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Listen Keke Palmer Doing The Jerk in Heels


Lyrics

All Messed Up (The Donna's)

Well i must have had too many diet cokes
'Cause i'm laughing at all your pathetic jokes
You gotta stop spinning my head around
you turn me inside out and uspide down
now i'm all mess up
i dont know what to do
'cause i'm all messed up
all messed up on you
(all messed up on you [X2] )
You know i didn't mean to get so addicted
it's just like Miss Cleo predicted
All i wanna do is call you on the phone
you got me higher than the ozone
Now i just can't get you outta my head
why dont you just get in my bed
when i first saw you on your big wheels
boy you know you had me head over heels

One Thing (Amelie)

[Intro:]
Knock, knock, knock, oh
Knock, knock, knock, oh
Knock, knock, knock, oh
Knock, knock, knock

[Verse One:]
Oh, been trying to let it go
Trying to keep my eyes closed
Trying to keep it just like before
The times we never even thought to speak
Don't wanna tell you what it is
Oh wee it felt so serious
Got me thinking just too much
I wanna set it off, but

[Chorus:]
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin (you did)
This 1 thing my soul may be feeling
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh
It's this 1 thing that caught me slippin
It's this 1 thing I want to admit it
This 1 thing and I was so with it
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh

[Verse Two:]
Hey, we don't know each other well
So what? I keep thinking to myself
Memories just keep ringing bells
Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh
Hear voices I don't want to understand
My car keys are jingling in my hand
My high heels are clicking towards your door.
Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh

[Chorus:]
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin (you did)
This 1 thing my soul may be feeling
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh
It's this 1 thing that's caught me slippin
It's this 1 thing I want to admit it
This 1 thing and I was so with it
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh

[Bridge:]
Maybe I just can't believe it
It's this one thing you did oh oh
I can't deny, tired of trying
Open up the door, but just keep on seeing you
I'm hoping you can keep a secret
For me, for me, for me
But what you did, yeah

[Chorus:]
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin (you did)
This 1 thing my soul may be feeling
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh
It's this 1 thing that's caught me slippin
It's this 1 thing I want to admit it
This 1 thing and I was so with it
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh

Oh oh oh [4 times]

Knock, knock, knock, oh
Oh
Knock, knock, knock, oh
Knock, knock, knock, oh
Knock, knock, knock, oh
Knock, knock, knock

[Chorus:]
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin (you did)
This 1 thing my soul may be feeling
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh
It's this 1 thing that's caught me slippin
It's this 1 thing I want to admit it
This 1 thing and I was so with it
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh

[Chorus:]
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin (you did)
This 1 thing my soul may be feeling
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh
It's this 1 thing that's caught me slippin
It's this 1 thing I want to admit it
This 1 thing and I was so with it
It's this 1 thing you did oh oh

Oh oh, Oh oh

It Gets Me Every Time (John Michael Montgomery)

(Wade Kirby/Butch Baker/Thom McHugh)

A short red dress don't turn my head
At least that's true unless it's you that's wearin' it
Glamour girls, high heels and pearls
They're a dime a dozen in this world

But let me tell you
When I see you I go crazy
There's just something about you baby
Can't help myself you drive me out of my mind
Can't explain there's no use tryin'
Plain as day there's no denyin'
What you've got, it gets me every time

Don't want no part of no fancy car
All I need's a way to get me where you are
Some folks dream of the finer things
But I dream of you 'cause there's nothin' finer to me

Let me tell you
When I see you I go crazy
There's just something about you baby
Can't help myself you drive me out of my mind
Can't explain there's no use tryin'
Plain as day there's no denyin'
What you've got, it gets me every time

There's a lot of things that can tempt a man to fall
But girl to me they don't mean nothin' at all

No no no no
Let me tell you
When I see you I go crazy
There's just something about you baby
Can't help myself you drive me out of my mind
Can't explain there's no use tryin'
Plain as day there's no denyin'
What you've got, it gets me every time
Yeah, what you've got, it gets me every time
Girl, what you've got, it gets me every time

Sword of Chrom (Battleroar)

Quenched in a mound of snow
Double edged slayer of steel
Brazen skulls of sacred Elks
Horned cross guards, leather wrapped hilt

Metal masters
Ancient bladesmiths
Stole the secrets
Giants beheld
Realms of legend
Where the ice dwells
There was crafted
Mighty father's sword

Oh, Suffer no guilt,
Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!

Gleaming kingdoms he commands
Roaring lions on his banners
Savage pleasures, burning pain
But always there remained
the discipline of steel!

Gladiator,
Seaside raider
Mercenary,
thief and killer
Sworn to tread
Hyborian empires
Under the heels
Of his sandaled feet

Oh, Suffer no guilt,
Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!

Kneel to the sword of Crom!

Oh, Suffer no guilt,
Ye who wield this in the name of Crom!
Suffer no guilt, he who wields thee
In the name of Crom!

Ghetto Like (Masta Ace)

(Masta Ace)
its tha bass
in yo face

Yo yo yo
YEAH!!!
1,2 1,2 uh thousand
M.A, uh it dont stop uh
it dont stop uh
yeah another one nigga wat!
Another one

[Verse 1]
M.A, I ride these tracks wit no pedels
and hold medels, since I was born i've been so ghetto
I grew up in the projects called Howitt
and if you ran from a fight, you was a coward, and got devoured
Since then, aint much change as far as I go
Accept that, I dont eat pork and I do Tybo
Still ghetto like old sneakers an new strings
or a little baby with a chain, and a few rings
I'm ghetto like a Lucy Newport
I'm ghetto like smokin' weed, drivin' through Oakland pumpin' Too $hort
A long with a few quatres, and a six-pack of St.I'z
Tha same guyz that always get high, off what you bought
I'm ghetto like turning your channels with a pair of pylers
Alotta cats claim that they ghetto, but they're liars
It's plain to see, I'm so ghetto as I claim to be
whos got as much ghetto game as me, Nobody!!

[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
Yes I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
when I'm Ghetto like...you

[Verse 2]
Every night on my block police question the theifs
I'm ghetto like finding a bottle, and catchin bees
I'm ghetto like rockin do-rag in a new jag
with NO licence and NO registration,NO hesatation
I'm ghetto like 4 chicken wings and french fries
and still wanna freestyle on the bench with the guyz
I'm ghetto like red kool-aid with madd sugar
I'm ghetto like my 3 niggas Smurf,Poonchy and Boogar
I still go back on the block to see friends
and ghetto like a benz with a spare, and 3 rims
I'm ghetto like medicade, I went to school in the ghetto and I still gotta better grade
there's a whole lotta chedder made, people are soo broke
I'm ghetto like taking a shower with no soap
An from the heart this the way it gotta be
You can take me outta it, but cant take it outta me
Hear me out

[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
yes I'm Ghetto like...you

[Verse 3]
I'm ghetto like a big blonde weieve and some lee press-ons
and ruker park with high heels and a new dress on
I'm ghetto like them chicks that hate kobe's white feonsay
I wanna try to fight her, Brandy and Bionsay
I'm ghetto like them bitches who boost minx and a griddle
YO! I'm more ghetto than a crab end on merdole
I'm ghetto like goin' to the grammys in a Va'lore
try the dress, than the next day taking it back to the store
including the shoes you wore, with the bottom taped up
so you could dance all night without getting the bottom scraped up
I'm ghetto like going food shopping at house slippers and pink rollers
pushing 2 babies in 1 stroller
Can a rapper tell you he more ghetto than me
M.A theres nothing in the world that I would rather be
Then Ghetto *echos*
Yeah! Soooo Ghetto


[Hook]
I'm Ghetto like...10 carrot gold rings and chains
I'm Ghetto like...Pitty pat and space games
I'm Ghetto like...Mail boxes with 5 names
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
I'm Ghetto like...rockin a skully in mid-summer
I'm Ghetto like...A-track tapes of Stevie Wonder
I'm Ghetto like...4 tv's up in the hummer
I'm Ghetto like...you
and I'm Ghetto like...you
Im Ghetto like...

[Masta Ace]
Yeah, M.A
send this one to all my niggas from b.k
Brownsville, Howitt houses
Yeah, Saukrates Saukrates
Ha, all my niggas from 78,88
filthy rich, damingo
huh Dj Rob
it dont stop.

8 Million Stories (Kurtis Blow)




featuring Run D.M.C.

(intro)
There are 8 million stories in the ** city

8 million stories (x4)

(verse one Kurtis blow)

There are 8 million stories in the ** city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps the pushers the sharks and vultures
Things that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Central Park
You got to be down,you got to have strenght
If you're gonna survive past 110th
Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity filled
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And the ** city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's how it is and that's how it goes
The city with the 8 and six big O's

New York is a crazy city man.....

Yo, my home boys Run DMC

(verse two Run DMC)

A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de
But little did they know there's a baby in the body
She tried to hide it,but they'll soon know
Because sooner or later that baby's got to show
Can her daddy just accept it as a fact
That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack
Then there's another girl,her name is Vicki
The girl is fine,but sho'nuff tricky
Vicki's fine,,but then she's not very kind
She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
She's more sinister than Peter Lorre
And this is just two of 8 million stories

8 million stories (x12)

(verse three Kurtis Blow)

Fresh kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto street
Father unknown,mother astray
He learned about life the real hard way
Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
Spent all his time just counting his bank
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank
Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long
Been the subject of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire,ladies desire
They say water can't put out this fire
Because he's a fresh kid,yeah he's alright
Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
And you could measure or even treasure
The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
Puruvian rock never cut with speed
And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed
And that was just one weakness,must admit
That when he took a hit he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
You know he started to base at a hell a pace
And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
Didn't take care of business,didn't answer the phone
He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
Just to break it all down,you know he's not very slick
Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife
And basing cocaine made him lose his wife
Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
In a blaze of glory in his own territory
8 million stories sad but all real stories

8 million stories (x12)

Cassandra Gemini (The Mars Volta)

a. TARANTISM
b. PLANT A NAIL IN THE NAVEL STREAM
c. FAMINEPULSE
d. MULTIPLE SPOUSE WOUNDS
e. SARCOPHAGI

I think I’ve become like one of the others
I think I’ve become like one of the others
I think I’ve become like one of the others
There was a frail syrup dripping off
His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels

Bring me to my knees
Read the sharpened lines
All my arms, bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows
Spilling from morgue lancet
Caressed your fontanelle
I’ve sworn to kill every last one
Every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms
Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
Out of your eyelids
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
All your dreams, splintered off
Leech by leech on this catafalque
Anyone will tell you, yes anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted with disease
When she skinned that costume by it’s navel strings
Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms, onto the floor
And out of your mouth out of your eyelids
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
Shock lest s**les free you
Volt face cons
abandon you again
I won’t feel not this time
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep on nursery slits
Into this life I’m born
Heaven’s just a scab away
I’d like to see you after just one taste
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more, let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become
If you should see the dice, charmed with
It’s s** choked eyes
You’ll wear the widows weeds
Because they’re just your size
Behind the snail secretion, leaves a dry heave that absorbs
A limbless procreation, let the infant crawled deformed
A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets
And now when the craving calls
I’ll scratch my itchy teeth
Come on and sing it now
Sink your teeth
Into the flesh of midnight, night forever more
Sink your teeth
Into the flesh of midnight, night forever more
She fell for the whispers, sister flooded deaf tears
That night tore a river, in her baron womb mirror
And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues
Set crucified fires to petrified homes…let it burn
And the owls they were watching
And the owls didn’t care
Then the owls came a knocking, placenta in their stares
They will feed on all the carnage, leftover from the flood
And in the corner of their eyes, fled sister L’ Via
Now the pieces went floating, reflecting all at dusk
Conceived from the stabbing, was Vismund Cygnus
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight
Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes
Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine
Twenty five snakes are drowning
You can’t bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof
The air is growing cold and there’s nothing you can do
Soon there’ll be no gauze, inside the confessional
Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath
And one day you’ll remember
Behind the melting cones, you always had a family
In the burial of your home.
I’ll peel back all of my skin
Peel back and let it all run
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by the cuticle thorns, dried the sleep
On nursery slits into this life I’m born
Havens just a scab away, I’d like to see you
After just one taste
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight
Night forever more, let them see it has begun
The others I’ve become
No there’s no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest reaches
No there’s no light, no there’s no time
You ain’t got nothing, your life was just a lie.

Not About Love (Fiona Apple)

The early cars
Already are
Drawing deep breaths past my door
And last night's phrases
Sick with lack of basis
Are still writhing on my floor

And it doesn't seem fair
That your wicked words should work
In holding me down
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

Conversation once colored by esteem
Became dialogue as a diagram of a play for pun
Took a vacation, my palate got clean
Now I could taste your agenda
While you're spitting your cud

And it doesn't make sense
I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown
No, it doesn't seem right
To take information
Given at close range
For the gag
And the bind
And the ammunition round

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

What is this posture
I have to stare at
That's what he said when I'm sittin' up straight
Change the name of the game 'cause he lost
And he knew he was wrong but he knew it too late
But I'm not being fair
'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth
But I'd like to choose right
Take all the things that I've said that he stole
Put 'em in a sack
Swing 'em over my shoulder
Turn on my heels
Step out of this sight
Try to live in a lovelier life (lie?)

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact I cant stop falling out

This is not about love
'Cause I am not in love
In fact i cant stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

Skeeta Man (2 Live Crew)




Note: Marquis does all the verses; Mr. Mixx does the chorus

["I'm gonna cum!"]

Verse 1:
Let me skeet, don't hesitate
It ain't good to **
Hoe, I'll let you suck my dick
If you say you'll be my bitch
You'll be proud to be my hoe
I'll take you everywhere I go
If anybody else, you belong to me
Is this my pussy? (woman: Yeah, Marquis...)
I'm the one that has you sprung
When I skeet, we'll have a son
Skeet them jaws, skeet them draws
Pull it out and skeet the walls
Grab it, flip it, hold it, rub it
When I skeet is when you suck it
All you have to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus
Jerk it off, jerk it off, ba-by! ["I'm gonna cum!"] (3x)
["I'm gonna cum!"]

Verse 2:
For the skeet you are a fiend
Don't you stop this freaky thing
Dick is the one thing that you love
And the skeet's all you're thinking of
If you can't skeet with someone else
You'll skeet off by yourself
Skeetin' nowadays is the thing to do
You'll skeet me and I'll skeet you
Skeet from the front, skeet from the back
Can I skeet in your mouth? Do you like it like that? (woman: Yess!)
Taste my skeet, don't it taste so sweet?
For my skeet you are a freak
I skeet off twice and then I'm done
I have to save some skeet for the next one, hon
All you have to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus

Verse 3:
Skeetin' is for the young and old
But it's best to skeet in a hoe
Before I go out and skeet a bitch
I always take my skeetin' kick
I like to skeet in big ol' butts
It makes me skeet off big ol' nuts
You can say that I'm a nympho
Skeet in your mouth, then skeet your temple
I skeet best on a one-night stand
Brother Marquis is a skeeta man!
You suck slow and I ** fast
Don't get mad if the skeet don't last
It ain't love, it must be lust
In the skeet you must trust
All you got to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus

Jerk-jerk-jerk-jerk it off babyyy! (4x)

Bang Dat Dit Het Is (De Poema's)

De deur slaat harder dan ik dacht
Het is kouder dan ik had verwacht
Maar ik moest en zou in een nieuwe jas
Omdat ik er gister ook al was

Nog voor de hoek m'n telefoon
Haar boodschap na de volgende toon
Ze schreeuwt, en in wat ze schreeuwt heeft ze gelijk
Dat ik er gister ook al was
De deur gaat lichter dan vannacht
De rook, de warmte, dekenzacht
'T is eigenlijk een hele oude jas
M'n vrienden, welk is mijn glas?

Alles komt weer goed, vannacht had ik een droom
Begon nog eerst gewoon, maar later werd het maffer
Eerst was ik een visserman, een visserman, een boot, een zee
Een zon, en dacht nou net op dat moment, je denkt gebeurt er nog eens wat?
Precies op dat moment, kwam echt vanuit het niets
Een boot zo groot als weet ik veel, een flatgebouw of tien
Precies en ik daar in dat kleine bootje ergens onder in het beeld
Ik kijk vanuit, hoe heet zo'n ding?, kajuit,
Ik kijk en denk dat gaat niet goed
Één klap en niemand die het merkt
Maar dat was dus het maffe
Want precies op dat moment
Dat die punt, dat wat dan heet de voorplecht
Punt tegen die hele grote boot te pletter slaat
Is het die grote boot die richting bodem gaat
Snap je wa'k bedoel

Ik wil naar
Ik wil naar (snap je wat ik bedoel?)
Ik wil naar
Ik wil naar huis
Ik wil naar
Ik wil naar
Ik wil naar huis

En nu ik hier ben, ben ik bang dat ik wat mis
En als ik daar ben, ben ik bang dat dit het is
Snap je wat ik bedoel, snap je wat ik bedoel

Ik kijk graag naar de mensen, uit mensen haal ik veel
Ik ook, ik zal een voorbeeld geven
Stel dat jij en ik hier zwijgen en kijken naar de mensen om ons heen
Oké dat meisje daar, Oké dat meisje daar
Alleen maar ook niet echt, want dat figuur die kletst maar raak
Dat zal haar vriend wel zijn
Ze kent hem van de middelbare school en zijn nu naar de stad verhuist
En hij studeert, want zij studeert, Nee zij studeert wat hij studeert
Maar eigenlijk is ze verder, dus is het wachten tot ze 'm dumpt
En kijk die blik, ze is al bezig
Morgen masturberen, maar hij lult nog even door

Hij kan niet lezen wat ze eigenlijk horen wil
Ik wel, kan heel veel aan de mensen zien
En heel goed luisteren kan ik ook
Maar ik kan luisteren voor tien

Snap je wat ik bedoel, snap je wat ik bedoel
Snap je wat ik bedoel
Ik wil naar
Ik wil naar
Ik wil naar
Ik wil naar huis
Ik wil naar
Ik wil naar (snap je wat ik bedoel)
Ik wil naar huis
En als ik daar ben, ben ik bang dat ik wat mis
Nu ik hier ben, ben ik bang dat dit het is
Snap je wat ik bedoel, snap je wat ik bedoel


Video


Keke Palmer showing off her moves by jerkin' in high heels!




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