Studentas_Lt Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 write down;) i'll write mine later;) can be home-made:P 2pac Forever. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bilbobaggins Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 okay, these might not be exact, but the tape broke so I can't tell Which way are you goin' Which side will you be on Will you stand and watch while all the seeds of hate are sown Will you stand with those who say that His will be done One hand on the Bible, one hand on the gun One hand on the Bible, one hand on the gun Which way are you looking? Is it hard to see Do you say what's wrong for him is not wrong for me You walk the streets of righteousness But you refuse to understand You say you love the baby, but then you crucify the man You say you love the baby, but then you crucify the man Chorus: Everyday things are changin' Words once honored turn to lies People wonderin' can you blame them It's too far to run and too late to hide Now you turn your back on all the things that you used to preach Now it's let him live in freedom if he lives like me Well your line has changed, confusion rings What have you become Your olive branches turn to spears when your flowers turn to guns Your olive branches turn to spears when your flowers turn to guns Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubsa Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 If we're going for meaningful stuff, mine are these: Man of the Hour Lyrics Artist(Band):Pearl Jam Tidal waves donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t beg forgiveness 'Crashed' and on their way Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away A snowflake falls in may. And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow Goodbye for now. Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend Old men comprehend. And the 'Sky Breaks' at dawn; shedding light upon this town TheyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll all come ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹Ãâround Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow Goodbye for now. And the road The old man paved The broken seams along the way The rusted signs, left just for me He was guiding me, love, his own way Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow As the curtain comes down I feel that this is just goodbye for now. AND: Trent Reznor - Hurt (When sung by Johnny Cash it means the most for me) I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but I remember everything what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear you are someone else I am still right here what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt if I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way This is how much you all raised for charity. Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Studentas_Lt Posted November 3, 2005 Author Share Posted November 3, 2005 okay, these might not be exact, but the tape broke so I can't tell Which way are you goin' Which side will you be on Will you stand and watch while all the seeds of hate are sown Will you stand with those who say that His will be done One hand on the Bible, one hand on the gun One hand on the Bible, one hand on the gun Which way are you looking? Is it hard to see Do you say what's wrong for him is not wrong for me You walk the streets of righteousness But you refuse to understand You say you love the baby, but then you crucify the man You say you love the baby, but then you crucify the man Chorus: Everyday things are changin' Words once honored turn to lies People wonderin' can you blame them It's too far to run and too late to hide Now you turn your back on all the things that you used to preach Now it's let him live in freedom if he lives like me Well your line has changed, confusion rings What have you become Your olive branches turn to spears when your flowers turn to guns Your olive branches turn to spears when your flowers turn to guns by who? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lollol Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Artist: Fort Minor Song: Remember The Name Lyrics: You ready?! Lets go! Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about It's like this y'all (c'mon!) [Chorus] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! He doesn't need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But [bleep] em, he knows the code It's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go! Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist It's just twenty percent skill Eighty percent fear Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game" Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse? This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots His stock's through the roof I heard he [bleep]in with S. Dot! [Chorus] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! They call him Ryu The Sick And he's spittin fire with Mike Got him out the dryer he's hot Found him in Fort Minor with Tak Been a [bleep]in annihilist porcupine He's a [puncture], he's a [rooster] The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe He's got a partner in crime, his [cabbage] is equally dope You wont believe the kind of [cabbage] that comes out of this kid's throat He's not your everyday on the block He knows how to work with what he's got Makin his way to the top People think its a common owners name People keep askin him was it given at birth Or does it stand for an acronym? No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard It seems like he's never got time Because he writes every note and he writes every line And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind It's like a design is written in his head every time Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme And those [bleep]s he runs with, those kids that he signed? Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?! [Chorus] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! [Chorus] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! [Outro - Mike Shinoda] Yeah! Fort Minor M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jammy316 Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Metallica - Nothing else matters lyrics So close no matter how far CouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t just say And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know So close no matter how far CouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t just say And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know So close no matter how far CouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are No nothing else matters Tsunami Bomb - 5150 Forget your torment, What should have been, What's expected of you. Face your fears, Face your open future, And remember the way that you shine. (Your life is your own.) The way that you shine. (You can take control.) The way that you shine. (Your life is your own.) The way that you shine. (We don't want you to go.) Be greatful that you have a brain for thinking And legs to take you places. You can do what you dream about, Just believe in the way that you shine. (Your life is your own.) The way that you shine. (You can take control.) The way that you shine. (Your life is your own.) The way that you shine. (We don't want you to go.) If we all took our own lives When living was troublesome, We'd all, we'd all be dead! I know there's something that you love That you'd rather not leave behind The way that you shine (Your life is your own.) The way that you shine. (You can take control.) The way that you shine. (Your life is your own.) The way that you shine. (We don't want you to go.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MyPurpleCrayon Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 "Point / Counterpoint" I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't [rooster] My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock and even if I could I would never give up. With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung. And if and when I die won't you bury me alone? 'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song. If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong? Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along? I'd like to think I would, you know I'd like to think I would but I can guarantee that what you see is not reality and every time she makes a point, I make a counterpoint She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice and you know that's only just the way it goes You said it right man, That is just the way it goes And the days, and the days they seem like forever And the days, and the days they seem like forever But forever isn't ever enough!! I'd like to sing a song Promise you won't be long! I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong There was a kid who never cared about the little things Don't even bother because I'm tired and I'm sick of it And every time she makes a point, I'll make a counterpoint! She said It's easy but in the end you'll have no choice And you know that's only just the way it goes You said it right man, that is just the way it goes I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't [rooster] And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock and even if I could I would never give up. With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung. And if and when I die won't you bury me alone? 'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song. Oh, You don't know where I've been! Oh, You don't know what I've seen! If I did something right Would you give up this fight? Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right I'd like to think you would You know I'd like to think you would but I can't guarantee that what you get is an apology Jump back to the day we met I never thought that it would end this way If ever I let you down I want to ask of you To take it down a notch and we can talk it on through And the days, and the days they seem like forever And the days, and the days they seem like forever But forever isn't ever enough!! I'd like to sing a song Promise you won't be long! I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong There was a kid who never cared about the little things Don't bother 'cause I still don't give a [cabbage] And every time she makes a point, I'll make a counterpoint! She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice And you know that's only just the way it goes You said it right man, that is just the way it goes I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't [rooster] And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock and even if I could I would never give up. With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung. And if and when I die won't you bury me alone? 'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song. Oh, You don't know where I've been! Oh, You don't know what I've seen! So tell me friend, how's it going to end? When the [cabbage] goes down and there's no one left around to get your back You'll crack You'll smile and agree with everything they say They'll try to tell you that it's all okay But it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad And you can't stop thinking about the things you never had Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did You're running around You're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend No, You'll take back all you've said Oh, When the regrets fill your head Trust me I've been there before I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy What irony! Once friends, but I find You'll have to learn this lesson on your own So I waited by the phone but that phone never rang and I sang so loud so I wouldn't hear the bang When the bang never came and I never got the call [bleep] It! Thank You! I Love You All! Some are going to say that we're doomed to repeat all our past mistakes Great! But that's not me and even if it was I would always disagree Because in the end I always get the better of me I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't [rooster] And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock and even if I could I would never give up. With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung. And if and when I die won't you bury me alone? 'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song. Oh, I'll take you where I've been! Oh, I'll show you what I've seen! "Bright Spring Morning" The time is right to begin Lets get going once again For once in your life just let go I'm getting sick of everything Tired of what the next day brings What I need is for you to follow my lead The sun is shinning bright outside I think I'll go for a ride I plan not to ever return Lets run away from here for good Forget this dusty neighborhood The open road is calling and begging for us Go roll down the window Go crank up that radio Lets drive until we hit the sky It's not about where we will go Lets start living life before we die If you want you can stay But you'll regret the day That you didn't follow your dreams Imagine the wind in your hair Blowing away all of your cares So take my hand lets plan never to look back. The sun is shinning bright outside I think I'll go for a ride I plan not to ever return Lets run away from here for good Forget this dusty neighborhood The open road is calling and begging for us Go roll down the window Go crank up that radio Lets drive until we hit the sky It's not about where we will go Lets start living life before we die True, it's all in my dreams Yeah You are all in my dreams Yeah What I need is a long holiday What I need is to get away.. >From here for good tonight Lets fly away tonight On this bright spring morning Send our spirits soaring Now is the time The sun is shinning bright outside I think I'll go for a ride I plan not to ever return Lets run away from here for good Forget this dusty neighborhood The open road is calling and begging for us Go roll down the window Go crank up that radio Lets drive until we hit the sky It's not about where we will go Lets start living life before we die ""Is This My Fate?", He Asked Them" Do you really [bleep]ing think that it's a choice, a way of life played by discrimination you're narrow-minded, quick to judge with bible belt tunnel vision This is ignorance failure to evolve is failure to us all when will you learn that this is where we fall failure to evolve is failure to us all when will you learn that this is where we fall where we fall "Is this my fate!?" he asked them they answered, condemning him to burn rejected, forsaken, for being [bleep]ing born I can't believe that this is still a question that needs an answer a bigot's eyes judging lives based on the sex of who you [bleep] This is ignorance failure to evolve is failure to us all when will you learn that this is where we fall failure to evolve is failure to us all when will you learn that is where we fall where we fall Burn (burn), burn (burn) judged and condemned to burn (burn), burn (burn) judged and condemned to burn When will you learn? will you learn? when will you learn? "Say "Ten" She's not eatin' bacon, not eatin' sausage And she won't eat eggs, not eatin' chicken Not eatin' turkey, she won't have a steak But I just can't help feelin' sorry For this poor little lettuce head You know, I can't stop cryin' cause I Know this broccoli's dead Vegetarian, I'm not a vegetarian, vegetarian... she's a Poor little cow, little sheep, little fish How can I sleep? when carrots are bleedin' Plants are screamin' and tomatoes cry You say "It's not so bad, they're only Vegetables", that's what you said Maybe I'm a murderer, but I'm hungry And they're better off dead Save a plant, eat a cow I want beef, I want it now! I'm gonna eat it cause it's red! I'm gonna eat it cause it's dead! Maybe I should eat it raw let the Blood run down my jaw I'd eat people if it was legal I'd eat people if it was legal! "Sell Out" [verse] well, I know you can't work in fast food all your life but don't sign that paper tonight, she said, but it's too late. And I don't remember what I read, don't remember what they said, I guess it doesn't matter, I guess it doesn't matter anymore. [chorus] you're gonna go to the record store you're gonna give 'em all your money radio plays what they want you to hear they tell me it's cool but I just don't believe it... sell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight record company's gonna give me lots of money and everything's gonna be (all right). [verse] no more flippin' burgers puttin' on my silly hat you know I don't want that no more, And I didn't ask when we'd get paid, I quit my day job anyway, I guess it doesn't matter, I guess it doesn't matter anymore [chorus] You're gonna go to the record store, you're gonna give 'em all your money, radio plays what they want you to hear, they tell me it's cool, I just don't believe it sell out, with me oh yea, sell out with me tonight, the records company's only give me lots of money and everything's gonna be. [bridge] I don't think it'll be so bad I know it won't be so bad cause the man said "that's the way it is" and the man said "it don't get better than this" no no no noo [chorus] so I signed on to the record company, they say they're gonna give me lot's of money, if I play what they want you to hear they tell me it's cool, and I sure believe it... sell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight the record companies gonna give me lots of money and everything's gonna be (all right). 1. Streetlight Manifesto - Point/COunterpoint 2. Suburban Legends - Bright Spring Morning 3. Story of the Year - Is This My Fate?! He asked them 4. Reel Big Fish - Say Ten 5. Reel Big Fish - Sell Out Some of my favorites. Ghost: I am prejudice towards ignorance, so that would explain why I appear to be so. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bloodkilla87 Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Blink 182 - The Anthem Part 2 Everything has fallen to pieces Earth is dying, help me Jesus We need guidance, we've been misled Young and hostile but not stupid Corporate leaders, politicians Kids can't vote, adults elect them Laws that rule the school and workplace Signs that caution sixteen's unsafe We really need to see this through We never wanted to be abused We'll never give up, it's no use If we're [bleep]ed up, you're to blame Let this train-wreck burn more slowly Kids are victims in this story Drown the youth with useless warnings Teenage rules, they're [bleep]ed and boring We really need to see this through We never wanted to be abused We'll never give up, it's no use If we're [bleep]ed up, you're to blame Everything has fallen to pieces Everything has fallen to pieces Everything has fallen to pieces Everything has fallen to... We really need to see this through We never wanted to be abused We'll never give up, it's no use If we're [bleep]ed up, you're to blame, blame, blame,blame Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Atticux Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Blink 182 - Carousel I can relate to these lyrics alot, if you only ever listen to one Blink 182 song, make it this one. It's one of the first songs Tom and Mark ever wrote. I talk to you every now and then I never felt so alone again I stop to think at a wishing well My thoughts send me on a carousel Here I am standing on my own Not a motion from the telephone I know not a reason why Solitudes a reason to die Just you wait and see As school life is a It is a woken dream Aren't you feeling alone? I guess its just another I guess its just another I guess its just another night alone Now as I walk down the street I need a job just to sleep in sheets Buying food every once in a while But not enough to purchase a smile A tank of gas is a treasure to me I know now that nothing is free I talk to you every now and then I never felt so alone again Just you wait and see As school life is a It is a woken dream Aren't you feeling alone? I guess its just another I guess its just another I guess its just another night alone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryan Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Five Iron Frenzy - On Distant Shores I have been scarred so deep by life and cold despair, and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair. I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find. And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine. If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor, Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores. I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost, and I've been burned by this world's cold, like leaves beneath the frost. On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry. But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy. And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud, at the front of the line for the card-carrying, highbrowed. With both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight. Running at full tilt, my sword pulled from its hilt. It's funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds, the last will wave good-bye. It's funny how the hope will bleed away, the citadels we build and fortify. Good-Bye. Night came and I broke my stride, I swallowed hard, but never cried. When grace was easy to forget, I'd denounce the hypocrites, casting first stones, killing my own. You would unscale my blind eyes, and I stood battered, but more wise, fighting to accelerate, shaking free from crippling weight. With resilience unsurpassed, I clawed my way to You at last. And on my knees, I wept at Your feet, I finally believed, that You still loved me. Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again. Jesus Christ, Light of the World, burning bright within our hearts forever. Freedom means love without condition, without beginning or an end. Here's my heart, let it be forever Yours, only You can make every new day seem so new. Yes, it's Christian, but I'm not religious so you [bleep]ers can buzz off :P. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scruffy5389 Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Metallica - Nothing else matters lyrics I love that song, but I've never found the lyrics especially incredible. My favorite lyrics, just to be different from all the other posts this thread will get, are as follows: My Bonnie looked into a gas tank, The height of its content to see. She lit a little match to assist her, Oh bring back my Bonnie to me! :wink: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dontknowyet Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Scotty Doesnt Know - From the movie Eurotrip Ill post the lyrics later :) As: Dontknowyet -157 R.Rs: Dontknowyet - 38 Bigboybad - 104 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
runesmithie Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Band: Audioslave Song: Doesn't Remind Me walk the streets of Japan till I get lost Cause it doesn't remind me of anything With a graveyard tan carrying a cross Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like studying faces in a parking lot Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like driving backwards in the fog Cause it doesn't remind me of anything [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like gypsy moths and radio talk Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like gospel music and canned applause Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like colorful clothing in the sun Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues Cause it doesn't remind me of anything [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget Bend and shape me I love the way you are Slow and sweetly Like never before Calm and sleeping We won't stir up the past So descretely We won't look back [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours If it doesn't remind me of anything Really nice song, I turn up the radio just to hear it :) I just posted something! ^_^ to the terrorist...er... kirbybeam. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
my_pet_worm Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Band: Audioslave Song: Doesn't Remind Me walk the streets of Japan till I get lost Cause it doesn't remind me of anything With a graveyard tan carrying a cross Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like studying faces in a parking lot Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like driving backwards in the fog Cause it doesn't remind me of anything [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like gypsy moths and radio talk Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like gospel music and canned applause Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like colorful clothing in the sun Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues Cause it doesn't remind me of anything [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget Bend and shape me I love the way you are Slow and sweetly Like never before Calm and sleeping We won't stir up the past So descretely We won't look back [Chorus] The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours If it doesn't remind me of anything Really nice song, I turn up the radio just to hear it :) Yea i like that aswell, not very Audioslave though Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
How2PK Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Hm, fav. lyricist (that's a word?) is Bob Dylan, so I'll just post up two song lyrics. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, etc. Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, etc. Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me etc. Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, etc. How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. Signature by Maurice SendakWhen the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool, that's amore! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paul_wilson Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Bubsa, i love that song. This one is also a great Pearl Jam song, Immortality. Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find the comfort in this world Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers Vulnerable, wisdom canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t adhere... A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on... But thereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... As privileged as a [bleep]...victims in demand for public show Swept out through the cracks beneath the door Holier than thou, how? Surrendered..[Caution: Executable File]cuted anyhow Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on, too... But saw the trapdoor in the sun... Immortality... I cannot stop the thought...IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m running in the dark... Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide... Oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm... And whiskers in the sink... Truants move on...cannot stay long Some die just to live... ohh... and Iron Maiden - The Trooper YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll take my life but IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll take yours too YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll fire you musket but IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll run you through So when your waiting for the next attack YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d better stand thereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s no turning back The bugle sounds as the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of arcrid smoke and horses breath As you plunge into a certain death The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We wonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t live to fight another day We get so close near enough to fight When a russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My bodyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan First and only pixel thinger I made. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jammy316 Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 Metallica - Nothing else matters lyrics I love that song, but I've never found the lyrics especially incredible. My favorite lyrics, just to be different from all the other posts this thread will get, are as follows: My Bonnie looked into a gas tank, The height of its content to see. She lit a little match to assist her, Oh bring back my Bonnie to me! :wink: Its my friend song of all time and means something to me which is why I posted =). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J4K3 Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 write down;) i'll write mine later;) can be home-made:P 2pac Forever. lol, i always remember you use to love "nas - shoot em up" lol! for me its gotta be. "i dont obay no policeman cuss, they forget there human, get excited quickly but, he aignt got a gun, ill kick him and run" lol, vlad, check ya pms too lol. Cheap Clan Hosting, PM me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Studentas_Lt Posted November 4, 2005 Author Share Posted November 4, 2005 Ok, it's my turn I guess. First of all: I love all 2pac lyrics. I could write them down, But... I'll write just those which hurt heart mostly. 2pac - Hit 'em up. This was written after 'Pac got shot 5 times, when he went to Biggie smallz record studio. ( If' ima not mistaken ) Intro: Tupac I ain't got no mother[bleep]in friends That's why I [bleep]ed yo' [bleep], you fat [bleep] (take money) WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE!! Bad Boy killers (take money) You know the realest is [racist term]z (take money) We bring it to you (take money) Verse One: Tupac First off, [bleep] your [bleep] and the click you claim WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I [bleep]ed your wife We bust on Bad Boy [racist term]z [bleep]ed for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark [wagon] [bleep]es We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya cut your young [wagon] up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil Kim, don't [bleep] around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly [wagon] off tha street, so [bleep] peace I let them [racist term]s know it's on for life So let the West side ride tonight (haha) Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed [bleep] wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see... Chorus: Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace [racist term], I hit em' up... Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you mutha[bleep]as know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you [bleep] made-[wagon] bad boy [bleep]es, deal with it!! Verse Two: Fatal Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smallz just got dropped Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement Puffy weaker that a [bleep]in rocka wanna do, [racist term] and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, [racist term] With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout, pretty sour I push packages every hour and hit em up Chorus Verse Three: Tupac Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel this aint no freestyle battle, all you [racist term]z gettin killed with ya mouths open tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping smokin dope it's like a sherm high [racist term]z think they learned to fly But they burned mutha[bleep]a, you deserve to die Talkin bout you gettin money but its funny to me all you [racist term]z livin bummy why you're [bleep]in with me I'm a self made milionare Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch and beg the [bleep] to let you sleep in the house, ahh Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate [bleep], I hit em up Verse Four: Kadafi I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease I bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin pleas to 'De Janeiro' Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up? Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the [bleep] is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots [rooster] glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-[wagon] east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Five: Edi Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint [cabbage] but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no mutha[bleep]in joke Thug Life, [racist term]z betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off [racist term] I hit em up Outro: Tupac Now you tell me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us How the [bleep] they gonna be the mob when we always on our job We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna [bleep] with us? You little young [wagon] [bleep]s Don't one of you [racist term]z got sickle cell or somethin? You [bleep]in with me [racist term] you [bleep] around and have a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the [bleep] up, fore you get smacked the [bleep] up That's how we do it on our side Any of you [racist term]z from New York that wanna bring it bring it But we ain't singin, we bringin drama [bleep] you and your mother[bleep]in mama We gonna kill all you [bleep]s Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother[bleep]in opinion Well this how we gonna do this [bleep] Mobb Deep [bleep] Biggie [bleep] Bad Boy as a staff record label and as a mother[bleep]in crew And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy Then [bleep] you too Chino XL, [bleep] you too All you [bleep]s, [bleep] you too (take money) (take money) Alla y'all [bleep]s, [bleep] you die slow [bleep] My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow You [bleep]s can't be us or see us We the mother[bleep]in Thug Life ridahs WEESSSSSSIIIIIDE till we die! Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you [bleep]s We do our job You think you mob, [racist term] we the mother[bleep]in mob Ain't nuttin but killers and the real [racist term]z All you [bleep]s feel us Our [cabbage]'s going triple and four-quadruple (take money) You [racist term]z laugh coz our staff got guns at they [bleep]s belt, you know how it is When we drop records they felt You [racist term]z can't feel it We the realest, [bleep] EM, we Bad Boy killaz! 2pac - Life Goes on To KATO: Chorus How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young [racist term] there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie If I told ya that I never thought of death my [racist term]s we tha last ones left but life goes on..... How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young [racist term] there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie If I told ya that I never thought of death my [racist term]s we tha last ones left but life goes on.... As I bail through tha empty halls breath stinkin' in my draws ring, ring, ring quiet y'all incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting by It's time to burry another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alchol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents do you recall ? raised as G's loc'ed out and blazed the weed get on tha roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me 2' in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin' 'thug till I die' before I passed out but now that your gone i'm in tha zone thinkin' 'I don't wanna die all alone' but now ya gone and all I got left are stinkin' memories I love them [racist term]s to death i'm drinkin' Hennessy while tryin' ta make it last I drink a 5th for that [wagon] when you pass... cause life goes on Chorus How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young [racist term] there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie If I told ya that I never thought of death my [racist term]s we tha last ones left but life goes on.... How many brothas fell victims to tha streetz Rest in peace young [racist term] there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie If I told ya that I never thought of death my [racist term]s we tha last ones left and life goes on.... Yeah [racist term] I got tha word as hell ya blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole imagine life as a convict that's getten' old plus with tha drama we're lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you No true a two while schemeing on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into but now you burried rest [racist term] cause I ain't worried eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days before I say goodbye Kato, we're meant to rest in peace Thug till I die Chorus How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young [racist term] there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie If I told ya that I never thought of death my [racist term] we tha last ones left and life goes on.... How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young [racist term] there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie If I told ya that I never thought of death my [racist term]s we tha last ones left cause life goes on.... Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let tha [garden tools] that I usta know from way before kiss me from my head to my toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of Gin incase I don't get in tell all my people i'm a Ridah nobody cries when we die we outlaws let me ride until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane got police chasen me to my [racist term]s from old blocks from old crews [racist term]s that guided me through back in tha old school pour out some liquor have a toast for tha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while you're gone you left your [racist term] on his own how long we mourn life goes on... Chorus - repeats How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young [racist term] there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie If I told ya that I never thought of death my [racist term]s we tha last ones left but life goes on.... (sung overtop repeating chorus) Life goes on homie gone on, cause they passed away [racist term]s doin' life [racist term]s doin' 50 and 60 years and [cabbage] I feel ya [racist term], trust me I feel ya You know what I mean last year we poured out liquor for ya this year [racist term], life goes on we're gonna clock now get money evade [bleep]es evade tricks give players plenty space and basicaly just represent for you baby next time you see your [racist term]s your gonna be on top [racist term] their gonna be like, 'Goddamn, them [racist term]s came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this [bleep] hey Kato, Mental y'all [racist term]s make sure it's popin' when we get up there don't front. Nas - Shoot 'Em Up [Nas] One 44, two 45's 3 loaded clips, 4 [racist term]s roll, one [racist term] drives 500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should die We shootin every [bleep] outside Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand At the same time everybody ran There that [racist term] go, hiding in the crowd Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground Blood on the floor Then we shot some more [racist term]s he was with 2 [racist term]s hit, one [racist term] fell One tryed to run, go get him son Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail Must handle beef, code of the street Load up the heat, if these [racist term] think they could [bleep] around Real [racist term]s do real things By all means, [racist term]s knowin how we get down.. It goes...... Chorus (4X) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what.. (whispering) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder [Nas] Driving through the roads, Suburban Chevrolet 6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way To get up with my [garden tools], I pull up to they house Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out Ringin the bell, where in the hell Could they be at, I'm about to leave Steppin' slow, where my truck was at Who the [bleep] is that? Could it be a jack? Now pull my strap, it's my man And we have the same plan There them [bleep]es go Civic '94, looking funny though Open up the car door, funny smile [bleep] 2 already, 3rd [wagon] was heavy "Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man. Ready?" Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes Ran through them [garden tools] Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like Can't find my man, heard a blam blam Now I'm wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?" He killed the [garden tools], took all they doe Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky Comin down the stairs Now he wantin mine, reachin for my nine Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time my nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering "Put your gun down, we can skip town" Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat Lift off his chain Took his [cabbage], emptied out close range... Chorus (4X) (3rd time there is no whispering of: "kill kill kill, murder murder muder.) 2pac - Changes Come on come on I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself, "Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?" I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black. My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch. Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a [racist term], he's a hero. Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare. First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers. Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other. "It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said. 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes. Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers. And that's how it's supposed to be. How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids, but things change, and that's the way it is. [bridge w/ changing ad libs] (Come on, come on) That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same. That's just the way it is. aww yeah... [Repeat] I see no changes. All I see is racist faces. Misplaced hate makes disgrace for races we under. I wonder what it takes to make this one better place... let's erase the wasted. Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right. 'Cause mo' black than white is smokin' crack tonight. And only time we chill is when we kill each other. It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other. And although it seems heaven sent, we ain't ready to see a black President, uhh. It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact... the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks. But some things will never change. Try to show another way, but they stayin' in the dope game. Now tell me what's a mother to do? Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you. You gotta operate the easy way. "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way. Sellin' crack to the kids. "I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is. [bridge] [Talking] We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive. And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace? There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East. Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me. And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do. But now I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you. Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp smack you up. You gotta learn to hold ya own. They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone. But tell the cops they can't touch this. I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this. That's the sound of my tune. You say it ain't cool, but mama didn't raise no fool. And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back. 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs. Some buck that I roughed up way back... comin' back after all these years. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat. That's the way it is. uhh [bridge 'til fade] Some things never change. 2pac Ft Dr.Dre - California Love Chorus -- Roger Troutman California...knows how to party. California...knows how to party. In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton. We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! (Dre) Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum, like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb [wagon] hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty. And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin'-machines servin' fiends. I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin' sassoon. Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me diamonds shinin' lookin' like I robbed Liberace. It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin' pay Throw up a finger if ya' feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a. Chorus -- Roger Troutman California....knows how to party California....knows how to party In tha citaaay of LA In tha citaaay of good ol' Watts In tha citaaay of Compton We Keep it Rockin' We Keep it Rockin' (Dre) Yeah, now make it shake! come on! Chorus #2 -- Roger Troutman Shake Shake it baby Shake Shake it, Shake it baby Shake Shake it, Shake it Cali (Shake it Cali) Shake Shake it baby Shake Shake it Shake Shake it mama Shake it Cali (Tupac) Out on bail fresh outta jail California dreamin' Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'. Fiendin' for money and alcohol the life of a west side playa' where cowards die, it's our ball Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die. In L.A. we wearin' chucks not Ballies. (yea, that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do. Flossin' but havin' caution we collide with other crews. Famous because we program worldwide let'em recognize from Longbeach to Roscran Bumpin' and Grindin' like a slow jam it's west side so you know the Row won't bow down to no man. Say what you say but give me that bomb beat from Dre let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! Chorus -- Roger Troutman California.....knows how to party California.....knows how to party In tha Citaaay of LA In tha Citaaay of good ol' Watts In tha City of Compton We keep it Rockin' We Keep it Rockin' (Dre) yeah, yeah now make it shake...uuhhh Chorus #2 -- Roger Troutman (2X) Shake Shake it baby Shake Shake it Shake Shake it mama, Shake it Cali (Shake it Cali) Shake Shake it baby (Shake it Cali) Shake Shake it Shake Shake it mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali (Dre) uh, yeah, uh, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh, yeah Oaktown Oakland definately in tha house (hahaha) Frisko, Frisko (Tupac) hey, you know LA up in this Pasadina, where you at ? yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good (Tupac) even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece baby Sacramento, Sacramento where you at ? yeah (Tupac) Throw it up y'all, throw it up, throw it up! I can't see ya! (California Love!) Let's show these fools how we do it on this west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side (Dre) yeah, That's riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love yeah Chorus -- Roger Troutman California...knows how to party. (Yeah) California...knows how to party. (Where they at ?) In the citaaay of L.A. (South Central, uh) In the citaaay of good ol' Watts (Yeah, yeah!) In the citaaay, the city of Compton. We keep it rockin! We keep'em rockin! Just come on Shake Shake it baby baby baby Shake it Mama, Shake it Mama, Shake it Mama The Richter scale talken about an earthquake on the Richter scale mmmmmoooooooooooiiiiii in the city of Compton, city of Compton Where tha girls shake their booties Shake it Mama, Shake it baby, Shake, Shake it baby Shake Shake it..... 2pac Ft Snoop Doggy Dogg - 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted [snoop] Up out of there [Tupac] (chuckles) Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [snoop] Pump that up G [Tupac] Ahh [cabbage], you done [bleep]ed up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most wanted in the same mother[bleep]in place at the same Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party mother[bleep]in time, hahahahah Y'all [racist term]z about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and the mother[bleep]in condoms Have one on us aight?? Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Verse One: 2Pac, Snoop] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my [bleep]in homey Youse a cold [wagon] [racist term] on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a [racist term]z mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and [cabbage] And put together a million march, for some gangsta [cabbage] So now they got us laced Two multimillionare [bleep]s catchin cases (mmm) [bleep]es get ready for the throwdown, the [cabbage]'s about to go down Uhh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm "Losin My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin [racist term]z be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I got, nuthin but love, for my [racist term]z livin lavish I got a pit named P, she [racist term]rino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya see, this is for the G's and the keys [bleep] Now follow as we riiiiide Mother[bleep] the rest, two of the best from the West side And I can make you famous [racist term]z been dyin for years, so how could they blame us I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin these, mother[bleep]in G's If ya got it better flaunt it, another warrant 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted [Chorus] Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a mother[bleep]in gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it ain't nuthin but a mother[bleep]in gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Verse Two: 2Pac, Snoop] Now give me fifty feet Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets And keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief Better be prepared when you cowards [bleep] wit me I bust and flea, these [racist term]z must be crazy what?? There ain't no mercy [bleep]s who can fade the Thugs (hahah right) You thought it was but it wasn't, now dissapear Bow down in the presence of a boss player It's like cuz, blood, gangbangin Everybody in the party doin dope slangin You got to have papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray Let me tell you about life, and bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz, tryin to do a show a day They wonder how I live, with five shots [racist term]z is hard to kill, on my block Schemes for currency and doe related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin to get up on it My [racist term] Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted 2pac Ft Collins - In The air Tonight Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops [racist term]z is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies feed when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my [racist term]z in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug [racist term] rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my [bleep]s [repeat 2X] I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord I've been waiting for this moment all my life, oh Lord [Young Noble] Now you see him, now you don't, some [racist term]z be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this [bleep], I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview [Tupac] Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a [racist term] so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection [racist term]z hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly [bleep]es All you bustas best to run look at my [bleep]es Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) [repeat 2X] (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly -- and all my [bleep]s/[racist term] can die [repeat 2X] [Kastro] Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March [cabbage] for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, [cabbage]'s deep Turn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup? Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview [Tupac] Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a [bleep] get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us [racist term]z know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world [bleep]es make the world go round Real [racist term]z do they wanna do, [bleep] [racist term]z do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be [repeat 4X with vocal fade] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paul_wilson Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 omg.. if you gonna post 7 lyrics just link to them or something... First and only pixel thinger I made. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryan Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 omg.. if you gonna post 7 lyrics just link to them or something... Or atleast have them be good :roll: Check this out, you * know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you wonderful person made-wagon bad boy wonderful person, deal with it!! That is just awful... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Studentas_Lt Posted November 4, 2005 Author Share Posted November 4, 2005 omg.. if you gonna post 7 lyrics just link to them or something... Or atleast have them be good :roll: Check this out, you * know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you wonderful person made-wagon bad boy wonderful person, deal with it!! That is just awful... It's because censor :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J4K3 Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 omg.. if you gonna post 7 lyrics just link to them or something... You must be stupid :roll: Studdy, another good one is "Fucking with me cuss im a teenager, with a little bit of gold and a pager, searching my car, looking for the product, thinking every niga here's selling narcotics" Cheap Clan Hosting, PM me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peace Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 lol... Hip Hop lyrics aren't really the best for meaningful, 2pac can be, but you chose songs that aren't really meaninful to people who dont listen to Hip-Hop. I can't really think of too many lyrics that really touch me, little snippets get me thinking, but these are rare in Hip-Hop: Swiss: Look what happened to the mother land, they dont wanna treat blacks the same as another man Just because my skins a different colour and i dont change colour, but they call me a coloured man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bubsa Posted November 4, 2005 Share Posted November 4, 2005 omg.. if you gonna post 7 lyrics just link to them or something... Or atleast have them be good :roll: Check this out, you * know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you wonderful person made-wagon bad boy wonderful person, deal with it!! That is just awful... Right, can we not flame someone's musical taste for once? Just for once? Is it too much to ask? Another fav. of mine: Come Sail Away - Styx IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve got to be free, free to face the life thatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s ahead of me On board, IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m the captain, so climb aboard WeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll search for tomorrow on every shore And IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll try, oh lord, IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll try to carry on I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory Some happy, some sad I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had We live happily forever, so the story goes But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold But weÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll try best that we can to carry on A gathering of angels appeared above my head They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said They said come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me Come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies Singing come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me Come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me This is how much you all raised for charity. Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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