This section is dedicated to lyrics from funny, cool, or meaningful songs. I don't intend on just putting a bunch of song lyrics on this page, this is more for special songs...and funny ones.

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Baby Got Back

This is up because I know the words and many people have heard me sing it, now they can sing along with me!

Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt
It is so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute, ok?
I mean her butt
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so round
It's just out there
I mean, it's gross
Look, she's just so black

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
Me so horny
Ooh, rub all of that smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz
Well use me, use me cuz you ain't that average groupy

I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She sweat, wet, got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette

I'm tired of magazines
saying flat butt's the only thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back, so

Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back

(LA face with Oakland booty)

I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And ugh, double ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fuck
Til the break of dawn
Baby, I got it goin on
A lot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks like to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

(LA face with the Oakland booty)

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
and tell you that the butt need to go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain't it Miss Thang
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back

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I Belive in a Thing Called Love

What is witht he music video?

Can't explain all these feelings that you're making me feel
My heart's in over-drive and you're behind the steering wheel

Touching you,
Touching me,
Touching you cause you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love,
Just listen to the rythm of my heart,
There's a chance we can make it now,
We'll be rockin' till the sun goes down,
I believe in a thing called love,
oooooooooooooh!
Huh!

I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, everyday,
You got me in a spin but everything is a okay!

Touching you,
Touching me,
Touching you cause you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love,
Just listen to the rythm of my heart,
There's a chance we can make it now,
We'll be rockin' till the sun goes down,
I believe in a thing called love,
oooooooooooooh!
Its on!

Touching you,
Touching me,
Touching you cause you're touching me oooooooooh!

I believe in a thing called love,
Just listen to the rythm of my heart,
There's a chance we can make it now,
We'll be rockin' till the sun goes down,
I believe in a thing called love
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
(*kiss*)

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Sandstorm

Haha, I tricked you! There are no lyrics to sandstorm, it is a techno song. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Sing for the moment - Eminem

Despite being a rap song, Ibelieve this is rather meaningful.


These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...

[Chorus:] Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[Verse #2] Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the fuck can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

[Chorus]

[Verse #3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can


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Skeletor and Beastman - Brandon DiCamillo

Despite being perhaps the sickest song I have ever heard, it still makes me laugh, so I put it here.

BEASTMAN: Who's your daddy?
SKELETOR: You ready?
BEASTMAN: You god damn better believe it.
SKELETOR: Then take your draws off, and work your legs. Open your ass up like a keg. Let me tap it. I must have it. Furry fool, you are mine. I'll drink your ass like wine and when semen pours all over your head you know you must be dead.
BEASTMAN: Skeletor I knew your groove could shake it so damn good. And when you cum on through my hood I'll give you a piece of (something?).
SKELETOR: You furry fool I know, and I will not disagree, but there's one thing we don't like, and it starts with He. Man oh no, I don't know which way to run or turn.
BEASTMAN: (snort) Don't worry Skeletor, your pants on fire, my cock will burn. My cocks on fire…for more dick. You know Skeletor.
SKELETOR: Yes my head is so damn thick like yours. No brain inside, just a lot of fucking fur, and if I rip it off, you'd find a boy and call him 'her', right?
BEASTMAN: No Skeletor, that is not what I'd do. I'd bend you over and shoot…chocolate goo in your asshole. Let me lie.
SKELETOR: Let me tell the truth. Now who are you?
BEASTMAN: I don't know.
SKELETOR: Let's break it true. Now shake your ass, come on Beastman shake your furry fur off.
BEASTMAN: I can't its made of fur.
SKELETOR: Bitch well then whack me off. Grab your hairy palms.
BEASTMAN: Hairy hair indeed. The're hairy as fuck.
SKELETOR: Rake some leaves.
BEASTMAN: Oh whatever you need. Now a (something?) we'll be in jail, but I will rape you master.
SKELETOR: You've never failed. He's always got my ass on his mind, and it is short racked. And when he whacks his weenie he whacks it all night long, and that is that. Now Beastman Beastman what do you know about taking off your clothes, your just a slut from down below in Castle Greyskull. Come on.
BEASTMAN: (snort) Skeletor I shaved my legs for you tonight. And if you see my cock, I hope you don't bite. Rah, Skeletor you made me do some coke. I'm up all night and it's no joke.
SKELETOR: Furry fool, break dance, take off your furry pants, take off your high heels and put them in your ass. Now somebody is tiptoeing and someone just came in. And someone's pretty fat.
BEASTMAN: Beastman's pretty thin. Rah. I've got AIDS. Beastman AIDS. And I will spread it into every good boy and girl today. Watch me give you cum stains in your fucking drawers.
SKELETOR: Beastman watch your mouth, we don't need that language anymore.
BEASTMAN: Ah, Skeletor, don't you want to see me work it now.
SKELETOR: Beastman get over here you are gonna get your ass in plow (?). Now stick your cock inside, like Gradon fucking said.
BEASTMAN: That faggot fucking douchebag only knows how to give head. Two men, in bed, his face is getting red. (Snort) rah, listen to everything I fucking said.
SKELETOR: Beastman, do you, know how.

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We didn't start the fire - Billy Joel

[Billy Joel]

Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe

Rosenbergs, H Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye

Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Maciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc

Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dancron
Dien Bien Phu Falls, Rock Around the Clock

Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland

Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, Bridge On The River Kwai

Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkwether, Homicide, Children of Thalidomide
Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia
Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go

U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Hemingway, Eichman, Stranger in a Strange Land
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion

Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson

Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician sex
J.F.K. blown away, what else do I have to say

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan

Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
Rock and Roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

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What's Your Fantasy - Ludacris (Shawna)

[Ludacris]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
give it to me now, give it to me now

[Shawna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
give it to me now..

[Chorus: Ludacris, then Shawna *2X*]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like in the club we can do it
in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top
Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop
or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
or in back of a classroom
how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon
see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em
and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free
and the tell me what they fantasy
like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the bath tub
with the candle lit you give it up till they go out
or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
cause you know I got sold out
or red carpet dick could just roll out
go 'head and scream you can't hold out
we can do it in the pouring rain
runnin the train when it's hot or cold out
how 'bout in the library on top of books
but you can't be too loud
you wanna make a brother beg for it
give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
we can do it in the white house
tryna make them turn the lights out
champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing
what's my name, what's my name, what's my name
a sauna,
jacuzzi
in the back row at the movie
You can stratch my back and rule me
You can push me or just pull me
on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt
in the garden all in the dirt
Roll around
Georgia Brown
that's the way I like it twerk
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade
on the top of my escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade;
tag team, off the ropes!
On the ocean or in the boat!
Factories or on hundred spokes!
What about up in the candy sto'
that chocolate chocolate make it melt
Whips and chains, handcuffs,
smack a little booty up with my belt
Scream help play my game;
dracula man I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reigns,
school teacher let me get my brains