Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for August, 2005

by Tha Alkaholiks
from the album Coast II Coast

Verse One: Tash

Caps get peeled rolling in my force field
Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that’s ill
So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin
I’m not your R&B singer, so ain’t no need for vocal coachin
Just a forty and a roach and I’ll admit you rock the units
While y’all niggaz couldn’t move me if you worked for Starvin Students
Downin all beer types, from St. Ide’s to Red Stripe (yipes!)
The menace stuffin mics down motherfuckers windpipes
Has returrrrned, to burrrrn, it’s time y’all niggaz learrrrrn
I neaturalize y’all niggaz like relaxer in a perm
with flows that go against the grain with a story so compellin
I should mind The People’s Court, snatch the mic from Doug Llewellyn
and host my own show, after Bill Cosby comes Ricooooo!
Transmitting live to all my black people
Catch my drift, I’m down with my nigga E-Swift
My name is Tash, I’m from the group that you don’t wanna fuck with
Never shy, sippin on some why ask why
Smokin thai with this bitch that’s more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with John Q so let me do my thiiing
while niggaz rock the play shit that they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to flip like a seal
Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is unreal
But all I do is chill and swing it when I bring it
Oh shit that’s my nigga show these niggaz how you figure

Verse Two: Q-Tip

I bring it to your chest pour all the way live
And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs
When we start rappin heads roll like Patton
With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks rhyme a lot
Yo I’m like Grimace when I’m on this rap scrimmage
ANd I got this magic wand to make your puny soul diminish
The Abstract delivers, I be the Queens nigga on point
Mary Jane ain’t nuttin but a joint
They called a nigga up to add a little bit of flavor
Now I’m cuttin and slashin like Luke’s light saber
Yeah, what? You trapped in the zone
Where MC’s get seared and all spots blown
And in this rap shit a nigga need to be thicky
I fuck with the crew who downs the deuce deuce Mickey’s
I’m from the rotten apple, y’all niggaz can’t grapple
And love to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle

[Pow, bust my liquid-ass style
Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child]

Verse Three: J-Ro

Yo put in the disc E
While I hit the whiskey
[Bust a rhyme off the head J]
The nigga missed me
I’m in this rap game so I’ma aim to be best
It’s fresh, but off the head it’s like the dunk contest
I don’t walk the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to sleep like an infant
The Likwit crew, comin like this on you
With that four minute Olde English piss on you
You’re bustin dumb raps off the cap, oh shit
But I got the pen and pad locked down like a pit
I let the, ink submerger, into the thin wood sheets
Beats make my head bop, so I’ma rock it for the streets
I fill all my days with big butts and boom
I let my pants hand cause my big nuts need room
I’m not old school, or new school, I’m modern school, I’m ditchin
When my girl starts bitchin I gets got like a kitchen
I fly down like the Chi-town wind
Cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
When, the saints come marchin in
I’ma roll right by em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck niggaz wanna box me down
Cause I got the ladies lookin like Foxy Brown
The Liks bring the beer Tip sticks it in your earholes
I drop the mic and strike the Heisman pose

Verse Four: King Tee

Hardcore G, I get hardcore man
From the underland a fuckin wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an isperential differential
Confidentially smashin instrumentals
On this tune I bring raps of doom to the mic
And put my rear shit in flight, peep
If the drunk funk don’t wanna hump in your trunk
Man you got some motherfuckin junk

by Blue
from the album One Love

I say Blue- you say what
Blue – what – Blue – what

I say Blue- you say what
Blue – what – Blue – what

If you think I got it all
By the way that I’m living
Fast money on a roll,
Then I think you be mistaken
If you think I have enough
Got more that I’m needing.
It’s not like that at all.
You don’t have to believe me.

If I’m not what you’re looking for
Please tell me and I will go
I’m not gonna waste your time
Please tell me if you wanna be mine

Got a shelf full of books – so?
Got a room full of clothes – so?
Got a house that I stay – so?
I ain’t got you.

Got a box full of shoes – so?
Got a brand new phone – so?
Got the studio booked – so?
I ain’t got you

Now you know what I’m about
And the streets that I come from
Unreasonable doubt.
Don’t tell me that you have none.

On top of the world.
Like nothing’s missing.
Never thought I needed a girl.
But then I found myself wishing.

If I’m not what you’re looking for
Please tell me and I will go
I’m not gonna waste your time
Please tell me if you wanna be mine

Got a shelf full of books – so?
Got a room full of clothes – so?
Got a house that I stay – so?
I ain’t got you.

Got a box full of shoes – so?
Got a brand new phone – so?
Got the studio booked – so?
I ain’t got you

I say Blue- you say what
Blue – what – Blue – what

I try every single day too
Get by every night I pray too
Survive everything I say and do

Got a shelf full of books – so?
Got a room full of clothes – so?
Got a house that I stay – so?
I ain’t got you.

Got a box full of shoes – so?
Got a brand new phone – so?
Got the studio booked – so?
I ain’t got you

I say Blue- you say what
Blue – what – Blue – what

by Alanis Morissette
from the album Jagged Little Pill

Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don’t want to dissect everything today
I don’t mean to pick you apart you see
But I can’t help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn’t there already
If only I could hunt the hunter

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I’m so relentless and all strung out
I’m consumed by the chill of solitary
I’m like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I’m frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker

And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature
What I wouldn’t give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldn’t give to meet a kindred
Enough about me, let’s talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let’s talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around…all around
Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?

Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you’re gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction
And all I need know is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer

All I really want is some peace man
a place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice…

by Ice Cube
from the album War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc

[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta’)
(Poppa Don)

[Ice Cube]
Check my blood pressure,
they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, I’m da bomb!
In the black Testerosa,
Sippin’ on Mimosa,
A bleedin’ ?nosa?
I’m in the West, we ain’t got the ?nego?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"Freeze" was the sound
I started lettin’ off rounds,
lay the whole fuckin’ room down
I don’t wanna see Your Honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana,
Smokin’ marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin’ static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin’ side,
world muthafuckin’ wide.

[Chorus]
Make yo’ hustle official,
And them niggaz that’s wit’ you,
gotta push tha issue,
on the fools that dis you,
whether pump or pistol,
when it’s up in yo’ gristle,
hand yo’ mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.

[hook] (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")

Can you dig her?
It’s the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit’ the triggas at yo’ dome,
we like to roam,
Through yo’ muthafuckin’ home like a comb
and find the money that’s gone
And we’ll take you, shake you,
break you, take two,
play you on wit’ the chrome,
nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I’m on yo’ hit list,
You niggaz miss,
tryin’ to turn my muthafuckin’ cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
hard to fear it,
‘Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
It’s the boss player,
never lost hair over assholes,
blast holes in you muthafuckin’ tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
nigga I’m a bullhog,
guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,
or killas on T.V. can see,
we got the real ones
So check yo’ muthafuckin CD-Rom
and your World Wide Web, dot com,
It’s the Don Mega!

[chorus]
[hook]

[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) [x3]
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)

[Ice Cube]
Ask About me [x2]

by Trina
from the album Diamond Princess

[trina:] i want my ass smaked
[luda:] legs wide
[trina:] front back
[luda:] side to side
[trina:] pussy wet
[luda:] slip n slide
[luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[trina:] ass smaked
[luda[ legs wide
[trina:] front back
[luda:] side to side
[trina:] pussy wet
[luda:] slip n slide
[luda:] yep everythin gon be alright

[TRINA]
wait bitch, imma blow my kisses,
get pist and throw my dishes,
yall niggas know jus who this is,
woo woo, and the head so vicious.

with me, this shit gon cost,
you short? then thas yo lost,
you know this ass is soft,
make a nigga goto breakin off.

tell me that you love me baby,
get hot and fuck me crazy,
get a towel and wipe me off,
you want a bitch wit no type of flaws.

my gurls be shoppin hard,
these hoes be buyin cars,
in the club buyin bars,
nipples hard its a sign of bras.

from the niggas who gettin cheese,
throw back in the crispy g’s,
more wet? crist dont freeze,
laugh at the tab, cause this on me.

me and luda in the cut supreme,
doin things jus to touch the cream,
so many names wana fuck the queen,
i live a life like its jus a dream.

[CHORUS]

[LUDA]
get it right beother, jump,
gimme the beat then imma make it bump,
tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam,
trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.

you aint seen no chicks like mine,
you aint seen no flicks like mine,
bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6×9’s.

tell me that you like it raw,
tell me that my dick is plump,
i might make you famous, and buy you watches by marice mc. craw

tell me if its new or old,
tell me if its hot or cold,
let me know if its black & bold,
say ludacris 6 million sold.

see i aint got no time for games,
and i aint got no times for lames,
how you lovin my souther slang,
ooo eee walla walla bing bang.

so anytime you need me call,
whether summer, spring, or fall,
it doesnt matter come one come all,
either get dropped or drop them draws.

[CHORUS]

[TRINA]
diamond, princess,
just mind, your buisness,
these rumors, are senseless,
your whispers, are endless.

we livin ghetto fab,
we spendin hella cash,
this girl is hella bad,
your choice is trailer trash.

too much, taste for whores,
you saw me grace, the stores,
your saw me work, the vibe
bitches, i works for mine.

one time, for these divas,
two times, for these visas,
third time i come im breezin,
the ice…just keeps on freezin.

hold up imma keep it goin,
back to back imma keep on goin,
platinum plaques, keepin it up,
wet sex, keepin it good.

look girl, you dont know my angle,
a hundred thou with a platinum bengal,
my niggas’ll slow your roll,
pussy power, we in control.

[CHORUS]

yea, thas right….im back again…round two mother fuckers. thas rite im
talkin greece. im a arrogant lil mother fucker huh? thas rite im rich, im
that bitch, thas rite. im about show yall how to pimp this shit. im fuckin
niggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, fuck that. fuck all yall haters,
fuck all yall bitches, get a life. you got too much time on your hands. i
want yall bitches to get a job, up your game. pimp your game up baby, its
all about me this time, fuck that. fuck a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.
catch me when i come off tour, fuck yall. im out.

by Boyzone
from the album By Request

African voices
Let’s not forget this place
Let’s not neglect the our race
Let unity become
Life on earth be one

So let me take your hand
We are but grains of sand
Born throught the winds of time
Given a special sign

So let’s take a stand
and look around us now, people
So let’s take a stand
and look around us now, people…

Eeyeah–oh, eayeh–oh, eayeh (and the world is turning)–oh, by–yah
To a different beat
Eayeh–oh, eayeh–oh, eayeh (and the world is turning)–oh, by yah
(to a different beat)

Humanity’s lost face
Let’s understand its grace
Each day one at a time
Each life including mine

So let’s take a stand
and look around us now, people oh, people oh people!

CHORUS

I’ve seen the rain, fall in Africa
I’ve touched to snow of Alaska
(Oh tell me now…)
I’ve felt the mists of Niagara
Now I believe…
In you..

repeat CHORUS twice

How far we’ve come
and how far to go
rain does not fall
on one roof alone..(to a different beat)..

by All Saints
from the album Saints & Sinners

C’mon on, c-c’mon
(Say what, say what)
Yo yo, there she go
Go girl with your fine ass

You keep askin’ for my time
You keep tellin’ me, that I’m fine!
Give me your number
I wont call!
Give me your pager too
Not at all will I call, not at all

I know that you want a piece of my ass,
Don’t you know that a guy like you wouldn’t last?

Not a player – don’t get paid!
I’ll leave you hangin’ (I’ll leave you handin’) for days
Don’t send me flowers, they wont do (no, no, no, no)
Don’t give me diamond rings, cos I’ll take them and call you a fool!

C’mon why you do me like that?
Cant you see that I wanna feel that?
C’mon why you do me like that?
Cant you see that I wanna feel that?

Why’s this fool all up in my ass?
Doesn’t he know I wont class my trash?
Why’s this fool all up in my ass?
Doesn’t he know that I got my own cash?

I know that you want a piece of my ass
Don’t you know that a guy like you wouldn’t last?
Look, don’t touch, you’re askin’ much!

Why’s this fool all up in my ass?
Doesn’t he know I wont class my trash?
Why’s this fool all up in my ass?
Doesn’t he know that I got my own cash?

Na na baby
Na na baby
Na na baby
You want what you cannot have

I know that you want a piece of my ass
Don’t you know that a guy like you wouldn’t last?
Look, don’t touch, you’re askin’ much!

I know that you want a piece of my ass
I’m all hooked up. You’re outta luck!
Don’t you know that a guy like you wouldn’t last?
Look, don’t touch, you’re askin’ much!

I know that you want a piece of my ass
I’m all hooked up. You’re outta luck!
Don’t you know that a guy like you wouldn’t last
Look, don’t touch, you’re askin much

by Moonspell
from the album Wolfheart

Mother Tongue speaks to Me
In the strongest way I’ve ever seen
I know that she sees in Me
Her proudest child, her purest breed

She speaks to Me in colours
That I can’t really understand
I only know that they are ours
And to those I’ll proudly bend

For I am your only child
And you my dearest mystery
From an ancient throne I defy the world
To kneel before the Power within.

For I am your only child
And you my dearest mystery
World can’t you see it?
Am I alone in my belief?

Virando costas ao Mundo
Orgulhosamente s&;s
Gloria Antiga, volta a nos!

ALMA MATER!

Breaking waves announce my Bride
It is the only way the Sea could sing
Legends of Lusitanian pride
He sings the words I cannot spring

At the Moon Mountain six wolves cry
Your lost glory we’ll regain or die

For I am her only child
And she is my dearest mystery
Pagan Gods in conspiracy
For the sword of Tyranny

Mother Tongue has spoke to thee
In the strongest way they’ve ever seen
World can’t you see ?
I am not alone in my belief.

ALMA MATER!

Virando costas ao Mundo
Orgulhosamente s&;s
Gloria Antiga, volta a nos!

ALMA MATER!

Mother Tongue has spoke to Me
In the strongest way I’ve ever seen
I know that she sees in Me
Her proudest child, her purest breed

She speaks to Me in colours
I can’t really understand
I only know that they are ours
and to those I’ll proudly bend

For I am her only child
And she is my dearest mystery
From an ancient throne I defy the world
To kneel before the powers within.

For I am her only child
And she is my dearest tragedy
World can’t you see it?
I am not alone in my belief.

Virando costas ao Mundo
Orgulhosamente s&;s

ALMA MATER!

by No Doubt
from the album No Doubt

Yeah yay oh
I’m hungry yeah
I said I’m starving yeah
I want some Pizza Coke and ice cream popcorn
cotton candy
Marshmallows milkshake and peanuts would be
so great
Pies chips candy apples Twinkies Frosted
Flakes
And donuts french fries and some chocolate
cake with mustard
Cookies avocados pancakes pineapple juice
Whipped cream on some raw meat
That’s not all I could…
Eat
I’m hungry
I want some food for my tum
I want some honey roasted walnuts pepperoni
slices
Pasta and burritos different kinds of rices
Cherries dipped in chocolate cottage cheese
and jelly
Colonel Sander’s chicken still won’t fill my
belly
Broccoli sticky syrup churros dipped in sauce
Drippy sloppy joes then I’m full at last
Oh oh oh oh oh oh I’m full at last
And I’m full at I’m really really full at
And I’m full at last
I’m full at I’m really really full at
I’m full at last
And I’m full at I’m really really full at
I’m full at last
Full
(BURP!)

by Boogie Down Productions
from the album N/A

I walked in the place very big space
Every kind of race dancin’ and niggas made chase
A very pretty face, feel the bass
Basses kick, flygirl jumps on my tip
The drink that I sip implies this it it
She looked to be about 26 I ain’t dizzy
It’s time to get busy!!
Welcome female is in my arms.
Overwhelmed by my playboy charms
We jumped in the ride rushed to the crib
I ain’t gotta explain what we did
Built to last I simply waxed that
Ax the question, no need for guessin’
Hey baby, how old are you?
21 24 maybe 22
I’m twenty five
She shucked and kinda neeghed
And said, "hee, hee, hee I’m only 13"
13!! I need a quick escape
That’s statutory rape
But she was GOOD!

Chorus:
GOOD!
(You should been there she was)
GOOD!
(Man that jail term won’t be)
GOOD!
(But she looked)
GOOD!
(Man her brothers will beat you )
GOOD!!
(Even if I get beat down it was still)
GOOD!!

The story gets better, This girl is kinda clever
She said, "I wanna be with you forever"
I said, "Forget it I need to get my life in order
You could almost be my daughter"
She started sighin’ and her sighin’ turns into cryin’
Her cryin’ turns into her replyin’
"Where’s the phone?. I think it’s time that I went home"
She called her pops and said, "Come get me I’m all alone
I’m sorry daddy I slept with an older man"
He said, "Don’t worry. The 45 is in my hand.
I’ll be there before you count to four."
One two three four
He’s at my door
She said, "See what you did you caused me all this grief.
Your goin’ to jail my daddy’s a police chief.
If I can’t have you no one will.
And I ain’t even on the pill."
But you was

Chorus: Repeat 6x
GOOD!!

Daddy walked in and the whole scene kinda changed
He grabbed his daughter and almost beat the girl insane
She’s cryin’ down the hall and now goin’ home
He closed the door and, "I’m happy we’re all alone
Jump on the bed and look me straight into my eyes
I think your kinda cute, don’t make me use my 45"
Daddy’s lookin’ for a lubricant
He pulled out a little piece of gum and started chemwin’ it
He said, "For year I’ve been lookin for a big strong man
I’ve got an apartment out in Brooklyn
Only my daughter and I live there
You can see my daughter anytime, anywhere
But it’s you that I want to be mine
The price tag is your behind
Don’t worry it’ll be

Chorus:

GOOD!!

The morale of this story?
There is no morale you finish the story for me
When your livin’ your life everyday in the hood
Wakin’ up in the mornin’ should feel

GOOD!