Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for March, 2008

by Linkin Park
from the album Reanimation

Whats up evich, glad you could keep me uhh detailed
Please enter your pa..
First message
Yo Mike, This is Chali 2na, whats up man?
I’m just trying to catch up witch ya so we can go on here
and get this song on the roll, pop a d…haha call me back

by Gamma Ray
from the album N/A

One time in life is all I need, to satisfy my senses
Delusions of reality are tearing your defenses

I never tried to catch the rainbow,
But in the end I have a dream…

All of the damned will be wearing the crown
It’s hard to believe as your world’s going down
You won’t understand why
They served you so well
You won’t understand
Why the hopeless are marching through hell

So all you see around you now
Is falling down defenseless
A free life is our only need, for life is only rented

I see a face on my mirror on the wall,
And I don’t know what it can be
I see a face inside the rainbow
At the end of the dream,
The face in the rainbow is me

All of the damned will be wearing the crown
It’s hard to believe as your world turns around
No, you won’t understand why
They served you so well
It’s hard to believe
While the hopeless are marching through hell

I never thought I catch the rainbow
But in the end it’s all a dream
I see a face in my mirror
At the end of the dream
The face in the mirror is me

‘Cause all of the damned
Will be wearing the crown
It’s hard to foresee
As the world turns around
No, you won’t understand why
They served you so well
It’s hard to believe
While the hopeless are marching through hell

by Boogie Down Productions
from the album N/A

La la-la la-la la-la la…la…la…la
La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la…la…la

Buck! Buck!

Chorus:

Wa da da dang
Wa da da da dang (Ay!)
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang
Wa da da da dang (Ay!)
This is KRS-One…

Verse 1:

Me knew a crack dealer by the name of Peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "Now what are you? Stupid?"
But he tried to play me out and KRS-One knew it
He reached for his pistol but it was just a waste
Cos my 9 millimeter was up against his face
He pulled his pistol anyway and I filled him full of lead
But just before he fell to the ground this is what I said…

Repeat chorus

La la-la la-la la-la la…la…la…la
La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la…la…la x2

Verse 2:

Seven days later I was chillin in the herb gate
But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate
Puffin sensemilla I heard "knock knock knock"
But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop
And if it were a customer they’d ask me for a nick
So suddenly I realized it had to be a trick
I dropped down to the floor and they did not waste no time
They shot right through the door so I had to go for mine
They pumped and shot again but the suckas kept on missin
Cos I was on the floor by now, I crawled into the kitchen
Thirty seconds later, boy, they bust the door down
The money and the sensemi’ was lyin all around
But just as they put their pistols down to take a cut
Me jumped out the kitchen, went "buck! buck! buck!"
They fall down to the floor but one was still alive
So I put my 9 millimeter right between his eyes
Looked at his potnah and both of them were dead
So just before he joined his potnah this is what I said…

Repeat chorus

La la-la la-la la-la la…la…la…la
La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la…la…la x2

Verse 3:

I gathered all the money and I ran up the block
I said "This is a perfect time to meet with Scott LaRock"
But Scott is either psychic or he has a knack for trouble
Cos Scott LaRock showed up in a all-black BMW
I jumped inside the car and we screeched off in a hurry
And Scott said "What is wrong? Relax, tell me the story"
I said "You remember Peter? Well his posse tried to kill me
I’m all right now because the sensemi’ fill me"
Scott just laughed, he said "I know they’re all dead
And just before you pulled the trigger this is what you said…"

Repeat chorus

La la-la la-la la-la la…la…la…la
La la-la la-la la-la la..la..la…la…la x2

by Alanis Morissette
from the album Under Rug Swept

I am a man as a man I’ve been told
Bacon is brought to the house in this mold
Born of your bellies I yearn for the cord
Years I have groveled repentance ignored

And I have been blamed
And I have repented
I’m working my way toward our union mended

I am man who has grown from a son
Been crucified by enraged women
I am son who was raised by such men
I’m often reminded of the fools I’m among

And I have been shamed
And I have relented
I’m working my way toward our union mended
And I have been shamed
And I have repented
I’m working my way toward our union mended

we don’t fare well with endless reprimands
we don’t do well with a life served as a sentence
this won’t work well if you’re hell bent on your offence
I am a man who understands your resistance

I am a man who still does what he can
to dispel our archaic reputation
I am a man who has heard all he can
cuz I don’t fare well with endless punishment

Cuz I have been blamed and I have repented
I’m working my way toward our union mended
And we have been blamed and we have repented
I’m working my way toward our union mended

by Tha Alkaholiks
from the album Likwidation

*phone rings three times*
Congratulations, you’re the 20th caller!

Huh? Yo man, I don’t wanna be the 20th caller man
I wanna hear Tha Alkaholiks, damnit!
Man y’all don’t never play Tha Liks yo!
Y’all play the same damn songs, every damn day
Man, them Liks is dopest niggaz on the West coast man
C’mon bring it bring it!
I bet you if KDAY was still around nigga they’d play them niggaz
C’mon man, play that shit, play that shit, play it!!!

by Drunken Master
from the album FUBU Presents… The Goodlife Album

{Record Stratching}
Alright now here we go

[Drunken Master]
Fifty niggaz
Fifty niggaz deep
We fifty niggaz deep
We fifty we fifty niggaz deep
We fifty niggaz deep
I’m nifty-nifty niggaz
I’m fifty niggaz deep
Fifty niggaz deep
I’m fifty niggaz deep
You fifty niggaz deep
You fifty I’m fifty niggaz deep
Fifty niggaz deep
I’m fifty niggaz deep
I’m fifty I’m fifty niggaz deep
Fifty niggaz I’m fifty niggaz deep

[Drunken Master]
Verse 1:
Yo, I roll wit’ nothin’ but them real niggaz (One),
hard to kill niggaz (Two)
Quick-to-grab-the-steel niggaz, (Three)
soldier in the feel niggaz (Four)
Hard to find niggaz, (Five)
out there on the grind niggaz (Six)
Quick to put the nine to the spine of them out of line niggaz (Seven)
Thug niggaz, (Eight)
a slug to your mug niggaz (Nine)
Drug niggaz, (Ten)
ski mask and bloody glove niggaz (Eleven)
Triple-beam niggaz, (Twelve)
schemin’ for the C.R.E.A.M. niggaz (Thirteen)
Them mean niggaz, (Fourteen)
them million-dollar dream niggaz ("Fifteen.")
Made niggaz, (Sixteen)
them neva-be-a-slave niggas (Seventeen)
Out-here-gettin’-paid niggaz, (Eighteen)
cradle to the brave niggaz (Nineteen)
Them drunk niggaz, (Twenty)
them fat blunts of skunk niggaz (Twenty-one)
Quick-to-pop-the-trunk niggaz, (Twenty-two)
ready-for-the-funk niggas (Twenty-three)
Wild niggaz, (Twenty-four)
them crazy Drunkenstyle niggaz (Twenty-five)
Loud niggaz, (Twenty-six)
Belle Isle to Seven Mile niggaz (Twenty-seven)
Crip and Blood niggaz, (Twenty-eight)
clownin’ in the club niggaz (Twenty-nine)
Show me love niggaz, (Thirty)
five on the bud niggaz (Thirty-one)
Deep in the game niggaz, (Thirty-two)
out there slangin’ cane niggaz (Thirty-three)
Them main niggaz, (Thirty-four)
them ‘Money Ain’t A Thang’ niggaz (Thirty-five)
Them raw niggaz, (Thirty-six)
them ball ’til they fall niggaz (Thirty-seven)
Them pullin’ pistols in the middle of the brawl niggaz (Thirty-eight)
Them cheddar chase niggaz, (Thirty-nine)
ridin’-on-these-fake niggaz (Forty)
Them shady niggas, (Forty-one)
Rolex and Mercedes niggaz (Forty-two)
Them rida niggaz, (Forty-three)
Them ‘money on my mind’ niggaz (Forty-four)
Violate-mine-and-I’ma-gon’-pop-you-wit’-this-nine niggaz (Forty-five)
On the block niggaz, (Forty-six)
sittin’ in the spot niggaz (Forty-seven)
Throw-away glock wit’ a pocket full of rocks niggaz (Forty-eight)
Four-eleven Smith niggaz, (Forty-nine)
niggaz in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these niggaz up, I’m fifty niggaz deep

[Lola Damoan]
Verse 2:
Yo, I roll wit’ nothin’ but them pretty bitches (One),
Witty bitches (Two)
Them neva-actin’-shitty bitches, (Three)
tattoo on the titty bitches (Four)
Fine bitches, (Five)
them always on my mind bitches (Six)
You-got-the-money, you know I got time bitches (Seven)
Them slick bitches, (Eight)
ain’t-scared-to-suck-a-dick bitches (Nine)
Them rich bitches, (Ten)
them ‘who you callin’ bitch?’ bitches (Eleven)
Quick to blast bitches, (Twelve)
all about the cash bitches (Thirteen)
Hittin-yo-stash-and-give-it-to-Drunken-Mast bitches (Fourteen)
Live bitches, (Fifteen)
them fuck-you-in-your-ride bitches (Sixteen)
Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin’-side bitches (Seventeen)
Freak bitches, (Eighteen)
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches (Nineteen)
Them call me Daddy when I’m ballin’ through the streets bitches (Twenty)
Them pretty nail bitches, (Twenty-one)
bail-me-outta-jail bitches (Twenty-two)
Keepin-you-focused-while-I’m-tryin’-to-get-this-mail bitches (Twenty-three)
Cheddar Chase bitches, (Twenty-four)
them never actin’ fake bitches. (Twenty-five)
Quick-to-put-they-foot-up-the-ass-of-them-out-of-place bitches (Twenty-six)
Them blaze a sack bitches, (Twenty-seven)
meet-me-on-the-’Lac bitches (Twenty-eight)
Them pack-the-gat bitches, (Twenty-nine)
always got yo’ back bitches (Thirty)
Classy bitches, (Thirty-one)
sexy when they sassy bitches (Thirty-two)
‘Call me Janet, Miss Jackson if ya nasty’ bitches (Thirty-three)
Out of town bitches, (Thirty-four)
help me put it down bitches (Thirty-five)
Hangin’ ’round, give you pussy by the pound bitches (Thirty-six)
Them do-it-all bitches, (Thirty-seven)
keep you standin’ tall bitches (Thirty-eight)
‘You say you ballin’, Well meet me at the mall’ bitches (Thirty-nine)
On-the-grind bitches, (Forty)
nickel-plated nine bitches (Forty-one)
‘Press rewind if the pussy don’t blow ya mind’ bitches (Forty-two)
Neat bitches, (Forty-three)
them Presidential Suite bitches (Forty-four)
Expitidions and the Navigator Jeep bitches (Forty-five)
Them double-team bitches, (Forty-six)
fuck you ’til you scream bitches (Forty-seven)
Menage a trois like it’s a mothafuckin’ dream bitches (Forty-eight)
Scandelous bitches, (Forty-nine)
them bitches in the streets (Fifty)
Now add these bitches up,
I’m fifty, I’m fifty bitches deep

[Drunken Master]
Drunken Master comin’ through with an ill crew.
We fifty niggaz deep and we growin’ like mildew.
[Lola Damoan]
Lola Damoan comin’ through with an ill crew
We Fifty bitches deep and we grownin’ like mildew

[Drunken Master talking]
"I’ll tell you what.
Why don’t you and your bitches get wit’ me and my niggaz
and we can set this mothafucka off Drunkenstyle.
Feel me?"

by Murderdolls
from the album Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls

In 197666 I was born a bastard and a son of a bitch
And I’m sick, sick motherfucker sick

In 197666 I nailed a G.I. Joe to a crucifix
And I’m sick, sick motherfucker sick
[pre-chorus]
I don’t wanna commit suicide
I just wanna commit a homicide
Oh yeah, that’s what I am
[chorus]
76 born a son of a bitch
76 born a son of a bitch
Oh yeah, that’s what I am
In 197666 I had a porno mag inside my crib
And I’m sick, sick motherfucker sick

In 197666 I killed an animal rights activist
Because animals ain’t go no rights that’s right
[pre-chorus, chorus]

by Tha Alkaholiks
from the album Likwidation

[Swift] Aiyyo man
[J-Ro] Ay, what time we get out this motherfucker?
[Swift] Hey man, let me get a cigarette
[?] Homey, yeah you was drunk
[Swift] You don’t hear me cat? Hello? Let me get a cigarette

[meeting organizer]
*tapping stick on podium*
Well hold up hold hold hold hold up peace hold up hold up
Quiet the fuck on up!
Hold on quiet up!
We got, we came here to day, to get the AA program started
*booing, catcalls*
Now I don’t know, if y’all know that y’all don’t know that
I’m posed to be here, BUT, we got a twelve step program
that’s gon’ get y’all on the right trails

[J-Ro] The right what?
[man] The right trails
[J-Ro] What time we get out this motherfucker man?
[man] Man you get out as soon as you answer my questions
I got twelve questions, and we only on question number one
You got ta admit that you a drunk, and you all
gotta say it in harmonism
[J-Ro] Harmoo say what? *laughter*
*tapping on podium*
[man] I need erybody, in here, to come together, in harmonism
and say I’m a alkaholik
A Alkaholik, nigga you know what I’m sayin!
You the one with the drink in your back pocket and your front pocket
On three, I need everybody to say
I’ma Alkaholik
One, two, trey niggaz!
"I’m an Alkaholik"
Now y’all motherfuckers can leave, get the fuck outta here!

by Goo Goo Dolls
from the album N/A

Everytime you point your finger
Three more point right back at you
I’m not sayin’ that it’s something wrong with life
‘Cause that’s a sad excuse

And age old game of rat and mouse
Chasin’ us from house to house
I’m not sayin’ that there’s something wrong with you
It’s wrong with me as well

Are you alive
Amigone (…Miracles gone wrong)
Is it to call and tell you to be strong
Are you alive
Amigone (…Miracles gone wrong)
Was the poison in our love there all along
Amigone

Heavenly intoxication
Love’s been marred by medication
Ain’t it funny how a life can take a turn
When the end is near

Are you alive
Amigone (…Miracles gone wrong)
Is it too late to call and tell you to be strong
Are you alive
Amigone (…Miracles gone wrong)
Is it too late to face the truth that it was wrong
Amigone

I’m not sayin’ that it’s something
I’m not gonna play along
I’m not wishin’ for a miracle
That miracle’s gone wrong
And you’re too strong

Amigone (…Miracles gone wrong)
Is it too late to call and tell you to be strong
Are you alive
Amigone (…It’s there all along)
Was the poison in our love there all along
Are you alive
Amigone (…Miracles gone wrong)
Is it too late to call and tell you to be strong
Are you alive
Amigone (…It’s there all along)
Was the poison in our love there all along

by R.E.M.
from the album Reckoning

Looking at your watch a third time waiting in the station for a bus
Going to a place that’s far, so far away and if that’s not enough
Going where nobody says hello, they don’t talk to anybody they don’t know
You’ll wind up in some factory that’s full time filth and nowhere left to go
Walk home to an empty house, sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You’ll be coming back before too long

Don’t go back to Rockville
And waste another year

At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
I don’t care if you’re not here with me
‘Cause it’s so much easier to handle
All my problems if I’m too far out to sea
But something better happen soon
Or it’s gonna be too late to bring you back

It’s not as though I really need you
If you were here I’d only bleed you
But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down and
That’s not how it ought to be
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You’ll be coming back before too long