Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for February, 2009

by Missy Elliott
from the album So Addictive

[Missy]
Uhh, yo
This is for my motherfucking club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!

[Missy]
People, gangsters, and pimps and people
Smokin that lethal reefer
Up in the club wit speakers
I had some base and tweeters
DJ is jockin needle
Sweat till I catch a fever
Call me the illest diva
Yo I’m on FIRE!!!!!
People go head and drink up
Get in the club get fucked up
See me you got get lucked up
Someone to touch your rubber
Show me some love, strip off your clothes, and take off your socks

[Missy]
The party’s jumpin, I see something fine
Boy I wanna kiss you, but I’m just too shy
Let me dance with you, let me wear you out
Here’s a glass of orange juice, let’s go X it out
The music’s bangin, way down in my soul
When you dance behind me, I lose all control
Make me grind my hips, make me move my waist
When the music comes on, you take my breath away

HOOK:
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my motherfucking people
C’mon, c’mon, get down, get, get on down
C’mon, c’mon, get down, get, get on down
This is for my people, my party people
This is for my people, my ecstasy people
C’mon, c’mon, get down, get on down
C’mon, c’mon, get down, get, get on down

[Missy]
I’m at the bar now, and I’m buying drinks
And I got this feeling, and it’s all over me
I wanna dance with you, and lick your face
Take me on the dance floor to feel some ecstasy
The vibe is right now, and I’m bout to score
Mr. DJ can you, play this joint once more
Cuz I see the man I want, I want him right away
I’m look him right in his face and say dance with me

HOOK

[Missy]
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Freak that, come here baby, grab me from the back
Baby you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle on the track, skip that, flip that, bring the beat back
Uno… dos… tres…
Uno… dos… tres…
Uno… dos… tres…
Uno… dos… tres…

[Eve]
Can’t stand when a nigga fuckin up my plans
All night liquored up while I’m tryin to dance
Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands
Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan
Can’t stand when a bitch all in my side
I don’t even know her and she all up in my light
Givin me the side eye like she wanna fight
Philly known for boxing bitch better get it right
Can’t stand when a DJ fuckin up the song
Know I’m tryin to shake my ass all night long
Cuttin up the same shit all night long
High ‘fore I got there, now my shit is blown
Can’t stand when it aint jumpin like I want
Cats that try to stop my fun, take away my blunt
I don’t give a fuck he aint gon’ take away my fun
See him when this shit is over, make a nigga run, uh

HOOK

by Bush
from the album Razorblade Suitcase

Strange zoo
strange blaze
douse my head in flames
coming through got to get some
happiness is a bad son
forceps
kitchen tools
deconstruct your every move
feels better when you’re here
guillotine just got here
back bend
back break
please yourself to make it rate
live it all at your own cost
so many just got lost
leaning for fire
leaning to fire
leaning to fire
here’s tomorrow man
best of my ability
chasing what i can

here’s tomorrow man
instinct
bare boned
light it up
take it home
you will be all things
you’ll get what you bring
leaning to fire
leaning to fire
leaning to fire
here’s tomorrow man
best of my ability
chasing watercans
here’s tomorrow man
best of my civility
with our own tongue
here’s tomorrow man

by Chevelle
from the album Wonder What’s Next

You are high (high),
You are excellent.
He will display (you display),
His character in me.
Good things He has for us.
Time with Him will tell,
This disease leaves, you are well.
I am free from disease.

I run to Him.
When I sleep,
He brings peace.
I’magination gives way
to His sway.

He said come (he said come),
I will make you holy.
And know this (and know this),
You will be, because I AM holy

Be bold and run.
Be bold and run.
Be bold and run.
Be bold.

I have the mind of Christ.
Nothing seems to phase me.
Lies give way to truth.

I am high,
Like an eagle.
Shadows fade
In the Light.
He calls.
We can know
And we can say
You don’t have to be scared.
You can run.
You can run!
You can run!
You can run!
You can run!

He said come (he said come),
I will make you holy.
And know this (and know this),
You will be, because I AM holy

I have the mind of Christ.
Nothing seems to phase me.
Lies give way to truth.

I have the mind of Christ.
I have the mind of Christ.

by Jay-Z
from the album Reasonable Doubt

[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch
..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed,
you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,
you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
you gotcha own ‘96 suh-in..the ride
and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why
you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
they conniving shit
the first chance to crack the bank
they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
and papayas, from the village to the tele
time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
mmet your death in less than 8 seconds
still poundin in my after life..
laugin my shit is tight
you who askin right…

[Chorus:]

Aint no nigga like the one I got
no one can fuck you betta
sleeps around but he gives me alot
keeps you in diamonds and leathers
friends ‘ill tell me I should leave you alone
hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(man a they own, man a they own)

[Jay-Z]
Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
got you a beeper to feel important
surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega’s and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
you know these ho’s be makin me weak
yall knows how it goes ‘b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
you can’t change a players game in the 9th inning
the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
so I run way the fuck up in em
and wrinkle the face like linnin
I play hard-eh till they say God..
he’s keepin it real jigga stay hard
lawd don’t even trip
I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel
when you nigga play sick we can all get ill
-whats the deal-

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie
promise to stay monogamous, I try
but love you know these ho’s be makin me weak
Y’all knows how it goes B so I stay deep

[Foxy Brown]
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
so when you flip that coke
remember them days you was dead broke
but now your style and I raised you
basically made you into a don
flippin weight..heroin and shit
you know my pussy is all that
thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I’m ringin bells
so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
on how I fuck the best a shit
specially when I’m flippin Baileys
dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
before this rap shit
when you was in letters and bullshit berattas
and eek classes with mo in the glasses
shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally’s
now all your mens’ up in your benz’s
high post, I swear you be killin me
playin inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
cuz you proved who was your wiz
when you was spinnin that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
your comisary stay pilin
how you livin large on the island
all them collects have me vex
but when you come home
knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks
now we on the rise
your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars

[Chorus]

by Jimmy Eat World
from the album Clarity

Didn’t mean to leave you hanging on, all alone.
Merry Christmas baby.

by Pearl Jam
from the album Riot Act

It’s a hopeless… situation
And I’m starting to believe
That this hopeless… situation
Is what I’m trying to achieve

But I try
To run on
Towards
All or none,… all or none

Here’s the selfless confession
Leading me back to war
Can we help that,.. our destinations
Are the ones we’ve been before

I still try
To run on
Towards all
Or none,… all or none

To myself I… surrender
To the one I’ll never please

I still try,.. to run on
But I still try,.. to run on
But it’s
All or none,… all or none.

by Snoop Dogg
from the album Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told

Kill kill kill

[Snoop]
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit (biatch)

[C-Murder]
Nigga nigga I’ma rida
Ride with G’s
And ship keys over seas by the three’s
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that AK
In da blue tint, with a infer-red
Mother fucker gonna die tonight
That’s why I smoke weed, get high tonight
Cuz I’ma No Limit soldier
With TRU datted in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
Murda murda, kill kill
If you put me in danger
I aint trippin noo
No limit niggaz no strangers
I’ma tank representer till im history
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory
So throw’em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you mother fucking feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

[Chorus x2]
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
Ain’t nut’in personal tru
See it’s all about respect
Kill-kill-kill
Murda-murda-murda
I’m never got slippin
Keep my heat on the dash

[Snoop]
Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and come back
They get hooked up with the number one rap label
And rap, like that
Shit I can’t be duplicated
But I’m highly playa hated
And I been reinstated
And I thank god that I finally made it
Fated many niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that young nigga
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, only five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I hang out with real niggas
Like Silkk and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do niggas
Like you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class
Never hesitate to blast
And im so serious about my hustlin
Gots to have my cash
Can you imagin if I was broke
Shit I wouldn’t be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in your door
Takin all your dough and your gold and your cars
Cuz big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap star
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I rock
I’m draped in my army fatigue
Blowing on green trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa hatas

[Chorus x2]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Now look at murda, murda, murda
And this kill, kill, kill
This shits real
Stay strapped and capped, to get pealed
And mama always told me
If you aint down to ride with god
Down to die with god
You aint no mother fucking soldier
No limit datted on my back and my stomach
Cuz ima mother fucking fool
Uhhh, show me love
Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
Well im coming out hard
I was coming out large
Seen this guy named van
I bring the pain
Look everybody coming out stars
See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe
In da house thinking about loop
I told niggas
Rap shit isnt bad, I blast’em, So I ask’em, I shoot
Just a young nigga bout raising hell and makin mail
If you a trip
I told you I was making this shit on bail (that’s cool)
Back up nigga, cant flame that shit like drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna hang like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga
Strapped up in my fatigue
Cant hold me down
Don’t even trip my nigga Snoop
If you a soldier now
Do what ya think bitch
For this tank bitch
I stay quick and work
And I got No Limit scattered on my fucking forehead
That’s why I do so much dirt

by Bon Jovi
from the album Bounce

Looking at the pages of my life
Faded memories of me and you
Mistakes you know I’ve made a few
I took some shots and fell from time to time
Baby, you were there to pull me through
We’ve been around the block a time or two
I’m gonna lay it on the line
Ask me how we’ve come this far
The answer’s written in my eyes

[Chorus:]
Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new
That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more
I don’t wanna sleep tonight, dreamin’s just a waste of time
When I look at what my life’s been comin’ to
I’m all about lovin’ you

I’ve lived, I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve paid some dues, baby
We’ve been to hell and back again
Through it all you’re always my best friend
For all the words I didn’t say and all the things I didn’t do
Tonight I’m gonna find a way

[Chorus:]
Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new
That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more
I don’t wanna sleep tonight, dreamin’s just a waste of time
When I look at what my life’s been comin’ to
I’m all about lovin’ you

You can take this world away
You’re everything I am
Just read the lines upon my face
I’m all about lovin’ you

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus:]
Every time I look at you, baby, I see something new
That takes me higher than before and makes me want you more
I don’t wanna sleep tonight, dreamin’s just a waste of time
When I look at what my life’s been comin’ to
I’m all about lovin’ you

All about lovin’ you

by Bright Eyes
from the album N/A

The fragile keep secrets
Gathered in pockets
And they will sell them for nothing
A cheap watch or locket
That kind of gold washes off
And the sad act like lepers
They stick to the shadows
They long to ring bells of warning
To tell of their coming
So that the pure can shut their doors
The angry are animals Senseless and savage
They act without order
In logical lapses
They stain their mouths with blood
So take my hand
This barren land is alive tonight
Oh, the corn has grown stalks
That form a wall to hide
But the wind carries sounds
That I can’t see from beyond that line
Then the stalks begin to sway
Oh, stay with me, Arienette
Until the wolves are away
The wicked are vultures
And they bake in the canyons
They circle in sunlight
And wait for their victims
To collapse and call to them
The desperate are water
They’ll run down forever
And soak into silence
And end up together
In a dark and distant, dark and distant place
So don’t leave me here with only mirrors watching me
This house, it holds nothing but the memories
And the moon, it leaves silver but never sleep
And then the silver turns to gray
Oh stay with me, Arienette
Until the wolves are away

by Linkin Park
from the album Reanimation

Hey Mike, whats up? this is Ron, ya know, last week in the chatroom. I was just touchin a face, see how your Easter went. Umm
I was seein if you gonna see Joe soon too, he has my keyboard that i’ve been trying to get back. I’ve been trying to call him,
and he hasnt been returning any message’s so if ya see him give an angle to uh get it back.