Hear the drums echoing tonight
Sunday, October 13, 2024
Africa by Toto
Friday, September 27, 2024
In Da Club by 50 Cent
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, there's always drama in the club
Nigga heard I fuck with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: Pros down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll them trees up (roll it!)
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)
In the hood in L.A. they sayin': 50, you hot (huh, uh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York, fo' sho' they'll tell you I'm loco (yeah!)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (huh, uh)
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (whoo!)
Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (huh, uh)
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay!)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, homie, I done came up and I ain't changed (what? What? Yeah!)
And you should love it way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (whoo!)
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
Moved out the hood, now you tryin' to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin' in the club, it's on
I wink my eye at yo' chick, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
They talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told me
'Cause, go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'
Come on, they know where we be (whoo!)
Wednesday, September 11, 2024
You and Me Song by The Wannadies
Always when we fight
'Til everything's forgotten
I know you hate that
Kiss you once or twice
And everything's forgotten
I know you hate that
The week's not yet begun
And everything is quiet
And it's always
You and me, always and forever
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
It was always you and me, always
I try to look impressed
Not very convincing
But you know I love that
'Til we fall asleep
Not very exciting
And we'll always be together
You and me, always and forever
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
It was always you and me, always and forever
You and me, always and forever
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
It was always you and me, always and forever
You and me, always and forever
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Thursday, August 22, 2024
In Hell I'll Be In Good Company by The Dead South
Dead love couldn't go no further
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord, I ain't coming home with you
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
The stage, it smells, tells
Hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree
After I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company
Proud of, and disgusted by her
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord, I ain't coming home with you
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
The stage it smells, tells
Hell's bells, miss-pells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree
After I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company
In Hell, I'll be in good company
Sunday, July 21, 2024
Elephant Gun by Beirut
If I was young, I'd flee this town
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Let's take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around
Let the seasons begin, take the big king down
Let the seasons begin, take the big king down
And it rips through the night
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide
Saturday, June 15, 2024
Don't Let's Start by They Might Be Giants
Don't, don't, don't let's start
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't, don't, don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
You are the cat, you are the phone, you are an animal
The words I'm singing now
Mean nothing more than meow to an animal
Wake up, smell the cat food in your bank account
But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound
Over and overture
N, do I need apostrophe
T, need this torture?
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't, don't, don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
Everybody dies frustrated and sad, and that is beautiful
They want what they're not, and I wish they would stop singing
"Deputy-dog-dog-a-ding-dang-depadepa
Deputy-dog-dog-a-ding-dang-depadepa"
Over and overture
N, do I need apostrophe
T, need this torture?
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you are my precious little girl
But don't, don't, don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
I don't want to live in this world
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you are my precious little girl
But don't, don't, don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
Sunday, June 09, 2024
Living For The City By Stevie Wonder
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong, moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city
And you can bet, he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you'd best believe, she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city
Her skirt is short, but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school, she's got to get up early
Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city
His patience's long, but soon he won't have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
'Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city, yeah
(Living just enough for the city, whoa) Ain't nothin' but the city
(Living just enough for the city, whoa) Everybody, city, yeah
(Living just enough for the city, whoa) Ain't nothin' but the city
(Living just enough for the city, whoa) Living for the city, yeah
(Living just enough, for the city, whoa) The funky, cryin' city
(Living just enough, for the city, whoa) Living for the city
(Living just enough, for the city, whoa) Everybody clap you hand together now
(Living just enough, for the city, whoa) For the city
(Living just enough, for the city, whoa) For the city, yeah, yeah
(Living just enough, for the city, whoa)
(Living just enough, for the city, whoa)
Hey bus driver, I'm getting on that, hold it
Thanks a lot
Wow, New York, just like I pictured it
Skyscrapers and everything
Hey you look, you look hip man
Hey, you wanna make yourself five bucks, man?
Yeah, brother
Look here, run this across the street for me right quick
Okay, run this across the street for me
I didn't know, what?
Gimme your hands up, you punk
I'm just going across the street
Put that leg up, shut your mouth
Hell no, what did I do?
Okay, turn around, turn around
Put your hands behind your back, let's go, lets go
What?
Come on, come on, get in that cell, nigger
God, Lord
He spends the life walking the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried and fought, but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel, nowhere could be much colder
If we don't change, the world will soon be over
Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city