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This Type of Thinking (Could Do Us In) (Chevelle) · Some Type of Love (Cyndi Lauper) · No Type (Rae Sremmurd) · Stereo Type A (Cibo Matto) · Symphony for the Devil: The World of Type O Negative (Type O Negative) · Album/Tape/CD Type Thing (Big Drill Car) · Sex Type Thing (Stone Temple Pilots) · This Type of Thinking (Could Do Us In) [DualDisc] (Chevelle) · The Best of Type O Negative (Type O Negative) · Your Type (Carly Rae Jepsen) – and 90 other albums »


I'm pinned down by the dark
A-N-I-M-A-L
Makes my head pirouette
More than I won't be willing to confess
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S

The light it fidgets through
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
These lames are bad for your health
You can do bad all by yourself
You deserve better baby

Last time was the last time
Yea
That n**** gon' make you cry
(Rule number one... n****z die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type n**** be a Thug Life n****?
Them
by the whips 
They keep the heaters near meters 
In case you pussies trip 
See I?m so gutter and gullie 
And I can make it ugly 
I know these
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G

She was pregenant by me once, glad she didn't have it
'Cause I be paying child
Silent Type

First impression shy so insecure, wonder what's on her mind,
Second glance my way, I'm not sure is she flashing me that,
come
pouring out your hair
N****, any-f***ing-time, n****, any-f***ing-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you f*** with me, it's a must,
that red s*** pourin out your hair
N****, any f***in time n****, any f***in where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f*** with me it's
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
My definition of a thug n****
(Nobody's, closin' me out of my
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry
Is it over me?
If it is save your tears for I'm not worth it
You see?
For I'm the type of boy
type n**** all of a sudden get wild

Now, why you got's to go and take me back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name
cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you

Don't make me put a lean to a n****
Spleen shells through
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry.
Is it over me?
If it is, save your tears
For I'm not worth it, you see.
For I'm the type
you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?

All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya
Ethiopian b****, living in the ivory coast
Let me drug y'all n**** up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a n**** playin me close
so unbelievable
I just want to make jams,
To pack the clubs 'n' stadiums,
With people of all types,
While makin' the crowd hype,
I got CHRIST in
dis girl yah
Style, Wayne Wonder tell dem bout it...

I've been around da world
Dated many girls
But none compares to you
And da way she makes me feel
by the darker side livin' the cruddy life

S*** like this kept a n**** with a bloody knife (c'mon)
want to make records but i'm f***in it up (why)
scarf to match
Army fatigue with your tight jeans, face is means
Getting the type of chick tryna make my Queen
And it really don't matter to me
'Cause
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry.
Is it over me?
If it is, save your tears
For I'm not worth it, you see.
For I'm the type
amazing
But baby don't play me and tell me that you don't like to get crazy
Your mind says no, but you're body says yes
'n I'm gonna get you by the widda
baladent pas sur toi
Je n? sais qu? faire de mes dix doigts
Je n? sais qu? faire de mes dix doigts
Alors j? les claque claque claque claque devant les
that red s*** pourin out your hair
N****, any f***in time n****, any f***in where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f*** with me it's
at me

Girl, n' while you're looking at me, I'm ready to hit the caddy
Right up on the patio, move the patty to the caddy
Baby, you got a phatty, the type