Beach Boys - Wipeout

Artist: Beach Boys
Music Album: Still Cruisinc120
(Music Song Lyrics):
Heheheheheheee wipe oooout!

Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Hey watch out
Here we go here go
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out

For three years straight we toured the nation
When we get through we needed a vacation
We wanted to party and get a little rest
So we packed our things and headed out west
We got our surfboards took the beachball out
Jumped in a limosuine ready to "wipeout"

Now we're ready to go
Here we go here we go
One one two one two one two hit it d
Here we go

We got to california i said headed for the beach
There were girls galore all within our reach
There was sand and sun and lots of fun
But when we get there the fun really begun
So we cut on the box and started to shout
It was the beach boys rockin' huh huh the "wipeout"

Oo oo
Ooo ooo
Oo
Oo
Oo oo

Wa-ah-ah-ah wawawa-ooh-oo
Wa-ah-ah-ah wawawa-ooh-oo
That's it, that that that's it dit dit dit dit dit
Hit it d

The sun went down and the night began
We was rapping for the people cold chillin' boppin'
We was partying hard making lots of noise
When around the corner came the real beach boys
So we all jumped up and started to shout
"let's all sing the song called the 'wipeout'"

Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Hey watch out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out

Stay go stay go stay go
Bring it out now

Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
Wipin' out wipe out
Hey watch out
Wah wah wah
Wipin' out wipe out
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Beach Boys Wipeout

Bizkit Limp: Doing Time On The Rock Line Performed only on

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Notes: This song was done live on 93.3 Jacksonville radio.
It's a one time only performance. Notice that the lyrics are
mixes of "Show Me What You Got", "Counterfeit", and "Cambodia".
Also, the lyrics were required to be somewhat clean for radio,
I think you'll notice where the band had to change some words.)

3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.

But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys

Electric Light Orchestra - No Way Out

Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Music Album: Secret Messages
(Music Song Lyrics):
Can’t you see I’m shaking in my shoes
I’ve done everything but I still got the blues
Everywhere I turn there’s misery
Stuck in the middle of nowhere street

Go away come back where ya goin’
Don’t do that, do this, don’t you blow it
Run don’t walk, shout don’t talk about it
You don’t know anything about it

It’s no good there’s no way out
No way out
A fine affair and there’s no doubt
There’s no doubt
That there’s no way out, no way out

She left some money in a paper sack
And a note to say she ain’t coming back
It’s no good there’s no way out
A fine affair and there’s no doubt
But there’s no way out, no way out

They’re coming at me from everywhere
They say she’s already gone from here

Go away come back where ya goin’
Don’t do that, do this, don’t you blow it
Run don’t walk, shout don’t talk about it
You don’t know anything about it

It’s no good there’s no way out
No way out
A fine affair and there’s no doubt
That there’s no way out, no way out

No way out
No way out
No way out
No way out
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Bizkit Limp: Counterfeit

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Three Doller Bill, Y'all
(Music Song Lyrics):
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a mask - 5x
freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a...
fake hey man wake up and smell the concrete
strange to see you've changed
like the LB could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
reality bites but that's what life is pitiful you,
your hideous behavior hate what God gave ya,
fakin all the flava artificial minds seekin out the new trends
get in where you fit in
quit thinkin like a has-been diggin
in my culture let me let your punks know
I'm an old school soldier with the funk flow
a damn shame you wanna change yourself

{chorus}
because you're sick of yourself well I'm sick of you too,
fake you're a, a counterfeit, fake you know we figured you out well I'm sick of you too,
fake you're a, a counterfeit, fake I wonder,
I wonder I wonder what it's like to be a clone doin' nothin,
nothin' on my own alone in your misery,
you're bitin on my new style filed as a counterfeit,

going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat)
so if your fakin that you're phat
you need a ballbat right where your head is at
all your desperation causes separation
now I grab the mic to intimidate your weakness
screams from the limp on your siren
phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick pain
for the fakers fame can't maintain

{chorus}

all these phonies you disregarded your life (disregarded your life)
you disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
you've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my family
but I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my guard)
so you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
but you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)
freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit - 6x
now you're steadily startin to change
you wanna rearrange
your lifestyle with live like the wild child
with the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
a lie but you deny you're a fake
you know we figured you're a phony (fake)
you know we figured you out (fake)
you know we figured you out, figured you out,
figured you out fake [a bunch of times

Biz Markie: Check it Out

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yo.. this is kinda slow
But I know the Jeeps gon' be pumpin it
But this is, this is one subject, that nobody don't know about

[Verse One]
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house
When you hear my golden voice, you know it's me
The poetical, energetical rap MC
Well that's not the subject matter of to be cool
I'm just tellin you girls and fly kids, stay in school
I always reminisce when I was in class well
But you feel like a simpletone when you get expelled
Or, even if you have a couple of days in detention
It's just as good as one bad suspension
So when you're grown up, you'll say the same thing
to your kids, be in class before the bell ring
But you know, kids is kids
To them high school is like a three year bid
I'm not gonna tell a lie, I used to cut class
Until the principal straight got in my ass
He said, "Biz the only way you're gonna get a BM
is to get your education instead of hangin with him"
So I got my head together, and chilled the hell out
And now all the break-breakers says is check him out

[Chorus]
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house! {*echoes*}

[Verse Two]
Now this is the second part of this lesson
I'm sayin it this way cause it's my profession
You don't have to go to high school to be an MC
But you got to know the value and means, of money
Cause a lot of parents, they are taxpayers
So it's real stupid, when you disobey a
principal, vice principal or even a teacher
Cause when you do that, you know y

Byrd Tracy - DRIVING ME OUT OF YOUR MIND

Artist: Byrd Tracy
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
He's driving me out of your mind
You're goin' crazy over him I see the signs
He won't leave you alone he's with you all the time
Driving me out of your mind

Can't he see that you still haven't gotten over me
And you're just not in the mood for company
Is he really fool enough to think he has a chance
Buyin' one red rose and asking you to dance

He's driving me out of your mind
You're goin' crazy over him I see the signs
He won't leave you alone he's with you all the time
Driving me out of your mind

A broken heart like yours can't possibly mend overnight
So why's he out there holding you so tight
Thought I'd have all the time I need to make up for my wrongs
Someone tell me what the hell is going on

He's driving me out of your mind
You're goin' crazy over him I see the signs
He won't leave you alone he's with you all the time
Driving me out of your mind
He won't leave you alone he's with you all the time
Driving me out of your mind
Driving me out of your mind
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Byrd Tracy DRIVING ME OUT OF YOUR MIND

Geggy Tah - Las Vegas With The Lights Out

Artist: Geggy Tah
Music Album: Sacred Cow
(Music Song Lyrics):
Big dinosaur silhouettes
Big pyramid silhouettes
Big building silhouettes
Big silhouettes of...

I don't know what that is

It's Las Vegas with the lights out
Las Vegas with the lights out
Las Vegas with the lights out
It's Las Vegas with the lights out

Big crowd silhouettes
Moving cautiously, arms outstretched
None of the cars are turning over
There's no juice in the batteries
There's plenty of juice in all the people though
Pushing their automobiles in neutral
They aren't automatic anymore
They aren't automatic anymore

It's Las Vegas with the lights out...

Big dealers wanna bet
Roulette wheels wanna bet
Slot machines wanna bet
All resting

Before the night when the lights went out
Was an electrical water spout
Absolutely everything about
Electricity
Has been dead for more than a minute
I don't think this was an accident
The dead presidents are innocent
Made of metal ahh...

It's Las Vegas with the lights out
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Geggy Tah Las Vegas With The Lights Out

Roxy Music - OUT OF THE BLUE

Artist: Roxy Music
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
All your cares
Now they seem
Oh so far away
All your fears
I fear I once shared

Now I know
There's a future
For all of us
Not so long ago
I was so scared

You seemed so sad
I could see
Through your twisted smile
So unsure
Always confused

Pale blue eyes
Gazing down
>From your ivory tower
Through the haze
All broken and bruised

Then: out of the blue
Love came rushing in
Out of the sky
Came the sun
Out of left field
Came a lucky day
Out of the blue
No more pain*

I don't mind
If it's only
A passing craze
Throwaway lines
Often rang true

If I were you
I would stay
For a little while
If you were me
Would you walk out
In style?

Then out of the blue
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Roxy Music OUT OF THE BLUE

Carly Simon feat Rita Coolidge - Love Out In The Street

Artist: Carly Simon feat Rita Coolidge
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
I've seen the sidewalks
And I've been aware
Of the lamps and tables and the paperback books
That you throw out there
All your artifacts
In disrepair
Make up a pile so high
Could tie up the traffic in the thoroughfare

Put your love out on the street
Put your love out on the street
Put your love out on the street
Put your love out on the street tonight

I don't mind your sinning
I'm no saint myself
And if the neighbours call you a hellcat
Then let them call me a jezebel
Cause I've come to know you
I've come to know you so well
>From spying on you from my bathroom window
In this cheap hotel

So let flow the hydrants
And we'll dance in the spray
And we'll wash out our dirty laundry
In the alleyway
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Carly Simon feat Rita Coolidge Love Out In The Street

Benzino - G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

[Benzino]
Uh.......Hangmen 3 (Gangsta jugga)
Uh huh (Gangsta jugga) Uh huh yo
(Gangsta jugga)

Pray on it sober, I'm just another step closer
Niggas'll ghost ya, found out these'll hurt ya
Play it frank while I lay in the Beam, let the heat roast ya
I'm moralized street solider, I thought the streets told ya
Thug slash beat composer, Nights filled wit freaks and doser
Went from rags to riches, don't f-ck with snitches
My Benz keeps the baddest bitches, huggin the block
Hollow tips sluggin the glock, hollerin "Who let the thug in the spot"
BENZINO!!!!!! (Bitches, clips, guns) Black out, inhale blow it back out [deep breathin]
Take shorty to the 'Tel blow her back out
And y'all motherf-ckers better not act out
I go the cash route, plus bet on mash out
Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out

[Hook:]
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O

(iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa) Chief rocker, whole tribe flooded out
He don't know you better tell your man cut it out
I'm workin with a short fuse you can't put it out
Big money, big guns that's what I'm about
...Deep concentration, I'm at a level that niggas can't get to
Grab a shovel, big meat you might get through
I'm gangsta part gorilla, part pit bull
I never start a situation that I can't finish
In other words this dog means business
Trendsetter, simple and plan, the first in rap music wit a crew on his chain
Still do it for my men behind bars, LIFERS
From Wallpoles to Ricards, push Benz's befo I got my license
And I'm coming for them belts like Tyson
We vultures, street bred, king cobras
Keep focus, smoke weed, sip Coronas
Spit chorus, bitches can't ignore us
The saga ends, you can't do nothing for us

[Hook:]
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O

(iaaaaahahahaa iaaahahahaa) [Scratching]
Most dangerous,
Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent.....................
Dro in a blunt twist it up, put four in your gut twist you up
You ain't heard not guilty's the verdict [the verdict echoes]
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Benzino GANGSTER

Guided By Voices - Sing It Out

Artist: Guided By Voices
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Came into town just to sing it out
Let the children play
Help them on their way
Save them
Took a turn with a temperature drop
Now I wanna go
Don't like driving in the snow
And when you call him
Will he be happy
I don't think so
Got a girl in trouble
Get him out on the double
Now when she close to be a good woman
Will you care to follow
Where next will you go?
Though your ??? will know
Sing it out
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Guided By Voices Sing It Out

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]

Biz Markie: Pickin Boogers

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Goin Off
(Music Song Lyrics):
Now this may sound disgusting an' like very gross
But it's sure to have your trippin'
So y'all listen close
It's not bright as the sun or sweet like sugar
But it's rather on the bug tip and it's called Pickin' Boogers
Now what I'm emceein' might not seem kosher to you
But it's still somethin' we all have to do
So go up your nose with a finger or two
And pull out one or a crusty crew
Yo, don't try to front like it's so gloomy and gray
'Cause we all pick our boogers sometime every day
Whether out in the open or on a sneak tip
With a finger, tissue, or even a Q-Tip
Take it from the Biz Markie because I'm jokin'
And also, remember this slogan
"Hey, ma, what's for dinner?
Go up your nose and pick yourself a winner"
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
Let me tell you what happened on the train, man
I was coolin' one say with my partner Kane
Headed up to the rooftop, ridin' the D train
When the man sittin' next to me was so profane
He'd stick his finger up his nose, then do a drain
(You should 'a moved)
I was just about, but al of a suddern, homeboy just pulled out
A big, green, slimey - naw, I'm not even gonna say it
But it weighed a good pound if you tried to weigh it
He sat there for a while with it in his hand
So I tried to play cool like a normal man
So I laid my head back to catch a quick nap
All of a sudden he plucked it dead in my lap
Now Kane sat there laughin' like it was all a joke
But a brother like Biz Markie had almost choked
So I dug up my nose and pulled out about five
And plucked every last one of them dead in his eye
Then the man jumped up and said what's wrong with you
And wiped 'em off his face and said I can't mess with you
Like if I did somethin' that was so full of shame
But yo, you got to know the name of the game
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
Now let me take you trippin' dow memory lane
Back in public school with my partner Kane
When I was class clown and he was my brotherr
Sittin' at the desk, pluckin' boogers at each other
Never do our work as we were supposed
'Cause we was too busy diggin' up our nose
And in the lunch room, we would talk about rude
God forbid the person that had to leave his food
No matter who you are, we didn't give a damn
We even put teachers down with the program
Whether it was a woman or if you're a man
We put boogers in our fingers then shake your hand
Catch anyone from anywhere
But the best part about it's catchin' Kane out there
Especially we're out playin' ball in the gym
I put boogers on the basketball and pass it to him
Now we're grown up and things have changed
But we still be playin' the Pickin' Boogers game
Just last night when Kane was gettin' ready
I slippped a litte green one inside his spaghetti
Pickin' Boogers
Pickin' Boogers
Let me tell you what happened with this girl
One night at Latin Quarters, I was standin' at ease
And saw a gorgeous yound lady that I wanted to skeeze
I didn't show enough that I really did want it
So, no half-steppin', I pushed up on it
Pulled out the gold cable and a knot that was fat
Had a spotlight beamin' on my Biz Markie hat
But when she stepped in the light and she got real close
I saw a teeny-weenie booger on the tip of her nose
She was dressed real def and her body was hook
But that dried-up boogeer just ruined the look
I wanted to tell her about it but I couldn't be bold
So I played it off and said, "That's a cute green mole"
I was hopin' from that she wuld wipe it away
But she didn't do nothin', I guess she wanted it displayed
I said, "Before you get my number I don't mean to dis you
but write it in your hand because you're gonna need the tissue

Bizkit Limp: 9 Teen 90 Nine

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Significant Other
(Music Song Lyrics):
Fame you're claimin' is the top of the world.
This stage I'm claimin' is the top of the world.
Love I'm feelin when you people connect
and if you're out in the crowd you're gettin' more than respect.
If you're wondering
I got plenty of flows.
I'm makin' plenty of friends
and many are foes,
but as the audience grows
security knows
stoppin' me now is kinda serious.
No use in dreadin'
what they call Armageddon.
I think we made it through the slump.
But who really cares where we're headin'
cuz now you mutherf-ckers got a reason to jump!!
{chorus}
so lets make somethin' out of it.
This way we can all relate.
Worldwide we collide.
This is how we communicate.
So lets make somethin' out of it.
Whoever thought we would see the day.
I cant believe we did it.
So lets drift away.
Hate,
a feelin' I don't really get.
And hate can get you in some serious shit.
Time is somethin'
that may change me,
but I cant time so f-ck it.
ive been stumblin'
through these thoughts
and I thought the fact that I could be delirious.
but as the audience grows
security knows
stoppin me now is kinda serious
No use in dreadin'
what they call Armageddon.
I think we made it through the slump.
But who really cares where we're headin'
cuz now you motherf-ckers got a reason to jump!!
{chorus}
so lets make somethin' out of it.
This way we can all relate.
Worldwide we collide.
This is how we communicate.
So lets make somethin' out of it.
Whoever thought we would see the day.
I cant believe we did it.
So lets drift away.
We see good things change
and good things go away.
We see good things waste
and we taste the pain.
What we need is
a place to escape from today.
Right?
what we need is
a place to escape from today!!
right?!...
Bring it on..
you wanna be down with the G shock!!
f-ck the glam rock!!
assed out like ken shamrock
MC's detest me,
wanna chest to chest me,
but I aint all about that.
You gotta be down with the G shock!!
f-ck the glam rock!!
assed out like ken shamrock!!
MC's detest me,
wanna chest to chest me,
but you don't want none of that
where we at?!
Don't stop!! its 9 teen 90 nine!!(2x

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

Byrd Tracy - Good Ol Fashioned Love

Artist: Byrd Tracy
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
He's driving me out of your mind
You're goin' crazy over him, I see the signs
He won't leave you alone, he's with you all the time
Driving me out of your mind
Can't he see that you still haven't gotten over me
And you're just not in the mood for company
Is he really fool enough to think he has a chance
Buyin' one red rose and asking you to dance
He's driving me out of your mind
You're goin' crazy over him, I see the signs
He won't leave you alone, he's with you all the time
Driving me out of your mind
A broken heart like yours can't possibly mend overnight
So why's he out there holding you so tight
Thought I'd have all the time I need to make up for my wrongs
Someone tell me what the hell is going on
He's driving me out of your mind
You're goin' crazy over him, I see the signs
He won't leave you alone, he's with you all the time
Driving me out of your mind
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Chubb Rock - The Night Scene

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
The night time is an ill time cause nuff crime
Happens that never gets aired on the prime
Tv stations, public relations
Gives the okay for what gets aired in the nation
You got the whole world lookin at "i love lucy"
Talented bitches on the corner sellin pussy
A variety'll give your friend for a 10=spot..
.. christians doin rimshots!
Do more heads than barbershops will
Open their legs to the public for a meal
Damn it's a shame, the shit looks unreal
College graduates sometime kneel
Check out the crack scene over there
Those two motherf-ckers gonna make about a million this year
Sell to their friends for a benz
Kill their race for a taste
For what they call or see as being the good life
Gold nuggets, lots of ducats
Beeper number 1-800-asshole
Sellin stone so we can see your bones
Cause most crackheads don't have fat legs
Skull all soft, it can crack like eggs
You fiend for the flavor, steal for the hit
Grandma's walkin home, so you bust her shit
Send her to the hospital - for twenty bucks
Beam for a half an hour - that's f-cked
Other (?) your high, for a few stay low
Ten minutes later, you need some blow
So you'll eventually croak - maybe by a stroke
You don't want the good life - no you want coke
Now come the robbers, they just steal
They move like cats - some on crack
They'll vic anything up to jeeps
These motherf-ckers play for keeps
They'll do anything that's on their mind
They come nine deep, plus pack nines
They don't care - won't shed no tears
Don't try to appeal for pity cause it's silly
They wear polo coats, baseball caps
The elderly is the main course and the snack
These young kids that leave their cribs
Hang on the streets, then these squids
Slide up on the scene with a certain lean
And then slide out but they're countin your green
And now you're vexed and you want to redeem
But it's a different world with different rules:
The night scene

Yo baby check this out
Times is gettin kinda hard, youknowhati'msayin?
Yo bitch, you gonna have to get me some serious money
Out this motherf-cker, youknowhati'msayin?
You better go out there and,
Find some friends for five dollars or some shit
Cause y'know, if i don't get my money
You know what's gonna happen right?
Somebody gonna get hurt out this motherf-cker
You know that, you know that

The night time is a different time to flow
You gotta know the rules or they'll let you know
Your heart can't take the pressure, of the scene
Periphreal vision and decisions must be keen
Cause this is a place that's far from clean
Apocalypse now - but later on you say it's a dream
But it's not a dream, it's reality
Stand on the corner and you're a goner
Go home and chill under your mom's wing
I will sing, hopefully bring
A new alternative to make some green
But stay home - not the night scene - come on!

What? yo where the motherf-ckin money at huh?
Nah i don't wanna hear nuttin about no
College and tuition shit
I just want my motherf-ckin money - now bitch!
So let's do this alright?
You ain't holdin out tonight
Cause i'll fly that motherf-ckin head
Right about now, okay?
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Chubb Rock The Night Scene

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

Biz Markie: Friends

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
I saw this girl from like around the way
I told her I was the B-I-Z Emezah-A
She said she know my reputation, know I got clout
And like to get to know me, without no doubt
So we started havin long telephone conversations
Tryin to feel each other out, showin a lot of patience
Was a hook-up from my man, word bond she was bad
If I met her whole family I would kiss her dad
So in my mind I was thinkin she really liked me
She got a good head on her shoulder and she's no dummy
Me and her, had compatible horoscopes
But she bugged me out so bad I was on the ropes
Now when I was with her, my shoulders shrugged
Because when I reached out for a kiss and hug
She mushed me in my face, and smiles with a grin
And said this question

[Chorus]
Why can't we be friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we, be, friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends? We can't we be friends?
Why can't we, be, friends? We can't we be friends?

[Verse Two]
I knew she was different, a very special gal
For the time being, hmm I shall
Respect her wishes, she wasn't a groupie
I understand, she said she just had met me
I liked her for that, a woman with morals
She called me every day, so I saw she was loyal
It bugged me out cause I don't usually wait
But on a scale of one to ten she was a twenty-eight
We was goin out on the reg', movies and dinner
Always stay at my house, way past ten o', clock
I thought she really really liked me
I did the right thing, like my name was Spike Lee
She had her own car so I walked her to the door
Like Busta Rhymes I said, "Gimme Some More"
So I put my lips out, to get a kiss
And she said just like this

[Chorus]-a

Johnny OKeefe - Six OClock Rock

Artist: Johnny OKeefe
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Well come on everybody it's six o'clock, Huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
Come on everybody it's time to rock, Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
Well let's stop and let's rock
Come on everybody it's six o'clock

Well everybody knows just-a what to do, Huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
Just tune yourself to channel two, Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
And let's stop and then rock
Come on everybody it's six o'clock

Well people gather round from near and far
To see their favourite TV stars
Everybody singing 'cause it makes you shout
It just knocks you out, out, out

Come on everybody it's six o'clock. Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
Come on everybody it's time to rock, Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
And let's stop and let's rock
Come on everybody it's six o'clock, Yeah

Go Pluto

Well mother

Well people gather round from near and far
To see their favourite TV stars
Everybody singing 'cause it makes you shout
It just knocks you out, out, out

Come on everybody it's six o'clock, Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
Come on everybody it's time to rock, Uh-huh-huh, uh-huh-huh
And let's stop and let's rock
Come on everybody it's six o'clock
Come on everybody it's six o'clock
Yeah, it's six o'clock
Wooh, it's six o'clock
Yeah, what else, it's six o'clock (fade)
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