SoTD: Biz Markie – Just A Friend
05/31/2009 at 23:01 | In 1980s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD, Video | Leave a CommentHave you ever met a girl that you tried to date
But a year to make love she wanted you to wait
Let me tell ya a story of my situation
I was talkin’ to this girl from the U.S. nation
The way that I met her was on tour at a concert
She had long hair and a short miniskirt
I just got onstage drippin’, pourin’ with sweat
I was walkin’ through the crowd and guess who I met
I whispered in her ear, come to the picture booth
So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof
I asked her her name, she said blah-blah-blah
She had 9/10 pants and a very big bra
I took a couple of flicks and she was enthused
I said, how do you like the show?
She said, I was very amused
I started throwin’ bass, she started throwin’ back mid-range
But when I sprung the question, she acted kind of strange
Then when I asked, do ya have a man, she tried to pretend
She said, no I don’t, I only have a friend
Come on, I’m not even goin’ for it
This is what I’m goin’ sing
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
And you say he’s just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
But you say he’s just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
But you say he’s just a friend
So I took blah-blahs word for it at this time
I thought just havin’ a friend couldn’t be no crime
cause I have friends and that’s a fact
Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq
Forget about that, lets go into the story
About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me
So we started talkin’, getttin’ familiar
Spendin’ a lot of time so we can build up
A relationship or some understanding
How its gonna be in the future we was plannin’
Everything sounded so dandy and sweet
I had no idea I was in for a treat
After this was established, everything was cool
The tour was over and she went back to school
I called every day to see how she was doin’
Every time that I called her it seemed somethin’ was brewin’
I called her on my dime, picked up, and then I called again
I said, yo, who was that? oh, he’s just a friend
Don’t gimme that, don’t ever gimme that
Jus bust this
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
And you say he’s just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
But you say he’s just a friend, oh baby
You, you got what I need but you say he’s just a friend
But you say he’s just a friend
So I came to her college on a surprise visit
To see my girl that was so exquisite
It was a school day, I knew she was there
The first semester of the school year
I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm
This guy made me fill out a visitors form
He told me where it was and I as on my way
To see my baby doll, I was happy to say
I arrived in front of the dormitory
Yo, could you tell me where is door three?
They showed me where it was for the moment
I didn’t know I was in for such an event
So I came to her room and opened the door
Oh, snap! guess what I saw?
A fella tongue-kissin my girl in the mouth,
I was so in shock my heart went down south
So please listen to the message that I say
Don’t ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend
Artist: Biz Markie
Album: The Biz Never Sleeps
Release Date: 1989
SoTD: T.I. – Whatever You Like
05/30/2009 at 23:01 | In 2000s, Music, SoTD, Video | Leave a CommentStacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like
Yeah, late night sex so wet, it’s so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah
Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain’t nothin’ to drop a couple stacks on you
Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley’s, I swear
Yeah, I want’cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won’t need nobody
You want it I got it, go, get it, I buy it
Tell ‘em other broke niggas be quiet
Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like
Yeah, late night sex, so wet, it’s so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah
Shawty, you da hottest of the way you drop it
Brain so good
(Good)
School you went to college
Hundred deposit, vacations hit the tropics
‘Cause errbody know it ain’t trickin’ if ya got it
Ya need to never ever gotta go to yo wallet
Long as I got rubber band banks in my pocket
Five six, adds with rims and a pocket kit
Ya ain’t gotta downgrade, you can get what I get
My chick could have what she want
And goin’ every store for any bag she want
And know she ain’t never had a man like that
To buy you anything ya own desire I that
Yeah, I want’cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won’t need nobody
You want it, I got it, go, get it, I buy it
Tell ‘em other broke niggas be quiet
Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like
Yeah, late night sex, so wet, it’s so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah
Rize in big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo life
Thang, get so wet, ya hit so right
Let me put this big boy in yo life
That’s right, yeah I want’cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won’t need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet
Stacks on deck, Patrón on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby, you could have whatever you like
I said, you could have whatever you like
Yeah, late night sex, so wet, it’s so tight
A gas of a jet for you tonight
Baby, you could go where ever you like
I said you could go where ever you like, yeah
Artist: T.I.
Album: Paper Trail
Release Date: 2008
SoTD: Prince – Alphabet St
05/29/2009 at 23:01 | In 1980s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD | Leave a Comment
No!
I’m going down 2 Alphabet Street
I’m gonna crown the first girl that I meet
I’m gonna talk so sexy
She’ll want me from my head 2 my feet
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes she will
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m gonna drive my daddy’s Thunderbird (My daddy’s thunderbird)
A white rad ride, ‘66 (‘67) so glam it’s absurd
I’m gonna put her in the back seat
And drive her 2 … Tennessee
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Tennessee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, drive her
Excuse me, baby
I don’t mean 2 be rude
But I guess tonight I’m just not, I’m just not in the mood
So if U don’t mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I would like to…watch
Yeah, yeah, yeah…can I?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Can I, can I, can I, can I)
We’re going down, down, down, if that’s the only way
2 make this cruel, cruel world hear what we’ve got to say
Put the right letters together and make a better day
Yeah, yeah, yeah, better days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s O-O-K
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe it’s the only way
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cat, we need U 2 rap
Cat, we need U 2 rap
Don’t give 2 us slow
Cause we know U know
New Power Soul
Gotta gotta gotta go!
Talk 2 me lover
Come on tell me what U taste
Didn’t your mama tell U
Life is 2 good 2 waste? (Put your love down)
Didn’t she tell U
That Lovesexy was the glam of them all?
If U can hang, U can trip on it
U surely won’t fall (Put your love down)
No side effects and
The feeling last 4-ever
Straight up – it tastes good
It makes U feel clever (Put your love down)
U kiss your enemies
Like U know U should
Then U jerk your body
Like a horny pony would (Put your love down)
U jerk your body like a horny pony would
Now run and tell your mama about that!
And while U’re at it tell your papa about this
Yeah-yeah
Put your love down there when u wanna get shot
No! (Yeah, yeah)
Put your love down there when u wanna get shot
Put your love down there when u wanna get shot
Put your love down there when u wanna get shot
Put your love down there…
Get home, Alphabet Street
No!
L-L-L-L-Lovesexy
Yea, Oh, Alphabet Street
Yea, Oh, Alphabet Street
A B C D E F H I love U
Artist: Prince
Album: Alphabet St.
Release Date: 1988
SoTD: Soulja Boy – Kiss Me Through The Phone
05/28/2009 at 23:01 | In 2000s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD, Video | 2 CommentsSoulja Boy Tell Em!!
Take me you know that I miss you
I want to get with you tonight but I can’t now baby girl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just want to kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me threw the phone)
I’ll see you later on (later on)
Kiss me threw the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home (I get home)
Baby, I know that you like me
You my future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell Em yeah you could be my Bonnie
I could be your Clyde
You could be my wife
Text me, call me, I need you in my life yeah
All day, everyday I need you
And every time I see you my feelings get deeper
I miss you, I miss you
I really want to kiss you but I can’t
6-7-8-triple 9-8-2-1-2
Take me you know that I miss you
I want to get with you tonight but I can’t now baby girl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you later on (later on)
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home (I get home)
Baby, I been thinking lately
So much about you
Everything about you, I like it, I love it
Kissing you in public
Thinking nothing of it
Roses by the dozen
Talking on the phone
Baby you so sexy your voice is so lovely
I love your complexion
I miss ya, I miss ya, I miss ya
I really wanna kiss you but I can’t
6-7-8 Triple 9-8-2-1-2
Take me you know that I miss you but I wanna Kiss ya
I wanna get with you tonight but I can’t now baby girl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
I’ll see you later on (later on)
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home (I get home)
She call my phone like
(da da dadadadadada dadadadadada dadadada da)
We on the phone like
(da da dadadadadada dadadadadada dadadada da)
We taking pics like
(da da dadadadadada dadadadadada dadadada da)
She dial my number like
(da da dadadadadada dadadada…)
6-7-8 Triple 9-8-2-1-2
Take me you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you tonight but I can’t now baby girl
And that’s the issue
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can’t right now so baby kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
I’ll see you later on (later on)
Kiss me thru the phone
(kiss me thru the phone)
See you when I get home (I get home)
Artist: Soulja Boy
Album: souljaboytellem.com
Release Date: 2007
SoTD: Lady GaGa – Poker Face
05/27/2009 at 23:01 | In 2000s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD, Video | Leave a CommentMum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
I wanna hold em’ like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you’re with me I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it’s love if its not rough it isn’t fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
I won’t tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
’Cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin
I’m not lying I’m just stunnin’ with my love-glue-gunning
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I’m marvelous
Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(she’s got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
Artist: Lady GaGa
Album: Poker Face
Release Date: 2008
SoTD: Jimmy Haskel And Linda Laurie – Land Of The Lost Theme
05/26/2009 at 23:01 | In 1970s, Lyrics, SoTD, Video, Videos | Leave a CommentI watched the Land Of The Lost marathon on the SciFi channel allll day yesterday and now the show’s theme song is rolling around in my head.
–
Marshall, Will, and Holly
On a routine expedition
Met the greatest earthquake ever known.
High on the rapids
It struck their tiny raft.
And plunged them down a thousand feet below.
To the Land of the Lost.
To the Land of the Lost.
To the Land of the Lost.
Artist: Sid And Marty Kroft
Album: Land Of The Lost
Release Date: 1974
SoTD: Tori Amos – Butterfly
05/25/2009 at 23:01 | In 1990s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD, Video | Leave a Comment
Stinky soul, get a little lost in my own,
Hey general, need a little love in that hole of yours.
One ways, now, and Saturdays and our kittens all wrapped in cement.
From cradle to gumdrops
Got me running girl as fast as I can and
Is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried
Daddy dear, if I can kill one man why not two?
Well, nurses smile when you got iron veins
You cant stain their pretty shoes and pom poms and cherry blondes
And their kittens still wrapped in cement.
From gods saviors to gumdrops
Got me running girl as fast as I can and
Is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried.
Got a pretty, pretty garden, pretty garden, yes.
Got me a pretty, pretty garden, a pretty garden, yes.
Got me a pretty, pretty garden, a pretty garden
Artist: Tori Amos
Album: Higher Learning OST
Release Date: 1995
SoTD: The Cars – Bye Bye Love
05/24/2009 at 23:01 | In 1970s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD, Video | Leave a CommentI can’t feel this way much longer
expecting to survive
with all these hidden innuendoes
just waiting to arrive
It’s such a wavy midnight
and you slip into insane
Electric angel rock and roller
I hear what you’re playin’
It’s an orangey sky
Always it’s some other guy
It’s just a broken alibi
Bye bye love
Bye bye love
Bye bye love
Bye bye love
Substitution mass confusion
clouds inside your head
Involving all my energies
until you visited
With your eyes of porcelain and of blue
they shock me into sense
You think you’re so illustrious
You call yourself intense
It’s an orangey sky
always it’s some other guy
It’s just a broken alibi
Bye bye love
Bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love
Bye bye love-ov-ov-ove
Substitution mass confusion
clouds inside your head
Well foggin’ all my energies
until you visited
With your eyes of porcelain and of blue
they shock me into sense
You think you’re so illustrious
you call yourself intense
It’s an orangey sky
Always it’s some other guy
It’s just a broken alibi
Bye bye love
Bye bye love
Bye bye love
Bye bye love
Artist: The Cars
Album: The Cars
Release Date: 1978
SoTD: Dirty Epics – We’re Coming Up
05/24/2009 at 00:01 | In 2000s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD, Video | Leave a CommentArtist: Dirty Epics
Album: Straight In, No Kiss
Release Date: 2008
SoTD: The Thompson Twins – Lies
05/23/2009 at 00:01 | In 1980s, Lyrics, Music, SoTD, Video | Leave a CommentYou told me you loved me
so i don’t understand
Why promises are snapped in two
and words are made to bend
(the bigger, the better)
some stolen from Japan
Collected from around the world,
They’ll catch you if they can
Lies lies lies yeah
Lies lies lies yeah
Lies lies lies yeah
Do i have to catch you out
to know what’s on your mind
Well, Cleopatra died for Egypt,
What a waste of time
White ones and red ones
and some you can’t disguise
Twisted truth and half the news
can’t hide it in your eyes
Lies lies lies yeah
Lies lies lies yeah
Lies lies lies yeah
Do i have to catch you out
to know what’s on your mind
Well, Cleopatra died for Egypt,
What a waste of time
You say you’ll try harder
but i think it’s just too late
Well, the car is revving in the drive,
and I’m not the sort to wait
The bigger, the better
Some nicked from old Saigon
Collected from around the world
Love lies on and an and on and on and on and
Lies lies lies yeah (they’re gonna get you)
Lies lies lies yeah (they won’t forget you)
Lies lies lies yeah (they’re gonna get you)
Lies lies lies yeah
Oh you know i know
Lies lies lies yeah
Lies lies lies yeah
Lies lies lies yeah
Do i have to catch you out
To know what’s on your mind
Well, Cleopatra died for Egypt,
What a waste of time
Oh you know i know
Lies lies lies yeah
Lies lies lies yeah
Lies lies lies yeah
Do i have to catch you out
To know what’s on your mind
Well, Cleopatra died for Egypt,
What a waste of time
Artist: The Thompson Twins
Album: Quick Step And Side Kick
Release Date: 1983
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