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- ColonelPanic0
Outfits four thousand or better/
The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater/
- ColonelPanic0
RBL straight bringin it back...don't gimme no bammer weed, we don't smoke that shit in the SFC
- F_180
"in a fall from a burning tower, what would you do with just one more hour? live that hour out everyday like it was your last, you'll live much better that way."
pennywise - "date with destiny"
- Seff0
Don't gimme no bammer joint
It's the Black C, nigga, gettin straight to the point
I was chillin outside on a hot day
It was me and my niggas, just check what I say
Let's fade, let's go see the dank man
They'll fade if they is my friends
A few niggas pitched in
(Let's go to the store so I can get some gin)
Oh no, straight Hen-dog on mine
With a little dab of Coke and a nigga doin fine
So now we got a nitro
We up, yeah, let's go hit the indo
In fo' deep we creep
It's about to be a party in a 5.0 Jeep
Nigga straight checkin the mirror
One nigga in the back had a St. Ides beer
Urlin like fuck in my backseat
I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, gee
Straight Hen-dog with no chaser
Fuck that beer, ain't nothin greater
A-B, our name: C
And you gotta pause when you get to the D
D for dank, D for drink
But not D for the dope that's stackin my bank
There's only two things that I smoke
A punk-ass nigga or a pipe full of indo
I like nothin but the real McCoy
Straight dank, fuck a bammer joint
- brandelec0
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet onGround Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with youTen, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Four, Three, Two, One, LiftoffThis is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare"This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different todayFor here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can doThough I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
- peteski0
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
you got a problem wit dat?
- peteski0
New Jersey über alles
New Jersey, New Jersey über alles,
Über alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Brüderlich zusammenhält!
Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
Von der Etsch bis an den Belt:
New Jersey, New Jersey über alles,
Über alles in der Welt!Jersey Frauen, Jersey Treue,
Jersey Wein und Jersey Sang
Sollen in der Welt behalten
Ihren alten schönen Klang,
Uns zu edler Tat begeistern
Unser ganzes Leben lang:
Jersey Frauen, Jersey Treue,
Jersey Wein und Jersey Sang!Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Für das Jersey Vaterland!
Danach laßt uns alle streben
Brüderlich mit Herz und Hand!
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Sind des Glückes Unterpfand;
Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes,
Blühe, Jersey Vaterland.
- mrdobolina0
Get-o Boyz - Read these Nikes
Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
Somebody finna get they ass kicked
If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
Get your happy ass outta dodge
The rumors you heard ain't slander
Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander
So when you see me clutch my fist
Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch
I'm inclined to physically whip your ass
But if you wanna blast
Make a muthafuckin motion like you wanna reach
And you gon' have a damn funeral next week
>From the hardest to the softest
For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office
See, my appearance is so damn fly
It makes em say, Hm - he's a nice guy
So a nigga try to play me like a hoe
Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no
I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin
He bet no fall, or I'ma make his ass read these Nikes
(Oh my goodness!)
[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
You read these Nikes, cause you're fucked up, punk
Here's the definition of gettin your ass stomped
(I'm a nigga insane kickin ass extremely)
So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin
Bushwick, can I get a witness?
(Fuck yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)
Yeah, and when I form this gesture
Don't call mama, cause the bitch can't help ya
Better yell for a paramedic
Or somethin that nature, cause I'ma try to break ya
Ass into muthafuckin particles
Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article
To hell with emotions
I don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion
Remorse - what the fuck is that?
I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack
Gettin mild, I don't play that shit
Fuck havin mercy on a goddamn bitch
Nigga get beat, oh mama
But if she fucks with me
Her ass is gonna read these Nikes
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka
And left your trademark upside his head
[ Will ]
Yeah man, that was one of my ??? Nikes
I usually leave the whole muthafuckin logo
[ VERSE 3: Willie D ]
I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick
Friends ain't shit when you're gettin your ass kicked
But if your buddies wanna get in my mix
Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitch
It ain't nothin but a mere formality
Every sucker muthafucka is a casualty
I kick ass, you won't ever diss
Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint
>From muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid
Now do you wanna make a bid?
I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo
Ass screamin just like a damn hoe
When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth
And show you what a real nigga's all about
When I dispose of your ass like waste
And nothin but my shoe is in your muthafuckin face
You're readin these Nikes
Look at you now, muthafucka!
(Oh shit!)
Look at...
(Oh! Aw, hold up, man
Hold up, shit, aw, come on...
Alright, man, alright, I quit, man
I quit, alright - aw shit)
...fuck with me!
(Oh man)
(Hit it)
[ VERSE 4: Willie D ]
Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer
I'm at the club rappin to this hella hammer
This bitch was holy, severely cut
So I'm rappin to her, right? To see if she'll fuck
I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly
That type of shit don't matter to me
Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door
Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore
I let the fool file with a diss or two
But the nigga kept pushin the goddamn issue
So I pulled out the 9mm
And bust his ass in the head, you could see the
Blood gushin out his goddamn skull
He played hisself, now his ass gettin drugged
I was charged with aggravated assault
But before I got off his ass
...I made him read these Nikes
(Oh my goodness!)
- komkrktprod0
Enter response:
I don't sleep mother fu__er
off that 'gnac and that bourbon
doin' 120 gettin high while I'm swervinSeth Meyers: Damn, Natalie, you a crazy chick
Yo shut the fu__ up and suck my di__
I bust in dudes mouths like gushers motherfu__er
roll up on NBC and smack the sh__ out Jeff ZuckerGuys: What you want, Natalie?
NP: to drink and fight!
Guys: what you need, Natalie?
Guys: to fu__ all night!Don't test me when I'm crazy off that airplane glue
put my foot down your throat
till you sh__ in my shoe
leave you screaming
pay for my dry cleaning
fu__ you man
It's my name that he's screamin'All the kids lookin up to me can suck my di__
It's Portman mother fu__er
drink till I'm sick
slit your throat
and pump nitrous down the hole
watch you laugh and cry
while I laugh you die
and all the Jews
you know I'm talkin to youGuys: we love you Natalie!
I wanna fu__ you too!
P is for Portman
P is for pu__y
I'll kill your fu__in dog for fun so don't push meWhen I was in Harvard
I smoked weed every day
I cheated every test
and snorted all the yay
I gotta def posse
You got a buncha dudes
I sit right down on your face and take a sh__Andy Samberg: Natalie, you are a bad ass bitch (hell yah)
and I always pay for your dry cleanin
when my sh__ gets in your shoe
as for the drug use
well I can't vouch for that
my di__ is scared of you
- cruz_azul0
"you swallowed his kids"
- Mimio0
Travolta - Mr Bungle
All behold the spectacle
A fleshy limbless rectangle
Sitting on a pedestal
So nasal handicapableSniff and remember silver ball
Contortions that he can't recall
The torso on a trampoline
The happiness melts into dreamTo talk is an enunciated sneeze
To taste is some foul air to breatheOne thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever!
He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
And he fucks himself as he fucks the worldHis twitching brain can dance within
Gyrating more like gelatin
A secret means of ecstasy
Acute and very olfactoryTo see is colors crawling in the nose
To hear is stinking highs and lowsHe's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away
With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt
Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & TravoltaSmell, Sweat, Movement.
Everyone's dancing.
Disco.
Dimple.
Fading. Darker.
A subtle fragrance.
Faint.
Everyone's dancing without him.
Where did it go?
Dark.
Odorless.
Nothing.
- grunttt0
We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mine
I say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
And we can dance
Danc¨¦e!We can go when we want to
The night is young and so am I
And we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet
And surprise 'em with the victory cry
Say, we can act if want to
If we don't nobody will
And you can act real rude and totally removed
And I can act like an imbecileI say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything out of control
We can dance, we can dance
We're doing it from wall to wall
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody takin' the cha-a-a-anceSafety dance
Is it safe to dance
Is it safe to danceS-s-s-s A-a-a-a F-f-f-f E-e-e-e T-t-t-t Y-y-y-y
Safe, dance!We can dance if we want to
We've got all your life and mine
As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it
Everything'll work out right
I say, we can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're no friends of mineIs it safe to dance, oh is it safe to dance [6x]
Is it safe to dance
- version30
You are one of God's mistakes.
You crying, tragic waste of skin.
I'm well aware of how it aches.
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
to try and save your swollen face.
Though I don't like you anymore
you lying, trying waste of space.Before our innocence was lost
you were always one of those blessed with lucky 7s,
and the voice that made me cry.
My oh my.You were mother nature's son.
Someone to whom I could relate.
Your needle and your damage done,
remains a sordid twist of fate,
now I'm trying to wake you up,
to pull you from the liquid sky.
Cause if I don't we'll both end up with just your song to say goodbye.My oh my. A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say,
Before our innocence was lost you were always one of those blessed with lucky 7's,
and a voice that made me cry.
It's a song to say goodbye.
- Jaline0
Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgivenDon't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wastelandSally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much olderTeenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!
- Jaline0
you gonna
come over [x2]you gonna
stay overv one five point eight five [x2]
you gonna
come over [x2]you gonna
stay overv one five point eight five [x4]
you gonna
come overyou gonna
stay overv one five point eight five [x4]
you gonna
you gonna
are you gonna
come on
come on
come on
oh come on
- honest0
F- YOU! I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!
- Jaline0
I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Break to love make lust I know it isn't
I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
Cold as numbers but let's danceAs though it were easy for you to lead me
I could be passive gracefullyHalf the horizon's gone for a skyline of numbers
Half the horizon's gone we're working the numbers
‘till I'm sickSleep don't pacify us until
Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in
Dizzy when we talk so fast
Fields of numbers streaming pastI wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how
To grow sweet potatoes and milk cowsTonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Who here is in line for a raise?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Where is the love?
Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
Who put these bodies between us?
- JerseyRaindog0
Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind. They had a
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan
they were so happyOne night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red then
Frank put on a top forty station
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed northNever could stand that dog.
- Bluejam0
I used to hump my pillow at night.
The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
Now I apologize to every high ranker.
But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you.
I never had the courage to approach you at school.
We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.
But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.
My complexion had
me stuck in an emotional rut, 'like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you called me
"Yo Chuck, they say
you're too black, man".
I think I'm too black.
Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to
myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose
and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
the preachers' son from Haiti
who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
you thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.
I dreamt of being white and
complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
Now, I apologize for bottling up
all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.
Even though I always told you not to
brag about the fact that your great grand
mother was raped by her slave master. Yeah, I became
militant too.
So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.
I turned you on to Malcolm X and
Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur.
I had the high top fade
with the steps on the side.
I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.
I had the sheep skin, name
belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash, Roscoe's chicken and waffle.Black Stacey.
They called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
and paisley, a double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey. the preachers'
son from Haiti who
rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
I was Black Stacey.
You thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.Now here's a little
message for you.
All you baller playa's got
some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in
and ching ching it up, hope no
one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up.
Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged
and ruff.
And even though you tote a
glock and you're hot on the
streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heads to
its beat.
And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove
that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff but
mothafucka that's what I do.
You got platinum chain
then, son, I'm probably talking to you.
And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.
And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army
by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung.
- kon230
Where's the f**king party?
Someone's in the kitchen eating pies and mucky tarts,
Bammy's in the bathroom and he's lighting up his farts.
Now Peter's supping bitter, he's getting really canned,
He locks himself in the bog and he's shagging Baggy Anne.
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's place,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll smash you in the face.
Someone shouts "ale's run out, who's for tea or coffee?"
But Stez Styx pegs it down the road and breaks into to the offy.
And Charlotte's eating mushies, she's really off her box,
She's going to take her false teeth out and suck some scabby cocks.
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll kick your f**king twat.
The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll smash your f**king twat.
When the Macc Lads have a party then they do it f**king right,
If we start it on a Monday then it ends on Sunday night.
You can come if your a Macc Lad,
You can f**k off if you're queer,
You can come if you're a fit crack,
But you've got to bring some beer.The Macc Lads
"The Macc Lads Party"