Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for November, 2008

by Mariah Carey
from the album

(Do do doop)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop dum)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop dum)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)

We were as one, babe
For a moment in time
And it seemed everlasting
That you would always be mine
Now you want to be free
So I’ll let you fly
‘Cause I know in my heart, babe
Our love will never die
No

You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy, don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh darling, ’cause you’ll always be my baby
And we’ll linger on
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way you’re never gonna shake me
Ooh darling, ’cause you’ll always be my baby

(Do do doop)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop dum)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)

I ain’t gonna cry, no
And I won’t beg you to stay
If you’re determined to leave boy
I will not stand in your way
But inevitably, you’ll be back again
‘Cause you know in your heart, babe
Our love will never end
No

You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy, don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh darling, ’cause you’ll always be my baby
And we’ll linger on
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way you’re never gonna shake me
Ooh darling, ’cause you’ll always be my baby

I know that you’ll be back, boy
When your days and your nights get a little bit colder
I know that you’ll be right back, baby
Oh baby, believe me
It’s only a matter of time
Time

You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy, don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh darling, ’cause you’ll always be my baby
And we’ll linger on
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way you’re never gonna shake me
Ooh darling, ’cause you’ll always be my baby

You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy, don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh darling, ’cause you’ll always be my baby
And we’ll linger on
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way you’re never gonna shake me
Ooh darling, ’cause you’ll always be my baby

(Do do doop)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop dum)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)
(Do do doop dum)
(Do do doop do doop da dum)

by Guns n’ roses
from the album The Spaghetti Incident

Ain’t it fun when you’re always on the run
Ain’t it fun when your friends despise what you become
Ain’t it fun when you get so high, well that you, you just can’t come
Ain’t it fun when you know that you’re gonna die young

It’s such fun, good fun, such fun, such fun, aah such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun, such fun, such fun

Ain’t it fun when you taking care of number one
Ain’t it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun
Ain’t it fun when you just can’t seem to find your tongue
Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It’s such fun

Well, so you come up to me and spit right in my face
I didn’t even feel it, it was such a disgrace
I punched my fist right through the glass
i didn’t even feel it, it happened so fast
Such fun, such fun, such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun, such fun, such fun

Ain’t it fun when you tell her she’s just a cunt
Ain’t it fun when she splits you and leaves you on a bum
Well, ain’t it fun when you broken up every band that you’ve ever begun
Ain’t it fun when you know that you’re gonna die young

It’s such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun

by Big L
from the album Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous

[Big L]
Yo once again it’s the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots
So don’t step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo’ size too
I was taught wise, I’m known to extort guys
This ain’t Cali, it’s Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit ain’t even go wood
I’m not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me being a virgin, that’s idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it
Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G’s
and I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese

Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or I’ma have your family dressed in all black

[Big L]
I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
or catch a buck shot to your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn
I’m catchin bodies like a villain’s supposed to
And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too
So don’t try to test me, cause I can’t stand test-es
Fuck around, I’ll introduce you to your ancestors
Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal
but man you’ve been rappin for years now
and ain’t made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
In the shower’s the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
I’m puttin motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe

Chorus 2X

[Big L]
Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats
And I’m known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I’m quick to put a slug in a fag brain
I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch AIDS, then I’ma start rapin bitches
I’m all about makin papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did
My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fifty G’s is what the creep stole; so the next day
knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole
That’s the type of shit I’m on, word is bond
Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn’
You know my style I’m wild, comin straight out of Harlem pal
It’s Big L, the motherfuckin Problem Child

Chorus 2X

[Big L]
This goes out to all y’all bitch-ass niggaz
So if your mother ain’t ready for a funeral, don’t FUCK with me
Cause I know a good way to get your family together
and I ain’t talkin bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I’m bout to sign out, but before I go
I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are
And all y’all niggaz talkin that gun shit
and won’t bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk!
Word, I’m bout to get up out of here
Yo I’m out B, yo peace man
I gotta get this money
So all y’all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready
Hahahaha!

by Dashboard Confessional
from the album Drowning EP

I’m not sure of anyone, anyone
But I’ve got plans
I’m not asking for everything but sure I could use a hand

Get a little anxious
Sometimes you’ll be gone and I’ll be left behind
Get a little nervous
Sometimes it’ll remind you and I’ll forget my line
Get a little lost look
And some staring from the corner of my eye
Never really mastered this interest

I can’t see how
The way that you leave me alone makes us close
I must be out of touch
I won’t ask you
To give up on the things that seem to keep you gone
But I can be gone too

Feel a little sorry
Sometimes you’re not here when I am writing
Feels a little awkward
Sometimes you won’t talk but we’re not fighting
You hold on to your secrets
And I’m not privy to what is on your mind
But I can’t help but feel tired
So tired, so tired, so tired

So tired

by Heart
from the album Passion Works

You’re distant honey – Mr. Cool
You lock up your feelings – nobody’s fool
You’re facing the world
With your fist clenched tight
Tough guy – tough guy facing the fight
Don’t forget to remember
She’s coming up in back
Even you surrender
Surrender to her sweet attack

Ambush – ambush come from behind
Ambush – ambush capture your mind
Ambush – ambush I’m in disguise
Ambush – ambush take you by surprise

When you don’t expect it
That’s when she appear
Whisper your fancy – licking your ear
Put her arms around you – give a little squeeze
One little taste bring you to your knees
The way she touch – is almost too much
When she lay – lay that claim
You beg – begging her name

Ambush – ambush come from behind
Ambush – ambush capture your mind
Ambush – ambush I’m in disguise
Ambush – ambush take you by surprise

I’m telling you right up front
You’re the prisoner
She do what she want
Ambush – ambush come from behind
Ambush – ambush capture your mind
Ambush – ambush I’m in disguise
Ambush – ambush take you by surprise
Ambush – ambush I’m in disguise
Ambush – ambush take you by surprise

by Fat Joe
from the album Represent

Aiyyo Fat Joe, it’s your first album right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to let brothers know what time it is

T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house

[Fat Joe]
Yeahhhhhh.. like this!
Chilly Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Keith Keith (represent, and uh)
King Sun (represent, and uh)
Fat Joe (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!

[Gizmo]
I’m from the West Bubblefuck so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up
I’m the type of brother to beat you down then fuck you up
Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care
Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare
from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown
Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around
Shorts I don’t take em, bones I fracture and break
So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank’s G
Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon
to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon
Harassin the mic, with a verbal assault of rap
Stick lyrics back to back, that’ll pack, to keep myself on wax
Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin
If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you’re lyin
A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk
I’m never ever buck I don’t give a fuck if you think that I’m a sucker
Parties that I’ve made, people wonder how long it lasted
Lyrics that are so hardcore, it’ll leave you flabbergasted
Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in
And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin
I’m the human beat magician with the bag full of fun
Ammunition’s the addition to the sawed offfff!

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
(Keith Keith!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[Keith Keith]
Run for help when the mic’s in my hand
I kick rhymes like I’m a rap Van Damme
And eat MC’s like a cake or a slice of pie
I’m not a pimp but I bop like I’m Superfly
People say who’s he? I’ll give any crew beef
So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief
I hold my own yet don’t stand alone, I’m well known
Go ‘head and front and get smocked like a neckbone
Think you better chill troop, cause I’m not havin that
and flippin on niggaz like a somersaultin acrobat
Go get your crew and y’all still couldn’t do the man
I’m blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can
I know niggaz sip this, bitches wanna dip this
I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist
Huh, go ‘head and look real hard like I’m a sucka
I’ll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker fucka
So step up and let me hear your response
Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the Bronx

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
(King Sun!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[King Sun]
Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move
It’s a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth
I’m not the Smooth Operator with the ladies
but I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies
One thing never say run, King Sun
I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun
Representin where I’m from in a bumrush
Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush
Don’t touch or feel, it’s real, showin mad skills
Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills
Don’t play the yard, fake Gods ain’t got nuttin for me
I’m loungin with Tone and Corey
on one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe
on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity
Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk
cause I’m another wild nigga from the Bronx
Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up
Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up
Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain’t the one
The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
(Fat Joe!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!

[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it’s a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit locked down
Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown
It’s a damn shame, you better maintain
I’m causin hysteria blowin niggaz out the frame
Yes I can-can, I’m the Fat Man
Never run, never ran, it’s not in the plan
I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz
Your rhymes are trash and no frills
Carbon copy you’re sloppy, see Joe ain’t the one
I’m beatin bootleggers down with King Sun
Rollin over niggaz like a truck
I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubblefuck
My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title
I’m Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol
I get you open on the freestyle tip
Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah
I’m Puerto Rican, I’ll leave you dead and stinkin
I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln
Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down
If you bring your whole crew I shut ‘em down!
I’m known from state to state, for shootin down punks
I’m another wild nigga from the Bronx

"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx! *fades*

by Foo Fighters
from the album Foo Fighters

They knew all along
They’re not dumb; they were so wrong
She’s not always fun
Hate it now; call when I’m done

Pieces fall in place
Puzzles suck; laugh in my face
Turn and swing the pace
I’ll give this; keep the good waist

Head is on, I want out
I’m alone and I’m an easy target
Metronome, I want out
I’m alone and I’m an easy target

crazy t.v. dreams might be true
not what it seems.
food and cavitys, chewing words
tear at the seams
he don’t feel so good, don’t feel bad
not that he should
i don’t feel so good, don’t feel bad
not that i should

did you ever listen? get out.

by Queen
from the album News Of The World

She came without a farthing, a babe without a name
So much ado about nothing, is what she’s try to say
So much ado my lover, so many games we played
Through every fleeted summer, through every precious day

All dead, all dead, all the dreams we had
And I wonder why I still live on
All dead, all dead, and alone I’m spared
My sweeter half instead, All dead, and gone, all dead

All dead, all dead, at the rainbow’s end
And still I hear her own sweet song
All dead, all dead, Take me back again
You know my little friend’s, all dead and gone

Her ways are always with me, I wander all the while
But please you must forgive me, I am old but still a child

All dead, all dead, but I should not grieve
In time it comes to everyone, all dead, all dead
But in hope I breathe, of course I don’t believe
You’re dead and gone, all dead and gone

by Reel Big Fish
from the album Turn The Radio Off

well, i see you up on stage and
i don’t know just
what you’re sayin’, but you’re my hero…
and a guy just kicked me in the head,
a little girl
just passed out dead, i’m in between a big jock
and a sweaty skinhead but i love you
whatever that means…but i don’t wanna talk
to you, cause i know i’d just say some thing
stupid and i know you’ve got better things to do.

hey, little alternative girl
don’t you wanna be my friend?
you know i’m singin’ all my songs to you
it’s all right if you don’t understand.

maybe i shouldn’t be so serious, tellin’ you that
everything sucks cause i don’t wanna bring
you down
but it never ever works out right, i’m gonna lose,
give up the fight, i won’t get what i want
won’t get anything but i love you…whatever
that means.
and they don’t wanna talk to me cause they know
what i’ll turn out to be, i said i was cool
but i can’t lie to you (but i do)

hey, little alternative girl
don’t you wanna be my friend?
you know i’m singin’ all my songs to you
it’s all right if you don’t understand.

and i don’t wanna start again cause i know
it’ll be the same in the end
i didn’t like it the first time anyway.

by Beatles
from the album N/A

They’re gonna put me in the movies.
They’re gonna make a big star out of me.
We’ll make a film about a man that’s sad and lonely
And all I gotta do is act naturally.

Well, I bet you I’m gonna be a big star.
Might win an Oscar. You can never tell.
The movie’s gonna make me a big star,
‘Cause I can play the part so well.

Well, I hope you come and see me in the movies.
Then I’ll know that you will plainly see
The biggest fool that ever hit the big time
And all I gotta do is act naturally.

We’ll make the scene about a man that’s sad and lonely
And begging down upon his bendin’ knee.
I’ll play the part and I won’t need rehearsing.
All I have to do is act naturally.

Well, I bet you I’m gonna be a big star.
Might win an Oscar. You can never tell.
The movie’s gonna make me a big star,
‘Cause I can play the part so well.

Well, I hope you come and see me in the movies.
Then I’ll know that you will plainly see
The biggest fool that ever hit the big time
And all I gotta do is act naturally.