ACDC - Down Payment Blues - WITH LYRICS!
6 min - Dec 24, 2007
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Down-Payment-Blues/ Lyrics: I know that it's evil I know that it got to be No I ain't doin' much Doin' nothing means a lot to me Living on a shoe-string A fifty cent millionaire Open to charity Rock'n'roll (wellfare) Sittin' in a Cadillac Listenin' to the radio Suzy baby get on in Tells me where she wanna go I'm livin' in a nightmare She's looking like a wet dream I've got myself a Cadillac But I can't afford the gasoline I got holes in my shoes (And I'm way over due) Down payment blues [Down Payment Blues ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Down-Payment-Blues/ ] Get myself a steady job Some responsibility Can('t) even feed my cat On Social security Hiding from the rent man They make me wanna cry Sheriffs knockin'on my door Ain't if funny how the time flies Sitting on the sailing boat Sippin' on the champagne Suzy baby's all I've seen Says she wants to come on deck Feelin' like a paper cup Floating down the storm drain Got myself a sailing boat But I can't afford the gasoline I got holes in my shoes(And I'm way over due)Down payment blues
6 min - Dec 24, 2007
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Down-Payment-Blues/ Lyrics: I know that it's evil I know that it got to be No I ain't doin' much Doin' nothing means a lot to me Living on a shoe-string A fifty cent millionaire Open to charity Rock'n'roll (wellfare) Sittin' in a Cadillac Listenin' to the radio Suzy baby get on in Tells me where she wanna go I'm livin' in a nightmare She's looking like a wet dream I've got myself a Cadillac But I can't afford the gasoline I got holes in my shoes (And I'm way over due) Down payment blues [Down Payment Blues ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Down-Payment-Blues/ ] Get myself a steady job Some responsibility Can('t) even feed my cat On Social security Hiding from the rent man They make me wanna cry Sheriffs knockin'on my door Ain't if funny how the time flies Sitting on the sailing boat Sippin' on the champagne Suzy baby's all I've seen Says she wants to come on deck Feelin' like a paper cup Floating down the storm drain Got myself a sailing boat But I can't afford the gasoline I got holes in my shoes(And I'm way over due)Down payment blues
ACDC - Down Payment Blues - WITH LYRICS!giraph
6 min - Dec 24, 2007
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Down-Payment-Blues/ Lyrics: I know that it's evil I know that it got to be No I ain't doin' much Doin' nothing means a lot to me Living on a shoe-string A fifty cent millionaire Open to charity Rock'n'roll (wellfare) Sittin' in a Cadillac Listenin' to the radio Suzy baby get on in Tells me where she wanna go I'm livin' in a nightmare She's looking like a wet dream I've got myself a Cadillac But I can't afford the gasoline I got holes in my shoes (And I'm way over due) Down payment blues [Down Payment Blues ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Down-Payment-Blues/ ] Get myself a steady job Some responsibility Can('t) even feed my cat On Social security Hiding from the rent man They make me wanna cry Sheriffs knockin'on my door Ain't if funny how the time flies Sitting on the sailing boat Sippin' on the champagne Suzy baby's all I've seen Says she wants to come on deck Feelin' like a paper cup Floating down the storm drain Got myself a sailing boat But I can't afford the gasoline I got holes in my shoes(And I'm way over due)Down payment blues
ACDC - Ain't No Fun(Waiting Round To - WITH LYRICS!
7 min - Dec 24, 2007
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Aint-No-FunWaiting-Round-To/ Lyrics: The following is a true story Only the names have been changed To protect the guilty - Well I left my job in my home town And I headed for the smoke Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand Gonna get to the top Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing So if you've got the money, we've got the sound You put it up and we'll put it down If you got the dollar, we got the song Just wanna boogie woogie all night long Yeh boogie I got holes in my shoes I got holes in my teeth I got holes in my socks I can't get no sleep I'm trying to make a million And I got patches on the patches On my old blue jeans Well they used to be blue [Ain't No Fun (waiting Round To Be A Millionaire) ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Aint-No-FunWaiting-Round-To/ ] When they used to be new When they used to be clean But I've got a Momma whose a hummer [and I've got a mama, whose a hummer] Whose keeping me alive [[just] keepin' me alive] While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys [while I'm doin' drinkin with the boys] She's working 9 to 5 [She] knows her place that woman Just you wait - One of these days see me driving round town In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down My bottle of booze No summer time blues Shouting out, Look at me In my rock 'n' roll voice Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire repeat Hey hello Howard, how you doin', my next door neighbour? Oh yea... Get your f**kin' jumbo jet off my airport
7 min - Dec 24, 2007
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Aint-No-FunWaiting-Round-To/ Lyrics: The following is a true story Only the names have been changed To protect the guilty - Well I left my job in my home town And I headed for the smoke Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand Gonna get to the top Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing So if you've got the money, we've got the sound You put it up and we'll put it down If you got the dollar, we got the song Just wanna boogie woogie all night long Yeh boogie I got holes in my shoes I got holes in my teeth I got holes in my socks I can't get no sleep I'm trying to make a million And I got patches on the patches On my old blue jeans Well they used to be blue [Ain't No Fun (waiting Round To Be A Millionaire) ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Aint-No-FunWaiting-Round-To/ ] When they used to be new When they used to be clean But I've got a Momma whose a hummer [and I've got a mama, whose a hummer] Whose keeping me alive [[just] keepin' me alive] While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys [while I'm doin' drinkin with the boys] She's working 9 to 5 [She] knows her place that woman Just you wait - One of these days see me driving round town In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down My bottle of booze No summer time blues Shouting out, Look at me In my rock 'n' roll voice Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire repeat Hey hello Howard, how you doin', my next door neighbour? Oh yea... Get your f**kin' jumbo jet off my airport
ACDC - Ain't No Fun(Waiting Round To - WITH LYRICS!giraph
7 min - Dec 24, 2007
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Aint-No-FunWaiting-Round-To/ Lyrics: The following is a true story Only the names have been changed To protect the guilty - Well I left my job in my home town And I headed for the smoke Got a rock 'n' roll band and a fast right hand Gonna get to the top Nothing's gonna stop us, no nothing So if you've got the money, we've got the sound You put it up and we'll put it down If you got the dollar, we got the song Just wanna boogie woogie all night long Yeh boogie I got holes in my shoes I got holes in my teeth I got holes in my socks I can't get no sleep I'm trying to make a million And I got patches on the patches On my old blue jeans Well they used to be blue [Ain't No Fun (waiting Round To Be A Millionaire) ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/ACDC/Aint-No-FunWaiting-Round-To/ ] When they used to be new When they used to be clean But I've got a Momma whose a hummer [and I've got a mama, whose a hummer] Whose keeping me alive [[just] keepin' me alive] While I'm in the band doing drinking with the boys [while I'm doin' drinkin with the boys] She's working 9 to 5 [She] knows her place that woman Just you wait - One of these days see me driving round town In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down My bottle of booze No summer time blues Shouting out, Look at me In my rock 'n' roll voice Ain't no fun waiting round to be a millionaire repeat Hey hello Howard, how you doin', my next door neighbour? Oh yea... Get your f**kin' jumbo jet off my airport
50 Cent - Heat - WITH LYRICS!
4 min - Dec 24, 2007
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/50-Cent/Heat/ Lyrics: (Skit) "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a f**k, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the f**k up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" {*a car revs up*} {*gunshots*} [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherf**kin tape in court I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya f**kin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya f**ked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood 'cause ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good [Heat ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/50-Cent/Heat/ ] If you was smart you'd be shook of me 'cause I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me (Chorus) [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherf**ker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still f**kin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles of motherf**kin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherf**ker 'cause my windows on my motherf**kin Benz is bulletproof nigga 'cause my motherf**kin vest is bulletproof nigga 'cause my motherf**kin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a f**kin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
4 min - Dec 24, 2007
Get the ringtone: http://www.ringtonegal.com/50-Cent/Heat/ Lyrics: (Skit) "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a f**k, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the f**k up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" {*a car revs up*} {*gunshots*} [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherf**kin tape in court I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya f**kin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya f**ked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood 'cause ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good [Heat ringtone available at http://www.ringtonegal.com/50-Cent/Heat/ ] If you was smart you'd be shook of me 'cause I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me (Chorus) [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherf**ker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still f**kin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles of motherf**kin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherf**ker 'cause my windows on my motherf**kin Benz is bulletproof nigga 'cause my motherf**kin vest is bulletproof nigga 'cause my motherf**kin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a f**kin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha



