• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Boss' Life - Snoop Dogg
• Peace & Love - Smashing Pumpkins
• Piss Off - Saxon
• Piss Off - Unseen
• Piss Off - The Unseen
• Boss' Life - Slim Thug
• Piss Off - Home Grown
• Piss Off - Arrogant Sons Of Bitches
• Pass Auf - Sabrina Setlur
• Piss Off - The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches
• Peace & Love - Zoe
• Peace & Love - Camper Van Beethoven
• Peace & Love - Black Uhuru
• Piss Off - Mary Prankster
• Possessive - Vaccines

Some of 'em lie about the shit they got and what they do on the block
Some of 'em lie about the guns they pop
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
So many niggaz wanna play but still got dues to pay
Some of 'em gotta beg a bitch to stay
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin work in overseas
At ease with the Doggy and smoke some weed
Fuck it, if my nigga detoxing, it's more for me
Baby this is presidential really
A pocket full of women understanding how I'm living
Show them hoes how you winning
It's the beginning with the pearls you're given
The world soft like linen and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 say, it's +Many Men+
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper and the Benz and the cribs
Then the hoes, then the clothes, I'ma have to let 'em go
You know how the Dogg roll.. don't get it twisted
'Cause he bang out the East just in case you wanna visit
A touch of the exquisite, mixed with somethin pimpish
And it's comin from the Beach where them niggaz is a beast
But I just listen, all that shit is in my past
I'm connected to the purse first nigga.. the ass last
From Long Beach to Venice is the premise
Want the green like spinach and I'm strong to the finish
See me man, I'm nothin like you
I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to
I'm leanin in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin
Me, I'm ridin by ya on the corner, block slangin
I'm livin that boss' life (life)
The hoes come runnin when they see me comin
I'm livin that boss' life (life)
You can have anything just don't fuck with my money (my money)
This is for the West and the East and the Dirty South
Khaki's and them Tim's and them niggaz with the platinum mouths
Thinkin that they blessed by the actions that be comin out
When you in Magic City you be carrying a lot of clout
But trickin ain't the route (route), that's even if you got it
There's a method to you holdin it when they can't do without it
Just put the key up in it nigga if she 'bout it
You can have her and her partner, fuckin with it for a dolla
If she a balla, she gon' ride with a shot caller
Roll with the Bo$$ Dogg in the back of a blue Impala
And if she follow.. then she gon' swallow
All the game you got to give her, be a different bitch tomorrow
But I would never bother breakin out (Tha Doggfather)
'Less I knew that she was 'bout him, havin diamonds on his collar
I'm just an author, spreading game to my partners

peace and love aren't fair
when you're stuck out there
standing on your own
trying to catch a wave
even though I will
even if I won't
even when I signal that we'd get back home
ask me what to say
I'll point to the sky
ask me what i need to tell you a lie
just ask me what i need to tell you all a lie
there's a crowd outside
calling for our lives
peace and love, they're here
living in an old school bus
ask me where i think
I'll say i have to go
is it this in me that strikes your side so bold
ask me for tonight
I'll pat you on your back
and find a way to one day pay you all right back
I'll find a way to pay you all soul right back
peace and love ain't fair
when you're caught on fire
a bird's nest in my hair
fourteen missiles in my gut
so ask me what I think
I'll tell you I owe no one
and leave without another peep or a lie
waving to that crowd
calling for my neck
but tell you what I need to tell you the truth
gonna tell you what I need to tell you the truth
in the redwood pines
they stole out my spine
in this town called zen
I'm asking where it went
the joke about the fog
the one about your dog
the one about where we all seem to get along
lifted from the mines
and sifted through my mouth
a blessing so you'll never have to dig back down
blessings so you'll never have to dig back down
supposing I admit defeat
fearing what comes next
at my master's feet
on the mount of Lazarus
ask me what to do
I'll just point to you
and ask you what I need to tell you all the truth
take this second look
imagine what's been robbed
imagine if we wanted we'd all get along

How come every time you feel real good
Somebody drops you a piss off bomb?
How come every time you roll the dice
Somebody offers you the wrong advice?
Oh no, not again, just when I'm feeling happy
Oh no, not again, just when you're feeling fine
Take it slow, don't go fast
Looking good never lasts
Different day, same old song
Then somebody drops you a piss off bomb
In and out, round about, try to sort your feelings out
Can you see the full moon rising?
Break the spell, ring the bell, trapped inside your private hell
Can't you see the far horizon?
Down, down, drag you down, just when you're feeling happy
Down, down, drag you down, just when you're feeling fine
Take it slow, don't go fast
Looking good never lasts
Different day, same old song
Then somebody drops you a piss off bomb
How come every time you feel real good
Somebody drops you a piss off bomb?
How come every time you roll the dice
Somebody offers you the wrong advice?
'Round, 'round, turn you 'round, just when you're feeling happy
Down, down, drag you down, just when you're feeling fine
Take it slow, don't go fast
Looking good never lasts
Different day, same old song

to be such a coward is a fucking disgrace
if you got a problem with me say it to my face
punk rock gossip reminds me of high school cliques
well i remember high school being full of dicks
scandalous lies gotta stop
show some proof or just shutup
show some proof or just fuck off
having that much free must fucking suck
piss off you worthless lying fuck
got a lot of nerve calling yourself punk

to be such a coward is a fucking disgrace
if you got a problem with me say it to my face
punk rock gossip reminds me of high school cliques
well i remember high school being full of dicks
scandalous lies gotta stop
show some proof or just shutup
show some proof or just fuck off
having that much free must fucking suck
piss off you worthless lying fuck
got a lot of nerve calling yourself punk
we don't need you, the scene don't need you

(Intro)
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Verse)
I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real (Pharrell) You punks ain't no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to cop you a G, lose, on the ten o'clock news
You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I'm rockin a mill man (?) sing crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Verse)
Call me Sarge, I'm the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the 'Nage parked in the garage?
I'm the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I'm the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don't open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I'm respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that's why they call me - Slim Thug Tha Boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Chorus)
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!
(Outro)
Fuck that! Y'all niggaz talking shit?!
Y'all come to the Northside

Abuse me with all of your words
But tell me something I haven't heard
You think that you're better than me
I won't listen to anything that you say
Don't tell me what you think is right
I didn't ask for your advice
Why don't you shut up And get away from me
I can do anything I please
I've heard you say it a thousand times before
It's something I ignore The things you say to me
Degrade me by calling me names
According to you I am nothing
I know that you're not better than me
So piss off and get out of my face

I remember way back when I wanted you to be mine,
and now that I kinda had you I wonder was it all a waste of time?
And did it make sense jumping into something knowing that I'd get hurt.
Well I don't know but my boss thinks not it makes me less productive at work.
And all my friends told me to look out, 'cause you were treating me like shit.
But I swallowed my pride, and bit my tongue and tried to just deal with it.
And I blame the whatevership's termination on why things are never fine.
I dreaded this moment from the day that we met, we have to say goodbye.
Now all I do is pine and smoke with all my friends.
I regret not moving on even though I told you I did.
Fuck, shit, damn it, how many times do I have to call you now just because you called me first?
We're nothing together but a bunch of obligations that just make me feel worse.
So why was I the last to know when you ride some other guy?
And why should I have even cared that night you said you cried?
Well my stomach threw up my daily nutrition and your anti-morals robbed me blind.
I loved you and you blew it and you broke your own heart.
So eat this last goodbye.
And all that time we wasted on each other did it mean so little that you could find another
to replace me, whatever I mean, my heart as well. When can I get over this/stop hating myself?
As the days go by I'll find someone better to keep me warm in the cold winter weather.
You had to slit my throat, fist the wound, and bleed my carcass dry

Ich hab`gehört, daß du mich suchst, also wart` ich auf dich alter
ich schätz` es war`n kalter aber hoffe du bist bald da,
denn walter und wiegand sind nur zwei von zehn die warten
schlecht sind deine karten, gelaber macht mir keinen harten
der spaten, den du trägst, ist der spaten mit dem du gräbst
wohin du gehst, wenn du moves gegen den paten hegst
dich langsam legst, weil stehen zuviel verlangt ist
von einem, von dem bekannt ist, daß er fremd im eigenen land ist,
nicht bei verstand ist kann es sein, daß ein reim so klein,
doch fein und hart wie stein gemischt mit wein
und der pein in einem keim erwächst zu dem schreien,
das einen schleim dazu führt dafür sein,
also du dein leben riskierst gegen lieder,
die wirken wie wick, gegen hals, kopf und glieder
ich sag`s dir immer wieder, lieber lutscher lutscher lauf
und paß auf deinen rücken auf
hibidihu mach die augen zu du dämliches gewichs,
damit du siehst, was du gegen mich bist, nämlich nix
kicks kriegst du von mir dutzendweise
ich hab` tricks wie `ne kleine hexe, und zwar `ne heiße
scheiße, leise sollst du sein kleiner stricher
lächerliches tröpfchen pisse, hier kommt der scheibenwischer
ich entsicher`, spann` und schieß`
und mach dich weg, wie du hoffentlich siehst
ich fließ` wie ein fluß, schieß` wie ein schuß,
bin positiv wie ein plus und mache schluß mit dem frust
also muß ich dich zerstörn`, kannste` mich hörn`, ich könnte schwörn` du
kannst mich hörn` ich hasse krasse blasse labernde görn`
bitte törn mich nicht ab, denn ich hab` kurz und knapp
probleme mit `ner szene, die nicht klappt
also schnapp nochmal luft, riech den duft, der verpufft, dann verschnauf`,
lauf und paß auf deinen rücken auf
ok, wer glaubt er kann und will und muß und soll
mich stressen und testen, sich mit mir messen kriegt die fresse voll
ich find`s toll, wenn junge leute mal ein paar reime schreiben,
sich ihre zeit vertreiben, aber bescheiden bleiben,
denn wenn sie sich den bebbo hetzen und sich überschätzen
muß ich sie jetzt und hier, wie ihr geschmier auf papier zerfetzen
hast du den letzten mitgekriegt, der ging an dich,
dich, dich und dich
ich hab` geld das du nicht hast, `nen stil, der dir nicht paßt
machst du`n dicken weil du gicht hast mach das besser nicht spast
ich kraß, du blaß lan
ich törn dich ab und an und ab und an und ab
und dann komm` ich nochmal so hart kommt er kraß, kommt er krasser,
ich hab` dir schonmal gesagt, der textverfasser fließt wie wasser
schon wirst du blasser und hältst jetzt bitte die futt,
denn du gehst schwupp-di-wupp ruck zuck kaputt paß auf
refrain :
paß auf, paß auf,
paß auf
der tod kommt langsam
paß auf, paß auf,
paß auf
der tod kommt langsam

I remember way back when I wanted you to be mine,
and now that I kinda had you I wonder was it all a waste of time?
And did it make sense jumping into something knowing that I'd get hurt.
Well I don't know but my boss thinks not it makes me less productive at work.
And all my friends told me to look out, 'cause you were treating me like shit.
But I swallowed my pride, and bit my tongue and tried to just deal with it.
And I blame the whatevership's termination on why things are never fine.
I dreaded this moment from the day that we met, we have to say goodbye.
Now all I do is pine and smoke with all my friends.
I regret not moving on even though I told you I did.
Fuck, shit, damn it, how many times do I have to call you now just because you called me first?
We're nothing together but a bunch of obligations that just make me feel worse.
So why was I the last to know when you ride some other guy?
And why should I have even cared that night you said you cried?
Well my stomach threw up my daily nutrition and your anti-morals robbed me blind.
I loved you and you blew it and you broke your own heart.
So eat this last goodbye.
And all that time we wasted on each other did it mean so little that you could find another
to replace me, whatever I mean, my heart as well. When can I get over this/stop hating myself?
As the days go by I'll find someone better to keep me warm in the cold winter weather.
You had to slit my throat, fist the wound, and bleed my carcass dry
So piss off. This is the last goodbye.

Peace and love
y una carga de metralla
de rodillas al sol
escoja no me interesa
ni sus guerras
ni su Dios
Grito ciego
con mi cara de cañón
de maldición, de radio humano
Plomo
plomo sulfurando tu aliento
plomo recargado en tu voz
en tu día
tanta saliva
malva de niña fina
Tu tu tururututu
Peace and Love
como espuma fermentada
quien te vende dolor
disfrazado de placeres?
Grito ciego
con mi cara de cañón
de maldición, de radio humano
Plomo
plomo sulfurando tu aliento
plomo recargado en tu voz
en tu día
tanta saliva
malva de niña fina
Tu tu tururututu
plomo
plomo sulfurando tu aliento
plomo recargado en tu voz
en tu día
tanta saliva
malva de niña fina
Tu tu tururututu

Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in a barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, the sputtering convulsions and near death throes of his endearing 1962 Chevrolet. The storm follows him closely, as it has for three days. In the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees roadside casualty armadillos on their backs, and owls and bats fly out of the corners of his eyes into the brightening horizon.
Despite the solitude of his empty car, he feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer and west Texas highway transients. At dawn, he begins to feel the at first nearly imperceptible signs of the drugs taking effect. As he crosses the border east into New Mexico, there is now no question in his mind about the flavor of the coffee and the sardonic smile of the crusty over-made waitress. He's crossed into more than two states at once. His watch stops. He picks up a hitchhiker -- some young lady -- but unfortunately, as he's been expecting, his car breaks down. It's an abandoned shanty town known only as Brubaker.
"Just remember," she says. "I'm holding you responsible for all of this."
He cringes at the tone of her voice. A quick glance into the rear view mirror yields to him the vision of the third unattached eyeball. A star of dried cream at the bottom of the styrofoam coffee cup (?)ing on the dashboard smiles at him and somehow, in their loneliness and boredom, her twelve-pack dwindling in the midday heat, he forces her into sex. The Chevrolet temporarily fixed, they drift on and come upon a small bar in no place specific. Drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness, and by morning has noticeably grown in size. Two days later, still heading east towards the holy angelic temple he has been envisioning in his sleep, she is nine months pregnant. Later that day she gives birth to their son. Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly alien language. And he mutters in perfect English in his sleep, while sucking his mother's breast, his twisted utopian visions. She looks at him terrified and says, "Remember, I'm holding you responsible for all of this."
LEFT CHANNEL BACKGROUND LYRICS
Too much open space
Makes me nervous
Too much ginseng
I go to Wyoming
Then they cull the whole fucking state
Then they doctor some fucking open spaces
Give some cowboys some acid
Too many good things
Makes me nervous
Nothing seems right now
Too many open spaces
Makes me nervous
Yes, Wyoming can make me nervous
So we're gonna go up to Wyoming
And open some fucking open spaces
And call for some hotel rooms
And look at the turd in the open spaces
Don't say it's a good thing
Don't say its a bad thing
You don't know what you're doing
You can do anything
Yeah you can do anything
Yes you can do anything
You don't know what you're doing
You do nothing at all
Because there's dry wide open spaces
And voodoo children
Cos you can stay here forever
Yeah I can see enormous cowboys upon the horizon
They're all on acid
They don't know what they're doing
So they can do anything in hotel rooms
...horizon
Enormous cowboys on acid
Enormous cowboys on...
RIGHT CHANNEL BACKGROUND LYRICS
Peace and Love
Love and Anger
Brotherly Love
Fatherly Love
I thought I had something to say
But I forgot what it was
I'm gonna try and say it anyway
Too much ginseng
Makes me nervous
Organization
Shortened sounds
Too much ginger
Takes me over
John the Baptist
Comes to mind
I've got to drive faster
The road is falling
In front of my eyes
I've got to drive faster
If I want to get home
If I don't look where I'm going
I'm gonna get killed
If I don't look where I'm going
I'm gonna get killed
If I don't look where I'm going
I'm gonna get killed
I've got to drive faster
The road is falling
In front of my eyes
I've got to drive faster
If I want to get home
I've got to drive faster
The road is falling
In front of my eyes
I've got to drive faster

Peace and love
Flying so high
Peace and love
Too young to die
Peace and love
Now you decide
Stay for the children
You don't really want to go
Can't feel it pulling like you did
Peace and love
Peace and love
Only a ride
Strength is gone
Dying inside
Tell me now
What did you find
Found love in the people
Livin' in a sacred land
Found love in the people
Peace and love
[Vedder:]
Found love (found ...?)
Saw my mistake
Broke walls of pain to walk again
I saw the dream
I saw the wake
We shared it all
But not the take
Peace and love
Lennon's goodbye
Over Now
Living in time
A broken bell
A nursery rhyme
Deserted by heroes
Strangers in your own land
No way to deny you
No way to deny you
Peace and love
[Vedder:]
I took it all
I took the oath
I took it all
Til I had most
I took what's left
I gave it breath
I had it all once
I gave it back

Piss off the wrong people and they send you to jail
Piss off the right people and they tell you you’re
charming
I said, “How come we never kiss when we're sober?”
And he said, “Mary, you ask too many questions.”
I hope I’m never satisfied
Yeah, I hope I’m never satisfied
Rip off the wrong people and they send you to jail
Rip off the right people and they say you show initiative
I said, “How come we only fuck when you want to?”
And he said, “Mary, you ask too many questions.”
Piss on the wrong people and they send you to jail
Piss on the right people and they say you're an artist
I said, “How come you never tell me you love me?”
He said, “I don’t. And that’s enough with the questions.”

I'm a man and I'm so possessive
And I don't know If I'm keeping my mouth shut yet
Got advice, Don't know what it was good for
Even now I don't know who I'm supposed to hate
Come to grips with the rules of attraction
And I don't know If you've ever liked me or not
Either way it was kind of convincing
You never learn do you
You cold headed but you worry alone-
You could get in trouble but they already know
Ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, ah oh,ah oh,
You sat out and your covered in darkness
Is it always easier after hours
We're you always pulling a fast one
Was he always keeping you on your toes
I don't mean to sound melodramatic
But I don't know and I'm disconnected from you
You could do with a little excitement
There's nothing else to do
Oh, you so wicked with a mania for
You are working in the cover but you worry alone
You could get in trouble but they already know
Ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, ah oh, ahhhhhh
Immorality's a thrill
Even let it get the best of me
But you've been messing around and your so composed
But ya get what you want, and you want one of those
But you might do what I told you if you knew what I was thinking
And yea ya might do what I told you if you knew what I was thinking
Yea ya might do what I told you if you knew what I was thinking
Yea ya might do what I told you if you knew what I was thinking
Oh, you so wicked with a mania for
You are working in the cover but you worry alone
You could get in trouble but they already know