The Neptunes – Popular Thug (Clones Version) lyrics

(perfomed by Kelis feat. Nas)

Verse 1 –

Nas:
Yea, yea, yea, yea… /
Uh, yo /
Ladies love what I’ve been through /
Blood on my Timb boots /
Snub noses / club closes down when my mens shoot /
But she can’t stand I’m sharing everything with the fam /
That means them too / Flat screen / Benz coupe /
Plus I entertain bosses /
At my Spanish-style, Lagafell furnished up fortress /
But look at miss thing / in Alexander Mcqueen /
Jizette Bizatti / the sexiest body /
And I / bet you see properly /
Heard how I love ’em and leave ’em /
But she still wanna suck him and eat him /
‘Cause I’m a poet, a preacher, and a pimp with words /
A thief who stole her heart / a prince she deserves /

Kelis:
I should have know by the way that you stare /
Eyeing passes by like your rich but life ain’t fair /
But ya / make my record skip / make my record skip /
Make my record skip / make my record skip /

Hook –

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /

Verse 2 –

Nas:
I take / I don’t ask for nothing /
You fake / I look past your frontin’ / for cash I’m a glutton /
I’m a bad influence yo / have your marriage ruined /
By hanging with me you get ass from some new chicks /
My life’s influent / cash and music /
Honeys I hit hear my song / they get mad and lose it /
‘Cause I’m a s** crazed bastard /
I hit Kelis with a cushion cut engagement ring / We done / that’s it /

Kelis:
I should have seen in the way you touched my hand /
Shuffling your car keys / it sounded like a gentleman /
But ya / make my record skip / make my record skip /
Make my record skip / make my record skip /

Hook –

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug (yea, yea, yea, you know)/
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /

Verse 3 –

Nas:
I don’t mean mug or ice grill / ‘Cause I don’t have to /
My eyebrow shaped like a half moon and I don’t raise em /
The kid you can’t budge him or faze him /
My money’s amazing / Honey, Black, Puerto Rican, and Asian /
What a mean look / me and you / the king is hooked /
Got you the Cayenne green Porsche to push /
They off the hook /
Giving haters nightmares walking /
You smothered by a popular gangsta / perfect boyfriend

Kelis:
I should have heard it in the way you said my name /
While I analyze your tone you were formulating game /
But ya / make my record skip / make my record skip /
Make my record skip / make my record skip

Hook –

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /

The Neptunes – Put ‘Em Up lyrics

(perfomed by N.O.R.E.)

[N.O.R.E.]
Star Trak (Star Trak)
Star Trak (Star Trak)
Millitainment!! Millitainment (Man)
My nigga David Banner in the buildin’ (Man…man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce

[Hook 1: Pharrell]
Are you a P-I-M-P?
But can’t no nigga put the pimpin’ like me
I get em up get em up (up)
I get them hoes and put em up (up)
I’m here with N-O-R-E
And can’t nobody rip a club like we
Put em up put em up (up)
Get your set and put em up put em up (up)
Get your fingers put em up put em up (up)
Get your rag and put em up put em up (up)
Man

[Hook 2: N.O.R.E.]
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce (Man)
Bounce bounce

[N.O.R.E.]
Now it ain’t N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that’s right on slime, it’s N.O.R.E
(It’s N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) I’m just chillin’ wit my shorty (shorty)
Drinkin’ on a forty (forty), private stock old English (English)
Bout to get some naughty, O.P.P. no D-E-D
All she need is me up in the N-Y-C

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

[N.O.R.E.]
Now it ain’t N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that’s right on slime, it’s N.O.R.E
(It’s N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) Half mo, full mo
Wear a thong, g-code
Gettin’ bent off that liquor
Till our colons thick and old
Stay trippin’ on them hoes…we be illin’
And them whores doin’ shows…top billin’
Stay packin’ fo’ fo’s…ain’t no concealin’
Peoples throwin’ those bows….so how you feelin’

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2 x2]

[N.O.R.E.]
Now it ain’t N.O.R.E. to be on time
But I rock a rhyme that’s right on slime, it’s N.O.R.E
(It’s N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) Bangin’ goin’ crazy
Bangin’ black Mercedes
Why I’m bangin’ on them corners
Bangin’ all your ladies
And she just wanna ride
Get up in that coupe and slide
Run around the corners lyin’
Say she Bonnie, said I’m Clyde (What?)
But I’m that type of guy
Have yo chicken bakin’ pie
And she really wanna fuck me
I can see it in her eye

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2 x2]

The Neptunes – Hot Damn lyrics

(perfomed by Clipse feat. Ab-Liva, Pharrell Williams & Rosco P. Coldchain)

[Intro – Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
C’mon!

[Chorus – Pharrel]
Hot Damn, it’s a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
Hooooo, hooooo
Hooooo, Hot Damn

[Verse 1 – Malice]
My how the boys grow?
From roaming low into homes
To homes of his own
No catching up he’s in a whole nother zone
Still true to his roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Ya’ll stay in cheer for him
Got up out the game and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
I’m not enjoying life I’m reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
Monster truck remind him of tonka
Diamond M colour plush gold still gutter
My deal is in the mills,
Motherfucker and I aint stutter
Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical
From holding nose to roles gold
The lords beautiful
Before him I’m to shame to show my face
But she’s so mean can’t help but to fall off the race
Motherfucker

[Chorus – Pharrel]
Hot Damn, it’s a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)

[Verse 2 – Ab-Liva]
Hot Damn, when the white hit the pen it
Twist and it tumbles, it
Flips and it fumbles, I
Mix it like gumbo, I
Pitch it so suttle, I
Keep hustle so pother feds I got’em wondering (wondering)
What happened to that boy?
Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
The man the music the making the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
Ya’ll basically just like my opinion
The bars hoping the sun shines on them
But you still gotta watch the phonies
Watch your homies, we (*gunshots) got you homie

[Chorus – Pharrel]
Hot Damn, it’s a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)

[Verse 3 – Pusha T]
Ugh… Handle the rock like none other
Wrist over the stove, head under the cubbard
In the kitchen ’til the fume make me feel smothered
The way it melt fiends can’t believe it’s not butter
The way it melt he won’t cop from non-other
The he who hoes O’s like crispy creams oven
Or easy bake, pink D. V’s make
The presidential look like strawberry shortcake
P?

[Pharrel]
Imagine that royals royce crashed it
We unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh
You niggas is clones,
I hand out styles like ice cream cones
Get the fuck out’a here

[Pusha T]
That’s for real, my gats is real
Sl5 is looking like the batmobile
Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh
Both chains probably match a deal
Ya’ll dudes is a act for real
Pusha

[Chorus – Pharrel]
Hot Damn, it’s a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)

[Verse 4 – Roscoe P. Coldchain]
You either salute deaf cause you looked at
That’s what a old G told me
That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact
And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back
It wasn’t nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place
I’m what you call a destructive war path
It will be shell showers in todays forcast
You a gangsta? I can’t tell
Your diamonds don’t blimmen when the light hit it
Those jewels arn’t genuine, because if it was
I’m nice with it, I would have been took that
That skin stacked in your pocket I would have been shook that
And this world you gotta watch it, I’m here to warn ya
Cats turn informa, over snow wrapped and wags
My sons’ home crying don’t give me no slack
Just put the mutherfucking money in the bag
These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask
Coldchain’s not your typical crook
I’m being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush

[Chorus – Pharrel]
Hot Damn, it’s a new day
Hot Damn, but them boys want the (money man)
Hooooo, hooooo
Hooooo, Hot Damn

The Neptunes – The Don Of Dons (Put De Ding Pon Dem) lyrics

(perfomed by Super Cat feat. Jadakiss)

[Intro: Super Cat]
Well hear Dis!
Original Dan die hearted dog heart
Haffi put de old iron pon dem
Me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem
Informer dem an dem a cause problem
Chop It!

[Hook: Super Cat]
Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw
Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo Saw
Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa
Aay! A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah
Ba a nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta
Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser
Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster
Boys! Perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger

[Verse 1: Super Cat]
Sey dem a shotta dem a shotta – Man a straight shoota
An straighter den de guy weh clap Martin Luther
For murda is a word weh some a dem only heard a
Oonu tell dem a de Rappa Dappa Dan dem a falla
Oonu tell dem Mr. Cat a DanceHall Emperor
Oonu tell dem Rappa Dan a Ram Dance Master
An inna de dancehall a music me charged fa, sing!

[Hook]

[Bridge: Super Cat]
When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem
Original Don of Dons put de ting pon dem
Original Don of Dons put de ting pon dem
De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem
Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem
Informer dem an dem a cause problem
Carry mi name gone a station to superinten
Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin up a Mack 10

[Verse 2: Super Cat]
Sey de Rappa Dappa causing pure problem
From New York City to de clock a Big Ben
De whole world a shout de Rappa Dan come again
Tell dem true gangsta never have no need fe pretend
A bag a duppy men dem men deh send a Maypen
So bad bull inna Pen a Man nuh fraid a none a dem
Fa man a leaf a root a man a branch an stem
Car wha me luv sey dat a Mercedes Benz

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Uh, you know me, K-I-S-S, Kiss of Death
LP soon come for ya, bless bless
I don’t give a fuck about ya rock size
Nigga my guns is grandfather clocksize
The Winchester, the Thompson, the Bushmaster
They it, break something off and they push past ya
And you know they say, that it’s better to kill ’em than rob ’em
Cause informers are problems, set ’em in water you could dissolve ’em
Cause it’s a rat in every hood and everybody knows em
To whom it may, I’m the Don Jada
Specialize in purple haze, cocaine in the montega
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, probably get nice
When I’m be-yond dead, get ya shit tight
You dudes is bitch, wear ’em if ya shoes’ll fit
The game ain’t changed, the rules just switched

[Bridge]

The Neptunes – Rock N Roll lyrics

(perfomed by Fam-Lay)

[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm…yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil’ nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I’ma take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac’ coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil’ young’n runnin’ wild as hell
Runnin’ round wild trynta get that mail
Lil’ shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain’t from the hood, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]
But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I’m the candyman, I got mo’ than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
But Fam! don’t try to roll up (Star Track)
Don’t make me pull these motherfuckin’ fo’s up
Cause it’s like that

[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]
The fiends is dyin’, things is lyin’
Missin’ on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin’
Right on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo’s, them bit-ches straight shinin’
But y’all niggaz don’t know bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon’ spit
I ain’t no punk and I ain’t no snitch
From a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn’t me
I’ll be on the curb movin’ dubs and d’s
And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught then it was to be
I’ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin’ them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain’t from the hood, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin’ and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin’ and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it’s so damn clean

[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin’ for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin’ all jealous, lookin’ mad as hell
Actin’ like lil’ girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
I would’ve kept shootin’, but I had a sale
See, I’m a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin’ for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
Wont’cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin’s in my veins – you cannot stop it
Walkin’ on the block with life in my pocket
I’m trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain’t from the ghetto, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

N.E.R.D – Laugh About It lyrics

[Verse 1]
You made me take a look at me
At all the flaws and what could be
And all the things that you would reap
Was hidden in me, I didn’t wanna see, what was troublin me

[Interlude]
You brought your sledgehammer, comin down with the BOOM
I mean I fell in love, cause I’m inside of you
I mean I love your heart, but it’s your mind if I had to choose
You’re smilin at me smokin, but you are not amused

[Hook]
Someday I’ll laugh about it
All that pressure stashed behind it
Couldn’t it last like that? I doubt it
But c’mon girl, let’s laugh about it

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 2]
The way you see the world is neat
You’re in the sun and cloudy peaks
Please be my friend, oh would you please?
But you’re still on the move, smoke comin from your shoes
Meanwhile I’m still bruised

[Interlude] + [Hook]

[Verse 3]
Let’s just have a blast about it (ohh, some day)
Couldn’t never found our paths without it (laugh about it)
All the bullshit that surrounds it (ohh, some day)
Let’s just have a laugh about it (laugh about it)
And I can never lose those memories
Because you’re screamin from the clouds, goin out
The color from those painted these melodies
In fact I’m dreamin ’bout it now, UHH~!

[Breakdown: Pharrell & Shay Haley]
Girl no! (Ay, you need to rethink this)
Girl no! (I mean, we been through too much)
Girl no! (And our friendship means everything)
(You know we can’t take that much time) Girl no!
(But I can’t stop us from bein friends)

[Hook] with ad libs

N.E.R.D – Preservation lyrics

[Pharrell]
Hate when they call me superstar
Do I look like a superstar?
Yet unreachable and very far
Ever noticed I’m right here wit’ ya’ll?
I cover my face because they do not need to see
I ain’t no gangsta or no thug, I am just being me
The world smells of drama
So I cover up my nose
The faces like film leavin’ out too long, gets overexposed
Getting praised by magazines
From the girlfriends in my clothes
I hope they still love me when I shun away cause I am afraid to blow

[Hook: Pharell]
WANT WAR?!!
(Well!) WAR WE’LL GIVE!
(We’ll be rocking this) BANDANNA!
(Well!) So you
CAN’T SEE SHIT!

[Pharrell]
Now the fear of blowing up
Definitely takes it’s toll
It sends it’s demons down to your mind to take control
If it thinks it’s got my mind
It better think again
I got the pleasure of the piano and this powerful pen
But you (You!)
You want fifteen minutes to shine, what’s your concept?
What’s so interesting? What’s your desire?
Soon as you get your cover story
And your precious headlines
So sorry, so sorry, so sorry
They’ll just fuck you from behind

[Hook: Pharell]
WANT WAR?!!
Well! WAR WE’LL GIVE!
We’ll be rocking this BANDANNA!
Well! You/So You
CAN’T SEE SHIT!

[Pharrell]
I don’t wanna blow up
I’m smiling cause I know
All the pieces that make me me will glisten from my soul
My self-esteem is not a fake
It comes from within
Come and take a picture
I’ll sign whatever you want my friend
Still.. (Still..) Still..(Still..)
Yeah!
…War

[Hook: Pharell]
WANT WAR?!?
Well! WAR WE’LL GIVE!
We’ll be rocking this BANDANA!
Well! You/So You
CAN’T SEE SHIT!

…WANT WAR!??!

N.E.R.D – Everyone Nose (All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom) (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Kanye West, Lupe Fiasco & Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Hey, do you have any black inside you?
Would you like some? (Like some?)
Ha, you know you got a right to do whatever you like to
Don C, we got the right one, that right one
In the club, always the flyest, always got her hands the highest
She stopped drinking Diet Coke, she on that coke diet
She bat, she bat her eyelids, that girl is so wired
I know she so tired, but ooh, she on fire
Hundred dollar bills, look at you, look at you
A hundred dollar bills, this ain’t new, this ain’t new
From that Paris, Lindsay, Britney, Mary-Kate and Whitney
People say that they clean, motherfucker, don’t bullshit me

[Chorus: Shay Haley]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
You left your nigga home, you said you at your sister’s
You and your girlfriends’ wrong, you in here taking pictures
You ain’t gotta tell us you spending Daddy’s cash
Your girlfriend’s jealous you got the fattest ass
One dying to pee, one trying to leave
It’s hot as fuck, but you just dying to ski
It’s clear as black and white, like a fat panda
Your brain is Magic City, your nose is Atlanta
I said, “Think ’bout your future, you can’t do that tomorrow”
But you don’t hear a word, you see that SLR
You like, “Hey, Pharrell, I ain’t trying to kill your mood
But I can do the Star Trek sign, see? Killa dude”

[Chorus: Shay Haley]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Now she got high hopes, just to say hi to us
She want the high life, she like them higher ups
She know we high rolling, she know it’s high stakes
That’s why she high speeding, out on that highway
She say she high maintenance, she say she high fashion
She say she high priced, I think she high cappin’
She had her high heels, I had my high tops
Sipping a Hi-C, eatin’ no Hydrox
I asked her, “How it feel up on this high rise?”
She said, “This high score, this was the highlight”
She got her hi-Pod bumpin’ her hi-Tunes
This higher education, welcome to high school

[Chorus: Shay Haley]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom

[Verse 4: Pusha T]
Yugh! Like I got a crown made of powder
Everybody knows who the king of the coke flow be
All I hear is “Oh, key”, every line is “Oh, key”
All you rappers okey-dokey
Nigga, you don’t paint pictures
I paint Murakamis on you niggas
And Daimer Speedy Bag, bitches
Buy and sell, I can accommodate your clientele
Shamu weight, motherfucker, breaks your scales
P to the Usha, with a name like that, what you look for?
More or less like P with the hook up
Hit me on the bat phone if you want it cooked up
Ride with me, as I’m switching lane to lane
In my Play Cloths as I’m grippin’ grain
In a hail of bullets how I write my name
Whether soft or hard, motherfucker, ‘caine is ‘caine

[Chorus: Shay Haley]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom

Gottwut – Konglomerat lyrics

Werden Wir zusammen gehen – Du bist mein Tier
Sie können einen Kragen tragen – bewegen dein Vier
Laß mir den Kopf streicheln – wer ist ‘good boy’?
Shau mal, die Kinder lachen – dein Spiel, mein Zeug.

Leute suchen, manche finden – Geld, Gefühle, Liebe, Glück
Wir nähen in einer Sache, meine Freude und dein Blut.

Konglomerat!

Der Einstieg in unser schönes Haus – ist immer unter Schutz.
Klassische Musik und neue Filme – die Promenaden sind lang und Kurz.
Du genießt halb-süß, Ich bevorzuge – Apfel Saft, trockene Wein.
Zwei verschiedene Anfänge am Ende sind nur eins.

Leute suchen, manche finden – Geld, Gefühle, Liebe, Glück
Wir nähen in einer Sache, meine Freude und dein Blut.

Konglomerat!

N.E.R.D – Patrick Star lyrics

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
I too would have envied
If I lived above the water
I don’t blame the sky for
Being so blue!
If you don’t believe me
Just go and ask the humans
When they’re down there swimming
With everything to do!

[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams (Shay Haley)]
Look at who the smart guy is now (And what are you?)
Spongebob, and it’s not you!
Look at who the smart guy is now (And what are you?)
And Sandy Squirrel, it’s not you!
Look at the smart guy is now (And what are you?)
Hey booga-boo-hoo!
Look at who the smart guy is now (And what are you?)
Krabby Patties will be cooked by who?

[Chorus]
And it goes eata-eata-edeo
It’s creeping in your head and so
It’s brainwashing the radio
That Patrick Star is king
Eata-eata-edeo
That rhymes with Spaghetti-O’s
He’s the king of
Bi-ki-ni Bottom

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
I too would have envied
If I lived above the water
I guess that is why they-
Why they pollute!
To me that’s a silly
Stupid concept when they
Wanna get away-
They wanna take a cruise!

[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams (Shay Haley)]
Look at who the smart guy is now (And what are you?)
Spongebob, and it’s not you!
Look at who the smart guy is now (And what are you?)
And Sandy Squirrel, it’s not you!
Look at the smart guy is now (And what are you?)
Hey booga-boo-hoo!
Look at who the smart guy is now (And what are you?)
Krabby Patties will be cooked by who?

[Chorus]
And it goes eata-eata-edeo
It’s creeping in your head and so
It’s brainwashing the radio
That Patrick Star is king
Eata-eata-edeo
That rhymes with Spaghetti-O’s
He’s the king of
Bi-ki-ni Bottom

N.E.R.D – Sandy Squirrell lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Sandy Squirrel
Life’s the ocean, and you’re my world
Or the oyster and you’re my pearl
You’re the only one that’s for me
I’m sorry Mr. Krabs
Yes I know the daughter you have
But come on man you can’t be mad
I gotta squirrel livin’ in the sea
Sandy Squirrel
Life’s the ocean, and you’re my world
Or the oyster and you’re my pearl
You’re the only one that’s for me
I’m sorry Mr. Krabs
Yes I know the daughter you have
But come on man you can’t be mad
I gotta squirrel livin’ in the sea

[Verse 1]
You medicine girl, a medicine girl
You’re so heavily in a Hell of a world
You make my mind shine like a head of a pearl
And strut through my thoughts like straight of the curls
And why why why do I feel like cryin’
Every time you leave I swim right down
I wanna call, text but I ain’t no time
I know I never want it but I feel like cryin’

[Chorus]
Sandy Squirrel
Life’s the ocean, and you’re my world
Or the oyster and you’re my pearl
You’re the only one that’s for me
I’m sorry Mr. Krabs
Yes I know the daughter you have
But come on man you can’t be mad
I gotta squirrel livin’ in the sea
Sandy Squirrel
Life’s the ocean, and you’re my world
Or the oyster and you’re my pearl
You’re the only one that’s for me
I’m sorry Mr. Krabs
Yes I know the daughter you have
But come on man you can’t be mad
I gotta squirrel livin’ in the sea

[Verse 2]
Wear the cowboy hat and that’s so [?]
Like FlogGnaw, andthat’s so dope
And I think they won’t stop and that won’t go
It’s like bass droppin’ and it won’t blow
Out your window and out your car
A couple lay ways and some stringed Guitars
Gotta love picture’s in an Ice cream Bar
Can this verse be shortened please? Aha

[Chorus]
Sandy Squirrel
Life’s the ocean, and you’re my world
Or the oyster and you’re my pearl
You’re the only one that’s for me
I’m sorry Mr. Krabs
Yes I know the daughter you have
But come on man you can’t be mad
I gotta squirrel livin’ in the sea
Sandy Squirrel
Life’s the ocean, and you’re my world
Or the oyster and you’re my pearl
You’re the only one that’s for me
I’m sorry Mr. Krabs
Yes I know the daughter you have
But come on man you can’t be mad
I gotta squirrel livin’ in the sea
Aha

The Neptunes – Fuck N’ Spend lyrics

(perfomed by The High Speed Scene)

I see fields of blank out staring eyes
On freeways in the skies
On asphalt and petro highs
Their souls need not for ice
The AC will suffice
I see tans and muscles on the guys
The girls have thunder thighs
But lightning left there eyes
The day that they decided to..
FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY
FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY
FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY yeah…yeah yeah YEAH
Well..I..see..death
He drives a brand new car
He’s sitting at the bar
He’s watching all the stars..OH YEAH
FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY
FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY
FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY
FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY
FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY…FUCK…FUCK YEAH!

The Neptunes – Loser lyrics

(perfomed by N.E.R.D feat. Clipse)

[Intro: Shae] + (Pharrell)
We gotta win (yeah) we gotta win (yeah)
We gotta wi-in (we gotta win)
We gotta win (yeah) cause I’m a win (yeah)
(Spymob vocalist: yeah yeah) (We gotta win)
We gotta win (yeah) we gotta win (yeah)
We gotta wi-in (we gotta win)
See I’m a win, I’m a win

[Chorus: Spymob vocalist & Pharrell] + (Shae)
We will not be the losers (losers)
We won’t won’t leave till our job is done (noo)
We will not be the losers (losers)
Sorry but we’re not the ones, yeah!

[Verse 1: Pharrell & Spymob vocalist] + (Shae)
I will have my eyes focused plant my feet on the ground
I will run through the middle and lay them all down
I’m the carrier of the torch to make my path I will burn
The world (yeah) must learn

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
I know they are coming to do what they can
I’ll stab ’em and smash them, I’ll face them like a man
I know I must face my country, I have to face my town
So I can’t, let them down

[Pusha T] + (Pharrell)
Look at me runnin’, endzone I’m comin
Wings on my back, I be floatin’ (Ah)
The stadium loud, my mother be proud
Her eyes is teary, she chokin’ (Aaah)
We did this for who? the ones who were true
Supporting this dream that I’m livin’ (Aaah)
And for my squad, the whole nine yards
The name of my team I’m defending

[Malice] + (Pharrell)
Sometimes it seems all wrong, I won’t stop till it’s all gone
As I leap for the long bomb (Aaah)
You know me, number fo’ fo’
Blast through life, running back but in slow mo’ (Aaah)
I’m a veteran, prize to the better man
Just like the medal lands, ran like I never ran (Aaah)
In this game of life, we gon’ play ball
Us against them, we gon’ lay them all

[Shae]
We will not be the losers
We won’t won’t leave till our job is done

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Pharrell] + (Spymob vocalist)
I’m prepared to go the distance and battle to the end
I will fight through the twilight to see my family again
But the desert is so cloudy and it is hard to see
There’s chance that, and that chance is me (Yeah!)

[Outro: Shae]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah!
Cause I’ma win, ’cause I’ma win
Cause I’ma wi-in
Cause I’ma win, ’cause I’ma win
Cause I’ma win, ’cause I’ma win
Cause I’ma wi-in
Cause I’ma win, ’cause I’ma win

The Neptunes – It Blows My Mind lyrics

(perfomed by Snoop Dogg)

[Intro:]
You should smokes with me

[Chorus:]
The chronic’s blowing
The chronic’s blowing
The chronic’s blowing
The chronic’s blowing (It blows my mind)

[Verse 1 – Snoop Dogg]
Blowing chronic to me, it’s like a tradition to me
I got the pi-doun, so sit down and listen to me
Don’t go against me fool, go wit me
We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney
Yeah, we got something in common
They could search a nigga, but they never finding my bomb and
I got the stash, spot, my cash got
Lot of motherfuckas pulling, police shots
I’m not “The One” nigga you could call me “The Two”
Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils dialated
Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many times
You suprised how I made it, huh?
You hate it, huh, but you know, I ain’t even trippin
I’m spliting that Swisha up, plotting on the come up
I’m living my life, and never putting my gun up
Dranking my drink, and I’ma smoke that blunt

[Chorus:]

[Verse 2 – Snoop Dogg]
The greener the tree, the better the bud
The strength of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was
I’m – buzzing high, sliding, slippin
Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin
It’s all to the good, the dash is wood
You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck
But, they frontin and fakin, and time is waistin
She don’t wanna give ya number now she hollin at Jason
Now don’t get mad, just roll to the pad
And keep a G on the bitch and roll another dub bag
(My nigga) light that shit, hit that bitch
Then past it to ya homie like playa, pimp (blaze that bitch)
And when you get dizzone, crack the do’
And let me get a little snizzle
‘Cause ain’t no fun, if the homies can’t get none
Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one lizza

[Chorus:]

[Bridge x2]
Do you wanna smoke wit me (Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me company
Baby come and fuck with me
You should smokes with me

[Verse 3 – Snoop Dogg]
It’s the diabolical, chronical, mythological
Psychological, make a model hoe, fuck a G
Pre-medical, steady slow those, ready can get it
Teacher taught it to those inside with mind apparatus
My status has been the baddest ever since I intro’d
I’m that nigga that brought y’all the info
On the Chucks, French braids, and endo
Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the window
Spell ya name in it, put ya face in it
And hang with the nigga with the gang bang spinach
Drag it, blunt wrap it, or zig-zag it
Don’t really matter even if it’s in the package
Put it to the side, so when ya boy hit the Eastside
I’m look for the firefied G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that va discount
I’m tryna bounce wit the whole ounce (smoke me out)

[Chorus:]

[Bridge x2]

[Hook:]
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you could fuck with we (Star Trak)
(Yeah Pharrell this that shit right here)
And bbc – nigga

[Chorus x2] + {*Snoop ad-libs*}

[Outro – Snoop Dogg]
Dranking our drank
Ya dig what I’m sayin?
We ain’t gon’ never sing
We gon’ still flow
Cause we always hit the right note
(It blows my mind)
That’s real shit, Pharrell you my loc’
And that’s for life my nigga
Haha, Gangsta Gumpo
Neptunes, Star Trak
(It blows my mind)
Billionaire Boys Club, dpg
Doggy Style Records, ooh wee
(It blows my mind)..

[laughs]