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    Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3 Lyrical Guide
    
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    Introduction
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    I am writing this guide because I feel that THPS3 (Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3) is
    chock full of many wonderful songs. The lyrics to these songs, however, can of-
    ten be difficult to determine, because many of the songs have been edited for
    content or remixed. Also, it's good to have ONE PLACE on the internet where 
    you can find lyrics for all of the songs in THPS3.
    
    Due to site restrictions, I cannot give you the fully uncensored versions of 
    the songs (please stop asking!), but I can give you as close an estimate as 
    possible.
    
    I hope you enjoy reading this guide as much as I enjoyed writing it.
    
    -Talon1324
    
    !UPDATE! 5/7/03	
    
    "Arachnoid" has been so kind as to give me the lyrics for "N pulse" by the 
    Mad Capsule Markets. Let's all give him a cookie :)
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    Lyrics
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    Artist: A.F.I.
    
    Song: The Boy Who Destroyed The World
    
    Once there was a boy who had vibrant glow (OH, OH, OH, OH)
    But, as it goes, someone took it from him
    One day through the rain I heard him meekly moan, (OH, OH, OH, OH)
    He said, "Will you wrap your arms around me...as I'm falling?" 
    
    Remember where, remember when, remember when we were like so beautiful?
    (Never Again, Never Again)
    But since then we've lost our glow
    
    They said it hurt their eyes but he would never know (OH OH OH OH)
    That they were filled with regret as their own dissipated
    He said, "I now feel more desperately alone, (OH, OH, OH, OH)
    Even though they wrapped their arms around me...as I'd fallen." 
    
    Remember where, remember when, remember when we were like so beautiful?
    (Never Again, Never Again)
    But since then we've lost our glow
    
    Remember where, remember when, remember when we were like so beautiful?
    (Never Again, Never Again)
    But since then we've lost our glow
    
    They said it hurt their eyes, 
    But he would never know 
    That they were claiming regret as their as their own as their...
    As their...own dissipated
    As their...own dissipated
    As their...own dissipated
    
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    Artist: Adolescents
    
    Song: Amoeba
    
    Amoeba (x8)
    
    We are scientists, in our lab
    Looking through the microscope
    The little glass slides, they never lie
    HOW DARE THEY SPOIL MY CODE!
    
    I've never seen anything like it before
    This amoeba's got a mind of its own
    But don't turn your back, stupid science world
    This is reaching for the telephone
    
    Amoeba (x8)
    
    What's up creature?
    You want something
    I know it's alive
    You're better off dead
    If you only know
    Your boy likes taking a dive
    
    I've never seen anything like it before
    This amoeba's got a mind of its own
    But don't turn your back, stupid science world
    This is reaching for the telephone
    
    Amoeba (x18)
    
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    Artist: Alien Ant Farm
    
    Song: Wish
    
    
    Proud, proud is to hear it all (yeah, yeah)
    Proud, ah proud, proud is to watch us fall (yeah, yeah)
    Make a wish, make a succotash wish
    You live the pompous life
    Throw kisses all the time
    Make wishes, don't break mine
    
    Make a wish, make a succotash wish
    You live the pompous life
    Throw kisses all the time
    Don't break mine, don't break mine, don't break mine, don't break mine 
    (Not now)
    
    (Time yourself; break my wish! Yeah, WISH! Yeah, WISH! [yeah])
    
    Cold fire, used to inspire all, not now
    These are tired; maybe they'll find their niche
    Or resort to wish
    
    Make a wish, make a succotash wish
    You live the pompous life
    Throw kisses all the time
    Make wishes, don't break mine
    
    Make a wish, make a succotash wish
    You live the pompous life
    Throw kisses all the time
    Make wishes don't break-
    
    (Time yourself; break my wish! Yeah, WISH! Yeah, WISH! [yeah]) (x2)
    
    Don't be low, you better watch the road (x2)
    Don't be low, you've got the strength and the (censored)
    Don't be low, you better watch the road (x2)
    Don't be low, you've got the strength and the (censored)
    
    #Chorus# (x2)
    
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    Artist: Bodyjar
    
    Song: Not the Same
    
    Think of all the things I do
    And I still hold the thought of you
    With someone else I know it's true
    So far away
    
    And I can only hold my breath
    And start to die a lonely death
    With you and me and all the rest
    So far away, yeah...
    
    Don't say I told you so
    One thing you'll never know
    
    You're not the same
    You've changed
    I don't need you anyway
    You're not the person that I believed in yesterday
    (x2)
    
    I can't hold it back you see
    I know it all comes back to me
    You must have practiced hard to be
    So far away
    
    Never wanted me to show
    Just write me off I'll let you go
    And now there's more for you to know
    So far away
    
    Don't say I told you so
    One thing you'll never know
    
    You're not the same
    You've changed
    I don't need you anyway
    You're not the person that I believed in yesterday
    
    You're not the same
    You've changed
    Something's missing anyway
    You're not the person that I believed in yesterday
    
    Don't say I told you so
    One thing you'll never know
    
    You're not the same
    You've changed
    I don't need you anyway
    You're not the person that I believed in yesterday
    (x2)
    
    That I believed in yesterday
    
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    Artist: CKY
    
    Song: 96 Quite Bitter Beings
    
    With my perceptions in a mix, down 20 miles through the Styx
    To the cloudy town of Hellview population 96
    Excessive vacancy, well maybe in the shadow of an eye
    All the strangers pass right through it where the rules just don't apply
    
    At the fork turn left a store, but on the right stay free from sight
    Cause 96 quite bitter beings like to stack the bodies high
    The only way to ever leave is over flooded by the storm
    And entanglement in Hellview brings you fear in 50 forms
    They've deleted all the tourists at the bottom of the lake
    And not one supports the cause to leave the blood stay in the veins
    
    Here three miles back is where we are
    All we ever wanted was an answer
    The civilized are close yet way too far
    All we ever wanted was an answer
    
    Footprints giving clue to where we are
    All we ever wanted was answer
    The civilized are close yet way too far
    All we ever wanted
    
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    Artist: Del the Funky Homosapien
    
    Song: If You Must
    
    It's important to practice good hygiene,
    At least if you want to run with my team.
    I'm ‘bout to get into some **** that I've seen.
    
    This fool's breath ferments so bad it'll melt your ice cream.
    They say don't say nothing if you cant say nice things
    Sittin' too close and hear my boy made my eye sting
    I tried to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum
    I was a victim of breath on hum
    
    Running his yap about what sets he from
    Gotta get some gum, gotta gets him some
    He turned it down, his teeth was brown
    Excruciating, foreign, it was a new sensation
    
    I had to ask the dope to pass the soap
    Cuz his toe had the stench of crustations
    Of bathrooms in the bus station
    He had a can of O.E. and some raisins
    Amazin'
    
    Head to toe BO, he didn't know
    Used to the fragrance
    Just as the days went without bathin'
    He felt manly and not like a maiden
    He had one dread and fungus
    
    Said he worked on people's toilets with plungers
    Girls, not a guy who you'd want ta (censored)
    So guys take your cue from this little number
    
    You gotta wash your ***, if you must
    You gotta wash your hair, if you must
    You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
    Or else you'll be funk-ay
    To wash up
    
    You gotta wash your ***, if you must
    You gotta wash your hair, if you must
    You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
    Or else you'll be funk-ay
    To wash up
    To, to, to wash up
    To, to, to, to wash up
    To, to, to wash up
    To, to, to, to wash up
    
    Now in class you need total concentration,
    But there's kids in the back holding conversations
    Crackin' on each other and neither were poster boys
    Both of ‘em smelled like the type that soap avoid
    
    Coast enjoyed a leave of absence
    One fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks
    Brimstone
    Girls would never bring him home
    
    I was laughin' and his friend raised his tone and said:
    [different voice]   Bud, you rolled all over yourself
    Yeah, I'll go so deep on your *** you'd be submerged
    Like you need to do in water cuz you smell like a (censored)
    Want a cap, get some courage your feet smell lurid
    But look it up and while you at it get a cup
    And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle
    
    You get our vote for most stinkiest
    That ****** started thinking the ****
    Said I was frail, I said he was stale
    Under arms is right, undergarments might
    Bout the leap out your holy sweats
    Then we hold him messin’ after this I'm gonna collect
    ****** check yourself, respect yourself
    And watch your (censored) body ‘fore your sweatshirt melt
    You're radioactive, no lady find you attractive
    The funk got you captive
    You don't need a map, *****
    
    You gotta wash your ***, if you must
    You gotta wash your hair, if you must
    You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
    Or else you'll be funk-ay
    To wash up
    
    You gotta wash your ***, if you must
    You gotta wash your hair, if you must
    You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
    Or else you'll be funk-ay
    To wash up
    To, to wash up
    To, to, to wash up
    To, to, to, to wash up
    To, to, to wash up
    
    ‘ave some , ‘ave some, ‘ave some soap for my face
    a- a- ‘ave some soap for my face
    a- a- a- a- ‘ave some soap for my face
    a- a- ‘ave some soap for my face [fading away]
    
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    Artist: Guttermouth
    
    Song: I'm Destroying the World
    
    Hey Mark it's fourth and goal
    Why don't you get your dad a beer
    And do us all a favor
    Get your punk *** out of here
    
    Dear, I think our son's retarded
    He likes to read not watch tv
    Mark never plays no football
    With the kids across the street
    
    Hey mom hey dad yeah sports are great
    If you like touching other men
    But when we touch each other off the field
    Well, this becomes a sin
    
    So I understand you think I'm slow
    But I don't want to be like you
    Because of you and mommy it's what I was
    Born to do (yeehaw)
    
    I'm destroying the world
    I don't really give a **** cuz it feels so
    ******* cool
    
    I'm destroying the world
    I don't really give a **** no
    
    Sorry son, we understand
    That you just don't fit in
    So I filled your mom's prescription
    You'll be one of us again
    
    Hey! I don't give a **** bout what you think
    You made me just who I am
    I'm taking up the banjo
    To execute my evil plan
    
    #Chorus# (x2)
    
    (Don't get it)
    
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    Artist: House of Pain
    
    Song: I'm A Swing It
    
    I'm a swing it
    Watch me bring it to the next level
    To grab DeNevel's 
    Getting funky like the devil
    
    Brothers from the Bijou
    So why you wanna trip
    Just play the side lines
    Kid, and wait for me to slip
    
    Cause I can feel it in the air tonight
    But yo I'm not Phil Collins
    I'm more like Henry Rollins
    Cause I'm search and destroy
    You wanna toy wit the plot
    
    Tryin to get what I got
    You might get- shot
    Hot **** manna's son
    Ya got ebonics
    
    They teach ya how to write
    I'm writing like I'm hooked on phonics
    Mother goose aint got **** on me
    Cause I'll get loose at the jam
    And wreck the whole party
    
    I make 'em jump and mosh
    Oh my gosh
    Just slammin in the pit 
    When I'm kickin my ****
    
    They buggin in the isles
    Cause I got madd styles
    And aint a **** thing funny
    I get money in piles
    
    Some poeple thought I'd die
    Thats just a rumour, though
    Others thought I'd follow up
    But now I'm numero-
    Uno, Dos, not Quatro
    Word to Kool Keith
    I'm a break up ya teeth
    
    When I die, Bury me (me)
    Hang my (censored) on the cherry tree (tree)
    Let them get ripe
    Then take a bite
    And if they don't taste right
    Then dont blame me
    
    You need to quit swingin,
    The styles that I'm bringin
    The Funk knuckled dragon
    Who gets on the wagon
    I'm not the 12 stepper
    Dont play me like a lever
    My mike sounds nice
    But it's not salt and pepper
    
    Well it's the man 
    With the plan
    To get all your skins
    The tip on my ****
    Is where the line begins
    Wit all those former lines
    Take off that swine
    I'll git your *** butt-naked
    Lets see if you can take it
    Cause I'll make you feel
    Like a natural woman
    
    Cause I keep it comin
    I'm the everlastin'
    Free style assasin
    With soul in my goal 
    Is to bring a little passion
    To your girl's life
    Like the daily soaps
    Throw down on the bed
    And tie her up with ropes
    
    [Chorus 2]
    The Lyrics keep on and just on and 
    The Lyrics keep on and just on and 
    The Lyrics keep on and just on and 
    On and just on and on and just on and [x2]
    
    [Chorus 1]
    
    I'm just another ranger with the Derry face
    Punk (censored) in the prime of my race
    You need step back, kid
    And give me some space
    and rock the cold shot
    
    At the party
    When I'm rockin the place
    Danny Boy's arrivin
    With the standard 65
    In the heft don't laugh kid
    The graft is survivin
    
    The outlaw bike 
    With my ***** thats on the 
    Highway to Hell
    Cause I never tell
    
    Well it's the funk back breaker
    Weeded up like Jamaica
    Dont bring your woman to the party 
    Cause I'll take her
    
    Hit the deck
    Cause I'm down wit the hoolies
    I got a trunk 
    Full of funk
    Like the Groovey Doolies
    
    I'm not the man 
    Brotha asked who was he
    Quik's got the hair-do
    Just like Ruth Buzzy
    runnin' round 
    
    Like you been to jail, son
    But ya hit the swatly
    To get your hair and your nails done
    
    Get off my ****
    Cause your **** is wack
    Ya diss me
    And I'm a diss you back
    
    [Chorus 1 (x2)]
    
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    Artist: KRS One
    
    Song: Hush
    
    Uh-huh
    What you thought? We was done?
    What you thought? (yeah yeah yeah)
    Yo, back again
    Yo, back again (what's that?)
    Word
    C'mon!
    
    A known face and scaly hat don't make you a thug
    An armored suit and pair of tips don't make you a thug
    An arm and a gat don't make you a thug
    A real thug is a thug that's HUSH!
    
    A known face and scaly hat don't make you a thug
    An armored suit and pair of tips don't make you a thug
    An arm and a gat don't make you a thug
    A real thug is a thug that's HUSH!
    
    Yo, yo, check it
    Let us begin
    KRS winning again
    KRS One did it again
    KRS gettin' at them
    
    Look at them!
    They did it again
    I think my gun just gonna start clicking again
    
    Take that!
    I always spit back
    Anybody call my name I'll go get that!
    
    In fact, we draggin' 'em out
    To a deserted route
    Since he can't return
    No one must learn; the word is out!
    
    No doubt
    I'll be respected
    Front page records
    Off the hook, yet still connected
    
    Are you teaching yourself, teaching yourself?
    I'm like history repeatin' itself
    Criminal minds, you've been blinded again
    
    Looking for my style- you can't find it again!
    You can find these others that may SOUND like KRS
    But when it comes to hands, they don't get down like KRS!
    
    They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs
    Never had to respect the Crips and Bloods!
    Never knew B.O., they never knew Big Punch
    They never battled MC's, they never bust they gun!
    
    They don't know that!
    All they know is they show that
    That's digital audio tape if you don't know that
    Now go back and get my name correct
    Before I snatch that "platinum" around your neck!
    
    A dope rap and private chain don't make you a thug
    A phat ride with chrome don't make you a thug
    That tough guy took don't make you a thug
    A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! (x2)
    
    (Get 'em KRS!)
    
    What mean the world to me?
    H-I-P-H-O-P
    And yes I am
    O-N-E
    and G-O-D
    I stay low-key
    
    I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan
    Then return to heaven, where Scott the Rocker's waitin'
    Resurrection, just like my brown complextion
    When I speak, I don't need protection from the heat
    
    I walk these streets, and I'm quick to hit first
    Throw down any beat, I'll be quick to spit first!
    And rip town, I take one look around, and all you hear is
    GET DOWN! GET DOWN! GET DOWN!
    
    Knowledge reigns supreme, I stay on blast
    That's why these rappers want me to go on last
    That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the deal
    Forget sex appeal, my tactic's real!
    
    And my rep is real
    KRS (whoop whoop whoop)
    That's the sound of EMS!
    That wrap on your head had best stay white
    'Cuz I could turn that red in a minute, aight?
    
    Now go back and get my name correct
    Before I snatch some diamonds from 'round your neck!
    
    Once again, GET MY NAME CORRECT!
    'for I snatch that platinum from around your neck!
    
    A known face and scaly hat don't make you a thug
    An armored suit and pair of tips don't make you a thug
    An arm and a gat don't make you a thug
    A real thug is a thug that's HUSH!
    
    A dope rap and private chain don't make you a thug
    A phat ride with chrome don't make you a thug
    That tough guy took don't make you a thug
    A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! 
    
    Yeah, yeah, yo, yo yo!
    
    To all my fans that wanna see an improvement
    In hip-hop culture, JOIN THIS MOVEMENT
    We need more glocks than my man Freddy Fox
    
    The knowledge I spit to the clique it don't stop!
    That hardcore, jarredcore, ready to START WAR
    Rock more, shock more, TOP YOUR POP TOUR!
    
    I'm sure I'll drop the grades to zero
    When the teacher return, I don't chase denioro
    
    Like "we're yo! We're yo!" 
    They're living in fear, yo!
    It's a jungle sometime, but I've got my spear, yo!
    
    Thousands sneak attack, that's what it is
    KRS One spitting facts again!
    
    A known face and scaly hat don't make you a thug
    An armored suit and pair of tips don't make you a thug
    An arm and a gat don't make you a thug
    A real thug is a thug that's HUSH!
    
    A dope rap and private chain don't make you a thug
    A phat ride with chrome don't make you a thug
    That tough guy took don't make you a thug
    A real thug is a thug that's HUSH! 
    
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    Artist: Mad Capsule Markets 
    
    Song: N Pulse
    
    (LYRICS SUBMITTED BY GAMEFAQS USER ARACHNOID)
    
    You comin' through get in the crowd
    You come in crew it turns me on
    You comin' through get in the crowd, we start
    
    #Chorus#
    You comin' through get in the crowd
    You come in crew it turns me on
    You comin' through get in the crowd, we start
    #/Chorus#
    
    You can do anything whatever you want
    So, no need to hesitate, future's right there
    Make our own rules
    
    You can do anything whatever you want
    So, no need to hesitate, future's right there
    Kick it now
    
    (Chorus)
    
    Correct or wack, check yourself
    Stake yourself before you upset
    That's the way we do all the time
    Correct or wack, check yourself
    Open your mind, open mind
    Open your mind, open mind
    Open your mind, open mind
    Open your mind, open mind
    
    (Chorus)
    
    You can do anything whatever you want
    So, no need to hesitate, future's right there
    Make our own rules
    
    You can do anything whatever you want
    So, no need to hesitate, future's right there
    Kick it now
    
    (Chorus)
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    Artist: Motorhead
    
    Song: Ace of Spades
    
    If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
    You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me
    The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say
    I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
    The Ace Of Spades
    The Ace Of Spades
    
    Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil,
    Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,
    Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,
    Double up or quit, double stake or split,
    The Ace Of Spades
    The Ace Of spades
    
    You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,
    But that's the way I like it baby,
    I don't wanna live for ever,
    And don't forget the joker!
    
    Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
    Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,
    I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,
    The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,
    The Ace Of Spades
    
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    Artist: Nextmen
    
    Song: Amongst the Madness
    
    Level...one
    
    [Random techno-ish stuff]
    
    #There are some lyrics here, but they are speaking too quickly for me to
    understand them. If you have the lyrics, PLEASE e-mail them to me at
    Emumaster4@hotmail.com. I'll give you credit, of course.
    
    Sorry for any inconveniences#
    
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    Artist: Ozomatli
    
    Song: Cut Chemist Suite
    
    "Throw your fist in the air!"
    
    [other words that have been spliced up and garbled beyond recognition]
    
    #Again, I must ask (this is getting really embarassing), if anyone has these
    lyrics, e-mail them to me at Emumaster4@hotmail.com. And again, sorry for 
    the inconvience.#
    
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    Artist: Ramones
    
    Song: Blitzkreig bop
    
    Hey ho, let's go
    Hey ho, let's go
    
    They're forming in a straight line
    They're going through a tight wind
    The kids are losing their minds
    The Blitzkrieg Bop
    
    They're piling in the back seat
    They're generating steam heat
    Pulsating to the back beat
    The Blitzkrieg Bop.
    
    Hey ho, let's go
    Shoot'em in the back now
    What they want, I don't know
    They're all reved up and ready to go
    
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    Artist: Red Hot Chili Peppers
    
    Song: Fight Like a Brave
    
    All you slingers and fiends
    hide behind your rocks
    put down your guard
    I'm not here to box
    this is no showdown
    so throw down your guns
    you see it doesn't matter
    where you come from
    you could be from park ave
    or from a park bench
    you could be a politican
    or a ****** princess
    but if you're lookin' for a fist
    and you're lookin' to unite
    put your knuckleheads together
    make a fist and fight
    not to your death
    and not to your grave
    I'm talking about that freedom
    fight like a brave
    
    fight like a brave
    don't be a slave
    no one can tell you 
    you've got to be afraid
    
    If you're sick-a-sick'n'tired
    of being sick and tired
    if you're sick of all the ********
    and you're sick of all the lies
    it's better late than never
    to set-a-set it straight
    you know the lie is dead
    so give your self a break
    get it through your head
    get if off your chest
    get it out your arm
    because it's time to start fresh
    you want to stop dying
    the life you could be livin'
    I'm here to tell a story
    but I'm also here to listen
    no I'm not your preacher
    and I'm not your physician
    I'm just trying to reach you
    I'm a rebel with a mission
    
    fight like a brave
    don't be a slave
    no one can tell you 
    you've got to be afraid
    
    fight like a brave
    don't be a slave
    no one can tell you 
    you've got to be afraid
    
    I'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plan
    a plan based on a band, a band based on a plan
    there should be no.....in the land of lands
    it's a hollywood jam
    
    You say you're running and you're running
    and you're running afraid
    you say you ran across the planet
    but you couldn't get away
    the fire in your brain
    was driving you insane
    you were looking for a day
    in a life that never came
    so don't tell me that
    I've got to take a number
    cause I've been to that doctor
    and believe me that's a bummer
    here's a one of a kind
    convention of the mind
    and don't forget to mention
    that it doesn't cost a dime
    come as you like
    and leave any time
    and one more thing
    you know it doesn't have to rhyme
    
    fight like a brave
    don't be a slave
    no one can tell you 
    you've got to be afraid...
    
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    Artist: Redman
    
    Song: Let's Get Dirty
    
    Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows
    Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the **** is them?
    If I gotta pay to get in the club
    I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
    I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
    I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
    My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves
    Similar to the new Playstation 2
    I can't help it if the club only packin a G
    And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3
    And you ballin *** ******, whose dressed to kill
    for the hoes showin the toes with extra heels (man!)
    I gotta get in, I drove here
    with a carLOAD of ****** charged on Belvedere
    My ****** hit the cells if the line is thick
    So I drive the 500, through the door of the *****
    
    Yo Red, wassup man?
    Aiy they ain't tryin to let you in the club!
    Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue!
    We gon' break this joint down!
    Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh!
    
    If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
    If you really don't give a WHAT? (l-let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
    Everybody get your hands up (l-let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
    If you ain't come to party SHUT UP! (l-let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty..
    
    Yo, security pattin my legs and waist
    but if I vacate the place, it'll be [gunfire], "stay down!"
    All my ****** in the huddle, on the count of three
    we gonna bumrush The Tunnel, with a pound of ****
    Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
    Blazin like Biggie passed us a semi in here
    Don't sleep, stay wide awoke
    You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke
    Crawl or you'll die in smoke
    I keep it heated when the hawk is out
    Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out
    I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool
    like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school
    (Punks!) I've been in this line for hours
    I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers
    Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in
    Shake my *** with the baddest pidgeon with her wig in
    JUMP, MOVE, CRASH, SMOKE, DRINK
    Shake that *** stank, the **** you think?
    Poppa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pourin
    Since +Def+ is the label I belong in a morgue!
    I'm walkin half-dead, actin senile
    with bigga ****** from jail than the one on "Green Mile"
    I'll huff and puff, blow the club down
    I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown
    
    Yeah that's right! We up in this joint now
    Aiyyo we gettin ready to take over
    Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables
    We gon' rock this joint baby! - a-huh, a-huh, ahh!
    
    If you got up in the club free (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    If you swingin from them club lights (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    And you like to start them club fights (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty..
    
    Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    Everybody come to wild out (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    If you a big dog no doubt (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty..
    
    Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    Everybody keep it goin now (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
    Just a little bit louder now (let's get dirty)
    Say let's get dirty.. c'mon, c'mon!
    
    (let's get dirty)
    A-huh, a-huh, ahh-huh! (let's get dirty)
    Keep it goin now (let's get dirty)
    
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    Artist: Xzibit
    
    Song: Paparazzi
    
    Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while
    Xzibit stay versitile
    with Million Dollar lifestyle
    and I can feel it as a child growin' up
    the ****** that were real and the ****** that were scared as ****
    that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
    You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you
    So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin ****
    it's not affecting me or the ***** that I'm chillin with
    I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket
    ***** you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
    I guess that's why we never kick it
    a lot of ****** are soft and get tossed tryin to **** with the liquid
    How many ******* do you know like this?
    Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn *****
    It don't make sense
    Either you're a soldier from the start
    or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
    like dat
    
    [Chorus:]
    
    It's a shame
    ****** in the rap game
    only for the money and the fame
    EXTRA LARGE
    It's a shame
    ****** in the rap game
    only for the money and the fame
    Paparazzi [2x]
    
    [Verse Two]
    
    I don't need no lights no cameras
    just action ******
    never no superstar
    I'm more like a planet
    so my composure is kept while others start to sweat
    A merchant from the fog with my ****** up dialogue
    try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
    and ****** you spent it on, would not give a ****
    now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis
    Home of the scandalous
    Big Bad Los Angeles
    Dangerous, Vandelous
    Yo, not to be trusted
    so how the **** is you hard
    not being scared by the boulevard
    I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin ***********
    flowin like liquid, soak it in ***********
    I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
    from the West
    puttin whole counties to the test
    it's all in perspective
    Breaker one-nine copy
    this is for the ****** gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
    
    [Chorus]
    
    [Verse Three]
    
    ****** smoke stress and cross dress
    but I just play the back
    others going through schemes and pipe dreams
    for a contract
    real tightly rolled, **** 'em all how I feel
    I made a cool half mil
    before I had a record deal
    there for you look and stare like it's magic
    too much of anything can make you an addict
    when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic
    I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
    who dare to cross this path
    yo, I do ya like math
    cut with glass, make a blood bath
    so on behalf of all ****** I get drunk with
    smoke a lot of blunts with
    I dispose of your punk ****
    keep it all in perspective
    Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
    
    [Chorus]
    
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    Artist: Zebrahead
    
    Song: Check
    
    Coming hard core looking like a gangster *****
    Trying to front like you ain't rolling filthy rich
    Laguna Hills you were born and raised
    But you? Are claiming South Central is where you spent your days
    Coming out hard talking crazy
    Knowing in your mind that you really don't fit
    Standing up straight with a ganster lean
    Talking ganster slang about what you seen
    
    Take a chance kid, don't fall down hard again
    
    You better think twice before you come at me
    Right through your dome I can clearly see
    Hey little dog, you gonna bark all day?
    Cause toe to toe, in the ring, is where I play
    So you better step back and check yourself
    Stop fronting and just be yourself
    Cause no one cares what set your claiming
    Till someone grabs their gun and starts their aiming
    At you!
    
    Tripping out cause you got no clout
    
    Cause it ain't about how hard you are
    Try using your brain and you will go far
    Be true to the color that you were born with
    Not the color that you're adorned with
    So keep it real and always be true
    And be yourself in all that you do
    Stand up tall and get some respect
    And always remember, keep yourself in check
    
    #END OF LYRICS#
    
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    I did not make any of these songs, and therefore do not own any of
    the rights.
    
    I attained the lyrics above by one of two methods:
    
    Getting the official lyrics from the artist him/herself (via their webpages)
    
    Or by listening and figuring them out.
    
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