Lyrics to Music

Subject: Lyrics to Music Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:18 pm

Z-Ro - Homie, Lover, Friend

(*talking*)
What's up lil' mama, they call me Z-Ro the Crooked
King of Da Ghetto, know I'm saying
You wanna be the queen, let me holla at ya

[Z-Ro]
You want a nigga to touch you where it counts, you can call me up I'm on my way
Since you serious conversation, I listen to what you have to say
This ain't gotta be, about a wam-bam thank you ma'am
I'm not like these other fellas, although I know you think I am
Even though I kick it, with a lot of females
I can honestly tell you, that I ain't got a female
Because I'm fresh out of jail, you prolly think that I just wanna bone
Hit it quit it, then delete your number from my mobile phone
Every man, needs a lady
But I'm not trying to be your husband, only suggesting communication on the daily
I'm usually rude, with a bad attitude
But I'm thinking, you can brighten up my mood
While you roll up my cigarillos, I bring you breakfast in bed
I'm even down to ease your scalp, and calm your head
Just tell me when the laws coming, I ain't trying to end up in the Penn
Cause I'm digging you, and really feeling you should be my homie lover friend

[Hook - 2x]
I'd really, like to get to know you better
Been one deep for a minute, but feel like it been forever
I can be your friend, when you need me
Your lover when you feeling freaky, plus your homie cause I'm down with you for sheezy

[Z-Ro]
Whenever you need to shed tears, let em fall on me
Don't ever be afraid, to call on me
This the way your man leave you hanging, he ain't ready for you
But I ain't ever too busy, to miss some feddy for you
I know what it be feeling like, to be neglected
So when you with Ro you running the show, and please know that you're protected
I'd be lying, if I said I wasn't trying to bump and grind
But that ain't all that's on my mind, it would be fine
To hit the Cinema Six, and catch a flick
Papa Deauxxx for swamp thangs, fettucini and fish
Not a trick, but I love shopping for my lady friend
You could be my one and only, right before the day begin
I could drop you off at home, or you coming with me
The early morning sun, is something to see
Especially aboard a Carnival Cruise ship, you with it then let's get in the wind
Now this is how it is, to be my only homie lover friend

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Just to lay it on the line, I done cheated befo'
I feel like there's some information, that you needed to know
It wasn't about a man, being a man
But how I'm gon try to give somebody the world, and they shit in my hand
We can kick it, but I really don't know what's on your agenda
Are you serious about me, or just another pretender
If I get the feeling fraud, I'ma stop it 'fore it starts
Sense from you, and I felt the full effect of a broken heart
Garunteed, I get you in the bed and it's over with
I crucify the crucial, with that legs on my shoulder shit
Hypnotic, is my afrodesiac
Make me keep on going and going, something like a duracel six pack
Pardon my pornographics, but please pay attention
I been behind the gate for eight, I need a mate
But I'll never disrespect, your legitament to the end
Even if I never ever get the chance, to be your homie lover friend

[Hook - 2x]

Subject: Re: Lyrics to Music Thu Jan 29, 2009 3:22 pm

Ludacris - Area Codes

[Chorus]
I've got hoes (I've got hoes)
In different area codes (area) area codes (codes)
Hoes (hoes...hoes) in different area codes (area) area
codes (codes)

[Ludacris]
Now you thought I was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4?
I'm worldwide,GET act like ya'll know
It's the abominable-hoe man
Glob-trot international postman
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8's, 2-0-2's I send small cities and states
IOU's, 9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5, I'll jump off
the G4, we can meet outside
So control your hormones and keep your drawers on
'Till I close the door and I'm jumpin your bones,
3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (oh), 2-1-5's, 8-0 tree's (oh)
Read your horoscope and eat some horderves
Ten on pump one, these hoes is self serve, 7-5-7,
4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads

Chorus

[Ludacris]
Now everyday is a hoe-ly day, so stop the violence
and put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a hoe today, 5-0-4,
9-7-2's 7-1 tree, watcha gunna do? You checkin' out the
scene, I'm checkin' a hot tonite with perpendicular,
vehicular homicide 3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey)
Too much green, too much fun
I bang cock in Bangkok, can't stop, I turn and hit
the same spot, think not, I'm the thriller in Manilla
slong in Hong Kong, Pimp 'em like Boshop, Magic, Don Juan
Man after a Henny and a coke and a smile, I just pick
up the muthafuckin phone and dial, I got my condums
in a big ass sack, I'm slangin this dick like a New Jack
(biatch)

[Nate Dogg]
Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk? (gangsta walk)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk? (gangsta talk...ohh)
Is it cuz they like my handsome face? (handsome face)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways? (gangsta ways...ohh)
Whatever it is, they love it, and they just won't let me be
I handles my biz, don't rush me (area) just relax and let
me be
free (codes)
Whenever I call (I call), come runnin' 2-1-2 or 2-1-3, you
know
that I ball (I ball), stop frontin' ot I'll call my
substitute freak (hoes)

Chorus

[Ludacris]
Uh, 9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4, Shout out to the 2-0-6, Everbody
in the 8-0-8
Ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4, 3-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-1-8's,
3-3-4, 2-0-5, I
see ya, Uh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0 tree, 8-0-4, 4-0-2,
3-0-1, 9-0-4, 4-0-7,
8-5-0, 7-0-8, 5-0-2, Hoes in different area codes, know
that Southern
Hoes-pitality, Northern Exhoes-ure, Ha-ha, hoe ridin' on
the West Coast
Ya understand what I'm sayin? Uh-uh, hoe-cus pocus, you the
dopest
Uh, hoes to the right, hoes to the left, five hoes this time
WHOO!!!! HOE-NO!!! (**laughin**)
The hip-hop hoeoller-coaster, that's what we on right now
Ha-ha, no need to get all hoes-tile
YEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!!
WHOO!!!! Def Jam Southern Baby, Distubing the peace
Dazaphy-zy, Uncle face, Ludacris, uh, hoes....(**whistlin**)
I'm sweatin like a muthaf.....

Subject: Re: Lyrics to Music Thu Jan 29, 2009 4:47 pm

Dream Theater - Beyond This Life (1999)

"Murder, young girl killed
Desperate shooting at Echoe`s hill
Dreadful ending, killer died
Evidently suicide"

A witness heard a horrifying sound
He ran to find a woman dead and
Lying on the ground

Standing by her was a man
Nervous, shaking, gun in hand
Witness says he tried to help
But he`d turned the weapon on himself

His body fell across that poor young girl
After shouting out in vain
The witness ran to call for assistance
A sad close to a broken love affair

Our deeds have traveled far
What we have been is what we are

She wanted love forever
But he had another plan
He fell into an evil way
She had to let him down
She said "I can`t love a wayward man"

She may have found a reason to forgive
If he had only tried to change
Was their fatal meeting prearranged?

Had a violent struggle taken place?
There was every sign that lead there
Witness found a switchblade on the ground
Was the victim unaware?
They continued to investigate
They found a note in the killer`s pocket
It could have been a suicide letter
Maybe he had lost her love

I feel there`s only one thing left to do
I'd sooner take my life away than live with losing you

Our deeds have traveled far
What we have been is what we are

All that we learn this time
(What we have been is what we are)
Is carried beyond this life.