Fugees lyrics
Fugees lyrics
"Cowboys lyrics"
My Dragon Banner lyrics
A few steps ahead is the gate from where I came I was brought here by angels They saw me in sadness and pain My wounds will never heal Every time I walk in my garden of flowers Trying to feel alive again, but I fail Nothing more than a dead leaf I have become Why am I so far away from home The pale faces of my ten feet high statues Are crying tears of blood Their wings are broken and lies scattered in the snow No more I regret my deeds The gods created me this way To hear the thunder before it strikes To dream about things that will happen To be the one you so much hate We hear the voices from the past Their anger s
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: A few steps ahead is the gate from where I came I was brought here by angels They saw me in sadness and pain My wounds will never heal Every time I walk in my garden of flowers Trying to feel alive again, but I fail Nothing more than a dead leaf I have become Why am I so far away from home The pale faces of my ten feet high statues Are crying tears of blood Their wings are broken and lies scattered in the snow No more I regret my deeds The gods created me this way To hear the thunder before it strikes To dream about things that will happen To be the one you so much hate We hear the voices from the past Their anger s
[(CHORUS) CLEF:]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[PACE1:]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[WYCLEF:] Wyclef
[PACE1:] [PACE 1]
[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,
[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.
[WYCLEF:]
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James Character
[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.
[PACE1:]
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF:]
Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[PACE1:]
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the
Ragnarok lyrics
To die, perchance to sin, that's the rub For in that sleep of sin, what, what kingdom may come? What of the limitless sex and violence in the wake of RagNaRok Welcome to the slaughter, what are going to do? What will be your epitaph, when we get done with you? Are you gonna cry for your momma, are you gonna have a good time? Are you gonna be a bohab, when it's your turn to die? It all gets pretty crazy, bedlam all around Anarchy, chaos rule the street, it's a RagNaRok party town! Your head it is a turnin', your brain it is a burnin' As your sanity slips away The final hour's here, now grab yourself a beer
jackpot To die, perchance to sin, that's the rub For in that sleep of sin, what, what kingdom may come? What of the limitless sex and violence in the wake of RagNaRok Welcome to the slaughter, what are going to do? What will be your epitaph, when we get done with you? Are you gonna cry for your momma, are you gonna have a good time? Are you gonna be a bohab, when it's your turn to die? It all gets pretty crazy, bedlam all around Anarchy, chaos rule the street, it's a RagNaRok party town! Your head it is a turnin', your brain it is a burnin' As your sanity slips away The final hour's here, now grab yourself a beer
[WYCLEF:]
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming.
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
[LAURYN:]
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches
We be like noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
[RAH DIGGA:]
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.
[LAURYN:]
Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the barrio
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.
[RAH DIGGA:]
Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
Bu
Jesus Children Of America lyrics
Hello Jesus Jesus children Jesus loves you Jesus children Hello children Jesus loves you of America Are you hearing What He's saying ? Are you feeling What you're praying ? Are you hearing, praying, feeling What you say inside ? You'd better tell Your story fast... And if you lie It will come to pass... Tell me! Tell me holy Holly roller Holly roller Are you standing Are you standing Like a soldier ? Like a soldier ? Waell... Are you standing for everything you talk about ? Holly roller... Sayrnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof.
[LAURYN:]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[RAH DIGGA:]
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
96
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
[CLEF: (Chorus)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[Young Zee:]
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more n***as than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
[PRAZ:]
(You've got to know when to hold them,
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ:]
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"
[Young Zee:]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
[FORTE:]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
[CHORUS: (Clef)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
Hello Jesus Jesus children Jesus loves you Jesus children Hello children Jesus loves you of America Are you hearing What He's saying ? Are you feeling What you're praying ? Are you hearing, praying, feeling What you say inside ? You'd better tell Your story fast... And if you lie It will come to pass... Tell me! Tell me holy Holly roller Holly roller Are you standing Are you standing Like a soldier ? Like a soldier ? Waell... Are you standing for everything you talk about ? Holly roller... Say
[LAURYN:]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[RAH DIGGA:]
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
96
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
[CLEF: (Chorus)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[Young Zee:]
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more n***as than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
[PRAZ:]
(You've got to know when to hold them,
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ:]
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"
[Young Zee:]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
Fool For Love lyrics
Today we will be discussing... Love (I dont think you hear me though) Is there anyone.. (I don't think you hear me though) Is there anyone.. (I don't think you, I don't think you).. anyone...in love? [Hook] I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you Knowin' the shit you do I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you All that shit you took a nigga through I told myself that everything would work out fine (I fucked 'round and hit it) fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time (I fucked 'round and hit it) and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs I'm a motherf
Today we will be discussing... Love (I dont think you hear me though) Is there anyone.. (I don't think you hear me though) Is there anyone.. (I don't think you, I don't think you).. anyone...in love? [Hook] I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you Knowin' the shit you do I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you All that shit you took a nigga through I told myself that everything would work out fine (I fucked 'round and hit it) fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time (I fucked 'round and hit it) and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs I'm a motherf
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
[FORTE:]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
[CHORUS: (Clef)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.