The College Dropout
Kanye West lyrics
Kanye West lyrics
"Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix) (featuring Jay-Z) Lyrics"
Weathered Tomb Lyrics
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping that you'll see. All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company. The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink. I can't... Stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece. You'll love the eyes. Have they always shone so vacantly? The more i show the less you'll want to know. I can't... Stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin. Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping that you'll see. All by myself, I'm alone in such poor company. The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink. I can't... Stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece. You'll love the eyes. Have they always shone so vacantly? The more i show the less you'll want to know. I can't... Stop the insects that are feeding. Pull the needles from beneath my skin. Now I'm on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. It's all
WHOO!
[Hook]
Memph' Bleek always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Beanie Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Kanye track smoke like la-la-la (HOO)
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh)
He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then, hop ya ass out that S-class
Lay back in that Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have
The Pirate Song Lyrics
I want to be a pirate A pirate's life for me All my friends are pirates And sail the B. B. sea I've got a Jolly Roger It's black and white and vast Get out of your Skull and Crossbones And I'll run it up your mast With a yo-ho-ho And a ya-ha-ha And a ye-hee-hee-ho-hum With a yo-ho-ho And a ya-ha-ha And a yum-yum-jum-jum
you in your long-legged lifeI want to be a pirate A pirate's life for me All my friends are pirates And sail the B. B. sea I've got a Jolly Roger It's black and white and vast Get out of your Skull and Crossbones And I'll run it up your mast With a yo-ho-ho And a ya-ha-ha And a ye-hee-hee-ho-hum With a yo-ho-ho And a ya-ha-ha And a yum-yum-jum-jum
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?
[Hook]
To smoke that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek always smoking that la-la-la
It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If you're a ten, chances you're with him
If you're a five, you know you ridin' with them
Sick with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to ubside, his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like reign man - twitchin'
You can't rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!
[Hook]
Still smokin that la-la-la
Memph' Bleek still smokin that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Verse Three: Kanye West]
She playin she hate when I'm name droppin
So when I talk rap, she gon' change topics
But I got a plan B that's planned out, for when things don't pan out
Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother
So you ta
Arrival Lyrics
"That must be it" Through the summer rain of 1845 The coach had finally arrived To the valley where the crossroads meet below And where all darkness seems to grow People blame it on the Hill The hill where no one dares to go... The Mansion The coach had stopped and from the window you could see 7 horsemen in the night Miriam Natias and Jonathan LaFey Saw the magic in their eyes They were in for a surprise The darkness would soon be complete A horseman came forth from the dark <
ke the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe?"That must be it" Through the summer rain of 1845 The coach had finally arrived To the valley where the crossroads meet below And where all darkness seems to grow People blame it on the Hill The hill where no one dares to go... The Mansion The coach had stopped and from the window you could see 7 horsemen in the night Miriam Natias and Jonathan LaFey Saw the magic in their eyes They were in for a surprise The darkness would soon be complete A horseman came forth from the dark <
Then I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the group
I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em with their demo
Help 'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals
And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my credentials
And she - grabbed my pants, felt the potential
And I - rubbed 'bout every essential
That have fun breakin her fundamentals
Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millenium
Has finally stopped drivin that blue Millenium
And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney
and Remi and weed, 'til she higher than Hilliam
[Hook]
If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la
Memphis Bleek always smokin that la-la-la
Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five
It's the R.O.C. bitch, sing our lullaby
C'mon!
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
WHOA, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight, mami