P Song Lyrics

Pac Man – Weird Al Yankovic

[Tax Man/The Beatles]
(one, two, thray, four, one, two [nasal hocking sound])

I used to be a pinball freak
That’s where you’d find me every week
But now it’s Pacman!
Ye-ea-ah it’s the Pac-ma-an!

I love to gobble up those dots
Keep pumpin’ quarters in the slots
They call it “Pacman”!
Ye-ea-ah it’s the Pac-ma-an!

At the game arcade
they say I’m “hard core”
I can play all day
’til my hands are sore
And I quit my job
just to play some more
But I won’t give up
’til I break high score

Pacman! [music from Pacman “intermission”]

Well it’s the Pacman!
Ye-ea-ah it’s the Pac-ma-an!

Well it takes a lot of cash to play
(Pacman! Get the cherry!)
So I’m gonna sell my house today
(Pacman! Eat ’em up!)

I’m playin’ Pacman!
Ye-ea-ah it’s the Pac-ma-an!

Hey mom, I won’t be home this year
(Pacma-an!)
Please forward all my mail right here!
(Pacma-an!)
I’m at the Pacman!
Ye-ea-ah it’s the Pac-ma-an!

…and you’re playing with no one but me
Pacman!
[music from Pacman “intermission”]
[sound from when Pacman dies]

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Pac’s Theme – 2Pac

PAC’S THEME
~Statements variously said throughout song.~

I was raised in this society so there’s no way
you can expect me to be a perfect person cuz I’m a do what I’m a do.
(I am still thirsty) – Arrested Development
(There is absolutly no reason for a record like this to be published.
It has no place in our society.) – Dan Quayle
(They gotta understand me)
(Withdraw on this record) – Dan Quayle
That’s how I feel I’m a do whatever I like. I am not a role model

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Pack Ya Bags – Sarai

Yeah
Okay
Uh


You see a woman got to do what a woman got to do
If your man keep on trippin? then you need to cut him
loose
Ain?t nothin? he could do for you that he can?t do
What I?m supposed to go, ?Ooh?, ?cause he rollin? on
22s
No, I?m ain?t one of those after-show h**s
And if you don?t know I gots my own dough
I only need you for companionship
Well, you could keep your chips, ain?t no sponsorship
I just need you to keep your lips between my hips
That girl Sarai is a silly chick
But on the really tip, I got benefits
This independent chick and anything I want I gets
Don?t even try me with those player scripts, I know
the game
Actin? like you big money, but really small change
Boy, please stay up out of my face
You see it?s men like you that make us ladies say


Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)


Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)


That?s right, you got to beat it, boy
All the blizzy-blizzy blah, I ain?t hearin? it, boy
I get ya, get ya what you?re askin? for
Now don?t be blowin? up my celly ?cause your own
ignore
Ain?t no more walkin? through my door
Now come and get your, get your s*** off my porch
And I know you hear the hurt in my voice
But I had no choice, you made me do it by force
But you know your girl gon? be a?ight
I?mma keep on movin?, keep my head up high
Probably chilly-chilly-chill till the time is right
That I feely-feely-feel I need a man in my life
But for now I?mma keep it tight
Till I burst under pressure when my temperature rise
I?m on the women?s pride, feel me right
So it?s-it?s-it?s that ladies night


Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)


Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)


You got to gizzy-go
?Cause I don?t want you bein? in my life no more
I shoulda told you long time ago
But my mind was sayin? yes and my heart said no
Ya?ll know how that love thing go
How your mind in a bind goin? out of control
Be careful ?fore you take that road
Think it?s a, it?s a game, but that thang ain?t no
joke
Let it be known if you see somethin? wrong
?Cause understandin? that-that help you out in the
long
You got to, got to, got to come on strong
And make him, make him, make him want to leave you
alone
And put that on every-everything I love
Don?t be scare-scare-scared, kick that boy to the curb


Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)


Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)


Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)


Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags)
Here go the kick in your pants (Pack ya bags)
Get out (Just pack ya bags)

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Pack’d My Bags – Rufus

I can tell by the look that’s in your eyes
And I’m not surprised
You got to move on like the sun got to rise
I’m just holdin’ you down

(BRIDGE):
But the universe is calling you
You are one of chosen fews
You got to pay your dues

Me and the baby gonna miss you
I see your smile in her face
I only wish we were with you now
It’s a lonely, lonely place

(BRIDGE)


(CHORUS):
Hey, pack’d my bags, put ’em at the door
Hey, pack’d my bags, put ’em at the door
Hey, pack’d my bags, put ’em at the door

I know you’ll make it
You deserve it, you know you do
The blues, you’ll shake it
I’ll, I’ll focus our view

Oh, don’t let them change you
Come like thieves in the night
Oh, dont’ let them rearrage you, boy
You’ve got to do what’s right

(BRIDGE)

(CHORUS)

Once a month, each time you say
Goin’ away, oh
I don’t wanna see you go
No no no no no no no no no no

Oh you, you’ve got to make it
You’ve got to make it, boy
Go on now

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Pack Your Shit – Melanie B

Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more
Can’t you see it now baby
With the tears in my eyes I don’t feel right
But you don’t feel the same way
How can we live this way
Got your girls on the telephone
Talkin bout this and that, that and this
So pack your shit
Go on your merry little way
I’ve got no time for you today, no way
You said you hugged her
But you never fucked her (her)
So what the hell is this shit on my covers? (cover)
You say you love me
Every time you fuck me (every time you fuck me)
How could you do this to me
Pack your shit (pack that shit)
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit (pack that shit)
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more
Now wait a minute now, baby girl
You say the pain in your life is because of me
There you go fucking up, close my cars
Did all I have to do for you, baby
So check your best friend
Walkin round the house
With those tight fitting skirts and no drawers on
“Baby your a man, and me” she said
“And I’ll fulfill your every fantasy”
That’s when I hugged her
But I never fucked her
You never found no shit up on no covers
Said I loved you
Every time I kissed you
How could you do this to me (Mel B & Sisqo)
Pack your shit (pack that shit)
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit (pack that shit)
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more
How could you do this to me?
You said you hugged her
But you never fucked her
So what the hell is this shit on my covers? (what’s that shit on the cover)
You say you love me
Every time you fuck me
How could you do this to me, oh
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more (no, no)
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit (pack that shit)
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more, oh
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit (pack that shit)
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more, oh
Boy you gotta
Pack your shit (pack that shit)
And get the hell out
Don’t come back around here no more
Oh

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Packin’ 25 – Porno For Pyros

yesterday morning i went
out for a cup of coffee
i shaved
then i combed my hair
a man who didn’t know me
said something to my back
i stopped to turn around and face it
that is why
i pack my .25
where nobody knows
right above my boot
it’s the law
no one there to serve you
why not be the hero?
why not be your own?
swear i’ll kill you!
swear that i’ll kill you
the law–it’s the law
every man out on the street knows
swear that i’ll kill you
i dreamt all yesterday
how i might make a man feel
with a gun up to his face
he’d show respect to me
“i don’t care what you’re thinking
i’ll wipe that thought away”

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Packin’ Up – Dusty Springfield

So if I give up (yes, I’m packin’ up)
Movin’ out of the town (movin’ out of the town)
Packin’ up (yes, I’m packin’ up)
Movin’ out of the town (movin’ out of the town)
I’m not chained and I’m no longer bound

Said if I get up (yes, I’m packin’ up)
Movin’ out of the town (movin’ out of town)
Oh yeah (yes, I’m packin’ up)
Movin’ out of the town (movin’ out of the town)
I’m not chained and I’m no longer bound

My suitcase’s ready
My clothes are too
And these are the things
You took me through

My friends told me
All about you
That men are evil
The things you do
And I keep on (I’m not chained and I’m no longer bound)

And then I’m packin’ (yes, I’m packin’ up)
Movin’ out of the town (movin’ out of the town)
Oh yeah (yes, I’m packin’ up)
Movin’ out of the town (movin’ out of the town)
I’m not chained and I’m no longer bound

Now that I’m gone
Just look at me
I’m looking better than
Any girl you see

I’ve gotta brand new clothes
I gotta diamond ring
I gotta brand new man
He give me everything
So keep on (I’m not chained and I’m no longer bound)

And then I’m movin’ (movin’ movin’)
Oh, movin’ (movin’ movin’)
And I gotta move (movin’ movin’)
And I wanna move (movin’ movin’)
Oh yeah (movin’ movin’)
And I gotta move (movin’ movin’)
And I gotta move (movin’ movin’)
And I gotta move (movin’ movin’)
Start packin’ up (movin’ movin’)
Start packin’ up (movin’ movin’)
Start packin’ up (movin’ movin’)
Movin’ out of town (movin’ movin’)
Alright (movin’ movin’)
Yeah, yeah (movin’ movin’)
Start packin’ up (movin’ movin’)

Pa Mayt? – Carlos Vives

Y ah? llego yo
llego yo y ah? vamo? a v?
y ah? vamo?a v?
vamo a v? como es goz?
como es goz?
es goz? con el bemb?
con el bemb?
el bemb? africano e?
M?rala
M?rala que linda e?
linda e?
linda e?y se le v?
se le v?
se le v? yo no se qu?
no se qu?
no se qu? tiene Mayt?
(bis)


Y ah? llego yo…
y ah? vamo a v?…
como es goz?…
con el bemb?…


No me pregunten
cuando me voy
si a m? me sigue gustando el pueblo d?nde soy
Que me perdonen
si yo me quejo
pero me gusta m?s como la canta Alejo
Soy pac?fico, soy caribe
y en Santa Marta juego f?tbol con el Pibe
Quiero gritarlo
lo voy hac?
Viva Palenque y viva Pambel?


Ah? llego yo
llego yo y ah? vamo? a v?
y ah? vamo?a v?
vamo a v? como es goz?
como es goz?
es goz? con el bemb?
con el bemb?
el bemb? africano e?


M?rala….
Y ah? llego yo…
y ah? vamo?a v?…
como es goz?…
con el bemb?…

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P’s & Q’s – Saukrates

Captiol Hill, yeah
(Chorus)
Ain’t nobody with the skills we got
Putting shit together just to form another plot
Better be on your P’s and Q’s
Here’s a message from me to you, bloow
Ain’t nobody with the skills we got
Always putting shit together just to form another plot
Better be on your P’s and Q’s
Here’s a message from me to you, bloow

Verse 1:
I break you off a little something
There ain’t no reason to be frontin’
He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other nothing
Pick up my pen, begin
To let my mind bend again
Rush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I’m finishing
Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a bigger trough
While I chill on the land of the lore
With your raps sound soft
Beats never coming off
How you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaall
Losing you skill, what’s the deal?
Peeling caps on you record
Interludes on some y’all ain’t even seen real steal
Imagine if you will kid, getting ill on a record
Making dough, but it’s your own shit still
Now’s time to play big Will nigga
After you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor
Trigger in you clutches
Remembering the time you thought of doing niggas
Spoke about the dutches
New style every month from Tony Touches
You capitalize on franchise type of shit
Generic in your eyes
No name brand the same
But can’t even do it like the orginal Fame
Get that ass out the game
Nigga, what!

(Chorus)

Honey! Where do you think you’re going with my money?
Broke you off last week, Yo!
Girl listen funny, you thinking you’re runnin’
On some different type shit
But your position at present could get your wig split
Baby, what!
I know we cool like that because, we known each other for years
And all the time we was on the same level
But you turned up the treble
Not me I became a hip-hop MC
On the other hand, babee
You think of profiling as an acuvision (?)
Last year was a different situation
Hanging out with the niggas, when you were in need to kick back
Smoking BDs, mixing hash with weed
Denim and army fatigues
You were never afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seat
Now you’re chilling with some type Johnny G type of cat
Put you up in the crib
Now you think you’re all that
Fly DKNY, Versace panties on your ass
But, your son’s looking like crass and tripping up in class
Correct that bullshit, fast!
And quit coming around my niggas begging for cash
That’s you boyfriend’s task
I heard he ‘tacked you up really bad the other day
‘Cause I can hear your seed screaming, running my way
Time to talk to that fool, cause my sons don’t play
Ah, honey, next time you change, don’t stray
You hear me?

(Chorus)

Ain’t nobody, skills we got,
Ain’t nobody, Saukrates y’all
Better be on your P’s and Q’s
Here’s a message from me to you, bloow

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P.Y.T. (Down With Me) – P.Y.T.

Tell me whose got my back
(mmmmmm tell me)
Tell me whose got my back
(PYT ohhhh)

Why do you keep hating me
All behind my back
Doggin’ me
Just tell me why you can’t be real with me
Cuz you’re smilin’ in my face
You talk behind my back
You got a problem
Maybe I can help you try to solve it
Cuz you’re steady talkin’ all your mess
Got me stressed
And I’m about to get my girls and handle it

What’s up with all these people bein’ jealous of me
Because I’m in PYT
If you got a problem you can step to me
Let me know what’s on your mind
Tell me why you talk about me all the time
I got my girls with me
And I’m about to let you know what we’re gonna do

CHORUS:
Tell me whose got my back
Cuz this girl’s tryna trip
And I ain’t havin’ that
She smiles in my face
Talk behind my back
So tell me where ya’ll at
(why you wanna do this to me)
Where ya’ll at
Tell me where ya’ll at
So PYT tell me if ya down with me
Got my girls with me
So where ya’ll at
I know ya got my back back

Why do you keep stressing me
When I’m just tryna do my j-o-b
And I’m hjust tryna have fun
But your steady in my face
You’re always in the way
Ya got a problem
Maybe I can help you try to solve it
Baby what you wanna do
You know it ain’t cool
And I’m about to get my girls and handle it, oh

What’s up with all these people bein’ jealous of me
Because I’m in PYT
If you got a problem you can step to me
Let me know what’s on your mind
Tell me why you talk about me all the time
And tell me why you trippin’ on me

REPEAT CHORUS

I don’t want no trouble
I’m just tryna be me (just tryna be me)
Does it make you feel good when you talk about me (talk about me)
You can say what you wanna say
You can do what you wanna do
It really don’t matter
Cuz I got my girls with me, ohhh

Tell me whose got my back (ohhhh tell me)
Cuz this girl’s tryna trip
And I ain’t havin’ that
She smiles in my face (smiles in my face talk behind my back)
Talk behind my back
So tell me where ya’ll at
Where ya’ll at
Tell me where ya’ll at
So PYT tell me if ya down with me
Got my girls with me
So where ya’ll at
I know ya got my back back

Tell me where you at
Tell me where you at
So tell me where ya’ll at
Tell me where ya’ll at

So PYT tell me if ya down with me
Got my girls with me
So where ya’ll at
I know you got my back back

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