Archive for March, 2010
March 31st, 2010 | 
Author: by Santana
from the album Shaman
ft. P.O.D.
This is America
POD and Santana live in La Casa
Live and direct for you and yours
Yo America, America
Was it the way that she looked at me
She had caught my eye
She stole my heart she freed my mind
The way we loved it was magical
Truly wonderful
It was me and your so beautiful
And I know that you feel this too
Will our dreams come true
I believe in you
Show me the way to my better days
What’s the price to pay
If I follow you
[Chorus:]
America, America
Will you come back to me baby please don’t away don´t let me go
America, America
Can you get back to me baby don’t run away I need you so
I trust in you still you walk away
You just ran away
I thought our love would never change
The way you move had me hypnotized
Now I realize
I fell again the same old lies
Plans you change the present rearranged
If we don’t know the path the future we can’t attain
So I maintain, dealt my hands so I deal with it
Know what is truth myself
I stay real with it
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by Tears For Fears
from the album Seeds Of Love
Money can’t change the way you feel
Smoke stains on your fingertips
Made for life is no big deal
When there’s something behind you that just doesn’t fit
And I can’t stop thinking
Always in the past
No, no, I just can’t stop thinking
Always in the past
It was always in
Smoke screens up at the break of day
Boy you must had a lonely night
And did your dreams reveal God’s plan?
Did heaven say you’re gonna make it allright
And I can’t stop thinking
Always in the past
No, no, I just can’t stop thinking
Always in the past
It was always in
Walk those streets
Paved with gold
You and I we are one and the same
We’ve got a whole lot of soul
Dance those steps
Of the ancient plague
You could sharpen knives on the famous lives
That were never saved
I just can’t stop thinking
Always in the past
No, no, I just can’t stop thinking
Always in the past
It was always in
I can’t stop thinking
Always in the past
No, no, I just can’t stop thinking
Always in the past
It was always in
by Moby
from the album Play
oh my baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
at least we tried to make it
but in these days I’m so confused
oh my love, at least we had it
let me hold on to you
oh my baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
at least we tried but we lost it
i will remember
how you stood there and you smiling
and you smile there with me
oh my baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
oh now baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, at least we tried
oh my baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye, say goodbye
oh now baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, at least we tried, ohh
oh my baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, just say goodbye
goodbye my baby, don’t cry
oh my babe, at least we tried, whoa
by Cher
from the album It’s A Man’s World
Well I heard enough
And I’ve seen enough
And I now now enough to know
I know a good thing when I see it
And it’s a bad thing to let go
Well I’ve been around
I’ve been up and down
Until I bailed out of control
With your world all in motion
Gonna put a ball
And chain on your soul
CHORUS:
All those angels running
Picking up the pieces
Putting back together hearts
Broke long ago
I know a good thing when I see it
And it’s a bad thing to let go
We’ll always be lovers
With borders of there own
And you may charge across
In a golden chariot
But you will never be at home
‘Cause I had dreams
Like distant thunder
I had hope like a prayer unheard
This nothing less than perfect
In a less than perfect world
Chorus x 2
by Green Day
from the album Kerplunk!
Hey old man in woman’s shoes
I wonder i he knows i think he’s crazy
When he was young did he have dreams of wearing woman’s
shoes and being crazy
It makes me wonder when i grow that age
Will i be walking down the street
Begging for your spare change
Or will i ever grow that old?
Will i still be around?
The way i carry on i’ll end up
six feet underground and waste away….
When the old man was in school
Did the ‘golden rules’ make him go crazy
Or did he hide away from hopes
Behind a smile and smoking dope
It’s crazy
It seems so frightning
Time passes my like lightning
Before you know it you’re struck down
I always waste my time on my chemical emotions
It keeps my head spinning around.
by Westside Connection
from the album Bow Down
[Mack 10 talking]
Goddamn! New York City!
Skyscrapers and everything!
[Ice Cube]
Back in the day, we used to respect y’all niggas
We used to be down with y’all niggas
All you have for the West Coast, is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your city
y’all niggas will never get our respect again
Westside nigga (Keeping it real)
Yeah! (Keeping it real)
[All]
WESTSIIIIIDE!
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (INGLEWOOOOD!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (South Central)
Long Island in the house?!? (Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!? (Waddup)
Staten Island in the house?!? (Woop woop)
The West Coast is in the house sayin
why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
[Ice Cube]
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
Who wants to rock the microphone after me?
Think of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it down like the NFC
I’m going thorough thru your borough
wit my Raider jacket and my jheri curl, gangstas rule the world
On the west, nevertheless, W-S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress
[Mack 10]
You couldn’t have said it no better homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy
These buster ass critics from the N-Y-C
Don’t they know that I be from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
by murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas, sportin colored bandanas
[WC}
It's the Mister hoodsta, cap peeler
Dusty ass New York critic killer
Dumping and pumping the motherfuckin lead in their chest
because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck U-N-I-T-Y, I'm coast trippin
Saggin as a Pelle, smashin tape recorders
This is 187 on a New York reporter
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
"New York, New York"
[Ice Cube]
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
tryin to get an East hip-hop monopoly
But I’ve been writing gangsta shit since ‘83
when y’all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody wanna run and go and get triggers
and blame it on these West Coast seven-figure niggas
Just because we made it real niggas got to deal
I hope blood ain’t got to spill, I kill
[Mack 10]
It’s like the battle of the sexes
You wanna treat us like bitches cos we’re platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion from California to Japan, bitch
Went overseas, seen D’s how we done it
88’s to 100’s to let me know who really run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin, or we jackin
Packin nina’s and sellin out arenas, niggas
[WC]
You make me wanna holler, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I got to beat em
when I see me, T-Roller cut off his scrotum
Leave em bleedin in particles for them biases articles
I’m mashin and blastin so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a fuckin hip-hop classic
I’m banning you niggas from the scene
Kickin over newstands, pouring gasoline on your magazines
[Ice Cube]
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
To the West my niggas, to the West
We the best my niggas don’t stress
Fuck all the critics in the N-Y-C
and your articles tryin to rate my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain’t real because we make snaps
Sellin 6-fo’s to the dab, what you lookin at?
With your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad, nigga
I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your magazines
[Mack 10]
Hey hey hey, what’s happenin round tre?
It’s still M-Y critic K on mines all motherfuckin day
It’s a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossin
Got to flossin, fell off, and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna regret, fuckin with my set
I be a 24-year street Westside Connect vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us
[WC]
AIIIIYO!!! Nigga fuck that shit
I gotta, kill it kill it, fuck a New York critic
He write about how I lived it, did it, plus I’m still with it
Puttin it down on all these DJs, hate, fakin and flakin
Never once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or disc jock
Matter of fact I’m blamin all y’all for fuckin up hip-hop
[All]
Is Brooklyn in the house?!? (Check it out)
What about Queens in the house?!? (WESTSIIIIIIIDE!!!)
Manhattan in the house?!? (And it don’t stop)
Long Island in the house?!? (YEAH! YEAH! Check it out)
Is the Bronx in the house?!?
Staten Island in the house?!? (Say what say what??)
The West Coast is in the house sayin (Yeah)
why you talkin loud?!?
What you talkin bout?!?
[Ice Cube] [Mack 10 talking over Ice Cube]
Why talkin loud?!? Yeah, take it how you wanna take it, punk
What you talkin bout?!? We’re gonna make it how
*repeat 15x* we gonna make it, punk
WESTSIDE NIGGA!!! What y’all niggas talkin about?
Y’all ain’t acquantin and barkin on hip-hop
This Westside Connection
WESTSIIIIDE!!!
by The Tragically Hip
from the album Trouble At The Henhouse
Lets go to the park
lets go watch’em floodin’
out there after dark,
don’t have to think of nothin’
and I love that for,
for the way I’m feeling
700 foot, 700 foot ceiling
Lets take it to the top
of the tobacco nation
we can aim the dish
for hardcore invitations
and I hate that for,
for the things I’m thinking
when the clouds are low,
700 and sinking
It’s part hard, hard to remember
it’s part hard to say
parts unknown, unknown forever
and those parts fade away
but leanings toward,
toward a full-stop’s
all I hear you say
One foot on the stump,
the other’s on the pulpit
700 foot, 700 foot pulpit
and I love that for,
for the way I’m feeling
700 foot, 700 foot ceiling
in our backyard, we can do
some floodin’
when it’s cold and dark, don’t
have to think or nothin’
by Blink 182
from the album N/A
13 miles down the road lives a young boy
hes got jet black hair and blue green eyes
and hes mine.
And every now and then he and i will sit together on the porch
And i take off his pants and i fuck him from behind
And I love him for his mind and soul
And I love his wrinkled scrotum too.
So if you see us passing by on some dreary rainy day
Take a look at the young boy and his naked… ass-hole.
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by Britney Spears
from the album Britney
Top down on the strip
Lookin’ in the mirror and I’m checking out my lipstick
Got winds up in the back we’re out for a run all night
Feelin’ so crazy cool
Bops so right, wonder what they’re ready for
Now leave baby heres the keys
We’re about to step inside
Skip on the dance head to the floor
Makin’ my way and that’s for sure
My body’s takin over and I want some more Woah yeah yeah
I’ve been anticipating
This is our song they’re playing
? I want no wrong raw feelin’ (I want to rock this feelin)
You’re feelin this right
Lets do this tonight
Step up baby don’t be shy
I know you’re feelin me cuz you’re giving me the eye
And I don’t wanna play around
Baby watch me move
by Ozzy Osbourne
from the album Down To Earth
A child of a broken mind
The fear that I hide behind
I hate rejection
It’s the worst
It gravely hurts me
Living inside my head
I feel like the living dead
I need your affection
It’s the best
It greatly helps me
With my back against the wall
Trying so hard not to fall
I’m so tired of sleeping around
Hopeless, in despair
Don’t know if I’m here or there
Feeling like I’m up and I’m down
But I’m still alive
I don’t have any plans to go anywhere
You know I’m alive
I know I’m crazy but I still like it here
But I’m still alive
I don’t have any plans to go anywhere
I don’t want to die
A head full of tragic schemes
what keeps me alive is dreams
I dream that someday
I’ll find the key that sets my mind free
You may think I’ve lost control
The man with the broken soul
I’m not here to try and make excuses
Just believe me
With my back against the wall
Trying so hard not to fall
I’m so tired of sleeping around
Hopeless, in despair
Don’t know if I’m here or there
Feeling like I’m up and I’m down
But I’m still alive
I don’t have any plans to go anywhere
You know I’m alive
I know I’m crazy but I still like it here
I don’t have any plans to go anywhere
I don’t want to die
yeah
But I’m still alive
I don’t have any plans to go anywhere
You know I’m alive
I know I’m crazy but I still like it here
But I’m still alive
I don’t have any plans to go anywhere
You know I’m alive
I know I’m crazy but I still like it here
But I’m still alive
I don’t have any plans to go anywhere
You know I’m alive
I know I’m crazy but I still like it here
But I’m still alive
I don’t have any plans to go anywhere
You know I’m alive
I know I’m crazy but I still like it here
I don’t want to die
You know I’m alive
You know I’m alive