• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Sixteen - Iggy Pop
• Sixteen - Nasum
• Sixteen - Sebadoh
• Sixteen - Rick Ross
• Sixteen - No Doubt
• Sixteen - The Buzzcocks
• Sixteen - Gwen Stefani
• Sixteen - Demon Hunter
• Sixteen - Home Grown
• Sixteen - Le Tigre
• Sixteen - Deas Vail
• Sixteen - Bombay Bicycle Club
• Sixteen - Bruce Robison
• Sixteen - The Indelicates
• Sixteen - Orla Gartland
• Sixteen - Heavy
• Sixteen - Hugh Coltman
• Sixteen - Mylon Lefevre & Broken Heart
• Sixteen - Los Super Elegantes
• Sixteen - Timo Raisanen
• Sixteen - Forward Russia

Sweet sixteen in leather boots
Body and soul I go crazy
Baby baby I'm hungry
Sweet sixteen
Funky bar all full of faces
Pretty faces beautiful faces
Body and soul
Body and soul
I give to you
I'm an easy mark
With my broken heart
Sweet sixteen
Show you my explosion
Sweet sixteen
Go out to the funky bar
I get hurt - crying inside
'Cause
Everybody's so fine and - and they
Don't need me
Tell me what can I do -
Sweet sixteen
I give you my body and soul
Sweet sixteen
I must be hungry
'Cause I go crazy
Over your leather boots
Now baby I know
That's not normal
But I love you
I love you
I love you
Sweet sixteen

Try to purify
The well of dirty lies
Overflown with deadly sins
An attempt to pacify
With orders to comply
A calm breeze before it all begins
Often wonder why they don't realize
Why they think I'm in their way
Leave my throne behind
Take on my empty shadows
As I finally, finally fall from grace
A society without grief

Sweep the dirt under your rug, you're on your drug
And then it hits me
It's paregoric in my head, I'm all doped-up
And just a baby
Doing just fine
You're making up your mind at sixteen
I'm all grown up and what I know
It isn't from your mouth
And now I'm confused 'cuz you don't talk
Or wonder what I think
I'm standing here and still I cannot hear you
My passion's locked inside me, divulging your imperative
For during, though it's easy, a hundred years of therapy
Thanks, thanks anyway, I'll soon be leaving

When 16 ain't enough...
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
Having a dope beat, dope idea...
16 bars ain't enough!
How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
So many different levels
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one...
It's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet drivin' me, more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville
Feel my life on the real
We the Lost Boys so this is a world premiere
Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was 1 16... ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When people live poor, that motivated me more
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches like it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis
Steamin' my marijuana
Double MMGs, double M keys
We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
Yacht to Yacht? Old Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin
Better put away a penny for the rainy days
? like Scottie Pippen
Started with a scribble, now I'm flowing like a river
She say my heart cold I'm naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory
Trump Towers and I started with a 10 speed
Growing broke had to use a nigga's instincts
Now I get a hundred racks for the 16
Waking up to take you baking you're my thick queen
? I just watch it on the big screen
3 stacks on the feet and it fits me
16 ain't enough...
[Andre 3k]
You know sometimes you got so much to say but...
*16 ain't enough*
They only give you 16, heh...
It's like... You got so much to say
The world has said so much to me, I just wanna give right back to her
But... I only get 16
I really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse
Just a single glimpse
Anyway, this is too much talkin'...
Andre 3k:
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time
Ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin, drawin LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on
Construction paper
I'm trying to fuck my neighbor
I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up
To get them saddle lace ups
Before Le marc was Jacob
Before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up
Before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up
Before my palms would cake up
Before they told me they love me and we'll never breakup
Before the time she makes love to someone that I was my homeboy
My homeboy, my boy bust, I run now
I don't budge, don't want much
Just a roof and porch
And a porsche, and a horse and unfortunately
But of course an assortment of tortures that scorches the skin when they
Enter
And true? too thirsty
At a lousy job, housing god if he let's lucifer let loose on us
That new song that won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't love us man, I can't pretend
But I admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and
Which region it came from
As if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Ya'll can't measure my worth, but when you try
You'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me
The backs against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palms of a child, looks up at mama and smiles

You've been a juvenile
With a dolphin smile
With no elbow room
With your body in bloom
You've had your little backyard
Protected by big walls
You didn't dare look over
'Cause you've been too small
Now you're finally sixteen
And you're feeling old
But they won't believe
That you've got a soul
'Cause you're only sixteen
And you're feeling real
But you can't seem to cop a feel
Why do they force us
Through the metamorphose
Little butterfly
No matter how you try
You'll be segragated
You're gonna be closed off
You're callow and you're green
'Cause you're caught between
You're only sixteen
Try to cross the line
But your little wings are intertwined
You're only sixteen
And you're such a tease
And there's nothing you do
That can really please
"These children
They're not really bad most of them
They're just products
Of rotten neighborhoods
And bad family situations"
You know you can forsake it
So sit back and take it
You see you're not just ripe
So don't try and fight that
You're only sixteen
You wanna catch a peek
But they look at you
Like you're such a freak
Well, you're only sixteen
With a lot to say
But they won't give you
The time of day
You're only sixteen!
You're only sixteen!!
You're only sixteen!!!