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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Slash Your Tires - Lyrics - Luna

Title: Slash Your Tires
Artist: Luna
Composer(s): Dean Wareham

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Lyric:
No point in screaming
'Cause I'm only dreaming
That you came to pieces
And I came in peace

You're always loaded
Your life has imploded
Nine weeks of hell, man
But I'm feeling swell

And in my dreams I slash your tires
And in my dreams I set these fires
And all your fears, it's nothing new
And all your tears, they won't help you

You're always posing
And I was imposing
But I turned the tables
And I'm feeling fine

You're always loaded
Your life has imploded
Nine weeks of hell, man
But I'm feeling swell

In my dreams I slash your tires
And in my dreams I set these fires
And all your fears, it's nothing new
And all your tears, they won't help you

And all your fears, it's nothing new
And all your tears, they won't help you

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Banditos - Lyrics - The Refreshments

Title: Banditos
Artist: The Refreshments
Composer(s): Brian Blush, Roger Clyne, Paul H. Naffah, Arthur Buddy Edwards

Lyric:
So just how far down do you want to go
And we can talk it out over a cup of Joe
And you can look deep into my eyes
Like I was a super-model

Well it's just you and me baby
No one else we can trust
We'll say nothin' to no one
No how or we'll bust
Never crack a smile or flinch or cry
For nobody

So give you I'd card to the border guard
Your alias says you captain John Luke Picard
Of the united federation of planets
'Cause they won't speak English any ways

Everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We'll divvy up there

Yeah, everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol so I get the pesos
Yeah that seems fair

So put the sugar in the tank of the sheriff's car
We'll slash the deputy's tires
They won't get very far
When they finally get the word
That there's been a hold-up

So give you I'd card to the border guard
Your alias says you captain John Luke Picard
Of the united federation of planets
'Cause they won't speak English any ways

Everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We'll divvy up there

And everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol so I get the pesos
Yeah that seems fair

And that seems fair
And that seems fair
And that seems fair, yeah yeah

So give you I'd card to the border guard
Your alias says you captain John Luke Picard
Of the united federation of planets
'Cause they won't speak English any ways

And everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
So meet me at the mission at midnight
We'll divvy up there

Well everybody knows
That the world is full of stupid people
Well I got the pistol so I get the pesos
Yeah that seems fair

And that seems fair
And that seems fair
Well that seems fair

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

On On On - Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

Title: On On On
Album: Even In Darkness
Artist: Dungeon Family
Composer(s): T Barnett, Willie Knighton, Andre Benjamin, E Johnson, David Sheats, Salvatore Bono, Cameron Gipp, Antwar Patton

Lyric:
The beat, goes, the beat-beat, goes
The beat, goes, the beat-beat, goes
The beat-beat, goes, the beat, goes
The beat, goes, and the beat, goes

Well, it's the dip monk [Incomprehensible] execute parachute
[Incomprehensible] this Gipp man, lovin' that orange brother
Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy
Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy

Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative
In ya [Incomprehensible] seat-painted we could settle it
DF the Family, below they still sellin' it
Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella

Black crow nest don't buck back
Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick
Another comin' for the Excaliber hit
That shit, who the next gon' dip with this?

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And the beat goes

In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin' over
Country clubs and verbals, you'll try to censor it and stop it
But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto
They tellin' lies to my fellow Americans

Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros
The Dungeon Family steady jammin' as the beat goes
We more familiar that the dirty ain't no equal
My name is B-I-G and I keep me two of street hoes

White Gutz, white wall tires, and white paint
With so much love why do we need hate?
'Cuz everybody plate ain't full, we got some empty plates
Gotta grind till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And the beat goes

Even when a G be bustin', ice-cold crushin'
Ladies be touchin' and the club be rushin'
For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter
T-Mo bustin' bullets 'cuz I'm more than just a rapper

Slash actor and producer on the news sir
Pimp or breeder, strong house leader
The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper
DF each a rider, like a wood driver

With 'em on the court I'm hittin' jumpers outside-a
Southwest rider, deep like a diver
Rich like Pryor
Ain't no higher

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

Witchdoctor come wit' it
I'm your words from your heart beat skip
Hit me, I'm workin' off my hip
And I keep a box of extra clips 'cuz haterism is a trip

And I come out the blue like a Crip
And believe me asses'll get whipped
Georgia's biggest mess
My new born gon' drink milk from his momma's breast

Fielders of this stress
It was the music that took you
Put you in a pot and cooked you
If this was [Incomprehensible] I'd cook you

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And the beat goes

It's so gritty
Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider
Southwest Alumini dwellin' in Decatur
Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato

I can't stand on purpose tellin' you didn't know yo' poppa
Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
We comin' up like escalators
And if you say you the best then we ten times greater

Candy-ass and seeds
Melt away like Now-and-Laters
Erase yo' data! With this nigga chaser
And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on

And the beat goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And the beat goes

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