir of children sing their song
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding, oh, oh

We're simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

The word is out
About the town
To lift a glass
Ah, don't look down

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

A choir of children sing their song
They practiced all year long

Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong

The party's on
The spirit's up
We're here tonight
And that's enough

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

The moon is right
The spirit's up
We're here tonight
Oh, that's enough

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

Oh, Christmas time

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Wonderful Christmas Time - Lyrics - All The Joy In The World - Jump5

Title: Wonderful Christmas Time
Album: All The Joy In The World
Artist: Jump5
Composer(s): Paul James Mccartney

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Lyric:
The moon is right
The spirit's up
We're here tonight
And that's enough

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

The party's on
The feeling's here
That only comes
This time of year

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

The choir of children sing their song
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding, oh, oh

We're simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

The word is out
About the town
To lift a glass
Ah, don't look down

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

A choir of children sing their song
They practiced all year long

Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong

The party's on
The spirit's up
We're here tonight
And that's enough

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

The moon is right
The spirit's up
We're here tonight
Oh, that's enough

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

Oh, Christmas time

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Caroling, Caroling - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Caroling, Caroling
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Wihla Hutson, Alfred Burt

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Lyric:
Caroling, caroling, now we go
Christmas bells are ringing
Caroling, caroling through the snow
Christmas bells are ringing

Joyous voices, sweet and clear
Sing the sound of heart to cheer
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells are ringing

Caroling, caroling through the town
Christmas bells are ringing
Caroling, caroling up and down
Christmas bells are ringing

Harmony [Incomprehensible] the song we sing
Gladsome tidings now we bring
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells are ringing

Caroling, caroling, near and far
Christmas bells are ringing
Following, following yonder star
Christmas bells are ringing

Sing we now this happy morn
For the King of Heaven is born
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells are ringing
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells are ringing

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Wonderful Christmas Time - Lyrics - Santa Claus Lane - Hilary Duff

Title: Wonderful Christmas Time
Album: Santa Claus Lane
Artist: Hilary Duff
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney

Lyric:
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

Ahh, a wonderful Christmas time
(Wonderful Christmas time)
Ahh, a wonderful Christmas time
(Wonderful Christmas time)

Mood is right, spirits up
We're here tonight, an' that's enough

Simply havin' a wonderful Christmas time
Simply havin' a wonderful Christmas time

The party's on, the feeling's here
It's all because, it's time of year

Simply havin' a wonderful Christmas time
Simply havin' a wonderful Christmas time

Ah, a wonderful Christmas time
(Wonderful Christmas time)
Ah, a wonderful Christmas time
(Wonderful Christmas time)

The choir of children sing their song
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
They practice all night long
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong

The word is out, about the town
To lift your glass, I don't doubt

Simply havin' a wonderful Christmas time
Simply havin' a wonderful Christmas time

The mood is right, spirits up
We're here tonight,that's enough

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Simply havin' a wonderful Christmas time
(Christmas time)
(Simply having a wonderful Christmas time)
Simply havin' a wonderful Christmas time
(Christmas time)
(Simply having a wonderful Christmas time)

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Caroling, Caroling - Lyrics - Holly & Ivy - Natalie Cole

Title: Caroling, Caroling
Album: Holly & Ivy
Artist: Natalie Cole
Composer(s): Wihla Hutson, Alfred Burt

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Lyric:
Caroling, caroling, now we go
Christmas bells are ringing
Caroling, caroling through the snow
Christmas bells are ringing

Joyous voices, sweet and clear
Sing the sound of heart to cheer
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells are ringing

Caroling, caroling through the town
Christmas bells are ringing
Caroling, caroling up and down
Christmas bells are ringing

Harmony [Incomprehensible] the song we sing
Gladsome tidings now we bring
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells are ringing

Caroling, caroling, near and far
Christmas bells are ringing
Following, following yonder star
Christmas bells are ringing

Sing we now this happy morn
For the King of Heaven is born
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells are ringing
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells are ringing

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Dingdong Thing - Lyrics - Gluecifer

Title: Dingdong Thing
Artist: Gluecifer
Composer(s): Frithjof Jacobsen, Rolf Yngve Uggen, Arne C. Skagen, Kare Vestrheim, Danny Young, Stig Atle Amundsen

Lyric:
No plan behind it
Just a man behind it
No meaning to it
Don't do no kneeling to it

Ain't no real snag
Ain't nothing but the good old gag
Ain't no song to sing
Ain't nothing but a ding dong thing

And it got me
Right out of the cage, yeah
Yeah, it got me

Everybody ding, everybody dong
Everybody singing the monkey song
Like I do, I do, I do

Everybody dong, everybody ding
Monkey boy doing the monkey thing
Like I do, I do, I do

Ain't no thrilling flutes
No retro boots
No jangling lutes
My real roots

Monkey see what the monkey see
And then you know what the monkey do
Monkey, monkey, monkey me
And then a monkey, monkey you

'Coz it got me
And it got me

Everybody ding, everybody dong
Everybody singing the monkey song
Like I do, I do, I do

Everybody dong, everybody ding
Monkey boy doing the monkey thing
Like I do, I do, I do, hey

Everybody ding, everybody dong
Everybody wanna sing
The same old monkey song

Everybody dong, everybody ding
Monkey boy doing the monkey thing
Like I do, I do, yeah

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Who Put The Bomp - Lyrics - Me First And The Gimme Gimmes

Title: Who Put The Bomp
Artist: Me First And The Gimme Gimmes
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin, Barry Mann

Lyric:
I'd like to thank the guy, who wrote the song
That made my baby fall in love with me

Who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?
Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?
Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?
Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?

Who was that man? I'd like to shake his hand
He made my baby fall in love with me

When my baby heard bomp bah bah bomp bah bomp bah bomp bomp
Every word went straight into her heart
And when she heard them singing rama lama lama lama lama ding dong
She said we'd never have to part

Well, who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?
Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?
Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?
Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?

Who was that man? I'd like to shake his hand
He made my baby fall in love with me

Each time that we're alone bugdi bugdi bugdi bugdi bugdi bugdi shoo
Sets my baby's heart all aglow
And every time we dance to dip da dip da dip, dip da dip da dip
She always says she loves me so

Well, who put the bomp in the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?
Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?
Who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?
Who put the dip in the dip da dip da dip?

Who was that man? I'd like to shake his hand
He made my baby fall in love with me

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Southern Girl - Lyrics - Erykah Badu

Title: Southern Girl
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): Rozell M Brown, Erica Wright

Lyric:
Yeah, show you right
Come on

Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song
Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song
Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song
Twang, twang, twang, tong

I'm from the south
I'm a southern girl
Home of the burning church
Don't know much about the world

Home of the pocket stones
Home of the booty songs
Home of the finger wave that lasts
All night long

Home of the on and on
Home of the dominoes
Home of the two piece and the cat fight
Home of the teeth is gold

Home of the never miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a southern girl
Southern girl

Countrified
Everything I eat is fried
Gotta southern draw
I'm so country y'all

Well that's way down south
Yeah it's way down low
Check my southern fried style
And my southern flow
Southern girl

Countrified
I like my tofu fried
Got about a hundred friends
That ain't caught on the trends

Don't know about the Internet
Don't know about the radio
Don't know about the television
All I know is about my flow

[Incomprehensible] me out
To make money for the house
Hooked up with my boy Rahzel
I sure hope the record sales
Southern girl

Southern girl, and I'll rock your world
Fly as a bumble bee, buzz
Can't nobody f*** with me
I'm a southern girl

From way down south
Got a dirty wave
'Cause I got a dirty mouth
Dirty south

Southern girl
Twain tiki lang tang tang tiki tiki
Southern girl
Twain twain twain ta tong
Sounding like a southern girl

Twain tiki tang, tang tatang ding ding
Southern girl
Ding ding a ding dong, D.Y
Lil' la-double L.A.D.Y
Lil' la-double L.A.D.Y
Lil' la-double L.A. yes
Yes I
Get 'em chicken out the oven

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Southern Gul - Lyrics - Erykah Badu

Title: Southern Gul
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): Rozell M Brown, Erica Wright

Lyric:
Yeah, show you right
Come on

Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song
Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song
Sing a lang sang, sing a lang song
Twang, twang, twang, tong

I'm from the south
I'm a southern girl
Home of the burning church
Don't know much about the world

Home of the pocket stones
Home of the booty songs
Home of the finger wave that lasts
All night long

Home of the on and on
Home of the dominoes
Home of the two piece and the cat fight
Home of the teeth is gold

Home of the never miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a southern girl
Southern girl

Countrified
Everything I eat is fried
Gotta southern draw
I'm so country y'all

Well that's way down south
Yeah it's way down low
Check my southern fried style
And my southern flow
Southern girl

Countrified
I like my tofu fried
Got about a hundred friends
That ain't caught on the trends

Don't know about the Internet
Don't know about the radio
Don't know about the television
All I know is about my flow

[Incomprehensible] me out
To make money for the house
Hooked up with my boy Rahzel
I sure hope the record sales
Southern girl

Southern girl, and I'll rock your world
Fly as a bumble bee, buzz
Can't nobody f*** with me
I'm a southern girl

From way down south
Got a dirty wave
'Cause I got a dirty mouth
Dirty south

Southern girl
Twain tiki lang tang tang tiki tiki
Southern girl
Twain twain twain ta tong
Sounding like a southern girl

Twain tiki tang, tang tatang ding ding
Southern girl
Ding ding a ding dong, D.Y
Lil' la-double L.A.D.Y
Lil' la-double L.A.D.Y
Lil' la-double L.A. yes
Yes I
Get 'em chicken out the oven

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Way We Swing - Lyrics - This Is An EP Release - Digital Underground

Title: Way We Swing
Album: This Is An EP Release
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): R Bateman, Jimi Hendrix, G Jacobs, B Holland, E Humphrey

Lyric:
Yo shock man, people be comin' up to me sayin'
Yo man, what's up with the underground man?
You guys old school, new school R and B or hip-hop?
What should I tell 'em?

Now this is not your average everyday rap song
We won't be rockin' bells that go a ding and a dong
The bass drummer hipper won't be lingerin' on
Check out the way we kick it on the microphone

The funky beat is playin' and we're swingin' along
The underground is rockin' with the hip-hop song
The drums are ringin' with the serious tone
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone

Ah MC's, you like the way we swing
Well, listen close and make sure you don't miss a thing
Don't you know that we're the microphone masters?
Known to MC's as 'The Raw Dog Bastards'

We bust rhymes and write everyday
So listen close to the things that we say
Triple-slippin' MC's will get verbally raped
We'll send you home with that look on your face

So just rock this, you can't stop this
Ah just rock this, try and clock this
(Try and clock this)

The funky beat is playing and we're swingin' along
The underground is rockin' with the hip-hop song
The funky drums is ringin' with the serious tone
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone

Ah MC's, ya like the way we swing
(Ya like the way we swing)
'Cause America, likes the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
I hope you do, 'cause if you don't, it don't mean a thing
See we don't play for other hip-hop crews, it's not about you
We do the things that we wanna do

We're MC's to please the loyal followers
But you, you're just a sucker hip-hop borrower
Your real name is probably Bradworth or Bennett
Your verbal baggage ain't got nuthin' in it

You think that you're rockin but you're not hip-hoppin
So you best stop jockin at the masters

MC's, you like the way we swing
(You like the way we swing)
Yeah, 'cause America, likes the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
(You like the way we swing)
The queen told you that you're nothing but an underling
We're talkin' trash, we kick it kind of cocky
You can't deny it though the drums are good and sloppy

The funky beat is playin' and we're swingin' along
The underground is rockin' with the hip-hop song
The funky drums are ringin' with the serious tone
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone

Ah MC's, like the way we swing
(They like the way we swing)
'Cause America, likes the way we swing

You're triple-slippin, you're triple-slippin

You're triple-slippin
(Yo man)
You rhyme like a school teacher
About convincing as a preacher, who smokes reefer
Why don't you give it up? Just put the mic down
Get out of town with that noise, this is the underground

Not your average everyday rap crew
You can tell by the things we say the things that we do
The funky beat is playin' and we're swingin' along
Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone

Ah MC's, you like the way we swing
(Ya like the way we swing)
Yeah 'cause America, likes the way we swing
And ya don't stop

MC's
(They don't know)
MC's
(They don't know)
MC's
(They don't know)
MC's
(What I know)

DJ's
(They don't know)
DJ's
(They don't know)
DJ's
(They don't know)
DJ's
(What I know)

You see, we have no time for suckers
Who bite with their lowers and their uppers
We came here to play and what we really wanna say
Is MC's

Why don't you take the chill pill?
You really need to listen to the way we spill
Ah these rhymes, we don't have time to drop a dime
Everytime a sucker thief gets away with a line

Their mouths keep suckin' cause they ain't got nothin'
But they best stop fuckin' with the masters

MC's, you like the way we swing
(You like the way we swing)
Yeah, 'cause America, likes the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
'Cause Africa, likes the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
'Cause down in Australia, they love the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
Yo, 'cause Zimbabwe, likes the way we swing
(And ya don't stop)

Ahh, MC's, you like the way we swing
'Cause over in the Phillipines, they love the way we swing

Yeah, MC's, you like the way we swing
Don't you know the UK y'all, likes the way we swing

Ahh, MC's, hah you like the way we swing
Even in Cleveland, they like the way we swing

MC's, you like the way we swing
Japan likes the way we swing
(Kick it shock)
And ya don't stop

Ah, keep on gonna rock till we hit the top
Ah one time, in your mind y'all
Get busy, get busy, get busy, get busy

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Silver Train - Lyrics - Johnny Winter Story - Johnny Winter

Title: Silver Train
Album: Johnny Winter Story
Artist: Johnny Winter
Composer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richard

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Lyric:
Silver train is comin'
Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah
Silver train is comin'
Think I wanna get on now, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

Silver rain is fallin'
Fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah
Silver rain is fallin'
Fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

And I did not know her name
And I did not know here name
But I sure love the way
That she laughed and took my money

And I did not know here name
And I did not know her name
But I sure loved the way
That she laughed and called me "Honey"

Silver rain is fallin'
Fallin' up around my house, oh, yeah
Silver bells is ringin'
Ringin' all around my house, ding, dong, oh, yeah

And I did not know her name
And I did not know her name
But I sure loved the way
That she laughed and took my money

And I did not know her name
And I did not know her name
But I sure loved the way
That she laughed and called me "Honey"

I'm going home on a south-bound train
With a song in my mouth
I'm going home on a south bound train
With a song in my mouth

Silver train is runnin'
Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah
Silver train is comin'
Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah

And I did not know her name
And I did not know here name
But I sure loved the way
That she laughed and took my money

And I did not know her name
And I did not know her name
But I sure loved the way
That she laughed and called me Honey

Silver train is comin'
Think I'm gonna get on now, oh, yeah
Silver train is comin'
Think I'm gonna get on board, oh, yeah

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
...

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Good Woe - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Beenie Man

Title: Good Woe
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Cordal Burrell, Moses Anthony Davis

Lyric:
Get mad gal, lose yuh face gal
Lose yuh head gal, nah nuh head gal
Wine yuh waist gal, lose yuh face gal
Lose yuh head gal, nah nuh head gal

Wine yuh waist gal, lose yuh face gal
Lose yuh waist gal, nah nuh head gal
Wine yuh waist gal, wine yuh waist gal
Get, get, get, get

Gal wid a good a oh God bless yuh
Dat's why nuh man caan leff yuh
Every man a make date seh dem
Waan to be by your side
(By your side)

Man a buy yuh a yacht fi go cruise yuh
Mek dem know a seh nuh man caan use yuh
Mek dem know a yuh nuh one night stand
And yuh nuh give wey free ride

A just di good ohh yuh have mek man want you so much
Anywhere that you go and you man waan fi touch
Some gal nah nuh good ohh, so they run out of luck
Dem cute face and shape just ain't enough

Get mad gal, yuh have di sexual healin'
(Gal)
Fi mek man reach to di ceilin'
(Gal)

Mornin', noon, or evenin'
(Gal)
A yuh gimme di right feelin'
(Gal)

So mi fix up yuh harnest
(Gal)
And stretch har fi yuh callin'
(Gal)

Whole night she been moanin'
(Gal)
Har ex-boyfriend have har yawnin'

A di good ohh yuh have mek man want you so much
Anywhere that you go and you man waan fi touch
Some gal nah nuh good ohh so they run out of luck
Dem cute face and shape just ain't enough

Let mi tell dem, mi see gal from London
Mi see gal from Birmingham
Mi see gal from Briton
None a dem, dem nuh fat like Jamaican

And mi door bell go ding dong
Gal inna G string thong
Mi mi she waan sing pon
And she mi swing pon har swing song

A di good ohh yuh have mek man want you so much
Anywhere that you go and you man waan fi touch
Some gal nah nuh good ohh so they run out of luck
Dem cute face and shape just ain't enough

Gal wid a good a oh God bless yuh
Dat's why nuh man caan leff yuh
Every man a make date seh dem
Waan to be by your side
(By your side)

Man a buy yuh a yacht fi go cruise yuh
Mek dem know a seh nuh man caan use yuh
Mek dem know a yuh nuh one night stand
And yuh nuh give wey free ride

A just di good ohh yuh have mek man want you so much
Anywhere that you go and you man waan fi touch
Some gal nah nuh good ohh so they run out of luck
Dem cute face and shape just ain't enough

A just di good ohh yuh have mek man want you so much
Anywhere that you go and you man waan fi touch
Some gal nah nuh good ohh so they run out of luck
Dem cute face and shape just ain't enough

Wine yuh waist gal, lose yuh face gal
Lose yuh head gal, nah nuh head gal
Wine yuh waist gal, lose yuh face gal
Lose yuh head gal, nah nuh head gal

Wine yuh waist gal, lose yuh face gal
Lose yuh waist gal, nah nuh head gal
Wine yuh waist gal, wine yuh waist gal
Wine yuh waist gal

A di good ohh yuh have mek man want you so much
Anywhere that you go and you man waan fi touch
Some gal nah nuh good ohh so they run out of luck
Dem cute face and shape just ain't enough

A just di good ohh yuh have mek man want you so much
Anywhere that you go and you man waan fi touch
Some gal nah nuh good ohh so they run out of luck
Dem cute face and shape just ain't enough

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Seems 2 Be - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Seems 2 Be
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Who?s that? Who?s that? Who?s that?
The dopest, flyest OG pimp hustler
Gangster player, hardcore motherfucker living today
To be honest, I?m totally and completely on his dick
And you know this, man

It?s the return of Dizzee Rascal
Dem bwoi, nah ready yet trend dat you never set
Silence, silence, silence dat
Stop that, start that, get that

Yeah, you know, going on dirty, going on stank
Yo, roll deep with these, put these MC?s on deep freeze
Hit these Whitney?s and rip these
I?m like Busta we flip these, so please

Don?t rap with these fearless, angry, sick MC?s
Don?t like Christine?s or Britney?s
Lala?s or Tinky Winky?s
And this one strictly for pick these?

Old school afro, dry white beats
Barclays Halifax, we stick these
Endless gunshots, we lick these
Trick these CID?s with ease

Touch mic, MC?s jump like fleas
Playa haters get chopped like trees
A boy rascal to a boy in histories

It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners
On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed
Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ?s and MC?s and Gold rings and Nikes
We roll deep for the money, we don?t want no technicalities
It seems to be love and war and hate and life
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life

So far from clean, play kiss, chase with your aunt Maureen
Get rhymes, get heard, get seen, Dizzee run tings like Idi Armin
Keep vigilant, keep on guard, we chuck grenades at Scotland Yard
Retard, get kicked hard, real hard
Leave death threats in your birthday card

?O my days what is he like?? Dizzee.com, Dizzee.bust mic
World wide web./east end, Dizzee.com jack your girlfriend
Co.uk at the stopper, Bare-foot Pimp.holler
Frank Frasier .lyrical tank, Dizzee.com/going on stank

It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners
On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed
Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ?s and MC?s and Gold rings and Nikes
We roll deep for the money, we don?t want no technicalities
It seems to be love and war and hate and life
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life

Ding dong, it's on, fake MC?s wanna sing my song
Wanna test my react? Bring it on
Wanna take me for a mong? Nar, that?s wrong
Hit ?em with the Jeet Kun Do, like key low blow
Leave bullet holes in the Moschinos clothes
What like where the weed grows, carry condoms for the hoes

Back, front, inside, out, Dizzee got the floor to make a boy white out
Six foot deep, you could never climb out
I smoke the weed till my mum finds out
Front, back, outside, in, bare-foot kids living on ging-seng
Blud make him like doggy-styling, in a dark park where the dark come in

It seems to be cars and cash and girls and head and manners
On the flames, better keep your eye out for them feds
It seems to be phones and bling and raves and weed
Pay up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed

It seems to be DJ?s and MC?s and Gold rings and Nikes
We roll deep for the money, we don?t want no technicalities
It seems to be love and war and hate and life
Harsh life, hustle life, thug life, street life

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Put Me On A Plate - Lyrics - Gluecifer

Title: Put Me On A Plate
Artist: Gluecifer
Composer(s): Frithjof Jacobsen, Rolf Yngve Uggen, Arne C. Skagen, Kare Vestrheim, Danny Young, Stig Atle Amundsen

Lyric:
Well, I?m a full three course tonight
Yeah, I?m a tummy roller coaster alright
Drowned in sauce, egg on top
All the sides with a big fat butter dollop
Yeah, I?m a full fuckin' dinner tonight
Outta sight, alright

Why don?t you go right on
And put me on a plate now?
Put me on a plate now
I'm done and ready to eat

Now you can sit right down
And dig into the good stuff
So good that you can never get enough
Got me tickling from my head to my feet

I?m like a butter on the toast just right
Or like the gravy on the roast, so right
Book yourself a table for a weekday lunch
Call the maitre? dee, now you got that hunch
Peek into the kitchen, you can hear what it says
Bring a big napkin, 'cause this is gonna be a big mess

Why don?t you go right on
And put me on a plate now?
Put me on a plate now
I'm done and ready to eat

Well, you can sit right down
And dig into the good stuff
So good that you can never get enough
Got me tickling from my head to my feet

Grab a knife, fork and spoon
I got a table ready at noon
Yeah, have a grape or have a prune
Come alone or bring a goon

Like a wham bam leg o lamb, egg and chips and ham
Like a ding dong sing song, bangin' on the gong
Like a woo hoo kung fu, pepper in a curry stew
Tick tock bomb clock, ready for the food shock

Why don?t you go right on
And put me on a plate now?
Put me on a plate now
I'm done and ready to eat

Well, you can sit right down
And dig into the good stuff
So good that you can never get enough
Got me tickling from my head to my
Got me tickling from my head to my feet
Oh, yeah

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Back In The Day (Remix) - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Back In The Day (Remix)
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan K Gordy, Ahmad, A Lewis

Lyric:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days

When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat

Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin' the blues
That be always tryin' to bag with the shag and karate shoes

Sayin', "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows

Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers 'cuz they bell wearin' gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin' Bk's

And, all the girls had they Turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But sometimes, I still sit and reminisce
Then think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
Wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
And be a grownup

But let me finish this reminescin' and tellin'
'Bout when girls was bellin' tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin' pickles, with tootsie pops

And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cuz when J.J. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses

Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, 'cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish homework

It's true, you don't realize really what you got till it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song
But sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old and guess you could say I'm holdin'
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin'
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made

But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central L.A
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first

So Ahmad and the Jones is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but sometimes I still sit and reminence
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Back In The Day - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Back In The Day
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan K Gordy, Ahmad, A Lewis

Lyric:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days

When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat

Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin' the blues
That be always tryin' to bag with the shag and karate shoes

Sayin', "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows

Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers 'cuz they bell wearin' gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin' Bk's

And, all the girls had they Turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But sometimes, I still sit and reminisce
Then think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
Wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
And be a grownup

But let me finish this reminescin' and tellin'
'Bout when girls was bellin' tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin' pickles, with tootsie pops

And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cuz when J.J. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses

Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, 'cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish homework

It's true, you don't realize really what you got till it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song
But sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old and guess you could say I'm holdin'
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin'
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made

But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central L.A
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first

So Ahmad and the Jones is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but sometimes I still sit and reminence
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

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