Dr Dooom Kool Keith lyrics
Dr Dooom Kool Keith lyrics
"No Chorus Lyrics"
Licis Na Moga Oca Lyrics
Licis na moga oca Isto je mojoj majci Uzasne stvari radio. Rukama golim njenom Nevino mlado srce Iz grudi na zivo vadio. Eh da je bilo pravde andjela Boga Pa da je malo jos pozivela Pa da mi kaze sto sam sudbinu njenu dozivela. Licis na moga oca Nocima padnes pijan Nesvestan, nervozan i grub. Zbog neke druge zene,
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want the Motherfuckin Chorus"
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through
Fuck all the laws..
What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track?
Who posessed you to do that? Who programmed that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo;
makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be me
Y'all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches
What's up you fuckin amateur?
Your engineer'll cue in your bullshit cadence
That shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisself
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck
Big crews don't want it -- y'all get it worse
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first?
I hope your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too, that's your fanbase -- plus your DJ's in the place
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair; when you come off-stage
ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list
ain't gon' be there
A big dissapointment when I rub your asshole with a verbal ointment
Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room
with a security guard
Groupies standin round with they fuckin fac
Lookin like fuckin Homey the Clown
Put that Spring Water down man, you ain't sweatin
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin;
your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bag
Look at these videotapes
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the Planet of the Apes
Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it
where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget when you takin
that high picture for Right On with your ballroom light on
You know the night is kind of special like Lauryn bro
when I escort you to your car, you breakout bastards
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season
after you first started
You try to work hard and you never paid no
like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in Nevada
You fuckin pink maggot; I'll take your mic, you can't have it
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits
That's right, Dr. Dooom
All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with your boys
Hypin your shit up
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack
because they all yes men
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases
Bein your fuckin cheerleaders
I'ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack
That shit don't sound right, your mixdown ain't right
Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off
Stage show's weak.. fuck you
Licis na moga oca Isto je mojoj majci Uzasne stvari radio. Rukama golim njenom Nevino mlado srce Iz grudi na zivo vadio. Eh da je bilo pravde andjela Boga Pa da je malo jos pozivela Pa da mi kaze sto sam sudbinu njenu dozivela. Licis na moga oca Nocima padnes pijan Nesvestan, nervozan i grub. Zbog neke druge zene,
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want the Motherfuckin Chorus"
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through
Fuck all the laws..
What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track?
Who posessed you to do that? Who programmed that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap
Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo;
makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be me
Y'all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches
Cup O' Tea Lyrics
you don't know where im going you ask me where iv'e been you wish you couldn't understand im gonna fight this till the end local girls and you wont see the problem fast its you and me in the end i need em but you left and were not there why do you put me down for who i am and what i do i am just a person trying to live my life just like you you got your fancy sui
you don't know where im going you ask me where iv'e been you wish you couldn't understand im gonna fight this till the end local girls and you wont see the problem fast its you and me in the end i need em but you left and were not there why do you put me down for who i am and what i do i am just a person trying to live my life just like you you got your fancy sui
What's up you fuckin amateur?
Your engineer'll cue in your bullshit cadence
That shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisself
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck
Big crews don't want it -- y'all get it worse
Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first?
I hope your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too, that's your fanbase -- plus your DJ's in the place
I'm about to boo you, let it be fair; when you come off-stage
ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list
ain't gon' be there
A big dissapointment when I rub your asshole with a verbal ointment
Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room
with a security guard
Groupies standin round with they fuckin fac
Nos Larmes Lyrics
ALBUM : ?tre Libre (2003) - *10 (Fr?d?ric Lerner) C'est comme un peu de pluie Qui coule sur nos vies Des traces essentielles Au go?t de sel Loin de nos douleurs d'enfant De ces cris port?s par le vent Doucement elles se dessinent Ces jolies perles fines On a tous au fond des yeux Cet oc?an de bleu Qui d?borde pa
e frowned ALBUM : ?tre Libre (2003) - *10 (Fr?d?ric Lerner) C'est comme un peu de pluie Qui coule sur nos vies Des traces essentielles Au go?t de sel Loin de nos douleurs d'enfant De ces cris port?s par le vent Doucement elles se dessinent Ces jolies perles fines On a tous au fond des yeux Cet oc?an de bleu Qui d?borde pa
Lookin like fuckin Homey the Clown
Put that Spring Water down man, you ain't sweatin
You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin;
your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bag
Look at these videotapes
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the Planet of the Apes
Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it
where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget when you takin
that high picture for Right On with your ballroom light on
You know the night is kind of special like Lauryn bro
when I escort you to your car, you breakout bastards
Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season
after you first started
You try to work hard and you never paid no
Watching Joey Glow Lyrics
WATCHING JOEY GLOW by Steve Goodman Down here in the shelter, we've got everything we need. Mom put up her peach preserves, Pa's got a book to read. Sister knits some bandages, and we turn the lights down low And play some Scrabble, watching Joey glow. At breakfast Mom hands Joe the bread, and he turns it into toast. Last night he
dues WATCHING JOEY GLOW by Steve Goodman Down here in the shelter, we've got everything we need. Mom put up her peach preserves, Pa's got a book to read. Sister knits some bandages, and we turn the lights down low And play some Scrabble, watching Joey glow. At breakfast Mom hands Joe the bread, and he turns it into toast. Last night he
like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in Nevada
You fuckin pink maggot; I'll take your mic, you can't have it
You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits
That's right, Dr. Dooom
All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with your boys
Hypin your shit up
Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack
because they all yes men
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases
Bein your fuckin cheerleaders
I'ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack
That shit don't sound right, your mixdown ain't right
Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off
Stage show's weak.. fuck you