Kelis Lyrics
Kelis Lyrics
"Radikal Lyrics"
Fool's Overture Lyrics
History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "Too late," the prophets cry The island's sinking, let's take to the sky Called the man a fool, stripped him of his pride Everyone was laughing up until the day he died And though the wound went deep Still he's calling us out of our sleep My friends, we're not alone He waits in silence to
History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "Too late," the prophets cry The island's sinking, let's take to the sky Called the man a fool, stripped him of his pride Everyone was laughing up until the day he died And though the wound went deep Still he's calling us out of our sleep My friends, we're not alone He waits in silence to
[*both talkin*]
Yo, every body get down
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just doin what we've been doin (yeah)
Ya know?, doin us
Niggas wanna hatin and shit (everybody get down)
Theres a lot of money out here, getcha hands on it
Uh uh, Most Wanted
[Boobonic]
Yo, I'm that nigga who you wanna be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only fuck pop stars
Radikal bitches
Tounge pass the pussy
If I fall for a bitch, let me fall dont push me
Hatin ass nigga dont hafta slick sides
Cuz outta look at my chain cause he dont dick ride
Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, niggas fear me
And talk to the song so they bitch dont hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me find out niggas jealous
Hot, yo the best told us that we can get you jealous
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
Taught you the shit you know so why test us
Dont bother me that shit'a break ya neck
This week alone nigga I already ate ya check
Let my check book determine if I'm playin in vein
W
Good Thing Lyrics
I never felt too good but in this world who would I was always thinkin?somethin?wasn't right But then you came along and helped me sing a song and now I feel ok I hope it can stay- this way You know we've got a good thing goin' and I don't wanna see it end You know we've got a good thing goin' and I don't wanna see it end Are these the good days that I've heard so much about- there goes the heartbreak that I can live without I've been so frustrated, bitter, mean, and
hen you niggas Boo it's coolI never felt too good but in this world who would I was always thinkin?somethin?wasn't right But then you came along and helped me sing a song and now I feel ok I hope it can stay- this way You know we've got a good thing goin' and I don't wanna see it end You know we've got a good thing goin' and I don't wanna see it end Are these the good days that I've heard so much about- there goes the heartbreak that I can live without I've been so frustrated, bitter, mean, and
Cause your sayin my name
[Chorus]
Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I live and what I got is what your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you dont know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
[Mr.]
The cops don't wanna see my C-L 6,
They wanna frisk me
And young with this dough I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you wanna kiss me
But dead or me doin a bid you gunna miss me
This aint hate, its too much love cause I'm richer
When I used to push them things, I flip quicker,
Niggas wanna twist cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they little sisters
I hear Most Wanted this (and)
Most Wanted that (uh huh)
Plus Mr. dead broke (what else)
Mr. cant rap
Follow Mr. home with this gun on my lap
And all that frontin for ya
Talking Fishing Blues Lyrics
I went down to the fishing hole, And I set down with my fishing pole; Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake. Huh it was some jump boy, I got sunk, kinda baptized on credit. Fishin' down on th' muddy bank, Felt a pull an' give a big yank, I drug out three old rubber boots, A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop (Nothin' but Junk, so I handed it in For National Defence). Settin' in a boat with a
boys will get ya one in ya backI went down to the fishing hole, And I set down with my fishing pole; Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake. Huh it was some jump boy, I got sunk, kinda baptized on credit. Fishin' down on th' muddy bank, Felt a pull an' give a big yank, I drug out three old rubber boots, A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop (Nothin' but Junk, so I handed it in For National Defence). Settin' in a boat with a
Aint my fault my dough come fast and yours slower
You ass out like winnin a used to go lower
And I'm next to the boat and the cocaine grower
See red when I split ya head like Noah nigga
(Chorus)
[Boobonic]
Leave Mr.!?
A nigga couldn't hand me a price
I catch a bullet for em like my chain at the rice
Spit every last round at a gunfall
A kill you the listener if you come for em
Die for the nigga thats my dog forever
Hoes be like damn why y'all always together
Two things thata never be have is rich and thats you and another ass bitch
[Mr.]
Boobonic dont feed man I'll talk shit for you
Tell you to take cover I'll swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, come back and spit for you
Bring hot heads that make the shit for you
Ride for you homie till our bodies hit the soil
Won't die for you? they got it fucked up
Like chicks that need a perm they click and touched up
Peel off on the bike and p
Highway Man Lyrics
THE HIGHWAYMAN by Alfred Noyes The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding- riding-riding- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with
op the clutch up whatTHE HIGHWAYMAN by Alfred Noyes The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding- riding-riding- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You know.. niggas dont want it man anybody move closer
I'm tellin you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You niggas dont want no beef man
I'm routing for that shit for real
Fuck you niggas man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin
And you niggas didnt experince that.. you know
you niggas didnt experience that man
Y'all dont know what money is man
money is when your bank account is the banks amount muthafucker
You niggas have stash's.. I stash money.. overseas nigga
You dont want none I'm a gangsta
Man I'll take over y'all corners dressed up in a suit
And niggas wanna reach I lean and sharp shoot