Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for June, 2006

by Rolling Stones
from the album Goats Head Soup

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can’t say we never tried
Angie, you’re beautiful, but ain’t it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don’t you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain’t it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev’rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain’t a woman that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain’t it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can’t say we never tried

by Janet Jackson
from the album The Velvet Rope

Anything Janet Jackson
Hold me
Kiss me
Show me
You wanna be with me
Feel me
Taste me
And maybe I’ll let you have me
And when you do convince me
You can’t turn back
I’ll be your best
You know that good things don’t come easy
Hold me (so r you ready)
Kiss me (to journey)
Show me
Feel me (I’ll satisfy you)
Taste me (I will do anything)
Have me (you ask me to)
Ask me (anything)
Anything
When you do convince me
You can’t turn back
I’ll be your best
You know good things don’t come easy
Hold me (so r you ready)
Kiss me (to journey)
Show me (to anywhere)
Feel me (I’ll satisfy you)
Taste me (I will do anything)
Have me (you ask me to)
Ask me (anything)
With me (anything)
Hold me (so r you ready)
Kiss me (to journey)
Show me (With in me)
Feel me (I’ll satisfy you)
Taste me (I will do anything)
Have me (you ask me to)
Ask me (anything)
With me (anything)
Anything for you
Giggles
When you do convince me
You can’t turn back
I’ll be your best
You know good things don’t come easy
Hold me (so r you ready)
Kiss me (to journey)
Show me (to anywhere)
Feel me (I’ll satisfy you)
Taste me (I will do anything)
Have me (you ask me to)
Ask me (anything)
With me (anything)

by Bee Gees
from the album Main Course

Here am I one sad and lonely guy,
one shadow of the man I used to be.

Now it’s past, the love I thought would last;
you thought I had you chained,
and now you’re free.

I know it’s wrong but I’m still holding on,
still praying you will soon come back to me.

But then you go, you let your feelings show;
you said I gave you pain, and now I see.

But baby, as you turn away
I will always think of what we had together.

Baby, this is just your way of breaking my heart.

And it’s easier to say goodbye,
making me fall, making me try, try to make
you stay as you turn away.

Now you’re gone, this road I walk upon is just
another place where I can hide.

I’m still your man, there’s proof of who I am;
except without your love I’m dead inside.

But baby, as you turn away
I will always think of what we had together.

Baby, this is just your way of breaking my heart.

And it’s easier to say goodbye,
making me fall, watching me try, try to make
you stay as you turn away.

by Lil’ Bow Wow
from the album Doggy Bag

All I know, is when I’m with you
You make me feel so good, through & through
The way you walk & the way you talk
You know you look so good, you make me forget about (all I know)

I been looking for you girl for a minute now
The way you ?? how you puts it down
See this dog just don’t bark easy
You gotta be off the heazy, fa sheezy
Make young weezy wanna get w/ it
And lock down all yo digits, talk to you for hours at a time
About whatever comes across ya mind
When we out, girls run up, you don’t even trip
You get a kick out of watchin’ ‘em flip
I wanna live for ya slim, I ain’t never been like this
But it’s cool cuz I like this
Got you a two way so you don’t miss a beat
For the times that I’m workin’ and I cannot speak
All my homies tease me say you got me sprung
But they just mad cuz they ain’t got one

All I know, is when I’m with you
You make me feel so good, through & through
The way you walk & the way you talk
You know you look so good, you make me forget about (all I know)

My lil’ homie, my road dog
We really kill ‘em when we step through the mall lookin just alike
Both got cornrows, two bags each
Both so fresh from our head to our feet
Only disagree when we talk ball play
I say I.V. you say M.J.
You say you w/ me that’s when you’re mistaken
I ain’t Omar Epps & you ain’t Sanaa Lathan
How do you? Let’s find another subject
A girl that understands, you gotta love that
A yound Sergio Valente, Louis Vutonne
?? rockin’ and like to have fun
Fresher than the next chick
No need for you to ever sweat the next chick
Indeed, I’ll make the next chick see the exit w/ speed
Cuz you’re the only thing that I need

All I know, is when I’m with you
You make me feel so good, through & through
The way you walk & the way you talk
You know you look so good, you make me forget about (all I know)

[Bridge 2x]
Shorty, do you really, really love me?
Shorty, do you really, really care?
Shorty, do you really, really need me?
Cuz if so I’ma be right here

All I know, is when I’m with you
You make me feel so good, through & through
The way you walk & the way you talk
You know you look so good, you make me forget about (all I know)

by Lil’ Flip
from the album Undaground Legend

[Lil'Flip]

Lil’ Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil’ Flip #2"
I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I’m shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like US
So hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while!
And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg
I’m shoppin with them, Cause I ain’t trickin for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid
Summer time, I’m on dubs, Winter time, I’m on blades
My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain’t even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while!
Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don’t work you don’t eat, that’s a known fact
I just don’t rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!

[Chorus x1]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y’all never goin be!
We makin money y’all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I’m still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while!
Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I’m probably blowin Hydro
So don’t blow my high, just leave me alone!
Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
Call me ‘Afroman’ when my hair ain’t braided
I got 20 tatoo’s but I’m still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while!
And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, Cause I’ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I’m still Lil’Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while!
When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK
I’m choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I’m sittin on Twenty’s, but I’m twenty-one
I’m ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
Cause you ain’t sellin records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!

[Chorus x2]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y’all never goin be!
We makin money y’all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

by Tha Alkaholiks
from the album X.O. Experience

[J-Ro]
Yaa
Yeah
It’s the return of three drunk mothafuckas
Huh, yeah
It’s Tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaclucka
Uh-uh
What?

[Verse 1: J-Ro]
I’m sick like a sore throat swallow
Drunk act to follow
I’ll make the whole bottle hollow (What a ride)
Rollin’ wit’ a open container
And one in the chamber
Ten Likwit CD’s in the changer
Bettin’ wages on the Lakers
Yo’ squad is in danger
Hoes go two ways these days like my pager
Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro
Oh, you didn’t know? (No)
Well, fuck you then!
I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats
Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats
Got more ? than biceps, relax
Pure hoes jockin’ in the studio flats
When I’m in the house, take off the wave cap for hats
Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat
Raised in the valley of the shadow of death
So I fear none, time to ?

[Chorus]
We are Tha Alkaholiks
It’s last call, can we get anotha round?
We are Tha Alkaholiks
And I know ya like the way it’s goin’ down

[Verse 2: Tash]
So all the ladies to the Limo
It’s Tha Alkaholik car pool
Lyrics bang from thirty feet
To blow y’all niggas off your bar stool
We back, to wet’cha
The flawless, the wallus
Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks

[Tha Liks]
We the same three niggas that be makin’ the noise
Doin’ donuts in Ferrari’s, like some drunk hot boys

Do or die fool
Straight from the home of where we spark from
Where the weed’ll leave ya dizzy
Like a tranquelizer dart gun
The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown
Well, I made a million dollars off this shit I penciled down
Flashy Tashy, be gunnin’ from the worsest alliance
And when I die, I’ma donate all my verses to science
Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lonesark
You be ridin’ niggas dick, that’s why you never make your own mark
I’m sober and justice, why this is my year
Screamin’ "Party over here, fuck y’all over there!"
(Party over here, fuck y’all over there!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: J-Ro]
King Tee started it off, and then came Tha Liks
Then Xzibit added hot done proda to the mix
Then Defari, "Hey you!"
Comin’ through, Likwit Crew
And ? gets the broom, who can sin it?
Who can sin it?
Twisted and been it
But if the funk ain’t in it
My DJ always submitted to spin it
If I said that I meant it
Don’t get’cha mouth pin it in ?
We feelin’ with a penny, represent it

[Verse 4: Tash]
If it don’t say Likwit, then you won’t get bent
Aiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkward
Got niggas in the hood, livin’ next to their doctor
I’m a rowdy, mic-rocker, since the age of twenty-two
In the video, flossin’, like "This could be you"
Likwit Crew, do it up, ’til the wheels fall off
Unlike these other niggas, that had it and lost it
We stayed in the game, stayed hot
Turned up the flame
"Y’all know the name"

[Chorus 2x]

by Bon Jovi
from the album Crossroad

This romeo is bleeding
But you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up

It’s been raining since you left me
Now I’m drowning in the flood
You see I’ve always been a fighter
But without you I give up

Now I can’t sing a love song
Like the way it’s meant to be
Well, I guess I’m not that good anymore
But baby, that’s just me

And I will love you, baby – Always
And I’ll be there forever and a day – Always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you – Always

Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I’d give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man

When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you’ve been needing to hear
I’ll wish I was him ’cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time

Yeah, I will love you baby – Always
And I’ll be there forever and a day – Always

If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There’s no price I won’t pay
To say these words to you

Well, there ain’t no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We’ll find a place where the sun still shines

And I will love you, baby – Always
And I’ll be there forever and a day – Always
I’ll be there till the stars don’t shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don’t rhyme
And I know when I die, you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you – Always

by Weird Al Yankovic
from the album N/A

Met this pretty young stewardess on a non-stop flight
She showed me to my seat and it was love at first sight
Now lately I’ve been flying to all kinds of places
That I never really wanted to go
‘Cause I’ll do anything just to spend a little time
With the sutest flight attendant I know

You set my ever-lovin’ heart on fire, Airline Amy
Tell me I’m your favorite frequent flyer, Airline Amy
Found a little piece of heaven on a 747
And no one else can take me higher than Airline Amy

Every one of our dates is at thirty thousand feet
She always points out the exits to me, she’s so sweet
You know she gets me my headphones for free
Refills my coffee cup whenevr I ask
And you gotta admit my baby looks pretty hot
When she’s wearin’ that oxygen mask

Well well, you set my ever-lovin’ heart on fire, Airline Amy
Tell me I’m your favorite frequent flyer, Airline Amy
Found a little piece of heaven on a 747
And no one else can take me higher than Airline Amy

Amy, darlin’, don’t you know you really drive me nuts
Every time you’re handing out those honey roasted peanuts
Airline Amy, this is my new mission
Gotta get you in an upright locked position

Oh yeah, you set my ever-lovin’ heart on fire, Airline Amy
Tell me I’m your favorite frequent flyer, Airline Amy
Found a little piece of heaven on a 747
And no one else can take me higher than Airline Amy
Yeah yeah, you set my ever-lovin’ heart on fire, Airline Amy
You’re the only woman I desire, Airline Amy Found a little piece of heaven on a 747
And no one else can take me higher
No one else can take me higher
And no one else can take me higher than Airline Amy

by Common Sense
from the album Resurrection

*Common’s answering machine beeps*
Say brotha
If you ever let me leave out a club
with a big fat ass, stove-like bitch
like that without point out the facts,
I’ma kick your motherfuckin ass.
Man that nerve of the hoe not to give me no pussy.
Come up in my house tryin to watch movies and shit.
This ain’t no motherfuckin cinema, BITCH!
Who the fuck she thought I…
Say brotha, I wasted a evening
I shoulda went witcha, but ohh well
You know I gets my pussy anyway, you know
That’s how playaz do
But gahd-damnit Rashan
That big ass bitch *cracks up*
If you’da said to spread on that hoe
Man I could kick my own ass
Well, should go to work
Just another wasted nite
And ohhhh, ohhhh
Heyyy, heyyy, what can you say

by Slayer
from the album Divine Intervention

Driving compulsion morbid thoughts come to mind
Sexual release buried deep inside
Complete control of a prized possession
To touch and fondle with no objection
Lonely souls an emptiness fullfilled
Physical pleasure and addictive thrill
An object of perverted reality
An obsession beyond your wildest dreams

Death loves final embrace
Your cool tenderness
Memories keep love alive
Memories will never die

The excitement of dissection is sweet
My skin crawls with orgasmic speed
A lifeless object for my subjection
An obsession beyond your imagination
Primitive instinct a passion for flesh
Primal feeding on the multitudes of death
Sadistic acts a love so true
Absorbingly masticating a part of you

Death loves final embrace
Your cool tenderness
Memories keep love alive
Memories will never die

I need a freind
Please be my companion
I don’t want to be
Left alone with my sanity

Erotic sensations tingle my spine
A dead body lying next to mine
Smooth blue black lips
I start salivating as we kiss
Mine forever this sweet death
I cannot forget your soft breaths
Panting excitedly with my hands around your neck

Shades are drawn
No one can see
What I’ve done
What’s become of me
Here I stand
Above all that’s been true
How I love
How I love to kill you