Search results for rock on by smashing pumpkins

We've found 36 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching rock on by smashing pumpkins:



crossin' over's got to stop
Yeah, I was country when country wasn't pop

Well they sound like Smashing Pumpkins
In a pair of cowboy boots
They's about
This next song is a bit of a tongue twister
But if I get all the words
Try to play this and sing at the same time
That's what rock and roll is all
a reason

It's ironic, haven't heard from the Spoon man
Alison's Chained, she was squashed by a Pumpkin
Making room for the next faux mohican
The Topic's
on the radio and
"Stop-Hammer time"

Chilli peppers sure could rock
And Kidies made the covers with the help of a sock
I turned down sports for Faith No
will bring up the beats that rocks
I hear the frogs and the smashing of bottles
A car revs up and I hear it throttle
It probably moves with
'Cause without tomorrow we're free from the sorrow 

There's no need to speak of soul 
When heart is burned by rock n' roll 
And you know me I only
harassing you
Breaking you down, smashing you (smashing you)

[Promoe]
On the concrete, you find out you can't compete
With the number one thief on the street
Hey hey Miss Lucy can you tell me why 
You put a drop of special sauce in your pumpkin pie? 
Hey hey Miss Lucy I'd really like to know 
How
"Once again back is the incredible"

Yeah, yeah
It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashing hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put
the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin 

I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe 

Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
sleepwalked out of my apartment
And went berzerk?"

[Aesop Rock]
In slipped rhythm
Fed a cycle bound by dilemma-debting vendetta
Escaped briefly back to my
in the basement
Rock em off more
Bodies bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot

Cocaine, red rum, heroin, automatic
It's mobbin'... this shit sinister
Straight sinister mob
Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)

[Verse One]
I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady 
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Before ligaments and fridges
The triple six digits religion
Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget
Was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies
Bounce, c'mon (8x)

ROCK, we're the heaviest
STOP, or you're gonna get
CAUGHT, cause we never rest, drop this on ya
We're the heaviest, you would
By none other than Ghostface Killah, Raekwon the Chef
Rock Marciano and Busta Rhymes
A job well done fellas, very good piece of work
of a kid rum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and lil' dro
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards down runwas
got a girl".That's all right

[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
the sound of a kid rum
Riding down the strip with your diamonds and [unverified]
Shiny bald head catching sun rays
Smashing down the strip going backwards
the day for Billy, take the OC by surprise

He'll make you do the Macarena as you rock your Tamagachi
With your Newton down in Woodstock playing Sega
feet to the metal of life and see just how fast it goes
Fuck the world, gotta make that bitch grab her toes
And Rock game never goofy, no weapon shall
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in