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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Fuel My Fire - Lyrics - Hungry For Stink - L7

Title: Fuel My Fire
Album: Hungry For Stink
Artist: L7
Composer(s): Peter Jones, Ross Knight, Donita J Sparks, William Walsh

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Lyric:
I've got a word of thanks
Thanks that I'd like to say
For the rage that I feel
For the rage that I feel today

Gotta stack, gotta stack
Stack of chips on my shoulder
In everything I do, 'cause I made, I made, I made
The mistake the mistake of trusting you

People like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel

Yeah my layers are thick
And I got a bad attitude
Yeah that knife in my back
Has fingerprints that belong to you

Gotta grudge gotta grudge gotta grudge
That I'm holding for as long as I live
'Cause you lied, you lied, you lied
And that's something that I can't forgive

People like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel my fire
Oh, people like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel

Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar

People like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel my fire
Oh, people like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel

Liar, liar, you liar, you liar, liar

People like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel my fire
People like you just fuel

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

You'Re Pretty When I'M Drunk - Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

Title: You'Re Pretty When I'M Drunk
Album: Use Your Fingers
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks, Michael Bowe

Lyric:
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought Skip O' Pot2mus

And Daddy gonna get some, probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory, makin' a big stink
Messin' up the toilet seat and poopin' in the sink

M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waitin' for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the 12 Horse Ale
After that I get silly like Soupy Sales

Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Shlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beers, tinted glasses, I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr.Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr.Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch, the way this chick was diggin' me

But maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna be
Hey Lupus is she cute? Yeah, for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know? You're probably goin' home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone

Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois, you and me and Heineken

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you

For the sake of conversation, we'll call you the Brand New Heavy
You're a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
You're Buddha, you're Shamu, you're Jabba the fuckin' Hutt

You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was 3 a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot

I was butterin' rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me, something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing, I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that Jabberjaws lived in your pants

At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty, I gotta lament
That you were not a girl, you were an experiment

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

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Friday, August 13, 2010

We Live Again - Lyrics - Mutations - Beck

Title: We Live Again
Album: Mutations
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): Beck Hansen

Lyric:
These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
Over the hill, a desolate wind
Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy

The end, oh, the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

Oh, hungry days in the footsteps of fools
Gazing alone through sex painted windows
Dredging the night, drunk libertines
Stink like colognes from a new fangled wasteland

The end, oh, the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

Love is a plague in a mix match parade
Where the castaways look so deranged
When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn
And love will be new, never cold and vacant

These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

The end, oh, the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Clockin' G'S - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Clockin' G'S
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, J T Smith, Pharrell Williams

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Lyric:
Yeah, but they need a beat that they can freak to
Huh yaknahmean?

Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh, bounce, yeah
Uhh, you heard it from hearsay
(Bounce, yeah)
Uhh, you heard it from hearsay

You wanna bang 'em, bang 'em, bang 'em 'til you can't no more
Day-dreamin', 'bout slidin' in that Bentley door
Cuban chain tucked in so the back'll show
Whip it out in front of chicks, they react to dough

Fo' karats in each ear, lettin' dude know
That homes still flow like twenty-twos of snow
Yankee over doo-rags, extra wristbands
Pass the Heineken, you're not a Crist' fan

Ice is the tightest, broads breakin' they neck
And catchin' arthritis to bag a ghetto Midas
Jeans saggin' down with the Michael Vick jersey
The white on whites from Uptown

Wife beater underneath
If it's totally necessary, some gold teeth, it's on you
Pull up to the club real slow, leanin' back on the cell
What the hell, these clowns is pointin' at?

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

Uhh, slide out slow
(Slow)
Argue on the phone glance at the chrome
(Yeah)
Hand on your waist just in case it's on
Fully prepared to go to war 'til the break of dawn

Slid a twenty to the bouncer, hold down the car
Rollin' up to rush into the bar
It's a simple recipe, I C E
S H I N E equals free P

Mad birds in the jump-off lookin' thirsty
Hot and broke, daddy have mercy
She want Prada, the pearl of drawers
The new Fendi mink so she can act stink

The camouflage Pumas with the crystal stripes
The Mr. Gatrak joints to keep her weave tight
One clown tried to throw your vibe off all night
Not knowin' that you 20 deep, and you aight

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

It's that, head-boppin', neck-jerkin'
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin'
Head-boppin', neck-jerkin'
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin'

Head-boppin', neck-jerkin'
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin'
Head-boppin', neck-jerkin'
Keep you on the block cold focused, straight workin'

Huh, waffle house, three-thirty
You ain't really hungry, you do it for the birdies
Fly pelican fly and they do it for you
Even though they always tell you what they not gon' do

You know the game, you a patient killer
Whisper sweet nothings, then switch gorilla
She wanna ride in the 6, pick CD's
'Cause it's lookin' so sick, with six TV's

While you leanin' back laughin', doin' twenty-five
Ridin' real slow that's how gangstas ride
You wanna bang her bang her bang her 'til you can't no more
Dream over, you're closin' the Bentley door, out

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

If you got the time then I've got the time
You clockin' G's
You're monopoly, and you property
Tell homes over there to step off
You clockin' G's

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Shut Up - Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Shut Up
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks, Matt Stagliano

Lyric:
I'm Jimmy Pop here in a jiffy heat me up and add oil
I'm like a zit, a wart, a corn, a cyst, a festering boil
I get under your skin and I sebaceously form
I'm as deep as the plot to an amateur gay porn
Keep ya hungry for more like Bangladesh
Then I'll borg di, borg do, borg ya like the Swedish Chef
'Cause I'm one of a kind and kind of hard to find
Kind of like an Injun without his fire water wine

I'm like Schneider one day at a time
I'm feeling like Bob Vila nailing up your behind
To my wall like Daniel son does
I'm waxing on, I'm waxing off, I'm waxing just because
I get wired like a Western Union and I got to be me
And I got more balls than the daily lottery
Like hemorrhoidal itch yo you can't ignore me
'Cause I'm more tongue and cheek than a lesbo orgy

And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me

Second verse is different from the first
I'm Jimmy Pop I am
Jimmity Jimmity Pop I am, I am
See my name's not Hoover and I don't give a damn
And I got a different angle like a parallelogram
And you'll be all ears like a field of corn
I'll make you dizzy like Gillespie as I toot my own horn
Like a number two pencil I always got a point
You'll want to share it with friends like a poorly rolled joint

I'm Jimmy Pop y'all, I'm Jimmy Pop y'all
I'm an Alka Seltzer that's right you're a seagull
As I continue to expand your head is gonna burst
Leave a bad taste in your mouth like moldy liverwurst
Like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I'll get in your face
But then I'll brush you off like aqua fresh toothpaste
'Cause I'm letting off steam like a Chinese Laundromat
But I'm not a roll of charmin' so don't give me no crap

And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me

I hate a lot of whites and I hate a lot of blacks
I hate poopin' in public places but we all hate that
I hate lesbian feminists because they're all so damn ugly
I hate Spin Magazine 'cause they never ever plug me
I hate Regis and Kathie Lee
I hate every single movie by that midget Spike Lee
I hate people that think I care what they think
I hate people that think their ass don't stink
I hate Jon Bon Jovi but I hate his music more
I hate killing people because I hate to keep score
I hate you but you hate yourself too
I hate to be honest but I'd hate to be you

And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
'Cause' I don't like you 'cause you're not like me

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Life We Chose - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Life We Chose
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Leshawn Lewis, Fred Wesley Jr, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
To my niggaz huh, we all we got
Let's hold it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo, but yo
This life is the only life I know

Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine

Closets, full of rockets and submachines
Take this nigga out the projects and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast

Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin'
'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
They never know we enemies until they hear me say it

Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it"
Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence

It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin' out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles

Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin' with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck
And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?

What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?

What's trust, when they separate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'?

What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire

But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
Till you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you

Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein' grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs?

Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse
When he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison

Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin' older player, look at those who gave up

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Life We Chose(Part 2) - Lyrics - Nas

Title: Life We Chose(Part 2)
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Leshawn Lewis, Fred Wesley Jr, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
To my niggaz huh, we all we got
Let's hold it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo, but yo
This life is the only life I know

Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine

Closets, full of rockets and submachines
Take this nigga out the projects and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast

Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin'
'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
They never know we enemies until they hear me say it

Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it"
Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence

It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin' out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles

Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin' with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck
And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?

What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?

What's trust, when they separate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'?

What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire

But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
Till you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you

Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein' grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs?

Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse
When he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison

Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin' older player, look at those who gave up

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

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