Lirik Lagu $85 Bucks An Hour - Twiztid
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(Violent J)Chillin' at the studio...Chillin at the studio, 85 bucks an hour so hurry up and loop abeat Mike. Come on!(Music starts)
Uh, Uh, UhI'm Violent J but my homies call me ShitheadBut that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J bitchI put my boys on a track even though they suck
(Dave)Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a fuck
(Violent J)I did a record deal, I signed a contractTechnically, for Island I can only rapWell fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spitEven though I got a cold and I sound like shitWhat the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phatYou heard this beat eighty times I'ma still freak itAnd if you notice, my shit don't even rhyme...Look at that. I ain't even got a rap and it's still phatMy shit went gold, I got fat knotsAnd you're still flyer'in parking lotsYou might say my vocals are up too loudSo I'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off!Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our penisesHere comes the chorus, but I got no hookInstead I'll just fuck with the phone book
(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up)Hello?
(Slim Anus)Yeah uh, Harry Sacks Please?
(Guy)Who is this?
(Slim Anus)Uh Harry, hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery,uh, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,you filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh,garage.We got a casement of fudge. We need as many packers as wecan get, uh uh Sacks.
(Guy)...Hello?
(Music Starts)Uh Uh
(Jamie Maddrox)My name is Jamie Maddrox and I got fat ballsI'm always urinating in the motel hallsI got a big head that never fits a hatSo you ain't see me wearing a damn thing green bitchI'm far from rich, I gotta hooptyWith a smash in the fender, and in the back tooI gotta a broken tail light and I'll smash youBitch, get outta my way. We got clown loveFat props to the lyrical Tom Dove
(Monoxide Child)It's the M-O-N-O, and I can't even spell the restIt takes too long and I need a fuckin' cigaretteI can't hear, my right ear's mad wackSo shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kickin'I slap hoes and call them bitches to thier faceAnd scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place"So back up, recognize and check nuts'Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!
(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up)????????
(Mo' Styles)Yo, this is Mo' Styles in this piece, what's up son?
(Guy)Hello?
(Mo' Styles)Yeah, what's up son? I'm lookin' fo this deal,you know what I'm sayin'? Igot raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo' Styles?I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this shit or what?
(Guy)Who's this?
(Mo' Styles)Word up son. I'm Mo' Styles, I'm straight from the hood.I got all my peoples on 1-800 Crenshaw. We comin' hard.
(Music Starts)Bring it, bring it, bring it
(Shaggy 2 Dope)My names 2 Dope, and sometimes ShaggySometimes Shags, and sometimes GreedyI get mad stupid, I gets mad illLocked down in all five, fuck it, I do this stillStretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouthShake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvisLast kid that stepped,I applied a Camel Clutch and stretched his back likemotherfuckin' bungee jumpWAAAAAAH!
(Music Cuts to Violent J)I'm Violent J back to make you smile moreI let my nutsack drag on the tile floorI kick free styles, for milesMy gold comes in piles, I worked on Bell Isle...I picked up deer shit, and now I spit raps...I snap your neck...'Cause my freestyles are fresh...
(Door Opens, closes)
Uh, Uh, UhI'm Violent J but my homies call me ShitheadBut that's my homies, to you I'm Violent J bitchI put my boys on a track even though they suck
(Dave)Yo dawg, I'm Dave and I don't give a fuck
(Violent J)I did a record deal, I signed a contractTechnically, for Island I can only rapWell fuck that, with Twiztid I'ma still spitEven though I got a cold and I sound like shitWhat the fuck was that? Fuck it, leave it in, that shit is phatYou heard this beat eighty times I'ma still freak itAnd if you notice, my shit don't even rhyme...Look at that. I ain't even got a rap and it's still phatMy shit went gold, I got fat knotsAnd you're still flyer'in parking lotsYou might say my vocals are up too loudSo I'ma turn 'em up louder to piss you off!Psycopathic records are geniuses, get off our penisesHere comes the chorus, but I got no hookInstead I'll just fuck with the phone book
(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up)Hello?
(Slim Anus)Yeah uh, Harry Sacks Please?
(Guy)Who is this?
(Slim Anus)Uh Harry, hey this is Slim Anus down at the cannery,uh, Dick Shooter left a bulletin, something about, uh,you filling in his slot tonight down at the, uh,garage.We got a casement of fudge. We need as many packers as wecan get, uh uh Sacks.
(Guy)...Hello?
(Music Starts)Uh Uh
(Jamie Maddrox)My name is Jamie Maddrox and I got fat ballsI'm always urinating in the motel hallsI got a big head that never fits a hatSo you ain't see me wearing a damn thing green bitchI'm far from rich, I gotta hooptyWith a smash in the fender, and in the back tooI gotta a broken tail light and I'll smash youBitch, get outta my way. We got clown loveFat props to the lyrical Tom Dove
(Monoxide Child)It's the M-O-N-O, and I can't even spell the restIt takes too long and I need a fuckin' cigaretteI can't hear, my right ear's mad wackSo shut the fuck up and listen or get an ass kickin'I slap hoes and call them bitches to thier faceAnd scream "Now fuck off bitch, Twiztid in the place"So back up, recognize and check nuts'Cause simply my dear, I don't give a fuck!
(Music cuts. Phone rings, a guy picks up)????????
(Mo' Styles)Yo, this is Mo' Styles in this piece, what's up son?
(Guy)Hello?
(Mo' Styles)Yeah, what's up son? I'm lookin' fo this deal,you know what I'm sayin'? Igot raps to bust fo y'all. Y'all ready fo Mo' Styles?I'm 'bout to kick this flow, y'all ready fo this shit or what?
(Guy)Who's this?
(Mo' Styles)Word up son. I'm Mo' Styles, I'm straight from the hood.I got all my peoples on 1-800 Crenshaw. We comin' hard.
(Music Starts)Bring it, bring it, bring it
(Shaggy 2 Dope)My names 2 Dope, and sometimes ShaggySometimes Shags, and sometimes GreedyI get mad stupid, I gets mad illLocked down in all five, fuck it, I do this stillStretch my nuts back like a slingshot and plant 'em in your mouthShake my hips like Elvis, wiggling my pelvisLast kid that stepped,I applied a Camel Clutch and stretched his back likemotherfuckin' bungee jumpWAAAAAAH!
(Music Cuts to Violent J)I'm Violent J back to make you smile moreI let my nutsack drag on the tile floorI kick free styles, for milesMy gold comes in piles, I worked on Bell Isle...I picked up deer shit, and now I spit raps...I snap your neck...'Cause my freestyles are fresh...
(Door Opens, closes)
