All The Teenage Rage - music

I LOVE FALL OUT BOY lol..

noreply@blogspirit.com (Kalila BOOKER) — Fri, 09 Dec 2005 20:00:44 -0500

I love Fall out Boy's Dance, Dance. I mean theres like not one day I don't listen to it. I love it ALOT!!

Chris Brown... ♥ ♥ omg so sexC

noreply@blogspirit.com (Kalila BOOKER) — Sat, 19 Nov 2005 21:46:19 -0500

Man tell me Chris Brown don't look good lmao....

Lyrics "Lost & found"

noreply@blogspirit.com (Kalila BOOKER) — Sat, 09 Apr 2005 19:34:26 -0400

[INTRO]
Original - A first form from which varieties arise
An authentic work of art as opposed to an imitation or reproduction

[CHORUS]
Why should I try to sound like ya'll sound
That's what's wrong with the rap game right now
Man, it's like a circus wit a bunch of clowns
Wit a bunch of clicks I'll probably rap circles around

[VERSE 1]
I spit heatrock and I ain't talking rollin
Soon as the beat knock I'm crowd controlling
When I hear ya'll that a awful sound
I don't ride beats I take them off the ground
Land them somewhere show them the town
Even on foreign ground I let them know I'm around
I don't follow everybody when it's time to rap
At one time everybody thought the world was flat
Sounds like you that was my intention
I paid dues now dudes pay attention
I live for it even though the flicks is hittin'
Cribs sick you can see the booth from the kitchen
Speak on it cause I saw it happen
This is hip hop dawg
I ain't just rappin
Ya'll looking at a real MC
Man you couldn't check a mic for me

[CHORUS]

Why should I try to sound like ya'll sound
That's what's wrong wit the rap game right now
Why should I try to flow the way ya'll flow
Or do a show like ya'll show
Naw that ain't where my head at now
Ya'll in the hip hop lost and found
Man, that's wrong with the rap game right now
It's like a circus wit a bunch of clowns
Wit a bunch of clicks
I'll probably rap circles around

[VERSE 2]
Let's talk about rhyme capability
Let's talk about hip hop versatility
Let's talk about taking the game beyond
Now how the hell we gon have a battle of wits
Trick you ain't armed
Let's talk about love for the game
I mean real love
Back before there was fame
I'm real wit it
I ain't claiming to reign
But when ya'll talk about rap
Ya'll gon start saying my name
For real though I ain't playin
Plenty of ya'll love a brotha just scared to say it
Yo the first ever rap grammy
Let's talk about the only reason yo ass went to Miami
(Yup) truck wit rims (check) throw back jersey (check)
champagne bottles (check) lot's of models (check)
Damn that's the list for 90 percent of ya'll videos and songs
Am I wrong

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]
LOST
When you a slave to the biz
Wit no care for the cost of what you sayin to kids
FOUND
Is when ya lyrics are a test of time
And your mom hear that your spirit is blessed divine
LOST
Is when you rhyme til your throat gets sore
But you don't even believe what you say no more
FOUND
Is when you bleed heart into the mic
And the pain you sustain it can change a life
LOST
Is when you hide behind the freedom of speech
While sure you're free to do it
But what it mean to do it
Did you mean to do it
Did you need to do it
Did you take time to think about the seeds you ruined
FOUND Is ESCO, dead PREZ and them
FOUND Is Lauren Hill
FOUND Is Rakim
FOUND Can be you
If you felt the message and ask yourself this questioin

[CHORUS OUT]

Lyrics "Hotline"

noreply@blogspirit.com (Kalila BOOKER) — Sat, 09 Apr 2005 19:28:16 -0400

Turn me up

C I A R A LETS GO

Ooh im so glad u came
Cause u are the cutest thing
Beauty should be ur name
And i should be your lady baby
Tell me where you been all my life
Cuz ur so sexy and i,
Like to make u the one
Baby heres my number

[chorus]
Call me up
Hot line i got some conversation
I can be your operator
Baby you should call me later
Because you are so fine
I hope that your not playin
Cuz im lovin wat ur sayin
Baby dontcha keep me waitin
Call me up hotline
You are so fine yeaa your so fine
I can be ur operator
Call me up hot line you are so fine
Your so fine dontcha keep me waitin call me up

[VERSE 2]
Listen, dont tell me nething (uh uh) keep it real wit me (uh huh)
U say ur single and
Ur ready to mingle
Ur sayin the rite things baby
Man i want u so bad
Gotta make u my man
Ur wat i need in my life
Baby theres no time to waste
I said all i wana say
You kno that im feelin u
I kno that ur feelin me
Page me now dont wana stop
Anything for u and i
Be there when u need me baby anytime u need me

[chorus]

All my single folks we guna get down
Take it to the floor
Rite now take it to the floor
All the ones in love we gon get down take it to the floor
Rite now take it to the floor

[chorus]

Call me up thats wassup call me up mm mm call me up

Lyrics "Oh" Love this song

noreply@blogspirit.com (Kalila BOOKER) — Sat, 09 Apr 2005 19:23:57 -0400

[Verse 1:]
This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac
White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floatin on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo'?
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like

[Chorus:]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it ghetto, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

[Verse 2:]
Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin' ball
Still smoke hunny smoke, wood-grain on tha wall
Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones
Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Wishin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo'?
Shawty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like

[Chorus:]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it ghtto, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

[Rap (Luda):]
Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin’ down in a different color whip (whip, whip)
Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick
Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit (hit, hit)
Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get
Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha ‘Lac, Im flexin still
Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal
And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels
Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel
Trunk-rattlin’ what’s happenin’, huh?
I don’t even think I need to speed
Bass-travelin’, face-crackilin’ huh?
Turn it up and make the speakers bleed
Dirty south we ballin’ dawg
And neva think about fallin dawg
Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz tha song is gold

[Hook: (2x)]
Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it ghetto, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh
Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

Lyrics "Obsession" Love this song

noreply@blogspirit.com (Kalila BOOKER) — Sat, 09 Apr 2005 19:19:26 -0400

(Check check ...this happened for real ...baby bash..yo.. frankie j.... obession)

Its early in the morning
And my heart is really lonely
Just thinkin 'bout you baby
Gots me twisted in the head
And I dont know how to take it
But its driving me so crazy
I dont know if its right
Im tossin turning in my bed
Its 5 oclock in the morning
And I still cant sleep
Thinkin 'bout your beauty it makes me
weep
i'm feeling hopeless in my heart
I dont know what to do i think i'm in love
Baby...

[chorus]
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
than what am i feeling
what am i doing wrong
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Its just an illusion that I have in my heart

Now I know you're not my lady but i'm tryin to make this right
I dont know what to do Im going out of my mind
So baby if u let me kick it witchu then well maybe we could ride together
We could do this all nite now I dont care if you got a man
Baby I wish you'd understand
Cuz I know he cant love u right, quite like I can
Its 5 oclock in the morning
And i still cant sleep
Thinkin bout your beauty it makes me
weep
i'm feeling hopeless in my heart
I dont know what to do i think i'm in love

[chorus]
Amor no es amor (if this aint love)
then what am i feeling
what am i doing wrong
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Is this an illusion that I have in my heart

I love the way you freak it like that
I love the way you freak it like that
I love the way you freak it like that
Its an obsession

[Baby Bash]
Hold up let me dream
Shorty got me feelin serene
Where my candy, where my cream
Got your boy feel less supreme
Hold up wait a minute baby you so damn independent
Loving everything your representing
Got alot of money, I love to spend it
And thats whats up and I dont care what people scream
No im blessin when im stressin
My superfly beauty queen
Im gonna keep it saucy
Cuz my ma know how I do, we go rendevous here goes this song out to you

[chorus]
Amor...no es amor (if this aint love)
then what am i feeling (what am i doing wrong) what am I doing so wrong [echo]
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Is this an illusion that I have in my heart
Amor...no es amor (if this aint love)
then what am i feeling (what am i doing wrong) what am I doing so wrong [echo]
Amor...no es amor (if this aint love)
Is this an illusion that I have in my heart

Amor

Here

noreply@blogspirit.com (Kalila BOOKER) — Tue, 01 Feb 2005 17:22:29 -0500

I am doing this that way yous can comment.