Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jukebox, artist - Pumpkinhead.
Date of issue: 23.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jukebox |
These are my favorite songs of all time* |
So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (rhyme) |
I made this song for you to rock |
So put four quarters in the jukebox |
These are my favorite songs of all time |
So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (rhyme) |
I made this song for you to rock |
So put four quarters in the jukebox, jukebox |
Since Dana Dane’s «Nightmares,» I knew you were the one |
The way you spoke to me through «The Sample and the Drum» |
Good Lord, «The Message» you sent to the young world |
opened my eyes then my destiny unfurled |
It was «Me, Myself and I,» chillin with a buddy |
A «Microphone Fiend» who never thought about the money |
In the «Summertime,» everybody was listenin |
when the cars drove by with the boomin system |
I needed an «Around the Way Girl» who wasn’t a slut |
I picked Gina, cause she had a «Big Ol' Butt» |
She and I got closer with every kiss, and each hug |
But she left and gave me «The Gas Face» cause I had peach fuzz |
At home base, we were «Steppin to the A.M.» |
'Til the «Stick-Up Kids» pulled out weapons and started sprayin |
We pushed it along, and went to get some gumbo |
But «I Left My Wallet in El Segundo» |
A lot of heads out there, be «Fakin' the Funk» |
So they better hit the deck, when I pop the trunk |
At halftime, that’s «When the Fat Lady Sings» |
It’s a friendly game of baseball when this «New Jack Swings» |
I «Party and Bullshit,» on tour in each town |
But if punks jump up, they’ll get beat down |
And you could throw your guns, but make sure they don’t «Jam» |
Slow down, before you get «Slam"'ed |
The «Scenario» is this, never come wack |
In showbiz, I want my pockets fat not flat |
My ex was a mentirosa, she always liked to lie |
She kept on «Passin' Me By,» for those other guys |
I «Know-the-Ledge,» but she didn’t «Understand» |
I could get psycho, and +just kill a man+ |
«Tonight's the Night,» «Miuzi Weighs a Ton» under my pea coat |
I’m «Poppa Large,» big shotter than East coast |
I compose symphonies, only when I’m drunk |
And «Reminisce» on the times when homies would never front |
Swingin ep’s in the «Back of the Jeep» with chick girl chillin |
Just ask her, her «Pink Cookies Got Crushed by a Building» |
But after that, I fronted like I never knew her |
Cause her «Juicy» ass smelled like it was straight from the sewer |
«I Get Around» like a ferris wheel |
And come cleaner than a new pistol, to get «Mass Appeal» |
I’m from «Bucktown»; |
don’t try to take the throne |
Cause it’s «Operations Locked Down» |
Sippin «Gin & Juice,» and «Today Was a Good Day» |
I got a bag of «Blue Funk» and I’m smokin it with «Camay» |
On my front stoop, kickin «Flava in the Ear» |
I’m «Sittin on Chrome» so you got nothin to fear |
Everything’s «La Schmoove,» I bag the «Tenderoni» |
Now all I wanna know is «Where My Homiez?» |
… Yo Marco play that next shit! |