Benzino - Figadoh

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Scarface, Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop Dogg]
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
What what (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Figadoh)

[Benzino]
What, why? Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know?
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean

[Chorus - Benzino (Snoop) 2x]
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream
We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up
Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do')
Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don't worry 'bout what one do

[Chorus 2x]

[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
f-ck Cristal, what the Henny do?
You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro
You got dough and we've got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So f-ck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn't
But the paper was the influence and that's what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, f-ck these hoes

[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!!!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!

[Chorus - 4x w/ changing ad libs]
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Benzino Figadoh

BENZINO - Figadohfeat. Scarface, Snoop Dogg

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Snoop Dogg]
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
What what (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Figadoh)

[Benzino]
What, why? Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know?
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean

[Chorus - Benzino (Snoop) 2x]
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream
We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up
Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do')
Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don't worry 'bout what one do

[Chorus 2x]

[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
f-ck Cristal, what the Henny do?
You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro
You got dough and we've got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So f-ck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn't
But the paper was the influence and that's what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, f-ck these hoes

[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!!!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!

[Chorus - 4x w/ changing ad libs]
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Howard Jones - Life in the One Day

Artist: Howard Jones
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Like to get to know you well
like to get to know you well

Like to get to know you well
so we can be one
we can be one together.
Like to get to know you well
like to get to know you well
.
Together.
Together we can cast away the fear
together we can wipe away the tear.
Together we can strip down the barriers and be one.
Don't wanna talk about the weather
don't wanna talk about the news

Just wanna get to the real you inside.
Like to get to know you well
like to get to know you well
. . .
Don't you think now is time we should be feeling?
Just wanna simply say
won't let you slip away.
People wanna talk about the future
don't wanna linger on the past

Just wanna reach to the real you inside.
Forget cold glances and rejections
leave the things that separate

Build on a trust that we must stand on.

Like to get to know you well
like to get to know you well
. . .
Finding all are insecure opening the same door

Leaving out a stubborn pride seeing from another side.
Like to get to know you well
like to get to know you well
. . .
Like to get to know you well
like to get to know you well
. . .
Like to get to know you well
like to get to know you well
. . .
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Howard Jones Life in the One Day

BENZINO - Figadoh Remixfeat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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BENZINO Figadoh Remixfeat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

Benzino - Figadoh Remix

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.)

[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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Biz Markie: Get Down

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
Now that Biz Mark's inside the joint
Guaranteed to rock and always prove a point
Doin what I do cause it gotta be done
About the Prince of Boogie and the Master of Fun
My rap technique is most very unique
Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN
And the way that I spit, you like again and again
From here to the Hima', I'm like a Lil' Kim-ah
Notorious and glorious, way above the rim-ah
I'm not a gangster rapper, and I don't get freaky
Never drunk or high or don't a-smoke ciggys
I'm just self-assertive, BORN crazy
When I came out my momma they said, "A whoopsy daisy!"
As you see, you know I, I keep it goin
So take it from me, HA, the king of disco'n

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get down, so get on down, get get on down
"I'm bound to wreck your body" - get, you gotta get on down
Get down, get on down, get get on down
"I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out"

[Verse Two]
I'm the type of guy that be keepin it hot
Wherever you see me, I be rockin the spot
Big belly and all, y'all be havin a ball
People gather round me like I'm Pope John Paul
We can't party like it's 1999 no more
Cause it's 2 2 baby, and the future's in store
So let, olden way-s be forgotten
And felt just grab a girl cause she's soft as cotton
Get on the dance floor, back that ass up girl
And act like you don't have a care in the world
Rock around the clock, hickory dickory dock
Shout to B.I.G., 'Pac, L, Tah and Scott LaRock
I'm glad I made it to the Y2K
So what can I say? Salate!
You look at me funny and say, "Whadda you say?"
I'm the B-I-Z Emezzah-A-R-K

[Chorus]-acapo

Sisqo And Mya - Got To Get It

Artist: Sisqo And Mya
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Intro (Sisqo)-[spoken]

See what I wanna do(ooh, ooooooooh)
I dont know if i can say what i wanna do (yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah)
Well, Maybe I can
uh,uh,uh cmon

Verse 1: [Sisqo]

Do I have to grab the back of your neck
to make you listen to me
do you have to see me flashin this doe
Or wavin' my rolly
Mr. Yeah Yeah
baby can I get a hit off you
what's up what's up
cmon I like to touch
I got to think about if your down because

bridge(Sisqo)

I got to get it
you wont forget it
kiss you under yo navel
Ill go where he wont go

Chorus(sisqo)

I got to get , Got to get it
Just let me hit.just let me hit it
ill kiss the lips under the navel
I bet he wont go where I go

Verse 2 (sisqo)

Listen, now baby i can be a betta man
Betta yet a gentleman
fly you to japan
amd back again
spend a week in puerto rico
baby wait till I'm Finito
Cause im Feenin
and I got to get a hit off you
What's up what's up cmon I like to Fucc
I've got to figure out if your down because, baby baby YEAH

repeat bridge
repeat chorus

(Make it hot)

Uh.uh.uh.uh
Whats your goal baby(goal baby)
you and I sip the mo' and get the dough baby(we get the dough baby)
we can do it how you wanna let me know baby(let me know baby)
If I got it you can get it that's for sure baby(for sure baby)
Or hit the door baby(hit the door baby)

I'm here to treat you right(cmon)
wont you be that freak I know and give me head all night?(ooh)
If you think somebody's lookin girl turn off the lights(ooh,ooh)
cuz we can do it where you wanna, where you wanna,how you wanna
Let me keep
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Sisqo And Mya Got To Get It

Hill Dru - Whatever You Want

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Dru Hill
(Music Song Lyrics):
Whatever you want/
Whatever you need/
Anytime you want it/
Girl just get up on it/

Ooh/ girl you're so fine/
Can I get a minute of your time/
I wanna get to know ya/
Maybe later on up in my crib/
I'll get to show ya/
You're blowin' my mind/
You're one of a kind/
Heard you like to get your freak on/
Let's get it on/

Whatever you want/
Whatever you need/
Anytime you want it/
Girl just get up on it/

Girl, you're so unique/
From your head to your feet/
Know you've got me open/
And it ain't my sack of smokes/
that got me chokin'/
You got me on a high/
Oh girl I can't deny/
That you keep me satisfied/
Roll with me tonight/
Tonight I will do/
I will keep you satisfied/
I will do just what you like/
Tonight if you want me to/
Anything you want me to/
That is what I'm gonna do/

Whatever you want/
Whatever you need/
Anytime you want it/
Girl just get up on it/

Ooh, Aah, Ooh, Aah, Ooh/
Give me a little time/
and I'm a tell you what to do/
Come and step up like a champ and I'm a/
See if I could check for ya/
Looking like a winner for my dinner/
I don't even know ya/
But I'm a give you the EyEs/
And get the numerics lyrically/
you're gifted with the gab/
Intending to pursue it/
Like to get the freak onLike the song/
But we got to get familiar/
Only then we'll get it on/

Whatever you want/
Whatever you need/
Anytime you want it/
Girl just get up on it
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Hill Dru Whatever You Want

Electric Light Orchestra - Night In The City

Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
NIGHT IN THE CITY

Standin' at the airport lookin' down the strip,
she was cryin' her eyes, she was bitin' her lip.
Seven-four-seven just left from gate eleven
and there's no turnin' round 'cos it's just leavin' the ground
and gettin' higher HIGHER.

Standin' at the dock-side lookin' out to sea
when I saw her but she did not see me.
There she stood with no hope because she'd missed the boat
and as her dreams sailed away she headed back for the day,
back to the city CITY.

Night in the city, o-o-oh,
madness at mid-mid-mid-midnight,
night in the city drivin' you insane.

In the city CITY

Night in the city, o-o-oh,
madness at mid-mid-mid-midnight,
night in the city drivin' you insane.

I was runnin' kinda lonely at the city place.
I waited for an hour, I never saw her face.
Crazy ladies that wait and slide around like a snake.
I just can't take anymore, I'm going in through the door
into the city CITY.

I'll get you, yes, I'm gonna get you,
I'll get you, yes, I'm gonna get you,
I'll get you, yes, I'm gonna get you,
I'll get you, yes, I'm gonna get you,
I'll get you, yes, I'm gonna get you,
I'll get you, yes, I'm gonna get you,
drivin' you insane.

Night in the city, o-o-oh,
madness at mid-mid-mid-midnight,
night in the city drivin' you insane,
drivin' you insane,
drivin' you insane.

- Jeff Lynne
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Howard Stern The Backside Boys - I Went The Gay Way

Artist: Howard Stern The Backside Boys
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Opening Music

Howard Stern singing:
This song.. makes me cry, makes me crave.. a man's backside.
Every time I hear this dumb song played, I feel like I'm gay.
I watch.. the telly While Ralph.. shaves my belly.
People wonderin' if I'm still straight.. am I going gaaayhey?
Tell me why.. this song makes my butt ache.
Tell me why.. homo love could be a mistake.
Men's backside's are a dirty place.
Could I go the gay way?

Fred Norris singing:
Jackie.. bend ooover, and bark loud.. like Ro-ver..
Would K.C. be my love sla-ave? If I went the gay way.

Howard Stern singing:
Get K-Y!.. I'm singin' like a sissy.
Get K-Y!.. Ralph come and smell my butt cheeks.
Get K-Y!.. I'm thinkin' 'bout the ballet
Could I go the gay way?

Fred Norris singing:
Will there be pain, that I can not explain, what's coming over me?
If I start to resist, please don't use fist, or I might need some surgery!

Howard Stern singing:
I watch.. the telly.. while Ralph.. shaves my belly.

Homo.. homo.. homo.. homo.. homo.. With every passing day!

Howard Stern singing:
Get K-Y!.. Would I like to see a sphincter?
Get K-Y!.. No smell is more distincter!
Get K-Y!.. I wonder what my wife would saaaaaay!
If I went the gay way!

Get K-Y!.. sphincter, sphincter, sphincter, sphincter!
Get K-Y!.. Di-stincter, stincter, stincter!
Get K-Y!.. Oh, Fred I need your sphincter!
Get K-Y!.. Give me K.C.'s it's more distincter!
Get K-Y!.. I wonder what my wife would saaaaaay!

If I went the gay way!

If I..went the gay way.
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Howard Stern - I Went The Gay Way

Artist: Howard Stern
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I WENT THE GAY WAY...By The Backside Boys
(Listed below are the lyrics to Howard Stern's
song parody of the Backstreet Boys'
"I Want It That Way", which was first performed on 9/27/99)

Opening Music

Howard Stern singing:
This song.. makes me cry, makes me crave.. a man's backside.
Every time I hear this dumb song played, I feel like I'm gay.
I watch.. the telly While Ralph.. shaves my belly.
People wonderin' if I'm still straight.. am I going gaaayhey?
Tell me why.. this song makes my butt ache.
Tell me why.. homo love could be a mistake.
Men's backside's are a dirty place.
Could I go the gay way?

Fred Norris singing:
Jackie.. bend ooover, and bark loud.. like Ro-ver..
Would K.C. be my love sla-ave? If I went the gay way.

Howard Stern singing:
Get K-Y!.. I'm singin' like a sissy.
Get K-Y!.. Ralph come and smell my butt cheeks.
Get K-Y!.. I'm thinkin' 'bout the ballet
Could I go the gay way?

Fred Norris singing:
Will there be pain, that I can not explain, what's coming over me?
If I start to resist, please don't use fist, or I might need some surgery!

Howard Stern singing:
I watch.. the telly.. while Ralph.. shaves my belly.

Homo.. homo.. homo.. homo.. homo.. With every passing day!

Howard Stern singing:
Get K-Y!.. Would I like to see a sphincter?
Get K-Y!.. No smell is more distincter!
Get K-Y!.. I wonder what my wife would saaaaaay!
If I went the gay way!

Get K-Y!.. sphincter, sphincter, sphincter, sphincter!
Get K-Y!.. Di-stincter, stincter, stincter!
Get K-Y!.. Oh, Fred I need your sphincter!
Get K-Y!.. Give me K.C.'s it's more distincter!
Get K-Y!.. I wonder what my wife would saaaaaay!

If I went the gay way!

If I..went the gay way
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Howard Stern I Went The Gay Way

Adam Ant - Baby, Let Me Scream At You

Artist: Adam Ant
Music Album: Strip
(Music Song Lyrics):
Adam ant/marco pirroni

Say it girlfriend, say it

Well this is this and that is that
Though shrinks say they no better
But people making love says more
Than any word or letter
He's not too good with books and such
No not too good with that
But he's got knowledge nice and raw
And lots of nifty chat

Baby let me scream at you
You can decline of course
I'm talking to you girlfriend
Give me some chili sauce

Well this is this and that is that
Though shrinks say they no better
But people making love says more
Than any word or letter
She's not the subtle kind at all
Don't live her life from books
But girls are girls are girls are girls
And boy she's got the looks

Get in get on get down get off
Get up get dressed get out
And if you find a better way
Pick up the phone and shout
Get in get on get down get off
How fond of milk you are
Don't be a mrs. hangup girl
Beaucoup de chocolat

It's that moment when you know it
A first glance lets you show it
That something good will happen here tonight
And far across the room
So deep inside her soon
Your passion's like a spear of true delight
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Adam Ant Baby, Let Me Scream At You

Benzino - No Parts Of Us

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Bobby Brown, Prodigy)

[Prodigy talking]
Aiyyo, you know what I'm saying, yeah
f-ck you bitch-ass niggas you know what I'm saying
Straight like that from the bottom of my heart
Man this is silly
I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean?
f-ck all y'all niggas, straight like that
What up

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown (Benzino)]
Don't start with me (Benzino, B. Brown, Hangmen 3)
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, it's war this night and over run up on ya few
Boss niggas dump bullets and get rid of that crew
You gotta bang niggas out
f-ck that shit is serious
Give it to `em niggas, kid show them how real it is
These punk motherf-ckers get their head pushed, leds bust
Guns on their friends and they feds dunn yeah dunn
Venalate niggas hear `em out
Wear niggas out
Get them before they get you
Open up your eyes, true
Look alive, dunn its not a game
Its not thing for you to get body
Thats why we don't play
So where the bags for the f-ck back
Before I squeeze more shots and murder more bastards

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Benzino]
Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that
Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that
Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that
Bring beef where your motherf-cking cribs at
Shove knives in your chest where your ribs at
Get money with my Hangmen, split that
Come thick when we show those guns
Doing 1-6-0 on the Autobahn
Ride all night drink cris til dawn
Tonight we don't care, right from wrong
Anybody wanna kick the same old song
Bitch-ass niggas won't last too long, motherf-cker

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Bobby Brown]
Meet you overnight
Rest now thats tomorrow
My projects thorough
Tribes with Made Men, now you know
No matter what happened in the barium rocks
Still remain with my pistol in my palm cocked
God damn, country, all shit is sick
Cause shit ain't but a bag full of f-cking tricks
Addition and money in my pocket
So I'm a dip into my bag and grab my motherf-cking clip
Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like f-ck
And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up
No hold barred and its time to get paid over
I'm broke, ain't nuttin funny I need money

[Bobby Brown & Benzino (Bobby Brown)]
f-ckers want to try and change the game (I did that)
Try throw dirt on my name (You got that)
Storm them for their fortune and fame (You want that)
Twenty karats on my neck, wrist and brain (I flaunt that)

[Hook 6x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me
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Benzino No Parts Of Us

Bizkit Limp: Fast Way

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And A Hot-Dog Flavoured Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
You are my favourite mutha f-cker
I told you, didn't I?

Trauma makes the world go around.
Does anybody got a problom with that?
My buisness is my buisness
whos gulty can I get a witness.
First things first
the chocolate starfish is my man Fred Durst
acces Holywood life since the kill
a redneck f-cker from Jacksson ville.
Bringin on the dump star funk
a microfone (mashettis?)
In the pack of my trunk rockin so steady
with the he says she says
and don't forget about the starfish navagation system.
Don't hate me I'm just an Alien
with 37 tons of new millenium
Dum didi dum where's that coming from
Miss Aguilera come an get some
Oh no wich way to go
to the dance flo, (in super stereo?)
Have you no mind
I've seen the fight club
about twenty eight times

And I'm a ceep my pants (saggin?)
Ceep a skateboard a spraycan for the taggin
and I'm a ceep a lot o girls ( from my pin vagget)
Cause I don't give a f-ck, livin life in the Fast way

I'm just a crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
living life in the fast way

Another crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
In the fast way

Take two
now whos the starsucka
I'm the starfish
you sily mutha f-cka
puff puff give
the marijuana cig
Oops! I don't even smoke
but I love the way it smells
Heres a toast to the females
( who suck a mom champane) from a seashell
I take a (Gallafid?)
and pop his ass like a sid
with the starfish navagation system
No cheap thrills baby
fill the briefcase
with three dollar bills
I'm just an ordinary run at the mail
fella, spitting out halla mike skills

And I'm a ceep my pants (saggin?)
Ceep a skateboard a spraycan for the taggin
and I'm a ceep a lot o girls ( from my pin vagget)
Cause I don't give a f-ck, livin life in the Fast way

I'm just a crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
living life in the fast way

Another crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
In the fast way

Cus it's so easy, to tell a lie
and it's so easy, to runnin high
but it's not easy, to be alive
So don't be wasting non o my time

It (swallows?) like a cage
and I don't think its fair
and I don't even think
that anybody cares
It'll leave a hole, what!
down inside of me, what!
and It'll leave a scar, what!
can anybody see, what!
That we gotta get it out
gotta get it out
We gotta get it oout
gotta get it out
We gotta get it oout
gotta get it out
And I'm a get it out

With the mutha f-ckin microfone
rockin in my soul
I'ma reall getting wiped
and outa control
I'm a keep it alive
and continue to beat
Fly like an eagle to my destiny

So can you fill me?
Hell yeah!
Can you fill me?
Hell yeah!
Can you fill me?
Hell yeah!
If you fill me mutha f-cka then you say!
Hell yeah!
Then you say
Hell yeah!
Then you say hell yeah I'm living life in the fast way.

Cus it's so easy, to tell a lie
and it's so easy, to runnin high
but it's not easy, to be alive
So don't be wasting non o my time

Yeah bring it on!

I'm just a crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
living life in the fast way

Another crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
In the fast way

Bis: Icky-Poo Air Raid

Artist: Bis
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(grenade!)

the music that she wants to play
is not deemed to be okay
she loves all that weird stuff
that the real people seem to love
she's sick of all the formula bands
wants something not quite so bland
no more New Kids On The Block
she loves to hear that disco-punk-rock

her favourite band is Sonic Youth
well, at least she tells the truth
the girls at school, they love Take That
and Mark Owen is the name of their cat
is the name of their cat

ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!

the slag her off constantly
totally rate this Boyzone LP
she's sitting in a corner, there
listening to Huggy Bear
she's sick of all the formula bands
wants something not quite so bland
no more New Kids On The Block
she loves to hear that disco-punk-rock

i met her on the way home from school
the girls, they think they look pretty cool
enjoying the repeat to fade
and then the icky-poo A-I-R raid, the A-I-R raid

ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
she's gonna tell Sonic Youth to get you! with their icky-poo! icky-poo!

hey! don't! stop! the air raid!
hey! don't! stop! the air raid!
hey! don't! stop! the air raid!
hey! don't! stop! the air raid!

ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
she's gonna tell Sonic Youth to get you! with their icky-poo! icky-poo!
she's go

Howard Jones - Thing Can Only Get Better

Artist: Howard Jones
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Were not scared to lose it all
Security throw through the wall
Future dreams we have to realize
A thousand skeptic hands,
Wont keep us from the things we plan
Unless were clinging to the things we prize

And do you feel scared I do
But I wont stop and falter
And if we throw it all away
Things can only get better
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh

Treating today as though it was
The last, the final show
Get to sixty and feel no regret
It may take a little time
A lonely path, an uphill climb
Success or failure will not alter it

And do you feel scared I do
But I wont stop and falter
And if we throw it all away
Things can only get better
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh

And do you feel scared I do
But I wont stop and falter
And if we throw it all away
Things can only get better

Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh
Wow wow wow oh, wow wow wow oh oh oh oh
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Howard Jones Thing Can Only Get Better

Big ED f Mia X Silkk the Shocker - Rodeo

Artist: Big ED f Mia X Silkk the Shocker
Music Album: Assassin
(Music Song Lyrics):
Silkk(echoin himself):
Now I'm bout to take the world into a No Limit rodeo (feel this)
P can ya understand this one?
Now see we gonna keep it bout it and rowdy
Now I got Mia X, Big Ed and ya know when I'm in here, Silkk the Shocker
It's bout to get serious, so I'm gonna get the world bucked up

Big Ed and Mia X
Where my cowgirls at, here we go, where my cowboys (x2)
Get on the dance floor
Unnhh (yea)
Get on the dance floor

Silkk:
To my thugs(thugs), I say my cowboys(cowboys)grab ya'll lassos and um(Mama
Mia)
All my cowgirls(cowgirls), saddle up, cause yo I'm bout to ride it(ride it
with me)
I got somethin new(Big Ed) ride with us

Big Ed:
I got a new dance for ya

Silkk:
Big Ed tell em how it go

Big Ed:
It's called the rodeo
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips
Put your left arm up, dip, and buck your hips(do it till your saddles right)
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips(come on, bump your hips)
(Come on, buck your hips)
(Do it till your saddles right)
Put your right arm up, dip, and buck your hips
Put your left arm up, dip, and buck your hips(come on)
Saddle me up, come and ride this buckin bronco
Work it out baby, video for the peep show
Dosy doe at the Alamo
Twist your hips like a tornado, explode like a volcano
Bounce up and down like a po-go
Your love it got me fiennin like a nympho, hit ya with the gusto
Erotic trust as we undergo orgasmic eruptions
Baskin in the after glow
I slam my boy like big 5 and domino
Screamin my name like old ladies screamin bingo!
I got ya shakin excess, climactic combos
She's tryin to be quit bittin the pillows
It seems it get wetter the farther in I go
You want me to go deeper? Cause baby I go plenty mo
You can pull my slot all night like a casino
So you can ride me baby, fast or slow

CHORUS:(x4)
Ride like a buckin bronco(ride it, ride it, come on come on)
(Do you like that)
In the rodeo, a rodeo (ride it ride it, come on come on)
(Tell me do you like that)
Ride like a buckin bronco(ride it, ride it, come on come on)
(I know you like that)
In the rodeo, a rodeo (ride it ride it, come on come on)
(Tell me do you like that)

Silkk:
Come on,come on, come on, come on
Grab the lasso, and let me rope them hips
Look I love them tryin take all of it, bittin your lip
Walked in dimonds shine look true that there
Everybody talkin bout look, who that there
Can't let a good thing pass me
Come on boo an get sassy
(Boy you nasty)
I know
Forget about your man, see if you can take this
I don't hate unless it be fake, time to bust, get rape an switch(switch)
Flex the Lex, now I'm like sex in the Benz
Sex unstoppable is it possible to have sex and be friends
So come and ride this bronco, buck and dip
Can you picture this skinny cowboy, between them hips
No limit soldier, so come and ride me baby
Hard to stop when I'm inside ya baby
Now it's the new sheriff in town, down and dirty
Tryin to get this chick to serve me, ya heard me?
Ride it

CHORUS:(X4)

Mia X:
Got your saddle on, now baby I'm a getty up
First I rock steady get it wetter then I buck
Having you screamin my name, (Mama Mia) sugar walls top rankin
Keep a nigga peelin off the frequency be bankin, ah
Let her take a spankin when I ride it back, was fake you out
Playa roll when you ain't shit like an actor
Mac the, wieldest niggas mama tie em down
Silkk scarfs, hand cuffs, ghetto rodeo style now
I can ride for miles, so daddy can you keep up
Gaurenteed to knock that ass out like you been beat up
Heat up, hotter than July, cause big girls don't cry
We take it all stride out, slides up and down
Bounces all around, works it twerks it
Buy Miss Pussy crown, I wears it
I swears it's gonna (for real) be a cold day in hell no doubt
To ever say you want me out at the rodeo(uunhh)

CHORUS:(x4)

Silkk and Big Ed:
Where the cowgirls at where they at
The Bay Richmond
Where the cowgirls at where they at
L.A. California
Where the cowgirls at where they at
New Orleans, Louisiana
Where the cowgirls at Where the cowgirls at where they at
Miami, Florida
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Atlanta, Georgia
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Charlette the Caralinas
Where the cowgirls at where the cowgirls at where the cowgirls at
There they go
New York east-coast
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Chicago, Illinos
Where they at where they at there they go
Cleveland, Ohio
Where the cowgirls at there they go
Houston, texas
Where they at there they go
Jackson, Mississippi
Where they at there they go there they go there they go
North Mid-west Down-south West-coast
Ungh!
(Rodeo
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Motorace - Ride The Wave

Artist: Motorace
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
MOTOR ACE
SHOOT THIS

tell me it's crazy
don't feel like I'm lazy
just trying to get me some... cheap

cry cause they're staring
but nobodys caring
you know we can't stay underground

get this, shoot this
yeah but baby i'm still losing
get this, shoot this
yeah but baby i'm still losing
baby im still losing

watching is easy
took one song to please me
these feelings don't want to be found

you talk like you mean it
you walk like you're dreaming
so baby stop writing it down, yeah

get this, shoot this
yeah but baby i'm still losing
get this, shoot this
yeah but baby i'm still losing
baby i'm still losing

(come and get it) **repeated thruout verse
yeah i'm open to suggestion like before
always open to suggestion give me more!

get this, shoot this
yeah but baby i'm still losing
get this, shoot this
yeah but baby i'm still losing
baby im still losing
baby im still losing
baby im still losing.
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Howard Jones - EXODUS

Artist: Howard Jones
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
They're sending back pictures from Saturn and Mars
Maybe this will be our new home
Well we seem to have messed up
And we must look to the stars
Our paradise we seem to have outgrown

Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for a ride on the exodus plane

Well we've been much too greedy
Wanting too much to fast
But we have to say we are what we are
Well the trees and the plants and the animals have gone
Long ago
Used to be real air to breath, they say so

Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for a ride on the exodus plane
Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for new life

Anyway it's too late for what might have been
Kiss the earth goodbye and get out of here
If there's anybody out there
Hope they haven't made the same mistakes
Turning gold into garbage and a banquet into dustcakes

Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for a ride on the exodus plane
Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for new life

Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for a ride on the exodus plane

Get ready for new life
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Bizkit Limp: Cambodia

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Live
(Music Song Lyrics):
Are you ready?
Then GET THE f-ck UP!
Lemme hear some nooooooise

GET UP GET UP(woo hah)

Wait just a minute I see your mouth movin’
But I don’t hear a word that you say
POP! Mish Mosh Up in the brain
I’m on my cycle
Highways, my ways
are up and down like the Dow Jones
I rock these microphones
I don’t exaggerate
Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate
Don’t hate the people just the ‘tudes
the attitudes
So lose the attitude, and I wont be f-ckin’ mad at you
But if ya bitin’ don’t be frightened kid
I’m sorta likin’ whatcha stealin’
Your open wound style needs some healin’
Checked out by my flow
I’m glad ya know
Behind the spunk I got the phattest f-ckin’ live show
You feel the tension
The eyeballs in ya socket
Can’t comprehend how we rock it
Ya can’t stop it
Ya like the ways that we livin’
Ya need it
Your demo tape, punk
I inspect it, then reject it
Who survives at the end of the day?
But too much airplay, huh,
I’m gonna keep it all underground

GET UP GET UP (woo-hah)
WHATTYA KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?
Who’s hot ? Who’s not ?
Who ? WHO ?
Who’s hot ? Who’s not ?

Wait just a minute
I see your mouth movin’
But I don’t hear a word that you say
BUCK! Hand Grenades
Best describe the impactionCan’t get no satisfaction
Ya take it back
What were you doin’ back in ’82?
No need for answers just a thought for your mental
Fallout Shelter
Heltah Skelter
The J Bob bet ya,
the Beatle upset ya
But I’m an easy rider like I’m Henry Fonda
The Kingpin Bizkit
That flows beyond ya
Mental highways, my path ya can’t stop
The unexpected, so check ya roadblock
Go black water, keep on rhymin'
Cause this mic is mine and I’m a keep on shinin’

GET UP GET UP (woo-hah)
WHATTYA KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?
Who’s hot? Who’s not?
Who? WHO?
Who’s hot? Who’s not