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| Post ur favorite lyrics here, while playin: | Started by: RollinBlade on Jun 08, '14 02:21 |
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Ahum, ahum
Must be the reason why I'm king of my castle
Must be the reason why I'm king of my castle
Ahum, ahum
Must be a reason why I'm king of
Must be he the reason why I'm king of my castle
Ahum, ahum
Must be the reason why I'm king of my castle
Must be the reason why I'm king of my castle
Must be the reason why I'm king of my castle |
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 15, '15 04:07 | |
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YELLO - 06 - How How (in Silence mix) My life is in a serious mess, My baby is gone, there's heavy mental stress I never knew love but I know it now, I want to give her my heart, but how how I never knew love but I know it now, I want to give her my heart, but how how How How Maybe I should buy her a beautiful dress, Maybe gold and diamonds, and no more stress I decide to call her, it drives me insane, Then she's on the line and tells me "Don't be vain" I decide to call her, it drives me insane, But then she's on the line and tells me I take the blame You ? little fool and you know what I miss, No diamonds, no gold, just a kiss Just a kiss I got nothing to lose so I know it doesn't matter, I do it the old way and write her a letter I know how much I love you and I need you now, You're the one and only and you tell me how. Now I'm out of trouble and a serious mess, My baby is back, no more stress You know how much I love you and I need you now, I'll give you my heart, just tell me how how How how writers: BLANK, BORIS / MEIER, DIETER copyright: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Lyrics Licenced & Provided by LyricFind |
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 20, '15 00:41 | |
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"Ass Like That" |
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 20, '15 03:55 | |
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"Dog Shit" [Dogs barking]
[Ol Dirty Bastard] All y'all bitches put your naps together And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch [Ol Dirty starts singing] Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh She flew in like calm breeze Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees I went coconuts Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch! Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup Don't invite me I tear the fuck down White ones cut my toupee! Seventh day rester, or scream play I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass Bullet him, get him fast Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash The dog piss on MC's like trees Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese [Ol Dirty sings again] Hoeeeeee! Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers! [RZA] Let that bitch go! Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight Hoeeeeee! [Method] Stankin ass hoes! You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down (SLURP, SLURP) I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones in the backyard, of someone else's house Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass That means hoe, you been shit-ted on! I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn [crazy drunken ass ODB singin again] Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Hoe, ohhaowwohh! Hoeeeee, de heyyyy (This is dedicated to all y'all bitches) De, haaaahhhh Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa Ahahaahaaah Fuck y'all |
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 20, '15 04:46 | |
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"Prelude to a Come Up" [MC Eiht]
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em! Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on! Geeyeah.. Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation Feels the heat, under the som-brero to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros Chills with, senoritas, like charro Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow Follow, my flow, get the cash and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til.. cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin skunk The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk Just like a bird I'm free, in a land with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [2X] "With the crew from off the Hill" [B-Real] B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me You silly bitches never respect, neglect money You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [4X] "With the crew from off the Hill" [MC Eiht] We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer! Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom* Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos? Makin your body dissapear like a ghost One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me tryin to send me to the penetentiary [B-Real] In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin and leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" [5X] |
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 22, '15 02:11 | |
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Burn It To The Ground - NickelBackWell, it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight
We're going off tonight to kick out every light
We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling
We're going off tonight to kick out every light
Ticking like a time bomb, drinking 'til the night's gone
We're going off tonight to kick out every light
We're going off tonight to kick out every light
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| Reply by: Four at Mar 22, '15 19:50 | |
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"St. Louie" [Chorus: repeat 2X]
Mmmmm you can find me in St. Louie Where the gun play ring all day (nanana) Some got jobs and some sell yay' Others just smoke and fuck all day I'm from the home of Red Fox, Ced the Entertainer Jetting off with Brian Cox, I'll see you later Maybe not 'cause I got something hot In the Navigata, waiting in the parking lot A Bad Boy, on a Ryde Ruff-er than The LOX I keep 'em both cocked, need her ass the bring it Now tell me boys have you seen her? Have you seen her, nine millimeter Making niggas believers Hop out the two seater, now vocal wife beater Levi's fresh from the cleaners Heavy starch with the cuff Like fuck it leave it to beaver Catch me in the galleria, plaza, Chesterfield Rolling down handly hills And the blocks of Pattonville I used to love it when hit me for a rocker Maybe a boppa, I kept it proper A non-stopper, around the clocka Now it's cool pull up the bends and helicopter uh [Chorus] Sunday morning, crack of dawn and I'm yawning Natural bridge and kings highway is where I'm going Wake up man and start blowing Gotta get those juices flowing Now I'm gonna tell you one more time For your cats that just ain't knowing Hey, you can find me in St. Louie And the whole me fedy and leasy getting slow Grabbing the optomo, sharping up my flow Practicing for my shows That's usually how it goes We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled Swing through O'Fallon sounds Knocking out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost, the one who's getting where he at And he told you who's the boss I'm like a human hot sauce Thinking I'll burn your thoughts Your information was false I'll show you just what it costs In the M I crooked letter crooked letter O U R I No one could do it better, hey [Chorus] Now in the middle we keep it crock and jiggy Love Pac and Biggie The way that you love your sticky Call Louie he have you pissy Mix with hen and crissy Bumping Tim and Missy With Slim he used to diss me In the red Expedishy That's Okay though, she can ride for the day though Can't even be a house guest like Kato I'm a dog I said it rough Now call me snoopy Wouldn't have me in a hoopie Now you see me in a coupie In front of utopia, I'm hoping you Come down herd chipping, may I'm toasting ya Thanksgiving in these parts yo we roasting ya And when the heat come down Get ghosting ya (god bless us) Loax with us, just how he jokes with us My daddy told me that I'm supposed to bust Don't be provoking us It ain't no joke in us Just the north south east west coasting us [Chorus repeat until end (with talking)] |
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 22, '15 23:45 | |
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"Some People" Some people can get a thrill
knitting sweaters and setting still. That's okay for some people who don't know they're alive. Some people can thrive and bloom living life in the living room. That's perfect for some people of one hundred and five. But I at least gotta try when I think of all the sights that I gotta see and all the places I gotta play, all the things that I gotta be at. Come on, papa, what do you say? Some people can be content playing bingo and paying rent. That's peachy for some people, for some hum-drum people to be, but some people ain't me! I had a dream, a wonderful dream, papa, all about June in the Orpheum circuit. Gimme a chance and I know I can work it. I had a dream. Just as real as can be, papa. There I was in Mr. Orpheum's office and he was saying to me, "Rose, get yourself some new orchestrations, new routines and red velvet curtains. Get a feathered hat for the baby; photographs in front of the theatre. Get an agent and in jig time you'll be being booked in the big time." Oh, what a dream. A wonderful dream, papa. And all that I need is eighty-eight bucks, papa. That's what he said, papa. Only eighty-eight bucks. "You ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose." "Well, I'll get it someplace else! But I'll get it! And get my kids out!" Goodbye to blueberry pie. Good ridance to all the socials I had to go to, all the lodges I had to play, all the shriners I said hello to. Hey, L.A., I'm comin' your way! Some people sit on their butts; got the dream, yeah, but not the guts. That's living for some people, for some hum-drum people I suppose. Well, they can stay and rot! But not Rose! |
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 24, '15 04:09 | |
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Drunken sailorWhat shall we do with a drunken sailor, |
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| Reply by: Socrates at Mar 24, '15 07:07 | |
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"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" - DROPKICK MURPHYS I'm a sailor peg
And I've lost my leg Climbing up the top sails I lost my leg! I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg I'm a sailor peg And I've lost my leg Climbing up the top sails I lost my leg! I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping up to Boston whoa I'm shipping off...to find my wooden leg |
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| Reply by: Four at Mar 24, '15 07:15 | |
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"Everywhere I Go" is track #19 on the album Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way. It was written by Dean, Kasseem/davis, Tracy La Marr/spillman, Keiwan Dashawn.
Go help yourself fucker
Swizz Beatz up in the motherfuckin' Dogghouse
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 28, '15 00:02 | |
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"Ms. Jackson" [Andre 3000]
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas... Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas Yeah, go like this [CHORUS (Andre 3000):] I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Big Boi] A baby drama mama, don't like me She doing things like having her boys come from her neighborhood To the studio trying to fight me She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that I love your mom and everything, see I ain't the one who laid down She wanna rip you up, start a custody war, my lawyer stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided She had fish fries and cookouts On my child's birthday I ain't invited Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah [CHORUS] [Andre 3000] Me and your daughter Got a special thang going on You say it's puppy love We say it's full grown Hope that we feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream Bout that crib with the Goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads It happened for a reason one can't be, mad So know this, know that everything is cool And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation [CHORUS] [Big Boi] Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me", shit, look at the way you treat me See your little nose ass home girls got they ass up in the creek G Without a paddle, you left the straddle and ride this thing on out And then you and this girl ain't speaking no more 'cause my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talking about, jealousy, infidelity, envy Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing So who you placing the blame on, you keep on singing the same song Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama [CHORUS x2]
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| Reply by: Wooboom at Mar 28, '15 04:03 | |
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FLOGGING MOLLY "Float"
Drank away the rest of the day,
Wonder what my liver would say, Drink... That's all you can. Blackened days With their bigger gales, Blow in your parlor to discuss the day, Listen... That's all you can. Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat, That you built, you built to keep afloat. Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, That you built... Sick and tired of what to say, No one listens anyway, Sing... That's all you can. Rambling years of lousy luck, Ya miss the smell of burning turf, Dream... That's all you can. Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat, That you Built, you built to keep afloat, Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, That you built... That you built to keep afloat. Singled out for who you are, It takes all types to judge a man, Feel... That's all you can. Filthy suits with bigot ears, Hide behind their their own worst fears, Live... That's all you can. It's all you can. It's all you can... do. No matter where I put my head, I wake up feeling sound again, Breath... It's all you can. Tomorrow smells of less decay, The flowers create this blooming fray, Be thankful... That's all you can. Ah but don't, don't sink the boat, That you Built, you built to keep afloat. Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, That you built... you built to keep afloat. Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, That you built, that you built to keep afloat. A ripe old age, A ripe old age, I'm a ripe old age, That's what I am. I'm a ripe old age, A ripe old age, A ripe old age, Just doing the best I can. A ripe old age, A ripe old age, A ripe old age, That's what I am! A ripe old age, A ripe old age, A ripe old age, Just doing the best I can! The best I can! |
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| Reply by: Socrates at Mar 28, '15 08:09 | |
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Another Brick In the Wall Lyrics Another Brick in the Wall Lyrics - Part 1 (Waters) 3:41 "You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy! "Wrong, Do it again!" Another Brick in the Wall Lyrics - Part 3 (Waters) 1:17 [Sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels] I don't need no arms around me |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Mar 29, '15 01:31 | |
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The Verve - Sit & Wonder LyricsArtist: The Verve Album: Miscellaneous Genre: Rock I sit and wonder, I often wonderI sit and wonder about the things she does Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/the-verve/sit-wonder-lyrics/#7yFfUf0hQi1u7Uiv.99 |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Mar 29, '15 01:48 | |
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Love is a wild animal Amour Amour Love is a wild animal Amour Amour Love is a wild animal Please please give me poison [1] "Amour" is French for "love". |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Mar 29, '15 04:57 | |
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Collection of Irish Song Lyrics Broad Black Brimmer Author: Noel Nagle There's a uniform that's hangin' in what's known as Father's room A uniform so simple in its style It's got no braid of gold nor silk Nor hat with feathered plume but me mother has preserved it all the while One day she had me try it on a wish of mine for years "In mem'ry of your father dear," she said And when I put the Sam Brown on She was smilin' through her tears When I put the Broad Black Brimmer On me head Chorus It's just a Broad Black Brimmer Ribbons frayed and torn In a careless whisk of manys about the breeze An old trench coat that's all battle stained and worn And breeches almost threadbare at the knees A Sam Brown belt with a buckle big and strong And a holster that's been empty manys a day (but not for long) When Ireland gets her freedom The one they'll choose to lead 'em will wear the Broad Black Brimmer Of the I.R.A. It's the uniform be worn by me father long ago When he hit me mother's house flat on the run It was the uniform be worn in that little church below When Father Mike he blessed the pair as one After truce and treaty and the parting of the ways He wore it when he marched out with the rest (and the best!) And when they laid his body down His brother's heads were raised When they put the Broad Black Brimmer on his head Back to Song List |
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| Reply by: Cmckee at Mar 31, '15 22:21 | |
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Flogging Molly "Punch Drunk Grinning Soul"It took me everything I had Could have been the comeback kid [Chorus] The chamber echo never speaks [Chorus] But these tired eyes are crashin' down on me Release, unlock this prison door |
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| Reply by: Socrates at Apr 01, '15 12:54 | |
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sublime 40oz of freedom oLyrics You got your hair permed, you got your red dress on screaming, "That second gear was such a turn on!" And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning's here and you'll be gone before too long. Who taught you those new tricks? Damn! I shouldn't start that talk. But life is one big question when your staring at the clock. And the answer's always waiting at the liquor store. 40 oz. to freedom so I take that walk. And I know that, oooooooooooooooo I'm not going back. OOOOOOOOOh I'm not going back. Oh Oh God knows, I'm not going back! oooooooooooooooo not going, going.......... And you look so fine. When you lie it just dont show, but i know which way the wind blows. A 40 oz. to freedom is the only chance i have to feel good even though I feel bad. |
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| Reply by: Cody at Apr 01, '15 21:08 | |
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Mein Teil (My Part [1]) - Rammstein (English translation) “Looking for a well-built 18 to 30-year-old to be slaughtered” Today I will meet a gentleman Because you are what you eat It is my part – no The dull blade good and proper It's just so well seasoned Because you are what you eat It is my part – no A cry will ascend to heaven [1] "Teil" means "part" or "piece", but can also be slang for "penis", similar to "thing" in English. [2] Only present in the single version of the song: This is a direct quote from an online posting made by Armin Meiwes, a man in Germany who found a willing "victim" (Bernd Jürgen Brandes) to slaughter. Before the deed, Brandes wanted his penis cut off, and they ate it together. [3] "Weiche Teile" is a pun on "Weichteile", which means "genitals" in German. |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 01, '15 21:52 | |
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