Cooling out cooling out
Waiting form my lady got the special sauce that's why she's my baby my baby
My baby
And of course I'll do anything for her anything she wants
It's sure honey sure
Got a sharp mouth a sharp tongue gimme gimme gimme some
Don't take to that gimme gimme none
You got to work desere it earn it to own it
Once you got never ever going to leave it alone don't take wise cracking or
Forgetting never been stood up
She does the stepping
My baby got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
She got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
She got sauce...
That's some funky lemonade you got going there babe
Is it special for me
Did you make it today
I'll always stop by if you like me to
I'll do anything that you could ever want for me to do
A kis for some of this
A smile and it's done
Miss I'm your mister
My sister's your sister
My mother's your mother father's your father
It all started when I kissed her it was love at first sight
Better when it started
I ain't broken hearted but baby
I need some time alone with the crew to do the stupid things that we used to do
Upon this she dropped me
With a frying pan
This is love I'm not gonna leave it
My baby's got sauce
Your baby ain't sweet like mine
My baby's got sauc eand of course as a matter of course she does what she
Wants to cause she's the boss
Please don't tell my friends about the situation
They think I'm on some extended vacation
I don't get out to see my boys anymore
Only time I leave the house is to go to the store for what she wants what she
Wants what she wants me for
What could she want this time
I'm all hers
She ain't even hardly mine
Believe me what she do at night I don't know
I could guess it ain't right
She got me waiting comes in late and I'm trying not to raise my voice
Negotiating it
She'll win the argument
Shouldn't even started it I'm broken hearted I can't be parted
I need a taste
So I count my loss mmmmm
My baby got sauce
Dragonfly (Ziggy Marley)
everybody's worried about time
but i just keep that shit off my mind
people living on twenty four hour clocks
Everybody's worried about time
But I just keep that shit off my mind
People living on twenty four hour clocks
But we're on a ride that never stops
Hey Mister Bee the world change but you remain the same
And I wonder how you'll survive with the environment going down the drain
Hey Miss Dragonfly I see you look at me with your beautiful eyes
You must be wondering what type of creature am I
A dog looked at me and said, Ziggy why can't we trust man
Puss and me get together, so, why can't you all just understand
An old tree stood there silently listening to every word we said
As a tear fell he cried what type of creature is man
I said hey Mister Tree the world change but you remain the same
And I wonder how you survive with the environment going down the drain
Hey Miss Butterfly I see you look at me with your beautiful eyes
You must be wondering what type of creature am I
You must be wondering what type of creature am I
Everybody's worried about time
But I just keep that shit off my mind
People living on twenty four hour clocks
But we're on a ride, yes we're on a ride, we're on a ride that never stops
Hey Mister Bee the world change but you remain the same
And I hope you'll survive while the environment is going down the drain
Hey Miss Dragonfly I see you look at me with your beautiful eyes
You must be wondering what type of creature am I
You must be wondering what type of creature is man
Frankenstein (Overkill)
[INSTRUMENTAL]
The Cheetah Girls Theme (The Cheetah Girls)
Theres a time when we all choose
To either quit or follow through
To just lose faith
Or trust your heart
To somehow lead you through the dark
You're not the only one who's dreamin'
And who needs help to carry on
We might get lonely but we're not alone
[Guitar Solo Intro]
Cause we are sisters
We stand together
We make up one big family though we dont look the same
Our spots are different
Different colors
We make each other stronger
That ain't ever gonna change
We're Cheetah Girls, Cheetah Sisters
Gotta do what we gotta do
Got the brains, got the power and we speak the truth
We're from everywhere around the world
So ya best respect The Cheetah Girls
Dancin, singin from our birth
Workin hard for what we deserve
Trying not to break the rules
Cause mama didnt raise no fools
It may seem we're only dreamin
And we need help to carry on
It's good to know we're not alone
Cause we are sisters (sisters)
We stand together (together)
We make up one big family though we dont look the same
Our spots are different (different)
Different colors (different colors)
We make each other stronger
That ain't ever gonna change
Believe it mister
We're Cheetah Girls, Cheetah Sisters
Someone's always there behind
To catch us if we fall
Cause we are sisters (sisters)
We stand together (whoa)
We make up one big family though we dont look the same
Our spots are different (different)
Different colors (different colors)
We make each other stronger
That ain't ever gonna change
Believe it mister (mister)
We're Cheetah Girls, Cheetah Sisters
Ballad Of A Thin Man (Bob Dylan & The Band)
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody **
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Service Fee (The Waifs)
You broke down my door and let yourself in
Helped yourself to my soul and skin
You ate all you needed and then had the nerve
To thank me for dinner and help yourself to dessert
You helped yourself
I could've charged you a service fee
For all you did to me
I should've charged you a service fee
For all you did to me
You helped yourself
It wasn't very pretty, it wasn't very kid
But I rather go deaf, paralysed or blind
But I lay back, held still by the fear
That you would smash me to pieces
And I'd die here
I carry knifes in my pockets, bullets in my guns
Don't try to chase me I'm not going to run
And don't ever ask me, don't you dare begin
I'm not going to talk about it but god knows
I'm going to sing
God knows I am going to sing about it
No thank you boy I'd rather walk home alone
No thank you sir I'd rather walk home alone
No thank you brother I'd rather walk home alone
No thank you mister I'd rather walk home alone
Hey Mister, That's Me Up On The Jukebox (James Taylor)
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox.
I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
Well, I'll cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad song one,
One more time.
Southern California, that's as blue
As the boy can be,
Blue as the deep blue sea,
Won't you listen to me now.
I need your golden gated cities
Like a hole in the head,
Just like a hole in the head, I'm free.
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox.
I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
Well, I'll cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad song one,
One more time.
I do believe I'm headed home.
Hey mister, can't you see that
I'm as dry as a bone.
I think I'll spend some time alone,
Yes, unless you've found a way
Of squeezing water from a stone.
Let the doctor and the lawyer do
As much as they can.
Let the springtime begin.
Let the boy become a man.
I done wasted too much time
Just to sing you this sad song.
I done been this lonesome picker
A little too long.
Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox.
I'm the one that's singing this sad song.
Well, I'll cry every time
That you slip in one more dime
And let the boy sing the sad song one,
One more time.
I've been spreading myself thin these days,
Don't you know?
Goodbye.
Freankenstein (Twiztid)
Frankenstein!
[Chorus]
I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
Frankenstein!
[Madrox]
So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard
And his brother in this music game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been doing this since '93
10 years in this so called industry
What I see is so many stars ** dick
What we be is something that's truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is only what they provide you with
A song is a song even if you call it a hit
My face is my property, painted up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I have or have not
We come as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little that we've obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my name
But my ever growing family is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of your playa hating**
And you still wanna call me a clone?
[Electricity buzzing]
"We've finally done it..."
[Chorus x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
Frankenstein!
[Monoxide]
People, the panic's kinda wide spread
I'm shedding skins like chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason that the people play me
But they really hate me when my make-up's off
You sound soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you will realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the years who representing for the same fears
You keep hating and disrespecting
Violent J put us up on the grind and said "You gotta keep an axe in your waist at all times, and it's a whole lot of people
that's just looking to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it from withinside."
So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of your very own Frankenstein
[Chorus x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
Frankenstein!
"If it's blown up, you'll see that it's good, and multiplied! Good, but it's.."
Frankenstein
[Syn]
Frankenstein!
[Colton Grundy]
If they're both clones, what the ** am I?
A painted dead body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
** you bitches and all you haters laying on the floor
** what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest
And it's a motha** shame to catch a bullet in your chest
For some shit you said when you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and ** your wealth
And ** with a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my casket and my fan bases
This 40, these nuts, and our painted faces
[Chorus x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
Frankenstein!
DJ's Get No Credit (Big Daddy Kane)
featuring DJ Mister Cee
{Big Daddy Kane:}
Hmm yeah, this sound kinda funky, this sound real funky
I'ma get busy on this, man, with ehm, let's see -
Like 8 bars, then I want you to come in with a scratch -
{DJ Mister Cee:}
What? nah man, we ain't havin that!
Just trip, I'm tired of every record we do
I got to be jiggin-jiggin this, jiggin-jiggin that
You know what I'm saying?
Yo, it's time for me to get busy on the mic by myself
On the solo tip, you know what I'm sayin?
So yo, step back and let me show you how a real DJ rocks
As I kick it like this:
{DJ Mister Cee:}
A DJ gets no damn credit
Don't look at me funny, Kane cause, yeah, I said it
I'm always in the background
Supplyin the sound, but my props is yet to be found
Besides, when you're kickin a rap
The only other people you can see is Scoob and Scrap
So y'all get the girls, okay
But I bet you wasn't gettin skins scratchin for Shante
And the first time a record skips
You catch an attitude and always tryin to flip
Now ain't that a bitch
I swear one of these days I'm gonna pull the power switch
Cause I'm always breakin my neck
10 in the mornin you were sleepin on my sound check
And when it's time for the show
I'm supposed to go (Big Daddy) (hell no)
Am I a man or a machine?
Or just a fat kid who don't supposed to be seen?
Don't you know you wouldn't be so amazin
If I wasn't helpin you out, you black raisin
And you got the nerve and try to complain
Makin a record sayin 'it's hard bein the Kane'
Hmm, but all you gotta do is rap
Try carryin some console cases on your back
Well, I'm through with breakin my neck
Until you learn to show your DJ some respect
Because without me you'd be butt-**
So from now on, spin your own damn records
Now put your weight on that shit here
Yeah (yeah) (x5)
I'm outta here
Burnt Pride (Lateef And Lyrics Born)
Burnt Pride is a crazy thing / But now what does it take to make you feel
me concrete? / I ain't your maitre'd I ain't on pain relief / This ain't
make believe I ain't on no ankle leash / I tried speaking in a rational
manner /Tried to get my point across using regular me(ans) / I even
patterned my delivery / Similarly after something you had said / So that
you would not interpret me differently but / My head's on a tree swing /
Your debt's still lingering / While you erect gates with codes really
nobody knows / I ask, "Why's it always closed?" / I'm told it's my approach
/ Well let's suppose / just for the sole sake of argument that/ despite the
spite and all the ill will you're harboring / that me, Lyrics Born, all
this power that I'm harnessing / That I didn't come in here to no
conquering / That I came in here to do a little bargaining / Grease key
people do some apple polishing / Maybe hail a cab for my local congressman
/ so he can hook me with the landlord in parliament / Then I'll set up a
booth, hand-pick my operatives / Train 'em up, send my squad of garbagemen
/ To spread the good will, all in the environment / and all the false
doctrine and all the carcinogens, but now / I gotta be wise 'bout who I'm
targeting / The key is make the young folks offerings / so that they don't
become adults that are demonstrative / or else my chances of retirement go
spiraling / So then I work my way into their subconsciousness / I tell them
always use caution, now, cautiousness, because / Are you absolutely positive
that you can make it without us and be prosperous? / You need to look at me
and my accomplishments / Hey, I got an idea, let's start a partnership! /
It'll be just like livin' in a Harlequin / And we'll feed our pond fishies
ostriches / we'll feed the starved kiddies self-doubt lozenges / Just
peeling layer after layer off their confidence / until it's one planet us
homogenous / versus one gumball you optimists!! / Burn pride!! Burn
pride!! / Burn pride!! Burn Pride!! / Burnt Pride is a crazy thing / What
does it take to make you feel me concrete? / I ain't your maitre'd, I ain't
on pain relief / this ain't make believe, I ain't on no ankle leash / I
tried speaking in a rational manner / Tried to get my point across using
conventional means / I even patterned my delivery
similarly after something you had said / so that you would not interpret me
differently, but- / My head's on a tree swing / Your debt's still lingering
/ While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows / I ask, "Why's it
always closed?" / I'm told it's my approach / Okay, what's appropriate your
royal holiness? / Shall I fan you with foliage in front of an audience? /
Hi-five Napoleon? / Lo-five a Scorpion? / Then and only then would there
ever be an opening / Well, that's just your big, wet blanket of power / You
weight us down with double-talk until we think we're insane / But if you're
trying to save your pride / You're trying to save your pride / As far as
I'm concerned that shit is going down in flames / With your piddly-ass
riddles / You think I ain't mentally apt / I see you slither 'round my
ankle like I ain't gonna react / No more me nibblin' on a bridle while
you're kickin' my abs / No more "everything's Ore-Ida" when I can't even
stand / No more fiddling with the maps / No more belittling the past / No
more nonsense when my questions is asked / No more concessions for an ego
so fragile / Any self-expression chips away at your castle / Your pride's
your damsel, you built your barricade / I was so careful / I danced around
your insecurities /on your schedule / Ignored all your absurdities / But
all the people / you parody with that dogshit your nurturing / Then you
have the nerve to take certain shit personally / I didn't even speak a
handful and I encroached on your territory / You need therapy there mister
Pharisee / seriously, 'cause apparently your circuitry's terribly damaged /
How 'bout a nice hot kerosene bath / I'll come back / I'll serenade you
with flaming arrows oh serpentine / Your pride needs refurbishing / I'll
extend you that courtesy like- / "Hi, this is Lyrics Born servicing!" /
Burnt Pride!! Burnt Pride!!
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