Zespol: Darkseed
Tytul: Be Ever Heard
Stefan Hertrich: Vocals/Guitar
Andi Wecker: Guitar
Thomas Herrmann: Lead Guitar
Rico Galvagno: Bass
Harald Winkler: Drums/Vocals
Zespol: John Cale
Album: Honi Soit
Tytul: Dead Or Alive
Sooner or later she said she'd be my friend
Honest and faithful till the very end
Well enough of that I'm tired of hearing it anyway
She turns and smiles says goodbye in her inimical way
Happy to see her in the back of a magazine
Lying there nude sporting that stupid grin
So get on with it straight on and porno bound
but leave me out of it I'm not that proud
Would've have taken you a long long time
yes it would've taken'you a long long time
Happy to see her in the back of a limousine
Laughing and crying at everything she'd seen
Well enough of that she should have known better anyway
When I told her what I'd seen she was so ashamed
Yes it would have taken me a long long time
well it would've taken me a long long time
The a year from Monday everything I said came true
That's when the D.A. called me he said dead or alive for you
They found her
Dead or alive
I want you dead or alive she said ............(xx times)
Zespol: Lil Wyte
Album: Doubt Me Now
Tytul: Players in da Atmosphere
[DJ Paul talking]
Hypnotize Minds presents
Lil Wyte with Three 6 Mafia
[Chorus]
OOHHHH! It some hoes in here
It must be some players in the atmosphere
I say OOHHHH! It some hoes in here
It must be some players in the atmosphere
Now back da fuck back (un huh)
Back da fuck (un huh) back da fuck back (un huh)
Back da fuck back (un huh)
Now back da fuck back (un huh) back da back (un huh)
Back da fuck back (un huh) back da fuck back (un huh)
[Lil Wyte]
Strolling in the club VIP automatically
First three drinks are free as long as I get the vodka and some green
Walk back to my seat hoes are peeping me constantly
Could it be the fact that I'm Wyte or I fucked off with the three
Watch the pudding hit the flow up and down the pudding go
All around the room there's pudding clubs about to overflow
Holla at La Thunderoe tell him to put off some clothes
Get down to the club it's crunk as fuck I know he'll pull some hoes
Bottles popping everywhere too much dro is in the air
Vision blurry from the crown and club and I don't really care
All I need is another drank and mix there I'll have the bite
XTC and long island iced tea will help a forgetless nite
Damn lil momma super tight and all of her friends are looking bright
All we need is a lil' more x and a hotel room and a bag of lite
A greeny is to living life burning by the laughish layers
I know if I plenty these hoes when ever it comes crowded with some players
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul talking]
Yea Hypnotize Minds we gone keep it gangsta
Represent thugs and thugetts 3-6
[DJ Paul]
Maine I wish I can buy you boys what you really worth
Turn around and sell you what you thank you worth
I be a bail nigga but to ad you wouldn't sell nigga
Cause you a flodgin wants so bad to be a well nigga
You swear on everything you pulled a millionaire lick
Fall up in the club with jewels or prudes and shit
I ain't gotta brag on how much money I got
I make music for rich ass posts and that's that
[Juicy J]
I can make that thang wet like a sponge bob
Wishin that she present I be standing man that's so hard
We got all the haters in the club and they be so large
Baby moma's all over ya boy so they be so hot
I'm nothing like that emcee but the ladies call me Hammerer
When I'm in the Vet they say I'm known to be the Damager
Juicy J the couple hour bangin bangin Standarler
And I don't pump no hoes off up in my rubber like you Scavengers
[Chorus]
[Lil Wyte]
Is there no parkin the club still poppin the party ain't stopping
Juicy got some hoes from North North the toppin
Topless they rockin concerned about yo pockets
Knowin the character poppin they eyes up out they sockets
Watch them they sneaky I compare them to slinkies
Stretch a hoe as far as she can go and she get more pinky
Believe me I done been through it with these hoes
And only 20 years old I see more than that I behold
And ain't got shit for these face pretty faces and straight bodies
That be them bitches actin all ignorant ruining the party
I need a ride or die all on my side that's always down to smoke
When it's time to fuck I want her clothes to beat mines to the floor
Take me by surprise make sure I keep my eyes on the prize
Extra sweet southern style can't wait to get between them thighs
C'mon baby let's go hit the room I know you won't regret
Check all early neath the mattress soakin in a pool of sweat
[Chorus]
Zespol: Nik Kershaw
Tytul: Nobody Knows
You can have it if you want, it's on a plate
With southern fries and a salad dressed
Or, better still, undressed
And she'll come microwaved and hot
Loving all the things you've got
And you will be everything you're not
When she's around
And she'll be made in heaven,
in heaven, they said
That she'll be made in heaven,
forever in your head
You can keep it if you want, or throw it away
She comes free with metallic paint and a three
year warantee
You can pull her on like a pair of jeans or
drink her down like the real thing
And she'll have a mind to call your own
And she won't wait to get you home
To get you home
And she'll be made in heaven,
in heaven, they said
That she'll be made in heaven,
forever in your head
She'll make you fly, she'll take you deep
When she comes walking in your sleep
But they made you a promise they
couldn't keep
When they told you
