MXPX LYRICS - Correct Me If I'm Wrong

"Correct Me If I'm Wrong"



Did you forget what's important in you life?

Somewhat confused, everthing is going wrong

Do you regret the decisions that you've made?

I don't expect a second chance to come along

You already found the book

with all the answers to all your questions

so take a closer look

You're in the turn land and I'm the intersection

Did you forget when you wakled out of my room

to turn off the light and say goodnight

your answer's coming soon

I will admit in the end I'll be O. K.

I think it safe to say, you don't know

If we're better off this way

Please don't forget how to laugh out loud

And be proud of yourself

I know you'll do what's right for you

THE GAME LYRICS - Spanglish

"Spanglish"



[Intro]

[Hynas laughing]



[The Game]

Buenos dias maricones

Vamonos!



[The Game]

Picture me stuck inside this mind of a loco matador

Bout' to comit suicide behind that project door.

La vida loca, mi familia, esta coca

dony fuck around with no snitchmayates,

I got they bitch ass in check the Cuete en tu cabeza

A spanish made better come and clean

the fuckin' mess up

Gangsta, it ain't about where you from its where you wear your gun

(Ay Vienen Dispara)

Let'em come

See i never told Dre I was disconnected

(Viva Mexico)

And get your ribs dissected

Es muy pandillero en mi blanco camaro

Feel these buck shots to your souls with these sparose

The devil con permizo diablo

You saw the Lamborghini up, escapo, Pablo

Get them from Durango send them to Chicago

The ese's dont fuck with niggas see i know



[Chorus x2]

Voy a vivir Aqui

Voy a nacer Aqui

Hasta la muerte

Hasta la muerte



Mi amor



[The Game]

Ven aqui mami, pass a nigga a Corona

Yo soy El Rey de fuckin' California

(Eres Juego)

Tu eres muy bonita, te extrano my Senorita

Me is the negro Vicente Fernandez

Mi Cuarenta Y Cinco, I need you to understand this

California aint' no coutry for old men

Muy grande, sangre, ridin' on chrome rims

Translation the sound of Deuce Deuce's

Mirando en la esquina, St Luces

Im bout' to lose it holmes, Espera

Escribo Los Angeles en mi cara

Time to bring back my old Impala

Keep the 40 in the dash for them Eric Estrada's

Tu got pajaros then holla'

Cause we pitch white balls like...



[Chorus x2]

Voy a vivir Aqui

Voy a nacer Aqui

Hasta la muerte

Hasta la muerte



Mi amor



[Hyna]

Estupido, pendejo

Idiota, te odio

Porque no me quisistes?



[The Game]

You know I Love you

I aint' goin know where



[Hyna]

Pendejo, estupido olvidate de mi

Porque no me quisistes?



[The Game]

Thats not what i said



[Hyna]

Te odio

Pendejo, estupido



[The Game]

Te extrano



[Hyna]

Perro, inbecil



[The Game]

This is my city, I'm the California what New York is to Diddy and Compton is mi casa

Adios mijos, mi pecho frio

Drug deala fo life, take me to da kilos

Muy mota mixed with the coca

Spanish stand in ridin' shotgun, she loca

(Callate la boca)

She's my "El Pollo Loca"

And the day I die she kno to bury me en roja



[Chorus x2]

Voy a vivir Aqui

Voy A nacer Aqui

Hasta la muerte

Hasta la muerte



Mi amor

CHAMILLIONAIRE LYRICS - Mixtape Murder

"Mixtape Murder"



[Intro]

Uh, mixtape murderer

Talkn bout murder



Yeah, they say they need part 6 but look at how i light up the city

It's that boy Chamilli, many say that they don't feel me

But they don't want it really, nothin gon move but the money

You know I know the drilly, my reality be showin like Flava Flav or Diddy

She got some back and some tittes, and man it's such a pity

She think I give her my hustle just cuz the fact she pretty

Really busy, chasin scrillies and countin all my millies

I'm really all about scrilly, and I mean that sincerely

Just like that VIC single, the game is gettin silly

But so much cheese is stackin like sandwiches in philly

Runnin around for the millies, I think I'm gettin dizzy

I'm notorious at doin it bigger like I'm Biggie

Join my fan club, you a hater, bring some backup

Let my lac up, and hit the switch and it ill back up

They can't stand em, make Bill O'reilly have a tantrum

Bet the grands come and if I'm on it, it's an anthem

Get the grand son and give a million to my grandson

Yeah we have fun, but told the chick that she can have none

I heard Plies say that he will never buy a Phantom

I make 28's fit on the ish, you better ask em

I attatch em, I love the dolla's I romance em

I just cash em, no homo but my money handsome

An assassin, be killin the mic with a passion

I just smash em, then I head right back to my mansion

They just actin, but real is my only reaction

Shoes on my whip, that's where haters jack their fashion

Swagga jackin, i'm swagga'd up you swagga-lackin

Swagga pass em, my swagga on inspite of lappin

Tell em don't listen, if you hate the way my flow is flippin

Still tippin, wheels glisten, my vouge's are swang and clickin

Brain n bullet equals pain, who wanna do addition?

Pop the clip in, get to trippin, you thinkin that I'm slippin

Believa, always an over achiever

Take a breather, your paper little just like ceaser

Have a seat bra, I make that hater have a seizure

When they see the number of coats that's on my Beamer

Lift the dough up and on her feet is where I leave her

Then I proceed to gettin my dough up like a Keebla

I don't need her, be Livin Single like Kadeeja

I won't even go send a cab to go retrieve her

Hustle been deadly before Fred ever met Betty

Spree-wellin like Latrelly on Spinners and Perellis

That was back before Nelly was ever seen singin on the telly

I been grindin gettin feti, underground Makavelli

My dictionary is missin, so what is competition?

Think he dissin, he ain't likin how much my pinky glisten

I ain't trippin I ain't missin, that diamond let it glisten

Pop my trunk up and the sign is readin, I'm gon fishin

JUST JACK LYRICS - Deep Thrills

"Deep Thrills"



I'm pushing out into the blueness

A soul soothing silence

Helping me to get through this

I'm floating breathless

Calmer that a Buddhist

In the newness

Of a world untouched by

Human hands

It's undiscovered civilisations in uncharted lands

I'm diving deeper to ocean floors afar

A landscape so alien

It's like you're on Mars

Anemones and coral

Iridescent in the half light

As shoals of fish catch the tide

And drift out of sight



[CHORUS]



Tell me what you're waiting for

What's keeping you here

Step into the blueness

Let nothing interfere

You never know

You may like the deep thrill

So why not stay a while if

You've got time to kill



Fluid motions in the weightlessness

Well it's all forgotten worries

And long gone stress

A million miles from mean streets like this

Now we drink black coffee in downtown Atlantis

Washed clean of the grime and the city sins

The only sharks you'll find down here have fins

You're under threat no longer

So close your eyes

and we can navigate by sonar

Into dark depths where evolution stands still

And submarine winds

Blow through the silent chill

You're introduced to the deep thrill

So why not stay awhile if

You've got time to kill



[CHORUS]



I'm pushing out into the blueness

I'm pushing out into the blueness

GHOSTFACE KILLAH LYRICS - Saturday Nite

"Saturday Nite"



[Ghostface]

Yo..

Saturday night, Uptown

Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken

What's poppin kid? We in the mix

It's chilly 40 below

Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's

Blowin my hand, rub on my nose

Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans

Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots

Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 pictures

One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs

You asked the wrong guy son

I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. Coles

Flew in two days ago to see his fam'

But we been watchin you, crazily

The whole Staten Island shittin on you

Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley

Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up

Not trunk today, still lookin fly, still slammed up hung

Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace

Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat'

You dealin with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin you

Make me wanna lick shots at you

You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun

Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be

Hands behind your back, spread your legs

Just found a roach in your tray

It's not mine fucker, what I said

You met the 13th nigga

A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo

Where in the Hell's the RZA?

He's sellin mics, wildest joints

Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point

Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out

on how po' live, hatin plus harassin the kid

Park the truck in the double face garage

Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega

Reel flashin me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News

NAACP committees.. [abruptly ends]

MURDER BY DEATH LYRICS - White Noise

"White Noise"



Meet me in the valley

See me pass on the street

You'll find me in the garden

Trampled flowers 'neath my feet



The oceans'll seethe

And have no reprieve

For the weak

And the damned

The creatures of the sea

Will make homes

Of the bones

That drift endlessly

(As far as the eye can see)



Meet me in the valley

See me pass on the street

You'll find me in the garden

Trampled flowers 'neath my feet



The mountains sink into the earth

And amidst the crumbling dirt

The stragglers clutch their young

As if there's something to be done



Or will it be just

Just this

Just

White noise, white light in the deep



Will they record

The descending of the hoarde

With a black box that contains

The echoes, the shouts, the strains

Of the last



Or will it be just

Just this

Just

White noise, white light in the deep



Meet me in the valley

See me pass on the street

You'll find me in the garden

Trampled flowers 'neath my feet

You've heard the stories of me

You know what I can do

I take the ember's of man's anger

And there's nothing I can't spin them into

You hear me whisper to you

I see you recognize my face

A familiar pulse

Calling out from the empty spaces

"Meet me in the valley"

RUN DMC LYRICS - Darryl And Joe (Krush-Groove 3)

"Darryl And Joe (Krush-Groove 3)"



[Run] Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one

Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run

[DMC] And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want to see

An emcee (like D) inside the place (to be)

[both] And have you heard that he is third and his name is Jay

[Run] I'm Run the A

[DMC] D the Deuce

[both] and Jay's the Tre'



[Jam Master Jay cuts]



[Run]

I'm the rapper of the year and this the year of the rap

And I'm never drinkin beer, it's champagne at the tap

And I'm cold makin money on a regular basis

Pullin out, knockin sucker MC faces

Travel round the world with my mind at ease

No Calvin Klein, just wearin Lee's

Got credit in countries I've never been

cause the records I write are in the top ten

The top of the chart, is where I stay

but I also chill, around the way

In Hollis, Queeens, is where I stop

On the streets with the beats is where I walk



[D. M.C.]

When I perform, many hearts I warm

I'm better known, as the Quiet Storm

I don't talk too much but I got beef

When I kill MC's, I cause grief

Devestating mic control is my main goal

My name is Darryl, and his name is (Joe)

The Master of music his name is Jay

Leave us alone, and let us play

We give it up, and turn it loose

We're not like Dr. Seuss or Mother Goose

Sucker MC's like punks who are picking flowers

Go for yours, WE WENT FOR OURS!



[Jam Master Jay cuts]



[both] Start at 3, end at 6

Jam Master Jay is on the mix

[DMC] For all the young ladies

[Run] and all the chicks

[DMC] We got all of the girls

[Run] on our tips

[DMC] Don't buy gold lighters

[Run] only Bic's

[DMC] Rock all microphones

[Run] just for kicks



[D. M.C.]

Sucker MC's I will be snuffin

In my pocket I'll keep on stuffin

When I say I'll beat em up I won't be bluffin

They can't beef cause that ain't nothin

But it don't matter, my pocket gets fatter

I got more hats than the Mad Hatter



[Run]

Well I'm the rapper with the mic, drive a Caddy not a bike

Drop a rhyme in your face, and you'll damn sure like

He's an MC with the rhyme know the day and the time

Never ever goin low, cause he only climb

(And Jay's the DJ with the) cut (move your arm) and your butt

So D take the mic, huh hah



[D. M.C.]

Say what? I will not stop, I will not quit

Because some at the top but I'm on the tip

That's as high on the top as you can get

And you best believe, I'll be on it

So before you decide, to try me out

I'm gonna let you all know what I'm all about

I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way

to be an MC with the most to say

And to all those out there, that don't know me

I go by the name of D. M. C.

In the place to be, I will MC

The Master of the Ceremony cause it's easy to D

Control of the mic, is so devestating

that all other rappers you will soon be hating

No matter what race, creed or color

when we pull forward things don't get duller!



[Jam Master Jay cuts for the rest of the song]