Common Lyrics
Common Lyrics
"Soul By The Pound Lyrics"
When You Touch Me Lyrics
Intro All I can do is sit and think about The way you used to love me The way you used to hold me And the way you used to touch me And all I want is another moment I'm waiting and I'm ready Touch me Verse 1 Wish I could hold you just for a little while let me I wish I could see you right now but you're so far away it's driving me crazy I'm missing you baby And the way you touch me It's unlike anything I've ever felt before That's how I know I am yours B-section
"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
(repeat 2X, then 4X faster)
I'm as bad bad, as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro, but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef, then you'll get ground ground
Cut up in soul soul, by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down down
Never wore a leash but I get loose
Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss
on how I walk talk and dress, they
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake
Back to our regularly scheduled program, program
I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I want it quiet in here...
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors
I'm tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers
"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
(repeat 4X)
For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male
and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper cause
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black
It's like McDonald's sellin fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R
or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours
"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
(repeat 4X)
It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, t
Intro All I can do is sit and think about The way you used to love me The way you used to hold me And the way you used to touch me And all I want is another moment I'm waiting and I'm ready Touch me Verse 1 Wish I could hold you just for a little while let me I wish I could see you right now but you're so far away it's driving me crazy I'm missing you baby And the way you touch me It's unlike anything I've ever felt before That's how I know I am yours B-section
"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
(repeat 2X, then 4X faster)
I'm as bad bad, as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro, but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef, then you'll get ground ground
Cut up in soul soul, by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down down
Never wore a leash but I get loose
Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss
on how I walk talk and dress, they
Stars & Hearts Lyrics
Pasts mean nothing in the present just, (dreams never) given a chance to be sent. I know one day, the perfect girl will be right here. (Mine has arrived) Came in my life and she's changed it for the better and... Looking in her eyes I feel like looking at stars in dark blue skies. I've been on this world for only what? (17 Years) And its never been so much better than this. Think that you fell from the stars. (Did it hurt?) I would catch you. You are holding my heart. Looking in her
say my life's a messPasts mean nothing in the present just, (dreams never) given a chance to be sent. I know one day, the perfect girl will be right here. (Mine has arrived) Came in my life and she's changed it for the better and... Looking in her eyes I feel like looking at stars in dark blue skies. I've been on this world for only what? (17 Years) And its never been so much better than this. Think that you fell from the stars. (Did it hurt?) I would catch you. You are holding my heart. Looking in her
But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake
Back to our regularly scheduled program, program
I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I want it quiet in here...
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors
I'm tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers
"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
(repeat 4X)
For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male
and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper cause
Zimmer 34 Lyrics
Grau in Grau - die Warteschleife im Hotel und das Hotel. Grau in Grau. In der Halle warten Menschen. Brauchen keine M?nder, keine Augen. Uninteressierte glasige Blicke. Vergeistigt - farbenblind. Betretenes Schweigen. Kein Blick verfolgt mich. Keiner gr??t und kein Gast fr?gt. An der Rezeption gebe ich ?ber eine Tastatur meinen Wunsch ein: Ein graues Zimmer ohne Fr?hst?ck. Ich zahle mit Plastik. Meine Hand entnimmt einem sich ?ffnenden Schubfach einen Schl?ssel. Zimmer 34.<
I got rhymes up the assGrau in Grau - die Warteschleife im Hotel und das Hotel. Grau in Grau. In der Halle warten Menschen. Brauchen keine M?nder, keine Augen. Uninteressierte glasige Blicke. Vergeistigt - farbenblind. Betretenes Schweigen. Kein Blick verfolgt mich. Keiner gr??t und kein Gast fr?gt. An der Rezeption gebe ich ?ber eine Tastatur meinen Wunsch ein: Ein graues Zimmer ohne Fr?hst?ck. Ich zahle mit Plastik. Meine Hand entnimmt einem sich ?ffnenden Schubfach einen Schl?ssel. Zimmer 34.<
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black
It's like McDonald's sellin fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R
or whoever's in Charge, it surely ain't Charles
but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours
"Gimme a pound, thank you man" --> Tim Dog
(repeat 4X)
It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, t
City of Fear Lyrics
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON You scared me when I met you The way you sparkled in the dark I drove around for hours But you never showed your heart You took me in your arms That smelled of oranges and sage You tempted me with glory Until I was your slave Then you took me to the party You said you loved to watch me dance But you took home the latest thing And there was no second chance CHORUS Now your mountain's on fire your river's run dryhen I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff
it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian
and turn off the lights this is the likes of a
ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her
never go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto
Wear em? No, share em? A hoe
I like the girls the girls I share a life with a bro
cause U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations
that holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON You scared me when I met you The way you sparkled in the dark I drove around for hours But you never showed your heart You took me in your arms That smelled of oranges and sage You tempted me with glory Until I was your slave Then you took me to the party You said you loved to watch me dance But you took home the latest thing And there was no second chance CHORUS Now your mountain's on fire your river's run dry
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff
it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian
and turn off the lights this is the likes of a
ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her
never go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto
Wear em? No, share em? A hoe
I like the girls the girls I share a life with a bro
cause U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations
that holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution
"Gimme a pound, thank you man"
"Gimme a pound" (4X)