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Ok the song is real naughty wich warms up the song even more LOL its actually a cool song but the lyrics make me uncomfortable in a good way i guess lol {LYRICS} Ah ah ah... get up. Just take a ride... Baby take a ride... Listen. [Jaejoong] You door wo akete Jiyuu ni naru gaki wo sashikonde yeah [Junsu] Right now kakaru ignition Mou ikitsukumadewa orirarenai yeah [Changmin] Oh feel me? Give me your more beat. [Micky] (um umm) Atsui mamani so we gotta bounce alright [Micky] (we gotta bounce alright) Girl, squeeze me kono karada ni [Micky] Oshiyoseru in your love oh baby [All] Oh oh oh oh oh Hey you drive me crazy tonight Ima hashirinukeruyo baby alright? (baby alright) Oh oh oh oh oh Uh baby you're cruising with me, soshite get in zone Kanjiatte (you're cruising) with me Oh oh oh oh oh [Yunho] Good girl (good girl) dokomadedemo kimi wo noseteiku dakara motto yeah [Changmin] Oh no jirasanaide I wanna let you say "want you" Hatenaki daydream yeah [Changmin] Oh feel me? give me your more beat. [Junsu] (oh I know that you feel me) Ijigen he to so we gotta bounce alright [Junsu] (we gotta bounce alright) [Junsu] sore ijou to my love [All] Oh oh oh oh oh hey you drive me crazy tonight [Micky] (drive me crazy tonight) mada tsuzuku yume nara (baby alright) oh oh oh oh oh uh baby you're cruising with me kokode get in zone tokeruyou ni (you're cruising) with me (oh wow wow) hey you drive me crazy tonight (yeah) imahashirinukeruyo baby alright? (baby alright) oh oh oh oh oh uh baby you're cruising with me (cruising with me) Soshite get in zone kanjiatte (you're cruising) with me oh oh oh oh oh yeah come on baby I wanna get in a zone alright feel me wow wow hey you drive me crazy tonight mada tsuzuku yume nara baby alright? (baby alright) oh oh oh oh oh uh baby you're cruising with me (cruising with me) kokode get in zone tokeruyou ni (you're cruising) with me (oh wow wow) hey you drive me crazy tonight imahashirinukeruyo baby alright? (baby alright) oh oh oh oh oh uh baby you're cruising with me. Soshite get in zone kanjiatte (you're cruising) with me oh oh oh oh oh oh feel me? (give me your more beat baby) my my girl, squeeze me I wanna get in a zone alright girl, squeeze me baby amazing sweet my my girl, squeeze me get in zone alright oh oh oh oh oh Credits:eri_m + jaejin @LJ http://fangirlmitz.blogspot.com/2007/12/ly.html Translation Ah ah ah... get up. Just take a ride... Baby take a ride... Listen. Listening to you opening the door Slotting in the key to freedom yeah Right now, Walk inside Ignition I wont back out until I reach my destination yeah Oh feel me? Give me your more beat. Filled with enthusiasm so we gotta bounce alright Girl,squeeze me In this whole body Drowning in your love oh baby Oh wow wow Hey you drive me crazy tonight We will set off now Baby alright? Oh wow wow Uh baby youre cruising with me. Then get in zone Feel this together with me Oh wow wow Good girl (good girl) I will bring you along with me no matter where I go So lets do it again yeah Oh no Please dont let me feel anxious I wanna let you say `want you` No limitations to daydreaming yeah Oh feel me? Give me your more beat. Even though we might have reached that space So we gotta bounce alright Girl,squeeze me (squeeze me) baby amazing sweet A lot more compared to this To my love
To download this song for free go to : http://freemusicdownloadsbox.com/soulja-boy/soulja-boy-what-you-know or go to: http://www.musicdownloadssearch.com/search/Soulja-Boy-What-You-Know-/1/mp3 Lyrics: Soulja Boy ft.JBar - What You Know Verse 1 (Soulja Boy) I'm Easily rippin defensily grippin my pistol ya niggaz play tough but don't want it um poppin and cocking and locking game 2 zones for the free so um off of the chain. Double o see murder murder um urgess to kick in yo door wit da mafuckin pistols Um comin to get you we bustin no issue white wall on rims da same color of tissue. No kissing be me missing yo funeral dissing me daz a mistake so better not try it um startin a riot too fly like a pilot took off da jet without breakin no sweat. Niggaz be fakin and steady be hatin I'm breakin dey jaws just like we do laws and we triple da digits just like we inches da money keep comin and so do the bitches, and so do the snitches and riches and glitches. Just like its game I'm too hot like a flame and sayin no names cuz u kno u are. Bustin no fussin we spotted yo car. Cruising no losing and rolling dat better dope. 400ms got from interscope better do right cuz I'm colder dan coolio rippin dis up while I'm up in da studio. Moving so heavily slidin so steadily crew stackin figures u kno its a bet and the money is money let me dummies be dummies I'm stackin da bread to the day that I'm dead. They swear dat they robbin me bruh aint no stoppin me hustle philosophy got me dis guap. Sod money gang bringin da heavy flame put dat on GOD dat we stayin on top. Chorus (JBar) What cha what cha know Bout my flow and my icy icy gold 28s on swole Music loud as it can go What cha what cha know Bout my shine and my struggle and my grind I work hard to get mine Man Respect a nigga grind Verse 2 (Soulja Boy) Rippin and spittin and cruisin dis beat. Talkin that shit and get knocked off yo feet. Sod money gang staying too deep. Gettin no sleep, making a creep. Doube vendetta my crew stackin cheddar My click gettin better we changin da weather. Pedal to medal and ashes to dust 2 4 glocks in pot when I hop in da truck. Niggaz is hatin me but dat aint phasing me money money gottta get it. But it no stopping it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute. Soulja boy tell em I'm all about cheddar folk icey new chevy same color as antelope. I'm sick as a bitch and I'm holding da antidote. Gucci bandana man gucci bandana folk. Rushing and busting still flippin and dippin I'm still on a mission to stack up a bill. Money make problems aint none gonna solve em but breakin dis bread and payin bills. Spitting da truth vocalizing it truthly 6 in da truck but I'm still gone pack two with me killing deez tracks and doin it ruthlessly aint about money aint got shit to do with me. Doing it fluently doing it real. Keeping it true it real. Breaking off game cuz daz how I feel 18 now holding 18mill. Killing deez trax and still counting stax all still dress in black hataz still talkin smack. Soulja boy tellem yea soulja boy get em on top world don't know how to act. Chorus (JBar) What cha what cha know Bout my flow and my icy icy gold 28s on swole Music loud as it can go What cha what cha know Bout my shine and my struggle and my grind I work hard to get mine Man Respect a nigga grind Thanks to: http://www.freemusicdownloadsbox.com http://www.musicdownloadssearch.com
Fett's Vett lyrics by MC Chris Cruisin' Mos Espa In my Delorean. War's over I'm a peacetime Madalorian. My story has stumped Star Wars historians Deep in debate buffet plate at Bennigans! Rhyme renegade Sure to penetrate First and second defense--I won't hesitate Got a job to do when Darth's the guy that delegates Got something against Skywalker--someone he really hates. I don't give a fuck I'm after Solo For all I care he could be hiding at Yoda's dojo Got make the money Credit's no good When the Jawas run the shop in your neighborhood Think you can cook I got a grappling hook Let's make this quick cuz I'm really booked I'm a devious degenerate defender of the Devil Shut down all the trash compactors on the detention level! Chorus My backpack's got jets Well I'm Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hut To finance my Vette (wikkiwikkiwik) I chill in deep space A mask is over my face Well I deliver the prize but I still narrow my eyes Cuz my time I don't like to waste. Get down! I'm a question wrapped inside an enigma Get inside the Slave One find your homin' signal From Endor to Hoth, Ripley to Spock I'll find what you want, But there's gonna be a cost. Say, my name is Boba Fett I know my shit is tight. Start not acting in right, You're frozen in carbonite Got telescopic sight, Flame throwers on my wrist. You still don't get the jist? Spiked boots are made to kick. Targets are made to hit. You think I give a shit? Your mamma is a bitch! I'll see you in the Sarlaac pit! You just flipped my switch Integrity been dissed You scratchin on my itch You know I shoot the git Got bambinas at cantinas waitin to lick my lusty lips So I'll let you get back inside you're little space ship Give you a head start, Cuz I'm the sportin' kind Consider the starting line the sneaky smile I hide inside Hope you have hyper drive, Pray to stay alive Don't try to slip me a five Cuz I never take a bribe To the beat of a different drummer, Bad ass bounty hunter Let no man put asunder or else they be put under As in--six feet Got an Imperial fleet Backin' me up gonna blow up any attempt to defeat They gotta--Death Star Got four payments on my car Hand it over to Hammer Head At Mos Eisley Bar He used to carjack, Now he's a barback. Just goes to show how you can get back on the right track As for me that's not an option can't say that with more clarity Me going legit would be Jar Jar in speech therapy Chorus My backpack's got jets Well I'm Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hut To finance my Vette (wikkiwikkiwik) Well I chill in deep space A mask is over my face Well I deliver the prize but I still narrow my eyes Cuz my time I don't like to waste. Get down! Slice you open like a Taun Taun, Faster than the Autobahn Or a motorbike in Tron, Do the deed and then I'm gone Jabba has a hissyfit, Contact Calrissian Over a Colt, the plan unfolds, no politic is legit Back in the day When I was a slave Living live in the fast lane Like in a pod race Mean streak tweeked I became a basket case So this space ace split that place poste haste Took up a noble cause Called the Clone Wars Cuz life's not all about girls and cars Getting fucked up In fucked up bars See I'm not a retard Or gay like De Barge I'm large and in charge with a face so scarred A cold black heart that's been torn apart The Sith wish that they had a dick so hard Cuz it's long long ago in a pussy far far Call me master Cuz I'm faster than Pryor on fire I no longer have to hot wire I'm a hunter for hire with no plans to retire And all the sucka MC's can call me sire Chorus My backpack's got jets Well I'm Boba the Fett Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hut To finance my Vette
US5-Cruisin' [WITH LYRICS]!!!!
Rapping fast lol Verse 1 (Soulja Boy) I'm Easily rippin defensily grippin my pistol ya niggaz play tough but don't want it um poppin and cocking and locking game 2 zones for the free so um off of the chain. Double o see murder murder um urgess to kick in yo door wit da mafuckin pistols Um comin to get you we bustin no issue white wall on rims da same color of tissue. No kissing be me missing yo funeral dissing me daz a mistake so better not try it um startin a riot too fly like a pilot took off da jet without breakin no sweat. Niggaz be fakin and steady be hatin I'm breakin dey jaws just like we do laws and we triple da digits just like we inches da money keep comin and so do the bitches, and so do the snitches and riches and glitches. Just like its game I'm too hot like a flame and sayin no names cuz u kno u are. Bustin no fussin we spotted yo car. Cruising no losing and rolling dat better dope. 400ms got from interscope better do right cuz I'm colder dan coolio rippin dis up while I'm up in da studio. Moving so heavily slidin so steadily crew stackin figures u kno its a bet and the money is money let me dummies be dummies I'm stackin da bread to the day that I'm dead. They swear dat they robbin me bruh aint no stoppin me hustle philosophy got me dis guap. Sod money gang bringin da heavy flame put dat on GOD dat we stayin on top. Chorus (JBar) What cha what cha know Bout my flow and my icy icy gold 28s on swole Music loud as it can go What cha what cha know Bout my shine and my struggle and my grind I work hard to get mine Man Respect a nigga grind Verse 2 (Soulja Boy) Rippin and spittin and cruisin dis beat. Talkin that shit and get knocked off yo feet. Sod money gang staying too deep. Gettin no sleep, making a creep. Doube vendetta my crew stackin cheddar My click gettin better we changin da weather. Pedal to medal and ashes to dust 2 4 glocks in pot when I hop in da truck. Niggaz is hatin me but dat aint phasing me money money gottta get it. But it no stopping it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute. Soulja boy tell em I'm all about cheddar folk icey new chevy same color as antelope. I'm sick as a bitch and I'm holding da antidote. Gucci bandana man gucci bandana folk. Rushing and busting still flippin and dippin I'm still on a mission to stack up a bill. Money make problems aint none gonna solve em but breakin dis bread and payin bills. Spitting da truth vocalizing it truthly 6 in da truck but I'm still gone pack two with me killing deez tracks and doin it ruthlessly aint about money aint got shit to do with me. Doing it fluently doing it real. Keeping it true it real. Breaking off game cuz daz how I feel 18 now holding 18mill. Killing deez trax and still counting stax all still dress in black hataz still talkin smack. Soulja boy tellem yea soulja boy get em on top world don't know how to act. Chorus (JBar) What cha what cha know Bout my flow and my icy icy gold 28s on swole Music loud as it can go What cha what cha know Bout my shine and my struggle and my grind I work hard to get mine Man Respect a nigga grind
Song Download: http://www.zshare.net/audio/54206032bc996590/ -------------------------------------- Soulja Boy ft.JBar - What You Know Verse 1 (Soulja Boy) I'm Easily rippin defensily grippin my pistol ya niggaz play tough but don't want it um poppin and cocking and locking game 2 zones for the free so um off of the chain. Double o see murder murder um urgess to kick in yo door wit da mafuckin pistols Um comin to get you we bustin no issue white wall on rims da same color of tissue. No kissing be me missing yo funeral dissing me daz a mistake so better not try it um startin a riot too fly like a pilot took off da jet without breakin no sweat. Niggaz be fakin and steady be hatin I'm breakin dey jaws just like we do laws and we triple da digits just like we inches da money keep comin and so do the bitches, and so do the snitches and riches and glitches. Just like its game I'm too hot like a flame and sayin no names cuz u kno u are. Bustin no fussin we spotted yo car. Cruising no losing and rolling dat better dope. 400ms got from interscope better do right cuz I'm colder dan coolio rippin dis up while I'm up in da studio. Moving so heavily slidin so steadily crew stackin figures u kno its a bet and the money is money let me dummies be dummies I'm stackin da bread to the day that I'm dead. They swear dat they robbin me bruh aint no stoppin me hustle philosophy got me dis guap. Sod money gang bringin da heavy flame put dat on GOD dat we stayin on top. Chorus (JBar) What cha what cha know Bout my flow and my icy icy gold 28s on swole Music loud as it can go What cha what cha know Bout my shine and my struggle and my grind I work hard to get mine Man Respect a nigga grind Verse 2 (Soulja Boy) Rippin and spittin and cruisin dis beat. Talkin that shit and get knocked off yo feet. Sod money gang staying too deep. Gettin no sleep, making a creep. Doube vendetta my crew stackin cheddar My click gettin better we changin da weather. Pedal to medal and ashes to dust 2 4 glocks in pot when I hop in da truck. Niggaz is hatin me but dat aint phasing me money money gottta get it. But it no stopping it and glock and um cocking it gettin hot by da minute. Soulja boy tell em I'm all about cheddar folk icey new chevy same color as antelope. I'm sick as a bitch and I'm holding da antidote. Gucci bandana man gucci bandana folk. Rushing and busting still flippin and dippin I'm still on a mission to stack up a bill. Money make problems aint none gonna solve em but breakin dis bread and payin bills. Spitting da truth vocalizing it truthly 6 in da truck but I'm still gone pack two with me killing deez tracks and doin it ruthlessly aint about money aint got shit to do with me. Doing it fluently doing it real. Keeping it true it real. Breaking off game cuz daz how I feel 18 now holding 18mill. Killing deez trax and still counting stax all still dress in black hataz still talkin smack. Soulja boy tellem yea soulja boy get em on top world don't know how to act. Chorus (JBar) What cha what cha know Bout my flow and my icy icy gold 28s on swole Music loud as it can go What cha what cha know Bout my shine and my struggle and my grind I work hard to get mine Man Respect a nigga grind SONG FADES..
This ain't nothing but a summer jam Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa! This ain't nothing but a summer jam We're gonna party as much as we can Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah Summer jam alright Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah Tonight hotties wearing "Prada"-skirts Real tight temperature is rising Feelin' real hot in the heat of the night Midnight the party won't stop until the morning light I'm skopin' out the hotties with the light eyes Be with me tonight Can't get you outta my mind I can't lie Cause a girl like you is so hard to find I'm waiting for the day to make you mine Cause I can't take it This ain't nothing but a summer jam Bronze skin and cinnamon tans whoa! This ain't nothing but a summer jam We're gonna party as much as we can Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah Summer jam alright Hey-yeah, ooh, hey-yeah Moonlight cruisin' down the boulevard Strobe lights watching you your body's tight Alright looking kinda freaky to me Can't get you out of my mind I can't lie Cause a girl like you is so hard to find I'm waiting for the day to make you mine Cause I can't take it This ain't nothing but a summer jam Brown skin and cinnamon tans This ain't nothing but a summer jam We're gonna party as much as we can Hey-yeah ooh hey-yeah Summer jam alright Hey-yeah ooh hey yeah This ain't nothing but a summer jam Brown skin and cinnamon tans This ain't nothing but a summer jam We're gonna party as much as we can This ain't nothing but a summer jam Brown skin and cinnamon tans This ain't nothing but a summer jam We're gonna party as much as we can Hey-yeah ooh hey-yeah Summer jam alright Hey-yeah ooh hey yeah Summer jam alright
1987 Def Jam Recordings. From "Yo! Bum rush the show" (1st P.E. record) Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers - object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one - son of a gun Drivin' by - wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun - never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke - all they did was choke Look at my spokes - you know I'm no joke Out that window - middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Chorus: Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours (x2) Pullin' away - every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid - on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber - fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back - trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go - my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin' too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang - 'cause I'm feelin' proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Chorus (x2) Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it - the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail - better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window - so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Chorus (x2) Understand - I don't drive drunk My 98's fly - I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket - go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt - line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' - what's up Gun in my chest - I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside - got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold - ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like...
Thank you to MSS12000 for posting the male part of Cruising (Paltrow and Lewis)!!! Had a good time with this one:) Cruisin Lyrics Baby let's cruise, away from here Don't be confused, the way is clear & if you want it you got it forever This is not a one night stand, baby, yeah so Let the music take your mind, ooh Just release & you will find You're gonna fly away Glad you're goin' my way I love it when we're cruisin' together The music is played for love, Cruisin' is made for love I love it when we're cruisin' together Baby tonight belongs to us Everything's right, do what you must & inch by inch we get closer & closer To every little part of each other ooh baby, yeah So Let the music take your mind Just release & you will find You're gonna fly away Glad you're going my way I love it when we're cruisin' together The music is played for love, Cruisin' is made for love I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruise with me baby Cruise Baby let's cruise Let's flow, let's glide Ooooh let's open up, & go inside & if you want it you got it forever I can just stay there inside you & love you baby, Let the music, take your mind Just release & you will find You're gonna fly (away) Yeah, I'm glad you're going my way I love it, when we're cruisin together The music is played for love, Cruisin' is made for (love) I love it, I love it, I love it You're gonna fly away Yeah, glad you're going my way I love it when we're cruisin' together (The music is played for love) It's love music (Cruisin' is made for love) ...& fade
G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know Ya (ft. Joe) -------------------- [Intro/Chorus: Joe] I wanna get to know ya I really wanna thug you, baby One dose of your lovin I know it gon' drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my lovin I know it gon' drive you, crazy [Verse One: Young Buck] I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?) She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy [Chorus] [Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with a friend And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain? Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY [Chorus] [Verse Thre: 50 Cent] Yeah Don't know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right? Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you Cause to me some bunny's gon' hate you that never saw you C'mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night [Chorus]
My attempt at the male part of this duet version between Gwyneth Paltrow and Huey Lewis from the movie Duets. Pardon the one high note... :P Thanks to RVW33 for the suggestion. Here is my duet with her: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vb_QCAYed5M Lyrics: Baby let's cruise Away from here Don't be confused The way is clear And if you want it you got it forever This is not a one-night stand, baby, so... Let the music take your mind Just release and you will find Chorus: You're gonna fly away Glad you're going my way I love it when we're cruisin together Music is played for love Cruisin it made for love I love it when we're cruisin together Baby tonight Belongs to us Everything is right Do what you must And inch by inch we get closer and closer To every little part of each other, ooh baby, yeah, so... Let the music take your mind Just release and you will find Repeat chorus Cruise with me baby Ooh, ooh Ohh, ooh Oh baby let's cruise Let's float, lets glide Ohh let's open up and go inside And if you want it you got it forever I could just stay here beside you and love you baby So... Let the music take your mind Just release and you will find Repeat chorus (2x) (to fade)
Excerpt
...is it was drug influenced/They ain’t gon’ understand what this nigga was doin’/How he made me drive fast when I shoulda been cruisin’…” Defense: Once again, let the record show that this unnamed gentleman influenced how the events of the night took place....
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Venom In the streets im peepin game i cant trust you, no no all up in my biness mayne i stay on the low low say they really really fake cant mess wit you no mo closest people to you hate so i be rollin solo im creepin on the low low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low mo money yeah mo problems what biggy said it look like it true used to be my homeboy but now im payed so they tryna sue my garage got jaguars my garage look like a zoo middle finger up for the haters hope the hater here isnt you super cool, thats real cool you can feel like you gotta friend but i aint trusing my money counter and thats the reason i count again you saw the forbes (yeah) im suspicious thinking everybody wanna take my riches cant take my money out my account cos my bank teller get motion sickness back and forth, b-back and forth from in the streets or right back in court candy car built like a tank and my crib built like a fort lets go to war i aint George bush i promise yall im gon be prepared cos i aint trusting my weapon either and thats the reason i keep a spare In the streets im peepin game i cant trust you, no no all up in my biness mayne i stay on the low low say they really really fake cant mess wit you no mo closest people to you hate so i be rollin solo im creepin on the low low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low I aint hangin with none of yall outcast like 3000 win the grammy thing guard the family and all of you gon leave out if you dont like it then peace out look around and i see doubt i been known to get to the presidents like barack is on speed dial yeah its all about me now dont want ya and dont need ya you dont grind and get to the money and you aint hungry i wont feed ya i aint hangin with no hater no faker no diva i knew it big and they say they did and tryna take my credit like stole visa if its lonely at the top (top) rather be alone cos the closest people to ya the ones who guna do ya wrong backstabbing me for a broad i promise that i will lose no sleep cos jenny crank can be your freak but my bank account gon stay obese In the streets im peepin game i cant trust you, no no all up in my biness mayne i stay on the low low say they really really fake cant mess wit you no mo closest people to you hate so i be rollin solo im creepin on the low low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low (Ludacris) I be, creeping lower than low light another blunt im smoking the dro choking, loking, never provoke him and a drunk will get popped and ill open the do lungs full of smoke that means slower than slow feel like im trapped and theres nowhere to go so i, just pull out the bazooka (blah) put a fuckin hole in the flo Luda! Im so dope wid the flow trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla ???? how much would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood gripping on the wheel turn it turn it blow another stack i earned it earned it blow another ??? pull another tram light another blunt burn it burn it flame it up hear my flow, i changed it up everybody grab your gats and hold em, load, sock em, lock em, cock em and aim it up bang it up off in the sky catch me rollin off in the ride 26 inches leave em defenceless 45 always tucked in the side open your eyes see me cruisin cos i keep winning and these boys keep losing plus im, the pimp of the year playas is hatin and hos is choosing look at all the hos you losing then look at all the game i got and you can catch me creepin on the low low luda ridin solo, beatin the block! In the streets im peepin game i cant trust you, no no all up in my biness mayne i stay on the low low say they really really fake cant mess wit you no mo closest people to you hate so i be rollin solo im creepin on the low low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low
LYRICS Here we go again Cruisin in the right side of town Where the chicks taste like candy, but all the guys look like clowns Yea! Here's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna get and fix some of the best Driving by in my Porscha, down in the roadhouse to get us some Love Fist fury, we're just getting pussy Our love rockets are too aroused The girls are going crazy cause we ain't getting lazy Shooting love fist fuel all around Six A. M. on the morning after the beast rest up for awhile Last night saw some ugly fighting brawl Because the badge mustn't want us in town I said "come on guys chill for awhile, join us in our Fist world" Thank god the badge chose the Love Fist for a drunken crazy wild Love Fist fury, checkin out all the pussy Let your love rockets do all the rounds The girls are going crazy, tonight is getting hazy Shooting love fist fuel from their mouths Love Fist fury, we're just getting pussy Our love rockets are too aroused The girls are going crazy cause we ain't getting lazy Shooting love fist fuel all around Love Fist fury, we're just getting pussy Our love rockets are too aroused The girls are going crazy cause we ain't getting lazy Shooting love fist fuel all around Love Fist fury, we're just getting pussy Our love rockets are too aroused The girls are going crazy cause we ain't getting lazy Shooting love fist fuel all around Love Fist fury, we're just getting pussy Our love rockets are too aroused The girls are going crazy cause we ain't getting lazy Shooting love fist fuel all around
US5 - Cruisn´ (Around The World) + LYRICS
CHAMILLIONAIRE Ft. LUDACRIS - CREEPIN [SOLO] off the VENOM ALBUM Venom [Chorus] In the streets, I'm peepin' game I can't trust you, no no All up in my business, mayne I stay on the low-low Say they really, really fake Can't mess wit' you no mo' Closest people to you hate So I be rollin' solo I'm creepin' on the low-low Creepin' on the low-low Creepin on the low-low I be rollin', I be rollin' solo I'm creepin' on the low Creepin' on the low-;ow Creepin' on the low-low I be rollin', I be rollin' solo I'm creepin' on the low Mo' money, yeah, mo' problems What Biggie said it look like it true Used to be my homeboy But now I'm paid so they tryna sue My garage got Jaguars My garage look like a zoo Middle finger up for the haters Hope the hater here isn't you Super-cool, that's real cool You can feel like you gotta friend But I ain't trusting my money counter And that's the reason I count again You saw the Forbes (yeah) I'm suspicious Thinking everybody wanna take my riches Can't take my money out my account 'cuz my bank teller get motion sickness Back and forth, b-back back and forth From in the streets or right back in court Candy car built like a tank And my crib built like a fort Let's go to war I ain't George Bush I promise ya'll I'm gon' be prepared 'cuz I ain't trusting my weapon either And that's the reason I keep a spare [Chorus] I ain't hangin' with none of ya'll outcast like three thou Win a grammy, thank God and family And all of y'all I'm gon' leave out If you don't like it, then peace out Look around and I see doubt I been known to get to the presidents like Barack is on speed-dial Yeah, it's all about me now Don't want ya and don't need ya You don't grind and get to the money And you ain't hungry, I won't feed ya I ain't hangin' with no hater No faker No diva I do it big and they say they did And tryna take my credit like stole Visa If it's lonely at the top (top), I'd rather be alone 'cuz the closest people to ya The ones who gonna do ya wrong Backstabbing me for a broad I promise that I will lose no sleep 'cause Jenny Craig can be your freak But my bank account gon' stay obese [Chorus] (Ludacris) I be, creeping lower than low Light another blunt, I'm smoking the dro Chokin', lokin', never provoke him And a drunk'll get popped and I'll open the do' Lungs full of smoke That means slower than slow Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah) Put a f**kin' hole in the flo' Luda! I'm so dope wit' the flow Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good How much wood could a wood chuck chuck If a wood chuck could chuck wood Grippin' on the wheel Turn it, turn it Blow another stack I earned it, earned it Blow another amp Pull another tramp Light another blunt Burn it, burn it Flame it up, hear my flow, I changed it up Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, cock 'em and aim it up Bang it up, off in the sky Catch me rollin' off in the ride 26 inches Leave 'em defenseless 45 always tucked in the side Open your eyes, see me cruisin' 'cuz I keep winning and these boys keep losing Plus I'm, the pimp of the year Playas is hatin' and hoes is choosing Look at all the hoes you losing Then look at all the game I got And you can catch me creepin' on the low-low Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the block! [Chorus]
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lyric credit: yg_bigbang @ livejournal verse 1 everything... ain't a thing without you here in my life (you sexy hottie - you got that body - you make things right) ain't a dream... 'cause the way you hold me hits deep inside (so sweet like honey - right on the money - blowin' my mind) everyday as i wake i'm whole you got me feelin' so fresh and good to go my friends think that i'm crazy, yo well, i'm about to get crazy some more 'cause every little thing you do turns me on (you turn me on) and everytime you speak you touch my soul (you touch my soul girl) it's everybody's dream to be in love for oh so long (just want your body on my body body) girl anything you need is in these open arms (these open arms girl) we'll fly together free wherever you want (wherever you want) 'cause you're my everything (my everything) every single thing (every single thing) everything (oh oh oh oh oh) verse 2 let it rain (pour down your love)... wanna take you on a special joyride (you sexy hottie - you got that body - you make things right) that's the way... in the mornin' afternoon and the night (so sweet like honey - right on the money - blowin' my mind) everyday as i wake i'm whole you got me feelin' so fresh and good to go my friends think that i'm crazy, yo well, i'm about to get crazy some more ::hook2 (repeat) yo yo yo, just me and my honey she's my one and only baby likes to do her thang what you talkin' 'bout homie if you didn't know me T-O-P got that bang and it's bigger, see me when i shoot lyics pull the trigger many wanna rock this but they can't figure what it's all about no doubt steady dedicated to my girl gotta give a shout yo, that's word, ya heard she's mine every little thing she do so fly 'specially when she rock the gucci lookin' mad juicy definitely one of a kind that's right i'ma be by her side (do or die) and i'ma keep it real tight (really tight) as ong as i be the GD she's gon' be my sweety every single day and night for the rest of our lives ::bridge:: baby girl just let your worries go free, oh from here on out we cruisin' in luxury, yeah we're gonna take it to the next century and forever that's how we roll, 'cause everything ::hook2 (repeat)::
HQ Link: http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=q8AMU8LY8WQ&fmt=18 Cruising lyrics: Nalin & Kane vs Denis the Menace - Cruising yeah lets go to the beach..... i feel the breeze my top is down and all i do is ride around and where i go i just dont care a place to chill to get away i take it day by day no work or play no where to stay and i just need to clear my mind to find my role in space and time im just cruisin' and i wonder if ill ever find my way ? im just cruisin' down this highway of life and im looking for a place where i can hide away just cruisin' just cruisin' two months and now i take it slow im in my flow so i can find the fields of joy where life is peace where i can safely rest my soul the sun is glowing winds keep blowing im still growing and i try to do the best i can go down this road is there a plan im just cruisin' just cruisin' im just cruisin' and i wonder if ill ever find my way ? im just cruisin' down this highway of life and im looking for a place where i can hide away da...de...dah...da..... da...de...dah...da..... just cruisin' just cruisin' im just cruisin' and i wonder if ill ever find my way ? im just cruisin' down this highway of life and im looking for a place i can hide away da...de...dah...da..... da...de...dah...da..... LYRICS 2ND SONG There's a broken lie, Giving me some time. Does it much to say' I'm wakin' up again, I'm wakin' up again. I can tow myself, I see someone else, I'm wakin' up again, Wakin' up again. Sometimes I feel you, Sometimes I see you, I'm wakin' up again, I'm wakin' up again. Special thanks to MistressTrance for sending me this lyrics...really nice of you!!
The late, but great, Big Pun RIP with Fat Joe and Snoop Dogg [Big Punisher] Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Beatles' with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin spaghetti Everybody kiss the fuckin floor, Joey Crack, buck em all If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily [Fat Joe] It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake Smack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight [Big Punisher] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children like Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillin Insanity's building up pavillion in my civilian The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealing A villain without remorse, who's willing to out your boss Forever and take all the cheddar like child support [Fat Joe] I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves My brother from another mother sent from the above A thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be Even better leavin niggaz kneelin on they right knee [Big Punisher] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture You small change, I'm blowin out your brains gettin richer [Fat Joe] Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what? You gettin stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck! [Big Punisher] Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Cash Rules' Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through [Fat Joe] That's true, so who the next to get it? TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it) [Chorus: Pun, Joe] [Pun] And it's [Joe] Here, and you don't stop! [Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop! [Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop! [Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot [Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop! [Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop! [Big Punisher] Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take em feet first through the morgue, then launch em in the T-bird The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased Supposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl Black Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it real You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it Peep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it [Fat Joe] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena Kickin ass as I blast off heat, and you never see me talk to police, so you should know that I really don't care Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there So beware it's rare that niggaz want beef, Big Pun speak and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets [Big Punisher] Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricans known for slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin, no relaxin Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes Three techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask us Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars Fill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers Better acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down [Fat Joe] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine everytime plus I'm the crime boss of New York When we talk to walk the walk all my niggaz carry chalk and stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want it go and get it set it baby and I'ma bury ya So remember the Squad that I'm reppin I pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggaz till it's armaggedeon [Chorus 2X (to fade)]
"93.5 K-DAY, givin you the taste of good life, your girl Yo-Yo. Should I say is it still all good? Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles, Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15 this morning. As a result of the ongoing feud between East and West coast, the tragic death of Tupac Shakur who was gunned down in Las Vegas just six months earlier, our prayers go out to the families." "Westside Radio, Julio G. A sad day today for the West coast; we lost an icon y'all. Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PM, Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications from AIDS. A definite West coast legend, brought you N.W.A., brought you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C., and the list goes on. We definitely gon' miss you Eazy." [The Game - impersonating 2Pac] Picture me rollin in that black B-M-dub, headed to the club Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all rimmed up Shinin with the big homie, five-car caravan Ridin shotgun, put that chronic smoke in the air "Me Against the World" is what I told my foes So it's me against the world, 'til they poke them hoes Leanin out the window, flickin ashes off the indo Throwin up Westside, I see, some of my kinfolk Pull that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she know I'm feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in that casino But f**k it it's Death Row - the big homie never told me that my next blow could be my f**kin death blow Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know I ain't got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo' Before I can let the smoke out, niggaz let twenty go The thirteen that hit the car was through the passenger do' Now come wit it [Chorus: Latoya Williams] Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends) Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends) Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends) Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (I will always keep you near) [The Game - impersonating Notorious B.I.G.] I love it when they call me Big Popp-a I only smoke blunts if they roll prop-a Look I gots ta, catch the first thing smokin in Cali And hit one of my bitches in the valley Gotta call my nigga Sean, tell him reserve the don Tell him to get the chron' and the teflon I think they trippin off the homie gettin shot But God bless his soul, Lord know it wasn't Pop or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the f**kin truck We 'bout to hit the Wilshire district, get f**ked up Pop mad bottles son, twist up the Phillies I'm thinkin 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is lookin silly If this was Blook-lyn I would up the 9-milli But f**k it we to the truck, roll the dutch, we out of Phillies Hop in the front seat, of that dark green Suburban Heard another car swervin, gunshots close the curtains; Biggie! [Chorus] [The Game - impersonating Eazy-E] Layin in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I can't talk Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk IV's in my arm, my wife Tomica at my legs (Ruthless), I mean Records, we got married on my deathbed I could hear Jerry Heller in the hall But I couldn't hear Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all Through all the bullshit them niggaz was my dawgs Niggaz With Attitudes spraypainted on the walls I'm flatlinin, it's bad timin (Straight Outta Compton), the king of gangsta rap's dyin Cause of death, the AIDS virus Conspiracy, I guess the government just hate violence They thought my group influenced the L.A. riots Woulda been here to see my kids grow, if I stayed quiet Took 12 years for a real nigga to break silence Eazy I had to let 'em know You could catch me, cruisin down the street in my six-fo' [Chorus]
Get, get, get drunk let`s.........Get, get, get drunk let`s ...... Chorus: California show me love Get buzzed let`s get fucked up California throw it up Get buzzed let`s get fucked up California show me love get buzzed let`s get fucked up California So high we'll ride all night Comin` straight out of Cali, the 818 valley, 323 fuckin` horse nut alley. And from Highland to Clayton, all these bitch's are hatin`, Cuz the shit that we're sayin`, but it`s our shit that they're playin`. If we don`t make it we'll take it, if it ain`t real then we'll fake it, Open your mouth and I'll break it, don`t give a fuck if you hate it. We're lookin` for the six chicks, down with the six dicks, Rollin` on 10's getting` buzzed its ridiculous. Horny like a sickness, quickies with the quickness, pussy like it`s business Work it like it`s fitness. Listen while I spit this, game at all these bitches, now I`m gonna hit this and fuck it till I`m dickless..... (Chorus) Let`s get the girls to the front, put the slut in the back, Let`s push them all together now, let`s put them on our laps. Alcohol and drugs, and California love, they got me ready to party, all this weed n` Bacardi. From the north to the south, this state`s all about, silicone lips and all the fake tits. California girls, best in the world, best in the back seat, so let`s get fuckin` nasty. I`m a pirate on the streets of Ca..California, movin` and cruisin`, We're boozing` all night till the morning`. So from dusk till dawn you know Undead is always on, hit it once like a bong, Hit it twice and then I`m gone ...... (Chorus) .. All night till the morning You don`t wanna step on up, We leave the club fucked up. C`mon down and say wussup, Don`t front cuz I ain`t buzzed. Johnny`s here to fuck you up, J-Dog pass the 40 up. You know I'll be here all night, And Undead till the day we die...... (Chorus) Get, get, get drunk let`s..... get buzzed let`s get fucked up....... So high we'll ride all night WWW.HOLLYWOODUNDEAD.COM http://www.myspace.com/hollywoodundead GO BUY THE CD "Swan Songs" NOW!!!! The Best Fuckin Band Out! New Tour Dates up! Go check their website and Myspace peeps!
Rate And Comment Thanks, These Lyrics Are From Someone Else But They're OK: Oh! Shake it, baby! Funny Man! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Los Angeles! Undead, let's go! 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho Who dat, who dat, knockin' on the window? It's Funny, JDog, smokin' up the endo Windows down, you know the system's bangin' Hollywood Undead, I ain't playin' Cruisin' downtown with the bottle beside me Lookin' so fly I got bitches behind me Yo I'm in the studio makin' something to dance too Cause these bitches wanna hear something they can shake their ass to We up in LA represent Hollywood West side 'till I die, muthaf**ka what's good? So what's good with that, when this song's a rap Deuce in the studio, got bitches in the back Smoked out, backseat, dippin' in the taxi So what'cha gonna do when I knock you out foo? Keep it the same, you know Undead is the name Say what you say, it's okay, we ain't never gonna change 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like you ain't a ho Everybody in the club shake it up! LA let me see you shake it up! Hollywood let me see you shake it up! Everybody shake it up, come one, shake it baby! I ain't f**kin' around 'cause King Kong is down Crystal, shake it up, we all ova this town So let's cruise to the Boulevard into the Beauty Bar Let me see you work that ass, come on and shake it fast Two whiskey hits, JDogs giving shots in the back So where my boys at? There goes Johnny 3 cruisin' in the Cadillac '63 no (?) and that's a fact! When you see me on the scene; black shirt, black jeans, tattoos, white shoes Runnin' 30 deep foo! In the city of LA where it's just another day Shooting craps with the Phantom Dude thinks he's getting paid! We ain't here to front, we ain't here to beef We're just here to get you out of yo muthaf**kin' seat And you don't really wanna step to this Funny Man, Undead, and we rock it like what? 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho HAHA! Oh shit! What's really goin' on baby? What's happenin' bad boy, you know who this is! It's the Funny Man AKA King Kong! Oh, yo Dave! Dickey Dave! F**k you, bitch! You got yo face pimped! Holla! Oh wait, gotta go! Charlie's hittin' me up! Peace, bitch!
*LYRICS* Oh! Shake it, baby! Funny Man! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Los Angeles! Undead, let's go! 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho Who dat, who dat, knockin' on the window? It's Funny, JDog, smokin' up the endo Windows down, you know the system's bangin' Hollywood Undead, I ain't playin' Cruisin' downtown with the bottle beside me Lookin' so fly I got bitches behind me Yo I'm in the studio makin' something to dance too Cause these bitches wanna hear something they can shake their ass to We up in LA represent Hollywood West side 'till I die, muthaf**ka what's good? So what's good with that, when this song's a rap Deuce in the studio, got bitches in the back Smoked out, backseat, dippin' in the taxi So what'cha gonna do when I knock you out foo? Keep it the same, you know Undead is the name Say what you say, it's okay, we ain't never gonna change 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho Everybody in the club shake it up! LA let me see you shake it up! Hollywood let me see you shake it up! Everybody shake it up, come one, shake it baby! I ain't f**kin' around 'cause King Kong is down Crystal, shake it up, we all ova this town So let's cruise to the Boulevard into the Beauty Bar Let me see you work that ass, come on and shake it fast Two whiskey hits, JDogs giving shots in the back So where my boys at? There goes Johnny 3 cruisin' in the Cadillac '63 no (?) and that's a fact! When you see me on the scene; black shirt, black jeans, tattoos, white shoes Runnin' 30 deep foo! In the city of LA where it's just another day Shooting craps with the Phantom Dude thinks he's getting paid! We ain't here to front, we ain't here to beef We're just here to get you out of yo muthaf**kin' seat And you don't really wanna step to this Funny Man, Undead, and we rock it like what? 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho HAHA! Oh shit! What's really goin' on baby? What's happenin' bad boy, you know who this is! It's the Funny Man AKA King Kong! Oh, yo Dave! Dickey Dave! Fuck you, bitch! You got yo face pimped! Holla! Oh wait, gotta go! Charlie's hittin' me up! Peace, bitch!
Download: http://rapidshare.com/files/142217371/04-hollywood_undead-no_other_place.mp3.html Lyrics: Oh! Shake it, baby! Funny Man! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Los Angeles! Undead, let's go! 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho Who dat, who dat, knockin' on the window? It's Funny, JDog, smokin' up the endo Windows down, you know the system's bangin' Hollywood Undead, I ain't playin' Cruisin' downtown with the bottle beside me Lookin' so fly I got bitches behind me Yo I'm in the studio makin' something to dance too Cause these bitches wanna hear something they can shake their ass to We up in LA represent Hollywood West side 'till I die, muthaf**ka what's good? So what's good with that, when this song's a rap Deuce in the studio, got bitches in the back Smoked out, backseat, dippin' in the taxi So what'cha gonna do when I knock you out foo? Keep it the same, you know Undead is the name Say what you say, it's okay, we ain't never gonna change 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho Everybody in the club shake it up! LA let me see you shake it up! Hollywood let me see you shake it up! Everybody shake it up, come one, shake it baby! I ain't f**kin' around 'cause King Kong is down Crystal, shake it up, we all ova this town So let's cruise to the Boulevard into the Beauty Bar Let me see you work that ass, come on and shake it fast Two whiskey hits, JDogs giving shots in the back So where my boys at? There goes Johnny 3 cruisin' in the Cadillac '63 no (?) and that's a fact! When you see me on the scene; black shirt, black jeans, tattoos, white shoes Runnin' 30 deep foo! In the city of LA where it's just another day Shooting craps with the Phantom Dude thinks he's getting paid! We ain't here to front, we ain't here to beef We're just here to get you out of yo muthaf**kin' seat And you don't really wanna step to this Funny Man, Undead, and we rock it like what? 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho There's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles Come on, shake it, baby Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo' You've got a fatass, but you shake it like ain't a ho HAHA! Oh shit! What's really goin' on baby? What's happenin' bad boy, you know who this is! It's the Funny Man AKA King Kong! Oh, yo Dave! Dickey Dave! F**k you, bitch! You got yo face pimped! Holla! Oh wait, gotta go! Charlie's hittin' me up! Peace, bitch!
The Game -- L.A.X. -- NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE ft. LATOYA WILLIAMS LYRICS: Picture me rollin' in that B M dub Headed to the club Fresh out the Tyson fight Beamer all rimmed up Shinin' with the big homie five car caravan Ridin' shotgun put that chronic smoke in the air Me against the world is what I told my foes So it's me against the world til' they poke them hoes Leanin' out the window Flickin' ashes of the endo Throwin' up westside I see one of my kinfolk Pull that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she knows I'm feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in the casino But fuck it it's deathrow The big homie never told me that my next blow would be my fuckin death blow Tell Kadada I'm not ready I ain't even let my momma know I aint got no kids I'm only 24 Before I could let the smoke out niggas let 20 go The 13 that hit the car went through the passenger door (Chorus) (Latoya Williams) Never can say goodbye Never can say goodbye to my friends (X4) I love it when they call me big poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa' Look I gots tah' catch the first thing smokin' the Cali And hit one of my bitches in the valley Gotta call my nigga Sean Tell him reserve the Don Tell him to get the chron and the teflon I think they trippin' off the homie gettin shot But God bless his soul lord know it wasn't pop or the Mafia Kim tell Cease get the fuckin' truck We 'bout to hit the Wolersheim district get fucked up Pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies I'm thinkin' 'bout Tiana these niggas is lookin silly If this was Brooklyn I would 'ump the 9 milli But fuck it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies Hop in the front seat of that dark green Suburban Heard another car swervin' Gun shots closed my curtains Biggie (Chorus) (Latoya Williams) Never can say goodbye Never can say goodbye to my friends (X4) Layin' in this hospital bed with bronchitus I can't talk Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk I.V.'s in my arm my wife Tomika at my legs Ruthless I mean records we got married on my death bed I can hear Jerry Heller in the hall But I couldn't hear Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all Through all the bullshit them niggas were my dogs Niggas wit' attitude spray painted on the walls I'm flat linin' it's bad timin' Straight outta compton the king of gangsta raps dyin' Cause of death the AIDs virus Conspiricy I guess the Government just hates violence They thought my group influenced the L.A. riots Woulda been here to see my kids grow if I stayed quiet Took 12 years for a real nigga to break silence Easy I had to let em know You could catch me cruisin down the street in my 64 (Chorus) (Latoya Williams) Never can say goodbye Never can say goodbye to my friends (X4)
[Verse 1:] I use to think fucking up was cool, loved ditchin' till I didn't pass high school. My dad always said it's easier to keep up, then it is to catch up, but all I did was mess up. Roll around the streets, get drunk and shoplift. Freestyle me, while I continue to bullshit. A teenage life, when you think you know everything, about everything, and don't know a damn thing. Hit the shaw, liquor, bank, then the gas station. Get to duckin', when they buckin', gang altercation. We scatter, then come right back. Shit riskin' all odds, we never saw it like that. Few blocks down the street, couple fools get capped, Nigga bullets ain't pick-y, could of been a wrap. It never hits home, till your homie get clapped, you at the funeral with tears, sayin to yourself "you gotta' grow up" [Chorus: x16] You ain't a kid no more, I think it's time to grow, homie you better know, you know it's time to grow, Cause nigga you to grown, go out and get your own, those childish ways are gone, I think you better grow up [Verse 2:] You got a Bentley, but can't keep gasin' it. A Guchi wallet, but ain't got cash in it. Go out to eat, it's your treat, but at the last minute, say you forgot it, never had it, won't ever spend it. Now that's an intresting thang, cause in your video, your having so much blang. A few days ago I eard you pawned that chain. Instead of coppin' that, you should of copped the food chain. V-necks, mohawks, just ain't me. Shit barely look right on Mr.T. Your biker chains, designer shades, just ain't right, especially when you can't breathe, cause your pants to tight. Whack beats, catchy hooks, and little ass kids. Add a dance to it, and it's gone be big. It's all fall, and eveything to flip flop. You wanna save Hip Hop rappers, then you gotta grow up. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Niggas still cruisin' Crenshaw & 36. Your wife at home, your wasting gas, tryin' to bust a bitch. At the club, acting young, wearing the wrong shit. Think your Chris Brown, but you look like keep sweat(?) bitch. Ain'y you got kids to raise? Instead of acting liek him nigga, act your age. Why you wearing a wave cap that ain't got waves? Wear that shit out in public, andon church days. And God damn niggas, pull up your pants. Got your draws all out, what you wanna stripdance? And homeboy, what you doing in the 5X, You ain't that big, shits lookin' like a dress. You bought an Iphone, but live in ya mama home. Got to wait till shes asleep, before you can bone. You grown, you know your wrong. But either way, someday homeboy you know you gotta grow up. [Chorus]
the song rock the casbah enjoy=][[lyrics]] Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The sheik he drove his Cadillac He went a' cruisin' down the ville The muezzin was a' standing On the radiator grille CHORUS Sharif don't like it Rockin the casbah Rock the casbah Sharif don't like it Rockin the Casbah Rock the Casbah By order of the prophet We ban that boogie sound Degenerate the faithful With that crazy Casbah sound But the Bedouin they brought out The electric kettle drum The local guitar picker Got his guitar picking thumb As soon as the sherif Had cleared the square They began to wail CHORUS Now over at the temple Oh! They really pack 'em in The in crowd say it's cool To dig this chanting thing But as the wind changed direction The temple band took five The crowd caught a wiff Of that crazy Casbah jive CHORUS The king called up his jet fighters He said you better earn your pay Drop your bombs between the minarets Down the Casbah way As soon as Sharif was Chauffeured outta there The jet pilots tuned to The cockpit radio blare As soon as Sharif was Outta their hair The jet pilots wailed Chorus Sharif don't like it Rock the casbah (He thinks it's not kosher) Rock the casbah Sharif don't like it Rock the Casbah (Fundamentally he can't take it.) Rock the Casbah Sharif don't like it Rock the Casbah (You know he really hates it.) Rock the Casbah
lyrics: (LAUGHS) "aiyo, man you remember that shit Eazy did a while back muthafuckaz said wasnt gonna work (that crazy shit) stupid shit man, aiyo Eazy why dont you come out from the piano and bust this crazy shit" woke up quick, at about noon jus' thought that i had to be in compton soon i gotta get drunk before the day begins before my mother starts bitchin about ma friends about to go and damn near went blind young niggaz at the path throwin up gang signs ran in the house, and grabbed ma clip wit the mack 10 on the side of ma hip bailed outside and pointed ma weapon just as i thought the fools kept steppin jumped in the fo' hit the juice on ma ride i got front back, and side to side then i let the alpine play (play) pumpin new shit by NWA it was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list then i played my own shit and it went somethin' like this cruisin down the street in my six-fo'' jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes went to the park to get the scoop knuckleheads out there cold, shootin some hoops a car pulls up, who can it be a fresh El Camino rollin kilo G he rolled down his window and he started to say its all about makin that G.T.A. (CHORUS) coz the boys in the hood are always hard you come talkin that trash, we'll pull ya card knowin' nutin in life but to be legit' dont quote me boy coz i aint said shit (SCRATCHES) yo man "Get the fuck out" (SCRATCHES) pump that beat "muthafucka, say what" Down on B's is the place to give me the pace he said ma man J.D. is on freebase the boy J.D. was a friend of mine 'till i caught him in my car tryin to steal the Alpine chased him down the street to call a truce the silly muthafucka pulls out a deuce deuce little did he know i had a loaded 12 guage one sucker dead, L.A. Times front page (CHORUS) coz the boys in the hood are always hard you come talkin that trash, well pull ya card knowin' nutin in life but to be legit' dont quote me boy coz i aint said shit (SCRATCHES) "yo LeRoy" (SCRATCHES) "beer drinkin breath stinkin sniffin glue" bored as hell and i wanna get ill so i went to a spot where ma homeboys chill the fellas out there makin dat dollar i pulled up in ma 6 fo' impala they greet me wit a 40 and i start drinkin and from the 8 ball, my breath starts stinkin left to get ma girl to rock that body before i left, i hit the bac-ardi went to her house to get her out of the pad dumb hoe said somethin that made me mad she said somethin that i couldnt believe so i grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave she started talkin shit, wouldnt you know reached back like a pimp, slapped the hoe her father jumped up and he started to shout so i threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out (CHORUS) coz the boys in the hood are always hard you come talkin that trash, well pull ya card knowin' nutin in life but to be legit' dont quote me boy coz i aint said shit (SCRATCHES) "who do u think you are Mr. Big Stuff" (SCRATCHES) "rock this muthafucka like the hard 3 tha hard way" I'm rollin hard, now under control then wrapped the 6 fo' round a telephone pole i looked at ma car and i said "oh brother" i'll throw it in the gutter and go buy another walkin home and i seen the g ride now cat is drivin, kilo on the side as they busted a U, they got pulled over a undercover cop in a dark green Nova cat got beat for resistin arrest he socked a pig in the head for rippin his Guess now G is caught, for doin the crime fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time (CHORUS) coz the boys in the hood are always hard you come talkin that trash, well pull ya card knowin nutin in life but to be legit' dont quote me boy coz i aint said shit (SCRATCHES) L.A. playa (SCRATCHES) big drum beater i went to get them out but there was no bail the fellas caused a riot in the county jail two days later in municipal court kilo g on trial cold cut a fart obstruction of the court said the judge on a six year sentence, ma man didnt budge Baliff came over to turn him in kilo G looked up and gave a grin he yelled out fire, then came suzie the bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi police shot the bitch but they didnt hurt her both upstate for attempted murder (CHORUS) coz the boys in the hood are always hard you come talkin that trash, well pull ya card knowin nutin in life but to be legit' dont quote me boy coz i aint said shit (SCRATCHES) "yeah, i kicked a little ass but that was a blast from the past muthafucka (SCRATCHES) "get busy ya ya ya yall"
I love this song. It's as simple as that, I could listen to it for hours. Lyrics time. [Eazy E] 1 2 3 and to the 4 Eazy mutherfuckin E with the crome to ya dome Cruising in my 64 ragtop I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block Now when i hit that switch im bouncin More bounce to the ounce and im clownin Keep the gat in my lap Cuz im fully strapped For the carjackas ,but no haps cuz i pack the tech 9' 1 2 3 and to the 4 Eazy mutherfuckin E with the crome to ya dome Cruisin in my 64 ragtop I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block Now when i hit that switch im bouncin More bounce to the ounce and im clownin Keep the gat in my lap Cuz im fully strapped For the carjackas ,but no haps Cuz i pack the tech 9' plus an ak47 Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven Peep nigga i dont sleep Bury mutherfuckers in the concrete You try to creep kinda slow in the astro But i peep you niggaz out in my left window So i blast and i blast 'til i blast no more Yo they call a mutherfucker john doe [chorus 3x] Old nigga E still cruisin Cruisin down the street in my 64 [Game] 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 Pumps in the trunk of that cherry red '64 Im riding with the ghost of Eazy hoppin the leany He watching for demons Nigga if you try me then im cocking the nina Begging lucifer to gimmie a reason To have a hundred thou. cash brought down to the precinct Ima make bail money, this rap shit is a monopoly And i got property, thats get out of jail money Nigga i came from poverty Shoot-outs, gang-banging, and robberies Car-jacking, snatching Mata's impalas Do that with or without the ... going inside of me Hop out the ride and empty the 45 into his body Im not to be fucked with Whether im straight out of Compton Or straight out of Cashville on that Young Buck shit Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24/7 'til 1 of you niggas put me with Eazy in heaven. [chorus 3x] Old nigga E still cruisin Cruisin down the street in my 64
DJ Paul: This is for all my playas out there ridin'...spinners. I don't care where you at... the club parking lot, the expressway, whatever. What I want you to do right now is just STOP and let em keep spinnin' baby. Hook 2x I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rollin' DJ Paul: Pedal to the metal then STOP, [Brakes] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [Brakes] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [Brakes] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [Brakes] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain Juicy J Everybody let ya spin-wheels spin like a spin-mill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety Hook 2x Lil' Flip I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [Brakes] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [Brakes] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [Brakes] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' STOP [Brakes] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks So throw the row of keys and let me roll Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know We like our music slow but our cars go faster I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow Hook 2x Lord Infamous I saw my dog with the center circles so I STOP [Brakes] They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I STOP [Brakes] I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I STOP [Brakes] See me choke the hell up out my broad when I STOP [Brakes] When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt Crunchy Black I used to be clean in my Expedition A girl see me and she'll be wishin' That I'd stop and spit some pimpin' It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention She got hot like in the kitchen You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin' It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it Hook 2x
This is Lil Rob's Song Summer Nights. With the Lyrics.Enjoy. Rate and Comment. Please Subscribe to my Vids. I found these pics on google images [Intro] Im feeling good, feeling all right tonight Im feeling good now, Its all good in the neighborhood homes [Lil Rob] I feel good, I feel all right Cruising through the neighborhood on a warm summer night I feel good Thats right I feel good now, Summer nights [Chorus:] Summer days just sitting around but when the sun goes down Ill be ready to party (Par-ty) Aint nothing like them summer nights Keep the top on drop while the girls looking hot, hit the volo and we just dont stop Party until the morning light (Par-ty) Aint nothing like them summer nights [Verse 1] I just kicked it at home, I polished up the chrome Call the ruca on the phone, let her know Im home alone, Its Seven thirty and the sun is going down, Its a Summer night and the fun is going down I picked her up and she looks all dolled up (She looks good) Sitting passenger in my rag impala (yeah) I let her know she looks beautiful to me The world is an ugly place but shes such a site to see The kind of woman that would put up a fight for me The kind that wants to spend summer nights with me The temp was eighty and Im cruising with my lady Playing some Ralphie Pagan, Ohh Baby Baby I see my home boys and they're cruising in their rides (Hey was up homes) With their ladies sitting by their side People think we look crazy, but I think we look But then again thats only if you ask me [Chorus:] Summer days just sitting around but when the sun goes down Ill be ready to party (Par-ty) Aint nothing like them summer nights Keep the top on drop while the girls looking hot, hit the volo and we just dont stop Party until the morning light (Par-ty) Aint nothing like them summer nights (Then repeats to lil rob)
Name: Eazy E - Boyz N' Tha Hood Info: Eric Lynn Wright. Born September 7, 1963--March 26 1995. Eric is better known by the stage name Eazy-E. He was an American rapper, producer, and record executive from Anoush Street in Compton. He was a Kelly Park Compton Crip (although he was connected to many other Crip gangs) from the early teenage years, and until his death. He is widely regarded as one of the founders of the gangsta rap sub-genre and initially rose to fame as a member of the group N.W.A, but later achieved critical and commercial success as a solo artist. Eazy-E's vocal style was marked by his youthful, high-pitched voice and his lyrics focusing on the elements of urban street life such as guns, drugs, relations between residents and the police, and deviant sexual activity. He had also for some time hosted a hip-hop radio show on Los Angeles-based radio station KKBT. Discograpy: 1987: N.W.A & The Posse 1988: Eazy-Duz-It 1989: Straight Outta Compton 1990: 100 Miles and Runnin' 1991: Efil4zaggin (Niggaz4Life) 1992: 5150: Home 4 tha Sick 1993: It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa 1995: Eternal E 1996: Str8 off tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton 2002: Impact of a Legend
My second video on Boogie, wii! i DO NOT OWN BOOGIE OR WII, THIS IS A BOUGHT GAME. "Get The Party Started" I'm comin' up so you better get this party started I'm comin' up so you better get this party started Get this party started on a Saturday night Everybody's waiting for me to arrive Sendin' out the message to all of my friends We'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz I got lot of style, check my gold diamond rings I can go for miles if you know what I mean I'm comin' up so you better get this party started I'm comin' up so you better get this party started Pumping up the volume, breaking down to the beat Cruisin' through the west side We'll be checkin' the scene Boulevard is freakin' as I'm comin' up fast I'll be burnin' rubber, you'll be kissin' my ... Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car License plate says Stunner #1 Superstar I'm comin' up so you better get this party started I'm comin' up so you better get this party started Get this party started Making my connection as I enter the room Everybody's chilling as I set up the groove Pumpin' up the volume with this brand new beat Everybody's dancing and they're dancing for me I'm your operator, you can call anytime I'll be your connection to the party line I'm comin' up so you better get this party started I'm comin' up so you better get this party started I'm comin' up so you better get this party started I'm comin' up so you better get this party started Get this party started Get this party started right now Get this party started Get this party started Get this party started right now
Lyrics Still figuring out, how to stay like this forever Still figuring out, today, today, yeah Just cruising around, and knowing that we will never go our separate ways This town is meant to be Releasing misery A strained mind is all i need To walk on my own feet Im walking out of time My memories unwind This sleep that weve been in is beating up your mind Lets play to song for everyone to let go Lets play the song all night long Still figuring out, how to stay like this forever Still figuring out, today, today, yeah Just cruising around, and knowing that we will never go our separate ways Still figuring out, how to stay like this forever Still figuring out, today, today, yeah Just cruising around, and knowing that we will never go our separate ways Days and nights, they feel so good Just like the way they should Those days and nights that were left behind were so misunderstood Times just a photograph Never thinking of the past Well theres a lot to see, and theres only one path Lets play to song for everyone to let go Lets play the song all night long Still figuring out, how to stay like this forever Still figuring out, today, today, yeah Just cruising around, and knowing that we will never go our separate ways Still figuring out, how to stay like this forever Still figuring out, today, today, yeah Just cruising around, and knowing that we will never go our separate ways We will go our separate ways We will go our separate ways We will go our separate ways We will go our separate ways We will go our separate ways Still figuring out, how to stay like this forever Still figuring out, today, today, yeah Just cruising around, and knowing that we will never go our separate ways
beyonce and jayz Uhh uhh uhh. You ready B? Let's go get 'em.. [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Look for me! Young, B Cruisin down the westside - highway Doing what we like to do - our, way Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason all of my dates been blind dates But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City" She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over She's right back to being my soldier Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller Put us together, how they gon' stop both us? What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B [Chorus:] [Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. [Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. [Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. [Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. [Verse 2: Jay-Z] The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin It won't be that; oh no it won't be that I don't be at, places where we comfy at With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is But girlfriend, work with the kid I keep you workin that Hermes Burkin bag, Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens 600 drops, Mercedes Benz The only time you wear Burberry to swim And I don't have to worry, only worry is him She do anything necessary for him And I do anything necessary for her so don't let the necessary occur, yep! [Chorus] [Beyonce] (Talk to 'em B) If I was your girlfried, I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you, Even if that somebody is me Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em) Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be And so I put this on my life Nobody or nothing will ever come between us And I promise I'll give my life and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend Put this on my life The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in I promise I'll give my life my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend [Chorus]
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I added romaji lyrics to it!
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Artist: Eazy-E Album: Eazy-Duz-It Song: Boyz-N-The-Hood (remix) [Dr. Dre] Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word) That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!) Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute and bust this crazy shit [Eazy-E] Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about makin that GTA *chorus* Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit [Eazy-E] Down on B's in the place to give me the pace He said my man JB is on freebase The boy JB was a friend of mine Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page *chorus* [Eazy-E] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin Love to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad She said somethin that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out *chorus* [Eazy-E] I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother I throw it in the gutter and go buy another" Walkin home and I see the G ride Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Ket got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is cut for doin the crime For defence on the boy, he'll do some time *chorus* [Eazy-E] I went to get them out but there was no bail The fellaz start to riot in the county jail Two days later in municiple court Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork Distruption of a court, said the judge On a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailer came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder
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Here's a BECK song in DUBBED! Sung by Justin Cook! http://www.youtube.com/group/BeckMongolianChopSqu For Download: http://www.sendspace.com/file/*ap92c3 Remove "*". Lyrics: Its complete hell, Deep down I feel just like a pet They call my name, Now sit roll over up now play dead, No thank you I got what I need when its just you and me Thats when my mind is free Just thinking of you it helps me get through All the things that they do I jump through the fire, Where (when) there aint no place left to go Try to make me concede and Ill fight and Ill bleed This is my best; put me to the test, yo Im comin at ya both real blazin Boot pow, double shot, knockout punch And yer ass is on the floor (Chorus) Fly away right now, out the window, Here we go, follow me girl Fly away now, out the window, Here we go, follow me girl Your illusion, takes me cruisin, They try to kill music, cant catch it, Im free Your illusion, takes me cruisin, They try to kill music, cant catch it, Im free Its the state of the world, The shit they line up in the dirt, They fall in place Buy this buy that, Now put on this shirt, No thank you Theres nothing you can say That can take me away Or make me break and obey Just you and a song, Can help me along with the infestation of wrong I get behind the wheel, Though I never know where I go I lead from behind with the side of my mind, Into the night, keep him out of sight yo! Comin at you again, With a shit eating grin And a pipe to the chin, Boot pow, double shot, knock out punch, And once again youre on the floor (Chorus) Thanks to Garurumon6!
Great song of Roger Taylor in Queen The machine of a dream Such a clean machine With the pistons a pumpin And the hub caps all gleam When Im holdin your wheel All I hear is your gear When my hands on your grease gun Oh its like a disease son Im in love with my car Gotta feel for my automobile Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar Such a thrill when your radials squeal Told my girl Ill have to forget her Rather buy me a new carburetor So she made tracks sayin This is the end now Cars dont talk back Theyre just four wheeled friends now When Im holdin your wheel All I hear is your gear When Im cruisin in overdrive Dont have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive Im in love with my car Gotta feel for my automobile Im in love with my car String back gloves in my automolove
Prod by Havoc [Chorus - 50 Cent] They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy Now those were the days, where crime really pay 9 milly spray, got the fuck out the way The shootout, the shootout The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the time [Chorus - 50 Cent] They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed Hood rats to get layed, money to get made Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich Woke up broke, gun in my hand Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig" Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth Sayin' "I dont get on" Im'a lay a nigga out Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny Fuck with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy [Chorus - 50 Cent] They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about [Verse 3 - 50 Cent] I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child Got my ass whooped in Spotford but never that now When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk Send yo punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip Im take your shit Thats how the esse's play, for that s.s.k Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest And you niggas best be on your best behaviours I was bread for this shit, front Im'a blaze ya [Chorus - 50 Cent] They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about
LYRICS: [Jay-Z] Rock on Roc-A-Fella y'all [Chorus - Nas] Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x2] I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me [Verse 1 - Jay-Z] Well I was fit that wonderama shit Me and my conglomerate Shall remain anonymous Caught up in the finest shit Live out by dreams until my heart gives out And while we crave you know exactly what the shit's about Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen I dish out Like the point-guard off your favorite team without doubt My life ain't rosy but I roll with it My mind was fine 'till the dough hit it And told me that the mo' did it And now it's closer shit and so I said it I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin' Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin', Tryin' to strike a bargain, Hopin' that they might get pardoned Shit on me boy we got me pins and needles And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil Thoughts that this boughter feed you Feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya Freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that Got the city drinkin' Crystal raise up the fee Rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me My rise the riches surprise the bitches Think harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Carter G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up All rhymers forget like Alzheimer's Small timers I said it I'm addressing all drama torture [Chorus - Nas] I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x3] I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me [Repeat x1] [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] So sick of niggas I want money like Cosby who wouldn't It's this kind of talk that make me think You probably ain't got no pudding Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail You in the streets nigga Make your move get your get your mail Niggas are coastin' the S.L. but can't post bail Niggas are roast the L. But scared to throw your toast well I am here to tell niggas it ain't all swell There's heaven then there's hell niggas One day your cruisin' in ya seven Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up Hit with the rico, they repo your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago Bout to start bitchin' ain't you Ready to start snitchin' ain't you I forgive your weak ass hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars Hunnies that shake they ass at bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's East-coast bodiers, west-coast cap peelers Little monkey niggas turn gorilla's Stopped in the station filled up on noctane And now they not sane, and not playin' That goes without sayin' Slangin' day in and day out With money playin' then they play you out Tryin' to escape my own mind Lurkin' the enemy representin' infinite With presidencies you know [Chorus - Nas] Dead Presidents to represent me [x4] I'm out for presidents to represent me [x7] I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me. ---------------------------------- Please comment and/or rate and thanks for watching.
Lyrics: Snoop Dogg - Beautiful lyrics Album: Unknown [Hook 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh... (Oh-hooo!) Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) [Chorus 2X's] Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh-hooo!) You're my favorite girl... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it (Oh-hooo!) Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip Yeah-yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit Walk to it, do it how you do it Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and, (Oh-hooo!) Lil' cutie lookin' like a student Long hair, wit'cha big fat booty Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it (Oh-hooo!) The girl wanna do it, I just might do it Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit' Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it Hurry up and finish so we can watch "Clueless" (Oh-hooo!) I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this But everybody know who girl that you is [Chorus 2X's] [Verse 2] When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it (Oh-hooo!) Homeboy, she taken, just move it I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it We just blow 'dro and keep the flow movin' In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin' (Oh-hooo!) Body rag interior blue, and Have them hydralics squeakin' when we screwin' Now she's yellin', hollerin' out Snoop, and Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin' (Oh-hooo!) Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin' Hair long and black and curly like you're Cuban Keep groovin', that's what we doin' And we gon' be together until your moms move in... (Oh-hooo!) [Pharrell:] Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... [Chorus & Hook: 2X's] [Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson] ...See I just want you To know that you are really special... Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why... [Verse 3] Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in (Oh-hooo!) Girls be complainin' you keep me boomin' But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin' Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in (Oh-hooo!) You don't ask why I roll wit a crew, and Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...) On the eastside, that's the crew I choose Nothin' I do is new to you (Oh-hooo!) I smack up the world if they rude to you (Ehh...) 'Cause baby girl you so beautiful... [Chorus 2X's] [Bridge 4X's] [P:] Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... Oh-hooo! [Repeat 'til fade]
These are the misheard lyrics of a song people have actually heard of, which is in English, doesn't use DahDahDahs during guitar breaks, and isn't by fucking Nightwish. No offense meant to the Clash. . . quite possibly the greatest punk band (or just band) ever. To Note: -I realize using Charlene from the show Dinosaurs probably would have been better, since Lucy is instantly recognizable. -I misspelled Cheddaaaaaar (2 D's) -Frylock's appendage is a fry, not a red arm (I thought it was funny). -If you say anything about "Lock the Taskbar" being a better chorus, leave your nerd lair and get some fresh air. Please Respond with non-retarded comments! Actual lyrics: Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The sheik he drove his cadillac He went a cruisin' down the ville The muezzin was a standing On the radiator grille Chorus The shareef dont like it Rockin the casbah Rock the casbah The shareef dont like it Rockin the casbah Rock the casbah By order of the prophet We ban that boogie sound Degenerate the faithful With that crazy casbah sound But the bedouin they brought out The electric camel drum The local guitar picker Got his guitar picking thumb As soon as the shareef Had cleared the square They began to wail Chorus Now over at the temple Oh! they really pack 'em in The in crowd say its cool To dig this chanting thing But as the wind changed direction The temple band took five The crowd caught a wiff Of that crazy casbah jive Chorus The king called up his jet fighters He said you better earn your pay Drop your bombs between the minarets Down the casbah way As soon as the shareef was Chauffeured outta there The jet pilots tuned to The cockpit radio blare As soon as the shareef was Outta their hair The jet pilots wailed Chorus He thinks its not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it
Another music video from the pre-MTV era, I guess I first saw this video on Don Kirschner or some other late-night music show. I love how in the olden days the plot of a music video actually followed the song's lyrics. Plus how can you beat a line like "Trying to make connections with their blemish-free complexions"?
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