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Lyric Thread
Post Lycia (oops) lyrics to your favorite songs here.
[quote]Artist: Nelly f/ City Spud Album: Country Grammar Song: Ride Wit Me Typed by: [email protected] * * send corrections to THIS typist only Where they at (8X) [Chorus] If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three-wheelin in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) [Verse 1] In the club on the late night, feelin right Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on (Know that it's on) I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Face and body front and back, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that, fo' dot six Range Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes It feel strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now Damn **** done changed now Runnin credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) **** I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B. Tellin me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don't know And I got somethin to tell ya You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a failure But now the same motherf*ckers askin me fo' dough And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! [City Spud] Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - f*ck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz Poppin like we drug dealers, sippin Cris-sy, bubb' mackin Honey in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I f*ck fly *****es; when I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss [Chorus 2X] Hey, must be the money! (4X) [Chorus] |
whats the point of these threads?
oh, its you, there is no point what if your favorite song is techcno or bagpipes? you arent being very considerate BTW BagPipes4Life |
I like bagpipes.
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so do i!!
WOW WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON LETS MEAT IN IRL SO I CAN ABDUCT U!! |
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I know this by heart
Song: Livin' It Up Artist: Limp Bizkit CD: CSF&THDFW This came to you Ben Stiller, you are my favourite mother f*cker! Drama makes the world go round' Does anyone got a problem with that? My buisiness, is my business, Whos guilty? Can I get a witness? First things first, the chocolate Star-Fish is my man Fred Durst, access holywood, lisence to kill, a redneck f*cker from jacksonville! Fun ditty fun, microphone macheties in the bck of my truck, rocking so steady, with the he-says she-says, but dont forget about the Star-Fish Navigation System! Dont hate me, I'm just an alien, with 37 tons, of new millenium. Dumb dity dumb, wheres it coming from? Misses Aguilera, come and get some! Oh no! Which way to go? To the dance floor? Its to my sterio, banging my mind, I've seen fight club, about 28 times! I'ma keep my pants saggin, a skateboard, a spray can for the tagging, and I'm gonna keep alot of girls in my ben-wagon, cause I dont give a f*ck, living life in the fast lanes! I'm just a crazy mother f*cker living it up, not giving a f*ck. I will post the rest laters. |
Song: **** the Police
Rappers: NWA Lyrics(im not really sure, heres a guess): **** the Police **** the Police**** the Police**** the Police**** the Police**** the Police**** the Police**** the Police **** the Police**** the Police**** the Police **** the Police **** the Police **** the Police**** the Police**** the Police Song: Me so horny Rappers: damnit, i have a block again..,i forgot. Me so horny, i love you long time |
I suggest stop posting threads such as this before you gain more enemies, Shady.
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Nai. Those lyrics are probably some of the only brain-damaging verses ever written. So, freaking, stupid.
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TRUEHEAT!!!!!
GET ON ICQ!!!!!! NOW CLOWNCAR! |
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One of my favourite song's lyrics: "Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal. How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?" |
*loves Vermain and THT because they are clownmopeds*
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too bad Bob Dylan can't sing very well :(
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gah, rap is terrible and this whole "clown..etc" stuff has gotten stupid.
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he's got the best voice ever for singing! heretic! :))))) I love tony because he's probably the only one here who would've known who wrote that song without my telling them. |
Here's some odd lyrics that I like for some odd reason.
Do you, understand what I need, need (from you) Just let me be the girl to show you (you) Everything that you can be is everything that I can be I wanna be My turn Let me let you know that I can (I can) Promise that I won't do that So boy, save it 'til my place cause you make me wanna lose my head I wanna be bad You make that look so good I got things on my mind I never thought I would I wanna be bad (bad) You make that feel so good I'm loosing all my cool I'm about to break the rules I wanna be bad I wanna be bad with you baby What's up? Tell me what you do honey To teach me All you want is me but I, So whatcha other girl gonna see from messin' around with me When your hanging with me I wanna be bad You make that look so good I got things on my mind I never thought I would I wanna be bad (bad) You make that feel so good I'm loosing all my cool I'm about to break the rules I wanna be bad I wanna be bad with you baby I wanna be bad You make that look so good I got things on my mind I never thought I would I wanna be bad (bad) You make that feel so good I'm loosing all my cool I'm about to break the rules I wanna be bad Actually, those lyrics are messed up, but oh well! |
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I hate Bob Dylan... my dad plays his CD, and when I'm in the car, I IMMEDIATELY turn it off. I can't STAND his music. |
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he'sthe best ever! what don't you like about it? His lyrics are so awsome |
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*goes insane* IT IS TERRIBLE! TORTURE! HORRIBLY *****IC! AND THAT GUITAR... IT IS UGLY... AND THERE IS VIRTUALLY NO BEAT TO ANY OF HIS SONGS... AND HE SOUNDS LIKE SOME REDNECK THAT GOT A BEAT-UP GUITAR AT THE FIVE-AND-DIME, OR SOMETHING! *ahem* I don't like Bob Dylan. *smiles sweetly* |
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haha, trueheat loner :( |
when he did that song for the movie The Hurricane...it sounded VERY good
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more lyrics yo !
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NO BC I H8 U M8!
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Artist: Beck
Song: Loser In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose kill the headlights and put it in neutral stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control baby's in Reno with the vitamin D got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt don't believe everything that you breathe you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve so shave your face with some mace in the dark savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park Yo. Cut it. Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare ban all the music with a phony gas chamber 'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job the daytime crap of the folksinger slob he hung himself with a guitar string a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing you can't write if you can't relate trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite that's chokin' on the splinters Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? soooooooyy.... Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? |
real big fish
why do all girls think they're fat? There's a little girl On my mind all the time there's always one Look what she's done She drank the tear from my eye you know I sure hate to lie why can't you stay here? You know it's so beautiful man how come all girls think they're fat? Hey, hey, hey she's so pretty Hey, hey, hey my friend Hey, hey, hey I feel stupid again She said "It's all right come over tonight my mom's not home I'm all alone." She took me back to her house She pushes me down on the couch she said "Now it's all right we're gonna be good friends cause the kissin' only Leads to the end" Hey, hey, hey she's so pretty Hey, hey, hey my friend Hey, hey, hey I feel stupid |
less than jake
johnny questthink's we're sellouts Well I Really don't know If it matters at all so But we try to keep our prices low For records and our shows but is that......is that enough? Or is it that we're not punk enough Or it that you think ska just sucks But Johhny Quest, he thinks we're what? Johnny Quest thinks we're sellouts well i really dont know if it matters at all so but we, try to keep the prices low for records and our shows it doesn't matter you haven't seen our shows besides going to school and going to work or is it that, you think ska just sucks Johnny quest, he thinks we're what? |
Bob Dylan rules!
Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out alone Riders on the storm There's a killer on the road His brain is squirmin' like a toad Take a long holiday Let your children play If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah Girl ya gotta love your man Girl ya gotta love your man Take him by the hand Make him understand The world on you depends Our life will never end Gotta love your man, yeah Wow! Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out alone Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Riders on the storm -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
Soul Asylum -Runaway Train
Call you up in the middle of the night Like a firefly without a light You were there like a slow torch burning I was a key that could use a little turning So tired that I couldn't even sleep So many secrets I couldn't keep Promised myself I wouldn't weep One more promise I couldn't keep It seems no one can help me now I'm in too deep There's no way out This time I have really led myself astray CHORUS: Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there Can you help me remember how to smile Make it somehow all seem worthwhile How on earth did I get so jaded Life's mystery seems so faded I can go where no one else can go I know what no one else knows Here I am just drownin' in the rain With a ticket for a runaway train Everything is cut and dry Day and night, earth and sky Somehow I just don't believe it CHORUS. Bought a ticket for a runaway train Like a madman laughin' at the rain Little out of touch, little insane Just easier than dealing with the pain Runaway train never comin' back Runaway train tearin' up the track Runaway train burnin' in my veins Runaway but it always seems the same |
Sukiyaki
Kyu Sakamoto - words by Rokusuke Ei, music by Hachidai Nakamura - #1 hit in 1963 for Kyu Sakamoto. Kyu (pronounced "cue") was one of the 520 people who died in the crash of a Japan Airlines 747 near Tokyo on August 12, 1985. He was 43. - released in Japan as "Ue O Muite Aruko" (I Look Up When I Walk) ue o muite arukou namida ga kobore naiyouni omoidasu harunohi hitoribotchi no yoru ue o muite arukou nijinda hosi o kazoete omoidasu natsunohi hitoribotchi no yoru shiawase wa kumo no ueni shiawase wa sora no ueni ue o muite arukou namida ga kobore naiyouni nakinagara aruku hitoribotchi no yoru (whistling) omoidasu akinohi hitoribotchi no yoru kanashimi wa hosino kageni kanashimi wa tsukino kageni ue o muite arukou namida ga kobore naiyouni nakinagara aruku hitoribotchi no yoru (whistling) ----------------------- Translation: I look up when I walk so the tears won't fall Remembering those happy spring days But tonight I'm all alone I look up when I walk, counting the stars with tearful eyes Remembering those happy summer days But tonight I'm all alone Happiness lies beyond the clouds Happiness lies above the sky I look up when I walk so the tears won't fall Though my heart is filled with sorrow For tonight I'm all alone (whistling) Remembering those happy autumn days But tonight I'm all alone Sadness hides in the shadow of the stars Sadness lurks in the shadow of the moon I look up when I walk so the tears won't fall Though my heart is filled with sorrow For tonight I'm all alone -------- It is said that the song was written by Rokusuke Ei when his heart was literally broken with a Japanese actress, Meiko Nakamura. The singer was killed by a plane crash which lost more than 500 lives in 1985. |
You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job he's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles The don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans played Creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' and he makes it fast whith one more thing 'We are the Sultans of Swing' |
911 asked me to post these lyrics, so I'm doing him the favour.
- S DISGUSTING -TrueHeaT |
beef log, beef log, what a treat
a hefty hunk of processed meat dipped in mustard oh what joy i'm a jolly beef log boy hot and spicy mild or plain i even eat the cellophane i must share some with my dog cause we both love beef log BRAK I BEG TO DISAGREE CHEESE LOG is the log for me as a meal or as a snack it's my favorite saturated fat cheeese log, cheeese log, cylindrical and yellow cut a cheese log and i'm a happy fellow |
Argh, what the hell is wrong with those people writing that music Sergio!? Disgusting.
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