Here are a few songs that i uploaded that i’ve been listening to a lot. To change songs, click on the numbers that are at the top of the player.

Mindless Self [...]]]> So, I found this cool plugin Anarchy Player that lets me stream media in posts. So i’m gonna try it out

Here are a few songs that i uploaded that i’ve been listening to a lot. To change songs, click on the numbers that are at the top of the player.

Mindless Self Indulgence – Big Poppa
Aesop Rock – Cook It Up
Barenaked Ladies – Alcohol

Big Poppa Lyrics:
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the moms?
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you’ll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew’s behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passion, music blastin
But I just can’t quit
Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz’s
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
I got chronic I got chronic I-I-I-I-I-I got the chronic

(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To all the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (ooh)
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don’t shoot up the place (Why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Baybeh

(Straight up honey really I’m askin
Most of these niggaz think that they be mackin
But they’re just mother-fucking actin)
Who they attractin with that line, “What’s your name, what’s your sign”?
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask you what your interests are, and “who you be with”?
Things to make you smile, what number to dial
You gon’ be here for a while, I’m gon’ go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and ROLL UP THE NEXT BLUNT
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon’ do
What we came to do, ain’t that right boo (truuuueee)
Forget the telly we just go to my crib
and watch a movie in jacuzzi smokin big L’s while you do me

(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To all the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (ooh)
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don’t shoot up the place (Why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Baybeh

(How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz’s
Is givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
A still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o’s, smokin lye an’ Optimo’s
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so-so-so-so-so-so grams I had to measure
Living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM’s I’m the man girlfriend
Living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM’s, DROP TOP BM’S
(Oh honey, Check it, Tell your friends, to get with MY friends
And we can BE friends
We can do this every god damn weekend…keep bangin)

(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To all the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don’t shoot up the place (Why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Baybeh

Cook It Up Lyrics:
Cook it up
Spooky
Salute
Look
Zoop, well hook it up
Shoop the local Wendy Cooper loopy
Low brow, low brim
She asked me, “What’s the name?”
I flashed the grossest fangs in show biz
Jumped out where it’s open:
“What’s yours?”
“Um, Jenny, um…”
5 o’clock with the ten-penny sum
Sprung colassal miss, may I process your Pentium?
But ae is hesitating
“My princess
The pigeon holing roles that your predecessor’s lunacy in the kismet”
Her eyes googled back “?that wanna fortune to? breed plus a new kink in the posture
“Just don’t get all barnacley
Get P.T. Barnumed in 3D THX sound stereo dismissal
Sorry hun, it’s just the last ?group? was a fistful
Like them girls you bump into like dumb luck
get high in the city kiss once when she’s punch drunk
Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch
Crazy mc-clingalot claim instant one love
And you’ve gotta beg your friends to take ‘em off your hands like thumbcuffs
Or them barbies you’ll vibe for a sexy second (love you)
Give ‘em a month Hyde Hekyl to Jekyl and she makes Hitler look cuddly
But Jenny in the sky with emerald eyes
You’re so different so delicious so ?de fish?
I’d be willing to walk the limb with
So let’s just get a few things out the way: (okay)
I’m clinically bonkers and just about everyone god’s great earth offers
I won’t be getting dressed up to impress your family dear
And if I can’t wear jeans and sneakers then I won’t be lamping there
Nope, aggro-pimp, sinfully, clinically ?novel,? back it up no-diggity soldier
Magic-touch fingertip donor
Own up to your dirty debutant animalistic instincts
ritual courting dance and breeding behaviour” (like what?)
“I dream of Jeannie and fucking her obsecenly
But Jeannie could be Jenny so easily if you’d let me
Hell, the bad-tac daddy-o Merlin– ‘e’ for effort
Most of these high-post Fabio world motherfucks make my head hurt
Dead up– I got death in the skull but you’ll get used to it ma
Dinner and cinema, yes, just cough the bread up
Sure, he schleps with naked pockets but I carry dreams
Like I wanna be an anstronaut after you marry me”
(WHAAAAT???)
“You’re rushing this I feel smothered it’s crowding me awfully, dolly
I love you, Get the fuck off me! Sorry.” (Call me)
And I’m circling her like a tiger shark frenzied but friendly
“I’m cool, how you feeling Jenny?” (Jenny) Jenny (Jenny) Jenny
“So quiet, oh I like that, so mysterious, I dig it
The way you haven’t made eye contact with me once in ten minutes
I’m just saying girl, I’m dirty-dog raw vintage mixed with mega-low society
Mister gutter-fuck etiquette if you try me
So there it is, game. I mean it’s not like I’m sweating you
because when it comes down to it, most of y’all females are the same
But now it’s your turn baby, spit it out”
“Okay” She punched me dead in the fuckin mouth and walked away

Watch out ladies cause you know he don’t love ya
Bazookatooth is one bad motherfucker
He’s a low life pimp with a low life game
He needs a no life dame with a strobe light frame

Cook it up now..

No ring on the finger
There ain’t no strings attached
But if you love television and
manic depression
Get a carton of cigarettes
And we can make it happen
Get your mac in
Just leave your bag up on my curb with the trashcan
?Pretend? like I seen you in maxim
?Relax with the tap dance?
Lights, camera, action

cook it up now..

Alcohol:
Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself
O alcohol, I still drink to your health

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol

Forget the caffe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea
A malibu and coke for you, a g&t for me
Alcohol, your songs resolve like
My life never will
When someone else is picking up the bill

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
O alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
Ill use something else

I thought that alcohol was just for those with
Nothing else to do
I thought that drinking just to get drunk
Was a waste of precious booze
But now I know that theres a time
And theres a place where I can choose
To walk the fine line between
Self-control and self-abuse

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
Would you please ignore that you
Found me on the floor
Trying on your camisole?
O alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
Ill use something else.

Would you please forgive me
Would you please forgive me