Zitate und Songtexte von LISA

Bam, bam, bam! Hit after hit though
Rocks in my wrist, so I call 'em the Flintstones

It's the end of the month and the weekend
I'ma spend this check, everything on me
I'ma tip myself, I'ma spend it on myself
I'ma drop it like it's pouring, I'ma pour it on myself

Tell me what I wanna hear, I don't care
Whether you mean it or you don't, boy, I'm outta here
Say I'm mean, c'est la vie, like I don't share
You know I mean what I say, I'm loud and clear

Vroom vroom, better get out of the way
Comin' through, through, everybody know the name
Hear the boom boom, 'bout to hit you with the bass
From the front to the back, I'ma put it in your face

Live fast, we do it like that
And we don't lie, we born to be mad
Better come right or never come back
Don't mess with the girls, with the girls, with the girls
Stop sign, we're burnin' it down
Better watch out, we comin' in loud
Bang, bang, just playin' around
Don't mess with the girls, with the girls, with the girls

Love is a drug that I quit
No doctor could help when I'm lovesick

Got me all messed up
His love is my favorite
But you plus me
Sadly can be dangerous

Stressing over nothing, baby, relax
While you're getting angry I'ma kick back
Only thing I think about is big stacks

No love letters, no X and O's
No love, never, my exes know

Met him, then get him, I make sure we stay
Got the venom to dead him if he want a snake
I mean, sneak, I mean, play hide and seek
Know that I'm gonna find you
Make sure you get left or you lеave

Something 'bout me's taking you higher
And you ain't evеr gonna come down
I'm lighting your fire
And it ain't ever gonna go out

So hot, so hot when the sauce get to dripping, I lick
Got them begging, "give me some more"
Baby put them lips together, make that whistle blow

I'm the typa girl that make you forget that you got a type
Type that make you love me when the only thing you done is like

I bring money to the table, not your dinner
Both my body and my bank account, good figure
Thinking 'bout me, but there's nothing to consider
If I let you in my circle, you a winner

All my diamonds, they yellow or bright white
Got 'em blind, can't find me, I'm outta sight
If you mad, stay mad, we not alike
S-A-V-A-G-E, keep it pretty, pretty savage

Barney Rubble has been my neighbor, my lodge brother and my best friend since the first time I went through the fifth grade.

Barney: "You're afraid to tell Wilma, aren't you?"
Fred: "Afraid? Now let's get this straight, Rubble, I don't need permission from my wife to make a decision. In my cave, I reign supreme!"
Barney: "I won't tell her, Fred."
Fred: "Thanks, pal."

Fred: "How can you be so stupid?"
Barney: "Hey, that's not very nice. Say you're sorry!"
Fred: "I'm sorry you're stupid."

Fred: "Aww, she looks like a chip off the ol' block."
Barney: "Actually, more like a pebble off the ol' Flintstone."

Wilma: "It's been weeks since you had a good word for anybody or anything."
Fred: "Oh yeah, what about that thing I said about your mother last week?"
Wilma: "My mother?"
Fred: "I said, good riddance she lives 50 miles away."

Wilma: "I cannot believe you just sat there and let them walk out on us."
Fred: "At least I can walk around the house in my underwear again."
Wilma: "And that is more important to you than 20 years of friendship?"
Fred: "It is - on a hot day."

Fred Flintstone: "I seem to have lost my appetite. What is this stuff, anyway?"
Pearl Slaghoople: "Health food, sonny. Just what the doctor ordered."
Fred Flintstone: "Then let the doctor eat it."

He was a midget in the big house, see? And he tried to escape by wiggling through a mouse hole after lights out, but he outsmarted himself, see? 'Cause it wasn't a mouse hole, it was a light socket, and somebody turned the lights on.

Fred Flintstone: "Barney, what would you do if you were holding the queen alone?"
Barney Rubble: "I don't know, Fred, it all depends on what time the king gets home."

Put daddy down, Bam Bam. Ouch! Not on the head!

And another thing. If you don't take that insulting commercial off the air, I'll sue, report you to the FCC, and... slap your face!

We don't need to worry
'Cause when we fall, we know how to land
Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight
'Cause we don't need permission to dance

Don't you think we got another season
That come after spring?
I wanna be your summer
I wanna be your wave
Treat me like a comma
I'll take you to a new phrase