Foreigner - Cold As Ice

Artist: Foreigner
Music Album: Foreigner
(Music Song Lyrics):
You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love
You never take advice, someday you'll pay the price, I know

I've seen it before, it happens all the time
You're closing the door, you leave the world behind
You're digging for gold, you're throwing away
A fortune in feelings, but someday you'll pay

You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love
You want paradise, but someday you'll pay the price, I know

I've seen it before, it happens all the time
You're closing the door, you leave the world behind
You're digging for gold, you're throwing away
A fortune in feelings, but someday you'll pay

(Solo)

Cold as ice - you know that you are
Cold as ice - as cold as ice to me
Cold as ice

You're as cold as ice, cold as ice, I know, yes I know
You're as cold as ice, cold as ice, I know, oh yes I know
You're as cold as ice, cold as ice, I know, oh yes I know
You're as cold as ice... (to fade
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Foreigner Cold As Ice

Poley McClintock - Any Ice Today, Lady? A Collegiate Razz-Berry

Artist: Poley McClintock
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Shouted]: Ice? Any ice?

Any ice today, lady?
It's nice today, lady;
How about a piece of ice today?
Oh, it's only a quarter,
You know that you oughter
Hurry up before it melts away!
Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am,
Not on your linoleum;
No, ma'am, no, ma'am,
Giddy-up, Napoleon!
Your pop is a nice man,
And so's your old iceman,
Oh, lady, be good to me!

Any ice today, lady?
It's nice today, lady;
How about a piece of ice today?
Tell me why you don't order
Some Eskimo water,
Though your credit's good, I wish you'd pay!
Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am,
I'll give you a premium;
No, ma'am, no, ma'am,
Not enriched uranium;
I feel so silly;
I'll hand you a lily,
Oh, lady, be good to me!

[Shouted]: Any ice? Any ice? Ice!
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Olsen Twins - Ice Cream Crazy

Artist: Olsen Twins
Music Album: Costume Party
(Music Song Lyrics):
Rootbeer floats, banana boats
Gelate and Sorbet are hard to resist
What if they didn't exist?
For me it wouldn't be easy 'cause you see...

Chorus:
I'm ice cream crazy,
No ifs, ands, buts or maybes
Ice cream crazy,
'Cause I'm an ice cream ice cream baby
We have colors of the rainbow
From all around the world
And anything you'd like to try
You can have it plain or swirled
With a pinch and a dash of this and that
On a cone it does a balancing act
And oh, ya know it's bound to droop
Yumma Dum Dum it's a triple scoop

Chorus

Sometimes I just can't decide
What flavor I should choose
So I close my eyes and one, two, three,
I know that I can't lose
With a pinch and dash of this and that,
Till the cherry on top is an acrobat
Oh I get carried away
Yumma Dum Dum, just look at that sundae.

My darlin' someday if you weigh more that you should
It's ok
'Cause I would make your sundae with no fat, low cal, sorbet

Chorus (2x)

Baby! Baby
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Olsen Twins Ice Cream Crazy

Children Of Bodom - Taste Of My Scythe

Artist: Children Of Bodom
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Rip and cut and mutilate the innocent,
his friends, and again and again and on and on.

You make me own my life in Hell; my kingdom back to the bound
You say you don't make it alone; kingdom back to the Lord

Falling, I say; you too, falling; you too, born to die

Come with hate
Come and die

One day I'll face you all alone,
enduring out with wind and ice
It's payback time; it's your demise sought to feel:
they'll taste of my scythe

You say my ear, my God who help me, God take yours in shame
Back too low, I want your head on a plate to feel my eyes

Come with me, I want your blood to save it on my eyes
I want you and in the plate to be coming in the sky (sky!)

Come with hate
Come and try

One day I'll face you all alone,
enduring out with wind and ice
It's payback time; it's your demise until they feel:
taste of my scythe
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Children Of Bodom Taste Of My Scythe

Bishop: True Crimes

Artist: Bishop
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro]
True...crime (Fire Squad)
True...crime
True...crime (here we go)
True...crime

[Bishop]
Good Lord they shootin' at me
Smile on my face 'cause I'm trigger happy
Bitch get my drink and make it snappy
'fore I leave your ass screamin' for a taxi
True Crimes and nothin' but
I just seen that nigga Reuben jack a ice cream truck
Then quick across the street and rob a Pizza Hut
American Idol ain't my title
I'm Elmer Fudd with a big ass rifle
Lurkin' the block, homicidal
And robbin' nuns, gimme your bible (I'm kidding)
Don't you know I'm loco homes
With a trenchcoat like Sherlock Holmes
Full of shotguns and big ass chromes (why)
Set to break in all your homes (why)
And take that, take that, like Puffy Combs

[Chorus: Bishop]
Gimme your gun, gimme your knife (why)
It's True Crimes, better run for your life
Hide your kids, hold your wife (why)
It's True Crimes, better touch your ice
Cut your purse, stash your cash (why)
It's True Crimes, I'm about to blast
Call the cops and lock your doors (why)
It's True Crimes, and I'm taking yours

[Bishop]
Went up to the store and I picked 'em
Mask and gloves, guess what, it's a stick 'em
Gimme all your money honey and a big gold band
Too quick bitch witch don't say no I'm so
Out my mind I can't be serious
Get hit so hard you'll have an out of body experience
No interference with the current proceedings
Or you'll be well in sand for some serious beatings
Oh hi, oh my it's a tough guy
Get your face messed up like I'm Vanilla Sky
You used to be a super-size now you're just a small fry
Ain't got enough gas so I do a walk-by (b

Hill Dru - You Are Everything featuring Ja Rule

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Enter The Dru
(Music Song Lyrics):
SPOKEN: YO, WE GONNA TRY SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT / YO, MAKE...MAKE MY VOICE A LITTLE MORE DISTORTED / YEAH, I DON'T KNOW IF THEY READY FOR THIS / VERSE 1 LAST NIGHT WE HAD AN ARGUMENT / AFTERWARDS I'M FEELIN PRETTY BENT / THEN I TOOK A DRINK / AND I DIDN'T THINK / WHAT WAS IN STORE FOR ME / YOU DON'T KNOW / YOU DON'T KNOW / HOW SHE'LL TAKE IT / TELL ME WHAT A SIMPLE MAN COULD DO / WILL SHE CHERISH YOUR HEART / WILL SHE BREAK IT / CAUSE YOU ARE EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING IS YOU, SING / CHORUS YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / VERSE 2 BABY DON'T YOU PLAY ME / WHEN YOU'RE LOVIN ME / WHEN YOU'RE HOLDIN ME / AND OH WHAT YOU SAY TO ME / ARE YOU PLAYING ME / ARE YOU PLAYIN ME / YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME / THAT'S ONE REASON YOU WILL BE / THAT I WILL LOVE YOU ALWAYS / YOU DON'T KNOW / YOU DON'T KNOW / HOW SHE'LL TAKE IT / BABY TELL ME WHAT SHE DOES TO MAKE YOU DO / WILL SHE JAM / WILL SHE HARM / WILL SHE BREAK IT / CAUSE YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / CHORUS YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE.... / JA RULE YEAH, JA RULE AND DRU HILL NIGGA / BABY GIRL YOU TELLIN LIES / CAUSE WHEN I LOOKED IN YOUR FACE / I COULD SEE I'M ON YOU MIND / AND IT DON'T MATTER WHAT THEM HOES MAY SAY / I KNOW YOUR LOVE IS BLIND FOR ME / EVERY BITCH NEEDS A THUG NIGGA IN THEIR LIFE / TRULY COULD IT BE / COULD IT BE / WELL DOES HE BE f-ckING YOU / WHILE YOU LOVIN ME / IT DESTROYS YOU MENTALLY / THAT'S WHY YOU FREAK WITH ME FREQUENTLY / LOVE IS LIFE / NOKIO NAH NIGGA / LIFE IS LOVE / TAKE THE BADDEST BITCH / ICE HER UP / HALF THE TOUR / TELL HER KEEP IN TOUCH / JA RULE NIGGA WHAT'S UP / NOKIO BEING NOKIO'S A BIT MUCH / I GOT BITCHES OVERSEAS THAT LOVE TO f-ck / I GOT BITCHES IN THE STATES THAT LOVE TO SUCK / SO WHAT THE f-ck YA'LL WANT FROM ME / GHETTO CELEBRITY FROM B-MORE / JA RULE MURDERER, DO OR DIE FROM NY / NOKIO NOW EVERYBODY GET RIGHT / N-O-K-I-O BABY / JA RULE R-U TO THE L-E BABY / AND YO LA-DI-DA TO THE BITCH BABY / CAUSE YOU CAN'T RELATE TO ME / WHAT THE f-ck YOU WANT FROM ME / NOKIO LET THEM HOES KNOW NOT A THING / ICE THE WRIST NECK EAR AND RANGS / CAUSE YOU KNOW / (GIRL YOU ARE ME EVERYTHING / CHORUS YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU / YOU ARE EVERYTHING / AND EVERYTHING IS YOU
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504 Boyz - Thug Girl 2

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at
where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at,
where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at
where the thug girls at
(Overe Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at

[Master P]
where the thug girls at out that 504
where the thug girls at out that 310
where the thug girls at out that 202
where the thug girls at claiming red and blue.

I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes
A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me
you just wanna ride girls jump inside
cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die
I only f-ck with thug girls when I'm on tha block
and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot
All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat
and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me)

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

where the thug girls at
(Over Here Whodi)
where they at, where they at

[Silkk the Shocker]
They wish they knew I want a girl like you
Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do
Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips
but when night time comes u gotta ??? hold da sh....
Now from the streets give me the heat
you gotta know what to do wit it,
Taz hit ya you be like I dont know who did it
Take the ??? off you guys never be like you did it
Real chick only let you hit it
Respectin by my clique stayin by her man
In public business unload get wild and thangs
She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up
If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up
If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that
and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back
so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin
and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin

[Chorus 4X]

[Krazy]
It's about a fight tho we can f-ck Baby waste no time
What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime
The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot
Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot
I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool
Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool
He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club
you aint lookin for afection you need a thug
I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady
A nigga like big lips cause I love some head
and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that
she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back

[Chorus 4X]

[Master P]
There they go in that 212
There they go in that 402
There they go in that 305
There they go in that 415
There they go in that 219
There they go ,there they go, there they go,
There they go ,there they go, there they go,
Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls
Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me?
No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall
Soulja rest in all nigga
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504 Boyz Thug Girl 2

BENZINO - Nobody Liverfeat. Pink

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
See ain't nobody liver
Like DC3 I'm a survivor
I stay candid
Four seat branded
Front standard
Dirt bandit with two cannons (bleow!)
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my mans's
In the studio paid off stanzas
So in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats
All heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
Black ice on the neck and wrist (that's Benzino)
Most hated at the top of the list (that's Benzino)
Hangman with the gangsta hits (that's Benzino)
Top dog that you never forget (that's Benzino)
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame
More friends more foes new Benz new clothes no sleep no doe
Hate to see me doin it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin shit
The one with the six and still poppin the clip

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin my name (Benzino!)
Glad I came
I keep the flame
Call it how I see it
The streets to blame
Tryin do me
Live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit
Real thug shit
Real hip-hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

[Hook: Pink (Benzino)]
Every time you come to town you pick me up, (yeah, Ray Benzino)
Every time you come around you lit me up, (un-hunh, Pink, c'mon)
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night (what)
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Hook fades out]
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Rage Against The Machine - Microphone Fiend

Artist: Rage Against The Machine
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the another one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing

E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.

But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can't solve it, you silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiending for a microphone.
Cause I take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up

E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.

A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.

Uh!

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

'Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly

A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
'Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T
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RageAgainstTheMachineMicrophoneFiend

Olsen Twins - Lotta Rocks

Artist: Olsen Twins
Music Album: The Case Of Thelogical I Ranch
(Music Song Lyrics):
If we could take a trip back in time,
I wander what we might find.
Imagine it's one billion year B.C.
Back when the planet had a pretty face.
Back when our world was different place.
If we close our eyes, then you might see.
I'm looking up. I'm looking down. I'm looking all around.

Chorus:
I see a lotta rocks, lotta rocks.
No shopping malls, no restaurants.
Just a lotta rocks, lotta rocks.
No movie theaters, no ice cream shops.
Lotta rocks, lotta rocks.
Oceans and mountains and forests and rivers
And lots and lots and lots of rocks.
If we could crawl out of the time we're in,
the way the crab crawls out of it's skin,
what do you think that we might find?
And what a funny feeling just to see prehistoric geography.
But I can see it in my mind.

Chorus

All these people and this big museum...
You wouldn't even see 'em!
Nothing made by people would be found.
Let's take another look around.
There go the highways. There go the phone lines.
There go the rest stops. There go the road signs.

Chorus
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Olsen Twins Lotta Rocks

Benzino - Nobody Liver

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Pink)

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
See ain't nobody liver
Like DC3 I'm a survivor
I stay candid
Four seat branded
Front standard
Dirt bandit with two cannons (bleow!)
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my mans's
In the studio paid off stanzas
So in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats
All heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
Black ice on the neck and wrist (that's Benzino)
Most hated at the top of the list (that's Benzino)
Hangman with the gangsta hits (that's Benzino)
Top dog that you never forget (that's Benzino)
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame
More friends more foes new Benz new clothes no sleep no doe
Hate to see me doin it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin shit
The one with the six and still poppin the clip

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin my name (Benzino!)
Glad I came
I keep the flame
Call it how I see it
The streets to blame
Tryin do me
Live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit
Real thug shit
Real hip-hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

[Hook: Pink (Benzino)]
Every time you come to town you pick me up, (yeah, Ray Benzino)
Every time you come around you lit me up, (un-hunh, Pink, c'mon)
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night (what)
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Hook fades out]
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Hip Tragically - Giftshop

Artist: Hip Tragically
Music Album: Trouble At The Henhouse
(Music Song Lyrics):
The beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
from high up above
and after a glimpse
over the top
the rest of the world
becomes a giftshop

The pendulum swings
for the horse like a man
out over the rim
is ice cream to him
the beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
but not out of place at all

We're forced to bed
but we're free to dream
all us human extras,
all us herded beings
and after a glimpse
over the top
the rest of the world
becomes a giftshop

I don't know what to believe,
sometimes I even forget
and if it's a lie,
terrorists made me say it
the beautiful lull,
the dangerous tug
we get to feel small
from high up above

from high up above
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Hip Tragically Giftshop

Joni Mitchell - Both Sides

Artist: Joni Mitchell
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
rows and flows of angel hair
and ice cream castles in the air
and feather canyons everywhere
i've looked at clouds that way

moons and junes and ferris wheels
the dizzy dancing way you feel
as every fairy tale comes real
i've looked at clouds that way

but now they only block the sun
they rain and snow on everyone
so so many things i could've done
but clouds

angel dust gets in your eyes, your hair
on acid stars you're getting there
my body's assembled into
a little itty-bitty gift to you
when you die, i've looked at life that way

but now it's just another show
you leave em laughing when you go
so so don't let them inside, don't let them know
don't give yourself ohh away

but now my friends are acting strange
they shake their heads man, they say i've changed, well
well, something's lost, rearranged
from living every, every, every, i've

i've looked at clouds from both sides now
from up and down, and still somehow
it's just illusions i recall

i really don't know, i really don't know
i really don't know, i really don't know
i really don't, i really don't clouds at all
why are we here....terrified, terrified, wow
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Joni Mitchell Both Sides

Bishop: U Know U Ghetto

Artist: Bishop
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[lil kids (Bishop)]
U know u ghetto (dont be ashamed )
U ghetto
U ghetto ( dont be ashamed )
U ghetto
U know u ghetto

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto when you got rats and roaches
With the fan in the window, front door wide open
U know u ghetto when u say "I aint offended"
Change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antenna
U know u ghetto eatin chicken everyday
With color weave in your hair and you trickin for a pay
Gold teeth in your mouth
Out talkin loud
And the car that you drive cost more than your house
U know u ghetto when your job is illegal
Live in the projects with furniture like rich people
U know u ghetto when you cook with lard
Only credit that you got is your food stamp card
U know u ghetto when you own section 8
Have dues everyday, but you pay your bills late
Understand this song, get your jam on
And yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on

[chorus]
[lil kids (Bishop)]
U know u ghetto ( look at the way you walk)
U ghetto ( c'mon, listen to how you talk)
U ghetto ( look at the clothes you wear)
U ghetto ( haa, look at that style of hair)
U know u ghetto

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto pickin boogers and you flick 'em
And eat with your hands stead of washin 'em, you lick 'em
You dont know your daddy
And your hair nappy
People catch the Holy Ghost in church gettin happy
U know u ghetto call the crib your house
Be at funerals screamin, fightin, then fall out
U know u ghetto sellin clothes that you stole
And when you go out it's like a fashion show
U know u ghetto with a name like Shaniqua
Pookie, Red, and Peanut puttin codes in your beeper
When you hear stuff, helecopter, city bus
????? straight out of the ice cream truck

[chorus]

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto only shop when there's a sale
Late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell
U know u ghetto when you pee outside
Catch bronchitis, get ?????? and sleep tight
U know u ghetto when y'all stealin cable
Cussin and DJin on underground radio
Sayin Yo' Mama jokes
Fightin on talk shows
Matress against the wall
Aint no frame, it's on the floor
U know u ghetto with dreads, ????, and braids
Weave, colorful nails, afros, ??????, and ?????
U ghetto, wont pay back money that you borrow
And wearin an outfit you gon' return tomorrow
U know u ghetto bettin on a number
Usin words like "Uhh-huh", "Naw", and "Uhh-uhh"
Stead of "Mom" you say "Ma", stead of "Dad" you say "Da"
You see nickel stores, bar-b-cue stands, and laundromats

[chorus]

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto punchin aint playin house right
Your kids bare foot playin outside
Eat food of the ground, say "God, bless the church"
Let your kids drink beer talkin bout "It gives 'em worms"
U know u ghetto borrowin your friends clothes
Ran out of water supplies from people next door
U know u ghetto heat the house with the oven
And anybody famous from the hood your cousin
U know u ghetto cussin out your teacer
And when somethin happen your mama screamin "Lord Jesus!"
When you use street knowledge
Graduate from school and go to jail instead of college
U know u ghetto bar-b-cuein every holiday
Pizza man wont even deliver around your way
Whjere the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out
Mom's at the gas station beggin for some change now

[chorus]

Hill Dru - You Are Everything Remix

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Enter the Dru
(Music Song Lyrics):
featuring Ja Rule Nokio

Yo we gonna try something a little different
Yo make.. make my voice a little more distorted
Yeah I don’t know if they ready for this
Uh dance uh uh dance uh uh dance uh uh dance
Uh uh verse

Last night we had an argument
Afterwards I’m feelin’ pretty bent
Then I took a drink and I didn’t think
What was in store for me

1 You don’t know you don’t know how she'll take it
Tell me what a simple man could do
Will she cherish your heart, will she break it
Cuz you are everything and everything is you, sing

2 - You are everything and everything is you
You are everything and everything is you
You are everything and everything is you
You are everything and everything is you

Listen, baby don't want you playin' me
Lovin' me, holdin' me
Over and then ya play me, blame me, lately
You everything to me, wonder if truly
That our love is always

Repeat 1
Repeat 2

Break it down, oh

[Ja Rule]
Yeah huh, Ja Rule and Dru Hill, nigga
Baby girl, you tellin' lies
Cuz when I look at you in your face
I could see I’m on your mind
And it don’t matter what them hoes may say
I know your love is blind for me
Every bitch needs a thug nigga in their life
Truly, could it be, could it be
You enjoy me f-ckin' you while you be lovin' me
Bitch destroy hoes mentally
That’s why they freak with me, frequently
Love is life

[Nokio]
No nigga, life is love
Take her bad but just ice her up
Head for tour, tell her to keep in touch

[Ja Rule]
Nigga, that’s what’s up

[Nokio]
Being Nokio's a bit much
Y'all bitches overseas that love to f-ck
Y'all bitches in the states that love to suck
What the f-ck y’all want from me
Ghetto celebrity from B'more

[Ja Rule]
Murderer, Do Or Die from the N-Y

[Nokio and Ja Rule]
Now everyone get right

[Nokio]
N-O-K-I-O baby

[Ja Rule]
R to the U to L-E, baby
And yo, alotta y’all bitches hate me
Cuz you can’t relate to me
What the f-ck you want from me?

[Nokio]
Made them hoes know now they think
I get rich and I get rearranged cuz you know

You are everything

Repeat 2 until fade
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Hill Dru You Are Everything Remix

Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now

Artist: Joni Mitchell
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at cloud that way.
But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way.

I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
from up and down, and still somehow
it's cloud illusions I recall.
I really don't know clouds at all.

Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel
as every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way.
But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go
and if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

I've looked at love from both sides now,
from give and take, and still somehow
it's love's illusions I recall.
I really don't know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say "I love you" right out loud,
dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say
I've changed.
Something's lost but something's gained in living every day.

I've looked at life from both sides now,
from win and lose, and still somehow
it's life's illusions I recall.
I really don't know life at all
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Joni Mitchell Both Sides Now

Chubb Rock - The Hatred

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: I Gotta Get Mine Yo
(Music Song Lyrics):
Extremeties excite pulses and in turn different entities
Won't break bread or split the peas
But in the soup the mixture of several racial groups
Minority troops flavors the broth of wall street suits
Armani or maybe versace
Monetary gain can't stop the white house frolics
Judicial alcoholics
Cover up versions of death in the persian
Now a right angle equals eighty degrees
The haitians brought the aids disease -- negative
The scapegoat becomes a raging rhinoceros
Bush is steady watching us
How can we kill their asiatic crew
Ahh develop a harsh addictive brew
Flood their beighborhood and let their leaders debate it
Part one of the hatred

The sequel the birth of many uncle tom's
I myself i can't stay calm
I shake in bensonhurst rest in bedford-stuy
School in sheepshead bay, move to strong li
But my self inner-self breaks north
And like moses i'm judged by the cloth
Of my heritage who will bring forth the people
In all people there lies that certain evil
The enemy within spreads to the next of kin
A baby's no longer cute, here comes david duke
Bring a halt and with a wound sprinkle salt
To the black -- lock them in a st. ide's vault
Burp up the progress, the agony, the pain
Put down the brew have a brain
The freedom ice is thin and we're the first ones to shake
Then comes the real hate

Why should you hate me? what have i done?
We all have eight fingers and two thumbs
To feel the oppression so every studio session
I try to kick a positive lesson
U.s. coverups are neat like tony randall
Brotherly love is melting like a candle
Humanity without human beings
They even said chubb was against koreans
I just wanted to state the facts
It seems that no one is against blacks
Uhh, what should we do? should we run?
Uhh, if we run we'll succumb
They're mad so don't you know they're scared of the dark so
And the dark so rule the bank so
So you know that they're mad so
This style developed by shabba ranks so
And with that i wanna give thanks so
To the temperment of the strength of miss parks
But even now in the nineties we will spark and respark
The hatred
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Chubb Rock The Hatred

Bishop: U Know U Ghetto Radio

Artist: Bishop
Music Album: Poo Motha Fucka
(Music Song Lyrics):
you know you ghetto (don't be ashamed)
you ghetto
you ghetto (don't be ashamed)
you ghetto
you know you ghetto

You kow you ghetto when you got rats and roaches
the fan in the window, front door wide open
you know you ghetto when you say "i aint offended"
change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antennae
you know you ghetto eatin chicken everyday
with color weave in your hair, and you trickin for a pay
gold teeth in your mouth
out talkin loud
and the car that you drive cost more than your house
you know you ghetto when your job is illegal
live in the projects with furniture like rich people
you know you ghetto when you cook with lard
and the only credit you got is your food stamp card
you know you ghetto when you own section 8
have dues everyday, but you pay your bills late
understand this song, get your jam on
and yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on

(chorus)

you know you ghetto (look at the way you walk)
you ghetto (c'mon listen to how you talk)
you ghetto (look at the clothes you wear)
you ghetto ( haa look at that style of hair)

you know you ghetto picken boogers then you flick em
and eat with your hands stead of washin em, you lick em
you dont know your daddy
and your hair nappy
people catch the Holy Ghost in church gettin happy
you know you ghetto call a crib your house
be at funerals screamin, fightin then fall out
you know you ghetto sellin clothes you stole
and when you go out its like a fashion show
you know you ghetto with a name like Shaniqua
Pookie, red and peanut butter puttin codes in your beeper
when you her stuff, helicopter, city bus
gettin f-cked in an ice cream truck

(chorus)

you know you ghetto only shop when theres a sale
late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell
you know you hetto when you pee outside
catch bronchitis, get ??? and sleep tight
you know you ghetto when yall stealin cable
cussin and DJin on underground radio
sayin yo mama jokes
fightin on talk shows
mattress against the wall
aint no frame, its on the floor
you know you ghetto with dreads, doo rags and braids
weaves, colorful nails, afros, half way waves
you ghetto, wont pay back money that you borowed
and wearin an outfit you goin to return tomorrow
you ghetto bettin on a number
usin words like uh huhh, naw, and uh uh
instead of sayin mom you say ma, instead of dad you say da
you see nickel stores, barbeques, and laundromats

(chorus)

you know you ghetto punchin aint playin house right
your kids barefoot, playin outside
eat food off the ground, sayin God bless the church
let your kids drink beer, talkin bout it gives em worms
you know you ghetto borrowin your friends clothes
ran out of water supplies from people next door
you know you ghetto heat the house with the oven
and anybody famous from the hood your cousin
you know you ghetto cussin out your teacher
and when somethin happen your mama say Lordy Jesus!
when you use street knowledge
graduate from school and go to jail instead of college
you know you ghetto barbeque-in every holiday
pizza man wont even deliver around your way
where the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out
moms at the gas station beggin for some change now

(chorus

Bizkit Limp: All In The Family with KoRn Follow The Leader

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
KoRn with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit)

Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother f-cker (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man,
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.

Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it,
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what),
You little faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my dick kid,
Like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the f-ck you think you talkin' to?
I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever).
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!"
When halitosis is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers,
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby).
I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod, but you said it best,
"There's no place to hide."

Jonathan: What the f-ck you saying?
You're a pimp whatever.
Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what). Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin',
Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'.
Plus your bills I'm payin'.
You can't eat that shit every day Fred,
Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what, you better your f-ckin' mouth Jon.

Jon: So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: You hate me!
Jon: You know what, it's all in the family.

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna f-ck you up twice,
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice!
You better run, run while you can,
Can never f-ck me up, Bitz Climpkit.
At least I got a phat original band.

Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You).
You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay),
You need a new job (ha).
Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist
And buy yourself a new drill (f-ck you).
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye,
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away (get a gay?),
Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday.

Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep),
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool).
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger)
And all you eat is zingers (zingers?).
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!).
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level.

Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting butt-f-cked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your f-ckin' nut (oh yeah).

Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here).
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh).
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh).
It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover.

Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a f-ckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth.

Jonathan: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
And I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Jonathan: And I love you!
Fred: And I want you!
Jonathan: And I'll suck you!
Fred: And I'll f-ck you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck f-ck you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother f-cker.
Fred: Say what? Say...what

504 Boyz - Tight Whips

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta)
[Hook]
We roll tight whips, everyday
Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades
We roll tight whips, everyday
Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok

[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)
Look like they runnin away

[Verse 2: Magic]
I'm doing 80 in the lightin
Duece trays on shine
The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck
18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff
Waking the BLOCK UP!

[Verse 3: Master P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad
Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman
Represent the PROjects
TV when I roll that
Gamblin for a car, no
Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
We roll big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find
I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months
I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts
Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it

[Verse 5: Yungsta]
Roll around in tight whips
Catch me on the night shift
I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license
My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when
First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims
My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out
Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man
Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Silkk]
The way we do it
She got a man, but she still gonna turn around
Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now
It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors
These boys go hard off

[Verse 7: Master P]
We leave the tags in the window, whodee
Cus it's worth about a hundred
V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift
Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3
No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!

[Verse 8: Lil' Romeo]
I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops
They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats
X-Box in the front and the back DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen
Got the navigation system with the phone in between
Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors
We roll on old days around here, that's 24s

[Hook]

[Jamaican flow]

[Verse 9]
I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off
I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off
Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff

[Verse 10]
Go real glistens
These chicks, call me Mista Cleana
A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen
I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: Master P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show
Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more
We wiling out, all day, all night
Cus this is my life, my life, my life...

[Hook]
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504 Boyz Tight Whips