It's Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party
Yes Bone and Biggie Biggie Betta run and tell everybody
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Everybody, everybody


(Let's) Ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride let's ride let's ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high


It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) We gonna rock the party
Rock the party, party
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 4X) Betta run and tell everybody
Everybody, everybody



No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters
Nuthin but them thugster thugsters
No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters
Nuthin but them thugster thugsters



(Biggie)
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin
Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins
Nigga you'd should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Been in this shit since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I bluelight niggaz knew like Mike, shit
Not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick, cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggaz I got to fight one
All them hoes I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take b
Bone and Big, nigga die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Shit, lyrically, niggaz can't see me
Fuck it, buy the coke
Cook the coke, cut it,
Know the bitch before you caught yourself lovin it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin it
Doesn't it seem odd to you
BIG come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down with the Mo Thugs crew
Who's the killa, me or you?

(We forgive you for you know not what you do)

(Bizzy)
Its seven A.M. woke in the mornin
With Henney, Caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of those
Lil Ripstas, nigga Mista Clean
Make it gleam deep in my temple and I'll go get
Sentimentally esteamed, wit my
Instrumelodies, and heated
Especially for your team
And the forty-five indeed will beam
In between the seams, destroyin your dreams
You willin to die, we'll see
How many flee when I cause the scene
We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect disciples
When it's survival tongue by the double-edged sword
Triple, six rivals spittin fire
This the real truth, bitch
Breakin out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon six-six-five
It's wild, bless the child
The one that became a man
Put in positions already there
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend
Pick up my pen, in my hand
One of my trusted fine friends, hey
Open 'n let em see if we real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin
Baby we ain't marchin, we shootin'
And daily recruitin there's a thug born
Everyday in the ghetto
We start em off little we give em a bottle
And a pen and a pad to hit the lead now kick it

(Krayzie)
Nigga roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot
To the dome wit a shot of bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck son gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this twelve gauge sawed off
Get em all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off
Got a nigga car door
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs
They need the most help to pull it in doves
And bitch if you stickin we buckin them guns, tha's fucked up
Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smokin the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But Willie be servin em dummies, see
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin
Like gimme back me money
Thuggin with me killers, need us a liter
Of liquor but niggaz ain't got shit
Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol
Now who ready to get bent
Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves
But I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money so
I'm makin my dummy rocks if I go broke



(Layzie)
Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic
Droppin down licks betta call on my gadgets
With a automatic status we spray time to load the glocks
But I'm thinkin not
There's another evil force tellin me do what I gotta do
So I up ma force, a nigga dyin tonight
And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue
Biggie booms on my a$$ now provide the cellular phone
To call Bone, what's happenin
Grab artillery niggaz start packin
Cause a motherfucker try to get me in the jackin, and I did him
Hit him right between the eyes, the spot was wise
Wanna test a nigga size, and it cost him
Nigga fuck around wit the wrong shit
Y'all get mo murdered all day all day
We done paved the way and I'm on the run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggaz wanna have a little fun wit number one (one)
That red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
That red red rum rum rum rum rum rum
That red red rum..

 

DMX "Trina Moe"

WHAT!
UHH!
WHAT!
C'MON!

[HOOK:]
AYO!
Bounce to that Trina Moe
Niggas about to blow
Bouncin straight out the door
Here we go, here we go

[Verse 1]
Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight
Only dogs eatin is us we snatch all plates
Err, ERR! ERR! Get him boy
Click, click, pop the leash, hit him boy
Niggas brag about waggin, we stop the tails
X drop an album, niggas droppin sales
Niggas can't fuck with the dog, forget about it
Money went up against the dog, read about it
Man listen, you cats better walk easy
I'm on some positive shit but I still walk greasy
aint nothin changed, still aint sweet
stand on one block, but I own the whole street
and on the whole street is dirty niggas wit funny moves
leavin your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes
rest of them ass kissers, is sensitive ass niggas
fourth album, and I still get in that ass nigga

[HOOK 2X]

[Verse 2]
It's Dark and Hell is Hot, Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood
And Then There Was X
Got niggas like what's next and then
Hit 'em again, you cats aint never gon' win
I was here before most of y'all careers were born
I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong
Difference between right and wrong is me
Niggas talk shit, but you can't MC
we already know how much your watch is worth
talk about, helpin the hurt, savin the church
won't you brag about helpin out where you come from
and give brothers a job that really want one
gotta think about that shit you said, you don't mean it
I done listened to that shit you said, but I done seen it
most of you cats is type funny
but when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon get type ugly

[HOOK 2X]

[Verse 3]
man I'm already knowin, like y'all niggas is knowin
you can't fuck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin, WHAT!
seein is believin and well, let's just see
I aint even gon' speak, one million the first week
aight, let's ask the streets, how many sold?
WHAT? Three niggas, three months to go gold?
c'mon esse, keep it real holmes
you fuckin with the dog, you already know
this aint nothin new, fuck is you mad at
15 million, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
rest assured, I'm best abroad
you can test Billboard, cuz the, rest are frauds
I got 18 years under my belt, rappin
let me see, you was three, I was, makin it happen
next time we bump heads don't be hard headed
show some motherfuckin respect bitch, or you'll all get it

[HOOK 2X]

"Karmacoma"

[Tricky]

You sure you want to be with me
I've nothing to give
Won’t lie and say this lovin's best
Well leave us in emotional pace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest

[3D]

I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
You’re crazy but you’re lazy
I need to live and I need to
Your troubles must be seen to see through
Money like it's paper with faces i remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it subtle cools my temper
It never cools my temper

[Tricky]

Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
You’re a couple, 'specially when your body’s doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait

[Tricky & 3D]

Karmacoma, jamaica' aroma [x4]

[3D]

You sure you want to be with me i’ve nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest

[Tricky]

Don't want to be on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When there’s trust there’ll be treats
And when we funk we'll hear beats

[Tricky & 3D]

Karmacoma, jamaica' aroma [x4]

[3D]

Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
I must be crazy, see i'm swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
You're crazy but you're lazy, must be lazy

[Tricky]

Don't wanna on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed

[3D]

Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
My baby
Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
I must be crazy, you must be lazy

[Tricky & 3D]

Karmacoma, what?, jamaica aroma [x4]

"Three" (MASSIVE ATTACK LYRICS)

 

"Hymn Of The Big Wheel"

 

Young money
Ya dig
Mack I'm goin' in

I'm a Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair,
I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed
Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time,
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar,
And the almighty power of that cha cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motherfuck a copper,
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge pussy poppin',
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you can't catch' em, you can't stop 'em,
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em,
You can't man em then you mop 'em,
You can't stand em then you drop em,
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher

Motherfucker I'm ill

A million here a million there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coconut derrière
Like smokin' the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them crackers see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
He's a beast he's a dog he's a muthfukin' problem
OK you're a goon but what's a goon (to a goblin)
Nothin' nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some fagot bullshit call 'em Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want bitch call me on my Sidekick
Never answer when it's private damn I hate a shy Bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more she changed her name to my bitch
Yea nigga that's my bitch
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't trickin' if you got it
But you like a bitch with no ass you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill not sick
And I'm OK but my watch sick
Yea my drop sick
Yea my glock sick
And my knot thick
I'm it

Motherfucker I'm ill,
Yeah see

They say I'm rappin' like BIG, Jay, and 2pac
Andre 3000 where is Eryka Badu at
Who that
Who that said they goin' beat Lil Wayne
My name ain't Bic but I keep that flame man
Who that one that do that boy ya knew that true the Swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't O U like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Then to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowry
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do what I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch I can turn a crack rock into a mountain
Dare me
Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illi

C three three peat

Read more: Lil Wayne - A Milli Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

Lyrics for And We Run (feat. Xzibit) By Within Temptation

• It burns into your heart, the darkness that you fear

  You were never free, and you never realized

  And love, is a word you've never heard

  Your heart is cold cause it burns, the desire to leave the mind
• Take your breath til nothing's left

  Stars of life upon your chest

  And I know you wherever you go
• And we run and we don't look back

  And we run til we've had enough

  And we run, tell me how to run

  And we run, til we break down

  And we run til we fall apart

  And we run til we've had enough
• Don't blink, you'll miss it

  Lift up your head. We gotta get gone

  Yeah, we outta here

  Don't blink, you'll miss it

  Lift up your head

  Too late, we gone

  Yeah, we outta here
• And we run, for this killing love

  And we run, tell me how it's enough

  And we run, far ahead we go
• I'ma break these chains, ran through the rain

  Never looked back, never quit, worked through the pain

  This blood in my veins run cold when I hate

  Give enough to keep sane but I never lose hope

  This is my time now, no time for tears to celebrate

  Put it in the air right now

  Never back down, you'll never wear my crown

  cause it weighs too much and I crush every motherfucking thing I touch

  This is what I've never loved so much

  Get involved what's the worst stand up

  Here my mic before I ever get far

  Man in lights, you lost all my trust

  Now it's time to face all of us

  Get in line just to spar with us

  And it feels so far from us, just take my hand and run
• And we run, for this killing love

  And we run, tell me how it's enough

  And we run, til we never don

  And we run til we fall apart

  And we run, til it's enough
• Yeah, we out of here
• Don't blink, you'll miss it

  Lift up your head

  We gotta get gone

  Yeah, we outta here

  Don't blink, you'll miss it

  Lift up your head

  Too late, we gone

  Yeah, we outta here
• And we run, for this killing love

  And we run, tell me how it's enough

  And we run, til we never don

  And we run til we fall apart

  And we run, til it's enough
• Don't blink, you'll miss it

  Lift up your head

  We gotta get gone

  Yeah, we outta here

  Don't blink, you'll miss it

  Lift up your head

  Too late, we gone

  Yeah, we outta here

13-dirty beats (Roni Size)

Songwriters: SIZE, RONI / SMITH, DOMINIC JOSEPH

Chorus:
Coming down New sound
You should be thankful
Dirty Riffs, Dirty Beats, Dirty samples
Sell out show take the money
Then we cancel
Frontrows backrows getting trampled

What, before we just left the scene alone
Got some front page headline and ran from out the zone
Are you mad? I think you´re having trouble understanding
What it takes to fly the globe and keep the crowds demanding
More of the type of the beats you felt
The kind of smoothness you associate to cream that melts
All over tracks distinctive patterns are created
Like an emblem on the ground that says it's highly rated
You figured it out, how much energy when we lash it out
How much goes into a show just when we move and bash it out, eye´in them out
It's no coincidence were up here
We´re not the lucky team who had the lucky run & cup year

Chorus

You can't buy a snatched card and jump in this hard
And bust the kind of moves that cuts the bone and leave you scared
It's stole behind the picture, taken behind the faces
Take a look around see who leads and who chases
Advancing I don't care how you feel just keep dancing
You heard me I jump on extra tide and flow superbly
Cuz it's coming open up the gates keep it running
Never been the once to caught your star sluming
That's an easy ride, rather sail a storm then a gentle tide
I find it more exciting and besides I think it's justified
That we should blow, sky dive in the logo let the people know
40 000 feat is to climb check out the ratio

You gonna wait until we're gone until you realize it's a masterpiece?
Treat it like a prisoner who's got no chance of a quick release
Or realise it's precious and discover the truth
And let signals be the marker point to reach for the roof

Chorus:
I don't know where to stop when I see low |
I can't hold back attack, respond with draw(war) | 3x
I don't where to stop when I see low
Can you see that you see the door

What you think you could just step it of the street
If you don't get the bringing you don't get the link
That's why some people talk when they really need to think
Clearly like leep years don't come yearly
Our camp is truely one of a kind mean that sincerely
For real, we know that you shold know by now
You see it's started already you should tell by now
Exact the satisfied friends around the track
We've already started planning way to set the counter act
It's been ready for years but see it's all about timing
You can't expect to reach the top with out a little climbing
It make sense you can't hold back with defence
You look tense I move on with carefull accent
And stand tall don't wanna reach one but reach all
Got the feeling that you heard already cuz we heard call

The world is spinning too fast
I'm buying lead Nike shoes
To keep myself tethered
To the days I try to lose

My mama said to slow down
You should make your shoes
Stop dancing to the music
Of Gorillaz in a happy mood

Keep a mild groove on

Ba ba ba
Day dee bop

There you go!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!

There's a monkey in the jungle
Watching a vapour trail
Caught up in the conflict
Between his brain and his tail

And if time's elimination
Then we got nothing to lose
Please repeat the message
It's the music that we choose

Keep a mild groove on

Ba ba ba
Day dee bop

OK bring it down yeah we gonna break out
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!
Get the cool!
Get the cool shoeshine!

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Day doo de bop

Henry Rollins lyrics

Grip lyrics

See me - Put yourself in my place
Be me - Put my eyes in your face
Maybe then you'll see why this place terrifies me
And why I've got to get myself away
So hard to deal with the ones who can't feel
They continually blow my mind

No need - I've been burned enough times myself
You're like me - Sometimes you scare yourself
The things that you think
And the way that you feel
Makes you think you're all alone
When you go outside
And try to find a familiar mind
It really lets you know that you're on your own
So unknown

When those walls close in around you
When all about you doubt you
When the world can live without you
Get a grip and keep it
You see how hard they'll shove you
Hate your guts and tell you they love you
Get a grip right now
You see how far you get pushed
How long they'll hold you down
Feed you lies
Drive you insane
Give you poison to kill your pain

Know me - I see the fear in your eyes
Pull back - There are some things to realize
So hard to deal with the ones who aren't real
It's unbelievable what they'll put you through
Twist you up inside
Filthify and punish your mind
You don't have to live like that
You've got to get your self respect
Jump back, get your self respect
You've got to jump back
Keep your self respect intact
You've got to keep it like that
Your self respect

"Bitch"
 

Thanks to PancakeGrl04 for adding these lyrics.
Thanks to bianca1991, Jerrika Anderson for correcting these lyrics.

                                                                                  Words As Weapons

                                                                                          Seether
 

What Shall We Do Now lyrics

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
Contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.

FALLING IN REVERSE

"Chemical Prisoner"
 

X-Press 2 feat. David Byrne - Lazy

I'm lazy when I'm lovin and I'm lazy when I play
I'm lazy with my girlfriend a thousand times a day
I'm lazy when I'm speaking, I'm lazy when I walk
I'm lazy when I'm dancing and I'm lazy when I talk

Open up my mouth, air comes rushing out (sigh)
Nothing, doing nada, never, how d'you like me now?
Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine
Lazy, lucky lady, dancing, loving all the time

Ohhhhh I'm wicked and I'm lzy
Ohhhhh Don't you want to save me?

Some folks they got money and some folks love to sweep
Some folks make decisions and some folks clean the streets
Now imagine what it feels like, imagine how it sounds
Imagine life was perfect and everything works out

No tears are falling from my eyes
I'm keeping all the pain inside
Now don't you want to live with me
I'm lazy as a man can be

Ohhhhh I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohhhhh Don't you want to save me?

Ooh-hoo

Imagine there's a girlfriend, imagine there's a job
Imagine there's an answer, imagine there's a God
Imagine I'm a devil, imagine I'm a saint
Lazy money, lazy, sexy, lazy outer space

No tears are falling from my eyes
I'm keeping all the pain inside
Now don't you want to live with me
I'm lazy as a man can be

(Note this paragraph is for the extended version)

Ohhhhh I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohhhhh Don't you want to save me?
Lazy when I work, lazy on the bed
Screaming all you like but it only fades away
I'm lazy when I'm praying, lazy on the job
Got a lazy mind, lazy eye, lazy lazy father

Hard man, hard life
Hard keeping it all inside
Good times, good God
I'm so lazy I almost stop (cough or rewind sound, depending on version)

Ohhhhh I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohhhhh Don't you want to save me?
Ohhhhh I'm wicked and I'm lazy
Ohhhhh Don't you want to save me?

Talkin' dat drive by shit
Everybody talkin' dat gangsta shit
Talkin' dat drive by thang
Everybody talking dat gangsta swang

Slaves to the rhythm of the master
Buck boom buck another
Neighborhood disaster
(Drummer hit me one)

A gun iz a gun iz
A muther fuckin' gun
But an organized side
Keep a sellout niga on the run

What you gonna do to get paid?
Step on the rest of the hood
Till the drug raid

See you runnin' like roaches
Black gangstas need track coaches
The white law set you up raw
When you have his trust in killin' us

Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk
Where you tryin' to go wit dat
Don't even go dere wit dat rap

Guns, drugs an' money
All you know how
So whatcha gonna do now?

I'm 'bout ready to bounce
Trouble on the corner of blunt ave
An 40 ounce, madd uncivilized lifestyles
30 years bids for kids, now that's wild

I'm raisin' my child
I'm steppin' to da curb
Wit a sign do not disturb

Too much don't give a fuck
Or a damn thing
But choose what the other man bring

I sing a song 'cause I see wrong
I'm not down with the fe fi fo
Where I come from
See, the brothers ain't dumb

Sense goes over nonsense
When it makes no sense
I'm throwin' up da fence

Talkin' dat drive by shit
Everybody talkin' dat gangsta shit
Talkin' dat drive by thang
Everybody talkin' dat gangsta swang

Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk
Were you tryin' to go wit dat
Don't even go there wit dat rap

Guns, drugs and money
All you know how
So whatcha gone do now?

The only good niga iz a dead niga
Dats what they used to say

Can't understand why a man
Gotta use a trigga
On his own, suppose to act grown

Cracka in da back
Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother
Couldn't shoot and shot a mother

Four kids alone home
Ungrown and now they on they own
Now check yourself cool
What good is da hood if ya actin' a fool
Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk

Fly Leaf 

"All Around Me"
 

No Sex Lyrics

{Ladies and gentlemen of the GED class of 1999
I have one piece of advice for you
No matter what a stripper tells you
There's no sex in the champagne room
None}

{Oh there's champagne in the champagne room
But you don't want champagne, you want sex
And there's no sex
In the champagne room}

Don't go to parties with metal detectors
Sure it feels safe inside, but what about
All those niggaz waitin' outside with guns?
They know you ain't got one

If a woman tells you she's 20 and looks 16, she's 12
If she tells you she's 26, and looks 26, she's damn near 40
Take off that silly-ass hat
The O.D.B. couldn't have possibly committed all those crimes
Coolio did some of that shit

Young black men, if you go to a movie theater
And someone steps on your foot, let it slide
Why spend the next twenty years in jail
'Cause someone smudged your Puma?
Cornbread, ain't nuttin' wrong with that

No matter what you think of what I'm sayin'
Remember this one thing
There is no sex
In the champagne room

No sex in the champagne room
No sex in the champagne room
No sex in the champagne room
No sex in the champagne room
No sex in the champagne room
No sex in the champagne room
Absolutely, positively, no sex in the champagne room

If a homeless person, has a funny sign
He hasn't been homeless that long
A real homeless person
Is too hungry, to be funny

If a girl has a pierced tongue
She'll probably suck your dick
If a guy has a pierced tongue
He'll probably suck your dick

Here's a horoscope for everyone
Aquarius, you're gonna die
Capricorn, you're gonna die
Gemini, you're gonna die twice
Leo, you're gonna die
Scorpio, you're gonna die fucking
Ohh yeah
No one goes to hooters for wings
No no no

If you've been dating a man for four months
And you haven't met any of his friends
You are not his girlfriend

Some of the things I've said may not apply to you
Some of the things I've said may offend you
But no matter who you are, you must remember this one thing

No matter what a stripper says
There's no sex in the champagne room
None

No sex in the champagne room
Said no sex in the champagne room
No sex in the champagne room
No no sex in the champagne room
No sex in the champagne room
Can't get none
Can't have none
In the champagne room
Said there's absolutely, positively
No sex in the champagne room

Said no, no
Said no
Said Chris said.
There ain't no sex
In the champagne room
No no no
Can't get none
Can't have none

"California Love"
(feat. Dr. Dre)

California love!

[1:]
California... knows how to party
California... knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state where that bomb ass hemp be
The state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-I-a

[1]

[2:]
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
The life of a west side playa where cowards die and it's all ball
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!

[1]

[Dre:] Now make it shake...

[2]

[Outro: Dre, 2Pac]
Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
[Tupac:] Hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadena, where you at
Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good
[Tupac:] Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side

Yeah, That's riight
West coast, west coast
Uh, California Love
California Love