Everybody Got The Beat - Lyrics - Frank Black

Title: Everybody Got The Beat
Artist: Frank Black
Composer(s): Charles Thompson

Lyric:
On the inside
You're hot
On the bright side
You're not
Teach me reach me
You'll like it a lot
Little loser
Big head
So unpopular
No shit
Never have fun I just shake my head and sing

Everybody got the beat
Everybody got the beat
Everybody got something stuck in their head
It's not nothing
I'm just
Just unpopular me

On the inside
You're hot
On the bright side
You're not

Everybody got the beat
Everybody got the beat
Everybody got something stuck in their head
It's not nothing
I'm just
Just unpopular me

Everybody got the beat
Everybody got the beat
Everybody got something stuck in their head
It's not nothing
I'm just
Just unpopular me

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All Over The World - (Showdown - Early Version) - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: All Over The World - (Showdown - Early Version)
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): J Lynne

Lyric:
Everybody all around the world
Gotta tell you what I just heard
There's gonna be a party all over the world

I got a message on the radio
But where it came from I don't really know
And I heard these voices calling all over the world

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody walkin' down the street
Everybody movin' to the beat
They're gonna get hot down in the USA
(New York, Detroit, LA)

We're gonna take a trip across the sea
Everybody come along with me
We're gonna hit the night down in Gay Paree

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

London, Hamburg, Paris, Rome
Rio, Hong Kong, Tokyo
LA, New York, Amsterdam
Monte Carlo, Shard End and

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody all around the world
Gotta tell you what I just heard
Everybody walkin' down the street
I know a place where we all can meet

Everybody gonna have a good time
Everybody will shine till the daylight

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

All over the world, everybody got the word
All over the world, everybody got the word
All over the world, everybody got the word

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All Over The World - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: All Over The World
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): J Lynne

Lyric:
Everybody all around the world
Gotta tell you what I just heard
There's gonna be a party all over the world

I got a message on the radio
But where it came from I don't really know
And I heard these voices calling all over the world

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody walkin' down the street
Everybody movin' to the beat
They're gonna get hot down in the USA
(New York, Detroit, LA)

We're gonna take a trip across the sea
Everybody come along with me
We're gonna hit the night down in Gay Paree

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

London, Hamburg, Paris, Rome
Rio, Hong Kong, Tokyo
LA, New York, Amsterdam
Monte Carlo, Shard End and

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

Everybody all around the world
Gotta tell you what I just heard
Everybody walkin' down the street
I know a place where we all can meet

Everybody gonna have a good time
Everybody will shine till the daylight

All over the world
Everybody got the word
Everybody everywhere is gonna feel tonight

All over the world, everybody got the word
All over the world, everybody got the word
All over the world, everybody got the word

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We Got The Party - Lyrics - Hannah Montana 2: Meet Miley Cyrus - Hannah Montana

Title: We Got The Party
Album: Hannah Montana 2: Meet Miley Cyrus
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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We Got The Party (Remix) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party - Hannah Montana

Title: We Got The Party (Remix)
Album: Hannah Montana 2: Non-Stop Dance Party
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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We Got The Party (Jonas Brothers Style) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana

Title: We Got The Party (Jonas Brothers Style)
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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We Got The Party With Us - Lyrics - Jonas Brothers

Title: We Got The Party With Us
Artist: Jonas Brothers
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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We Got The Party (With Us) - Lyrics - Hannah Montana

Title: We Got The Party (With Us)
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Kara Dioguardi

Lyric:
Come on, guys, tell me what we're doing
We hang around when we could be all over the place
The sun is shinin', just the way we like it
Let's get out of this hall and show the world our face

It's Friday but there's nowhere to go
Anywhere is cool but we're not going home
And we can do anything we wanna do
It's all up to me and you

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us, we got the party with us

Radio, let me be a DJ
I'll turn you up, keep us moving 'til we're on a roll
Everyone is dancing to their own beat
And letting go, everybody here's gotta soul

It's Friday and there's nowhere to be
We're kicking it together, it's so good to be free
We got each other and that's all we need
The rest is up to you and me

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
We got the party with us
We got the party, we got the party

Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer
That nothing can stand in our way today
Let's find a place to play

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us

Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights
And the moon is so bright from above
(We got the party with us)
Skateboard here's all right
So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows, we got the party with us
Anywhere we are, anywhere we go
Everybody knows

We got the party, we got the party
We got the party, we got the party with us
We got the party with us

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Fanatic Of The B Word - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Fanatic Of The B Word
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): David Jolicouer, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason, A Titus, M Jones, Paul Huston, D Kinsey, R Kinsey

Lyric:
Ah, yeah, got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on
Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house
My man, the Dres in the house, you know what I'm sayin'
Huey Love in the house, long Posdnuos, Dove, Prince Paul
The immigrant, Lucien in the house, the house Dreddy Bear, Mike G

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on everybody let's baseball

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on everybody let's baseball

A Nubian sprocket is the one
Plug One, cut the cap
Forward is the marcher of the chant
To the clan, unless you slept
Willy to the Wonka of the feat

Smoke your blunt but close your drapes
If we get fined by police
Don't worry, yo, I got the papes
Toxic is the talk that I tell

Tell the tales from the lady who's fat
Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps
And you can't beat that with a baseball bat

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on everybody let's baseball

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on everybody let's baseball

Swing is the is of my step
Plug Two, groove a gut
On gets by when it's kept
Three miles to my step

Forgiveness to the foes is false
I cook goose and serve a plate
Position is opposed to a loss
No cost, no relate

Brother got a badge of his own
Because the link of the life is slack
This licks 'em down to the Tootsie Pop
And you can't beat that with a baseball bat

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on everybody let's baseball

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on everybody let's baseball

Move over just a bit to the right of me
For I cannot see where the booty is
I sit, I'm looking out a foggy window
Crack it just a bit, yo, this is showbiz

It's as though a pound goes around and around
So I give a pound then I do the step
Dres will be with Boca on the side
Can I crack a smile for doz who slept?

Phonetics and kinetics persevere
Therefore I kick it
I took the L.I.R.R. but I did not have a ticket
Had some Chinese food but I didn't have a spoon
I had a dope rhyme but I didn't have it soon

I'm looking out the window
Day is filled with rain and gloom
Man, oh, man, oh, man, I hope I find my spoon soon
Eating large fish 'cause I know it ain't cat
And you can't beat that with a baseball bat

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on everybody let's baseball

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on everybody let's baseball

Yo this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland
Thanks for not having my baby, peace
This is Dres, Danica, Boston, my first tight cushion, love you
Yo, this is the Sugar Dick Daddy
I'd like to say peace to my father, Bombed Out Brother

This is Baby Huey Plug Three and I'd like to say peace to that mother
Who stole my Pathfinder in front of the studio, peace
Yo, what's up, this is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up
To all the doo doo eaters and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes
And I'm out

Goddamn
Have a ball

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Cryptik Souls Crew - Lyrics - You Can't Stop The Bum Rush - Len

Title: Cryptik Souls Crew
Album: You Can't Stop The Bum Rush
Artist: Len
Composer(s): James Alexander, Philip Andrew Rae, Marc Constanzo, Larry Dodson, Frank Thompson, Tony Camillo, Allen Jones

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Lyric:
Hello everybody and how do you do?
Gonna rock shock your body, we're the cryptik souls crew
Rock rock to the beat y'all, rock rock to the beat y'all
Hello everybody and how do you do?
Gonna rock shock your body, we're the cryptik souls crew
Rock rock to the beat y'all, rock rock to the beat y'all

It's the O-B-E, the O the N-E
Yes the man that you think of
And when I step inside the place to be
All the ladies fall in love

And I'm the V-A-N-D-A the L
And I would like to mention
That T-dot city is the place we dwell
We came to party with no tension

Well it's the A-B-D-O-M-I-N
A-A-A, L-L-L
That's the abdominal quite obvious
'Cause I trust you know how to spell

Who's that cryptik souls cat that's known to get live
You transform my name to numbers it'd be one-three-five
Nine-eleven-nineteen, stepping on your scene
A sicks knows basics shine like afro-sheen

Clean out your ears and ya open your eyes
To see K-N-G, C-S-C coming alive in 3-D
I'm the man who you wanna be
But defeating is an impossibility

Hello everybody and how do you do?
Gonna rock shock your body, we're the cryptik souls crew
Rock rock to the beat y'all, rock rock to the beat y'all
Hello everybody and how do you do?
Gonna rock shock your body, we're the cryptik souls crew
Rock rock to the beat y'all, rock rock to the beat y'all

Well it's the M-O-K-A, the O-N-L-Y
I really couldn't tell you why I'm flowing so fly
I guess it's for the fact I got the gift of gabb
To bring the party people something they never done had

When D-sisive came to rock the mega-city got scared
Because I came with clinched fists and my nostrils flared
But when I dropped my first rhyme, I automatically declared
That I could take the city out without the hardcore stare

I'm S-Y-M-B-O-L-I-K
And if you didn't come to party then holla may-day
K-paint a picture stroke by stroke in ya frame
C-K Flow, yeah that is my name

Well I go by the title of the name D-rock
'N dis here recital's guaranteed not stopping
I got a whole bunch of brothers from around my block
And it's a sure shock that we stay on top

It's the planet-P here to keep it live
And I'm also known as Kudu-5
When my crew is in the place we take control
Now you're being captivated by the cryptik souls

Get funky with it

Hello everybody and how do you do?
Gonna rock shock your body, we're the cryptik souls crew
Rock rock to the beat y'all, rock rock to the beat y'all
Hello everybody and how do you do?
Gonna rock shock your body, we're the cryptik souls crew
Rock rock to the beat y'all, rock rock to the beat y'all

Get funky with it
This is it right here

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In Stereo - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: In Stereo
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
That beat is hard

This is how it goes welcome one and all to the show
We're wired up fired up fucking ready to go
In the back of the parking lot outside of the bar
Twenty deep, twenty feet from the boulevard
Black hoodies, black caps, black label in glasses
Previewing the new shit before the masses
'Cause the first thing I need when I've got a new beat
Is to see how it sounds echoing off the street

I just take it for a spin pop the CD in
Slide it up to ten and get that rear view shaking
Then play it again so there's no mistaking
San Andreas the block get this bitch earthquaking live

Oh ready for it here we go
We got the whole block rocking in stereo
We're taking control letting everybody know
And if you feel it let me hear everybody go, ohh

You're not ready I got plenty cuts
For twenty months dropped steadily
Plenty tracks to empty on your wack pedigree
I'm backed heavily while you're back peddling
Forget the chitchat on me homie kick back
I'm on that shit that can get your homie bitch-slapped
So zip your lip back listen and watch
We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks

You don't have to warn the people on the corner they know
That if you're standing on that corner then you're getting that show
World premiering you're hearing that machine shop flow
San Andreas the block get this bitch earthquaking like

Oh ready for it here we go
We got the whole block rocking in stereo
We're taking control letting everybody know
And if you feel it let me hear everybody go

Oh ready for it here we go
We got the whole block rocking in stereo
We're taking control letting everybody know
And if you feel it let me hear everybody go

Turn the key turn the volume up to loud
Roll right roll every window down
Let the whole block know what this is about
Turn it up y'all burn that system out
Turn the key turn the volume up to loud
Roll right roll every window down
Let the whole block know what this is about
Turn it up y'all burn that system out

Oh ready for it here we go
We got the whole block rocking in stereo
We're taking control letting everybody know
And if you feel it let me hear everybody go

Oh ready for it here we go
We got the whole block rocking in stereo
We're taking control letting everybody know
And if you feel it let me hear everybody go

Oh oh let's go ahead and test out the speakers
You ready? Let's go, like this

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Why Is Everybody Always Pickin' On Me? - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Why Is Everybody Always Pickin' On Me?
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): J R Cobb, Mike Shapiro, Harry Middlebrooks, Buddy Buie

Lyric:
Why is everybody always pickin' on me?

The morn' that I was born my old man beat up the doctor
He clocked the doctor 'cause the doctor said I looked like Chewbacca
The doctor said sir you're misled sir which infers you mistook me
I did not mean your lovely wife was shackin' up with a wookie

What I mean is Wolverine is less hairy than your son
He's looks like Chewie and Hong Kong Phooey all in one
(Baba Booey Baba Booey)
To put it mild your new-born child's completely nutty fu-fu lookin'
I'd shove him back into the oven until he is done cookin'

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby
Why's everybody always pickin' on me?

Always pickin' and rippin' apart poor ol' Jimmy Pop Ali
I got a schnoz like the 'Cos' but there's a lot more wrong with you
So back me up Bill
(Yea and you're ugly too)
So what if I brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese
Or where a fish net shirt by Chams with my Sergio Valentia jeans
And my mirror never lies but it always verifies
I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie
You compare me to a Mon chichi but I don't understand

Why I'm scorned like I'm deformed like the
(Elephant Man)
And yea I took my mom to the prom but hey she asked me first
But at least this time I didn't find my date in the back of a hearse
About as popular with the girls with Englebert Humperdink
And that might be 'cause everybody calls me Shrinky Dink
I know I'm known as Polaroid I'm not a total retard
It's cause I'm done in sixty seconds and you'll still want it enlarged

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
You took your mom to the prom but still got lucky

Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of being teased
And he breaks into the professor's lab and makes some LSD
Peaks freaks and eats the skipper's brains
Then beats ginger with coconuts

As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside their grass hut
Oh he'll kill again that Gilligan they he should of let him be
And like a postal clerk I'll go berserk if you don't stop teasing me
See the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm
Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause no one likes you monkey boy

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Why'S Everybody Always Pickin' On Me - Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Why'S Everybody Always Pickin' On Me
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): J R Cobb, Mike Shapiro, Harry Middlebrooks, Buddy Buie

Lyric:
Why is everybody always pickin' on me?

The morn' that I was born my old man beat up the doctor
He clocked the doctor 'cause the doctor said I looked like Chewbacca
The doctor said sir you're misled sir which infers you mistook me
I did not mean your lovely wife was shackin' up with a wookie

What I mean is Wolverine is less hairy than your son
He's looks like Chewie and Hong Kong Phooey all in one
(Baba Booey Baba Booey)
To put it mild your new-born child's completely nutty fu-fu lookin'
I'd shove him back into the oven until he is done cookin'

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby
Why's everybody always pickin' on me?

Always pickin' and rippin' apart poor ol' Jimmy Pop Ali
I got a schnoz like the 'Cos' but there's a lot more wrong with you
So back me up Bill
(Yea and you're ugly too)
So what if I brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese
Or where a fish net shirt by Chams with my Sergio Valentia jeans
And my mirror never lies but it always verifies
I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie
You compare me to a Mon chichi but I don't understand

Why I'm scorned like I'm deformed like the
(Elephant Man)
And yea I took my mom to the prom but hey she asked me first
But at least this time I didn't find my date in the back of a hearse
About as popular with the girls with Englebert Humperdink
And that might be 'cause everybody calls me Shrinky Dink
I know I'm known as Polaroid I'm not a total retard
It's cause I'm done in sixty seconds and you'll still want it enlarged

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
You took your mom to the prom but still got lucky

Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of being teased
And he breaks into the professor's lab and makes some LSD
Peaks freaks and eats the skipper's brains
Then beats ginger with coconuts

As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside their grass hut
Oh he'll kill again that Gilligan they he should of let him be
And like a postal clerk I'll go berserk if you don't stop teasing me
See the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm
Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause no one likes you monkey boy

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Golden Strip - Lyrics - Hit And Run Holiday - My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

Title: Golden Strip
Album: Hit And Run Holiday
Artist: My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
Composer(s): Marston Daley, Frank Nardillo

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Lyric:
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Hot box foxy teaser
Thrill kills got mondo fever
Wild eyed child of fury
In bed for bread dirty beatnik movie

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Night world, red light gambler
Outlaws and way-out dancers
Who do you think that you are?
Mad mod world class superstars

Camera, action, bring on the beat
Bomb gang girls really turn on the heat
Camera, action, repeat
Sex bomb babes got a bomb gang beat
Are you hungry for a hard ride, hard ride, hard ride?

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Hot box foxy teaser
Thrill kills got mondo fever
Wild eyed child of fury
In bed for bread dirty beatnik movie

Camera, action, bring on the beat
Bomb gang girls really turn on the heat
Camera, action, repeat
Sex bomb babes got a bomb gang beat
Are you hungry for a hard ride, hard ride, hard ride?
Are you hungry for a hard ride, hard ride?

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

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What Really Goes On - Lyrics - Beats, Rhymes And Life - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: What Really Goes On
Album: Beats, Rhymes And Life
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): James Brown, Marshall E Jones, Leroy Bonner, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Charles Fred Bobbitt, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin R Pierce, Gregory Webster, Ralph Middlebrooks, Norman Napier

Lyric:
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
Da bump, da bump, bump, da bump, da bump

Yo, we preparin' ourselves for this ultimate war
The MC's are really lost and it's at a big cost
We be rhymin' at our show, thinkin' we gettin' dough
Movin' throught every town off the fumes of

And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud
Yo, we 'bout to pack these joints so that these sound loud
Some kids be actin' stank like a baby pant
It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped

Yo, use your body maker and use your minds
To break true, yo, we gotta do the do
Son, we livin' in a time where mad folks talk shit
Representin' they crews or they East-West clicks

Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
About the lands we boast but we don't own jack
How the fuck we movin' through makin' moves like that?
How the hell we movin' through makin' moves like that?

Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highly
We got jewels and Mo' and the life is tight rowdy
Everybody lookin' shitty like a to' down committee
Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties

I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big titties
And they all stressin' me, yo, really?
What really goes on? I don't know

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
Da bump, da bump, bump, da bump, da bump

One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme
Three is for the life, now we on this incline
Never catch this kid stickin' forks in swine
Never ran my gibs in nuthin' less than a dime

A few of my brothas did that asshole one time
Strivin' miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime
The three twenty-five got that Windex shine
And when I shot skelly, I had my boxes in lines

All I wanna do is live life and be fair
I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair
Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair
God will never make it too hard for me to bare

I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse
Some can count me out but yo, I doubt that I lose
The Westernized world got our minds confused
You frontin' on me, ak, then you don't get bruised

The funny style cats, they be playin' games like Chucky
Government officials shoot their same old
Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky
Stiff ass squares gettin' mad 'cuz we funky

This the crap game, then we got the top rolls
The positive jumps the negative like frogs
Resentin' evil vibes yo, that shit is at the morgue
We celebrate laughin' down in at the smorgas borg

You still lookin' shitty like a to' down committee
Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties
I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big titties
And they all stressin' me really

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump

We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
We got the bump da bump, da bump, bump
Da bump, da bump, bump, da bump, da bump

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The Hop - Lyrics - Beats, Rhymes And Life - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: The Hop
Album: Beats, Rhymes And Life
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Rashad Smith, Al Jr Hall, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
Yea, move your body, decide to party
'Bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did
My nigga AL G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it
We got the girl Kristine in it, got my man Big G in it

Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow
I'ma make you move whether woman or fellow
Yo, I got the medals in the war field of respect
Like an ill porno make ya body get wet

Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow
Hoping that my shit will pierce your dome like an arrow
I'm sure it will, especially if it's God's will
MC's you ready to die 'cuz I'ma kill

All your negative feelings standing on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know what's really killer, realer than you can imagine
Using every source of pain in my range to make it happen

If I make it happen that means I'm making motion
And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion
Everybody do the hop, niggaz soothe like lotion
I lay up in the piece or an incognotion

You gotta do the hop then move to the beat, you don't stop
Now everybody here, you do the hop
You going up to cop, a town full of brick, don't stop
You gotta come back and do the hop

Yo, fuck the cop, you gotta come back and do the hop
Move till your body won't stop
You gotta do the hop, nonstop motion, nonstop
You gotta come back and do the, do the

You see you, your career is done like Johnny Carson's
Get me vexed, I do like Left Eye, I'll start an arson
Now that I got that out my system
Watch me stab up the track as if my name was OJ Simpson

I packs it in like Van Halen
I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like Kato Kaelin
I'm representing wit my crew
Mess around, bite my rhymes, I beat that ass wit my shoes

C'mon, you know I'm crazy nice
Brothers can't deal wit this shorty named Phife
You must be mad in the head
I bust his ass and leave 'em blood clot for dead

Niggaz sound like Das EFX
If it ain't Das EFX, then they sounding like Meth
You might as well do Megadeth
Yo, punk MC's better save your freaking breath

You'se a corny muthafuka
You must be high smoking dust wit Chris Tucker
You asses don't want this
I pull more beeps than the beep at the premier of Pocohantas

Word is born, I am the baddest
And all you honies out there, word is born, you know my status
So come and pull your panties down
This ain't no Barnum and Bailey show, I don't get down wit the clowns

So why don't you and your friends get wit me and my friends
But don't bring your ass buying you ain't got no ends
Word is born, it don't stop
Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop

You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop
Come on everybody, do the hop
Even if you a cop, you gotta come back and do the hop
You move to the beat, you don't stop

You smoking jub rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop
Then you come back and do the hop
You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto, rise on the top
You know we come back and do the hop

Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop
You gotta come back and do the hop
We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop
This is how it is, we do the hop
You move to the beat, you come on everybody don't

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Jazz (We'Ve Got...)(Re-Recording) - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Jazz (We'Ve Got...)(Re-Recording)
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): J Davis, Freeman Mcgriff A Muhammad, O'Leary M Taylor, Thompso

Lyric:
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz

Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, 'cuz the prose is profound
Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beamer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends

So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up squire, adjust your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene
Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer

We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz

Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' come straightway
How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mike has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?

I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri mix tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat, I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack

I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive or RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too

Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequot
'Cuz where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you

Hey yo but wait, back it up, huh, easy back it up
Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine, underlined

The jazz, the what? The jazz to move that ass
'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizazz
It's the universal sound, best to brothers on the ground
And the ones six below, ya didn't have to go
Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
"What what what" check it out

All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx an' Harlem ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I say because Ladies First ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop

To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop
Everybody in the place ya don't stop
Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation

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I Got The Knack - Lyrics - Forever Everlasting - Everlast

Title: I Got The Knack
Album: Forever Everlasting
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Berton Averre, B Bashir, Doug Fieger, D Quincy Iii, E Schrody

Lyric:
You got it, you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it, you got it

Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme
My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always on time
I got what it takes to make this groove complete
When my DJ cuts he never misses a beat

I'm down with the Syndicate and they're down with me
I'm also down with Divine, Bilal and Quincy D
Terry B., DJ Lethal and my brother Kool Nick
Kid Jazz, Scratch, Bangle and Cut Master Quick
I worked hard and long to master this traight
And to quote my other song, yo, I'm just out to get paid

So sleep on me now, for my time will come
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one
I got the knack, I got the knack, I got the knack
I got the knack, I got the knack
I got the knack, I got the knack

Everlast is in effect, gettin' full respect
I collect big checks, 1's, 5's, 10's, 20's, 100 G's
I'm pullin' honey's left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight

There all on my tip to get a sip of this poetic performer
I can get whipped but I'm out to get paid, not to get laid
All across the country my records gettin' played
The radio stations, clubs and renkores
All the shows I play I make them do encores

So sleep on me now, for my time will come
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one
I got the knack, I got the knack, I got the knack
I got the knack, I got the knack

Ah yeah, hit me, check this out

Step up place your bet and I'll serve your fortune
But first I must issue just one word of caution
Dope lyric presentations are my soul notiriety
Everlast is on the rise movin' through society

My voice is moist resighting choice vocals
Respected world wide and feared by locals
Poppin' junk out your punk mouth
Makin' bets it's too late for regrets
It's time to pay your debts, E V E R L A S T
It's the name that I fed a poetic demigod with skin that is fare

So sleep on me now, for my time will come
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one
I got the knack, I got the knack, I got the knack
I got the knack, I got the knack, I got the knack
I got the knack, I got the knack
I got the knack, I got the knack

Now there are too many people in this world tryin' to play me
Like I'm some kind of sucker constantly they disobey me
Tellin' me what's sellin', what kinda records be charted
Sound like him sound like her her but they all sound retarded

Takin' very little time to write down a rhyme
It's confusing to see so many people so fly
Some think that it's a sell out rhymin' to this beat
But Everlast takes any groove and makes it sound complete
I got the knack

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