WHITE ZOMBIE lyrics - Astro-Creep: 2000

El Phantasmo And The Chicken Run Blast-o-Rama

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Yeah! I Penetrate the demons Their teardrops burn away my eyes I love the paper-thin cry of the locust Is there and other way to die Find me another hell And the deathbird ride Yeah - Yeah - Yeah the motherfucker Yeah! I'm down-drifting slowly Going close enough to the sky New world gone slay the devil Can you show me a better way to die Find me another hell And the deathbird ride Yeah - Yeah - Yeah the motherfucker New lovers bang the corpses Eat the rain and don't ask why I am a plague in an 18-wheeler Get behind the wheel I'm gonna drive

Hell Yeah

BLOODHOUND GANG "Hooray For Boobies"
Alright now boys and girls we've got another story for you now! We want to introduce to you another friend of the Bible! Hell yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah If I were God there would be no explicit sex on T.V. Like little Opie eating pie when he made it with Aunt Bea If I were God thou shall not worship false Billy Idols And thou shall add the Book Of Flavor Flav to the Bible Thou shall make fun of Hindus thou shall not make a 'Speed 2' If I were God that's what I'd do Heavens no Hell yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah If I were God I'd get a bunch of slaves to do everything Norwegian lesbians that feed me grapes and know how to sing If I were God thou shall not wear tube socks with Flip-Flops Thou shall sit and thou shall spin thou shall even wife swap Thou shall resist the Olsen Twins, thou shall not cut 'Footloose' If I were God that's what I'd do, Heavens no Hell yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah Hell yeah And when they nail my pimpled ass to the cross I'll tell them I found Jesus that should throw them off He goes by the name Jesus and steals hubcaps from cars Oh Jesus can I borrow your crowbar To pry these God damn nails out they're beginning to hurt Crucified and all I got was this lousy T-shirt 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!' I'll sing as I'm flogged Yeah that's what I would do if I were God So vote for me for Savior and you'll go to Heaven Your lame duck Lord is like Kevin Spacey in 'Seven' With creepy threats of H-E-Double-Hockey-Stick You just can't teach an old God new tricks But would I be a good Messiah with my low self-esteem If I don't believe in myself would that be blasphemy Just sport some crummy 'holier than thou' facade Yeah that's what I would do if I were God

Do My

JAY-Z
[Jay-Z] Turn that motherfucker louder It's the Roc in this motherfucker.. bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh bounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Hook: Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it, fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you still gunnin Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin [Memphis Bleek] Yo I come through, few of my man's, scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hair Black girl ass, let me pour you a glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul while I palm your ass And your man did what? He ain't give you? He cheated with her, I can't diss duke I tell you this though, get with this dude I'll teach you about dough, and show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze wristes, I just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes, just sieze misses You'll never get her back, once you get a yap How you love that? .. How you love that? [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Hook] [Memphis Bleek] Ay yo back woods rollin, rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin, crusin through Manhattan Bleek is chillin, Murda is chillin What more can I say? We still killin em Bags we still dealin em, four wheels, we wheelin them Chicks like I'm feelin him - yeah ma, okay Black jeans and Timberlands give em adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the R-O-C, and we don't stop They don't make a gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top And even if they don't make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, come on [Hook] [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas Get your mind right, ha-ha

Just Like A Negro

JACKYL "When Moonshine And Dynamite Collide"
Huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Yeah Well listen to the music and open up your ears It's breaking down these walls that we built up all these years With time there comes a freedom to open up your mind If you can't see what's going on then man, we must be blind United we became Look around, it ain't the same We won't allow your penetration We're the music generation Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, check it out Now deep inside my soul, well I searched and found the groove Now bonded by the backbeat, we are the ones to prove United we are funky and it's a funky nasty scene All colors run together, washed here in this machine United we became Look around, it ain't the same We won't allow your penetration 'Cause we're the music generation Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, check it out Huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker, huh, huh, huh, huh Well all color, they run together Washed in here this machine, yeah Sometimes I find myself acting (just like a Negro) Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro You know the brothers are the ones that started rock and roll, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, out the door, yeah Sometimes I find myself acting just like a Negro Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The music ties it all together, here we are (here we go) here we go (Out the door) out the door, out the door, out the door Say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Everybody say, huh, huh, huh, huh Motherfucker say, huh, huh, huh, huh Mother

Do My

MEMPHIS BLEEK "The Understanding"
(feat. Jay-Z) [Jay-Z] Turn that motherfucker louder It's the Roc in this motherfucker Bi-otch! Oh yeah, bounce, uh uhbounce Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' Yo I come through, few of my man's Scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes Indian hair, Black girl ass Let me pour you a glass of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul While I palm your ass And your man did what He ain't give you He cheated with her I can't diss duke I tell you this though Get with this dude I'll teach you about dough And show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze bitches Just skeeze bitches Break up happy homes Just seize misses You'll never get her back once you get a yacht How you love that How you love that [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' Ay yo back woods rollin' Rap you can't hold 'em ROC gear matchin' crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin' What more can I say We still killin' em Bags we still dealin' em Four wheels, we wheelin' them Chicks like I'm feelin' him Yeah ma okay Black jeans and Timberlands Give them adrenaline rush Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the R-O-C and we don't stop They don't make a gun that we don't pop Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop What you knew You actin' like the ROC ain't hot Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top And even if they don't make drops that kind I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, come on) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on, come on [Memphis Bleek] Do my ladies run it Fat asses and flat stomachs Throw a hand in the air If it's the year of the woman Or my dogs run it Let 'em know that you're still gunnin' Throw a drink in the air Let 'em know you still thuggin' [Jay-Z] Do my ladies run this motherfucker (Okay) Or do my thugs run this motherfucker (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) Come on, come on It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, we don't stop Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas Get your mind right, ha-ha

Soulsville

Isaac Hayes "Shaft Soundtrack"
Black man, born free, At least that's the way it's supposed to be; The chains that bind him are hard to see, Unless you take this walk with me; The place where he lives, God, he gives them names … The ‘Hood, ‘The Projects, ‘The Ghetto; they are one and the same; And I call it “Soulsville' ah, yeah. Any kind of job is hard to find, That means an increase in the welfare line; The crime rate is rising too, but If you are hungry, what would you do? The rent is two months past due, in a building that's falling apart, Little boy needs a new pair of shoes, and this is only a part of … Soulsville Some of the brothers' got plenty of cash, tricks on the corner is going to see to that, Some like to smoke and some like to blow, some are even strung out on a $50 jones Trying to ditch reality, by getting so, high, Only to find out, that you can never reach the sky, ‘because your roots are in …Soulsville Oh, yes they are. Every Sunday morning, I can hear the church sisters sing “Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Trusting the Lord to make a way, oh yeah; I hope that He hears their prayers, because deep in their souls they believe, Someday He'll put an end to all this misery that we have in …Soulsville All yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hmmmmmmmmm

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