Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for April, 2009

by Hombres G
from the album N/A

Quiero ir contigo al lado del mar
Donde no hay ruido ni gente
Donde besar tus labios de sal.

Donde tus ojos puedan hablar
Con la luz del sol poniente
Y que mis sueños se hagan realidad.

Quiero escribir contigo nuestro destino
Donde el final de los caminos sea el mar
Y buscaremos un sitio bien escondido
En un lugar que estar contigo sea lo normal
Al lado del mar,
Al lado del mar.

Una casa en las colinas,
Un verde mar, de estrellas vivas
Donde soñar que siempre serás mía.

Donde mirar con tus ojos
Y nunca más volver a estar sólo
Y que nos abrace el viento y el mar.

Quiero ir contigo al lado del mar
Donde no hay ruido ni gente
Donde besar tus labios de sal
Donde tus ojos puedan hablar
Con la luz del sol poniente
Y que mis sueños se hagan realidad.

Al lado del mar,
Al lado del mar…
Al lado del mar…

by LL Cool J
from the album Phenomenon

[Redman] Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
[Method Man]
player my position, hot nixon
this one for all the sick ones, infliction
posionous darts sickenin’
best beleive finger itchin’
with two proclay
now I’m trippin on MC’s
cliche
shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles
hit the wicked ways
gotta love me
G-O-D no one above me
look up but fuck ugly
techna jaw from a punch buggy
sunnin’ you
got you shittin’ in your last ????
runnin’ who
fucking punk
hit a speed bump coming through
a single shot make you meet love respect Wu

[Redman]
aiyo I put it on a nigga
shit it on a nigga
turn a chrsitian to a certified sinner
the bomb I release time ???? (explodes)
while you got sit up I was hittin’ your ex hoe
shit I kept low petro your metro
politics keep the chicken heads gobolin’
shit I’m drivin’ in come with full polygin
terrorize your city from the spliff committee
kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
gritty smack the drivers head in the gypsy
when I approach rappers be takin’ notes
drop like I shoulda invented the rain coat
absolute I love to burn to the root
I keep coming till your pour sperm from your boots
vigilante hardcore to the penis
tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

[Canibus]
I’m the illest nigga alive watch me prove it
I snatch a crown with your head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who’ll fight for mics
beatin’ niggas to death and beatin’ dead niggas to life
when you look at me long enough I start to read your thoughts
if the signal is strong enough and then I’ll call your bluff
like yo how many rhymes you got
I will go for more milleniums than mazda’s got on the car lot
and there’s no where to run ta when I confront ya
nigga I call your bluff like you had a phone numba
who wanna see Cannibus get wild
who wanna act wild get shot down with a surface to air missile
I take ‘em on in all shapes sizes and forms
and spit on anybody who ain’t close enough to shit on
zero to sixty I’m already doing a hundred
when I’m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

[DMX]
stay out the dark
cause if I catch you when the sun is down run it clown
come up off that or I’m gon’ gun it down
run it now
wherever stone goes it’s gon’ be there
see that
that shit’ll finish you dawg
beleive that
where we at
do your value your life as much as your possesions
don’t be a stupid nigga learn a lesson
I’m gon’ get you either way
and it’s better to live
let me get what’s in your sock because it’s better to give
than receive beleive what I say when I tell you
don’t make me put your somewhere were nobody can smell ya
and when the lights is out they don’t come back on
this ain’t a flick they ain’t gon’ come back on
you ain’t that strong
you knew it was wrong
but you asked for it baby
you’se a pig nigga ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth
you get dumb sweet you want heat
you want deep leave ‘em behind

[Method Man/Redman]
aiyo
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
blaze the hot trizack
shine like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1
come on Mr. Smith come get some

[LL Cool J]
my young son’s fantasize of borrowing flows
tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed
this symbol on my arm is off limit to challengers
you hold and bust the swords I swing the excalliber
how dare you step up in my deminsion
your little ass should be somewher cryin’ on detention
watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I’m a do this shit for free this time this one’s for fun
blow you to peceis leave you covered in feces
with one thesies (LL Cool J is hard)
every little boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
but that’s like picking up a ball playin’ with Mike
swingin’ at Ken Griffy or challenging Roy to a fight
snappin’ your ameteur MC’s
don’t you know I’m like the Dream Team tourin’ overseas
for rappers in my circle I’m a deadly disease
ringmaster bringin’ a tiger cub to his knees
in the history of rap they’ve never seen such prominence
your nieve confidence gets crushed by my dominence
now let’s get back to this mic on my arm
if it ever left my side it’d transform into a time bomb
you don’t wanna bar that you wanna idolize
and you don’t wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
and I’m daring every MC in the game
to play yourself out position and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every sylabel in your name
go platnumn for every time your grimy ass was on the train
watch your mouth don’t ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga greatest of all time

by Cranberries
from the album Wake Up And Smell The Coffee

Close your eyes
Close your eyes
Breathe the air out there
We are free, we can be wide open

For you open my eyes
To the beauty I see
We will pray, we will stay
Wide open

Don’t analyse
Don’t analyse
Don’t go that way
Don’t lead that way
That would paralyse your evolution

Don’t analyse
Don’t analyse
Don’t go that way
Don’t lead that way
That would paralyse your evolution

La la la
This greatest moment
La la la
The strangest day
La la la
The greatest love of them all

La la la
This greatest moment
La la la
The strangest day
La la la
The greatest love of them all

Close your eyes
Close your eyes
Breathe the air out there
Fantasize, fantasize
We are open

For you open my eyes
To the beauty I see
We will pray, we will stay
Together

La la la
This greatest moment
La la la
The strangest day
La la la
The greatest love of them all

La la la
This greatest moment
La la la
The strangest day
La la la
The greatest love of them all

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

by Eminem
from the album The Marshall Mathers LP

(kill kill kill)
Dahh dum dahh dum.. dum
Dahh dum dahh dum duh da da da da
(kill kill kill)
Dahh dum dahh dum.. dum
Dahh dum dahh dum dumm..
(kill kill kill)
Chorus: Eminem
Mentally illll from Amityvilllle (ILLLL)
Accidentally killll your family stillll
Thinkin he won’t? God damnit he willll (HE’SSSS)
Mentally illll from Amityvilllle
** {HE’SSSS} on repeats only **
[Eminem]
I get lifted and spit until I’m half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick {*SMACK*}
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin til my chin’s full of splashed whiskers {*whoosh*}
Hash whiskey and ash til I slap bitches {*smack*}
Ask Bizzy, he’s been here the past six years
Mash with me you’ll get in imagine this
Chorus 2X
[Bizarre]
I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother’s throat
{*AHHHHHHHH!*} Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister’s birthday, she’ll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
{*Mmm mm mmm!*} And bitches know me as a horny ass freak
Their mother wasn’t raped, I ate her pussy while she was ’sleep
Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (YOU FUCKIN HOMO!)
That’s what I said at my dad’s funeral
Chorus 2X
[Eminem]
That’s why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still (still)
That’s why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed)
That’s why we don’t call it Detroit, we call it Amityville (‘Ville)
You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled)
Ahahahaha, that’s why we’re crowned the murder capital still (still)
This ain’t Detroit, this is motherfuckin Hamburger Hill! (Hill!)
We don’t do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot
and when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with them too!
That’s the mentality here (here) that’s the reality here (here)
Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?)
While I’m holdin a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??)
Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year?)
Cause once I snap I can’t be held accountable for my acts
and that’s when accidents happen,
when a thousand bullets come at your house
and collapse the foundation around and they found you
and your family in it (AHHHHH!)
GOT DAMNIT HE MEANT IT WHEN HE TELLS YOU
Chorus 2X
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum, tahh-dum.. ta-dah-da
Dum..

by Blink 182
from the album Enema Of The State

All the small things
True care, truth brings
I’ll take one lift
Your ride best trip
Always, I know
You’ll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating

Say it ain’t so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares

Say it aint so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Say it ain’t so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I’ll be your thrill
The night will go on, my little windmill

Say it ain’t so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I’ll be your thrill
The night will go on, the night will go on, my little windmill

by 2 Live Crew
from the album N/A

Chorus: KC
Do ya wanna have a party?
2 live is throwin’ another party!
Buttnaked ass shakin’ party
Ten thousand motherfuckers at the party
We’re gonna see ya at the party
Another motherfuckin’ 2 live party

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Deep down south, we love to party
Dance floors packed, hoes shakin’ they bodies
70’s music still rulin’ the disco
>From South Beach to San Francisco
A late night fever, a sex crazed land
Wild-ass hoes to the one night stand
Swettin’ the freaks with the tightest skirts
Talk about they ride, a 60s ‘Vert
Listenin’ to oldies bumpin’ the sounds
Forget that shit, buy the underground
Underground station that ain’t legit
Playin’ them cuss-words, dropping that shit
Party from the club, to the streets
Hangin’ on cars, solicitin’ freaks
It ain’t over, it’s time to play
Don’t stress ya’ll, let’s par-tyyy!

Chorus

Verse 2: Freak Nasty
I put my hand up on your hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
So c’mon baby, just Pop That P’
And watch Freak Nasty Throw that D, yeah
Ain’t nuthin’ like a 2 live party
When them hoes freak everybody
Them other girls just bore me
But the 2 Live girls make Me So Horny
I had a hoe doin’ S & M
Marquis had a hoe doin’ her and him
Chinaman had ‘em gettin’ down low
And m’ boy King T was bringin’ three mo’
Come one come all if you can hang
But you gotta Move Somethin’ and Do the Damn Thang
Clay D got the bottle and I got the blunt
2 Live, Freak Nasty, what’s up!

Chorus

Verse 3: Brother Marquis
What’ll know ’bout havin’ a party?
Fall up in the club, the envy of everybody
You make the money, so spend it
Baller parkin’ Benz’s lookin’ like millions
I’m in the back of the club gettin’ blessed g-fresh
Drinkin’ n’ smokin’ the best, and nothin’ less
Champagne poppin’, chicken heads flockin’
The DJ’s rockin’, got the whole house hoppin’
Let’s make this night one to remember
If you fuckin’ with me, you’re fuckin’ with a real nigga
You can jump in the ‘Vert, baby, and ride out
I’ll have you suckin’ me up at the hide-out
Tell a bitch quick, I ain’t beggin’ nor buyin’
Get the fuck up out my face, who the fuck you tryin’?
It’s a good time nigga, that’s what I’m all about
Get the money get the pussy, get the map, I’m out

Chorus

by The Gathering
from the album if_then_else

The torture won’t part you
Motherly breast won’t warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth
why is it so loud, this sound?

All the sense your are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?

Restless is carrying fever
burning you to pieces
In search and need of a friend
Will I bow down to this in the end?

I lay in the hands of my maker
and I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they’ll brake it
It’s a fight…it’s a fight…

The torture won’t part you
Mothers lap can’t seem to warm you
You strain, you climb up and frown
Why is it so loud, This down?

All the sense you are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?

I lay in the hands of my maker
And I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they’ll brake it
It’s a fight…it’s a fight

by Madonna
from the album Like A Virgin

Why am I standing on a cloud
Every time you’re around
And my sadness disappears
Every time you are near

Bridge:

You must be an angel
I can see it in your eyes
Full of wonder and surprise
And just now I realize

Chorus:

Oooh you’re an angel
Oooh you’re an angel
Oooh you’re an angel
In disguise, I can see it in your eyes

Walking down a crowded avenue
Other faces seem like nothing next to you
And I can’t hear the traffic rushing by
Just the pounding of my heart and that’s why

(bridge)
(chorus, repeat)

You’re an angel
You’re an angel, baby
You’re an angel
You must be an angel

Now I believe that dreams come true
‘Cause you came when I wished for you
This just can’t be coincidence
The only way that this makes sense is that

(chorus, repeat)

You’re an angel
You’re an angel, baby
You’re an angel
You must be an angel, baby

Clouds just disappear

by Erykah Badu
from the album Baduizm

Excuse us ladies and gentleman
One, two

You need to pick your afro daddy
Because it’s flat on one side
You need to pick your afro daddy
Because it’s flat on one side
What are you waiting on

Well if you don’t pick your afro
You gonna have one side high, ha, ha

Well, you said you was gonna take me to see Wu-Tang baby
So I braided my hair, well, yes you did
You said you was gonna take me to see Wu-Tang baby
So I braided my hair, yes I did, cornroll and everything baby

Well, you changed your mind and said we wasn’t going
But my momma saw you there
Yes she did, check this out, one time

Well I be blowing up your pager daddy
But you never called me back
Well I be putting in 9-1-1 baby
But you never called me back, no, no

See if you don’t know how to use that pager daddy
I’m gonna take that hoe back, yes I will

by George Michael
from the album Faith

It’s late
Time for bed
So I sit, and I wait
For that gin and tonic
To go to your head

I know
It’s a devious plan
But it’s the only way that I know
To get those big bad car keys Out of your hand

You know
That I remain a gentle man
But even so
There’s only so much
A gentleman can stand
Sleep with me
Oh sleep with me tonight

My cards are on your table
My dreams are in your bed
Oh, If I was able
I’d be there instead

(Oh, sleep with me tonight)