Best Song Lyrics (Page 2)

OK, since we're on rap lyrics... this is the best (it's long, so I bolded the good parts).

"Missy 'misdemeanor' Elliott Pump It Up lyrics"

[Missy Elliott {Nelly}]

Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire
{What you talkin' about, girl?}
Let's make it hot for the clubs
{Missy!} Wooooo!

["This is fire!" cut and scratched]

[Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]
Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS
Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!)
Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh!
Love my guts, so fu** a tummy tuck
(Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt
I shakes my gut like "yeah, ***** what?"
Yeah I likes it rough, tough
Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs
Me and Nelly came to rock the club
Pack the place, don't push or shove
Out of the club, straight to the crib
I'll let you know if the sex was good

[Hook - Missy Elliott + {Timbaland}]
Pump it up! {Show me love, G}
Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'}
Pump it up! {Let me see those big-*** hips}
Pump it up! {Pump it up}
This is how me and Nelly pump it up
Pump it up! {Show me love, G}
Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'}
Pump it up! {Let me see those big-*** hips}
Pump it up! {Pump it up}
C'mon

[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]
DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE!
Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty
I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty
No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty
Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?)
See my tight jeans and the coochie
Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup)
Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!)
Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!)
Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!)
DJs better Pump It Up
Motherf***ers need to back it up
'Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club

[Hook]

[beat stops, needle crackling]

[Missy talking]
You know, Down South chicks got big ******
and we a little heavy sometime, but when
you're from the South, we don't call that
"fat". We call that "big-boned". Fo' sho

[scratching, beat starts again]

[Verse 3 - Nelly]
Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick
Me? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget d***"
You know, make you climb the walls and sh**
I make her wanna press pause and sh**
Walk up in the party, girls swingin' they panties
They was doing that before I had them Grammies
I get a little freaky when I'm in Miami
I may act a little freaky but I still got manners
It's Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor
Both going down, there's just to many heaters
Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time
I ain't talkin' about the records that they buyin'
Lyin', can a nigga keep up with me?
You see I, still standin VI stackin' the "Ride Wit Me"
You struggle to recoup
I struggle on which Coup' to ride in
[Missy] See how we be stylin'?

[Hook]

["This is fire!" cut and scratched to fade]

The go-go gadget part cracks me up...

We're thinking the same today - I was getting this while you posted that.   Except I love his singing too!  It was hard to pick just one - it could have been Buckets of Rain, You're Gonna Make me Lonesome When You Go, Visions of Johanna, I Want You, etc....

When I Paint My Masterpiece 

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.
She promised that she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece.

Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum,
Dodging lions and wastin' time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em,
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb.
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.

Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola.
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

I left Rome and landed in Brussels,
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried.
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.

Is this a word scramble? Cuz I suck at those.

This song is on my Pre-Race CD...

I think I'll be making a big ol' pot of beans and rice this weekend...

Maybe not The Best Ever, but no one is allowed to speak when this song is playing:

Into The Mystic, by Van Morrison 

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl...

I know this song from Bonnie Raitt, but it maybe someone else's song... 

Women be wise,
keep your mouth shut,
don't advertise your man
Don't sit around holdin' no conversation,
explaining what your good man do to you
Some women nowadays,
Lord they ain't no good
They will laugh in your face,
Then try to steal your man from you
Women be wise,
keep your mouth shut,
don't advertise your man

Your best girlfriend,
she might be a highbrow,
she changes clothes 3 times a day
What do you think she's doing now,
while you're so far away
She's loving your man in your own damn bed
You better call for the doctor, mama,
try to investigate your head
Women be wise, keep your mouth shut,
don't advertise your man

Women be wise, keep your mouth shut,
don't advertise your man
Don't sit around, girl,
telling all your secrets,
telling all those good things he really can do
If you talk about your baby,
you tell me he's so fine
Lord honey,
I just might sneek up and try to make him mine
Women be wise,
keep your mouth shut,
don't advertise your man

Don't be no fool,
don't advertise your man (baby don't do it)

He he. This one is fabulous as well...

Loretta Lynn- The Pill 

You wined me and dined me
When I was your girl
Promised if I'd be your wife
You'd show me the world
But all I've seen of this old world
Is a bed and a doctor bill
I'm tearin' down your brooder house
'Cause now I've got the pill

All these years I've stayed at home
While you had all your fun
And every year thats gone by
Another babys come
There's a gonna be some changes made
Right here on nursery hill
You've set this chicken your last time
'Cause now I've got the pill

This old maternity dress I've got
Is goin' in the garbage
The clothes I'm wearin' from now on
Won't take up so much yardage

Miniskirts, hot pants and a few little fancy frills
Yeah I'm makin' up for all those years
Since I've got the pill

I'm tired of all your crowin'
How you and your hens play
While holdin' a couple in my arms
Another's on the way
This chicken's done tore up her nest
And I'm ready to make a deal
And ya can't afford to turn it down
'Cause you know I've got the pill

This incubator is overused
Because you've kept it filled
The feelin' good comes easy now
Since I've got the pill

It's gettin' dark it's roostin' time
Tonight's too good to be real
Oh but daddy don't you worry none
'Cause mama's got the pill

Oh daddy don't you worry none
'Cause mama's got the pill

Queen....Bicycle Ride.

I think the Scorpions said it best:

 The ***** is hungry
She needs to tell
So give her inches
And feed her well