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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Pom Pom

Black Ballerina

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Don't talk White lights Young girl [?] No wait You freak You look good Chest out Big struts She looks good Let your freak flag fly Pinup girl One-eyed Willie Get self hot Shotgun Billy [?] C-String Sally What the hell If that don't please ya It's just as well C'mon don your doggie collar Bet your bottom dollar C'mon take your bra and panties off Yeah, juicy Belladonna Pardon Mrs. Dolly Parton Condoleezza, turn me on Bet your bottom, Dolly Wrapped in dollars all I gots to spend Black Ballerina, black ballerina Elevators, manufacturers What goes up, must come down [One-Eyed Willy:] Ok Billy, come over here a minute [Shotgun Billy:] Uhh, ok [One-Eyed Willy:] I gotta introduce you to one of me friends [Shotgun Billy:] Uhh, really? [One-Eyed Willy:] I think you're gonna like her Billy [Shotgun Billy:] Ohh, she's a girl? Uhhh I don't know about this... [One-Eyed Willy:] Yes, she's a topless dancer, lad [Shotgun Billy:] What? [One-Eyed Willy:] C'mon now, don't be frightened [C-String Sally:] Hi Billy, how do you like the number one strip club in L.A [Shotgun Billy:] It's ok, I guess... umm... [One-Eyed Willy:] Yeah, that's right... [C-String Sally:] Yeah, I'll take it from here [One-Eyed Willy:] Yes! Yes!!! [Shotgun Billy:] Uhh, I like your areolas, baby [C-String Sally:] Hands off buster, what the fuck was that?! [Shotgun Billy:] Uhh I'm sorry! I'm sorry! [C-String Sally:] What the fuck are you doing, man? C'mon don your doggie collar Bet your bottom dollar C'mon take your bra and panties off Yeah, juicy Belladonna Pardon Mrs. Dolly Parton Condoleezza, turn me on Bet your bottom, Dolly Wrapped in dollars all I gots to spend Elevators, manufacturers What goes up must come down (Black ballerina) Today

I Used To Love H.e.r.

COMMON "Resurrection"
Verse One: I met this girl, when I was ten years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me on the regular, not a church girl she was secular Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park But she was there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her and just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her Verse Two: Now periodically I would see ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence About my people she was teachin me By not preachin to me but speakin to me in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way She probably get her money in L.A. And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit Just havin fun, not worried about anyone And you could tell, by how her titties hung Verse Three: I might've failed to mention that the shit was creative But once the man got you well he altered the native Told her if she got an energetic gimmick That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressin how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop

Song For An Actress

HOODIE ALLEN "Leap Year"
We don't gotta work it out Cause no one gonna tell you where to find me When you, you come looking for me Cause I'll be walking out the door before you know it And you better believe [Verse 1] Kick it with that new girl, eatin my Chipotle Yeah we getting married, I don't care what all them hoes say Rap Zac Efron, all we do is roleplay Screaming dios mio, yeah that must be cause I'm olay All that in a bag of chips, pass the guacamole We just getting started babe imagine what I don't say Every conversation just a chance for me to outwit Do you feel that little spark, outlet, ow shit So I don't need the press, I don't want a interview I'm tryna lay you down, you just tryna Witherspoon Take you somewhere private so that I can get a interview With a vampire that's True Blood up in the room So have you heard the gossip girl I've been doin it since the Mickey Ryan gosslin girl I read a text that you away, come find me She said the party here is getting Blake, Lively [Hook] I don't know but I been told The world outside is, oh so cold (So Cold!) Late at night when you're alone Do you think about me now that I'm gone? When I'm on the road I often dream And think of you (You know I'm thinking of you) Girl, I hope that you do too [Verse 2] Shouts to Roger Ebert, Shouts to Emma Roberts I think that you're a cutie, but I'd rather have your Aunt first Take you to the movies, I can't wait until you're Starburst Put me in a suit and a pair of dirty converse I'm flyer than a mothafucka, pretty with her hair up Bitches wanna play the field, so I just call them Airbud All these rappers talk inside the box like an airduct And I can switch it up and sing, go and get your hands up Every speaker blast, so it's a Witchproject You gone drop up on the people like a Witchproject I be doing it for free until I'm rich, God Bless Ask me how the hell that works and I admit, it's complex Well, not like the magazine, ok well actually I'm Lindsay Lohan cause I swear I'm only acting mean Pay my dues and slap the beat, for everyone responsible Swag coming out of my fucking nostrils, hostel [Hook] I don't know but I been told The world outside is, oh so cold (So Cold!) Late at night when you're alone Do you think about me now that I'm gone? When I'm on the road I often dream And think of you (You know I'm thinking of you) I hope that you do too [Bridge] I-been-all-A-lone They can't bring me down I'm-waiting-by-the-phone Won't you take me out I-know-when-I-am-wrong So I say it now well Hey, I wrote this song for an actress yeah I wrote this song for an actress [Hook] I don't know but I been told The world outside is, oh so cold (So Cold!) Late at night when you're alone Do you think about me now that I'm gone? When I'm on the road I often dream And think of you (You know I'm thinking of you) I hope that you do too Yeah I wrote this song for an actress Hey I wrote this song for an actress

U Should

LL COOL J "10"
Uhh.. yeah Uh-huh.. uh-huh Uhh.. yeah Uh-huh.. [LL Cool J] I'ma make you feel good (uhh) It'll be my pleasure to take you out the hood (yeah) Let you shop 'til you drop Let you pick your own rocks I'ma carry the bags Tell you little things, make you giggle and laugh In the.. strawberry bubblebath The future's bright, baby forget about the past (yeah) Get your toes done (uhh) Sacrifice our love for no one (uh-uh) French perfume Brand new mansion, let you decorate the rooms (hoo) Breakfast in the suite (yeah) Walk hand in hand in the French Riviera streets Make no mistake I'ma get you what you want, girl whatever it takes (yeah) [Chorus: sung + (LL)] You.. should know, how to treat, your girl, playboy (You should know how to treat her) You.. should know, how to treat, your girl, playboy (That's your girl playboy) [LL Cool J] I'ma caress your face (uhh) Give you the keys to your new place Just don't touch my safe (ahaha) That's forbidden fruit, and that would be a waste Which bracelet you want (huh) What shoes you wanna flaunt (huh) You like the Gucci joints Or the Manolo Blahniks cause they ultra sheek Have you lookin like a runway model (uhh) Sippin Perrier your way out of custom bottles Aromatherapy and massages Take you to church baby, teach you who God is (amen) Tell me what you like (uhh) Where you wanna go, we goin there tonight No question I'm the real McCoy You ain't gotta be a pimp if she loves you playboy [Chorus w/ variations] [Bridge: LL ad libs] [LL Cool J] I tease you with the tip (mmm) I'll bite your bottom lip (mmm) Make you climax real quick Over and over again, it's sick Orderin your favorite food (mmm) Incense and candles, I set the mood Tear you up on Playstation 2 You on the phone with your aunt cause I'm lacin you (uhh) Pillow fights in the waterbed, mirrors on the ceiling (yeah) Hot and sweaty, clothes start peeling Why you think the waterfall's in the shower Float with me, the world is ours You a pretty little thing, y'know You keep me hungry, make me wanna get dough That's why I take care of you Most men can't do what I do, y'know [Chorus - repeat 2X] [LL Cool J] Yeah, treat you right baby I'll treat you right, yeah..

When Will They Shoot?

ICE CUBE "The Predator"
'Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots' [Brother J] [repeat 2X] [Ice Cube] God damn, another fuckin payback with a twist Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome Will they do me like Malcolm Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run+ a +Hundred Miles+ But I never run, never will Deal with the devil with my motherfuckin steel - BOOM! Media try to do me But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah Call me nigga, bigger than a spook But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker White man, is somethin I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, yeah They said I could sing like a Jaybird But nigga, don't say the J-word I thought they was buggin cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler without an oven Burnin our black skin Buy my neighborhood - then push the crack in Doin us wrong from the first day And don't understand why a nigga got an AK Callin me an African-American like everything is fair again, shit Devil, you got to get the shit right I'm black Blacker than a trillion midnights +Don't Believe the Hype+ was said in '88 by the great Chuck D, now they're tryin to fuck me '.. with +No Vaseline+ Just a match and a little bit of gasoline..' - HUH! It's a great day for genocide (What's that) That's the day all the niggaz died They killed JFK in '63 So what the fuck you think they'll do to me But I'm the O.G. and I bust back (boom boom) Bust back (Boom boom!) peel a cap (BOOM BOOM!) Gimme room in the fire of the sun Here the mack come, here the black come, watch Jack run! Motherfuckers can't gank me Fuck a devil, fuck a rebel, and a yankee Overrun and put the Presidency After needin that, I'm down wit O.P.P., yeah I met Farrakhan and had dinner And you ask if I'm a five-percenter, well... No, but I go where the brothers go Down with Compton Mosque, Number 54 Made a little dough, still got a sister on my elbow Did Ice Cube sell out You say, 'Hell no!' A black woman is my manager, not in the kitchen So could you please stop bitchin 'Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots' [Brother J] [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. 'But when will they shoot' 'Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots' [Brother J] [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. 'But when will they shoot' .. [automatic gunfire] [Ice Cube] You missed, and didn't hit Da Lench Mob either 'Guerillas in the Mist..' without Jungle Fever But I got the fever for the flava of a cracker Not a Pringle, bust the single, here's my new jingle 'Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots' The KKK has got three-piece suits Using niggaz like turkey shoots My motto is +Treat 'Em Like a Prostitute+ Now if I say no violence, devil, you won't respect mine Fuck the dumb shit - and get my Tec-9 And if they approach us A-ight, a-ight - I bury those cockroaches And if you can't deal with my +Kill at Will+ Here's a new gift to get - try my +Death Certificate+ +Amerikkka's Most+, Amerikkka's burnt - it's like toast Like Jordan, I'm goin coast to coast Dribblin the funk here comes the nigga with the motherfuckin monster dunk, get off me punk! 'Jordan.. watch Jordan, aiyyo yo watch Jordan .. YES!' 'You better eat your Wheaties' [M.J.] 'Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots' [Brother J] [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. 'But when will they shoot' 'Stalkin.. walkin in my big black boots' [Brother J] [Cube] Yeah, yeah.. 'But when will they shoot' [Ice Cube] Darryl Gates got the studio surrounded Cause he don't like the niggaz that I'm down with Motherfucker wanna do us Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis Most got done by a black man's bullet Give a trigger to a nigga and watch him pull it Negro assass-in I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw yo' ass in When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker They use somebody much blacker What I do I called up the Geto Boy(s) crew Cause +My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me+ too Never died, surround my crib and F.O.I. makin sure nobody creep when I sleep Keep a 9 millimeter in my Jeep - PEEP! When I roll, I gots to roll deep Ain't goin out cheap Met the MADD Circle on Cypress Hill cause it's so steep They'll never get me, they'll never hit me Motherfuck that shit J-Dee Now I'm relaxed Grab the St. Ide's brew so I can max Sittin by the window cause it's so fuckin hot and then I heard a shot - boom.

Jane 3

EPMD "Business as Usual"
(Let's take it to the stage sucka) Erick Sermon: It's the E and I'm smokin'. Wild like Tone Loc I'm roastin bakin' MCs the E I'm not jokin' so back up punk slack up. Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up. One by ONE two by TWO three by THREE Yo P... [Parrish: What's Up E.D.?] Pass the Uzi to blow up any wack MC that show up there goes one blast 'im now. [E hold up.] *Don't make me wait-wait* because it might be too late, the punk might escape, and buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and I'm-a catch a bullshit charge, plus trial. It's my thing to swing, your first mistake to bring a duck MC that can't hang. Don't forget, I'm crazy swift. My name is Erick Sermon [yeah, and I'm Parrish Smith] I could act foolish, start blastin'. Ha ha ha ha, now who's laughin'? I'm-a let ya slide, but ya owe me, next time you see me... [...holler like ya know me!] I'm mad... Refrain: (Here's a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x Parrish: My life story I tell straight from the heart. When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start. A young black kid destined for success, no Old Gold, no cocaine, or buddha cess. Straight up hard work. No sleep and no shorts. Brainstormin' with the skills that Pop Duke taught. To keep swingin', yeah, and not to quit. Now I ride the Benz, you ride the dick, with your punk friends, straight up pussy from Punk City, my attitude's fucked up and real shitty. From the backstabbers, yeah my so-called friends, who swim in my pool. When it's time, flex the Benz, around town, windows down at the South Town, Cool J tape or K-Solo Spellbound With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin' Old Gold, Red Bull, hands on my dick and I'm just lampin' with my EK shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man's paid. But of course not, brother can't get his props like for instance, when I cruise up the block in my 560 lampin' on my Metro phone, chrome kit beamin' all off your dome. But like a sucka, yeah, you looked the other way That's how I knew you're on my dick kid, but it's okay. It's normal, relax, your whole head's busted. Caught in the rap skit, ya couldn't be trusted. Cuz my sounds pound from here to Okinowi...{kiss} peace and I'm ouuuutie! Refrain Erick: Stay tuned to this last episode, when I rock the house and the mic explodes. This is not the buckwild style that I be usin', in fact black, it causes {mass confusion} It's a fallout, when sucker MCs and crowds call out my name, oh what a shame I got {fame!} Parrish: I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not wack, and in fact, I'm like Clint Eastwood, 'stead of bullets, rhymes I pack in my flow gun, so son, ya better run, cuz when it comes to hostage and prisoners, we take none. We move wax like kilos ...{scratch} and when my jam hits the streets, the sounds explode. Watch the right hook, duck the death blow jack, I wonder where the E and the P's at... [Can they do it again?] You bet your ass, black. [See you in '91] Until things get the bozack... [I'm mad...] Refrain

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