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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Gold Digger - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Gold Digger
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Shamar Daugherty, Alonzo Lee, Arbie Wilson, Bobby Wilson

Lyric:
Ow, Track-stars woo, hey DTP
Let's go

She's dangerous
(Uh huh)
Super bad
(Okay)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger
She's dangerous
(Alright)
Super bad
(Uh huh)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger

Yeah, she's a money magnet, smell a dollar bill in ya clothes
Gold digger style from her head to her toes
You here me saying no don't mess with the stress
She's out to get ya dough, none more, none less

She's lookin' for a prize, man, you killing me
Acting like you don't see the dollar signs in her eyes
She wants her nails done, and her hair too
Plus a diamond necklace, that's all on you

You still can't see it? Yeah, you a sucka
If you do it homeboy, man, I couldn't be it
Hypnotized by her good looks?
Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me

Consider yourself worn so you can stay
Or you can stick to my rhyme and get the heck away
Either way, go figure, she's a gold digger
Gettin' close as your bank row grows bigger

She's dangerous, super bad
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger

She's dangerous
(Uh huh)
Super bad
(Okay)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger
She's dangerous
(Alright)
Super bad
(Uh huh)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger

You gotcha way with a beauty, a treat with a brain
When she look at you, she only see ching-ching
Mil around your neck, mil around your arms
A championship ring, she must be a bowla hard

She turns on the leader, as soon as you need her
Once you bite the bait, you look mighty thico
When money talks, she ticks like F.B.I
Ready to handcuff the right guy

Look you in the eye, and tell a boldface lie
Scheming on the way to money, yo, well ya tried
Guess it's a game now, gotta watch who you trust
Like her because, it's only out for your books

Ye sir, she's all about being paid
At the end of everyday it's a fine new grade
What more can I say? But the wires up front
Better watch out, she'll leave ya with insuffiant

She's dangerous
(Uh huh)
Super bad
(Okay)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger
She's dangerous
(Alright)
Super bad
(Uh huh)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger

She's dangerous
(Uh huh)
Super bad
(Okay)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger
She's dangerous
(Alright)
Super bad
(Uh huh)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger

She's so physical
I say movie stars, you better watch your back
She'll be spending up your check
Oh yeah, for the growin', just won't stop
Will be rotting in your eyes

She's a gold digga, gold digga, gold digga yeah

She's dreaming scheming on a way to get your dough
She hit the lottery, now hit the flow, you just don't know
Because you got got and that's for sho'

Oh yeah, she's a superstar chick
But don't fool with her unless you got miles of risk
She's a pimpstress runnin' more game than the Olympics
To cease your assests like the I.R.S
Aha, uh uh huh

She's dangerous
(Uh huh)
Super bad
(Okay)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger
She's dangerous
(Alright)
Super bad
(Uh huh)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger

She's dangerous
(Uh huh)
Super bad
(Okay)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger
She's dangerous
(Alright)
Super bad
(Uh huh)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger

She's dangerous
(Uh huh)
Super bad
(Okay)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger
She's dangerous
(Alright)
Super bad
(Uh huh)
Better watch out, she'll take ya cash
She's a gold digger, she's a gold digger
...

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Gold Digger - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Gold Digger
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Ronald Miller, Charles Reid Bertram, Parrish Smith, Dwayne Mcknight, Jr., George Clinton, Phillippe Wynn, Peter Bishop

Lyric:
Brothers things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got ta let the girls know what they gotta do for us

Oh, what the heck, let's get married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat, I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked my whole damn head was malfunctional
'Coz I forgot to co sign a prenuptial agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar

Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank account, gettin' more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin' to myself, oh, you big big dummy
Just my luck that I'm stuck with a marriage
And a baby who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half
(Not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money

So I chill and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can't picture bein' in the street
So I give a fake smile and a fake laugh
Fake everything so I can keep all my cash
Fake talk, like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They're called gold diggers

'Coz she's a gold digger
'Coz she's a gold digger
'Coz she's a gold digger

The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this
("Fly girl")
Yeah, and almost got vicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body
(So what cha sayin')
Top it off, she drove a black Maserati
Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn't resist
I tapped E on the shoulder and said, "Yeah, I gots to get this"
(P cool, she could be a gold digger)

Not with that smile and that stupid boomin' figure
'Til one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten G's on Levi's, cold went Rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up and said
(Oh, P you're so large)
Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish
But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs

Whip my five-sixty sip Moet and bug
(So did you flip?)
Tried to but she cut me off
And said, "Guess what?"
(What)
"I'm pregnant"
(Pregnant? Damn)
Yeah, and the child is yours
So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash
Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
'Coz she's a gold digger

She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger

That's why, men in the 90's must watch themselves
'Coz ladies of the 80's got hip and went for self
With the new divorce laws, which entitles them half
That means the house goes
The car
You and half your cash
What a price to pay, but if you play you pay
'Coz women of the world they got smart today
They flash a smile and profile
A pucker with a strut

Try to move in
Knock the boots
And got stuck with alimony payments
Time to meet Judge Wapner
You try to flip and cut, but she smiles 'coz she gotcha
You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow
Said the two deadly words
I do
But look now, you lost the house
The car

Eatin' TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment
Boy you picked a winner
But what goes around, comes around
That's why she wheels the Benz
And you ride Greyhound
Oh, just your luck, they on strike
Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
(Now you know)
Not to mess with a gold digger

'Coz she's a gold digger
'Coz she's a gold digger
'Coz she's a gold digger

Yeah, EPMD's in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy
Hit Squad in effect in the house
Large
Yeah, she get half

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Gold Digger (Mtv Version) - Lyrics - Gold Digger - Kanye West

Title: Gold Digger (Mtv Version)
Album: Gold Digger
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Renald J. Richard, Ray Charles, Kanye Omari West

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Lyric:
She take my money when I'm in need
Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC, I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm

But I'm lookin' for the one
Have you seen her?
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
An I gotta take all they bad ass to showbiz

Ok, get yo' kids but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got a pen
We all went to Den and then I had to pay
If you fuckin' with this girl then you betta be payed
You know why?

It take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher
I don't care what none of ya'll say I still love her

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo' kids, got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than he is
You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai

She was spose' to buy ya shorty Tyco with ya money
She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money
She walkin' around lookin' like Micheal with ya money
Should of got that insured Geico for ya money

If you ain't no punk holla, "We want prenup"
"We want prenup!", yeaah
It's something that you need to have
'Cause when she leave yo' ass she gone leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
You don't want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat and he can't pay, ya'll can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves

But while ya'll washin' watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition baby look at his eyes
This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries

So, stick by his side
I know this dude's ballin' but yea that's nice
And they gone keep callin' and tryin'
But you stay right girl
But when you get on he leave yo' ass for a white girl

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head
Let me hear that back

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Gold Digger (Album Version) (Explicit) - Lyrics - Gold Digger - Kanye West

Title: Gold Digger (Album Version) (Explicit)
Album: Gold Digger
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Renald J. Richard, Ray Charles, Kanye Omari West

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Lyric:
She take my money when I'm in need
Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC, I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm

But I'm lookin' for the one
Have you seen her?
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
An I gotta take all they bad ass to showbiz

Ok, get yo' kids but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got a pen
We all went to Den and then I had to pay
If you fuckin' with this girl then you betta be payed
You know why?

It take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher
I don't care what none of ya'll say I still love her

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo' kids, got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than he is
You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai

She was spose' to buy ya shorty Tyco with ya money
She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money
She walkin' around lookin' like Micheal with ya money
Should of got that insured Geico for ya money

If you ain't no punk holla, "We want prenup"
"We want prenup!", yeaah
It's something that you need to have
'Cause when she leave yo' ass she gone leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
You don't want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat and he can't pay, ya'll can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves

But while ya'll washin' watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition baby look at his eyes
This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries

So, stick by his side
I know this dude's ballin' but yea that's nice
And they gone keep callin' and tryin'
But you stay right girl
But when you get on he leave yo' ass for a white girl

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head
Let me hear that back

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Gold Digger - Lyrics - Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios - Kanye West

Title: Gold Digger
Album: Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Renald J. Richard, Ray Charles, Kanye Omari West

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Lyric:
She take my money when I'm in need
Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said I can tell you ROC, I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm

But I'm lookin' for the one
Have you seen her?
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
An I gotta take all they bad ass to showbiz

Ok, get yo' kids but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got a pen
We all went to Den and then I had to pay
If you fuckin' with this girl then you betta be payed
You know why?

It take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher
I don't care what none of ya'll say I still love her

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo' kids, got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than he is
You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai

She was spose' to buy ya shorty Tyco with ya money
She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money
She walkin' around lookin' like Micheal with ya money
Should of got that insured Geico for ya money

If you ain't no punk holla, "We want prenup"
"We want prenup!", yeaah
It's something that you need to have
'Cause when she leave yo' ass she gone leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
But she ain't messin' wit no broke niggaz

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head

Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
You don't want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat and he can't pay, ya'll can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves

But while ya'll washin' watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition baby look at his eyes
This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries

So, stick by his side
I know this dude's ballin' but yea that's nice
And they gone keep callin' and tryin'
But you stay right girl
But when you get on he leave yo' ass for a white girl

Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head get down
Get down girl, go head
Let me hear that back

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Gold Digga - Lyrics - Chicago's Finest - Kanye West

Title: Gold Digga
Album: Chicago's Finest
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Ray Charles, Renald J Richard, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me

(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro

(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head

Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her under arm
She said I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far all those girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm and your arm
But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her?
(No we haven't seen her)

(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke bro
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke bro

(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head

18 years, 18 years, she got one of your kids, got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby momma car crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV, any given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai

She was supposed to buy ya shorty Tyco with your money
She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money
She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money
Shoulda' got that insured, GEICO for your money, money

If you ain't no punk holla we want pre-nup
(We want pre-nup, yeah)

(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro

(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head

(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro

(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head

She give me money
When I'm in need

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Where There'S Gold.. - Lyrics - Shade of Poison Trees - Dashboard Confessional

Title: Where There'S Gold..
Album: Shade of Poison Trees
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Composer(s): Chris Carrabba

Lyric:
Step on the stage, the lights, the praise
The curtain calls and the big parade
You know that life all too well

The promise, the pain, the valor, the rage
Hold up your hands for the bow and the wave
You know it's touch a little too well

You throw yourself into their arms
Mistresses have all the fun
But no one's ever there to take you home

Box up your gloves and your down coats
Bound for the sun and the west coast
Where upper-crust tragedies abound

A tip for the girl at the coat check
The guy at the door and the bar back
They know your face, oh so well

But movies never made you famous
All your dreams got lost or traded
And all you ever cared about got lost

But you were surely still an actress
Older men would find attractive
And all you ever dreamed of was the cost

Where there's gold, there's a gold digger
Where there's gold, there's a gold digger
Where there's gold, there's a gold digger

Where there's gold, there's a gold digger
Where there's gold, there's a gold digger
Where there's gold, there's a gold digger

You throw yourself into their arms
Mistresses have all the fun
But no one's ever there to take you home

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Gilded Cunt - Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Gilded Cunt
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Dani Davey, Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Martin F Powell, Dave Pybus, Gianpiero Piras

Lyric:
Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind
In place of eve a bitter parody hails
Daggers from the swagger
Of a sodomite's concubine
Bine (Bine)

Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt

Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave
My preference leans to killing you quickly
Scissored in the gizzard
That a heart no more maintains

But I am tied
To the labyrinth and the beast
The one-way track of eyes
Black and grey like panzers

Loose your shell
Shoot the mouth
The gates of hell
Have often dropped their jaws about
Satan's agents were perversion to bear
Side to side with their diversions
You use to guide my fingers there

Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger

Cunt (Cunt)
Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt
Cunt
Cunt

Nothing is above you save a boreal light
That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice
And below you, will I see you tonight
Glower from your tower
Built of ivory and spite?

For I am torn
Between the sheets that keep me borne
And the teeth of a storm
They reap then rape my stanzas

Click your heels
Three times six
The stars are fixed
May I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue
Nor did heaven ever weather
The crosses that you came upon

Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger

Cunt (Cunt)
Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt
Cunt
Cunt

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Rockstar - Lyrics - All the Right Reasons - Nickelback

Title: Rockstar
Album: All the Right Reasons
Artist: Nickelback
Composer(s): Daniel Adair, Michael Kroeger, Chad Kroeger, Ryan Peake

Lyric:
I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need?)

I need a a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher
And James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha, ha)

I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves
To blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writin' all my songs
Lipsynk 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well, we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Well, hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

I'M A Rhino - Lyrics - Jibbs Feat Jibbs - Jibbs

Title: I'M A Rhino
Album: Jibbs Feat Jibbs
Artist: Jibbs
Composer(s): Jovan Campbell, Derryl Howard, Maurice Wilson

Lyric:
You a gold digging, I ain't messin' wit
'Cause I?m a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no, you can go find yo
And tryin' those, and sign no

Go? on and throw the digits or I ain't messin' with no
'Cause I'm a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no to go find no
And tryin' those and sign no

Ah, my name is Jibbs but they call me mighty trump
The kid down a house with an outer space flow
Stay waved up, poking madden with a flow
Jag chillin' in the back with girls holla at a chump

Who you know gotta sea with a 3 in double beat
I write my own stuff never will I need a ghost
Spit so cold that you prolly need a coat
And I keep bread 'til I bring about a house

Clownin' on stage but Jibbs is no hoe
Lil? Lewis got ?em hangin' from a rope
All my diamonds real, no gold or glass coat
If you all washed up, don?t drop the soap

Beastaz the music don?t bang that low
It bring ya feet where you can?t feel yo toes
And I?m the hottest, come on keep it on the low
And they mad 'cause I riot and I fly like a crow

You a gold digging, I ain't messin' wit
'Cause I?m a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no, you can go find yo
And tryin' those, and sign no

Go? on and throw the digits or I ain't messin' with no
'Cause I'm a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no to go find no
And tryin' those and sign no

Spit one?s rhymes one to me is like fire
That?s because I gotta spread around like a high
Jibbs and the whole lil' lewis is a try
And we keep goin' higher 'til we see ourselves fly

Spit punch lines, we hit you in ya ear
When I?m at a concert girls be drawin' tears
Move ?em in the dark no havin' no fears
And callin' me a space ship the way I?m switchin' gears

If you a gold digger, I?m platinum plus
Diamond out bizzle, don?t let the platinum rust
Boy perfect timing but I ain't gon' speak with glocks
All up in your speakers, they call me speaker box

You a gold digging, I ain't messin' wit
'Cause I?m a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no, you can go find yo
And tryin' those, and sign no

Go? on and throw the digits or I ain't messin' with no
'Cause I'm a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no to go find no
And tryin' those and sign no

People when I see themselves, that Jibbs is a beast
One of me is like 5, so move more than 3
Back for I gotta make my money increase
And 5 is the reason why they lock my the key

So if you ain't throwin' then you need to catch a chorus
Keep switchin' timbs, keep trees like a forest
Deal with the rhymes like my sign is a Taurus
And I?m all about mine, you can keep mindin' yours

Now speak for yourself, I'ma keep goin' high
I?m so above average I don?t think you wanna try
I?ma tell the truth that I don?t have to lie
And I?m beastin' my peer I don?t think you wanna try

You can mess with Jibbs, man, I think you won't know
'Cause this rap thing, I been doin long
So you need to sit down with the thing
'Cause I?ma just make your head spin

You a gold digging, I ain't messin' wit
'Cause I?m a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no, you can go find yo
And tryin' those, and sign no

Go? on and throw the digits or I ain't messin' with no
'Cause I'm a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no to go find no
And tryin' those and sign no

You a gold digging, I ain't messin' wit
'Cause I?m a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no, you can go find yo
And tryin' those, and sign no

Go? on and throw the digits or I ain't messin' with no
'Cause I'm a rhino, I?m a rhino
And I ain't no to go find no
And tryin' those and sign no

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

If It Ain'T Free - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: If It Ain'T Free
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites
I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper
Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Sellin' weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley

Rollin' like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia
I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha' fuckin'
Givin' a shout out to all these parasites
(Parasites? You understand me?)

These mosquitos
(Mosquitos)
Mosquite ho's
Swarmin' around my water tryin' to suck me dry
But money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(I know that's right, hell, yeah)

We all do stupid things payin' too much for pussy
Don't have to be one of em'
So fellas, don't get pussy-whoopped
(Say what?)

Whoop that pussy
(While yer bullshuttin' looky here boy)
And we ain't talkin' bout all women
But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch
(Henh do you undersmell me?)

(Check this out loco)
Babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(Yes you go on an do your thang)

And I really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
You have a sense of humor you sexy and you smart
(You so intelligent)
But when you tried to take my money, honey
You broke my fuckin' heart

(C'mon 'cuz where you at loco? You broke my fuckin' heart)
I said baby, yeah, I need you to step on out my car
(Step on out my car don't forget your panties and your bra)
'Cuz now I know exactly what you are
(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the Quarterpiece Quartet)

You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(What you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(You know you fucked up, don't ya? you know you fucked up
Don't ya? don't ya?)

You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(N-n-no you'd you better not skip this song, you better
Not skip this song)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me
(I'll be sittin' up there)
Baby
(Watchin' them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah
So listen to this shit, biotch)

See, I finally figured out why these ho's be hoin'
Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin'
It must be Sunday, 'cuz you got no class
With the G-string goin' up the crack o'yer ass
(Crack o'yer ass)

Yo, you didn't speak back when I spoke to you
(Spoke to you)
Why? Do I look broke to you?
You put your head down, baby, then you pass me
(Pass me)
You hit the dance floor and started dancin' nasty
(Nasty)

And it's a trip when a stripper start to strip
All the home boys feel obligated to tip
Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
I'm savin' my money for some chile cheese fries

Please, don't make me laugh ho
Take yo gold diggin' hands off my Afro
(Afro)
Give you money for dancin'? Come on, boo
I wouldn't give it to you, if you let me come on you

Ooh, I never found a gold diggin' woman arousin'
I'm a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
Payin' a broad is preposterous
Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus

And even if you did that, you still a trick
(Still a trick)
You need to make the woman pay for your dick
(You know)
You the one huffin', you the one puffin'
She the one layin' there, ain't doin' nuthin'

And I bet you ate the pussy hopin' for good luck
Nine times outta ten you didn't get your dick sucked
Bitch too busy, thinkin' 'bout
Takin' all the money out yer bank account

So get out my Cadillac, real slow
And go back home to your dil-do
If you're lookin' for a trick, Miss Gold Digger
You need to go talk to a old nigga

You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(All these little undercover prostitutes, 'cuz)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)

You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(You know I ain't tryin' to be too niggerish on the microphone
You know what I'm sayin' cuz?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Hey, let's flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(Honey)

Man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(You can't have my money)
I ain't even fuckin' her she want me to jeopardize my life
Take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(Honey)
And got mad at me when I asked her for some

Money for some gas in my Cadillac
(You can't have my money)
I told her like this eyea, bitch, I ain't playin'
It ain't like you my woman you know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout a man s'posed to take care of a woman

I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(Hold on)
That's drama naw, naw, that's some shit you got from your mama
Now I ain't fixin' to break nary fingernail goin' oops upside yo head
Talkin' 'bout take me shopping

I told her like be legit check this shit out, I say, hey man
I said hit me when your welfare check is comin'
And maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin' punk bitch
(Hey what's Nate Dogg tell them bitches man?
Hey let me concentrate and say)

'Cuz I-I-I have never met a girl
(Whay you playin' me hey come on y'all)
That I love, in the whole wide world
(What Ice Cube say, hey check it out, he say)

Last night she sucked my dick
Now she kissin' Little Man
Won't he suck my dick and let's cut out the
Middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Money Can'T Buy You Love - Lyrics - Tamar - Tamar

Title: Money Can'T Buy You Love
Album: Tamar
Artist: Tamar
Composer(s): Tamar Braxton, Darrell Allamby, Lincoln Browder, Kenneth Dickerson

Lyric:
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah oh, ooh

Don't wanna sound like I'm a gold digger
But I like the finer things in life, alright
Can't be spending my time with nobody
Who ain't doing nothing

So now y'all wanna own my own leather
So I gotta keep my focus tight, alright
But it might sound kind of funny but

Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills around here, oh yeah
But you do without it, you'll need money too
Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills up in here, oh yeah

Now baby, let me make it real simple
I can do bad all by myself, ooh, babe
I ain't never been one
Who needs somebody else to buy me something

But could you try to be a gift giver
'Cause I don't want nobody else, oh no, said, oh no, baby
It might sound kinda funny but

Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills around here, oh yeah
But you do without it, you'll need money too
Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills up in here, oh yeah

Baby, I know you love
But you know that I'm a shopper
See why can't you show you love me
(Show me dem dollars, dollars, dollars)
Just like I show you I love you
So if you wanna holla, don't be afraid to give

I said I'm all about the money baby, the money baby
I'm all about the rent, oh yeah, yeah
I need my hair done, my nails done
A new Prada bag, a brand new Jag

See that don't make me a gold digger
I just like the finer things you can bring
It might sound funny but

Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills around here, oh yeah
But you do without it, you'll need money too
Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills up in here, oh yeah

Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills around here, oh yeah
But you do without it, you'll need money too
Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills up in here, oh yeah

Money can't buy you love
But it sho nuff pays the bills around here, oh yeah
But you do without it, you'll need money too
So don't be afraid to give, oh

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Leave Me Alone - Lyrics - Shaggy

Title: Leave Me Alone
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Dawn Colon, Orville Burrell, Shaun Pizzonia, Rickardo G Ducent, Dave W Kelly

Lyric:
I know he's home
I just seen him go in
He's really trying to play me
Where he be, it's just over like that
It just ain't that easy
Trust me, I am not the one
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Whatever, I got all night

Go figure how you turned out
To be a real gold digger
What you don't care
Should draw the picture bigger
You ain't my main squeeze
And it's five in the morning
Why you calling my phone

Keep the sweater
Just leave me alone
No more love letters
Gotta play myself
'Cuz I should have known better
"Hello, hello"

Just leave me alone
Stop calling my phone
Quit invading my home
Why don't you leave me alone

Just leave me alone
Stop calling my phone
Quit invading my home
Why don't you leave me alone

What a bummer
Met this girl on South Beach last summer
Mummy got back, but she ain't no stunner
Chat for a while and I had a few drinks
Well, the next thing you know
We were fogging up the Hummer
Now the chick's banging on my door like a drummer
Stalking my house, big tap like a plumber

Couldn't keep myself
'Cuz I thought with my brain, I would have left her alone
She got laced, the opportunity was right there in my face
And that's how she ended up back in my place
I wish I could go back in time
And correct that faded mistake

I wish she would just leave me alone
Stop calling my phone
Quit invading my home
Why don't you leave me alone

Just leave me alone
Stop calling my phone
Quit invading my home
Why don't you leave me alone

Just leave that girl alone
("Knew I shouldn't have taken this girl's number")
Don't call her from your phone
("Damn, caller-ID")
Just leave that girl alone
("And to think that was the one")
Don't dare pick up your phone
("Damn, the attraction, gosh!")

Go figure how you turned out
To be a real gold digger
What you don't care
Should draw the picture bigger
You ain't my main squeeze
And it's five in the morning
Why you calling my phone

Keep the sweater
Just leave me alone
No more love letters
Gotta play myself
'Cuz I should have known better
The number you have called has been disconnected

Just leave me alone
Stop calling my phone
Quit invading my home
Why don't you leave me alone

Just leave me alone
Stop calling my phone
Quit invading my home
Why don't you leave me alone

"Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?"

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Remix) - Lyrics - Gold Digger - Kanye West

Title: Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Remix)
Album: Gold Digger
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): John Barry, Don Black, D. Harris, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Diamonds are forever, they won't leave in the night
I've no fear that they might desert me

(Diamonds are forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
(Diamonds are forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
(Forever)

Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
(And ever)
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic
Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses
And I've realized that I've arrived, 'cause
It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe

Does he write his own rhymes, well, sort of, I think 'em
That mean I forgot better **** than you ever thought of
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talkin' 'bout classics, do my name get brought up?

I remember, I couldn't afford a Ford Escort
Or even a four-track recorder
So it's only right that I let the top drop on a Drop-Top Porsche
It's for yourself that's important

If you stripper name Porsche and you get tips from many men
Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan
Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man
I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't because

(Diamonds are forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
(Diamonds are forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
(Forever)

Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
(And ever)
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me
Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry
Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in 'em
30 minutes later seein' there's no convincin' 'em

What more can you ask for? The international
Who complains about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old?
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul

And wouldn't change by the change, or the game or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name
It's Kanye but some of my plaques, they still say, 'Kane'

Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown
Back in the Chi, them folks ain't from Motown
Life movin' too fast I need to slow down
Girl ain't give me no ***, she need to go down

My father Ben said I need Jesus, so he took me to church
And let the water wash over my creaser
The preacher said we need leaders
Right then my body got still like a paraplegic

You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
Yeah, the beat cold but the flow is anemic

After debris settles and the dust get swept off
Big K pick up where young Hov left off
Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
I dropped my new **** sound like the best of

A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up
In the studio, where really though, yeah, he next up

People askin' me, is I gon' give my chain back?
That'll be the same day I give the game back
You know the next question dog, "Yo, where Dame at?"
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back

"What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all okay man?"
They pray for the death of our dynasty like, Amen
Right here stands a man
With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands

(Diamonds are forever)
Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe
(Diamonds are forever)
The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme
(Forever)

Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
(And ever)
Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?
Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Diamonds are forever
Diamonds are forever
Forever and ever

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Me - Lyrics - Exodus - Ja Rule

Title: Me
Album: Exodus
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, M Mcgregor, J Atkins

Lyric:
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound just like me
But nobody does this here quite like me
Now let me tell ya a little something 'bout me

Pops tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me

Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name in the newspapers
Haters never pay they dues
Always got they feet in somebody shoes

Walk with me or ride this old Bentley with the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin', that's not how I'm livin'

The realest, the nigga in the realest state
I got real estates in different states, go figure
'Cause I ain't singin' "You'se a Gold Digger"
But bitch, you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz

That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you in the CLS
We on the phone your voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound just like me
But nobody does this here quite like me
Now let me tell ya a little something 'bout me

Pops tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me

Yeah, I know, one more gain, bitch, you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on Hypno and Henn
I like your style, you're so old school
In them Sassoon Vidals, fifty four eleven

Reebok classics remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings

All of the art of drug-dealin' 'cause every mil
Is two for me, when it's all tax-free
Pray for God's children, all except for me
I'ma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me

One foot at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know ya'll niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound just like me
But nobody does this here quite like me
Now let me tell ya a little something 'bout me

Pops tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me

I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright till everything goes wrong
No pot to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let bygones be bygones?

Rule the icon, who killed the industry like I-pods
Had these niggaz runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-deuce for them niggaz that act hood

Ridin' my six-deuce uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm puttin' from the green like T-Woods
Hard white is not to be confused with white good

White gold should never be perceived as platinum
And cubic-zirconium never gon' shine like diamonds
'Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch, niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound just like me
But nobody does this here quite like me
Now let me tell ya a little something 'bout me

Pops tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me, me, me

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Valhalla - Lyrics - Grave Digger

Title: Valhalla
Artist: Grave Digger
Composer(s): Jens Becker, Hans Peter Katzenburg, Manfred Albert Schmidt, Chris Boltendahl

Lyric:
A sultry haze hangs in the air
A lightning storm cuts through the sky
Thunder, the master, calling for the clouds
Thunder, your master, summons you to this place

Boldly tread this fearless path
Don't fear the giant's wrath

Over the mountains, the sun rises up
A castle of gold shines through the clouds
The gods awaken out of their dreams
Crossing the valley to the rainbow bridge
Valhalla, Valhalla, Valhalla, Valhalla

Shrouded from the pale cold night
In the east, you'll see its blinding light
From dusk to dawn, in peace and serenity
Follow the king and dwell with me

Boldly tread this fearless path
Don't fear the giant's wrath

Over the mountains, the sun rises up
A castle of gold shines through the clouds
The gods awaken out of their dreams
Crossing the valley to the rainbow bridge
Valhalla, Valhalla, Valhalla, Valhalla

Over the mountains, the sun rises up
A castle of gold shines through the clouds
The gods awaken out of their dreams
Crossing the valley to the rainbow bridge
Valhalla, Valhalla, Valhalla, Valhalla

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Pioneers - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Pioneers
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith

Lyric:
And you don't quit
Yeah, pioneers one time
(One time, two times)
Yeah, Erick Sermon boy
Yeah, we rap, where you at?
(Mic check)
Check this out

Aiyyo, who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man, Louis, from the Ville, Slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats 'cause rugged apparel's where it's at
So stand back, we flash a nine before the jack

And squeeze triggers blazin' at one-hit wonder niggaz
Like Smoothe Da Hustler
I still sneak over and fuck your babysitter
No quitter, microphone's my transmitter
Which clocks figures in return, the track's the 'Gold Digger'

Huh me? I buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun
Yeah Dunn, ain't the one to be steppin' to son
I agree with Slick Rick, you cats is crumbs

My squad gets Dumb and Jim Carrey you ought the buildin'
Messin' around with God's children
I take action, like film crews
You against me, face to face, you'll lose

Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
That's right
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
That's right
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

P and I don't stop, we don't quit, who's seein' 'em?
On tracks, we Ruff Ryde like D and them
Then case the joint, like an agent, that's secret
Cats hate, so we on point frequent

E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent
Right down the block from the precinct
See you a punk that talk too lenient
When I speak to a motherfucker, I mean it

So open Sesame and let down the main gate
But before you scream EPMD, you should wait
'Cause we roll with a posse from Strong Long to Canarsie
QBC, Boogie Down Bronx, back to Marcy

Pass that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo
And your chick know, P's hungry, like the hippoes
Suck on no nipples but duck cats, quick to stick you
Like a pin-up, workin' out and doin' chin-ups

Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
That's right
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

Huh, aiyyo my style flows, say it liquidates
It's best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks
Two time felon, fuck around with me
And my man pussycat and catch two to the melon

Then I be like, "Yep yep," just like Teddy, 'Raw' like Eddie
Sweaty, when I hold shit down and bake like Betty
And when I want things to move, I blink like 'Bewitched'
To handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit

Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
That's right
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

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