I’d like to ask you to do something
you see, I hate any objections
so die, die for me
I require it, my sexual straggler
cremate yourself for me
it’s easy for you, it’s your heavy duty
don’t let me cry, don’t let me cry
do it with pretty smile
I will hate you tomorrow, just like I hate you today
it is my caddish promise
Chej,
Hej, think, you’ll make me pleasure
it could be Xmas present
so, kill yourself for me
I really, really want it
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, to me do it
I demand your fuckin’ dead body
I’m not an asshole
you can do it for me
I will hate you tomorrow, just like I hate you today
it is my caddish promise
I’ll bring you the death to your home
I’ll introduce her to your mother
I’ll wear white suite, I’ll come with a sack of shit
You got it??!!

My Caddish Promise by Acid Drinkers – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

Eve is gone again
Back to her palace
Back to her island
Eve can smile again
And run ’round the hedges
In the Garden of Eden

Run the way you did before the nightmares
Run just like before the overkill
Run the way you did it’s over darling

Oh, could I be so gentle
Oh, so soft and tender
Oh, and could I forgive
And could I die in my mother’s arms
Like her

Eve’s a child again
Sing her a lullaby
Read to her every night
Eve’s in heaven
Plenty of friends are there
No one the enemy

Run the way you did before the nightmares
Run just like before the overkill
Run the way you did it’s over darling

Oh, could I be so gentle
Oh, so soft and tender
Oh, and could I forgive
And could I die in my mother’s arms
Like her
Like her
Like her

Like her …
Run the way you did before the nightmares
Like her …
Run just like before the overkill
Like her …
Run the way you did it’s over darling
Like her …
Run the way you did before the nightmares
Like her …
Run just like before the overkill
Like her …
Run the way you did it’s over darling

Could I die in my mother’s arms
Like her

Eve by Chantal Kreviazuk – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

Flies are buzzing around my head
Vultures circling the dead
Picking up every last crumb
The big fish eat the little ones
The big fish eat the little ones
Not my problem give me some

You can try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
(x2)

This one’s optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one dropped a payload
Fodder for the animals
Living on an animal farm

If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
(x2)

I’d really like to help you man
I’d really like to help you man…..
Nervous messed up marionette
Floating around on a prison ship

If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
Dinosaurs roaming the earth (x3)

Optimistic by Radiohead – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

Footsteps, I can hear footsteps in the hall

I hear footsteps, seems like I’ve been through this before

Some time has come now, some time has passed

But things still look the same

Is heaven all above, and paradise below

And the questions still remain

Ooh, can we see you?

Ooh, are we near you?

How could you disappear out of here?

I wish for something, I wish you were here

Footsteps, I can hear footsteps in the hall

I hear footsteps, it seems like I’ve been through this before

Well we loved you then, I guess we always will

We love you still from here

Birds of a feather always stay together

And never separate, no fear

Ooh, can we see you?

Ooh, are we near you?

How could you disappear out of here?

I wish for something, I wish for something

I wish you were here, I wish you were here

I wish you well

Footsteps, I can hear footsteps in the hall

I hear footsteps, seems like I’ve been through this before

If all the world was turning blue and gold

Like through your eyes so clear

The time has come to celebrate our past

And crystalize this sphere

Ooh, can we see you?

Ooh, are we near you?

How can you disappear out of here?

I wish for something

Ooh, can we see you?

Ooh, are we near you?

How can you disappear out of here?

I wish for something

I wish you were here, I wish you were here

I wish you well

There will come a day

Oh some day our day will come

Our day will come, our day will come

I Wish You Were Here by Simple Minds – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

Verse 1
I can’t imange life without you by my side
This is love baby
That I’m feelin’ and I’m hopin’ that you’re feelin the same way
Things tend to slip my mind
Like how you like to wine
And dine baby with romantic lights
You mean a lot to me in so many ways
(chorus)
Lately
Have I told you I love you?
Lately
Have I told you you still mean the world to me?
Have I told you I love you?
I’ll be your wishin’ well tell me want baby

Verse 2
Don’t think twice of our love
I say these things because I love you
But its hard to explain and I’m hopin’ that you’re feelin’ the same way
You know that all of my feelins are inside
And verbally
I tend to forget how much I-L-O-V-E-U really means
oohh
(Chorus)
Lately
Have I told you I love you?
Lately
Have I told you, you still mean the world to me?
Lately
Have I told you I love you?
I’ll be your wishin’ well tell me what you want baby

Bridge
Try your hardest to deal
Yes I forgot but you know how I feel
Things slip my mind baby
And thats a fact
Tell me you love me and I’ll tell you-back baby

Chorus till end

Lately by Tyrese – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

(To) (to) (to)

(To the tic)

(To the tic-tic) –> Slick Rick

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Kurupt Young Gotti

Hell yeah

Raw Dawg

You know

You know me

Raw Dawg Assassin

Comin atcha, baby

Cat, kick it in

Kick it in

[ VERSE 1 ]

Pull up…

Soon as I park shit sparks

Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation

Spit sparks till shit’s dark forever

What’s up, homie

Why you walkin up on me?

Postin up in the shade

We can draw or get paid

You ain’t movin not a thing, homeboy

Click em with automatics and automatic toys

Bounce, rock, rollerskatin

Dippin down the streets on platinum Daytons

(Yo, what up?)

I’m just a gee

Oh yeah, that’s me

Don’t forget it

Act like you knew it ‘fore I set it

I put the needle on top of the wax

Before I turn around

And burn everything to the ground

I seen it comin

A fool over to the right gunnin

The homies whistled

We all draw pistols

[ CHORUS ]

Gotta stay in charge

Gotta play my cards

On the grind all day, babe

Oh, gots to get paid

[ VERSE 2 ]

You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit?

Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit

(What you talkin bout?) Everybody’s got questions and shit

(Hey yo, what’s up with…?) Muthafuckas questionin shit

(Shut the fuck up, homie) Worryin bout me and my wife

(My wife) All I wanna do is live my life

(That’s all) Raise up off me, homie

(Yeah) Ease back softly, homie

(Check it out) I’m a gee from the D.P.G.

And no matter what you say, you can’t fuck with me

Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out

Coastin, movin in locomotion

In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin

Spittin, waitin for a shot to get called

The homie spit a plot to us

Then passed the 16-shots to us

Uh-u-uh

Uh-u-uh

Uh-u-uh

[ VERSE 3 ]

I got scams for hundreds of gramms

Me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan

For about a

Whole ki load of some powder

Stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in

>From the front to the back, and packin

Pull the strap and start clappin

I’m about to move a little somethin

A little sumptin-sumpin

For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin

Hit the liquor store, I wanna get paid

A fifth of Hen, then back to the shade

What you got, smoke, loc, let’s blaze up

Let me get a toke, loc, and let’s raise up

Punks stop and get popped when funk pop

I’m worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he’s not

International like [???]

You can feel me

In the real way

[ CHORUS ]

Bitches, get your ride on, on

Kurupt Young Gotti

Raw Dawg

Just get your ride on

Just get your ride on, homie

My nigga Battlecat

Ha-ha

Just get your ride on, homie

(To the tic-tic

And you don’t quit

Hit it)

This is for the riders

Riders

The riders

Hustlers

Hustlers

The hustlers

This is the one, baby!

(Tic-toc)

(Ya) (ya) (ya don’t)

(Ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don’t stop) (stop) (stop)

Bitch

Play My Cards by Kurupt – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

[repeat 3X]

To stick a nigga with — ryde or die

It’s just as easy as — one two three

Geah, to stick a nigga with — ryde or die

[Memphis Bleek]

Aiyyo, aiyyo..

I puts it down for my niggaz with them glocks and things

That make a nigga stop, drop his watch and chain

I’m here now and I quote, get ya pad and take notes

This as easy as it get, better than baggin up dope

Rule one you need a gun, and a box of shells

Ski-mask recommended unless you ready for jail

Keep a knife, in case he get hero and grab the gun

And while you tusslin, use the knife to puncture a lung

Rule two, and every killer knows this one

You throw the drop on a thug better check him for his gun

Cause we all hold heat, we all don’t sleep

We all know rule three, you play, play to keep

Rule four – a team ain’t neccesary but it helps

You probably could stick a bank.. spot, or sum’in else

I’d rather do it myself, and stack my cash

Don’t need nuttin or no one else cause this game don’t last

Nigga.. — one two three

To stick a nigga with — ryde or die

[repeat 3X]

It’s just as easy as — one two three

To stick a nigga with — ryde or die

[Memphis Bleek]

Geah, aiyyo

Aiyyo this one’s for my niggaz who will rob anybody

You know how the game go, long black shotty

I catch you in your Range Ro’, you and your hottie

I’m hungry you ain’t know? I stuck who supplied me

The fifth rule, a bitch could get it too

These streets watch me, so I gotta get at you

I watch y’all, in y’all P-rada and Gucci

You see bleek, camoflauged with a uzi

I take a nice rock that your man might have copped

Or your light pink face Rol’, bitch you ain’t know?

The sixth rule, what we do, we don’t regret it

I don’t make a shorty wifey and, fuck up her credit

Then rule seven come to play, food stamps come today

You ain’t shoppin, I got shit on lay-away

Peep my game and feel my pain

A lot of niggaz gettin wet when Bleek start to rain

Motherfucker.. — one two three

To stick a nigga with — ryde or die

[repeat 3X]

It’s just as easy as — one two three

To stick a nigga with — ryde or die

[Memphis Bleek]

Aiyyo..

Whoever be out shinin then this one’s for you

All that flossin, better take caution top

Cause once you slip, rule eight, facin the fifth

Takin your cake, takin your jewels, takin your bricks

And your wallet with your Amex cards and baby pictures

Ya ID, leave you stuck like, “”Why me?”"

And rule nine, we don’t touch no kids

We after your guardian shit, so pardon the kid

I get grimy, nigga I take ya weed and your blunt

The keys to your V, your rings and your fronts

Now who want what? Tenth rule you still stuck

The game ain’t changed, just I don’t give a fuck nigga

– one two three

– ryde or die

– one two three

[M] Yeah, niggaz know

– ryde or die

[M] How the motherfuckin streets go

– one two three

[M] Coming of Age Records nigga

– ryde or die

[M] The Understanding, hit’n'run for y’all bastards

– one two three

[M] We gettin anybody and everybody who look pretty shinin

– ryde or die

[M] thinkin it’s sweet

– one two three

[M] Like these streets ain’t gon’ getcha

– ryde or die

[M] I take everything MOTHERFUCKER

– one two three

[M] Yeah

– ryde or die

– one two three

– ryde or die

– one two three

– ryde or die

1-2-3 by Memphis Bleek – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

ft. Baby, Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne]
Listen…I’ma hundred percent hussla from my face to my feet
My lifetime cases the street, my dime places the street
Until I wake and see another fuckin day is relief
I pray that he keep, I’m scrappin my knees from chasing this cheese
I had point guard dreams of playin for some team
Hit the block and made NBA money in one week
See I hussle in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
needed someone to manage my money I hired Shelly
But Shelly started talkin to much so she died early
They got me loadin up my Benz with my eyes blurry
I sent the message to the fucker at bout five thirty
Now if the bitch aint got my dice for me then I’m sorry
But i’ma leave everyone who outside bloody
And then I go in the stash get the coke and the cash
I’m lettin niggas score it for half, I’m hopein it last
But still nigga don’t, I might have to just go in the lap
And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask

[Chorus (Lil Wayne)]
Man we got that white girl,
and wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki’s..
Dog who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki’s..
Man who got um? We got that white girl
and wigga talk about uh price to make it right for you
And if you like that alllright then we got what you neeed
And if you like that nasty broad we got them low ki’s..
Playa who got um?

[Juvenile]
I hate when a nigga flex up and he’s makin it sound
As though he been doin that border, but that nigga would drown
My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas
Scared ass niggaz, wont even bust uh grape ass niggaz
I’m talkin to you! so take it how you want ho
I’ve been here for uh minute, so I looked up and you dont move
Ya partnuhs been fuckin wit ya cause they know how you is
Niggas be smackin ya and humpin you and snatchin yo shit
Matter fact get the fuck out my face, befo’ I put you in ya place
I’m one secound from bustin the drapes
Well you can get ya money and all but not ch’ere
Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first of all I dont like ya
I dont know ya, run and get ya gun if you want I’m gon show ya
You one of them niggaz try earning your stripe
Lil daddy I’m one of them niggaz that’ll hit ya at night

[Chorus]

[Baby]
That liquor like dope nigga I gots to have it,
Cook flip the brick with some heavy traffic
Guns gon bust if these niggas be lackin
Cadallac, gold spokes, brick head, and baskets
Overflow this bitch white work gone faster
Tradegy of uh murder case twisted and laughin
In the bentley drop top and Pac is blastin
Hit the hood jumpin the cop, we start the stashin
Bunch of white t-shirts phone calls harrasment
Bought a pot on that shit make it hot and ejectin
He standin on my two feet he purrin “I aint blastin”
Coming up from child hood days about my cashing
Hundred g’s on the trunk of the Escalade Cadi
I never did listen , I never mind my daddy
My brother gave him a game cookin in an ally
4 bricks two guns I’m runnin to my parents

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

White Girl by Juvenile – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

(v. melamrd/j. leo/t. b. schmit)

All of your life

You hold out for love

You give what you have

Still that’s not enough

What went wrong

‘cuz now what we share

Is too many fears

Too many secrets

Too many years denied

Tell me what you dream at night

While you’re sleeping

Tell me what you see at night

When you dream

Is it someone else’s arms that hold you tight

Or darling, is it me

Tell me what you dream at night

While you sleep

Deep in the night

You whispered so low

I lay by your side

I felt so alone, alone

I reached for your arms

You called out a name

It wasn’t my own

It caused me such pain inside

Tell me what you dream at night

While you’re sleeping

Tell me what you see at night

When you dream

Is it someone else’s arms that hold you tight

Or darling is it me

Tell me what you dream at night

While you sleep

Tell Me What You Dream by Timothy B. Schmit – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs

ICE BABY

I SAW YOUR GIRLFRIEND

SHE’S EATING HER FINGERS

LIKE THEY’RE JUST ANOTHER MEAL

SHE WAITS THERE

IN THE LEVEE WASH

MIXING COCKTAILS WITH A PLASTIC TIPPED CIGAR…

MY EYES STICK TO

ALL THOSE SHINY ROBES…WEAR

ON THE PROTEIN DELTA STRIP

IN AN ABANDONED HOUSEBOAT

ILL WAIT THERE, ILL BE WAITING FOREVER…

MINERALS

ICE DEPOSITS DAILY

DROP OFF THE FIRST SHINY ROBE

IVE GOT ALOT OF THINGS I WANT TO SELL YOU

THERE NOT HERE

YOU TOOK IT ALL

EVERYTIME I TURN AROUND I FIND IM SHOT

YOU’RE MY…

SUMMER BABE

Summer Babe (Winter Version) by Pavement – lyrics is a post from: Lyrics for your favorite songs