Lyrics containing the term: cos+urban+dictionary (2025)

High classMoolahBolt onsFast carQuick fixFreak outNose bleedSkull capPissed offPissed onI never seen a smile that looked so sadYou make me feel so good 'cause you're so badHey little darlin'Your love is legendaryLove's four lettersAin't in my dictionary'Scuse my positionBut it ain't missionaryYeah but I want toWalk on the water with youBoo-tayHotpantsTan lineSweet stuffHookahBoo yahKnocked UpHose DownCool catHot flashWhen it comes to makin' love I ain't no hype'Cause I practise on a peach most every nightHey little darlin'Your love is legendaryLove's four lettersAin't in my dictionary'Scuse my positionBut it ain't missionaryYeah but I want toWalk on the water with youWell, the cook's in the kitchenAnd hidin' the spoonsI'm winkin' at witchesAnd howlin' at moonsI'm afraid of the candleBut Live for the flameYou know who I amBut you don't know my name(Aha, ha, ha, ha)Hey little darlin'Your love is legendaryLove's four lettersAin't in my dictionary'Scuse my positionBut it ain't missionaryYeah but I want toWalk on the water with youHey little darlin'Your love is legendaryYou got the boo yahIt's almost ficitonary'Scuse my positionBut it ain't missionaryYeah, but I want toWalk on the water with you

Quiet) I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (good boy) We certainly do get around Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound We're off on the road to Morocco Well look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come Stand by for a concussion The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh (shall I slip on my big shoes?)

Quiet)I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veilsWe'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (Good boy)We certainly do get aroundLike Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco boundWe're off on the road to MoroccoWell look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we comeStand by for a concussionThe men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in halfIt seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)

Quiet) I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (good boy) We certainly do get around Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound We're off on the road to Morocco Well look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come Stand by for a concussion The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh (shall I slip on my big shoes?)

Quiet)I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veilsWe'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (Good boy)We certainly do get aroundLike Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco boundWe're off on the road to MoroccoWell look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we comeStand by for a concussionThe men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in halfIt seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)

A one, twoCoyotes on my left and wolves on my rightSun keeps shining in the middle of the nightUrban feels suburban, Main Street ain't Main, yeahAnd times like these make me feel strangeA Lincoln came and a Jefferson wentMoney on a Maytag and the thing won't spinCouple hundred dollars feels more like change, yeahAnd times like these make me feel strangeHave a smoke, buy a roundGet on a jetliner goin' anywhere-boundPick a string, sing the bluesDance a hole in your shoesDo anything to keep you sane'Cause times like these make me feel strangeTimes like these make me feel strangeCountry don't twang, rock 'n' roll ain't loudEvery elevator only ever goes downEverybody's lookin' for a little cheap fame, yeahAnd times like these make me feel strangeHave a smoke, buy a roundGet on a jetliner goin' anywhere-boundPick a string, sing the bluesDance a hole in your shoesDo anything to keep you sane'Cause times like these make me feel strangeTimes like these make me feel strangeHave a smoke, buy a roundGet on a jetliner goin' anywhere-boundPick a string, sing the bluesDance a hole in your shoesDo anything to keep you saneIf Monday didn't bring you a grin, that's alrightPour you up a little something, 'cause tomorrow mightPlay a guitar as you're rolling awaySingin', times like these make me feel strangeTimes like these make me feel strangeAin't it strange?

Like a liar's pants, I'm on fireAnd I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admireThese chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyerI got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyersAnd what goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseballLike Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake), yeahBitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for CherWon't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to careBut I'll tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury herFace on my genital area, the original Richard RamirezChristian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit wellSo they wanna give me the chairLike a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Caray'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionaryOn 'em, swearing up and down, they can spit, this shit's hilariousIt's time to put these bitches in the obituary columnWe wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problemGet the shaft like a steering column (monster)Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black inkEvil half of the Bad Meets EvilThat means take a back seatTake it back to Fat Beats with a maxi singleLook at my rap sheet, what attracts these peopleIs my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingleI stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten CheetoFill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'emOther words, I Minute Maid 'emI don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rageI'm murderin' again, nobody will evade himFinna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lakeObliterating everything, incinerate a renegadeI'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraidBut don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally illI'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorillaYou're bringin' the killer within me out of meYou don't want to be the enemy of the demon who entered meAnd be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd beEvery bit of me is the epitome of a spitterWhen I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duckOr you finna be dead the minute you run into meA hunnid percent of you is a fifth of a percent of meI'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadableYou wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatableI'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadableI'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in fullI'm not afraid to pull theMan, stopLook what I'm plannin', haha

Quiet) I hear this country's where they do the dance of the seven veils We'd tell you more (uh-ah) but we would have the censor on our tails (good boy) We certainly do get around Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound We're off on the road to Morocco Well look out, well clear the way, 'cause here we come Stand by for a concussion The men eat fire, sleep on nails and saw their wives in half It seems to me there should be easier ways to get a laugh (Shall I slip on my big shoes?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fameI'd even cut my hair and change my name'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstarsAnd live in hilltop houses driving fifteen carsThe girls come easy and the drugs come cheapWe'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eatAnd we'll hang out in the coolest barsIn the VIP with the movie starsEvery good gold digger's gonna wind up thereEvery Playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hairAnd we'll hide out in the private roomsWith the latest dictionary and today's who's whoThey'll get you anything with that evil smileEverybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, wellHey, hey, I wanna be a rockstarI'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censorsGonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenserGet washed-up singers writing all my songsLip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrongWell, we all just wanna be big rockstarsAnd live in hilltop houses driving fifteen carsThe girls come easy and the drugs come cheapWe'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eatAnd we'll hang out in the coolest barsIn the VIP with the movie starsEvery good gold digger's gonna wind up thereEvery Playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hairAnd we'll hide out in the private roomsWith the latest dictionary and today's who's whoThey'll get you anything with that evil smileEverybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial, wellHey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar, ohHey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

You're turning to the lightYou have just begun to explore the darkIn the urban nightThe world is on fireAnd you are here to stay and burn with meA funeral pyreAnd we are here to revel forevermore (more)You're so goddamn frailFailing for a changeYou just had to know all about the worldBut you will never know'Cause no one ever told you howThe world is on fireAnd you are here to stay and burn with meA funeral pyreAnd we are here to revel foreverThe world is on fireAnd we are tied as one eternallyA funeral pyreAnd we are here to revel forevermore (more)(Deus, Deus)All of your imaginationsAre now running down your faceAll of your imaginationsAre now running down your faceOh, you are looking goodPayback in disgraceAnd you're doing fine worshipping your lordStanding in his grace'Cause no one ever told you howThe world is on fireAnd you are here to stay and burn with meA funeral pyreAnd we are here to revel foreverThe world is on fireAnd we are tied as one eternallyA funeral pyreAnd we are here to revel forevermore (more)(Deus, Deus)

Some people say that love is a rose - and maybe they've hitIt right on the noseBut other folks say that it's like the sunWell a long time ago daddy said to me 'son I'll help clearUp the mystery - I'll give you a simple rule of thumb'If it knocks you off your feet - then it's love - then it's loveIf it makes your life complete - then it's love - then it's loveIf it turns you upside down - then it's love - then it's loveIf it makes your world go round then it's loveNow the dictionary won't tell you much - if love is the wordYou're lookin' upNo I don't believe that definition's rightAnd the encyclopedia won't reveal the crazy way you startTo feel - kissin' on a moonlit summer night causeIf it knocks you off your feet - then it's love - then it's loveIf it makes your life complete - then it's love - then it's loveIf it turns you upside down - then it's love - then it's loveIf it makes your world go round then it's loveSo go on and say that love is a game - or maybe compare itTo a flameOr say it's a medicine that heals'cause a panel of experts could fight all night - and neverfigure out which one is rightbut they'd agree on how it makes you feelIf it knocks you off your feet - then it's love - then it's loveIf it makes your life complete - then it's love - then it's loveIf it turns you upside down - then it's love - then it's loveIf it makes your world go round then it's loveYeah if it makes your world go round - then it's love

Love is here, here to stayLove is here, here to stayIt gets proven every dayLove is here, here to stayThey both love Chinese food, he hates to dressHe loves to play pinball, she wants to play nextShe likes her novels long, he's into comic booksThey're gilt-edged polymorphous urban but somehow it works'cause love is here, here to stayLove is here, here to stayIt gets proven every dayLove is here, here to stayShe likes Truman Capote, he likes gore VidalHe likes Edgar Allan Poe, she's into mean Joe GreeneShe thinks eating meat's disgusting, he likes hot dogsShe's into gestalt therapyWhile est and the vest just make him illBut love is here to stayLove is here, here to stayLove is here, here to stayIt gets proven every dayLove is here, here to stayLove is here, here to stayLove is here, here to stayIt gets proven every dayLove is here, here to stay

You're such a poetI wish I could be Wesley WillisMy words would flow like honeySweet and laid on thickYou're so edgyYou don't even need a rhyming dictionaryI wipe my hands on your jeansCause they are more distressedSo they say you've got a CDAnd they claim you can barely readBut you say don't bother me with all of your realityBut it could be so simple(you were thinking)Life should be that simple(Who would have thought it)I wish it were just so simple(don't know what you were thinking)But the point's been missedYou've made a messWho would have guessedThat it's as simple as it seemsSo what, you're a geniusBut you've got a lot to learnLike the time you lost your apartmentCause you bought too much VuittonYou park in a loading zoneYou sleep with the lights all onYou cross your I's and dot your t'sAll it goes to showThat it could be so simple(you were thinking)Life should be that simple(Who would have thought it)I wish it were just that simple(don't know what you were thinking)The point's been missedWe've made a messWho would have guessedThat it's as simple as it seemsI'm not saying that it's a piece of cakeJust take a moment to reevaluateThe possibilitiesThe situationsThe opportunitiesThat are waitingOh, the possibilitiesOh, IIt could, it could be that simple(you were thinking)Life should be that simple(Who would have thought it)I wish it were just so simple(don't know what you were thinking)You're in a hazeIt's just a phaseYou know this mazeIs as simple as it seemsWe could talk all dayAbout your eccentricitiesWhat I mean to sayOh, is that I need you listen pleaseAnd focus on life's simplicitiesSo don't be afraid to strip it awayCause at the end of the dayIt's still as simple as it seemsIt is all so simpleJust deal with it

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizardThe West coast warlord, and the future is todayCause tomorrow, that shit never comeI worry 'bout today and this urban decayI worry 'bout hip-hop, when did it flip-flopGet whack, and turn into gridlockI don't know is it a government plot?

I guess it never was The way I thought it was I say this only just because You never came to love I guess it wasn't so Guess that's how the story goes You didn't dig my flow You didn't dig my flow But you're still welcome(You're welcome, babe, you're welcome to me)Welcome(Anytime you want, I'll always be free)Anytime you want some(You're welcome, babe, you're welcome to me)Make yourself at home 'cause you're welcomeWelcomeTonight will make one weekTonight's the anniversaryAnd if you don't talk to me Tomorrow will never beBut you're still welcome(You're welcome babe, you're welcome to me)Welcome(Anytime you want, I'll always be free)Anytime you want some(You're welcome, babe, you're welcome to me)Make yourself at home 'cause you're welcomeWelcomeSix in the morning, everything's nothingSix in the eve, everything's still the same, heyWish you knew I just wish that you knew that(I really love you) Deep like a mother loves a child(I wanna love you) Like water, hot, runnin' wild(Inside you) Inside you, momma, sophisticated styleCheck my dictionaryI guess it never was(You're welcome, babe, you're welcome to me)The way I thought it was(Anytime you want, I'll always be free)I say this only just because(You're welcome, babe, you're welcome, babe, you're welcome to me)You never came to loveWelcomeWelcome

Brick on the head from the top of the ceilingUrban sniper, urban killerWon't be finished until you're deadUrban sniper, urban killerBrick out the window, top of the headBrick on the head, cause you're a fuckheadBrick at the window, top of my headYou're a fuckhead

That was meWhen you see a broken bottle of real fine wineThat was meWhen a woman weeps at a windowAnd tears all shiny, black widowThink of me, was done by meYes sirree, that was meYou'll feel me in the urban breezeI'll be there when the moment's seizedI'm the Saturn man that the ladies teaseYeah, my darlin', that is meOh yeah, it's still me, that was meWhen you see a slowly spreading crackThat was meAnd when nothing else is left intactThat was meWhen you come across a burning shackWhen you follow in the bloody tracksThink of me, 'cause that was meYes sirree, think of meYou'll feel me in the urban breezeI'll be there when the moment's seizedI'm the Saturn man that the ladies teaseYeah, my darlin', that is meWhoa, yeah, it's still meThat was meMy whole life is a clutter of regretsWay too big for a doorCan't get 'em out of this house yetOnly breaking down these wallsYou'll feel me in the urban breezeI'll be there when the moment's seizedI'm the Saturn man that the ladies teaseYeah, my darlin', that is meOh yeah, it's still me, that was meThat was me, it's still meYeah, that was meIt's still meOh yeah, that was me

Put it all together baby we could be alright (Hey)How could this be wrongWhen it feels so rightYeah, I really love you I really love youAnd I'll never let you goYou should knowI'm never gonna changeI'm always gonna stayYou call for me, I'm right there (right there)Right there (right there)'Cause you listenAnd you careYou're so differentNo one comparesAnd if you never changeI'm gonna stay right thereI'll always be right thereYou got it, you got it babe (If you wanna party, if you, if you wanna party)You got it, you got it babe (If you wanna party, if you, if you wanna party)And I get butterflies, just thinkingAbout you boy, you're on my mindSometimes I catch myself daydreamingLost in in your eyes and I lose all track of timeYou know what I need (Eh!)

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking bumpAnd then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'I'm in the pocket just like Grady TateGot supplies of beats so you don't have to wait'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shastaMy voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)

'Cause she's right in front of meA girl disappearingTo some secret prisonBut she's right in front of meA girl disappearingTo some secret prisonBehind her eyes she whispers"Big surprise there wasNo protection by this urban lightSo I'm running toA constellationWhere they can still see you"Then I'm running tooIf that's a consolation'Cause I can still see you

There's a lot of tension in this townI know it's building up inside of meI've got all the symptoms and the side effectsOf city life anxietyI could never understand why the urban attitudeIs so superiorIn a world of high rise ambitionMost people's motives are ulteriorSometimes I feel as though I'm running on icePaying the price too longKind of get the feeling that I'm running on iceWhere did my life go wrongI'm a cosmopolitan sophisticateOf culture and intelligenceThe culmination of technologyAnd civilized experienceBut I'm carrying the weight of all the useless junkA modern man accumulatesI'm a statistic in a systemThat a civil servant dominatesAnd all that means is that I'm running on iceCaught in the vise so strongI'm slipping and sliding, cause I'm running on iceWhere did my life go wrongYou've got to runYou've got to runAs fast as I can climbA new disaster every time I turn aroundAs soon as I get one fire put outThere's another building burning downThey say this highway's going my wayBut I don't know where it's taking meIt's a bad waste, a sad case, a rat raceIt's breaking meI get no traction cause I'm running on iceIt's taking me twice as longI get a bad reaction cause I'm running on iceWhere did my life go wrongYou've got to runYou've got to runRunning on iceRunning on iceRunning on iceRunning on ice

Remember this, every race start from the block, jus 'member datI'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015When I finish this if you listenin' then sure you will agreeThis plot is bigger than me, it's generational hatredIt's genocism, it's grimy, little justificationI'm African-American, I'm AfricanI'm black as the heart of a fuckin' AryanI'm black as the name of Tyrone and DariusExcuse my French but fuck you, no, fuck y'allThat's as blunt as it gets, I know you hate me, don't you?You hate my people, I can tell 'cause it's threats when I see youI can tell 'cause your ways deceitfulKnow I can tell because you're in love with that Desert EagleThinkin' maliciously, he get a chain then you gone bleed himIt's funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to warTwo tribal armies that want to build and destroyRemind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next doorBeefin' with Pirus, only death settle the scoreSo don't matter how much I say I like to preach with the PanthersOr tell Georgia State, "Marcus Garvey got all the answers"Or try to celebrate February like it's my B-DayOr eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdaysOr jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsementsOr watch BET 'cause urban support is importantSo why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the streetWhen gang banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me?

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fameI'd even roll my bed and change my name, weWe all just wanna be big rockstarsLive in hilltop houses driving fifteen carsThe girls come easy and the drugs come cheapWe'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eatAnd we'll hang out in the coolest barsIn the VIPs with the movie starsEvery good gold digger's gonna wind up thereEvery Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hairAnd we'll hide out in the private roomsWith the latest dictionary and today's who's whoThey'll get you anything with that evil smileEverybody's got a rum dealer on speed dialHey (hey), I wanna be a rockstar(Hey)Gonna sing those songs that offend the censorsSing those songs that offend the censorsPopping my pills from a pez dispenserRockstars don't do morningsGet washed up sailors writing all our songsGet washed up sailors writing all our songsLipsync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrongWe'll sing them dusk 'til morning, weWe all just wanna be big rockstarsLive in hilltop houses driving fifteen carsThe girls come easy and the drugs come cheapWe'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eatAnd we'll hang out in the coolest barsIn the VIPs with the movie starsEvery good gold digger's gonna wind up thereEvery Playboy Bunny with her bleached blond hairAnd we'll hide out in the private roomsWith the latest dictionary and today's who's whoThey'll get you anything with that evil smileEverybody's got a rum dealer on speed dialHey, I wanna be a rockstarEverybody's got a rum dealer on speed dialHey (hey), I wanna be a rockstar

B**** see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to meAnd if you shootin' for the star than just shoot meBut your bullets don't reach marsPause, clause, because I'm a a beast I'm a dog ill get'chaMy picture should be in the dictionaryNext to the definition of definitionBecause repetition is the father of learnin'And son I know your barrel burnin' butPlease don't shoot me down cause I'm flyin' I'm flyin'I'm high-upPlease don't me down cause I'm flyin' I'm high up(This tea is at a real good temperature right now, so am I)Pappa I did it to em, I'm a bastardAnd I'm a do it again like n**** backwardsThese n****s backwards but they behind usNow watch me get high like times upNow D bring the drums backAnd watch me hit em' where there lungs sat like thatI get respect cause if I don't I'm a take itI see your boys hatin' and I see your girls nakedDrum sound like a naked gun switch clips with my thumbThen I pop another clip in and aim at his visionCause Wayne is his vision cause Wayne is the missionI'm aimin' at a mirrorPlease don't shoot me down cause I'm flyin' im flyin'(And I've done it before, please don't make me do it no more)I'm high-upPlease don't me down cause I'm flyin' I'm high up(Watch me soar, where the f*** is my guitar, now roar)