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    50 Cent feat. Nate Dogg
    21 Questions

    [50 Cent]
    New York City!
    You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
    You gotta love it...
    I just wanna chill and twist a lot
    Catch suns in my 7-45
    You drive me crazy shorty I
    Need to see you and feel you next to me
    I provide everything you need and I
    Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
    Got some questions that I got to ask and I
    Hope you can come up with the answers babe

    [Nate Dogg]
    Girl...It's easy to love me now
    Would you love me if I was down and out?
    Would you still have love for me?
    Girl...It's easy to love me now
    Would you love me if I was down and out?
    Would you still have love for me?
    Girl...

    [50 Cent]
    If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?
    If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
    If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
    Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
    If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like
    some of my friends?
    If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
    If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
    I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
    I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
    If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
    would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?
    And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
    If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
    Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
    And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

    [Nate Dogg]
    Girl...It's easy to love me now
    Would you love me if I was down and out?
    Would you still have love for me?
    Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)
    Would you love me if I was down and out?
    Would you still have love for me?
    Girl...

    [50 Cent]
    Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
    Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
    Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
    Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing
    Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
    I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
    If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
    I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
    If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
    And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
    Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
    How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
    And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
    I love you like a fat kid love cake
    You know my style I say anything to make you smile

    [Nate Dogg]
    Girl...It's easy to love me now
    Would you love me if I was down and out?
    Would you still have love for me?
    Girl...It's easy to love me now
    Would you love me if I was down and out?
    Would you still have love for me?
    Girl...

    Could you love me in a Bentley?
    Could you love me on a bus?
    I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
    Could you love me in a Bentley?
    Could you love me on a bus?
    I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us




    Check this out... :wink:

    LR plz post some of your classics...
    "Blockheads never learn, Clever learn by his own mistakes, Intelligents learn by mistakes of others."

  • #2
    Originally posted by Sandman
    LR plz post some of your classics...
    By which you mean... what, "classical"? Most classical doesn't have lyrics. The music speaks for itself, something that simply isn't true for rap.

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    • #3
      oohh yeah right LR... then BeGees or what kind of music you listen to....
      "Blockheads never learn, Clever learn by his own mistakes, Intelligents learn by mistakes of others."

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Sandman
        oohh yeah right LR... then BeGees or what kind of music you listen to....
        I believe I mentioned in the Hip Hop thread as well as right in this one, that I like classical. Among other things.

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        • #5
          Speaking of songs...

          http://www.sweet-music.com/Merchant4...e=CATH-MBD2-CS

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          • #6
            Sandman, for additional examples of my musical taste, check the links in the posts by me here and here.

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            • #7
              You tell 'em LR, point 'em to the right threads... your the vetrain to this place.. so its only fitting you do the tours :grin:
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              • #8
                Self Esteem (S.M.A.S.H.)

                I wrote her off for the tenth time today
                And practiced all the things I would say
                But she came over
                I lost my nerve
                I took her back and made her dessert

                Now I know I'm being used
                That's okay man cause I like the abuse
                I know she's playing with me
                That's okay cause I got no self esteem

                We make plans to go out at night
                I wait till 2 then I turn out the light
                All this rejection's got me so low
                If she keeps it up I just might tell her no

                When she's saying that she wants only me
                Then I wonder why she sleeps with my friends
                When she's saying that I'm like a disease
                Then I wonder how much more I can spend

                Well I guess I should speak up for myself
                But I really think it's better this way
                The more you suffer
                The more it shows you really care
                Right? Yeah yeah yeah

                Now I'll relate this little bit
                That happens more than I'd like to admit
                Late at night she knocks on my door
                Drunk again and looking to score
                Now I know I should say no
                But that's kind of hard when she's ready to go
                I may be dumb
                But I'm not a dweeb
                I'm just a sucker with no self esteem
                Deftones

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                • #9
                  Good job livin' through it - by myself

                  Sorry, no lyrics written yet.
                  JM

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                  • #10
                    ok LR
                    "Blockheads never learn, Clever learn by his own mistakes, Intelligents learn by mistakes of others."

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                    • #11
                      :lol: Seemann, thats like, one of my favorate Offspring songs!

                      Nice one man :grin:
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                      • #12
                        Dell the funky homosapien says...........




                        Clint Eastwood


                        I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
                        I got sunshine, in a bag
                        I'm useless, but not for long
                        The future is coming on
                        I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
                        I got sunshine, in a bag
                        I'm useless, but not for long
                        The future is coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on


                        Yeah... Ha Ha!
                        Finally someone let me out of my cage
                        Now, time for me is nothing cos I'm counting no age
                        Now I couldn't be there
                        Now you shouldn't be scared
                        I'm good at repairs
                        And I'm under each snare
                        Intangible
                        Bet you didn't think so I command you to
                        Panoramic view
                        Look I'll make it all manageable
                        Pick and choose
                        Sit and lose
                        All you different crews
                        Chicks and dudes
                        Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
                        Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
                        Like you lit the fuse
                        You think it's fictional
                        Mystical? Maybe
                        Spiritual
                        Hearable
                        What appears in you is a clearer view cos you're too crazy
                        Lifeless
                        To know the definition for what life is
                        Priceless
                        For you because I put you on the hype shit
                        You like it?
                        Gunsmokin' righteous with one token
                        Psychic among those
                        Possess you with one go

                        I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
                        I got sunshine, in a bag
                        I'm useless,but not for long
                        The future is coming on
                        I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
                        I got sunshine, in a bag
                        I'm useless, but not for long
                        The future is coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on

                        The essence the basics
                        Without it you make it
                        Allow me to make this
                        Child, like in nature
                        Rhythm
                        You have it or you don't that's a fallacy
                        I'm in them
                        Every sprouting tree
                        Every child apiece
                        Every cloud you see
                        You see with your eyes
                        I see destruction and demise
                        Corruption in disguise
                        From this fuckin' enterprise
                        Now I'm sucking to your lies
                        Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides
                        with me as a guide
                        But y'all can see me now cos you don't see with your eye
                        You perceive with your mind
                        That's the inner
                        So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor
                        With a few rhymes so mother fuckers
                        Remember where the thought is
                        I brought all this
                        So you can survive when law is lawless
                        Feelings, sensations that you thought were dead
                        No squealing, remember
                        (that it's all in your head)

                        I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
                        I got sunshine, in a bag
                        I'm useless, but not for long
                        The future is coming on
                        I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
                        I got sunshine, in a bag
                        I'm useless, but not for long
                        My future is coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        My future is coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        My future is coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        My future is coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        My future is coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        My future is coming on
                        It's coming on
                        It's coming on
                        My future








                        Dis is one example of truly worthwile rap, Its a shame theres not much more like it.
                        Never let LaughingRat shave your testicles with a rusty serrated knife.

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                        • #13
                          Of course theres allways the Transplants !






                          Diamonds and Guns.


                          bars cut off and sendin me home
                          Taken more shots than Carl Malone
                          Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed
                          Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?
                          Who gonna find them when the time comes?
                          Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns

                          [chorus:]
                          it's a wicked world that we live in it's cruel
                          and unforgiving
                          it's a wicked world that we live in it's cruel
                          and unforgiving

                          Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's Mommasan,
                          Lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run
                          Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
                          And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?
                          Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
                          Smoked it all up, and now you got none
                          And now you look around and that's not the plan
                          This is not what you had in mind

                          I shot in heaven, now I cry
                          No one lives forever, in fact we all die
                          From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
                          To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks

                          Every last soul must pay the last toll
                          In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
                          Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
                          The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?
                          Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm livin'
                          And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
                          It's a wicked world we live in

                          I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, heart is what I'm rippin' out
                          I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' out
                          Pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
                          Gat to your face with the fuckin' bullets stickin' out
                          Missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
                          84 I'm crazy Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
                          Rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
                          any color at my belt and ouch while theyre clippin out
                          Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
                          2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
                          Listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out

                          [chorus]

                          representin no doubt
                          2002 baby transplants
                          Never let LaughingRat shave your testicles with a rusty serrated knife.

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                          • #14
                            AC/DC

                            Hells Bells

                            I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
                            I'm comin' on like a hurricane
                            My lightning's flashing across the sky
                            You're only young but you're gonna die

                            I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
                            Nobody's putting up a fight
                            I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
                            I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

                            CHORUS:
                            Hell's Bells
                            Yeah, Hell's Bells
                            You got me ringing Hell's Bells
                            My temperature's high, Hell's Bells

                            I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
                            If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
                            See my white light flashing as I split the night
                            'Cause if [God's | good's] on the left,
                            then I'm stickin' to the right

                            I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
                            Nobody's puttin' up a fight
                            I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
                            I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

                            CHORUS

                            yeow
                            Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you
                            Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now
                            Hell's Bells, the temperature's high
                            Hell's Bells, across the sky
                            Hell's Bells, they're takin' you down
                            Hell's Bells, they're draggin' you around
                            Hell's Bells, gonna split the night
                            Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight, yeah

                            Ow, ow, ow, ow

                            Led Zeppelin

                            Stairway to Heaven

                            There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
                            And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
                            When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
                            With a word she can get what she came for.
                            Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

                            There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
                            'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
                            In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
                            Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
                            Ooh, it makes me wonder,
                            Ooh, it makes me wonder.

                            There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
                            And my spirit is crying for leaving.
                            In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
                            And the voices of those who standing looking.
                            Ooh, it makes me wonder,
                            Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

                            And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
                            Then the piper will lead us to reason.
                            And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
                            And the forests will echo with laughter.

                            If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
                            It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
                            Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
                            There's still time to change the road you're on.
                            And it makes me wonder.

                            Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
                            The piper's calling you to join him,
                            Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
                            Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

                            And as we wind on down the road
                            Our shadows taller than our soul.
                            There walks a lady we all know
                            Who shines white light and wants to show
                            How everything still turns to gold.
                            And if you listen very hard
                            The tune will come to you at last.
                            When all are one and one is all
                            To be a rock and not to roll.

                            And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

                            Black Sabbath

                            War Pigs

                            Generals gathered in their masses
                            just like witches at black masses
                            evil minds that plot destruction
                            sorcerers of death's construction
                            in the fields the bodies burning as the war machine keeps turning
                            death and hatred to mankind
                            poisoning their brainwashed minds... Oh lord yeah!

                            Politicians hide themselves away
                            they only started the war
                            Why should they go out to fight?
                            They leave that role to the poor

                            Time will tell on their power minds
                            Making war just for fun
                            Treating people just like pawns in chess
                            Wait 'till their judgment day comes, yeah!

                            Now in darkness, world stops turning
                            as the war machine keeps burning
                            No more war pigs of the power
                            Hand of god has struck the hour
                            Day of judgment, god is calling on their knees, the war pigs crawling
                            Begging mercy for their sins
                            Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
                            ALL RIGHT NOW!

                            Rage Against The Machine

                            Know Your Enemy

                            Born with insight and a raised fist
                            A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
                            As we move into '92
                            Still in a room without a view
                            Ya got to know
                            Ya got to know
                            That when I say go, go, go
                            Amp up and amplify
                            Defy
                            I'm a brother with a furious mind
                            Action must be taken
                            We don't need the key
                            We'll break in

                            Something must be done
                            About vengeance, a badge and a gun
                            'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
                            I was born to rage against 'em

                            Fist in ya face, in the place
                            And I'll drop the style clearly
                            Know your enemy
                            Word is born
                            Fight the war, fuck the norm
                            Now I got no patience
                            So sick of complacence
                            With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
                            Mind of a revolutionary
                            So clear the lane
                            The finger to the land of the chains
                            What? The land of the free?
                            Whoever told you that is your enemy?

                            Now something must be done
                            About vengeance, a badge and a gun
                            'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
                            I was born to rage against 'em

                            Now action must be taken
                            We don't need the key
                            We'll break in

                            I've got no patience now
                            So sick of complacence now
                            I've got no patience now
                            So sick of complacence now
                            Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
                            Time has come to pay...
                            Know your enemy!

                            Yes I know my enemies
                            They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
                            Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
                            Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
                            All of which are American dreams (8 times)

                            Metallica

                            Wherever I May Roam

                            And the road becomes my bride
                            I have stripped of all but pride
                            So in her I do confide
                            And she keeps me satisfied
                            Gives me all I need

                            ...And with dust in throat I crave
                            Only knowledge will I save
                            To the game you stay a slave
                            Rover wanderer
                            Nomad vagabond
                            Call me what you will

                            But I'll take my time anywhere
                            Free to speak my mind anywhere
                            And I'll redefine anywhere
                            Anywhere I may roam
                            Where I lay my head is home

                            ...And the earth becomes my throne
                            I adapt to the unknown
                            Under wandering stars I've grown
                            By myself but not alone
                            I ask no one

                            ...And my ties are severed clean
                            The less I have the more I gain
                            Off the beaten path I reign
                            Rover wanderer
                            Nomad vagabond
                            Call me what you will

                            But I'll take my time anywhere
                            I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
                            And I'll never mind anywhere
                            Anywhere I may roam
                            Where I lay my head is home

                            But I'll take my time anywhere
                            Free to speak my mind
                            And I'll take my find anywhere
                            Anywhere I may roam
                            Where I lay my head is home

                            Carved upon my stone
                            My body lie, but still I roam
                            Wherever I may roam

                            Queen

                            Bohemian Rhapsody

                            Is this the real life?
                            Is this just fantasy?
                            Caught in a landslide
                            No escape from reality
                            Open your eyes
                            Look up to the skies and see
                            I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
                            Because I'm easy come, easy go
                            A little high, little low
                            Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

                            Mama, just killed a man
                            Put a gun against his head
                            Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
                            Mama, life had just begun
                            But now I've gone and thrown it all away
                            Mama, ooo
                            Didn't mean to make you cry
                            If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
                            Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

                            Too late, my time has come
                            Sends shivers down my spine
                            Body's aching all the time
                            Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
                            Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
                            Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
                            I don't want to die
                            I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

                            I see a little silhouetto of a man
                            Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
                            Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
                            Gallileo, Gallileo,
                            Gallileo, Gallileo,
                            Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

                            But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
                            He's just a poor boy from a poor family
                            Spare him his life from this monstrosity
                            Easy come easy go - will you let me go
                            Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
                            Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
                            Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
                            Will not let you go - let me go (never)
                            Never let you go - let me go
                            Never let me go - ooo
                            No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
                            Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
                            Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
                            for me
                            for me

                            So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
                            So you think you can love me and leave me to die
                            Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
                            Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

                            Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
                            Nothing really matters
                            Anyone can see
                            Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

                            Anyway the wind blows...

                            Tool <--- Some of the best lyrics of rock bands today.

                            Schism

                            Schism

                            I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
                            Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
                            Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
                            Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
                            The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
                            We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

                            I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
                            No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
                            Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
                            To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

                            The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
                            And the circling is worth it.
                            Finding beauty in the dissonance.

                            There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
                            Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
                            I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
                            Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

                            Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
                            Sense of compassion
                            Between supposed lovers/brothers

                            Tool

                            Lateralus

                            Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
                            red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
                            lets me see.
                            As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
                            drawn beyond the lines of reason.
                            Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

                            Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
                            Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
                            Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

                            Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
                            red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
                            lets me see there is so much more
                            and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
                            As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
                            drawn outside the lines of reason.
                            Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

                            Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
                            Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

                            Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
                            Reaching out to embrace the random.
                            Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

                            I embrace my desire to
                            feel the rhythm, to feel connected
                            enough to step aside and weep like a widow
                            to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
                            to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
                            to swing on the spiral
                            of our divinity and still be a human.

                            With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
                            between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
                            I feel it move across my skin.
                            I'm reaching up and reaching out,
                            I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
                            And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
                            We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

                            Spiral out. Keep going, going...

                            I recommend reading this page, http://toolshed.down.net/lyrics/latmaster.html, it has their newest CD's lyrics. Some of the stuff is pure genius, and their music matches the unique lyrics.
                            The only constant is change.
                            (And I wouldn't have it any other way.)

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                            • #15
                              Dork, I don't EVER want to hear you complain about how long someone's post is, ever again.

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