artist
stringlengths 1
44
| song
stringlengths 1
77
| link
stringlengths 22
102
| text
stringlengths 410
4.19k
|
|---|---|---|---|
XTC | My Paint Heroes (home Demo) | /x/xtc/my+paint+heroes_20147879.html | All of Paris giggles with flags
Laughing lions leap up from the page
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
Barcelona, nuclear festive, wire women
Wriggle from life's cage
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks like it's all a party
Packed with my paint heroes
Like it's all a party
Packed with Rousseau
Miro, Miro, on my wall
I love you the most of all
In Port Lligat, liked his Gala
Waxed antenna, brushes up a storm
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
Catalonia's atom caveman
Cracks his whipline tipped in purest form
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks like it's all a party
Packed with my paint heroes
Like it's all a party
Packed with Dali
Miro, Miro, on my wall
I love you the most of all
|
XTC | My Weapon | /x/xtc/my+weapon_20147745.html | I dunno wot she got
I dunno wot she got
I dunno what she got but it seems to have a grip upon me
No telling where she learn the things she do to me
And I don't know what she done wrong but I want to hurt her
(wanna) take it out on her
Take it out on her
Take it out on her
With my weapon
She's so exacting that she tells me when I go wrong
She doesn't value the attention she receives
She says I'm taking all the time but I'm not returning
(that's right)
'Do this' but she won't do that
Lying beside me like a parcel of fat
Hot love - cold sweat - feel her beneath me want to crush her to death
She tries to justify the people who despise me
She puts her finger on things she knows will hurt
And I can't defend myself till we turn the lights off then
I dunno wot she got - my weapon
My stinking weapon
|
XTC | Neon Shuffle | /x/xtc/neon+shuffle_20147973.html | Hey - what you going to do now
You're standing there and wondering how
You've got to make some noise
Just like one of the girls
Or even one of the boys
When you do it
It ain't no disgrace
I can see it written all across your face
Neon shuffle and shuffle into outer dpace
I said - neon shuffle is a dance for the human race
I said - neon shuffle is gonna pull you outta your place
You - you put your hands together
Better make up a storm
Or some electricky weather
Now that the power's stop
Can you click your heels
Can you finger pop
Neon shuffle
Neon shuffle it's going to do it to me
Neon shuffle it's going to do it to you
Neon shuffle it's going to do it with red
Neon shuffle it's going to do it with blue
Neon shuffle it's going to run you right through
Neon shuffle with a stick of bamboo
|
XTC | New Broom | /x/xtc/new+broom_20147881.html | We need a new broom
To sweep it all clean
We need a beat boom
We need a new scheme
Break all the deadlocks
And spill all the beer
Mr Ditko was right
Mr A so near
Break out the paints and the brushes
And spill out your hearts
No amount of soft soap
Can ever give you a fresh start
We are walking on a tight rope
We can slip beyond religion
The answer's in your cranium
And not on independent television
|
XTC | No Language In Our Lungs | /x/xtc/no+language+in+our+lungs_20147701.html | There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world just how we feel
No bridge of thought
No mental link
No letting out just what you think
There is no language in our lungs
There is no muscle in our tongues
To tell the world what's in our hearts
No, we're leaving nothing
Just chiseled stones
No chance to speak before we're bones
There is no muscle in our tongues
I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
I thought I could say what I wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
I felt just like a crusader
Lion-heart, a Holy Land invader
But nobody can say what they really mean to say, and
The impotency of speech came up and hit me that day, and
I would have made this instrumental
But the words got in the way
There is no language in our...
There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world what's in our hearts
No, we're leaving nothing behind
Just chiseled stones
No chance to speak before we're bones
There is no language in our lungs
|
XTC | Officer Blue | /x/xtc/officer+blue_20147885.html | Officer Blue
Really love the things you do
Even when I was just eight years old (eight years old)
Officer Blue
Is it true what they say?
That when you work you're still at play (still at play)
Oh Officer Blue
I really love the things you do
It's magical
People in a human zoo
Officer Blue
Cast a shadow on the wall
But by torchlight even mice look tall (they don't fall)
Officer Blue
In a blaze of human form
And your stripes and badges to conform (you conform)
Officer Blue
Really love the things you do
Even when I was just eight years old (eight years old)
Officer Blue
Is it true what they say?
That when you work you're still at play (still you play)
|
XTC | One Of The Millions | /x/xtc/one+of+the+millions_20147796.html | I got so much to say
But I'm afraid it'll come out wrong.
I'm not akin to the Eighties thing,
Where you look after number one.
But I won't rock the boat,
Cause I'm scared what might happen.
I won't rock the boat,
Cause I'm one of the millions.
Who never seem to do anything.
(He never seems to do anything.)
I never seem to do anything.
(He never seems to do anything.)
And everytime I get the urge,
To strike out on my own,
Insecurity wraps me up,
It's cold outside the fold.
So I won't rock the boat,
Cause I'm scared what might happen.
I won't rock the boat,
Cause I'm the man who merely threatens.
Who's always saying what he's gonna do.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I'm always saying what I'm gonna do.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I'm running steady,
Oh so steady.
So safe and sound,
I could drown.
I've had my fill of living,
In my cosy armchair land,
But all my schemes come to a humiliating end.
So I won't rock the boat,
Cause I'm scared what might happen.
I won't rock the boat,
Cause I'm one of the millions,
Who's always saying what he's gonna do.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I'm always saying what I'm gonna do.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
No I won't rock no boats.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
Kiss goodbye to my hopes.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I won't rock no boats.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
Life is easy when you're being kept afloat.
I won't rock no boats.
|
XTC | Outside World | /x/xtc/outside+world_20147715.html | She has six swans singing in her sauna
So she can't hear what's going on
No she can't hear what's going on
In the outside world
In the outside world
In the outside
Bad black and white men
Standing in their pigpen
Selling guns to simpletons
To shoot 'em in the abdomen
And she's not interested in that
And she's not interested in that
She has six swans singing in her sauna
Outside - world - outside
She has eleven lions laughing at her lakeside
So she can't hear what's going on
No she can't hear what's going on
In the outside world
In the outside world
In the outside
Bad brown and yellow men
Splitting on their fellow men
Drape her in a newspaper
And stab her with a poison pen
She's not interested in that
She's not interested in that
She has eleven lions laughing at her lakeside
Outside - world - outside
You can keep your animals
All the noise and the din
Just make a little space for me
I'm coming in
|
XTC | Poor Skeleton Steps Out | /x/xtc/poor+skeleton+steps+out_20147798.html | Poor skeleton steps out,
Dressed up in bad blood,
Bad brains, bad thoughts, and others deeds.
Poor skeleton no doubt,
One of these days,
You can cast aside your human, be free.
When the cities run with blood,
And you drink our health in mud,
"All flesh be gone."
Save your dry and joyous shout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.
Poor skeleton steps out,
Sprung from his life sentence,
Deep inside some muscle mask.
Poor skeleton devout,
Propping up truck drivers,
Filmstars, thieves or queens, your brave task.
When technology is rust,
And you write your book in dust,
"All flesh be gone."
Can't buy tickets from a tout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.
Poor skeleton steps out,
Liberated from sex organs,
And brown, black, white skin.
Poor skeleton you lout,
Don't you think that we might,
Like to have been asked to join in?
For good skeletons are we,
And we're dying to be free,
"All flesh be gone."
I will scream or sulk and pout,
Until my poor skeleton steps out.
Better watch out, here comes bony boy.
|
XTC | Pulsing Pulsing | /x/xtc/pulsing+pulsing_20147890.html | Pulsing pulsing,
There's a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
I'm pulsing.
You're pulsing.
Who's pulsing?.
What's pulsing?.
Pulsing pulsing,
There's a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
|
XTC | Punch And Judy | /x/xtc/punch+judy_20147891.html | Gather 'round!
Punch and Judy,
Did it truly,
And were married in a haste,
In love, maybe,
Using the baby,
As a kind of romance paste,
She's grown fatter,
Her hair cut shorter,
Looks much older than nineteen,
He's a drinker,
Not a thinker,
Baby spoiled his could-have-been.
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
Punch and Judy.
Punch and Judy,
In a semi,
On a brand new council plot,
Sunday lunchtime,
Beer-for-Punch time,
While his dinner's far from hot,
She grows tired,
Cab is hired,
She goes round to see her friend,
He comes back late,
Fool is irate,
We will see his temper bend.
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
Punch and Judy,
In a quandary,
She's walked out, and he is mad.
Now he's grown up,
Can't smash home up,
Retribution must be had.
Punch and Judy,
Had a baby,
Who brought them to married bliss.
Mr Punch,,
Has drunken hunch,
That he must punish kid for this
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
This must be make-believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear, who acts like that?
Punch and Judy
|
XTC | Ra Ra For Red Rocking Horse | /x/xtc/ra+ra+for+red+rocking+horse_20147893.html | Did you think you knew the game?
Did you think that fame and fortune's
All that I had in my head?
Bang you're dead
It's not a game I'm gonna play with you
Did you think I'm high and dry?
Did you think I'd hide from the
Tentacles of the deaf dumb and blind
Their poison inks behind me
At the bottom of the sea
And your criticism doesn't worry me
And I'll sing
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
Get out
Did you think you'd tie me up
Did you think that I would
Help but dance for your piece of paper
They'll tame you and set you
To licking all the foes
Zap! pow!
Did you think that I don't feel
Did you think that I'd simply heal up
After each ego beating
We can't go on meeting
This once in every year
And in the meantime if we all stand up
And cheer him up here
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
They all took their money out
And they laid it down, down
On the bright colored manes
They all took their money out
But they laid it down, down
On the different names to ours
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact that
No one bet him
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Ride on over all remorse
Ra ra for red rocking horse
Who won the course
Despite the fact
|
XTC | Radios In Motion | /x/xtc/radios+in+motion_20147975.html | There's a message up in China
That they getting in Japan
Bouncing off an ocean liner
Make em shake em in Siam
All the kids are complaining
That there's nowhere to go
All the kids are complaining
That the songs are too slow
All I'm saying is you're deaf
To the fact that there's...
Radios in motion
Atmosphere to ocean
Radios in motion
Gets you out of your red white and blues
When we move then so do you'se
There's a message in Milwaukee
That they're getting in Moscow
Everybody walkie talkie
Everybody learning how
All the kids are complaining (etc...)
|
XTC | Real By Reel | /x/xtc/real+by+reel_20147716.html | In this secret time, invading on our privacy
Unknowing we mime, we play for the ministry
The can film you in bed
Or when you take a bath
They can tape every cry
They can tape every laugh
They can turn you around so you won't know what's
Real by reel
Busy little bees recording everything you feel
On real by reel
Documented down like rats
They're catching up on every squeal
On real by reel
Real by reel by real by
In this hidden time, ignorance may help you to cope
Rehearsing for crimes, and sex just in government cinemascope
The can film you at work
Or when they let you play
They can tape what you think
They can tape what you say
They can't blur your I.D. so you won't know what's
Now I lay me down to sleep
Knowing that your lenses peep
Now I eat my daily bread
And into the tape spool I'll be fed
|
XTC | Red | /x/xtc/red_20147746.html | You better watch your tape boys
It's the tint that angers the beast
Got their sails in the sunset
They've already got the east
Red red red
Don't you let them make you
Don't let them make you see...red
You better watch your lead boys
It's already in your veins
Did you ever see the colour
Iron turns when it rains
It's not a gross infatuation
It's not a fear, it's not a crush
It's not any special nation
But even now they make me blush
|
XTC | Red Brick Dream | /x/xtc/red+brick+dream_20147894.html | Red brick dream
Windows scream
As the rusting north star shines above
And drops it's iron beams
Crashing down upon the rooves of swindon town
I heard the engine's dying breath
Castles and kings all starved to death
I dropped the coronation cup
Sshh, please don't wake them up from
Red brick dream
Red brick dream
Buttons gleam
By the light of the furnace pouring
Molten memories
Splashing down upon the rooves of swindon town
The men of muscle piston rods
Who forged the horses of the gods
The made the town a set of chains
And sleeping it remains in
Red brick dream
|
XTC | Reign Of Blows | /x/xtc/reign+of+blows_20147820.html | Reign of blows
Reign of blows
Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders
Far too many men dressed up as soldiers
The lamb is brought to the ground
Under the weight of the Crown
A crown of thorns and dark deeds
The swastika and the hammer and symbol
Are sickles that reap only weeds
Reign of blows
Reign of blows
Reign of blows precedes a storm of revolution
People have no place in their solution
So torture raises its head
Decked out in blue, white, and red
And iron maidens will slam
And by the half light of burning republics
Joe Stalin looks just like Uncle Sam
Reign of blows
Reign of blows
Reign of blows has washed away the corpse of Abel,
Cain is now the king in every Babel
I just don't care who you are
When death draws up in his car
And talks in terrorist tones
Remember violence is only a vote for the
Black Queen to take back the throne
Reign of blows
|
XTC | Respectable Street | /x/xtc/respectable+street_10193372.html | It's in the order of their hedgerows
It's in the way their curtains open and close
It's in the look they give you down their nose
All part of decency's jigsaw I suppose
Heard the neighbor slam his car door
Don't he realize this is respectable street
What d'you think he bought that car for
Cause he realize this is respectable street
Now they talk about abortion
In cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters
As they speak of contraception
And immaculate receptions on their portable
Sony entertainment centers.
Now she speaks about diseases
And which sex position pleases best her old man
Avon lady fills the creases
When she manages to squeeze in past the caravans
That never move from their front gardens.
It's in the order of their hedgerows
It's in the way their curtains open and close
It's in the look they give you down their nose
All part of decency's jigsaw I suppose
Sunday church and they look fetching
Saturday night saw him retching over our fence
Bang the wall for me to turn down
I can see them with their stern frown
As they dispense the kind of look that says
They're perfect.
|
XTC | River Of Orchids | /x/xtc/river+of+orchids_20147757.html | Hey!
I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus
I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus
Take a packet of seeds
Take yourself out to play
I want to see River of Orchids where we had a motorway
Push your car from the road
Push your car from the road
Just like a mad dog you're chasing your tail in a circle
Just like a mad dog you're chasing your tail in a circle
It's all in your back yard
You've the whole world at your feet
I said the grass is always greener when it bursts up through concrete
Push your car from the road
Push your car from the road
River of Orchids winding our way
Want to walk into London on my hands one day
River of Orchids the road overgrows
Want to walk into London smelling like a Peckham beggar rose
Just like a mad dog you're chasing your tail in a circle
Just like a mad dog you're chasing your tail in a circle
It's all in your back yard
You've the whole world at your feet
I said the grass is always greener when it bursts up through concrete
I had a dream where the car is reduced to a fossil
I had a dream where the car is reduced to a fossil
Take a packet of seeds
Get yourself out to play
I want to see River of Orchids where we had a motorway
Push your car
It's all in your back yard
Push your car
Take a packet of seeds
River of Orchids winding my way
Want to walk into London on my hands one day
River of Orchids the road overgrows
Want to walk into London smelling like a Peckham rose
River of Orchids
I heard the Dandelions
River of Orchids
Just like a mad dog
River of Orchids
I had a dream
River of Orchids
I heard the Dandelions
|
XTC | Runaways | /x/xtc/runaways_20147733.html | Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(Please come home)
Daddy hit you in a temper,
But he's sorry now,
(Please come home)
Just a quarrel had with mummy,
Just a family row
(Please come home)
You caught mum chasing dad with a knife,
(Don't cry, don't cry)
You ran away to escape from the fights,
(Don't cry, don't cry)
Now you're lost in a maze of neon light,
And she's worried,
He's worried
She's worried, oh...
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(Please come home)
Pacing street-lamps on the highway,
Haystack for your bed
(Please come home)
In the morning we will find you,
In papers to be read
(Please come home)
You heard screams from
The warmth of your bed
(Don't cry, don't cry)
You slumbered on without being fed
(Don't cry, don't cry)
Now there's no more tears to be shed,
And she's sorry,
He's sorry,
He's sorry, oh...
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(Please come home)
|
XTC | Sacrificial Bonfire | /x/xtc/sacrificial+bonfire_20147811.html | Fire they cried
So evil must die
And yields are good
So men pull back hoods and smile
The scapegoat blood spilled
Spittled and grilled it crackled and spat
And children grew fat on the meat
Change must be earned
Sacrificial bonfire must burn
Burn up the old
Ring in the new, burn up the old, ring in the new
Assembled on high
Silhouette against the sky
The smoke prayed and pranced
And sparks did their dance in the wind
Disguises wore thin with less and less skin
And the clothes that were draped
Was all that told man from ape
Change must be earned
Sacrificial bonfire must reign
Reign over good
Banish the bad, reign over good, banish the bad
|
XTC | Scarecrow People | /x/xtc/scarecrow+people_20147799.html | Hope you enjoyed your flight,
In one of our new straw aeroplanes,
You'll find things here are just like what you're used to.
There's lots of waste and razor wire,
And no one gives a damn about the land,
We just stand around and stare like you folks do.
For we ain't got no brains,
And we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.
Hope you enjoyed your meal,
It's only gas and chemicals,
We thought that you'd prefer something not nature made.
Now while you're here can you advise us,
On a war we'd like to start,
Against some scarecrows over there, a different shade?
For we ain't got no brains,
And we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.
We don't have no tears here,
No one hopes or cares or fears here,
For the old, the sick, the poor and them what taint you.
We thought we'd base our civilization upon yours,
'Cause you're the smartest animals on earth, now ain't you?
We don't have no love here,
There's no need to rise above here,
No one wants to write a book or try to paint thee.
We thought we'd base our civilization upon yours,
'Cause we're all dead from our necks up, now ain't we?
And we ain't got no brains,
And we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.
And I ain't got no brains,
And I ain't got no heart,
It's just them other humans tear my soul apart.
I'm a scarecrow person,
Have I got quite some message for you.
For if we don't start learning well,
we're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too!
|
XTC | Science Friction | /x/xtc/science+friction_20147899.html | I look out of my window at night
I see the stars and I'm filled with fright
I got a feeling someone's looking
It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed
It's more the ale inside my head
I got a feeling something's cooking
Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey put away that ray, how do you martians say
I love you
I read my comics from front to back
I'll be ready for any attack
I got a feeling someone's looking
|
XTC | Scissor Man | /x/xtc/scissor+man_20147991.html | Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man,
Putting end to evil doers games.
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man,
Maybe you are in his book of names.
Maybe you are in his book of names.
So be kind and helpful to your mother,
Just think twice before you try and steal.
When he cuts with sticky silver snippers,
You may find that some wounds never heal.
All self made bad boys,
If you refuse to believe he exist,
You won't be frightened when you find out,
You're on his list.
You're on his list.
You're on his list.
So be good and never poison people,
Just think twice before the deed is done.
When you wake up guilty in the morning,
You may find important pieces gone.
|
XTC | Seagulls Screaming Kiss Her, Kiss Her | /x/xtc/seagulls+screaming+kiss+her+kiss+her_20147952.html | It's raining on the beach
She inches close but out of reach
The waves look painted on
Seagulls screaming
The sea is warship grey
It whispers 'Fool!' then slides away
Black coastline slumbers on
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
And all the flags that flap on the pier
Spell why on earth do you want
The fog hides much but one thing is clear
She's nearer
Dead deck chairs under shrouds
And life belts gape like minstrel mouths
Her hair still smells of salt
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her
He who hesitates is lost
If you want her, you should tell her
Take her by the hand If you hesitate
If you wait, November wins her November will win her
She returns to sand So get ahold of the girl
I say I like your coat
Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat
I nearly didn't hear for
Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her
He who hesitates is lost
|
XTC | Senses Working Overtime | /x/xtc/senses+working+overtime_20147734.html | Hey hey,the clouds are whey,
There's straw for the donkeys
And the innocents can all sleep safely
All sleep safely.
My my, sun is pie
There's fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely
All sleep safely.
And all the world is football shaped,
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in,
I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
The pain and the pleasure and
The church bells softly chime...
Hey hey, night fights day,
There's food for the thinkers
And the innocents can all live slowly
All live slowly
My, my the sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones can
All die slowly all die slowly.
And all the world is biscuit shaped,
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see,hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two,three, four, five sense working overtime
Trying to take this all in,
I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
The pain and the pleasure and the church bells softly chime...
And birds might fall from black skies
And bullies might give you black eyes
And buses might skid on black ice
But to me it's very very beautiful (England's glory!)
Beautiful (a striking beauty!)
And all the world is football - shaped,
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste -
And I've got one,two,three,four,five senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in,
I've got one,two,three, four,five senses working overtime
Try to tell the difference 'tween the goods and crimes,
Dirt or treasure and there's
One, two, three, four,five senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in,
I've got one, two, three, four, five senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the lemons and limes
The pain and the pleasure and the church bells softly chime...
|
XTC | Shake You Donkey Up | /x/xtc/shake+you+donkey+up_20147822.html | Here he come again
Dress in all that skin
Like he was still human being
Look at he long ears
And he big brown eyes
And with them truth he is seeing
Isn't it a shame you kicked that girl
Isn't it a shame she kicked you back, jackass
She really shake you donkey up
She really make you donkey up
She really shake you donkey up, quite a packet
How she carry you
Over thick and thin ice
You still dug you spurs in
Now you forced to walk
Laden down with shame
It's not just you back that's hurting
Now children saddle him for riding
Pick a fight with love and she will
Tan your hide in
She really shake you donkey up
She really shake you donkey up
Shake you donkey!
|
XTC | She's So Square | /x/xtc/shes+so+square_20147901.html | Awful plastic boots that come above her ankle
Dayglo mini skirts just like a pop art spangle
Digs vanilla fudge buys lipstick by the pound
Gets that 'English' look resembles Kath McGowan
Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven
Ah! she's nowhere she thinking this is 1967?
She's so square she's nowhere
She's so square she's nowhere
Take her to a disco and screaming Lord Sutch it!
Everyone must look but nobody must touch
What about her car? E type is the latest
How about the Yardbirds? Jeff Beck is the greatest!!
Have you seen her hair it's a style from heaven
Ah! she's nowhere she thinking this is 1967?
She's so square
She's nowhere
She's so square
She's nowhere
|
XTC | Smokeless Zone | /x/xtc/smokeless+zone_20147905.html | I'm living in my smokeless zone
My house is not a happy home
I got to do something 'for I kick the bucket
I'm living in this smokeless zone
I clean my dusty window sills
Everything I grow it kills
I don't want to stay in this street any longer
Living in this smokeless zone
Englands green, once so pleasant land
Living on a time bomb yeah
The whole damn place is going to turn to sand
Bah bah
I cough upon my wheezy chest
My penicillin does its best
There's only one cure for an unhealthy body
Get out of this smokeless zone
|
XTC | Some Lovely | /x/xtc/some+lovely_10193383.html | In my heart, in my heart
You want some lovely, I got some lovely
I've got some lovely in my head, in my head
Where the lions, wear the right eye,
Where the jems [unverified] roar, there be lovely
You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my bed, in my bed
Where the ocean wears the shore down
Where's the on switch?
There be lovely laying waiting naked for you
We can play every day
We can play at being lovers
We can play every day
We can play on my brown guitar
We can play every day
We can play at being lovers
We can play every day
We can play on my brown guitar
You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my yard, in my yard
There be inchworm, there be footlong
There be yardstick stir, some lovely
Laying waiting naked for you
You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my field, in my field
There be green grass, there be big sky
There be blue birds come and nest there
We can play every day
We can play at being lovers
We can play every day
We can play on my brown guitar
We can play every day
We can play at being lovers
We can play every day
We can play on my brown guitar
You want some lovely, I got some lovely
In my heart, in my heart for you
|
XTC | Spinning Top | /x/xtc/spinning+top_20147977.html | I'm like a spinning top
Going round and around
Well I don't know what's up
And I sure don't know what's down
Now watch me - I'm like a spinning top
Can't tell day from night
Well I don't know what's wrong
And I sure don't know what's right
Now watch me
It started when I heard your song of love
Pouring down like honey from above
I started to spin
I started to move
Just like a needle
That's sticking in the same old groove
I'm like a spinning top
I like it so much I'm never going to stop
|
XTC | Standing In For Joe | /x/xtc/standing+in+for+joe_20147964.html | I'm standing, standing in for Joe
Joe called round to ask me, Would I do a favor?
While he's gonna be out of town
He says his girl needs company, she gets so restless
Would I keep her safe and sound?
Softly, softly in the night
Why, you can guess the rest...
Now these shoes fit all too well
Standing in for Joe
Standing in for Joe
I'm standing - in for Joe
Joe said we've been friends so long
That I would be the one he would trust with his life
And now those words roll 'round my brain
As darkness falls, as I turn out his bedroom light
Who could resist her tender charms?
So the story goes...
This actor he plays all the parts
Standing in for Joe
Standing in for Joe
I'm standing - in for Joe
Love is like a river,
You cannot stop its flow... Mmm hmm
Joe called round to ask me, Would I do a favor?
While he's gonna be out of town
He says his girl needs company, she gets so restless
Would I check that she's safe and sound?
Softly, softly in the night
Why, you can guess the rest...
Now these shoes fit all too well
Standing in for Joe
I'm standing in for Joe - Oh yeah
I'm standing in for Joe - Keep his sweetheart company, yeah
Standing in for Joe - Just standing in for Joe, yeah
Standing in for Joe - Until he gets back home, yeah
Standing in for Joe - Gonna keep her insane, yeah
Standing in for Joe - Gonna keep her safe and sound, yeah
Standing in for Joe - Keep his sweetheart company, yeah
Standing in for Joe - Almost full time, which is nice, yeah
Standing in for Joe - Because she gets so restless
Standing in for Joe - Always so restless
Standing in for Joe - Keep his sweetheart company, yeah
Standing in for Joe - Gonna keep her safe and sound, yeah
Standing in for Joe - I'm standing in for Joe, yeah...
|
XTC | Statue Of Liberty | /x/xtc/statue+of+liberty_20147978.html | The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall
Nearly naked - unashamed like Herod's daughter
Your love was so big
It made New York look small
You've been the subject of so many dreams
Since I climbed your torso
Oh!
My Statue of Liberty
Boo boo
Impaled on your hair
What do you do
Do do to me
Boo boo
I leaned right over to kiss your stony book
A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt
A billion lovers with their cameras
Snap to look and in my fantasy
I sail beneath your skirt
|
XTC | Stupidly Happy | /x/xtc/stupidly+happy_20147965.html | I'm stupidly happy
Everything's fine
I'm stupidly happy
My heart pumping wine
I'm stupidly happy
With idiot grin
I'm stupidly happy
You won't catch me in
All the birds of the air call your name as they land on my kitchen roof
All the fish in the sea do the same if you need extra proof
I'm stupidly happy
My vision is skewed
I'm stupidly happy
I'm coming unscrewed
And if the Devil walks up dressed in any disguise
I take him by the collars look him in the eye
I'm stupidly happy
Now you're my defense
I'm stupidly happy
It's all making sense
I'm stupidly happy
I roll like a train
I'm stupidly happy
With you in my brain
All the lights of the cars in the town form the strings of a big guitar
I'm a giant to play you a tune for wherever you are
I'm stupidly happy
Are the words to that song,
I'm stupidly happy
And nothing is wrong
And should the Devil walk up with his business card out
I'll tear it to confetti with a grin and shout,
"I'm stupidly happy"
All of the time
I'm stupidly happy
Now you're mine
|
XTC | Summer's Cauldron | /x/xtc/summers+cauldron_20147813.html | Drowning here in summer's cauldron
Under mats of flower lava
Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
Breathing in the boiling butter
Fruit of sweating golden Inca
Please don't heed my shout
I'll relax in the undertow
When Miss Moon lays down
And Sir Sun stands up
Me I'm found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in summer's cauldron
Trees are dancing drunk with nectar
Grass is waving underwater
Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
Insect bomber Buddhist droning
Copper chord of August's organ
Please don't heed my shout
I'll relax in the undertow
When Miss Moon lays down
In her hilltop bed
And Sir Sun stands up
Raise his regal head
Me I'm found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in summer's cauldron
|
XTC | Super-Tuff | /x/xtc/super+tuff_20147747.html | In the car park
In the lamplight
Go for a walk
Clock him shiv-fight
Sodium-a-shine on
All the faces white now
And he got his Docs on
Bottle out all right now
As you might say
Him super-tuff
In the corner
In the cold rain
Sting like iodine
In my brain
Fist you til you fall down
Hit him back make him mad
Really hard. Really fast
Have you ever been had?
('cause he's having you now)
Super-tuff
But also tender
|
XTC | Take This Town | /x/xtc/take+this+town_20147909.html | Living in a rabbit tunnel
Keep the doggy in her kennel
Mustn't let her see the world
Oh, no!
Don't treat her like that
Oh, no!
Don't treat her like that
Leaving after mom and daddy
Carry home just like a cat, he
Mustn't let them see your kill
Shout it clear for all to hear
You won't shoot this bird down
Shout it clear for all to hear
We're going to take this town
(Turn and done bridge give the orders)
(Keeping lunch in perfect orders)
Mustn't let them know their minds
(Turning on too early music)
(Bring up on each other that they)
Mustn't let them over the lines
It's time she stopped being your ornament
It's time she put it in the past for permanent
You can't hold her if she wants to roam around
Around around around around
You can't hold her dreamin', keep her gagged and bound
Gagged and bound
We're going
We're going to
We're going to take
We're going to take this
We're going to take this
|
XTC | Ten Feet Tall | /x/xtc/ten+feet+tall_20147719.html | Happy I'm floating
Around on my feet now
You make me go dizzy
I'm weak at the knees
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
Well you say I'm faking
And I say don't worry
The way that I bubble
There's something in the make
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
Right, the chemistry is right
This boy has reached his height
The feeling just goes on and on...
From strength to strength
I'm ten feet long
I feel like I'm walking
Round ten feet tall
|
XTC | That Is The Way | /x/xtc/that+is+the+way_20147720.html | Go and speak to your niece (do this do that)
Kiss your aunt on the cheek
Don't talk back, now run along
It's gone eight, say goodnight
That's the way that it's done
Boy and girl, girl and boy
This is how you do it and
Who am I to reason why
Wear a shirt, wear a tie
You look smart in a suit
Use your fork in the left
Straighten up shoulders back
This is the way that it's done
|
XTC | That Wave | /x/xtc/that+wave_20147779.html | That wave
Pulled me into your eyes
Through the greeney grey pebbles
And countless cathedrals arriving
That wave
Lift me into your mouth
Turning spires and spittle of pearls
To perplex the young diver
I flew down to the bottom of the sea
Where I questioned the fishes all about it
I was in heaven
Address cloud eleven
They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love
That wave
Carried me through your hair
Up from suffocate seaweed
The perfumed cushions cascading
That wave
Pushed me into your skin
Where I bathed in the promises
Giddy with planets parading
I swam down to the bottom of the sky
Where I questioned the blue birds all about it
I was in heaven
Address cloud eleven
They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love
That wave!
That wave
Pulled me right overboard
Into permanent morgasm
Emotional action painting
I flew down to the bottom of the sea
Where I questioned the fishes all about it
I was in heaven
Address cloud eleven
They danced and laughed spelling all I fell into was love
|
XTC | The Disappointed | /x/xtc/the+disappointed_20147955.html | The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles
Their placards look the same
With a picture and a name
Of the ones who broke their hearts
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that I've become the spokesman of...
The disappointed
Will bear me on their shoulders
To a secret shadow land
Where a somber marching band
Plays a tune for broken hearts
And day grows darker now
Everywhere, everywhere
The disappointed
Are coming in their millions
They're spilling from the bus
At a monument to us
Made of bits of broken heart
The disappointed
Are growing every second
They blot the sun to black
At the bottom of the pack
I'm the king of broken hearts
|
Xzibit | 1983 | /x/xzibit/1983_21046449.html | I had the right to sublurr, because they ache one stick
I saw five to six million but, yo, that ain't really shit
It was supposed to be different, we were supposed to write out
But tumach shot his girl, then shot himself in the mouth
Then the steady game form very soon fell apart
Because when you just doing all, the loyalty in your heart
Slight catch a long hymn on all these niggas
Forgetting where they're coming from
And they're slowing down, wait a minute, what we're running from?
This what we're supposed to do, here's where we're supposed to be
I hated MTV for trying to play me like a mockery
But that don't bother me, I just fulfill my fucking contract
Small price to pay just to take a piece of my back
My back, backfire, assassination of my character
Just demassing me in the America
My younger sister, Erika, just adopted a child
My older brother served fifteen, he made it out
Even though my father loved me, I ain't seen him for a while
Had to fight my baby, bitch, give me my nigga now
Cause I'm running out of time and I need him to understand
The way a superior man had build a brand
Niggas talk about my taxes, had to pay, I consemn
I'm surviving cause the lines ass crooked in the hand
Heartbreak, disappointment, my mother died when I was nine
I just wanted to join her
Now I miss to join her, get to California
I got something for you to do, it was like I was annoying
Resurrected, found my purpose, I remember being dragged
Being nervous when I would kick my verses
I was virtually worthless, my whole life was a circus
I was sleeping with serpents and I thought it is worth it
Got a call from Paul, told me shit isn't working
Exchange words, told me tell me that shit in person
He probably told him, and by the way did he said it
On a prolijetic twisted made about him
I see Slim and he said he didn't recognize me
Was it that or did he let another man to find me?
I don't know, but now I gotta get this all behind me
Follow my calling when I used to follow niggas blindly
I wish I had a better relationship with my uncles
Blood relatives I could turn to when I'm feeling trouble
And talk about my struggles
My uncle John Nail, he only put me on the phone
With different females
And this is such a such, nephew, tell me, what's up?
Ain't even ask about your man in Cali, growing up
Fuck, I drink it all and I smash the bottle
Self medicated numb, but I'm a feel it tomorrow
It feel like pain and sorrow was like a second skin
But now that pain was gone I got my second win
Only the strong live long, you better settle in
I'm fighting for ever, I will never let the devil win
1983, that's when my journey begins
I searched every word for stritting, only find it within
This for me and my kid, still trying to live
Living life to the fullest 'till I see you again
|
Xzibit | Best Of Things | /x/xzibit/best+of+things_20148128.html | [Xzibit]
I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let's start the process of elimination
This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha
The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers
Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill
This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal
Say your prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places
Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight
and you just tryin to see the afterlife
Make a decision before we have a head-on collision
makin me spend the rest of my life in prison
See I can only play the cards I was given
Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off
like the U.S. government did to Microsoft
Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
It's like
[Chorus]
I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams
I'm just tryin to have the best of things
None of y'all can't take shit from me
Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free
So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off
while all the rest get weak and go soft
Your petite style, can get you beat down
My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street now
[Xzibit]
Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel
How does WHAT feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal?
Not bein locked down to a fucked up deal?
The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille
We had to reinvent the wheel, draft new blueprints
Made a whole album, spent HALF what you spent
then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it
Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, come and get it
and I suggest you bring a million niggaz runnin wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
I ain't gon' stop til everybody's shot
Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot
with an infrared to your head, left for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then grow some dreads (ya mon)
I suggest you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance
it takes to get to the next solar system, motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Strike one, when a nigga talkin shit with his hands
Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your pants down
Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G
D-are-E, or any of my Alkaholik family
Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight line
Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, never relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax
Baseball bats and breaks upside of your head
Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin
and leave the stage with a standin ovation, it's like
[Chorus]
|
Xzibit | Bird's Eye View | /x/xzibit/birds+eye+view_20148096.html | featuring Tha Alkaholiks
Xzibit:
When it comes to shit like this
I always get it right the first time
playa haters and snakes
waitin' for mistakes
But that's the breaks the highs and lows
Of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z
Bringin' it live
Get it crackin' to the third degree
Xzibit breakin' niggas down like H.I.V.
We gring rap to your city like B.E.T.
But still feel California
Is the place to be, Catashtrophy...
Tash:
The Alkaholiks is back to fry you
Xtra crispy
With the skills that make the plots
to dis me Xtra risky
Cause the time it takes to infiltrate
And stop my forward motion
California will have broken off
And fell into the ocean
Cause i rocked around the world
With my ill type skill
Step for real or I'll leave your grill scarred like Seal
Cause I regulate the sectin where the drinks
Is gettin blended
Certifed bartender
So catch the 40
When I send it your way
Xzibit:
Niggas that hustle
Till the day light break
Go to county 20 times
Still can't go straight
Don't nothin in the mothafuckin'
World come free
I'll never see a nine to five
Cause it just ain't me
(It's like this)
Xzibit shall hustle, lift build muscle
And think like Russell
Survive and bring it live and direct
To any crowd through out the world
Like this come home
And smoke a spliff in the benz
With Swift
Chorus(2 Times)
Xzibit:
I'm fucked up J-Ro
J-Ro:
Yo i'm fucked up to
Lookin' at these bitches
From a birds eye view
My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew
Hurricane G:
So what nigga is it you want to do
J-Ro:
My flow is metaphorical
Historicly correct
What do you expect from a nigga
With my intellect
East coast representing West coast gangsta
New I ain't trippin'
I call up King Tee we go dippin'
Through the streets
Pumpin' hard core Likwit beats
Flowin' air blowin' loungin'
Inn them leather seats
Think gback how we used to rock the house party
Now we just fuckin' it up for everybody
Xzibit:
How dare you try to compare
Yourself to the original
Professional Xzibit break you down
Like correctional Facilitys
Limit all capabilities muthafuck MC's
Hard to read like Japanese
I'm spreading like disease
So I can't be stopped
By who you run with your click
Or the Btich ass cops
Xzibits' first LP
It hit your black like crack rock
I'm blowin' up your spot by remote
Mr. Cut Throat
J-Ro:
I"m from Cystal-ifornia
I warned ya I'd be on ya
The Ro is outer national
Cold as Henne-sota
I smoke 12 MC's a day
Just to fill my quota
From forty 0-hio
All the way to Ore-gin
Buddy my fingers are bloody Now I'm Washing-ten
I clown from Brew-york
Down to Mi-ti-ami
I soak up game like a shammy
Understand me?
Hook
Tash:
So Elizabeth it's MC's
That's comin' to join ya
Some will be from NYC And some will be from California
Cause I drop the lyrics on you
From beneath the Earth's surface
Where I write rhymes so fresh
I try to bite my own verses
Cause the purpose of my flow
Is to let you know
My style is badder than the water
Down in Mexico
Cause RICO blend styles like juice and gin
I got the Likwit shit
That have you seein' double
Like the Twins
|
Xzibit | Break Yourself | /x/xzibit/break+yourself_20148111.html | [Xzibit]
Last but not least we off the leash
The Art of War reach for your masterpiece
Feel the release from the phantom bangs you
Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you
Comin at you niggas from a different angle
Arch Angel choke hold and strangled
Kay Slay the game turn the tables
Get cables, I'm Kane you Abel
Start bullshit, conflicts, labels
Man handled, murder, mangled
Life support cut short we hold court
In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep
Fuck piece bare back doggystyle
Cement ya feet and hold ya down
Throw you off the bridge and watch you drown
Last one to laugh its over now
[Hook]
We'll trade ya six and pancake ya loan
Break ya bitch and take ya doe
Shake ya Crys and take it whoa
Layin down the whole dance floor
(Break yourself right now)
Open bar free drinks this way
Walkin the West, possin the South
Coke can put these in ya mouth
Hands up jack the whole crowd
(Break yourself right now)
[Xzibit]
Break crash from ya ass so don't rush to bust
Bitches die, cry, and lust for us
Damn it feel good to be platinum plus
Don't fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous
Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust
Clean get aways I get out the cuffs
Coast like a sailor you fuckin fucks
I done hand it hard to keep in touch
Don't pop the Crys I pop the clutch
Pop one to ya mouth cuzz you talk too much
Way in over ya head you get played
Left holdin the bag like John Forte
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
see'mon
[Hook]
[Xzibit]
Neva seen heard felt befo
want to rumble wit us just start the show
Fill up the chamber let me go
Out of town before the shells hit the floor
Duck tape ski mask professional
Fuck why'all, why'all homosexual
Hangin on my dick like testicle
Pop you disappear, "Where did he go?"
Pop up some where in Mexico
Rotate relate respect the flow
Hospital bed you vegetable
Can't walk can't talk lettin you know
We hit the hardest ask ya ho, at my show
Seen her in the front row
To the back stage in there she blow
There she blew
Then send her back to you (hello)
[Hook] - 3X
|
Xzibit | California Vacation | /x/xzibit/california+vacation_20909962.html | Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga,
Sipping on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga,
The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94',
So bitch get on your knees and give me head like it's 94',
And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop,
I'm the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak,
At the mudafukn Detox, take note grab a pen,
And let the world know the west is ridin' again,
I Graduated from Dre's school top of my class,
Treat my switches like my bitches got me dropping that ass,
Still bangin' the chronic like doggiestyle came with it,
And I roll a sticky on my bitch back while I hit it,
I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that,
5 million records on 1 plaque I hung that,
Still got Dr. Dre low ridin' in the 64',
When you see us, throw it up for the fukin' Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So I'm'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast.
Check game, I'm'a show you how to bang,
Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game,
All the time neph' I gotta let my nuts hang,
A chest full of chains a left han' wit' a pinky ring,
I'm in a steeler caps, Swisha Sweets peel em back,
My lil' hood rat, baby got that mini mack,
Baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that,
Whatever you send it's my nugga, we gonna send it back
I'm in the club, with the snub, getting' love,
With 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods,
And we don't give a fuck about none of ya'll,
And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg,
I done seen niggas hit LA and get dey chain snatched,
Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back,
What I look like the mudafukin Police,
It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets,
Especially when it comes to this Cali shit,
And I ain't talkin' bout hangin' in the valley Bitch,
Gang bang niggas all up in the alley Crip,
On some real talk nigga we the real Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So I'm'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast.
Damn, I heard blue rag niggas ain't fucking with the red rag niggas,
On the Westcoast (Fuck you mean),
Shit from what I seen, red and blue can make green,
Black wallstreet and X-o-leen,
Since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence,
Violence breeds enemies more permanent silence,
California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up,
We low ridin' together (YEAH!)
Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's be's and see's represent your letter,
Got Game the go getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter, Snoop Dogg the boss,
We gangster at all costs, ya'll niggas is so soft and pussies so fuck off,
For one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off,
This kush you gon' cough, (Cough, Cough)
Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandana hang,
Bang the coast my nigga.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So I'm'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast
|
Xzibit | Cold World | /x/xzibit/cold+world_20168654.html | Justine, 19, just got clean
Fresh outta rehab with self-esteem
She ain't felt this good in a while
A new leash on life, a vibrant thang, a beautiful smile
Used to run with a circle of friends, who was skeleton thin
Sniff white lines off powerful men
But see, all that's a thang of the past, she got class
And be damned if she'd let herself burn and crash
She ain't from money so she startin from scratch
It's hard working for scraps
It take everything she got not to relaspe
Locked down in 9 to 5, but at the 9 to 5
She get sexually harassed and chastised
Boss is a married man, she won't touch him
Frustrated angry man, she won't fuck him
She's out of her job, at Basket Cakes
Least it came wit an 8, 2 lines to the face
God Damn!
[Chorus]
It's a cold, cold, world, and you know it
Niggaz will lay you down and take your bread, yeah and you know it
Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it!
Only two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it, yeah
He was on his own, at a very young age
When he learned from the streets, made everything change
See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion
It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin
I ain't talkin paper like Jigga or Dre
It's more like 7500, 9 ounces of lle'
That's what he say he can get for the flip, they thought the deal was legit
But he stuck him and split, in deep shit
Now his mother work for minimum pay
Live a positive way, she the first one at church every Sunday
Blind to the needs of her son, he's a gatling gun
In the streets, jackin niggaz for fun
It's a non-stop search through the hood, but can't catch him
They found out where mom stayed and went steppin
The evil that men do, but still we continue
With death and dishonor, for the all mighty dollar, it's so cold
[Chorus]
He was 13, brought up in Baghdad
Ate with his right and made money with his left hand
Prayed to the East, 5 times daily
His mother and father just had a new born baby
Now his father was an Imam who carried the weight
And built his family on 5 pillars of faith
Never trippin off Western ways, it meant nada
Pilgramige to Mecca to circle around Kabba
300 miles away, British troops hit Basra
His cousin waged jihad and died with honor
He heard about the buildings on 9-11
And a man named Bush on a search for weapons
Now here come the U.S., to crush Saddam
Wit 88 thousand tons of missile and bombs
But his family's too broke to move or find shelter
If they all had to die, they would die together and that's cold... damn
[Chorus]
|
Xzibit | Deeper | /x/xzibit/deeper_20148080.html | Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?)
Specialist with a hit list
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off
Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage
Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise
Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy
Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with
That point blank to the face shit
Who you think this is
Young black bust a nigga ass strictly business man
Self disciple Heineken let the record spin
Paparazzi all over again, times ten
Like thee original sin
I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody
The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti
I kick back like karate
Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that)
To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at
Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken
I ain't Jamacian
Find another chick to jerk
A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work
Never rest put to the test get put to the death
Never the less only greater than
Trust no man
Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand
So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight
Burn your cornea
Big bad California
To the Waldord Historia (c'mon)
N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me
But all I see is capital H-E-A-T
I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run)
The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one
Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum
And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45
While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye)
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that)
To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at
Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy
You can't stop it love it or leave it alone
Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary
Full of well known villians that want to come home
Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax
Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome
My nigga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones
Heir to the thrown
Xzibit bring the lead to your dome
Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard
Protect they spots with heat
They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet
And who you sleep with
Might find yourself in deep shit
So hit me with your best shot
I'm lookin' forward to it
You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it
How dare you try to check the fluid
Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that)
To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at
|
Xzibit | Fight The Power | /x/xzibit/fight+the+power_20676422.html | Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go...
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
You gotta fight the power that be
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
You gotta fight the power
That be
1989 the number another summer (Get down)
Sound of the fucking drummer
Music hitting your heart cause I know you got soul (Brothers and sisters)
Listen if you're missing y'all
Swinging while I'm singing
Giving whatcha getting
Knowing what I know
While the Black bands sweating
And the rhythm rhymes rolling
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
You gotta fight the powers that be
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
You gotta fight the powers
That be
As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the prides arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
From the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothing's strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
'Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
Bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
You gotta fight the powers that be
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
You gotta fight the powers
That be
Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Motherfuck him and John Wayne
'Cause I'm Black and I'm proud
I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
Let's get this party started right (Right on, come on)
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
To make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
You gotta fight the powers that be
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Fight the power
Fight the power
You gotta fight the powers
That be
|
Xzibit | Gangsta Gangsta | /x/xzibit/gangsta+gangsta_21046451.html | Witness the downfall of men
I wanna kill you for your land, I don't mean to kill the reactor
Linking in Japan, I am here, got the gangsta for all your chain chains
March to the heart beat of the city
You only hear the drums when they audace and they see me
You know what time it is? Flavor with a thousand checks
It's like the ice ring surrounds my neck
I never worry about the referee, the gate keepers keep him locked for me
Push all to shallow, forever
Always will be underground X to the motherfucker Z
Fold it all for the money, can't team, where my gangstars at?
Hit the park, build at the car scene, blowing red everywhere
Look how strong we are
So there will be no war or shots
I'm about to give my city boiling hot and make 'em pray for real
And make 'em say my name, lit up more smoke than a power water drill
Concentration, determination
The very thin line between paradise and incarceration
[Chorus]
Gangsters, gangsters
Gangsters, stand up and rap what you're claiming
Police roll around, shake us down, always playing and I
Gangsters, gangsters
Streets made me into this man, gotta represent who I am
They say right before you day you get the irry feeling of peace
Then walk into the light
My soul want me take it without a fight
She says she wanna spend the whole life
But she only got me here for one night
Said it's time, better get it in. Call your best friend
I'm a call you wonder-twins
Stop and go like red light traffic, innovation made it another classic
We made it happen
And big hip hop want us gut cut
Niggas dare too much than offense popped up
Another game fucked up, because the lanes clocked up
But the content sucks
I wanna fill up some big red trucks, tour then through
The whole world, motherfuckers lining up
'Cause these tickets won't move like crap
You're tying west coast around my back
And y'all niggas saying fuck it with that
[Chorus]
Can't even rely on your own eyes, everything fake now
Toast to the bad guys
That will leave a whole class swimming with the fishes
Part machine, part skill, part intuition
I cooked my first album in my father's kitchen
He told me how to make a living, twenty grand and half a chicken
Now I'm shitting on myself and still I let him know
That if he turn me in a turn around, it kill us both
This is a cold world, but I'm a polar bear
Destroy the earth like a silver flare, best beware of us
In God we trust, but everybody else gotta pay cash up front
Caught there, they try to tear me down
I'm on a level now, I speak like I mean it, the focus study my literature
Clean house, taking out the trash. I'm in the fly zone
Where you past, gangsta?
[Chorus]
|
Xzibit | Get Your Walk On | /x/xzibit/get+your+walk+on_20148134.html | [Xzibit]
(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin
y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
[Xzibit]
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop
It's the best thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
want to fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
[Xzibit]
Tell y'all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world'll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
|
Xzibit | Getcha Groove On | /x/xzibit/getcha+groove+on_20148157.html | Yes, millennium shit
Limp Bizkit, hah, X to the Z, yeah, hah
Bringing it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlement
Hahaha, my home boy
Yo, get at 'em dog
You don't want to fuck with me today
Cause a little somethin' somethin'
Didn't go your way
So try not to feel like that today
Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from
Round the way
Come on
We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only giving a fuck
If you're invading this space
Gotta getcha groove on (Gotta getcha groove on)
Don't keep us waiting too long (keep us waiting too long)
Don't you treat me like a toy kid
Are you enjoying this?
Every single I'm alive I'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicating through the genelect
High tech
Kick you on the run now
Don't want to be that guy
Every single second I'm alive
I'm alive
I don't understand why
I've got control for the candy in ya soul
I'm bumpin' up the sweetness
This is what you need
Another little piece of me
Inside of you
Cause you that I always keep it true
And that's exactly what I do
It's what I do
Yeah, it's what I do
You don't want to fuck with me today
Cause a little somethin' somethin'
Didn't go your way
So try not to feel like that today
Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from
Round the way
Come on
We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only giving a fuck
If you're invading this space
Gotta getcha groove on (Gotta getcha groove on)
Don't keep us waiting too long
(Don't keep us waiting too long)
I've got breakneck delivery
No time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability
Shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul
And find yourself
Cause mind control
Can turn y'all into someone else
So fast you'll hear the party spin the fuck right off
Me and Fred about to go half of Microsoft (yeah)
Burning twenty percent
Your little half ass, direct hits
ain't even making a dent
Running the red
All hell Xzibited lick
As we attempt to bring home the championship
It's all in the rist
I still lead the league in assist
Give me the fifth
I'm drinking while I'm taking a piss
You don't want to fuck with me today
Cause a little somethin' somethin'
Didn't go your way
So try not to feel like that today
Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from
Round the way
Come on
We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only giving a fuck
If you're invading this space
Gotta getcha groove on (Gotta getcha groove on)
Don't keep us waiting too long
(Don't keep us waiting too long)
I've got untapped material
I serial kill shit
Give me the real shit
X finish him off quick
Making your jaw split
When I'm touching the mosh pit
Constant conflict
Knock you faggots unconscience
Nauseous, raising the stakes
Increasing the weight
Got homies I can lay down
And lift their plate
So quit trying to invade my space
Before I call for a face to face
And gotta rest my case
This is how we do it
Just recognise
We can get you right to it
Look into these eyes
Look into these eyes
And you'll see the size of the fame
Then you might despise
The size of my game
Step the fuck back
Xzibit's on the track
You shoulda buckled up
Before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that
A demo from an eight track
Brought me to a place
Where platinum comes in eight stack, bitch
You don't want to fuck with me today
Cause a little somethin' somethin'
Didn't go your way
So try not to feel like that today
Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from
Round the way
Come on
We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only giving a fuck
If you're invading this space
Gotta getcha groove on (Gotta getcha groove on)
Don't keep us waiting too long
(Don't keep us waiting too long)
|
Xzibit | Hey Now | /x/xzibit/hey+now_20223313.html | I'm a menace, to society baby
The police want to relocate me
They run up with gun up, but they can't faze me
They wanted to come up, but they ain't crazy got
I ride one in the chain with gun on top
Six train Chevrolet rolln' without no top
Got them hydraulics is dumpin and make it drop
California to Virginia, Timmy makin it hot
Takin long rides in a G4 plane
X-Man to the stage got em goin insane
Yeah nigga got the world sayin my name
I'm bout to make a little change, I'm a keep it the same
X to the Z baby, run up on ya, hittin corners
Phantom platinum grill
X be the life of the party,
Don't be scared girl, reach out and touch somebody
Can you feel the speakers jumpin
Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin
Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
Feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
'Cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In the club like they wanna do somthin
Feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
Hey girl, look where I live
40 acres and a Maybach Benz
You wanted to party, but I got biz
This ain't entertainin, I'm feedin my kids
On a 4-oh-5 in the car pool lane
Got to hit some corners, I'm ridin the cane
Wanna ride out to a island, and tan your frame
And just waste away a couple of days,
Holla back at me!
Look where I rap, make the crowd get loud like the sound of a gat
LA on my baseball hat, where they wanna ride up on you in that black on black
Move, betta, bounce like a mother
When brother got mass weapons of war with each other
X getting big, not ready to die yet, my militant mindset
Got you runnin for cover
Can you feel the speakers jumpin
Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin
Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
Feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
'Cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In the club like they wanna do somthin
Feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
I'm the life of the party,
I got a moon roof, we poppin up out of
Look at the whole world they talkin about us
I got a mean hook, to rattle ya body
I wanna talk a little, pick ya brain
Wanna see you in somethin little, walk around the plane
I got a lot to gain, getting my record off the ground
Like David Blaine
So now, what you know bout me?, I'm a self-made man from poverty
Now I own a lot of property
I pimp rides, lifestyles, and companies
Now let me spit you the facts
I used to hustle the corner, but I ain't bringin you that
I'm like swingin a bat, run at yo kneecaps for comin out ya face like that
Baby girl touchin my chain, now let me tell you who I ain't
Bitch you can't run no games, (A gangsta baby, ain't nothing changed)
Can you feel the speakers jumpin
Other cats surroundin' but they won't say nothin
Muggin in the club like they wanna do somethin
Feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
All the girls mean muggin
'Cause they musta seen what a girl pulled up in
In the club like they wanna do somthin
Feelin kinda rowdy, huh?
Hey Now, Hey Now
|
Xzibit | I Came To Kill | /x/xzibit/i+came+to+kill_21046441.html | This is the long drop method it was supposed to be more humane
Measure your height and your weight to break your neck with your hand
Sometimes they use a shore drop or they use a crane
Either way the victim dies in agonizing pain
But if the calculations ain't correct when the rope's set
The rope will rip the head right off the motherfucker's neck
My appointment at the gallows x emerging from the shadows
With a vendetta beetle who wanna battle
Man you gon' get whipped in flaw shackle to an A-frame
Beaten full force until you can't repeat your own name
Till you smell the smell of burn and flesh
Keep you alive until you pray for death
Drawn in the corner disembowel until there's nothing left
Saudi Arabia amputation for petty death
Li chin translated this the leader in death
A rubber tie filled with gas around your arms and chest
Set you on fire turn your body to a melted mess
Ask the AT about the south African necklace
Go ahead and pick your poison it was coming to you
Call me the prison bull I came to fucking kill you
[Hook]
Have must I come through merciless
Be quick with that bullshit you heard of
Uncut mole what have we ride through
And always remember that death will come off swift wings
Anyone who run contested now know have we now picked you whatever
I came to peel
Hands behind your back shackled then I forced you to kneel
Shoot you in the back of the head send your family the bill
For what the bullets cost I'm on my China shit
Eye for an eye waterboard you like my government
Impaled and left at the front gates
Used to hear the sound of broken arms rib and leg makes
Whipping and pull apart call it the breaking wheel
By inquisition espanish mi corazon is free
No compassion don't expect it when I fucking see you
Lethal injections is my profession loading up my needles
My iron maiden the Caucasian the Asian
The information received by the ancient art of persuasion
I'm 'bout to drop like a guillotine
The cut is quick and clean I promise you won't feel a thing
I'll never kiss the ring
I rather storm the castle kill the king then set fire to fucking everything
|
Xzibit | Just Maintain | /x/xzibit/just+maintain_20148105.html | [Xzibit]
I look you in the grill
And I laugh inside
Niggas always perpetratin
Like they down to ride
But please don't try to tell me
What I can not see
What's the real definiton
Of A Fake MC
[J-Ro]
Muthafuckas only rappin since 93
And expect all props
[Xzibit]
Them gettin dropped like hot rocks
"So stop what you doin cause I'm
About to ruin".....
Like Shock-G get turned to stone
Tryin to rock me
I separate my thought process
From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain
Tyrin to maintain
I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls
I seem like Kadeem
In a whole different world
It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves
Forgettin who they are
When they try to be that superstar
They don't understand
It's all in the game plan
Exploit the art
And watch Hip-Hop fall apart
But I'm a do my part, and stay true
And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you
HOOK
[Hurrincane Gee]
I'm not the type
To play games or drop
Name I just maintain
And burn rappers out the frame
Doin my part to stay true
And keep breakin down
Bitch niggas like you
[Xzibit]
But above all else
I represent it for myself
Leavin muthafuckas stretched out
Or better yet X-ed out
Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme
Like nicotine, never get me clean
From your blood stream
We all can't bust, so do it how you must
But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed
With hand cuffs plus
In got we trust but don't trust us, we just
Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust
Like that
[J-Ro]
I make it seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
[Xzibit]
We bout to rock the whole planet
And bitch niggas can't stand it
Try to play the back and look intense
You need to hit a fence
You don't want none of this
Hands on experience
I'm no the type to play games
Or drop names I just
Maintain and drop rappers out the frame
[Hurricane Gee]
I bring it to the ruffest toughest
Mic killers
And you want to be niggas
And you burn bithces, type vicious
Imitating Hurricane flow for riches
You don't know the half
I got the ill vocab double rap style
Gettin bucked
More freaky than your last good fuck
Milkin you like ba ba pieces
Meetin niggas lyrical wishes
Writin rhymes and washin out dishes
Flowin with the likwid wicked
Representin with my nigga Xzibit
And we gonna do it
And do it and do it
Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight
Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic
Smashin and trashin
Fuck Moschino fashion
All you muthafuckas need to stop askin
Valued more than the chrome
On your last set of wheels
Hurricane here to reign on your brain
Just maintain
|
Xzibit | Killer's Remorse | /x/xzibit/killers+remorse_21046440.html | [Chorus]
I'm sorry I met you
I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry I killed you
I'm sorry I murked you
Because I'm all alone now nobody is with me
Nobody to threaten that they about come get me
I wish I could go back to where we began
I wish you was alive so I could kill you again
I wish we had more paths to cross
Nobody even cares if they survive my loss
My killer's remorse
For me we are the same should be laughed at
Could be the very fame shit to get your bitch ass clacked
You fell slick next now drowning in your own pool out back
I kick the cats and dog tube the shit I don't count that
You're my angel of death I strangle till there's no breath
I kill the kill kill till there ain't nobody left
My conscience don't inhibit me I kill deliberately
Just wanna be like God, cause God kills indiscriminately
I'm so christian I'm so muslim
Super size on your mom trigger get push up
I'm parallel to hell I'm ready so Satan what's cooking
And rappers running their mouth they don't know how close their bitch ass is
coked
To get turned in ghosts nigga I will kill you
Don't get it cross memories fade just as blood washes off
I said memories fade just as blood washes off
Hope to see you soon
[Chorus]
I feel so guilty my hands are filthy
From decorating your face all over the building
I'm staying sincere if I ain't making it clear
I'm writing on the wall with the blood man I wished you were here
But you moved on at your funeral I beat you with slam
I hugged your mom tell your sister and her kids to be clam
I will tell 'em you gone you just sleep in a dream and all c'est la vie
We smoked you like the weed in the bong
Have you ever seen the bloodstain
And know that person has returned from every once came
Regret is such an ugly thing only if you let it fuck with your brain
But it ain't gonna change a fucking thing
What's done is done chop that shit up to the game
You're still dead when I'm still alive
And I never got the chance to utilize my best alibi
[Chorus]
Started the bullshit escalated to violence
In result of the violence infinite permanent silence
Now I feel empty not even existing
My worst enemy is no longer against me
I remember the hatred and how it consumed me
And you felt the same thing but never could move me
A shot to the face is nothing like in the movies
The back of your brain is out the body keeps moving
So I should rejoice now because you are past tense
The last of my enemies the last of you bastards
The dirt on your casket
I'm so alone now you were the reason to carry my danger my chrome out
And I just sold out and wait for the contact
And life for the combat and now we be on that
And I'd take it all back if I knew what I knew now
What's a shooter without somebody to shoot down
[Chorus]
|
Xzibit | Klack | /x/xzibit/klack_10193663.html | Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time
It seem like the whole world waitin on the West coast
We missed you.. welcome back - let's go!
Uhh, yeah that, new West
Yes
c'mon, uhh
Uhh
Here we go - Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang
Uhh, yeah that
Yes
Klack, klack - klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack, uhh c'mon
Yeah, uhh
YEAH! YEAH!!!
Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out
When vocal chords spit cold shit they never thaw out
Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out
Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout
Full body armor with bangers, we goin all out
Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out
Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out
Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out
Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route
Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out
I know you ain't fuckin with me dawg (c'mon NOW)
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out
Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out
Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought
Show you what this gangster killa Cali is all about
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
KLACK - for the niggaz that bang in the inner city and
KLACK - for the enemies creepin to come and get me
Be thankful, if you get away alive
You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin die, so keep it movin
[Xzibit]
Yo! You don't like how I'm livin well FUCK YOU
Nastradamus style, make every line come through
Don't make me spit predict your last action
Last man standin (yeah) last man laughin (yeah)
Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (CLICK!)
Hit you long range, high powered, 30-30 shit
If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle
Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!)
Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden
to swoop down and crash your party
All bark no bite (SHIIIT!) we don't bark nigga
We bite to the white then shake 'til the afterlife
Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy?
Make you want to drop e'rything and move to Cali
We classic, go 'head, speak my name
And I'ma lay your ass down like the All Star game, c'mon
[Chorus]
[possibly Strong Arm - uncredited]
Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade
Bitch-made niggaz get, hit with a hand grenade
Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road
and I'm back in the hood lookin for somethin to smoke
Everytime, I use the element of surprise
With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide
I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts
Get locked but, when I'm released I'm back at it
See, Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and
Phil got the customers comin to get it early we
came a long way from po-lice chasin us
for dope in our socks and angel dust
Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin they titties
This, mac'll have you bitch niggaz runnin like P. Diddy
I'll bang you, comin out the side of your mouth
We the reason why you stay in the house, Stizzle, Gang
[Chorus]
[unimportant ad libs to end]
|
Xzibit | Last Call | /x/xzibit/last+call_20148162.html | [all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
(that's right)
So I need your name and your number
(yo, yo)
Before the night is through
[tash]
Y'all wanna talk about drinking?
I took a drink, took a swallow
Left the champagne bottle hollow
Passed my keys to lil' talo
Can't crash the el dorado
You know how it go
When you sipping on mo'
You be tore up from the floor up
And you don't even know
[xzibit]
I had the bartender set up three shots
I knocked 'em back
Nitrate over the track
The whole crowd reacted
From right here through the ? ?
Baby relax you're rolling with me
It's mister a through x to the z
[sfp]
Going out with my friends
To celebrate the weekend
I hope the club is jumping
So I can find a little something
Wanna get my drink on
Wanna get my freak on
I'm gonna try to come on
Before the night is over
1 ? [all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So I need your name and your number
Before the night is through
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So I need your name and your number
Before the night is through
[sfp]
Checkin' for the sisters
Flossin' the prada
Dolce gabana baby can I holla?
You know I'm peepin' at'cha
Hoping I can catch ya
I wanna get at'cha
Can we dance before the night is over?
Come on, oh
Repeat 1
[sfp]
This round is on me
Champagne and hennesy
I got chips just get what'chu like
Next round is on you
Tequila shots and brew
I'm getting faded yo
Cause I didn't drive
[tash](xzibit)
It's last call y'all so all y'all
It's time to pull your money out
Come through, post up
Peepin' all the honeys out
Smoke fest, guinness out
Got your homies passing out
(party down baby)
You know what x and ca-tash about
[xzibit]
Yo I stay with it
While you perpetrate and try to play with it
Something people with the all chrome
Custom fitted whatever you want
From the car straight to the bar
We're the la guns holding hennesy for everyone
Repeat 1 till end
|
Xzibit | Lax | /x/xzibit/lax_10193662.html | You better get ready for the war
It's so frustratin, so many hatin
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin
You better get ready for the war
A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it
You get, mopped and dropped like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hopin I fail
Cause if I fail you'd be happy like a faggot in jail
I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black McClaren with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell
Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball
You getting shutd own soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic spittin rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime, like an M-16
Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean
And the spring that's connected to the firin pin
That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again, begin
Look ma top of the world, the best of the best
King California, L-A-X
Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing!
It's so frustratin, so many hatin
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin
You better get ready for the war
It's so frustratin, so many hatin
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin
You better get ready for the war
Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate
Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate
I ride through my city like a presidential candidate
L-A-X, Phantom double-are, and accelerate
Stack build elevate, crash through the prison gate
Generation hate, appetite to eliminate
X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate
Traffic contraband, yeah banned through the interstate
Got a sick flow - didn't know? Let me demonstrate
Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate
The left hand lands and the right hand devastates
Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate
Irate, get snatched to a better place
Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape
Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake
In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase
Look ma top of the world, the best of the best
King California, L-A-X
Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing!
It's so frustratin, so many hatin
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin
You better get ready for the war
It's so frustratin, so many hatin
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin
You better get ready for the war
You better get ready for the war
|
Xzibit | Likwit Rhyming | /x/xzibit/likwit+rhyming_20148164.html | [Xzibit]
From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee
"From now and forever its the Likwit Emcee" [Scratched by Tony Touch]
[Defari]
Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
Rearrange 'a the mark ass stranger
Behold, the look on my face stone cold
With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
I'm the Golden State bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
Time for me and mine, but for any kind I can't care
Stormy weather rain liquid
Defari con Tony Toca, Tash, and Xzibit
Break necks bounce with it when I spit it
Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
Let it knock when you mashin down the block
Rims spank with the car wash
Watch the bitches stop
An look, always stay five steps ahead
Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
Dead to the world but ?Hayru? he be the sun
Always burnin, 'Cause my job is never done
Run from one time I rather dump an AK
that's for all the black and brown that got carried away
To the morg, when I look in the mirror I see the Lord
"Oh my God" [Scratched by TT]
[Tash]
Since niggas want to set trip
It's time to start the checklist sh the Likwit rhymer runnin through your city
reckless
Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that shit for breakfast
My style be standin out like my homie Tony's necklace
This is flawless raw'less for ya ballers
Nah, fuck why'all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
Nah, fuck dat, this is for my homie Tony Touch
I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
New York, L.A. its not the same thing
why'all niggas rob, out here we gangbang
Guns to the ammo, niggas think they Rambo
Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
Dang yo' flow sound just like D's
Who want to battle three G's for T's
Please, read it off the lips of the Alki-bumrusher
Fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't want to Touch ya
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't want to Touch ya
Say what?
I'll fuck you up so bad, Tony wouldn't want to Touch ya
[Xzibit]
Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, Sid Vicious
I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin tonight
Rapper's Delight, keep it at the house but ain't fuckin it right
Got'choo stuck in the headlights, can't move
Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
But I ain't stoppin for nothin
Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up
Rappers act like they ain't gon' die for small fry
Try to reply, don't touch what you ain't gon' buy
I ain't gon' lie, motherfucker love to get high
Barely get by with scraps and pennies
Now we winnin Grammy's and Emmy's
And party with the henni and remi
Got a big bang theory nigga keepin it hot
Its the art versus ??? or not
[Scratched by TT]
"Let me show some off me skills here"
"Alright....that does it"
|
Xzibit | Louis XIII | /x/xzibit/louis+xiii_21046444.html | Never has it been so brightExplain
Gotta tail bitches, get outta my sight
Bitch, you blocking my light
I'm in Vegas front seat at the fight
I'm a alcoholic so you know I'm getting it right
Louis the 13th
Hennessy black when I'm thirsty
I like my liquor dark milk chocolate Hershey)
But first we
Gotta bang loose for the niggas that's been waiting on it
Patiently debating, even hating on it, bitch
I started this gangsta shit
House shoes and the shotgun, check the pinks)
The hangover is over, Tila created the lynx
(So tell the whole world to suck my dick, real shit
The addiction that you can't deny
Twelve steps to recovery, or else you die)
Yeah, this is for you and I
Fly, pelican, fly
Fuck trying to get by
Or we can put that bullshit aside and kill 'em
L-B Cool S
Put a (?) out in Sweden out in (?)
So what makes a motherfucker so damn fresh?
We on the coast, yeah, you know to the left
Louie the 13
Back down original, pack-town originiator
I'm full of 40's like the g-thang refrigerator
Getting paper with my neighbor like that Clippers and the Lakers
Drinking Jac' next to Jack, courtside at the Staples
Affiliation is vital for survival, we rolling
(?) pull it up with a million bucks
(And I'm feeling like a million bucks
A all-star nigga still in shucks
Louis the 13th
You can say what you say, just spell (?) right
Still got a lot of Louie's leftover from last night
We alcoholic minded, DJ rewind it
Bitches in liquor, we only fuck with the finest
King-T your higness
I'm timeless, y'all niggas is spineless
Drinking everything on the wine list
So yeah, nigga, come and catch this fade
Or break bread and we can all get paid
Louis the 13th
I got 14 courts, all sorts of imports
Premium spirits, mixed with marked lyrics
Don't fuck with Xzibit, I will crush your frame
Say my name, I will hunt you down like Saddam Hussein
I'm crown royal
Coming out the Compton soil
Niggas in the kingdom stay loyal
It's the old English, linguist, distinguished genius
Always got a cup in my hand
Louis the 13th
Lets have a conversation on my present situation
I don't need to be a star, I got my own constellation
Professional inebriation, we having a celebration
A live nation and heavy rotation
Patience
Hold more information than a free mason
It's a secret society, never try sobriety
SS Bugatti, live with the Illuminati
(?) picking up the bodies
We crash the party
(?) and Harley's mixed with Bacardi
Man, fuck everybody
|
Xzibit | Nobody Sound Like Me | /x/xzibit/nobody+sound+like+me_20148089.html | If you saw you walking on a street and a
black man were comin' torward you
what would you be feeling?
Just one single black man? (yeah)
I really don't fear that
You know but if it's a group I'm talking from age thirt
even thirteen even younger than
thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street.
Interviewer:
Well let me ask you this...
"I don't want niggas soundin' like me" -Ghostface Killah on 'Shark Niggas
(Biters)'
"I don't want niggas soundin' like me knowhatI'msayin'?" (x2)
Xzibit:
Yo we gettiin' restless me and D.O.G.s
Never pretendin' rather we sendin' a very clear message
Either you with me or against me punk hit 'em up
Provide housin' for these shrimp from the shells we dump
I'm makin' 'em bounce other niggas fail to bump
Til we takin' advantage of inflicting irreversable damage
It's the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC
Bombin' first cause I feel it's better to give then receive
You better believe
Xzibit stays savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage
But see all that irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate
I dance with the devil for the hell of it
Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape
Cause everything you rhymin' about is actually fake
So make room for the legitimate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit
Hook
Montageone:
Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid
To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums
To shut down artists with beats the deep closure
Battlin' top rank for bank and exposure
So open up your door to me Cause if it's closed
I'm a brakin' in with some pantyhose
Over the mic
So you don't know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It's not permitted by the right
The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco
Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a
van
Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate
I spit on the mic to get these MC's pussys wet
For those with plans to clone me thee original
It can't be done I'm digital (digital)
Hook
Xzibit:
Yo who want to come see the hard rock?
The non stop green block yo whole block receive speed knot
You need not
Get brave my bullets never graze
They hit close to home separating flesh from bone
So better get off on your own bitch
Rollin' chrome shit tryin't to own shit
I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer
The author of my own destiny
So I suggest you stop stressin' me
I'll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out
Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs
Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier
I'm lock mode and shoot from the shoulder
And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape
Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake
So make room for the legitimate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin' you rankin' top dollar but really counterfeit
Hook
"I don't want niggas soundin' like me. On no album"
|
Xzibit | Recycled Assassins | /x/xzibit/recycled+assassins_20148092.html | There's no escape from the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'
Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'
But season after season they recycle assassins now
He's too advanced for his own good
He didn't get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood
Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game
He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain
Nothin's changed in a city flask
Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and low hats, forever
Until the job is done and no one's left
My man Jeff told me with his very last breath
To watch moms
But they got her with the car bomb
Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm
Niggas play for keeps like casino
Baby's has got fathers just got back from doin' Chino
With nothin' to lose loose screws in the attic
The only skill a nigga knows is how to strip an automatic
And stash the barrel stab a nigga something terrible
Death resume 20 kill in incredible time
No guilt and shame
On the mind stuck a nigga for lookin' didn't know he was blind
So I find
Mankind is a serious threat
To another others kind when there's something to get
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what they got
Nobody saw shit cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys
There's no disgues for the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin' now
There's no escape from the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'
Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'
But season after season they recycle assassins now
I came from a family of one girl and three boys
Fuck playin' with toys our fun was on the block
Watchin' all the cats negotate the neighborhood stock
My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin'
My older brother I figure was the ring leader
Whenever these cats move they all bring heaters
All black and nickel plated (c'mon)
Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks
And look at how fast they made it
My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content
With G.I. Joe and Tonka trucks
But I want butts, livin' first class delux
15 years old soldier ready to serve these clucks
My older brother was touched
It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane
Crack house for my birthday
The next day my brother shot in cold blood by the police
In a rage he lived but he payed the price
Caught with keys 25 to life
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon nigga)
But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood
I really can't remember my body doin' good
For long big decisions somebody got to make 'em
Undercover recognize the face now can't shake a
Phone tap (what) and now I'm in the belly of the beast
Use to sittin' in leather sheets now I'm sittin' awaitin' release
Visitors day, my younger brother came down
Put the toys down excited about the first round
He bust I was crushed to finally see
The solution to the problem could of started with me
It's on now
There's no escape from the ones who harassin'
The reason for the illin' is the reason for askin'
Now I try to school 'em on the killin' and blastin'
But season after season they recycle assassins now
|
Xzibit | Right On | /x/xzibit/right+on_20148122.html | Yeah, ha
Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah)
You got money and then bitches
Power..
Ya had it, ya lost it
Ya leased it, ya flossed it
Business fell through now ya comin up off it
He bought it, he rolled it
He passed it, you smoked it
Now ya fucked up off some weed mixed wit coke shit
Ya love her, ya hate her
Ya fucked her, ya raped her
Twenty-five to life 'cause ya can't control ya anger
Its heavy, its deep
Its solid, its weak
Things people say about ya records in the streets (Check it)
Be careful what ya wish for
Ya fuck around and get it
I did it got in it
Spit it and didn't waste a minute
So where my niggas at?
What part of the game is that?
I paid my dues now nobody tryin to pay me back
And if they did i would probably have as much as shaq
My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack
This what its all about
You better stall me out
And feel the aim of the name you niggas callin out
[Chorus]
If you feelin how I'm feelin
And you ready and willin
to come to the table
I put it together who doin it better
Come bounce with me (Come on)
You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!
If you movin how I'm movin
And you chosen and proven
So lose the illusion
The top guns cue the confusion
Come bounce with me (Come on!)
You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)
Take em out!
I'm tired, I'm hungry
You're lazy, disgusting
You're lay around my house and ya never do nothing
I seen it, believed it
Planned it, conceived it
Missed me with the bullshit bitch I don't need it
I cheated, you cheated
We cheated, so beat it
Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited
I broke it, replaced it
I slammed it, I chased it
Hands in the air if ya love gettin wasted baby!
You never seen us before
You betta come and get it
You with it I'm with it
I'm busy baby you fuckin with it
Is it your place or mind
don't want to waste your time
And you can get it how you want it it'll blow ya mind
Its over time
Takin pride in the bump and grind
A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine
This what its all about
You better stall me out
Its just the game of the name you bitches callin out
[Chorus]
Pop it, drink it
Float it, sink it
Plan to stop me then you better rethink it
Drive it, use it
Pimp it, abuse it
Shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music
I live it, I die it
I'm laughin, I'm cryin
Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying
I hear it, I taste it
I touched it, I faced it
Breakin down the bullshit back to the basics
I had to kick in the door
that's how I had to get it
I shitted with lyrics
And getting better for fuckin credit
Gettin gangsta with it
The best that ever did it
Hit it and quit it my nigga
You shouldn't babysit it
We need more emcees and less wannabes
Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality
that's what its all about
Kill em and haul em out
Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin out
[Chorus]
|
Xzibit | Scent Of A Woman | /x/xzibit/scent+of+a+woman_20361083.html | Yeah, check it out, they say behind every strong man
Is an even stronger woman
[Chorus]
Cause she, was put here to defeat me
Cause she, cuss me out, quick to leave me
Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need
Cause she, blow my phone up, to reach me
Cause she, tried to lock, now she leaves me
Cause she, not what I want, not what I want, not what I need
Man, X aint' with that sucka shit
I'm from a place, where they quick to say "Fuck A Bitch"
And gettin' grits, off of pussy, try ta get a hitch
But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit
Me and my clique, ride through cities like we own the shit
You caught my eye, looking fly, body lookin' thick
So who am I? I reply with my government, exchange the numbers
Escapades for days, satisfying my hunger
Don't trip, you from a long list, a long line
Get in line, you so fucking fine, you spendin' time
Introduce you as a friend of mine, never my woman
I got twenty twenty cord vision, seein' you comin'
Livin' my life, I don't need a wife
But you persist, tryin' ta strengthen our relationship
But I'm a dog, and a dog gotta run the streets
Without a leash, this ain't workin' so I'm sayin' peace
You ain't the one for me!
[Chorus]
You found some way to hold on, through all the bullshit
Never seen a woman so strong, I used to pull shit
Now them days, long been gone, I gotta move in them streets
Provide a place for all my peoples to eat
I'm feelin' stuck, had to hustle up
The ATF hit the house, had me shackled up
You lost your mind, hate the time, I was in and out
You never let a brother down, when you stressin' out
You stressin' wanted me, to figure out a different route
You could've left, but you a rider and stuck it out
And it's a trip, because it's like you never missed a beat
You waited anxiously, patiently, stayin' strong for me
I sat aside, thinking back to the way I was
The way I am, and how I gotta be a stronger man
I understand that you love me and you want the best
But if you want to take the good, you gotta take the rest
I rock a vest, baby!
Cause I, run these streets for my struggle
Cause I, carry heat for my troubles
Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need?
Cause I, want family so I'm buildin'
Cause I, want futures for my children
Cause I, is that what you want, is that what you want, is that what you need?
And all this time it was you
Baby forgive me for the pain, I was puttin' you through
It's me and you against the world, so I'm keepin' it true
I know I haven't been the best, the wrong things I pursue
I used to think I was the MAN, wasn't havin' a clue
I wasn't lookin' for no love, but I found it in you
It's so true, behind every great man is a women
Every time you call me, Baby Girl, I'm a come runnin'
You got a soldier livin' right, girl you saved my life
I sacrifice, anything to keep my family tight
I seen the light, and when the world try to beat me down
You always given me another reason, I can smile
Cause you believed in me, when there was nothin' there to see
My wife can be my better half, complete my family tree
Ugh, nothin' can stop us now, Vera Wang gown
Watchin' your father, walk his little lady down the isle
Cause you the one for me!
Cause she, was put here to complete me
Cause she, wooze the earth, underneath me
Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need
Cause she, won't let go, she won't leave me
Cause she, won't leave, what she don't need me
Cause she, got what I want, got what I want, got what I need
Dedicated to the real ones out there
Ugh, yeah, this is for you
|
Xzibit | Sorry I'm Away So Much | /x/xzibit/sorry+im+away+so+much_20148139.html | (Xzibit talking)
Come here Tre, what's up son, come on
To whom it may concern, yeah, listen
Sorry I'm away so much, yeah, yeah
All the sons, daughters, penitentiary niggas, yeah feel me
Uh, sorry I'm away so much, yeah
(Xzibit)
My son was born about four and a half years ago
Loved and protected him, amazin how fast they grow
I came to know about his likes and his dislikes (yeah)
Video games, taught him how to ride his first bike (that's it)
This is the life my little nigga, I see you gettin all upset
When I leave the house, poutin, let me tell you about
Tryna make it in this world and provide for you
Cause on them overseat plane rides I miss you too
Never knew that I would have to be away so much
Five thousand dollar phone bills keepin in touch
We Starskey and Hutch, yeah, we partners for life, yeah
I rock mics, so I'm sorry when I hug you if I squeeze too tight
Long nights in the studio take me away
Gettin mad 'cause I'm tired and you want me to play
Money can't replace time, I'm just tryna get you outta the fine relyin
And expand your mind my lil' ni', yeah
Yeah, c'mon
(Chorus-X)
Look, sorry I'm away so much
Understand me, yeah
It's for you, hah, yeah (you, and you, and you)
c'mon, look, sorry I'm away so much
Huh, we keep it gangsta
Look
(Xzibit)
I got a brother locked down, he be out in a couple
Knuckle for knuckle, a veteran and nothin but muscle
Now broadcastin live from behind the wall
Stayin tight through long kites and telephone calls
Gettin hype when you see your brother on T.V.
Can't wait for your release so you can roll with me
Arrange everything exactly how it's supposed to be
For right now here's a thousand, J, stay lo-key
You say damn Xzibit, whyn't you pay a nigga a visit
Time limits got me movin a million miles a minute
Knee deep, gotta strike while the iron is hot
Still gotta eat and keep the lights on when it's not
Sleepin on cots, bullet wounds got you in knots
I wish I was there to snatch you up instead of the cops
Muthafuck it, do the time and get it out of the way
You goin from convict to corporate nigga in one day (in one day)
(Chorus)
(Quik)
Now I ain't never been this hot before
So in essence it's obvious, I ain't never been this out before
I'm spending 25-8 days, 366 times a year
Up in the studio freakin and mixin rhymes in here
Nothin but beer, bud smoke, Hen and Coke, women and sheer
Callin playa niggas there
Not the kinda place I really want to bring my son
Get on lil' Dane, gon' in there and have you some fun
Used to be that ??? be up there sewin ya clothes
While I'm with you on the PlayStation showin you codes
Hit the X button stupid, forward, left, right, X
Now I'm tryna get your college fund, bustin with X
(Suga Free)
Come here, give that here dada,
no no don't do that mama 'cause dada be back
Here go your ba-ba, Pampers, flashy ???, you can see that
You tryna figure out
why dada talkin to you through this glass on the phone
Ooh, I socked a bitch and then she snitched, but I'll be home
Can't keep me away, just can't stay away
(Chorus-Suga Free)
(Suga Free talkin to fade)
|
Xzibit | Spit Shine | /x/xzibit/spit+shine_20299265.html | I ma' clean this whole shit out like colonics
With words put together better than Sony electronics
King of the jungle, humbly stay honest
Eat with the lions, swim with pyranhas
Gasoline the seem, strike the match
Inferno, I'm too thorough nigga' so stand back
(Oof!)
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhymes
And make my career take an incline
I'm strict with knives, straight with razors
Good with grenades and great with gauges
Been around the world in a million stages
Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes
I had guns before thugs was in fashion
I mashed out before niggas knew mashin'
I knew terror before the plane started crashin'
I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughin'
I'm gon' be here after the smoke die down
Insomnia style, I won't lie down
Fight the good fight, don't need no help
Keep your hands up, defend yo' self
Move like I move and live life long
Can't move up if ya' heart not strong
Get'cha own shit 'cause this shits mine
(Yeah)
Every time I spit I shine
Cocksucka' I preach what I practise, back shit up
Wrap this rap shit up, still actin' up
Get found in a trunk of an Acura
Y'all suck like jail and Dracula
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred
Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay shit
So I guess that means I can't fuck wit you now
Two down, let off, vacate to new town
It feel like Bishop and juice now
Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose down
(Yeah!)
Rough sound, same strong background
Been on black, the big boys layin' chips down
My whole train of thought is
To bully any mothafucker wit problems and not get caught
I was blessed with life but I curse to death
I'm a spit to my very last breath, fuck y'all
I'm gon' be here after the smoke die down
Insomnia style, I won't lie down
Fight the good fight, don't need no help
Keep your hands up, defend yo' self
Move like I move and live life long
Can't move up if ya' heart not strong
Get'cha own shit 'cause this shits mine
Every time I spit I shine
Let me give this a three second look, I hit a million dollar target
You ain't came up yet, well nigga' let me show ya'
Come across dope like planes and boats
Like balloons filled with Coke down a mexican's throat
You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self
Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected
For evidence of the weapon and the people involved
Let one nigga' talk, everybody gettin' caught fa sho'
I say that to say this
(What?)
If you can't handle the time then ride the bitch
Might as well touch ya' tail and jump the fence
Castrate ya' self, expose the bitch
X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it
I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach
You ain't a killa, you a album filla
You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over
I'm gon' be here after the smoke die down
Insomnia your style, I won't lie down
Fight the good fight, don't need no help
Keep your hands up, defend yo' self
Move like I move and live life long
Can't move up if ya' heart not strong
Get'cha own shit 'cause this shits mine
Every time I spit I shine
|
Xzibit | Spread It Out | /x/xzibit/spread+it+out_21046447.html | I'm heavy hearted, heavy headed, misunderstand it
Try the permanent repercussions, I empty the cannon
I'm addicted to ganja, roll it up in a wood
Drink a gallon of heaty, throw it up with the hood
I'm a rhyme for my people, give my people a voice
Never follow the leader, use the weapon of choice
This is not an illusion, this is not a mirage
Conversation with God, spilling my soul out
I own assault weapons that fall down like Megatron
The iron mob, try better bombs, I'm better alone
So tag along like a dog with a bag of bones
Smoke to the sack of gold, nigga on a grind
Put my motherfucker records on
So they can relate to the hate and the pain
To the struggle and strain
Never take it in vain, bring the one and the same
Press and push your forehead at the back of your brain
So now
[Chorus]
Let's spread it out, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out
It go oooo, oooo
And you can't get none, you don't want none
You can't get none
Spread the fuck out, gets these hot ones
I try not to get involved with the nonsense
I'm from the time where you couldn't pause comments
Couldn't hide behind a computer
Catch a fatal get shot by a shooter
A barracuda for Buddha
I maneuver to the manure, ignore the allure, the illusion
My bad, sorry for all the confusion
If you thought I was finished, if you thought I was done
The saga continue, bring it back on the one
I'm coming back with a gun, cause I saw that I know
Meditated intentions, my shit ready to go
Never taking a smoke, in my profession you need aggression
A weapon, you can brand the shit to your own discretion
And I hear, just a sandwich, nigga, what's your preference?
I chose bad and now I'm headed in a right direction
They're sick of the decisions, now my family is good
Make you well understood, put you back where you should be
[Chorus]
This go for all my people, people who see we're equal
I feel they come, it is dark, I protect us from evil
We misheard an illusion, car can make a confusion
People constantly losing, we suffer everywhere
Enough with all this swagger, party's a baggy bagger
We hear a session is starting, let me show you what's heading at
Money's so fucking tight, the root to all them fights
She make you wanna not ever, not ever come home at night
But she know that you go off with that stripping ho
While your woman is wondering where does all your money go
You try to make it rain, maybe lock you a chain
Maybe inducing brain from bitches everywhere
Pussy nigga, you lame, get on top of your game
Feed your family, man, this is simple and plain
Children retain, remember living upon the pain
That's when they curse your name, they will see you do the same
Yeah, so spread it out, nigga
[Chorus]
|
Xzibit | State Of Hip-Hop Vs. Xzibit | /x/xzibit/state+of+hip+hop+vs+xzibit_21032160.html | Man, I'm talking about that six four rag top
Green, with the back racked
Everything mat black, caught it in a six pack
You know what the fuck it is and what I came to do
Now put your hands up in the air, like I'm about to shoot
My agenda is here, crystal perfectly clear
Breathe apocalypse in, we have nothing to fear
We have nothing to lose, pressure applying the rules
Wasp on a motherfucker and knock him up out of his shoes
That's what my coast love, good money, great drugs
Every bad bitch you can think of
Swagged out, locked out, flamed on, purve out
Shit face from shots, your words come swirled up
Better put the word out, mind I find the mediocre
I'm a bust it down, serve 'em like a bunch of smokers
You can fuck around, who else get the fly
You know I asked your little mind is your prime world dying over
[Chorus]
Order in the court, that's what you came to see
The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z
Not a verdict to see, just the moment of truth
Fighting the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot
I be my own attorney, watching you try to burn me down
Testimony testifier from the underground
Order in the court, that's what you came to see
The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z
I create in a dark, darkest place in my heart
I finish off with your started terror, I tear you apart
I am not for the cage, I'm the climb to the change
Dread the eye and the needle, that means accurate aim
That means I can arrange haters and hideous things
I'm the sickness you feel, sickness from popping a vein
Paranormal presence to people who can never explain
Why deal with the devil when dealing with you is the same
I got a proposition for all you bitches listening
Get in position, let me nail it like a crucifixion
Give you what you've been missing
A man in my condition shouldn't be allowed around crowds without supervision
Call it a superstition, can't get this out my system
I got a fetish for fucking over my opposition
It's time to set the standing, the mother ship is landing
We didn't come here in peace, we're here to take the player
[Chorus]
I came up with the wolf, they came out with them tools
Elevate you out the earth gravitational pool
This is not for the week, this time works for the streets
Mister X to the Z, motherfuck, what you think?
Motherfuck, what you blog, this for my loss and my dogs
Standing tall, still calling shots from behind the wall
I've been tried and I'm true, reassemble my crew
Carry on tradition, position I'm put here to do
Make movements my elemental, I did make some improvements
You can check my potential, tool to never pursue it
If I listen to critics, there would be no Xzibit
Dreams splattered and broken never breaking my spirit
Listen close, you can hear it, the footsteps of the future
Ain't no time like the present, live the past and excuses
Fucked on anything, fuck it, I keep it exclusive
You just saw as if acoustic, this that real nigga music
|
Xzibit | Symphony In X Major | /x/xzibit/symphony+in+x+major_20148123.html | Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world
My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script
If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick
How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit
We don't need conversation, just crowd participation
If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations
Seperate myself from y'all, segregation
Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation
Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation
Got a live occupation, live for the moment
I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents
I got eyes in the back of my head
I never sleep so they bloodshot red
Yo we so far ahead of our time
If we can stop life and press rewind
You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up
Turn it up! Turn it up
This is it! This is it
We the shit We the shiiiiiiiiiit Get with it!
Give a fuck Give a fuck
Who you wit Who you wit
Turn it up! Turn it uppppppppppp Get with it!
Truthfully speakin, it's lonely up here all by myself
So I had to come down and pass around some help
From N.W.A to whatever's next
Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks
Your shit ain't sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it
You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it
One session, one song, I'm gone
The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born
to add to my universe - let me show you
who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst
Warning from the Surgeon General
Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical
Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?
Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz
Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was
Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck!
Turn it up! Turn it up
This is it! This is it
We the shit We the shiiiiiiiiiit Get with it!
Give a fuck Give a fuck
Who you wit Who you wit
Turn it up! Turn it uppppppppppp Get with it!
Stay.. in your place Stay in your place nigga
You can't face, what we bringin
What we bring to the game, playa
Bounce like this Bounce Bounce like this
Blaze your shit Blaze your shit
And get high for meeeeeeee
Let me give y'all niggaz somethin to hold
This product not to be sold
Know you can't cook it over a stove
You can flip it and come back with a mitt
Don't make me reach through your limo tint
I just want my twenty percent
This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon
I think I'll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon
Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch
I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin a white bitch
Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss
X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus
So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday
We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin spot away
Organize permission like, organized crime
Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes
Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes
Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up
Turn it up! Turn it up
This is it! This is it
We the shit We the shiiiiiiiiiit Get with it!
Give a fuck Give a fuck
Who you wit Who you wit
Turn it up! Turn it uppppppppppp Get with it!
|
Xzibit | The Gambler | /x/xzibit/the+gambler_20148124.html | [Xzibit]
Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there's plenty of room for everybody man..
Yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look..
[Xzibit]
Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla
Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker
To a certain extent
When it's on, it's over
Don't get no chance to get popping
Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin
Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks
Sure as God made man, the first man was Black
The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap
That's all I know, 'cause poppa didn't raise no rats
Face the facts not the fiction
I Build my empire from a pocket full of stones
And a fifth of ambition
Niggas want to ball but they never want to listen
So instead of coming up, they just, come up missin
My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents
Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance
Without no conflict, you'll never have progress
I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a
[Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)]
One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on)
Three-time felon with that itch for dough
These madd street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro'
I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Work it)
Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars (Come on)
And you want to know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah)
These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh)
I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living
[Xzibit]
Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (nah)
I'm just want to drink, smoke, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you
I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers
I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches
I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood
Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose
Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin
But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems
It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top
Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not
We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches
Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga
[Interlude - A.H. (X)]
I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes
I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, 'cause
Pimpin' ain't easy why'all,it's too sleazy
Too greasy, and I can't take it easy!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Everytime I try to get out
I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win
Nigga got the whole world on his back
Overeact, matter fact we act like when animals attack
I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap
Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin with that?
Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain
Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke
Motorola nigga up the old fashion way
This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say
Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas
And half-ass rappers that think they can get it
We the Golden State, we keep the whole thing bouncing
Why'all move units, we move mountains
Why'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V.
We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'ma
[Chorus]
|
Xzibit | The Whole World | /x/xzibit/the+whole+world_20361163.html | Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang
Way beyond the days of rockin' them stupid rapper chains
Comin' through clear the lane, send a bullet through your brain
Number one with a bullet, faster than the bullet train
Pop it if you pull it mayne, hang with orangutans
I live for my soldiers, ask them, they gon' say the same
My gauge rings your bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name
Legendary classic, niggaz be punk pussy and plastic
Wastin' the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!)
But look how strong we are, man I'm a motherfuckin' star
Every week I cop a house and a car
The mini-mansion off in Vegas with the vanquish
That's where I mastermind my situations, determination and patience
We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator
Spittin' twenty five times, see your bitch ass later, see'mon!
[Chorus]
That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin' to see, cause he a G
I got the whole world waitin' on me!
I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time
I got the whole world waitin' on me!
If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and let's slide
I got the whole world waitin' on me!
Yeah! I got the whole world waitin' on me!
Niggaz screamin' they the shit but that shit ain't real
I don't need to be the shit cause shit roll downhill
I'm escalatin' aggressively, millions built up in equity
Corporations invest in me, bangin' shit 'til the death of me (yeah!)
Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick
My kid's kids couldn't spend this shit
Get a grip, pop a clip, chop down that brick
No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit
Quick to roll out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buildin'
We soldiers devoted dressed down like civilians
Niggaz wanna kill me because I make millions (that's weak!)
That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!)
Novocain the game, no shame
No feelings, no names, no numbers, naw bitch
You can't hang with us (no!)
Ashes to ashes and you can't bust
You so popcorn and fake industrious, yeah!
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, whattup Key?
I'm liftin' plates you'll never find in the weight room
So stay tuned my platoon finna touch down soon
Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas
Most niggaz ain't really honest so I'm watchin' my step
I'm the hardest cold-hearted artist, the coast is clear
Dubai, Australia to Africa, this is the year!
Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system
I be swimmin' through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em
I know you hopin' I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side
It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!)
Don't procrastinate, don't waste time
Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state lines
Military minded, stickin' to the base lines
Intellectually brighter than California sunshine
Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up (yeah)
I love my struggle, never cover my scars up (c'mon)
Nigga
[Chorus]
|
Xzibit | Three Emcees | /x/xzibit/three+emcees_20148174.html | Xzibit intro:
Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it live
Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit squad
Hook:
"one mc" "after" (x3)
"on the mic"- souls of mischief
[xzibit]
All that get money take money sound funny
So I stick to my own I can feel it in my bones
These clones and clowns ain't really down
Play the background westbound
Huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound
Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
You can stick that into places where the sun don't shine
All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight
Spend half a million dollars still don't sound tight
Bring truth to the light
I write rhymes for the under
Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber
Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down
As long as I can twist a fat one and pass it around
Mr. x to the z from the likwit crew
La to elviaire with my man eq
Coming live and direct with your neck like this
Come home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
I stay fucked up
Hook
[del]
Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous
Kids are squeamish
When they attempt to refless
I'm the apex
Shows get rocked half the words ?
Hold your glock your whole goal is props
You'll never get 'em
My rhythm just fluctuates
You can't o.d. no matter how much you take
I rush your plates
Crack your lenses clean like benzene
Cool like menthol
My shits the end all
Majorly gain your speed slow your role
You lie and like pinochio your nose will grow
Let's go
Underground compress co
Bust these jewels these diamonds out
But still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout
Mine in doubt
Traversing' the earth like zombies
And rocks your dirty laundry
Presented to the world as comedy
Del rips it honestly that's why the girls are found of me
And don't be squandering your little flow
You ain't got many
You're fly spinning
We constitution
You seek contribution from del for usage
Over these acoustics
I take time out for use of
Harkus representing proof in you walkman
Lockin' competition out of studios
Everyday I live is like a musical
Create my own score
More funkier than shaft on my musical path
Hook
[casual]
They like "ooh. don't say that."
When it's lay doe a dat competition where they at?
I diss 'em
Steady at the rhythm
Like a pilot I keep you silent
Through the turbulence words will get violent
Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes
All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave
It's the brave courageous lyrically contagious
Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of
An egyptian
We rips then
Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin'
Cause no light shine through a flow like mine
Casual might ignite the mic for pastime
With one style older than the sundial
My elaborate connection of words is fun how
I display, dismay this way gettin' bissy
Crackers show off the top while I'm hittin' a j
My immaculate style attackin' with nouns and verbs
For the wack it gets foul
Got a full metal jacket off rhymes to press
To manifest under pressure
Past style a lyrical treasure
Never the less I get fresher
It's involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows
Will dispose of all
When they appear in my crystal ball
I know you wish I fall
"yes y'all"
Hook
|
Xzibit | Year 2000 | /x/xzibit/year+2000_20148182.html | I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute
Yea thanks for the lighter
Anybody smoke here?
Aight, that's more for me you punk
Motherfuckers
Look, check it out, look
[verse 1]
Everybody, he was born to hustle
It's a very thin line between the boss
And the muscle
We foot soldiers
Face first in the trenches
Only time I'm on my back is fucking these
Hoes and weight bitches
Hell's kitchen, raw kitchen
Never crying and bitching and settling
For less
Metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary
It's x-man the mercenary
Carry a .44 desert eagle
Feeding the people even if it ain't legal
Low-riding in the regal or the cadillac
Money stacked probably give yo ass a
Heart attack
Purchased your last cd I want my money
Back
You see the battle ima see you in the
Street
Survival of the first to draw the heaters
And the cannons
I'm guaranteed to be the last man standing
[chorus 2x]
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the
Front line
This one's for all of us
Thinking bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause it's the year 2000
[verse 2]
Everybody wannabe king
Fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than papier-mache
Started with dre
Graduate to radioplay
I still ain't satisfied
Bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain
Motherfuckers get rich
Ain't this a bitch
Barely can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my life to the street
It's not for you if your stomach is weak
Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets
That's the only time I really find peace
Having violent stand-offs with the police
North hollywood beef
Grinding my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed I'm the bad seed
Smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes
Bleed
Dedicated to the niggas that despise us
So ain't nobody s'posed to be here
Besides us
Catch a flatline
[chorus 2x]
[verse 3]
I was one that never begged for nothing
Me and my homies build penitentiary
Huff-it
Running your mouth like a bitch cause you
All on my dick
What is he dogg pound now? is he still
With tha liks?
Is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is
Business stay the fuck out of my family shit
A grown man, the back of my hand is what
You will see
If the x-fives make you believe
You check the sound scan I do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath, make xzibit have a good laugh
It's going down, hit the ground like a
Plane crash
You lil fags ain't prepared for the x-man
Scared and desperate
Young and restless
There is no guest list
Move to the back of the line
Yo it's my time, prime time only where the
Beats and the rhyme shine
[chorus 2x]
|
Yazoo | Bad Connection | /y/yazoo/bad+connection_20152538.html | Morning this morning the curtains are shut
I'll ring you in the morning but the phone's been cut
Can you hear me I've been calling all day
Can you hear me
The radio reporter said the line's all dead
He told me that I oughta write a letter instead
Can you hear I've been calling all day
Can you hear me
[Chorus:]
I'd wish they'd fix the wires cause my baby won't know
That I'm leaving in the morning and I'm ready to go
Can you hear me
Can you hear me at all
Gotta get the operator make a telephone call
And if I write a letter it won't get there on time
I'll only reach you baby on the telephone line
Can you hear me
I've been calling all day
Can you hear me
My car's already and my bags are all packed
I'm late already and I won't be back
Can you hear me
I've been calling all day
Can you hear me
[Chorus]
Oh can you hear me
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Let Me Know | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/let+me+know_20532024.html | I couldn't see
I couldn't hear
Shut me off when you were near
Like a cloud
A dusty mirror
Disappear, you disappear
All of a sudden
All alone
I'm calling out
I'm calling love's gonna let me know
Like the day you took me home
We counted every minute left to go
My love's gonna let you know
Time without you drags me down
It all feels right with you around
It all feels light with you around
Like that night we hit the ground
And all the lightning sends a chill
Can't forget about you still
All of a sudden all alone
I'm calling out
I'm calling
Love's gonna let me know
Like the day you took me home
We counted every minute left to go
My love's gonna let you know
Calling love's gonna let me know
Like the day you took me home
We counted every minute left to go
My love's gonna let you know
I'm calling out I'm calling
I'm calling out I'm calling
I'm calling out I'm calling
I'm calling out I'm calling
I'm calling out I'm calling out
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Little Shadow | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/little+shadow_20836759.html | Patience, shadow. While you're sick, there's no sight to see.
Little shadow, little shadow.
To the night, will you follow me?
Pardon, shadow, hold on tight to your darkened key.
Little shadow, little shadow.
To the night, will you follow me?
Closer, shadow, volume strikes, still we're cut free
of this song, little shadow
To the night, will you follow me?
Hey, shadow, stars, break of dawn, take a turn for stars, to my fantasy
Little shadow, to the night, will you follow me?
Little shadow, to the night, will you follow me?
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Maps | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/maps_10195414.html | Pack up
I'm strayed
Enough
Oh say say say
Oh say say say
Oh say say say
Oh say say say
Oh say say say
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Made off
Don't stray
My kind's your kind
I'll stay the same
Pack up
Don't stray
Oh say say say
Oh say say say
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Maps
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Miles Away | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/miles+away_10195423.html | As the cars go by
Under the sun like an enemy
You wonder, you wonder, you wonder
As a spider comes
And looks at you like an enemy
You wonder, you wonder, you wonder
Yeah miles, miles away
She's hurting people in a better world
Miles, miles away
Dressed again in the hot water
You're more beautiful than ever
Looking in the car's rear view mirror
Floor is hard uncomforted
By the second time
She wondered, she hungered, she hungers
Like a killers wife
As the cars go by, as the cars go by
As the cars go by, yeah as the cars go by
Miles, miles away
She's hurting people in a better world
Miles, miles away
Dressed again in the hot water
Well, you're more beautiful than ever
Looking in the car's rear view mirror
You're more beautiful than ever
Miles, miles, miles, miles away
Miles, miles away
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Mysteries | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/mysteries_20532022.html | My arms are all twisted
The only thing I miss is
I messed up
I missed it
I messed up
The missing of you
It's getting to sound
Like they've seen you around with her
No mystery
No mystery
No mysteries
Everyone knows
The secretest code of mine
They'll tell all my friends and
They'll tell all my enemies too
Mystery
No mysteries
No mysteries
No mystery
No mystery
No mystery
Take it away Nick!
I don't even know what it's like not to go back to you
I don't even know who I like less
You or me
You or me
You or me
Oooh
It's anyone's, anyone's guess
It's anyone's, anyone's guess
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Mystery Girl | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/mystery+girl_10195421.html | It was the struggle of the century
And all the grown men came to see
The girl who tamed the tiger, yeah yeah
The heart of southern lovebirds
They found her under the sea
She said she came from cell block three
The girl hit hot like a barracuda baby
She floated on air like a crest of wave
She was a primal institution
She was a danger to herself, yeah
Mad loving by the cold hearted
Take a big breath
Because we just started
Mystery girl
Mystery girl
Keep on faking your mystery world
Cause the mystery boys
Will be your toys, yeah
Cause the mystery boys
Will be your toys
Not a day goes by I want to disappear
Into her eyes a mother pearl
And my head feels dead
With all this useless fighting
But my heart ain't dead
Cause it keeps on loving
The girl hit hard like a barracuda baby
She floated on air like a crest of wave
She was a primal institution
She was a danger to herself yeah
Mad loving by the cold hearted
Take a big breath
Because we just started
Mystery girl
Mystery girl
Keep on faking your mystery world
Cause the mystery boys
Will be your toys, yeah
Cause the mystery boys
Will be your toys, yeah
There be your toys
There be your toys, alright
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Rich | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/rich_20302395.html | I'm rich
Like a hot noise
Rich rich rich
I'll take you out, boy
So stuck up
I wish you'd stick in to me
Flesh ripped off
Raw
Hey!
Turnin' it
Beatin' no beat
The walls are always speakin'
No want no want no want no speakin' at all
She slipped
Down a rot drink
Unzipped
She doesn't exist
So unloved
I took 'em standin' up
So stuck up
Raw
I'm rich
Like a hot noise
Rich rich rich
I'll take you out, boy
I'll take you out, boy
Hey!
Turnin' it
Beatin' no beat
The walls are always speakin'
No want no want no want no speakin' at all
Turnin' it
Beatin' no beat
The walls are always speakin'
No want no want no want no speakin' at all
(Rich rich rich rich rich)
(Rich rich rich rich rich rich)
(Rich rich rich rich rich rich)
(Rich rich rich rich rich rich)
Rich rich rich rich rich rich
Rich rich rich rich rich rich
Rich rich rich rich rich rich
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Rockers To Swallow | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/rockers+to+swallow_20661563.html | Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Tell me we're rockers to swallow
Tell me we're knockers to bite
And out of the beats of tomorrow
Tell me what beat fills the night
A da da da da da swallow
A da da dat da da wallow
A da da dat da da wallow
A da da dat da da wallow hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
No need for those
It's all over your clothes
It's all over your face
It's all over your nose
No need for those
It's all over your clothes
It's all over your face
It's all over your nose
Cheap high
High light
Cheap high
High night
A da da da da da swallow
A da da dat da da wallow
A da da dat da da wallow
A da da dat da da wallow hey
Tell me we're rockers to swallow
Tell me we're knockers to bite
And out of the beats of tomorrow
Tell me what beat fills the night
A da da da da da swallow
A da da dat da da wallow
A da da dat da da wallow
A da da dat da da wallow hey
Hey, huh, hey
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Runaway | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/runaway_20836813.html | I was feeling sad
Can't help looking back
Highways flew by
Run, run, run away
No sense of time
Want you to stay
Want keep you inside
[Chorus: x2]
Run, run, run away
Lost, lost, lost my mind
Want you to stay
Want you to be my prize
I was feeling sad
Can't help looking back
Highways flew by
Run, run, run away
No sense of time
Want you to stay
Want keep you inside
All along, not so strong without these open arms.
Hold on tight.
All along, not that strong without these open arms.
Lie beside.
All along, not so strong without these open arms.
Ride beside.
[Chorus: x2]
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Sealings | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/sealings_20532019.html | Checked my glove for the cash
It was all for the one, for the one
Slept my baby through it all
Checked my door for the crash
Shut like the first, you shut the last
I won, I won, slept my baby through it all
I want out, I want out
I want out, I want out
Drop, drop down a floor
Shoot, shoot out your mouth
These days are scraped from ceilings
Drop, drop down a floor
Shoot, shoot out your mouth
These days are scraped from ceilings
I want out, well, I want
Checked my glove for the cash
It was all for the one, for the one
Slept my baby through it all
Checked my door for the crash
Shut like the first, you shut the last
I won, I won, slept my baby through it all
Love is in the metal
Love is in the metal
Love is in the metal
Love is in the ooh
Who loves who?
Love is in the metal
Love is in the metal
Love is in the metal
Love is in the ooh
Who loves who?
Drop, drop down a floor
Shoot, shoot out your mouth
These days are scraped from ceilings
Drop, drop down a floor
Shoot, shoot out your mouth
These days are scraped from ceilings
I want out, well I want, I want
Left my love for the cash
Left my love for the cash
Left my love for the cash
Only one can pass
Left my love for the cash
Left my love for the cash
Only one can pass
Left my love for the cash
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Sheena Is A Punk Rocker | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/sheena+is+a+punk+rocker_20776072.html | 1, 2, 3, 4
Well, the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
Ready to go now
Got their surfboards
Gone to the discotheque, a go, go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
New York City really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Sheena is a punk rocker, Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker, now
Sheena is a punk rocker, Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker, now
Well, she's a punk, punk, a punk rocker
Punk, punk, a punk rocker
Punk, punk, a punk rocker
Punk, punk, punk rocker
Well, the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
Ready to go now
Got their surfboards
Gone to the discotheque, a go, go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
New York City really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Sheena is a punk rocker, Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker, now
1, 2, 3, 4
Punk, punk, punk rocker
Punk, punk, punk rocker
Punk, punk, a punk rocker
Punk, punk, punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker, Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker, now
Sheena is a punk rocker, Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker, now
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Soft Shock | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/soft+shock_20836859.html | Unknown, talk to unknown
Ever, lasts forever
Well it's a shock, shock to your soft side
Summer moon
Catch your shut eyes in your room
In my room
In your room
In my room
Louder, lips speak louder
Better, back together
Still it's a shock, shock to your soft side
Summer moon
Catch your shut eyes in my room
In your room
In my room
In your room
Whats the time
Whats the day
Go and leave me
Whats the time [Repeat x2]
Whats the place
Go and leave me
Out,
Leave me out [Repeat x3]
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Subway | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/subway_21059765.html | I lost you on a subway car
Got caught without my metro card
I waited, waited for the express train
Gonna catch up with you wherever you are
I waited and I waited
I waited and I waited
I waited and I waited
I waited and I waited
And it was hot
And then it stopped
It was metal on the mental
It was somethin' in my heart
It was metal on the mental
It was somethin' in my heart, my heart
Got on the train and I took a seat
Thought, why all these people all watching me
Caught my reflection in the subway car
Thought look at you whoever you are
I waited and I waited
I waited and I waited
I waited and I waited
I waited and I waited
And it was cool
And when it stopped
It was metal on the mental
It was somethin' in my heart
Metal on the mental
It was somethin' in my heart
Well I got I got I got I got
Got off got off on you
I got I got I got
Got off got off got off on you
I got got off I got
Got off got off got off on you
I got I got I got
Got off got off got off on you
It was metal on the mental
It was somethin' in my heart
It was metal on the mental
Some somethin' in my heart
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Sweets | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/sweets_20532018.html | Green shadow, water weight all over-all over me
The end will shelter me away
Can we meet again, meet and meet and meet again
Can ya fill the can if ya can't fill me?
Who ya following?
Who ya starting to move like?
Who ya falling for, who ya falling for?
Whose lies?
Who ya following, who ya falling for?
This sound's on your side
Secret blue purple pink and green right over it
Hold on 'cuz the coldest hasn't fought yet
Well if we meet again, meet and meet and meet again
Can ya catch the can if you can't will it?
How will you want something to hit with
Spinning again and again and again and again
What's your crime
What's your crime
Well how will you want
How will she fall
How will she spin
She's spinning again and again and again and again
What's your crime
What's your, what's your, what's your, what's your
What's your crime, crime, crime
What's your, what's your, what's your, what's your
What's your crime
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | These Paths | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/these+paths_21059768.html | These paths we'll cross again, again
These pants rubbed off against, against
These paths we'll cross again, again
These pants rubbed off against, against
Take your seat on the tip of the star that you see
Take your piece, take a sip or you'll starve from that shit
Take your piece of that star, take your piece of it kid
Take your piece or you'll starve, take your piece, take it kid
These paths we'll cross again, again
These pants come off against, against
Take your seat on the tip of the star that you see
Take your piece, take a sip or you'll starve from that shit
Take your piece of that star, take your piece of it kid
Take your piece or you'll starve, take your piece, take it kid
These paths we'll cross again, again
These pants come off against, against
Take your seat on that tip of the star that you see
Take your piece, take a sip or you'll starve from that shit
Take your piece of that star, take your piece of it kid
Take your piece or you'll starve
Take your piece, take it kid
Paths, paths, paths
Paths, paths, paths
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Turn Into | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/turn+into_20532017.html | I know, what I know, I know
On the car ride down
I hear it in my head real low
Turn into
The only thing I ever--
Turn into
Hope I do
Turn into you
I know, what I know, I know
That girl you found
Keeps that kind of window closed
She'll turn into
The only thing you ever--
Turn into
Hope I do
Turn into you
Can't say why I kept this from you
My those quiet eyes become you
Leave it where it can't remind us
Turn this all around behind us
Oh! Well I know!
I'll fall right in to keep you out
I'd like to tell you all about it
I know, what I know, I know
This last time around
I'll hear it in my head real low
Turn into
The only thing you ever know
I know, what I know, I know
Ah yes.
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Way Out | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/way+out_20532015.html | Lies and love
Lies, love
Bed wetting son of the great heat
It's all over me
It's all under me
The face ain't making what the mouth needs
Wonder more
Want, more
Than we did before
Try the new tease
Well, quiet you
Get over me
The shit is running and it runs deep
I'm way out
Way out
When you mean it on the inside you still can't to me
Fits around me so tight, nuh oh
Fits around me
I'm way out
Way out
When you mean it on the inside you still can't to me
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Wedding Song | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/wedding+song_21059772.html | With every breath I breathe
I'm making history
With your name on my lips
The ages fall to bits
In flames I sleep soundly
With angels around me
I lay at your feet
You're the breath that I breathe
Some kind of violent bliss
Led me to love like this
One thousand deaths my dear
I'd die without you here
In flames I sleep soundly
With angels around me
I lay at your feet
You're the breath that I breathe
You're the breath that I breathe
The breath that I breathe
Breath that I breathe
You're the breath that I breathe
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Y-Control | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/y+control_10195415.html | Oh so all my lovin' go's
Under the fog fog fog
And I will leave them all
Well I'm just a poor little baby
Cause well I believe them all
Oh so while your growing old
Under the gun gun gun
And I believe them all
Well I'm just one poor baby
Cause well I believe them all
[Pre-chorus]
I wish I could buy back
The woman you stole
[Chorus]
Why-control, why-control
You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
Out of control, out of control
You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
Out of control, high control
You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners
Out of control, out of control
You walk, walk, walk, walk, walk my winners out
Oh so all my lovin' go's
Under the fog fog fog
And I believe them all
Well I'm just a poor little baby
Cause well I believe them all
[Repeat pre-chorus and chorus once]
|
Yeah Yeah Yeahs | Zero | /y/yeah+yeah+yeahs/zero_20780281.html | Shake it like a ladder to the sun
Makes me feel like a madman on the run
Find me never never far gone
So get your leather, leather
Leather on on on on
[Chorus]
Your zero
What's your name?
No one's gonna ask you
Better find out where they want you to go
Try and hit the spot
Get to know it in the dark
Get to know it whether you're
Crying, crying, crying oh oh
Can you climb, climb, climb higher
Shake it like a ladder to the sun
Makes me feel like a madman on the run
Now you're never, never far gone
So get your leather leather
Leather on on on on
[Chorus]
Was it the cure? Shellshock!
Was it the cure? Hope not!
Was it the cure? Shellshock!
Was it the cure?
What's your name?
[Chorus]
Was it the cure? Shellshock!
Was it the cure? Hope not!
Was it the cure? Shellshock!
Was it the cure? Hope not!
What's your name?
|
Yelawolf | Best Friend | /y/yelawolf/best+friend_21097720.html | [Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Ain't never been much of the church type
But I believe in the last days
I walk through Hell almost every night
But I believe it's a pathway
Say boy, what you doin' with your life
With those tattoos on your face?
Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price
Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way
[Hook: Yelawolf]
To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
I hold You nearest
My best friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance
I can almost hear it
My best friend, best friend
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit
Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
I don't know much about Holy Bibles
But I grew up in the Bible Belt
I put my love for a woman on idle
Because I got beat with my mama's belt
But I learned from my mistakes
Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
But if you spit on my fucking grave
And wish me Hell then I wish you well
I'mma send you straight up to my best friend
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Eminem]
God, please could you arm me with the armor
To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi?
Could have gone the other way many times
Could have turned Dalai with the lama
But I squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent
Recently, but don't jinx it
It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace though
Maybe not finna enter
The priesthood, but at least should
Make an attempt to show some remorse
And to be some sort of a repenter
For the people I've been a minister
Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher
Into the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper
This patience of mine is thinner
Than twine is when I get attacked
So I might say something back that might offend you
So if you don't like when I rap
Or what I have to say on the mic then you
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks
And take a fuckin' hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner
(I got a best friend, best friend)
Plus balls and intestines
And they never been yes men
They gon' tell me when I'm fuckin' up
The minute I'm ever giving it less than
I'm about to vomit and I can feel it coming
Cause failure's something I can barely stomach
And I only listen to my gut
So unless you're my fuckin' belly button
Don't tell me nothin'
You ain't my (best friend, best friend)
Who you think I'm talking 'bout?
Lifts me up when I'm down and out
Still look to him without a doubt
Still got a (best friend, best friend)
Shout it out like there's never been a louder mouth
Should have never been allowed a mouth
Now that I got a higher power
Now when I blackout, power outage
They powerless, but they crowd around
They tend to flock like shepherds
The black sheep
But I be the worst thing that these motherfuckers ever heard
When I'm counted out
You be D-O-A, they'll announce
But pronounce you dead when they sound it out
So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
He's all around you
Not even the doctors at the hospital
Are gonna shiggy-shock you back to life
It's im-piggy-possible to revive you
That's word to the diggy doc
Stiggy-stopping is not an option
Something I'm not gonna do
I'm the Iggy Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable script, cock and I shoot
Who you think's my Glock that I use?
That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
And he'll be waiting at the gate when you get sprayed up
Sending you hoes straight up to deal with my (best friend)
[Hook]
|
Yelawolf | Daddy's Lambo | /y/yelawolf/daddys+lambo_20895991.html | You really in Beverly hills
And so Drama beats.
Damn rich, peanut butter guts and a Lamorghini, whoa
You must have white brea, lets make a sandwich
Now, I ain't never seen money you got
Nobody got that kind of money in the Boondocks
So if you take me up show me the Balcony look over
The Hollywood valley I'll make your balloon pop
Pop stars like you, you need a dude like me
To appreciate your wealth
I know you got an elevator in your house
But with me you appreciate the steps
Act like you don't wanna see how much it is Jack Daniels you can handle
You can drink and get cut like Rambo
Let me drive your Daddy's Lambo
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Your young and reckless, nice little diamond necklace
Got a pint sized vodka drink and your pretty in pink
Wanna go get breakfast
Though you ain't never been to waffle house
Always hanging in guys and dolls
If you came to the shop, I'll put you in a Chevy AM
Reach out to the mall
Yeah I came to the club in a pair of Famous jeans and DTA hoody
But I'm off to the party with rogue status looking for Beverly Hills goody's
Yelawolf and I'm an Alabama boy
Got more bounce than a salama boy
Meet a rich girl I can't need a headache
But I can take it if I can drive your Daddy's toy
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
What you got in that toe bag
That one of a kind Prada
That beautiful behind inspires me
Makes one of my rhymes harder
Your dadda made a fine daughter
Make me wanna turn this wine from water
Keep the party going in and keep an 808 bumping cause Drummer made a beat
that'll climb the chart
Money, money, money, money, money ain't it funny what a hunny and a
Lambourghini will do
Some will run into a hundred dollar bill and drill a dick anytime, unhappy
with a 24 inch shoes
But come and explore this dude
Analyse my swing
It's slick rick and Bobby baby
Gotta let me drop that thing, come on
Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion
Let me see Hollywood for real
Lights, camera, action
I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel
One thing I gotta know
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Your Daddy's Lambo?
Lambo-o-oh
Lambo-o-oh
Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo?
Just whip it around you know
Up the hills
I ain't gon' wreck it, I promise
|
Yelawolf | Good Girl | /y/yelawolf/good+girl_20988579.html | This ain't for the good girls gone bad
This one's for the bad girls tryna go good
[Chorus]
How can someone like me so bad just touch a good girl
Touch a good girl, you're a good girl
And I know that I don't treat you like I should girl
Like I could girl, like my good girl
Here I go again, on my shit again
Walking through the mall, acting like a prick again
You had a halter top, I had my Famous socks
You came to shop, I came to ho hop
You had your girl with you, both looking great
I wanted both of y'all, how 'bout a double take
She was hating, looking at me like a scumbag
But something made you wanna turn around and come back
Probably cause I just don't give a fuck
I just wanna see one of these hookas in my truck
So tell your girlfriend "tough luck"
She just wanna see you with somebody dressed up well
I really ain't into that type of shit
I'm into tattoos, drink til six
Fuck until nine, sleep until twelve
And going back to my homies with a story to tell
[Chorus]
This shit should've been finished
I'm as surprised as you are that you still let me in it
But you continue to text message me
Right after saying that we should move separately
But you don't wanna see me go
Even though I've only given you dick and cold cereal
So you must have a thing for Lucky Charms
Or the bad girl in you just fell in my lucky arms
You love to cuss me out and call me crazy
Say I'm no good and all of your friends hate me
Then you show up to my room and damn near rape me
And then it goes from "fuck you" to "fuck me baby"
You leave early so nobody sees you out the spot
Now you stuck between a hard place and a rock
You call me a player but I have lied to you not
Cause I'm not a player, I just crush a lot, holler
[Chorus]
I'm in jail again, on my Johnny Cash
Some dude was talking shit, I had to whoop his ass
Called you in the morning and you just fucking laughed
You think this cute, you love my crazy ass
And I wonder if you'll ever leave my side
Cause the more that I ignore you, the more you wanna ride
I tell you that I'm bad but you never ask why
Cause you just want the good from a really bad guy
You wanna rock, let's rock and roll, just know
I'm only good at one thing and that's not control
But I am consistent, that's something to be proud of
Cause I ain't shit with you and I ain't shit without you
[Chorus]
To all the bad girls, trying to go good
No such thing as a good girl gone bad
Just a bunch of bad girls tryna go good
Holler at me, mane
Hello, my name is Yelawolf
I'm a sex addict, it's a disease
There's medication for it and everything
I take pills
|
Yelawolf | Let's Roll | /y/yelawolf/lets+roll_20987718.html | [Chorus]
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it off
I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll
Yeah, I'm going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off
Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town
Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around
How I was raised, eight oh eight drums quaking, they shake that box, eighty
eight
Yeah and the dope boys hotter than hells gate, but I, still in the shade
With a fold out chair, a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A, B-A-M-A I'm off I might pee in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me case, yeah I'm bringing a case, I'm gettin' throwed off
[Chorus]
And I'm all the way throwed off
Z-seventy one take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak, with a mullet Mohawk
Yeah, with a bright orange hat, and a bag underneath that Chevy seat
Yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball
Split you in my overalls
Yeah home of the gumbo, got a couple folks that'd do it to you for hundo'
And when them elephant feet rumble
That Dixie cups gonna fall off the console
You don't wanna have a convo' and not understand that 'Bama slanguage
Like hollerin' ain't it, but I come to paint it, so it won't be throwed off?
[Chorus]
I'm just a kid that rocks
I'm just a boy with a dream
That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
Used to keep a twenty two in a shoebox
Now I bang Beretta
She's 22 and I keep her in a tube top
White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off
Like how the fuck did I get a catalog with more hits than a fucking jackhammer
dog
Cause I planned it all, Crimson tide standing tall
Shit, I'm another lit cannon ball
Fuck around and I'm going off and I'm getting throwed off
[Chorus]
|
Yelawolf | Love is not enough | /y/yelawolf/love+is+not+enough_20895990.html | Man this fuckin' bitch
Took off, fuckin' with some, college graduate
Punk ass, Abercrombie wearin' motherfucker
Left me broken hearted in the Chevy
It's all good though, know why?
I got me bitch
Both of us was in the same class in oh two Antioch Nash-Ville,
And I wanted you so bad
That I forgot to mind my manners
Everybody wanted them panties
Every guy was hopin' to land it
We would flirt around and touch hands
Until we fucked around and took Xanex
And that's when you began to drive me bananas
I was in denial it's apparent
You began to lie to your parents
You should know that I can't live
Without you holdin' my name
Now my heart's in control of my brain
And I can't hold it in the lanes
Rollin' down 20 man
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin 120 man
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby I'm givin up
Baby what is happening?
Don't you believe in us? Don't you believe in us?
She said I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough, love is not enough
Used to fuck so much we missed school
You was there when I needed you
I was there when you needed me
We were inseparable
And I was broke with no fuckin' food
You was tough enough to be cool
Skate holes all in my shoes
Dope boys had me confused
I was in love with hip-hop
You was in love with that to
What made it come to a stop
Had to have been the money issue, bitch
And I really miss the rain
I gave you all of my soul and I got left was a key chain
Rollin down 20 man
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin 120 man
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby I'm givin up
Baby what is happening?
Don't you believe in us? Don't you believe in us?
She said I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough, love is not enough
Who the fuck are you fuckin' now
Bet he's always takin' you out
College educated and proud
Me, well I'm just a drop out
Can't really blame you for buggin'
Ain't I the dirt on your rug and
Just a place to wipe your shoes
And give me all your thrown away lovin'
Back to my buzzin' and druggin'
Back to my gutter with nothin'
Back to the rut all of a sudden
cracks in the covenant trust in me
You ain't gotta worry bout sharin' this success with Wayne
Now it's just petty change
But I still feel the pain
Rollin' down 20 man
With this Jack in my cup, feelin' down on my luck
And I'm doin 120 man
Maybe I'm givin' up, baby I'm givin up
Baby what is happening?
Don't you believe in us? Don't you believe in us?
She said I know you gave me everything
But love is not enough, love is not enough, love is not enough
|