Dr. Dooom Lyrics
Dr. Dooom Lyrics
"Live Lyrics"
Wernher von Braun Lyrics
And what is it that put America in the forefront of the nuclear nations? And what is it that will make it possible to spend 20 billion dollars of your money to put some clown on the moon? Well, it was good old American know-how, that's what. As provided by good old Americans like Dr. Wernher von Braun. Gather round while I sing you of Wernher von Braun, A man whos
And what is it that put America in the forefront of the nuclear nations? And what is it that will make it possible to spend 20 billion dollars of your money to put some clown on the moon? Well, it was good old American know-how, that's what. As provided by good old Americans like Dr. Wernher von Braun. Gather round while I sing you of Wernher von Braun, A man whos
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
Chorus: x3
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
Verse one:
I heard your CD is wack wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big mouth
I live your ass ?erect? and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hypeman sound like a bitch that switch
Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo
But they trying to see me fuck it I'm a pull up in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson
Dr. Doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a fucking
bomb
Sun goes down night moves in I don't need the pain again Those x-ray eyes It's a fascination All lined up ready to go Fully loaded overflow High heeled mood Let's go for some action Man-u-lip-u-lator it's so easy when heads meet Exploring but nightmares speak Rumors fly Idle speculation (Chorus 1) Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin'
Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off
Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus
In a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us
Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family
We ?roll and amp? G
The fuck y'all talking about
I'm moving a different route
Grab the carbines from under the couch
See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be smiling
Magnum waiting for your ass
Yall gon' see my face, fuck a mask
(evil l
Somewhere Someday Lyrics
Clouds above you Start to pour All of your doubts Rage like a storm And you don't know Who you are anymore Let me help you find What you've been searching for CHORUS: (Somewhere) Somewhere there's a field and a river (Somewhere) You can let your soul run free (Someday) Someday let me be the giver Let me bring you
aughter)Clouds above you Start to pour All of your doubts Rage like a storm And you don't know Who you are anymore Let me help you find What you've been searching for CHORUS: (Somewhere) Somewhere there's a field and a river (Somewhere) You can let your soul run free (Someday) Someday let me be the giver Let me bring you
Chorus: x4
Verse two:
Smearing your mailbox
With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass table I'm ready and able
Going on the roof
When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable
Harass you to move
Leaving ?poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool
While you scream fuck you
I'm a cross the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house
Giving your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front room
Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom
Watching the Mets putting shit on your TV sets
In the shower
You won
High On Love Lyrics
(Jeff Hanna/Kostas) High on love And I ain't comin' down No, I ain't comin' down Don't you know, I'm high on love Since you've come around And I ain't comin' down Took a long time for me to believe But I finally got a reprieve From loneliness, emptiness And wasting my time I got lucky one fine day Heaven must've sent you
't be able to watch a program with remote controls(Jeff Hanna/Kostas) High on love And I ain't comin' down No, I ain't comin' down Don't you know, I'm high on love Since you've come around And I ain't comin' down Took a long time for me to believe But I finally got a reprieve From loneliness, emptiness And wasting my time I got lucky one fine day Heaven must've sent you
For seventy hours check out your sore ribs
The screen is gritty
Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair
Coming up the street
Walking up the main avenue
I'm passing you
With a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you
You looking at me
I'm a start walking behind you
Act like I'm pantomiming you
Talking to police men
Chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white squad car
With binoculars watching you very far
(What's up motherfuckers)
(evil laughter)
Chorus: x4
Is it live, live, live, live, live