Ok... alot of people around here say that music has no meaning to it... But alot of songs have alot of meaning to them.....
Like this one.... he raps about his life, so post the lyrics to the songs that you think have alot of meaning to them.
DIZZEE RASCAL LYRICS
"Dream"
I'm not gunna pull this off man without signing the dots
This is too sensible for me man
How u gunna have a dream come true ?
[verse 1]
I used to dream about crazy little things like fame,
In the days hanging round outside the off licence,
We used to run around the steets reckless with no shame,
Mainly up to no good a whole world would ask us,
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye,
And if they didnt show face we would act immature,
Had a thing for south and hackney girls since i was a kid,
A couple of west girls on my radar i was raw,
And i was dead sure that i knew it all,
The whole world got my attitude i nearly blew it all,
I find it a real big struggle gettin through ot all,
I swear i didn't wanna listen cos i sure didn't care,
Not knowing for reality that i'd have to prepare,
Cos money don't grow on no stick, well its rare,
Me and boy was still looking less and less the lick,
Plus i was growing up, life was looking as a scare
[chorus]
I like the talky talky happy talk,
Talk about things you like to do,
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gunna have a dream come true
[verse 2]
I used to love music it was like my hidden hobbie,
But i couldn't get on on local radio back then,
So i went to north london and trot to tottenham to be precise,
And got some air time on heat fm,
And then it esculated i was getting ratings here and there,
And carried on untill eventually i was everywhere,
I started doing all the hot spots ministry ceasers palace p area time and envy,
I did the grim and the glam,
I done the poor and the posh,
I didnt hang around i wanted my money in a rush,
Mind frame in the studio at this stage,
No time to chat i didnt wanna n-gage,
I found myself a new hustle it was beautiful,
A none like the one before a bit more suitable,
The more challenging it got the more i thought it,
Made an album over 100,000 people bought it
Thank you
[chorus]
[verse 3]
To all the youngers cotchin on the staires in the flats,
With the superstar sockalings Beckham in the making,
U can go far if you put your mind to it,
Your a star, dont wait to be told, just do it,
Try to keep school in your plans dont be worrying about your mans,
They'll be there in the end if they're real, if they aint,
Dont be making no effort to impress cos you'll find out where you are just do what you feel,
Young babymother i got your back aswell,
Young babyfathers hold it down for your girl,
I aint trying to preach but for what its worth,
Back is the next generation planet earth,
Big shout to the world cos i've been all around,
And when im gone im always thinking about my home town,
Im from the LDN theres no forgetting that,
And the big UK i stay reppin that
[chorus]
You love that
You tell me you dont love that
I LiKe tHe tAlKy tAlKy hApPy tAlK, tAlK AbOuT ThInGs yOu lIk
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KANO LYRICS
"Nite Nite"
[Mike Skinner]
Seriously man,
Like, you know when you got a good girl,
Or you know when she means something to you, & you've got like, a name.
[Leo The Lion]
Here we go again
Here we go
[Mike Skinner]
Like I had a name for this girl, I used to call her "Ladybird",
Cos she always played red, in Connect Four.
[Leo The Lion (Chorus)]
Link em & leave then em high,
I've been tellin all my man's for time,
Link em and then leave em high,
They never take my advice,
But now I realise, I realise why,
They have not been listening all this time,
Cos since I linked you, last night,
I wont be taking my advice
[Kano]
Look,
I call her "Nite nite"
? bright light, an i like her too much to say bye bye,
But we getting on fine right,
I don't wanna spoil it,
I don't why I can't commit to girls,
And I tell white lies, I'll find out the hard way,
Cos she got my favourite smile, her favourite style,
The first hotel, My favourite time,
And later we could have a baby, maybe a baby boy, my
favourite child,
"I'm way too tired", My favourite lie,
My verse on so sure, her favourite rhyme
The windows are steaming up like it's naked time,,
Wait, we're way too bait,
I bought her favourite shoes, or they better be,
And she's even my favourite size,
And she knows I hate holding hands, and I'm hooded up when it's
bait inside,
So I guess she's my favorite, right?
[Leo the Lion]
Right,
Cos nothing comes close to you.
[Kano]
So numbers? No boys are taking yours,
And no girls are taking mine,
Groupies? f*** that, I'm taking time,
We speak from like 8 till late at night,
When we gets on top, drop my favourite line:
[Leo the Lion]
Girl, I ain't going nowhere.
[Kano (spoken)]
I plain ain't going nowhere,
But, I like you, and it might take some time,
But really I'm like:
[Leo the Lion & Kano]
Here we go again,
[Leo the Lion (Chorus)]
[Kano]
I call her sometimes, and I wake her up at some dumb times,
Touch my phone, and her number my thumb finds,
Cos she's ideal, like a nice meal, and a night in, with a nice feel,
Maybe some wine,
Maybe sometime we could hold hands in the park, in the sunshine,
Sometimes,
Be patient with me if I got 3 raves in a week,
Or in a studio, away for a week,
One day we could book a vacation and leave,
But please: "No drama", I don't need beef like shane,forbe,fabian an dean,
I'm just focused on making the peas, Breaking the team, Chasing a dream,
I ain't on the street, maybe sometimes,
But you can't say I don't make enough time,
We speak everyday and meet everyweek,
So I dunno. Maybe it's me.
You? You got it planned out,
I don't make plans,
You know me, I wait and I see,
But if we were together, or even now,
If we weren't "sort-of", but were together,
Would you be faithfull to me?
Treat me massage me, and make me a tea?
Come link me, lay and wake up from sleep, and look hot like 80 degrees?
[Leo the Lion]
And you know I never say that sort of thing
[Kano (spoken)]
See? That's an angel to me
I wouldn't have said that before, you get me?
[Leo the Lion (Chorus)]
[Leo the Lion]
No, no, no, no, no, no
Oh my, my, ow,
Baby we could do this again sometime,
I even have a special name for you,
It's "Long Baby", cos you always on my mind, yeah.
I'll tell you straight, so straight, yeah,
I won't tell my mates,
No, no, I know, No, I know,
Yeah I like you,
Here we go,
Here we go again,
Here we,
Here we go again.
KANO LYRICS
"Nite Nite"
[Mike Skinner]
Seriously man,
Like, you know when you got a good girl,
Or you know when she means something to you, & you've got like, a name.
[Leo The Lion]
Here we go again
Here we go
[Mike Skinner]
Like I had a name for this girl, I used to call her "Ladybird",
Cos she always played red, in Connect Four.
[Leo The Lion (Chorus)]
Link em & leave then em high,
I've been tellin all my man's for time,
Link em and then leave em high,
They never take my advice,
But now I realise, I realise why,
They have not been listening all this time,
Cos since I linked you, last night,
I wont be taking my advice
[Kano]
Look,
I call her "Nite nite"
? bright light, an i like her too much to say bye bye,
But we getting on fine right,
I don't wanna spoil it,
I don't why I can't commit to girls,
And I tell white lies, I'll find out the hard way,
Cos she got my favourite smile, her favourite style,
The first hotel, My favourite time,
And later we could have a baby, maybe a baby boy, my
favourite child,
"I'm way too tired", My favourite lie,
My verse on so sure, her favourite rhyme
The windows are steaming up like it's naked time,,
Wait, we're way too bait,
I bought her favourite shoes, or they better be,
And she's even my favourite size,
And she knows I hate holding hands, and I'm hooded up when it's
bait inside,
So I guess she's my favorite, right?
[Leo the Lion]
Right,
Cos nothing comes close to you.
[Kano]
So numbers? No boys are taking yours,
And no girls are taking mine,
Groupies? f*** that, I'm taking time,
We speak from like 8 till late at night,
When we gets on top, drop my favourite line:
[Leo the Lion]
Girl, I ain't going nowhere.
[Kano (spoken)]
I plain ain't going nowhere,
But, I like you, and it might take some time,
But really I'm like:
[Leo the Lion & Kano]
Here we go again,
[Leo the Lion (Chorus)]
[Kano]
I call her sometimes, and I wake her up at some dumb times,
Touch my phone, and her number my thumb finds,
Cos she's ideal, like a nice meal, and a night in, with a nice feel,
Maybe some wine,
Maybe sometime we could hold hands in the park, in the sunshine,
Sometimes,
Be patient with me if I got 3 raves in a week,
Or in a studio, away for a week,
One day we could book a vacation and leave,
But please: "No drama", I don't need beef like shane,forbe,fabian an dean,
I'm just focused on making the peas, Breaking the team, Chasing a dream,
I ain't on the street, maybe sometimes,
But you can't say I don't make enough time,
We speak everyday and meet everyweek,
So I dunno. Maybe it's me.
You? You got it planned out,
I don't make plans,
You know me, I wait and I see,
But if we were together, or even now,
If we weren't "sort-of", but were together,
Would you be faithfull to me?
Treat me massage me, and make me a tea?
Come link me, lay and wake up from sleep, and look hot like 80 degrees?
[Leo the Lion]
And you know I never say that sort of thing
[Kano (spoken)]
See? That's an angel to me
I wouldn't have said that before, you get me?
[Leo the Lion (Chorus)]
[Leo the Lion]
No, no, no, no, no, no
Oh my, my, ow,
Baby we could do this again sometime,
I even have a special name for you,
It's "Long Baby", cos you always on my mind, yeah.
I'll tell you straight, so straight, yeah,
I won't tell my mates,
No, no, I know, No, I know,
Yeah I like you,
Here we go,
Here we go again,
Here we,
Here we go again.
Last edited by Dizzi on 29 Jan 2006, 19:51, edited 2 times in total.
Attack of the pessimists!
I think this is quite a nice thread. If you can't bother to read the lyrics, just shut up and go on with your life, aint that hard, right?
Bob Dylan - Hurricane
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shiznit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
I think this is quite a nice thread. If you can't bother to read the lyrics, just shut up and go on with your life, aint that hard, right?
Bob Dylan - Hurricane
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shiznit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
The Art of Breaking - TFK
When I feel numb I'll let you know
I won't become what I was before,
You cannot kill what's not your creation
This is the Art of Breaking
"Art of Breaking" just sounds weird. I'm trying to decipher what they meant by that.
When I feel numb I'll let you know
I won't become what I was before,
You cannot kill what's not your creation
This is the Art of Breaking
"Art of Breaking" just sounds weird. I'm trying to decipher what they meant by that.
Last edited by Jopuma on 30 Jan 2006, 02:24, edited 1 time in total.
I've deleted the SPAM from this topic.
This is an offtopic discussion forum, so you can more or less create a thread about anything you want to discuss (within reason and as long as they abide by nfsunlimited rules).
DO NOT post in this topic unless you wish to post what is actually meant to be posted here. (i.e. song lyrics or discussions of the lyrics posted by other people).
May i make a suggestion though, it would be a good idea only to post The Author, The Song and The section of lyrics you are refering to with maybe a reason why you posted them. This will keep everyone happy who wants to read this thread.
and please refrain from posting stupid posts about how you like the "always coca cola" part of the coke song and anything similiar.
This is an offtopic discussion forum, so you can more or less create a thread about anything you want to discuss (within reason and as long as they abide by nfsunlimited rules).
DO NOT post in this topic unless you wish to post what is actually meant to be posted here. (i.e. song lyrics or discussions of the lyrics posted by other people).
May i make a suggestion though, it would be a good idea only to post The Author, The Song and The section of lyrics you are refering to with maybe a reason why you posted them. This will keep everyone happy who wants to read this thread.
and please refrain from posting stupid posts about how you like the "always coca cola" part of the coke song and anything similiar.
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S2000_Skyline12
- Unbeatable
- Posts: 3538
- Joined: 05 Jan 2005, 23:59
- Location: Long Island, New York Birthday:12.23.92
This song is so funny
Dr.Evil-No STD
(Intro)
Oh no, Whoa
In this time today it's kinda
Sticky to be going around without a condom
It's kinda gross
(Chorus #1)
I love S-E-X but I don't want no STD, no
Give me that durex but I don't want no STD
Baby girl don't be vex but I don't want no STD, no
I love S-E-X but I don't want no STD
(Verse 1)
I don't wanna be cooked up with ivy,
Cause of A-I-D-S
Or HIV
That must be worst than poison ivy
The girls can be sexier
Even the nice like rice
But she can keep her-peas
Get it, keep herpes
Oh please
I don't want something that's sexually transmitted
And then get admit it
(Dude admit it)
That's one hospitality I don't need
Don't want to catch something that's gonna make it
Hard for me to breathe
(Chorus #2)
I love S-E-X but I don't want no STD, no
Give me that durex but I don't want no STD
Baby girl don't be vex but I don't want no STD
I love S-E-X, oohhh
(Verse 2)
I'm a rough rider
When giving the wickedest slam
I'm a jockey on a horse
I'm the Trojan man
I could give you long love until midnight
And we can get wet and wild on the beach,
That's right
Girl, I know you really wanted skin to skin
But I don't know what have that
Could make me slim to thin
(Buh Buh)
I'm into rubbers like helium
A matter of fact
I live into a condominium, get it
(Chorus #1)
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus #2)
(Verse 2)
(Chorus #1)
(Repeat Chorus)
Dr.Evil-No STD
(Intro)
Oh no, Whoa
In this time today it's kinda
Sticky to be going around without a condom
It's kinda gross
(Chorus #1)
I love S-E-X but I don't want no STD, no
Give me that durex but I don't want no STD
Baby girl don't be vex but I don't want no STD, no
I love S-E-X but I don't want no STD
(Verse 1)
I don't wanna be cooked up with ivy,
Cause of A-I-D-S
Or HIV
That must be worst than poison ivy
The girls can be sexier
Even the nice like rice
But she can keep her-peas
Get it, keep herpes
Oh please
I don't want something that's sexually transmitted
And then get admit it
(Dude admit it)
That's one hospitality I don't need
Don't want to catch something that's gonna make it
Hard for me to breathe
(Chorus #2)
I love S-E-X but I don't want no STD, no
Give me that durex but I don't want no STD
Baby girl don't be vex but I don't want no STD
I love S-E-X, oohhh
(Verse 2)
I'm a rough rider
When giving the wickedest slam
I'm a jockey on a horse
I'm the Trojan man
I could give you long love until midnight
And we can get wet and wild on the beach,
That's right
Girl, I know you really wanted skin to skin
But I don't know what have that
Could make me slim to thin
(Buh Buh)
I'm into rubbers like helium
A matter of fact
I live into a condominium, get it
(Chorus #1)
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 1)
(Chorus #2)
(Verse 2)
(Chorus #1)
(Repeat Chorus)
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WhereIsTheNsx
- Drift King
- Posts: 743
- Joined: 29 Jul 2005, 01:21
- Location: Brooklyn NYC
Yo, pay attention
And listen real closely how I break this slang shiznit down
Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A ki of coke is a pie
When I'm lifted, I'm high
With new clothes on, I'm fly
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
Money is chips, movies is flicks
Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones
Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox
Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop
And if you got rubbed, you got stuck
You got shot, you got bucked
And if you got double-crossed, you got firetruck
Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke
A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke
And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed
To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it
Chorus: repeat (2X)
"Speak with criminal slang" -Nas
That's just the way that I talk, yo
"Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas
Yo, yo
A burglary is a jook, a wolf's a crook
Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a F
If you got killed, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victim's a mark
A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart
Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it
Chorus (2X)
The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you cumin
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical force
You took a L, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it
Chorus (2X)
Yeah, yeah
One love to my big brother, Big Lee
Holdin' it down
Yeah, Flamboyant for life
Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for life
-Big L, Ebonics, The Big Picture
And listen real closely how I break this slang shiznit down
Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A ki of coke is a pie
When I'm lifted, I'm high
With new clothes on, I'm fly
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
Money is chips, movies is flicks
Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones
Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox
Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop
And if you got rubbed, you got stuck
You got shot, you got bucked
And if you got double-crossed, you got firetruck
Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke
A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke
And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed
To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it
Chorus: repeat (2X)
"Speak with criminal slang" -Nas
That's just the way that I talk, yo
"Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas
Yo, yo
A burglary is a jook, a wolf's a crook
Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a F
If you got killed, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victim's a mark
A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart
Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it
Chorus (2X)
The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you cumin
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical force
You took a L, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it
Chorus (2X)
Yeah, yeah
One love to my big brother, Big Lee
Holdin' it down
Yeah, Flamboyant for life
Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for life
-Big L, Ebonics, The Big Picture
[Spoken:]
There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying,
and he gets himself up on one elbow,
and he turns to his mates,
who are gathered 'round him and he says:
Watch me wallabys feed mate.
Watch me wallabys feed.
They're a dangerous breed mate.
So watch me wallabys feed.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl,
keep me cockatoo cool.
Don't go acting the fool, Curl,
just keep me cockatoo cool.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Take me koala back, Jack,
take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac,
so take me koala back.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Let me Abos go loose, Lou, *
let me Abos go loose.
They're of no further use, Lou,
so let me Abos go loose.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Mind me platypus duck, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Don't let him go running amok, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Play your digeridoo, Blue,
play your digeridoo.
Keep playing 'til I shoot thro' Blue,
play your digerydoo.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
tan me hide when I'm dead.
So we tanned his hide when he died Clyde,
(Spoken) And that's it hanging on the shed.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
-Rolf Harris, Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport
There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying,
and he gets himself up on one elbow,
and he turns to his mates,
who are gathered 'round him and he says:
Watch me wallabys feed mate.
Watch me wallabys feed.
They're a dangerous breed mate.
So watch me wallabys feed.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl,
keep me cockatoo cool.
Don't go acting the fool, Curl,
just keep me cockatoo cool.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Take me koala back, Jack,
take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac,
so take me koala back.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Let me Abos go loose, Lou, *
let me Abos go loose.
They're of no further use, Lou,
so let me Abos go loose.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Mind me platypus duck, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Don't let him go running amok, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Play your digeridoo, Blue,
play your digeridoo.
Keep playing 'til I shoot thro' Blue,
play your digerydoo.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
tan me hide when I'm dead.
So we tanned his hide when he died Clyde,
(Spoken) And that's it hanging on the shed.
Altogether now!
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
-Rolf Harris, Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport
I really like this song. The music video makes more sense of it. 
Red Hot Chili Peppers - By The Way
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... overload
Steak knife caro shark
Con job boot cut
Skin that flick
Shes such a little dj
Get there quick
By street but not the freeway
Turn that trick
To make a little leeway
Beat that nic
But not the way that we play
Dog town blood bath
Rib cage soft tail
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Black jack dope doodle
Pawn shop quick pick
Kiss that dyke
I know you want to hold one
Not on strike
But Im about to bowl one
Bite that mic
I know you never stole one
Girls that like
A story so I told one
Song bird main line
Cash back hard top
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... of her soul
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Chant
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... of her soul
By the way I tried to say
I know you
Looking for
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Red Hot Chili Peppers - By The Way
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... overload
Steak knife caro shark
Con job boot cut
Skin that flick
Shes such a little dj
Get there quick
By street but not the freeway
Turn that trick
To make a little leeway
Beat that nic
But not the way that we play
Dog town blood bath
Rib cage soft tail
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Black jack dope doodle
Pawn shop quick pick
Kiss that dyke
I know you want to hold one
Not on strike
But Im about to bowl one
Bite that mic
I know you never stole one
Girls that like
A story so I told one
Song bird main line
Cash back hard top
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... of her soul
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Chant
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee... of her soul
By the way I tried to say
I know you
Looking for
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And theres a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
Id be there... waiting for
Insanity - Oingo Boingo
I'm not exactly sure what this song is supposed to imply by the lyrics, but from what I can tell it sounds like he thinks the Christian faith is really white supremecy.
It's a really interseting song, though.
BTW, the lead singer is the singing voice of Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas (Danny Elfman). He's also done countless music scores for movies ranging from Batman and Spiderman to Peewee's Big Adventure and Big Fish and every movie Tim Burton has directed with the exception of "Ed Wood."
I'm so sorry, please forgive me
Who do I pray to to straighten out this problem?
Straighten out this problem, straighten out my mind.
Straighten out this crooked toungue...
My mind has wandered, from the straight and narrow.
My mind has wandered from the flock, you see?
My mind has wandered, the man just said so.
My mind has wandered, I heard it on TV.
And the flock has wandered away from me now.
-CHORUS-
All around the world now
Like a big bright cherry cloud
Traveling from home to home
TV sets and telephones
Here it comes just like a storm
Bathe in it and be reborn
Time to let the world know
Welcome madness say hello
Like a wave we cannot see
Washing over you and me
Hiding here and hiding there
Madness hiding everywhere
Such a curiosity
Here it comes to set us free
Plenty left for you and me
Say hello insanity
I am the virus, are you the cure?
I am morally, I'm morally impure
I am a disease and I am unclean
I am not part of God's well oiled machine
Christian nation, assimilate me
Take me in your arms and set me free
I am part of a degenerate elite yeah
Dragging our society into the street
Into the abyss and to the sewer don't you see
The man just told me, he told me on TV
Do you think you're better than me
Do you want to kill me or befriend me
And the alchoholic bastard waved his finger at me
And his voice was filled with evanglical glee now
Sipping down his gin and tonics
While preaching about the evils of narcotics
And the evils of sex, and the wages of sin
While he mental fondles his next of kin
Cause my mind has wandered from the flock you see
And the flock has wandered away from me
And he waved his hypnotizing finger at me
Let's imitate reality
Let's strive for mediocrity
Let's make believe we're all the same
Let's sanitize our little brains
I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed
I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head
I'd love to hear you laugh tonight, I'd love to hear you weep
I'd love to listen to you while you're screaming in your sleep
Christian sons, christian daughters
Lead me along like a lamb to the slaughter
Purify my brain and hose down my soul
White perfection, perfection is my goal
Do you think you're better than me
Do you want to kill me or befriend me
Christian nation, make us alright
Put us through the filter and make us pure and white
My mind has wandered from the flock you see
And the flock has wandered away from me
Let's talk of family values while we sit and watch the slaughter
Hypothetical abortions on imaginary daughters
The white folks think they're on the top ask any proud white male
A million years of evolution, we get Danny Quayle
-CHORUS-
All around the world now
Like a big bright cherry cloud
Traveling from home to home
TV sets and telephones
Here it comes just like a storm
Bathe in it and be reborn
Time to let the world know
Welcome madness say hello
Let's imitate reality
Let's strive for mediocrity
Let's make believe we're all the same
Let's sanitize our little brains
I'd love to take you home with me, I'd love to tuck you in
I wish I could protect you from the wages of our sin
I'd love to hear you scream tonight, I'd love to hear you cry
Protect you from the madness that is raining from the sky
Let's imitate reality
Let's strive for mediocrity
Let's make believe we're all the same
Let's sanitize our little brains
I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed
I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head
I wish that I could keep you in a precious Chinese box
On Sundays I would pray for you so it would never stop
I'd love to hear you laugh tonight, I'd love to hear you weep
I'd love to listen to you while you're screaming in your sleep
I'd love to soothe you with my voice and take your hand in mine
I'd love to take you past the stars and out of reach of time
I'd love to see inside your mind and tear it all apart
To cut you open with a knife and find your sacred heart
I'd love to take your satin dolls and tear them all to shreds
I'd love to mess your pretty hair, I'd love to see you dead.
I'm not exactly sure what this song is supposed to imply by the lyrics, but from what I can tell it sounds like he thinks the Christian faith is really white supremecy.
It's a really interseting song, though.BTW, the lead singer is the singing voice of Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas (Danny Elfman). He's also done countless music scores for movies ranging from Batman and Spiderman to Peewee's Big Adventure and Big Fish and every movie Tim Burton has directed with the exception of "Ed Wood."
I'm so sorry, please forgive me
Who do I pray to to straighten out this problem?
Straighten out this problem, straighten out my mind.
Straighten out this crooked toungue...
My mind has wandered, from the straight and narrow.
My mind has wandered from the flock, you see?
My mind has wandered, the man just said so.
My mind has wandered, I heard it on TV.
And the flock has wandered away from me now.
-CHORUS-
All around the world now
Like a big bright cherry cloud
Traveling from home to home
TV sets and telephones
Here it comes just like a storm
Bathe in it and be reborn
Time to let the world know
Welcome madness say hello
Like a wave we cannot see
Washing over you and me
Hiding here and hiding there
Madness hiding everywhere
Such a curiosity
Here it comes to set us free
Plenty left for you and me
Say hello insanity
I am the virus, are you the cure?
I am morally, I'm morally impure
I am a disease and I am unclean
I am not part of God's well oiled machine
Christian nation, assimilate me
Take me in your arms and set me free
I am part of a degenerate elite yeah
Dragging our society into the street
Into the abyss and to the sewer don't you see
The man just told me, he told me on TV
Do you think you're better than me
Do you want to kill me or befriend me
And the alchoholic bastard waved his finger at me
And his voice was filled with evanglical glee now
Sipping down his gin and tonics
While preaching about the evils of narcotics
And the evils of sex, and the wages of sin
While he mental fondles his next of kin
Cause my mind has wandered from the flock you see
And the flock has wandered away from me
And he waved his hypnotizing finger at me
Let's imitate reality
Let's strive for mediocrity
Let's make believe we're all the same
Let's sanitize our little brains
I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed
I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head
I'd love to hear you laugh tonight, I'd love to hear you weep
I'd love to listen to you while you're screaming in your sleep
Christian sons, christian daughters
Lead me along like a lamb to the slaughter
Purify my brain and hose down my soul
White perfection, perfection is my goal
Do you think you're better than me
Do you want to kill me or befriend me
Christian nation, make us alright
Put us through the filter and make us pure and white
My mind has wandered from the flock you see
And the flock has wandered away from me
Let's talk of family values while we sit and watch the slaughter
Hypothetical abortions on imaginary daughters
The white folks think they're on the top ask any proud white male
A million years of evolution, we get Danny Quayle
-CHORUS-
All around the world now
Like a big bright cherry cloud
Traveling from home to home
TV sets and telephones
Here it comes just like a storm
Bathe in it and be reborn
Time to let the world know
Welcome madness say hello
Let's imitate reality
Let's strive for mediocrity
Let's make believe we're all the same
Let's sanitize our little brains
I'd love to take you home with me, I'd love to tuck you in
I wish I could protect you from the wages of our sin
I'd love to hear you scream tonight, I'd love to hear you cry
Protect you from the madness that is raining from the sky
Let's imitate reality
Let's strive for mediocrity
Let's make believe we're all the same
Let's sanitize our little brains
I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed
I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head
I wish that I could keep you in a precious Chinese box
On Sundays I would pray for you so it would never stop
I'd love to hear you laugh tonight, I'd love to hear you weep
I'd love to listen to you while you're screaming in your sleep
I'd love to soothe you with my voice and take your hand in mine
I'd love to take you past the stars and out of reach of time
I'd love to see inside your mind and tear it all apart
To cut you open with a knife and find your sacred heart
I'd love to take your satin dolls and tear them all to shreds
I'd love to mess your pretty hair, I'd love to see you dead.
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@dizzi: i had a look for them, but couldnt find anything.
anyway. this songs lyrcs are pretty good. the songs pretty good too, but its not his best.
scribe - 'dreaming'
Check it out, 1, 2, hey yo, hey yo
I came a long way since back in the day
From a teenager trying to make a rap in this way
Ever since I was a kid I had something to say
Rocking mics was a dream I didn't care about pay
I sacrificed late nights and going out with my friends
Just to stay home alone with my pad and my pen
Had my eyes on my prize, my mind on my goal
As I carved these rhymes out with my hear and my soul
I didn't have a CD; all I had was a tape
On the dole thru my flow was my only escape
From a world where they didn't wanna see my prevail
Didn't wanna see me take it all
They'd rather see me fail
Its like ...
[CHORUS]
I was down and out
Struggling
Wondered how I'm gonna make it thru
I got a dream (I got a dream)
Holding old (I'm gonna hold on)
I can't let go cos I gotta make it come true
Hey yo
I got a dream to make it big in New York
Give up the drugs and alcohol
I didn't want to distort
My vision to be living life to the full
And I wouldn't of made it if it wasn't for you
You picked me up every time that I fell
When I was going thru hell you told me that I would prevail
You said I had exactly what it took to be great
That I was young and in the future would a man I would make
Its like you saw something in me I couldn't see
You said I would succeed and be anything I wanted to be
I'm 23 and I just wanna be me
Wanna be free
Wanna be everything I can be
But I don't have many choices
Can't afford to be wrong
All I do is try to stay true to the words of my song
Just don't hesitate and wait too long
Cos like a dream when you wake up its gone ... its gone
[CHORUS]
I was down and out
Struggling
Wondered how I'm gonna make it thru (I had no money in my pockets)
I got a dream (all I had was a pad and a pen)
Holding old (that's all I ever needed)
I can't let go cos I gotta make it come true
Hey yo
It was a sunny day and we were feeling high
Jamming the song underneath the baby blue sky
Thinking 'bout in the time when we were so poor
'Member the kids used to laugh at the clothes we wore
We always knew one day that things were gonna change
And from that day I was never gonna be the same
I went to sleep that night; I dreamt I touched the sky
And ever since I've been trying to keep my dream alive
So when you see this Scribe, dropping the Ill'ed rhyme
To find how I'm living mine in this day and time
I'm working 9 to 5; I'm slaving over beats
Its hard work living the dream I hardly ever sleep
I'm in the rhythm deep, Yo just trying to do my thing
Its funny when you shine and people hate to see the gleam
No matter what they say keep on doing what you do
And don't give up cos only you can make that dream come true
Its like...
[CHORUS]
I was down and out (I was way out)
Struggling
Wondered how I'm gonna make it thru
I got a dream
Holding old
I can't let go cos I gotta make it come true
I was down and out ...
Wonder how ...
I got a dream ...
I won't let go cos I got ...
anyway. this songs lyrcs are pretty good. the songs pretty good too, but its not his best.
scribe - 'dreaming'
Check it out, 1, 2, hey yo, hey yo
I came a long way since back in the day
From a teenager trying to make a rap in this way
Ever since I was a kid I had something to say
Rocking mics was a dream I didn't care about pay
I sacrificed late nights and going out with my friends
Just to stay home alone with my pad and my pen
Had my eyes on my prize, my mind on my goal
As I carved these rhymes out with my hear and my soul
I didn't have a CD; all I had was a tape
On the dole thru my flow was my only escape
From a world where they didn't wanna see my prevail
Didn't wanna see me take it all
They'd rather see me fail
Its like ...
[CHORUS]
I was down and out
Struggling
Wondered how I'm gonna make it thru
I got a dream (I got a dream)
Holding old (I'm gonna hold on)
I can't let go cos I gotta make it come true
Hey yo
I got a dream to make it big in New York
Give up the drugs and alcohol
I didn't want to distort
My vision to be living life to the full
And I wouldn't of made it if it wasn't for you
You picked me up every time that I fell
When I was going thru hell you told me that I would prevail
You said I had exactly what it took to be great
That I was young and in the future would a man I would make
Its like you saw something in me I couldn't see
You said I would succeed and be anything I wanted to be
I'm 23 and I just wanna be me
Wanna be free
Wanna be everything I can be
But I don't have many choices
Can't afford to be wrong
All I do is try to stay true to the words of my song
Just don't hesitate and wait too long
Cos like a dream when you wake up its gone ... its gone
[CHORUS]
I was down and out
Struggling
Wondered how I'm gonna make it thru (I had no money in my pockets)
I got a dream (all I had was a pad and a pen)
Holding old (that's all I ever needed)
I can't let go cos I gotta make it come true
Hey yo
It was a sunny day and we were feeling high
Jamming the song underneath the baby blue sky
Thinking 'bout in the time when we were so poor
'Member the kids used to laugh at the clothes we wore
We always knew one day that things were gonna change
And from that day I was never gonna be the same
I went to sleep that night; I dreamt I touched the sky
And ever since I've been trying to keep my dream alive
So when you see this Scribe, dropping the Ill'ed rhyme
To find how I'm living mine in this day and time
I'm working 9 to 5; I'm slaving over beats
Its hard work living the dream I hardly ever sleep
I'm in the rhythm deep, Yo just trying to do my thing
Its funny when you shine and people hate to see the gleam
No matter what they say keep on doing what you do
And don't give up cos only you can make that dream come true
Its like...
[CHORUS]
I was down and out (I was way out)
Struggling
Wondered how I'm gonna make it thru
I got a dream
Holding old
I can't let go cos I gotta make it come true
I was down and out ...
Wonder how ...
I got a dream ...
I won't let go cos I got ...
this is one of the funniest songs... eminem here is dissing another rapper called canibis... the second and last verse are the funniest 
anyone who likes rap should get this... the song itself is called Can-A-B*tch
[Verse One]
Now once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head
"Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna make some cash
Grab the silver paint and let's paint my bumbum"
Hey mister, would ya care to bare witness to
The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer
To this little bumbum-kissin' vaginal blister
'Stanabis', little marshall mathers sister
And in this corner, we have the mister
not havin' it, it's the mad sinister
Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for
this little antagonist faggot d*ck-suckin'
ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny fag Kennif-sta
You bastard I ain't wanna have to diss ya
Canabis, where the f*ck you at? I miss ya!
[Chorus]
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
where for art thou can-I-b*tch?
Please tell me what happened with
that style that you were rappin' with
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
from Canada? Oh Can-i-b*tch
[Verse Two]
Now at first I ain't really understand the sh*t
Picture me for a second and imagine it
Chillin' in a Bat-Mansion and relaxin'
When all a sudden some bullsh*t comes across the scanner
It's Can-i-b*tch with some Stan Lives sh*t
They greet me out at first man this is sick
For me being just a sick disconflict
gets my d*ck harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters you were tellin' me sh*t
like you respect me, like any other regular MC
The third letter you ask how come I ain't return
none of the messages at Shady Records You Left Me
The fourth Letter: "Slim you really startin' to upset me!"
The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building
This crazy motherf*cker's really tryin' to kill me!
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some sh*t about a message you left
Oh sh*t, that's not an "E" that's an "A"
This dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!!
Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way)
[Chorus]
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
where for art thou can-a-b*tch?
Please tell me what happened with
that style that you were rappin' with
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
from Canada? Oh Can-i-b*tch
[Verse Three]
So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib
The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
Sh*t! oh Dre wait a mintue that's it!
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost
We can fly over the border "Let's go" {*WOOSH!*
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
{*BOOSH!* (What was that?) oh Jermaine Dupre
F*ck It, keep goin' no time to waste
Wait backup hit him one more time in case
okay .. f*ck now he's draggin' under the car
Oh well only 30 more thousand miles
Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to conversate
Just tryin' to find a reason for the constant hate
And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propaine'
"He couldn't have fell off that hard!" ain't no way
"What happened to the way you was rappin' when you was scandalous
the Canibus turned into a television evangelist"
Plus he raps with his regular voice {*BOOSH!* {*BOOSH!*
{*BOOSH!* {*BOOSH!* (what was that?) Pet Shop Boys
So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin' but his bumbum was rotted
He kind of smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figure if I stick him with a fork he's done
So I stapped him twice, kept jabbin', Christ
He won't die! this guy's like a battered wife
He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw
Hold up 'bis quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest make my shoulders touch!
DO SOMETHIN'! at least one punchline
C'mon till the meter reads 9-9-9-9!
Say 90 percent of my fans are blonde
'bis c'mon answer me man respond!!!
Tell me 'bout the sun rain moon and stars
Intergalatical metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Resovoir Dogs
Bite another line from Redman's song!
Suddenly the stub from a dead man's arm
from a midget reaches out from under the car
It's JD, this motherf*cker won't die neither
Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of Ether
We stomped the booboo and then stopmed the booboo again
(Compton!) Detroit b*tch talk some sh*t again!!
STOMP HIM! (switch feet) STOMP HIM! (switch again!)
Dre alright he's dead dog, quit kickin him!
I think Stanabis jumped off the bridge again
(Damn...) he disappeared, yo he's gone, he did it again!
[Chorus]
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
where for art thou can-a-b*tch?
Please tell me what happened with
that style that you were rappin' with
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
from Canada? Oh Can-i-b*tch
anyone who likes rap should get this... the song itself is called Can-A-B*tch
[Verse One]
Now once upon a time not long ago
There was a little rapper about to blow
But his album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head
"Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna make some cash
Grab the silver paint and let's paint my bumbum"
Hey mister, would ya care to bare witness to
The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer
To this little bumbum-kissin' vaginal blister
'Stanabis', little marshall mathers sister
And in this corner, we have the mister
not havin' it, it's the mad sinister
Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for
this little antagonist faggot d*ck-suckin'
ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor
I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny fag Kennif-sta
You bastard I ain't wanna have to diss ya
Canabis, where the f*ck you at? I miss ya!
[Chorus]
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
where for art thou can-I-b*tch?
Please tell me what happened with
that style that you were rappin' with
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
from Canada? Oh Can-i-b*tch
[Verse Two]
Now at first I ain't really understand the sh*t
Picture me for a second and imagine it
Chillin' in a Bat-Mansion and relaxin'
When all a sudden some bullsh*t comes across the scanner
It's Can-i-b*tch with some Stan Lives sh*t
They greet me out at first man this is sick
For me being just a sick disconflict
gets my d*ck harder than arithmetic
And I know how you jealous ones envy
I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me
The first two letters you were tellin' me sh*t
like you respect me, like any other regular MC
The third letter you ask how come I ain't return
none of the messages at Shady Records You Left Me
The fourth Letter: "Slim you really startin' to upset me!"
The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building
This crazy motherf*cker's really tryin' to kill me!
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some sh*t about a message you left
Oh sh*t, that's not an "E" that's an "A"
This dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!!
Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre
We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way)
[Chorus]
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
where for art thou can-a-b*tch?
Please tell me what happened with
that style that you were rappin' with
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
from Canada? Oh Can-i-b*tch
[Verse Three]
So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib
The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
Sh*t! oh Dre wait a mintue that's it!
All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost
We can fly over the border "Let's go" {*WOOSH!*
So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed
{*BOOSH!* (What was that?) oh Jermaine Dupre
F*ck It, keep goin' no time to waste
Wait backup hit him one more time in case
okay .. f*ck now he's draggin' under the car
Oh well only 30 more thousand miles
Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to conversate
Just tryin' to find a reason for the constant hate
And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propaine'
"He couldn't have fell off that hard!" ain't no way
"What happened to the way you was rappin' when you was scandalous
the Canibus turned into a television evangelist"
Plus he raps with his regular voice {*BOOSH!* {*BOOSH!*
{*BOOSH!* {*BOOSH!* (what was that?) Pet Shop Boys
So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted
His corpse was still movin' but his bumbum was rotted
He kind of smelled a little like Courtney Love
I figure if I stick him with a fork he's done
So I stapped him twice, kept jabbin', Christ
He won't die! this guy's like a battered wife
He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more
But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw
Hold up 'bis quit foldin' up!
Punch me in the chest make my shoulders touch!
DO SOMETHIN'! at least one punchline
C'mon till the meter reads 9-9-9-9!
Say 90 percent of my fans are blonde
'bis c'mon answer me man respond!!!
Tell me 'bout the sun rain moon and stars
Intergalatical metaphors from Mars!
Raw to the floor, raw like Resovoir Dogs
Bite another line from Redman's song!
Suddenly the stub from a dead man's arm
from a midget reaches out from under the car
It's JD, this motherf*cker won't die neither
Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of Ether
We stomped the booboo and then stopmed the booboo again
(Compton!) Detroit b*tch talk some sh*t again!!
STOMP HIM! (switch feet) STOMP HIM! (switch again!)
Dre alright he's dead dog, quit kickin him!
I think Stanabis jumped off the bridge again
(Damn...) he disappeared, yo he's gone, he did it again!
[Chorus]
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
where for art thou can-a-b*tch?
Please tell me what happened with
that style that you were rappin' with
Can-i-b*tch, oh Can-i-b*tch
are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
from Canada? Oh Can-i-b*tch
