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Post by Kale6641 on Aug 16, 2005 23:20:22 GMT -5
This is like the thread I made on the THoG forums. Here we write in our lyrics to the songs we love. I'm going to kick it off with a song called #41. Honestly, it's the most beautiful song I've ever heard. Dave Matthews wrote it about him and a co-worker who were having problems...and...that kinda seems relevant to what's been going on lately with THoG and I...I encourage everyone to download this song.
#41:
Come and see
I swear by now I’m playing time
I against my troubles
I’m coming slow but speeding
Do you wish a dance and while i’m
In the front
The play on time is won
But the difficulty is coming here
I will go in this way
And find my own way out
I wont tell you to stay
But I’m coming to much more
Me
All at once the ghosts come back
Reeling in you now
What if they came down crushing
Remember when I used to play for
All of the loneliness that nobody
Notice now
I’m begging slow I’m coming here
Only waiting I wanted to stay
I wanted to play
I wanted to love you
I’m only this far
And only tomorrow leads my way
I’m coming waltzing back and moving into your head
Please, I wouldnt pass this by
I would take any more than
What sort of man goes by
I will bring water
Why wont you ever be glad
It melts into wonder
I came in praying for you
Why wont you run
In the rain and play
Let the tears splash all over you
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Post by papajewski on Aug 17, 2005 11:07:38 GMT -5
Dirty, Rotten, Filthy, Stinky
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet Cherry Pie
Yeah
Wow
Heh Heh
Well swinging on the front porch
Swinging on the lawn
Swinging where we want
Cause there ain't nobody home
Swingin' to the left and
Swingin' to the right
I think about baseball
I'll swing all night, yeah
Yeah, yeah - huh!
Swingin in the living room
Swingin' in the kitchen
Most folks don't
Cause they're too busy bitchin'
Swingin' in there
Cause she wanted me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter
And she licked the beater
I scream, you scream,
We all scream for her
Don't even try
Cause you can't ignore her
CHORUS
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie
Oh yeah
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Yeah sweet cherry pie
Yeah
Swingin to the drums
Swingin to guitar
Swingin to the bass in the back of my car
Ain't got money, ain't got no gas
Get where were goin if we swing real fast
I scream, you scream,
We all scream for her
Don't even try
Cause you can't ignore her
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie
Oh yeah
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Yeah sweet cherry pie
Yeah
Swing it
All night long
Swing it
Hey, hey, Ow!
I'm a trained professional
Swingin' in the bathroom
Swingin' on the floor
Swingin' so hard
Forgot to lock the door
In walks her daddy
Standin' six foot four
Said, "You ain't gonna swing
with my daughter no more."
CHORUS
Sweet Cherry Pie
Yeah! Huh!
Swing it!
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Post by papajewski on Aug 17, 2005 11:10:11 GMT -5
Cause they're too busy pregnant dogin'
i guess we cant swear?
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Post by raken on Aug 17, 2005 11:17:22 GMT -5
Tha world is mine nigger get back
Dont f**k with my stack the gage is racked
About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherf**kin don
Big fish in a small pond
Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook
but I shook they worm and they hook
Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me
when Iam tipsey
Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi
Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring
We got your woman so pucker up
FO we f**k her up
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got 25 nigger runnin up on ya'll
Fo the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get heart
Nigger rewind my part and....(Bow Down)
(MACK 10)
I take ten steps and I draw
Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood
addition
I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental
The Westside connects with me and south central
And a drag from tha zig zag cant f**k with the
Philly's
Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they
call Billy
Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda
Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola
Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss
My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus
Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene
king-
Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices
So reconize these real G's take the cheese
The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold
D's
Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California
style
But in tha mean while in my town you got to
BOW
--Hook--
Bow Down when you come to my town
Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz
we aint no haters like you
Bow Down to some nigger's that's greater than
you
--End Hook--
(W.C.)
Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a
beanie the shadiest
nigger in the click who want to see me as I slide
my locs on let
my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing
bang run away run
away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double
O to D to the
S.T.A f**k hidin it iam gang related simple and
plain which
means I culd give a f**k about you nigger's in
the rap game
Flashy nigger's get stuck up beat the f**k up when
you come around
keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's
affiliated f**k a
studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk
walk the walk
Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole f**kin
head off
nigger
I'm platium bond so pregnant dog shut up punk all yahh
Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff....
--Hook--
(ICE CUBE)--Spoken
(Yea lemme tell you sumthin)
(gangsta's make the world go round)
(you aint gotta clown)
(But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town)
(Make them other fool's BOW DOWN)
hmm guess you're right
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Post by raken on Aug 17, 2005 11:21:17 GMT -5
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
[Ludacris]
OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
It's not an illusion, we runnin the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over
[Chorus]
[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move
Here I come, here I go
UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my baby child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But i'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus
[Chorus]
[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em
Too bad I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the pills cuz we poppin tonight,
Beat the shit outta security for stoppin' tha fight
I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
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Post by papajewski on Aug 17, 2005 11:23:33 GMT -5
What the fuck y'all niggers thought, huh
What you thinkin' bitch
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid
What the fuck is wrong, it's the Wu bitch
Ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch
Get the fuck back, before we break a f... listen
Tryin' to tell y'all niggers, give ya a fair warnin'
Just a chance to live, to see ya kids
Yo son naw, before I split ya wig
I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat
So now you got to FEEL IT!!
Let me fuck it one more time for y'all
I'ma fuck
You know how we do it in the hood
Yo, yea, turn the mic up
Y'all niggers better rock y'all hoodies
Take money snatch jewelry, in the hood
Find the best woman lookin' good
Ya diamonds need polishin'
In my hood, all the gunshots leave at the same time
We gotta stop killin' our people
Keep it in the hood
Niggerss walk with they gun, keep it in the hood
Thats where we come from
I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta
I know a few murderer drug dealer, in the hood
We speak mathematics and build
Whats a total way of the brain, a law real
Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood
Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects
Dice game in the park, blood senses up the dark
Movin' with the Wesson
Welcome to the ? we bill and drop a lesson
Pussy whore testin', in the hood
Got the word from the hood rat
Shorty on the wood
Ay yo, we boys in the hood
Big bad wolves in the hood
It ain't all good, pass the goods
Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine
Walk with a nine and chill with gang signs
In the hood, niggerss put twenty on Hoopties
Four heads, one 40 OZ and a Lucy
And keep dough on the flip
A hoe on the strip
And roll dick throw on the flip
Weed clouds thick enough they could block the sun
Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun
Far from ya Hollywood
From day one, I vowed I would keep in in the hood
Project whores with hits and slim waists
For five dollar plates apartment Six-Eights
O.G, I spit G to the young ones
I keep it in the hood thats where I come from
This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood
Blink to long ya light is gone, in the hood
Convicts still live with they mom
And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm
In the hood, crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac
In the hood, African's be drivin' past
In the hood, in the streets the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangstas, on the block with cops
In the hood, the ones you love'll fill you with slugs
In the hood, babies born addicted to drugs
In the hood, we make life or death decisions
And the school system is like a minimal prison
So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood, it ain't all good ?
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Post by Kale6641 on Aug 17, 2005 15:38:56 GMT -5
I'm glad that after my awe-inspiring lyrics, we all decided to continue the trend.
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Post by raken on Aug 17, 2005 15:56:13 GMT -5
Well we did it cause of the word filter, "Move pregnant dog" is a good song
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Post by Kale6641 on Aug 17, 2005 16:07:15 GMT -5
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Post by papajewski on Aug 18, 2005 13:44:40 GMT -5
yea, it was funny at the time
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Post by Kale6641 on Aug 18, 2005 13:55:43 GMT -5
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aradorn
Junior Member
Zarg!
Posts: 54
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Post by aradorn on Aug 19, 2005 0:27:24 GMT -5
Don't Stop Me Now - QUEEN
Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world turning inside out yeah!
And floating around in ecstasy
So don’t stop me now don’t stop me
’cause I’m having a good time having a good time
I’m a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I’m a racing car passing by like lady godiva
I’m gonna go go go
There’s no stopping me
I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
Don’t stop me now I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don’t stop me now (’cause I’m havin’ a good time)
Don’t stop me now (yes I’m havin’ a good time)
I don’t want to stop at all
I’m a rocket ship on my way to mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I’m out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode
I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you
Don’t stop me don’t stop me
Don’t stop me hey hey hey!
Don’t stop me don’t stop me ooh ooh ooh (I like it)
Don’t stop me don’t stop me
Have a good time good time
Don’t stop me don’t stop me ah
I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me mister fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you
Don’t stop me now I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don’t stop me now (’cause I’m havin’ a good time)
Don’t stop me now (yes I’m havin’ a good time)
I don’t want to stop at all
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Post by papajewski on Aug 19, 2005 15:38:19 GMT -5
Time on your side that will never end
The most beautiful thing you can ever spend
But you work in a shirt with your nametag on it
Drifting apart like a plate tectonic
It don't matter to me
Cause all I wanted to be
Is a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Too much time spent dragging the past up
I didn't see you not looking when I messed up
Settling down in your early twenties
Sucked more blood than a backstreet dentist
It don't matter to me
Cause all I wanted to be
Is a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Oh my god, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
Great rulers look for greater glory
The only thing growing is our history
Knock me down I'll get right back up again
It comes back stronger than a powered up Pac-Man
It don't matter to me
Cause all I wanted to be
was a million miles from here
Somewhere more familiar
Oh my god, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
Oh my god, I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
And Oh my, god I can't believe it
I've never been this far away from home
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Age
Junior Member
O rly? o_O
Posts: 57
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Post by Age on Oct 30, 2005 20:59:45 GMT -5
Toby Mac - Extreme Days
We're livin' in extreme days
Comin' at ya like a whirlwind
A hundred miles an hour's where we'll begin
I spy the eye of apprehension
Show me risk and you'll get my attention
Come on, can ya take it
Bang to the bip I make ya wanna flip
Take my trip and you can bust your lip
I never fear 'cause I live fearless
Don't even think for a second you can get with this
Come on, I never fake it, come on
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge my elementary
School of hip hop 1979
And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme
Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin
So Mr. Therapist, "Why did I go this direction?"
God had a plan to end all my schemes
I had a dream He said to be ... extreme
[CHORUS]
Just the other day I saw a kid
Who flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lid
You know what else he did?
He stacked books from the floor to ceiling
Said somethin' bout trying to get to heaven
He was only eleven
So he climbed to the top with outstretched arms
And he screamed at the top of his lungs
Move out my way
Give up the mic
"X" to me is extremely Christ
Livin up in me
Like it or not
Put an "X" on my chest
'Cause X marks the spot
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Post by Kale6641 on Oct 30, 2005 21:32:14 GMT -5
There is no reason
For me to carry on
You held me so heavy
You moved me like a pawn
Well since you left my arms
I heard those footsteps go away
I’ve been painting quite a few pictures
Using different shades of gray
Now my heart you’ve been squeezin’
I hate, that it’s someone else you might be pleasing
The winter’s snow is my only season
Get back here now I’m going crazy
Carry on I try
I swear it’s just for you
The fact I may never see you again
Is a thought that’s so hard to chew
I was so locked up, you had the key
You knew me inside out, you knew me
You were my ship, my crew, all I could be
Now I’m a sailor lost at sea
Now my heart you’ve been squeezin’
I hate, that it’s someone else you might be pleasing
The winter’s snow is my only season
Get back here right now love, I think I’m going crazy
Now my heart you’ve been squeezin’
I hate, that it’s someone else you might be pleasing
The winter’s snow is my only season
Get back here now I’m going
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