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Salt Shaker Lyrics — Ying Yang Twins feat. Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz — слова, текст песни

[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins & Lil’ Jon]
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll like an eighteen wheeler
That hoe fine but this hoe killer
She leakin, she’s soakin’ wet
She leakin, soakin’ wet
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker (shake it like a salt shaker)
[Verse One: Kaine]
Pussy poppin, till you percolate
First booty on duty no time to wait
Make it work, with your wet t-shirt
b**ch you gotta shake it till ya calf muscles hurt
Say the heals on your feet or the strap around your ankle
Call that b**ch bojangles
Juicy like fruit or dosh like coup Deville
Used to get loose on the goose for real
[Verse Two: D-Roc]
Five dollars get your ass a table dance
If you got ten then bring a friend
Hoe shake your ass to the song then
If you ain’t with it then well gone then
We ain’t no boys we grown men
If you ain’t gone dance then don’t then
Why you wanna waste a niggaz song
then see your ass down doin nothin
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Lil’ Jon]
Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up and down make a nigga want it
Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up and down make a nigga want it
Roll that ass round and round like a motherf**kin’ wheel
Shake that sh*t this ain’t no motherf**kin’ drill
Roll that ass round and round like a motherf**kin’ wheel
Shake that sh*t this ain’t no motherf**kin’ drill
Get crunk with it, get loose with it
Like short said let bruce bruce hit it
Get crunk with it, get loose with it
Like short said let bruce bruce hit it
Shake that ass real fast then stop (aaww sh*t!)
Shake that ass real fast then stop (aaww sh*t!)
Shake that ass real fast then drop (aaww sh*t!)
Shake that ass real fast then drop (aaww sh*t!)
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: D-Roc]
Shake it like a dollar five or ten
But what would you do for 2a twenty twen
Get on the stage shake that ass then
Get on the pole do a back bend
I like that do it again
Here’s another ten b**ch do it again
Work like a game that you playin’ to win
Make that pussy fart for the Ying Yang Twins
Sixteen b**ches in thongs in one club
The home of the fifth red bones and big butts
has been b**ches splittin’ all over the floor
Hornafy cant deny certified pro
On the poll upside down, (this sh*t for real)
Sixty-nine plenty time will pay a bill
At day she a clerk but night she turn (stripper)
You’re not even dated your just tryin to (tip her)
[Chorus]

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You’ll Never Find Lyrics — Lou Rawls — слова, текст песни

You’ll never find, as long as you live
Someone who loves you tender like I do
You’ll never find, no matter where you search
Someone who cares about you the way I do
Whoa, I’m not braggin’ on myself, baby
But I’m the one who loves you
And there’s no one else, no-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh one else
You’ll never find, it’ll take the end of all time
Someone to understand you like I do
You’ll never find the rhythm, the rhyme
All the magic we shared, just us two
Whoa, I’m not tryin’ to make you stay, baby
But I know some how, some day, some way
You are (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
You’re gonna miss my lovin’ (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
You’re gonna miss my lovin’ (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
You’re gonna miss, you’re gonna miss my lo-o-ove
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
Late in the midnight hour, baby (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
When it’s cold outside (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
You’re gonna miss, you’re gonna miss my lo-o-ove
You’ll never find another love like mine
Someone who needs you like I do
You’ll never see what you’ve found in me
You’ll keep searching and searching your whole life through
Whoa, I don’t wish you no bad luck, baby
But there’s no ifs and buts or maybes
You’re gonna, You’re gonna miss (miss my lovin’)
You’re gonna miss my lovin’ (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
I know you’re gonna my lovin’ (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
You’re gonna miss, you’re gonna miss my lo-o-ove
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
Late in the midnight hour, baby (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
When it gets real cold outside (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
I know, I know that you are gonna miss my lo-o-ove
Let me tell you that you’re gonna miss my lovin’
Yes you will, baby (you’re gonna miss my lovin’)
When I’m long gon
I know, I know, I know that you are gonna miss

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Don’t Stop What You’re Doing Lyrics — Puff Daddy f/ Lil’ Kim — слова, текст песни

[Chorus:]
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop what you’re doing
You don’t really wanna stop
Eh eh
Don’t you stop it, don’t you stop what you’re doing
You don’t really wanna stop
Eh eh
[Verse One: Puff Daddy]
Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c’mon
Whether you like it hard or the live guitars
Anything dropped if it’s hot it’s ours
If it’s not it’s yours, we on the job
Everybody eatin, everybody involved
You can’t stop that like you can’t stop rap
Bad Boy stop what’s the chance of that?
We don’t stop, so check the, mansions and stacks
And we don’t have to answer to Jack
No wonder we had this rap sh*t locked, for eight straight summers
Pull up at the party, eight straight Hummers
Six be the 6th 7th and 8th wonders
Pop corks, we be the toast of New York
And out West, we want y’all to understand
All we wanna do is make you dance
We know the song ain’t done wrong when the party is hot
Y’all don’t really want us to stop, do you?
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Lil’ Kim]
When it comes to the cheese, baby girl roll dough
f**k Domino’s, strictly dice
Bet you niggaz won’t flow for this ice, notes is the price
Lil sis’ walk away with the dough, y’all niggaz still broke
While my pockets on re-up
Y’all niggaz sh*t on E, what a pi-ty
Ain’t it a shame how your man chose me
And you wanna know why, it’s mad simple
Even in the winter, still pull a baller wit my jimmies
Drive a Ta-hoe, wit plenty cash flow
He know, anything I touch I blow
And I crush a show, wit my luscious flow
Gotta crew full of niggaz and a Lexus too
All of them hold me down while I’m pressin you
So who stressin who, and even though my nigga gone
Lil’ Kim and Puff Daddy keep keepin it on
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Puff Daddy]
Now you can pump this in your jeep, on an off road
Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow
Bang this til you’re bein old when you at home
on the six-four, sittin on chrome
Yo we don’t stall we ball while you playin the wall
We in the middle of the danceflo’, gettin off
Gotta bunch of hot chicks gettin live with us
At the end of the night they gonna slide with us
I could tell y’all the rest but it’s ob-vious
To the top now, ride with us, c’mon
We don’t stop, we run the game, we don’t watch
every single region, we own blocks
Never let up, you tell me, who do it better
Every single I drop, at least two are better
The song ain’t the wrong when the party is hot
Y’all don’t really want us to stop, do you?
[Chorus]
Everything we make is hot
Thought I told you that we never stop
Keep risin to the top, yeahhh
Keep risin to the top, yeahhh
[repeat above four lines over another Chorus to fade]

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Ride wit Me Lyrics — Nelly feat. City Spud — слова, текст песни

Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
[Chorus]
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin in the fo’ with the gold D’s
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
[Verse 1]
In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty hot and horny so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
Boo, as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it’s on
(Know that it’s on)
I peep something comin towards me up the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Yellin I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you boo from way over there
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Face and body front and back, don’t know how to act
Without no vouchers or boozers she’s bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
when the sky’s the limit and them haters can’t get past that
Watch me as I gas that, 4.6 Range
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of ‘caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn sh*t done changed now
Runnin credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can’t complain now (no more)
sh*t I’m the mayne now, in and out my own town
I’m gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
Can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class — sittin next to Vanna White
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Check, check — yo, I know somethin you don’t know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won’t believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Most said that I was a failure
But now the same motherf**kers askin me fo’ dough
And I’m yellin, «I can’t help ya»
«But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?»
Hell no (what’s witchu?!) you for real?!
[City Spud]
Hey yo, now that I’m a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
But yo it’s all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should — f**k me good, suck me good
We be no stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
Poppin like we drug dealers, sippin Crissy, bubb’ mackin
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna… knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna… rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna… pop, we poppin the Crist’
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
When I f**k fly b**ches; when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist’; niggaz starin or they diss
Honies lookin all they wish — come on boo, gimme kiss
[Chorus 2X]
Hey, must be the money! [4X]
[Chorus]

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Push It Lyrics — Salt ‘N’ Pepa — слова, текст песни

Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Get up on this!
Ow! Baby!
Salt and Pepa’s here!
(Now wait a minute, y’all
This dance ain’t for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!)
Salt and Pepa’s here, and we’re in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin’ by day then at night working up a sweat
C’mon girls, let’s go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it
Ah, push it — push it good
Ah, push it — push it real good
Ah, push it — push it good
Ah, push it — p-push it real good
Hey! Ow!
Push it good!
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Push it good
Push it real good
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I’m gonna get p**sed
Can’t you hear the music’s pumpin’ hard like I wish you would?
Now push it
Push it good
Push it real good
Push it good
P-push it real good
Ah, push it
Get up on this!
Boy, you really got me going
You got me so I don’t know what I’m doing
Ah, push it

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Head Bussa Lyrics — Lil Scrappy — слова, текст песни

[LIL JON] — let’s rise ! for the international headbussaz-
Wassup LIL Scr*pPY LIL Scr*pPY Lil Scr*ppy BME CLICK
(who are you?) I’m Lil Jon, OKAY !!!
BOOM
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz,
we’ll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz,
we’ll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
I’m made up my mind that I’ma strike
(background — wha wha …)and I’m ready to fight
Checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
We expite, I knew you b**ches didn’t wanna brawl (uh what you say?)
b**ch I’ll swang on all of y’all
I’m the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I’ll murder all of y’all b**ches in da middle of da street
And I don’t give a f**k if you don’t like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down south, I’ll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin heads up !
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat b**ch up
We don’t give a f**k about havin no click
Dat ain’t got my back and ain’t takin no sh*t
Excuse me shawty, get the f**k out my face
Befo’ we get mad and shoot up the whole place
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz,
we’ll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz,
we’ll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
I speak my mind, cuz bitin my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I’m a mothaf**kin rida, cuz I thought y’all knew
And I reppin nothin even it’s twenty of you
I think it’s plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil shawty, I’m makin bread
f**k all y’all born hataz wit hatred born to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G’s and Gat’z
And shawty matter of fact these trill g’s and dub’s
We ain’t talkin behind yo back and we ain’t scared to bust
I’m by myself, but bein alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz,
we’ll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz,
we’ll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
ATL off da chain down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you gon disappear
You walk in da club, it’s tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
Beatin in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin down ya block in that 89′ Chevy
Tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
Screamin «swang shawty» to da boys dat can’t stand me
Yeah shawty — I’ma ATL slugga
Knockin out heads on you pussy mothaf**kaz
Shawty be sayin «scr*p you cool boy»
But I known in my heart dat I’ma headbussa boy !
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz,
we’ll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz
We some headbussaz, we some head bussaz,
we’ll knock a hata out, we some headbussaz

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Work It Out Lyrics — Beyonce Knowles — слова, текст песни

How ya doin’, honey, baby
You know I don’t ask for much
But for a girl spendin’ time alone
Can be pretty rough
But I get a knock on my door
I know it’s yours for sure
We can’t wait for the bedroom
So we just hit the floor
Is y’all alright
I don’t know, but I know what’s happened
to me, girl, hey
Is y’all alright
Uh, break it down now
She gotta work it out
He gotta work it out
A brother gotta work it out
Whoa…whoa…
Child, blow your horn now
Come on, Child, blow your horn now
So we’re shakin’ back and forth now
Just keep it comin’, babe
treat my body like a guitar
You gotta, you gotta keep on strummin’
But in the back of my mind
Is it gonna be the last time
Well, if it ain’t about lovin’ and you gon’ keep it
comin’
Well, baby, with me that’s fine
Is y’all alright
I don’t know, but I know what I know what’s happened
to me, girl
Is y’all alright
Uh, break it down now
She gotta work it out
He gotta work it out, whoa…
Brother gotta work it out
Oh…whoa…
child, blow your horn now
Come on, child, blow your horn now
child, blow your horn now
Come on, child, blow your horn now
I like this
Ooh…ooh…hey
Uh
Look-a here
Bring it
So baby, hold me
Like you don’t wanna let go
I’m feelin foxxy
‘Cause boy, you’re workin’ it out
My love you’ve given me a taste of your honey
I want the whole beehive
I’m gonna call you my sugar to fly high
The sweetest time
You gotta work it out
You gotta work it out
Brother gotta work it out
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
I like it when the horn go
I like it when the horn go
I like it when the horn go
I like it when the horn go
Austin better work it out
Foxxy better work it out
AP3 better work it out
AP3 better work it out

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Beautiful Lyrics — Snoop Dogg — слова, текст песни

[Hook 2X’s: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh… (Oh-hooo!)
Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh… (Ehh… oh yeah, there’s something about you…)
[Chorus 2X’s]
Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh-hooo!)
You’re my favorite girl… (Ehh… oh yeah, there’s something about you…)
I know you gon’ lose it, this new Snoop sh*t
Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it (Oh-hooo!)
Don’t fool wit the playa with the cool whip
Yeah-yeah, you know I’m always on that cool sh*t
Walk to it, do it how you do it
Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and, (Oh-hooo!)
Lil’ cutie lookin’ like a student
Long hair, wit’cha big fat booty
Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit
Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it (Oh-hooo!)
The girl wanna do it, I just might do it
Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp fluid
Mommy don’t worry, I won’t abuse it
Hurry up and finish so we can watch «Clueless» (Oh-hooo!)
I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this
But everybody know who girl that you is
[Chorus 2X’s]
[Verse 2]
When I see my baby boo, sh*t, I get foolish
Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it (Oh-hooo!)
Homeboy, she taken, just move it
I asked you nicely, don’t make the Dogg lose it
We just blow ‘dro and keep the flow movin’
In a ’64, me nd baby boo cruisin’ (Oh-hooo!)
Body rag interior blue, and
Have them hydralics squeakin’ when we screwin’
Now she’s yellin’, hollerin’ out Snoop, and
Hootin’, hollerin’; hollerin’, hootin’ (Oh-hooo!)
Black and beautiful, you the one I’m choosin’
Hair long and black and curly like you’re Cuban
Keep groovin’, that’s what we doin’
And we gon’ be together until your moms move in… (Oh-hooo!)
[Pharrell:] Ehh… oh yeah, there’s something about you…
[Chorus & Hook: 2X’s]
[Bridge 2X’s: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
…See I just want you
To know that you are really special…
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why…
[Verse 3]
Snoop Dogg Clothing, that’s what I’m groomed in
You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in (Oh-hooo!)
Girls be complainin’ you keep me boomin’
But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone (Ehh… oh yeah, there’s
something about you…)
You’s a college girl, but that don’t stop you from doin’
Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in (Oh-hooo!)
You don’t ask why I roll wit a crew, and
Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh… oh yeah, there’s something
about you…)
On the eastside, that’s the crew I choose
Nothin’ I do is new to you (Oh-hooo!)
I smack up the world if they rude to you (Ehh…)
‘Cause baby girl you so beautiful…
[Chorus 2X’s]
[Bridge 4X’s]
[P:] Ehh… oh yeah, there’s something about you… Oh-hooo!
[Repeat ’til fade]

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Never Can Say Goodbye Lyrics — Isaac Hayes — слова, текст песни

I Never can say goodbye, no, no, no, no, now.
I never can say goodbye.
Even though the pain and heartache
seems to follow me wherever I go,
Though I try and try to hide my feelings,
they always seems to show,
Then you try to say you’re leaving me
and I always have to say no,
tell me why is it so.
That I never can say goodbye, no, no, no, no, now.
I never can say goodbye.
Everytime I think I’ve had enough
and start heading for the door,
There’s a very strange vibration
piercing me right through the core,
It says, «Turn around, you fool, you know you love him more and more.»
Tell me why is it so.
Don’t wanna let go.
Never can say goodbye.
Boy oo oo baby.
Never can say goodbye. No no no no no oo.
Oh, I never can say goodbye.
Boy oo oo.
I never can say goodbye. No no no no no oo.
Never can say goodbye, no, no, no, no, now.
I never can say goodbye.
I keep thinking that our propblems
soon are all gonna work out.
But there’s that same unhappy feeling,
there’s that anguish, there’s that doubt.
It’s the same old dizzy hangup,
can’t do with you or without.
Tell me why is it so, don’t wanna let you go.

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Just Dropped In / To See What Condition My Condition Was In Lyrics — Sharon Jones & The Dap-kings — слова, текст песни

I woke up this morning with the sun out shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag but then
I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed in
I watched myself crawling out now, as I came crawling in
I got up so tight I couldn’t unwind
I saw so much, I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Somebody painted April fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles out of Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

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Ordinary Joe Lyrics — Terry Callier — слова, текст песни

For my openin’ line
I might try to indicate my state of mind
or turn you on
or tell you that I’m laughin’
just to keep from cryin’
pretty music, when you hear it,
keep on tryin’ to get near it
a little rhythm for your spirit
but that’s what it’s for
c’mon in here’s the door
I’ve seen a sparrow get high
and waste his time in the sky
he thinks it’s easy to fly
he’s just little bit freer than I
Now here’s a mystery
maybe you can help to make it clear to me
When you’re fast asleep
and than what is that’s lightin’ up the dreams you see
all your tears can’t conceal it
all your prayers may not reveal it
you got soul so you can feel it
and when you make the scene
then you’ll know what I mean
I’ve seen a sparrow get high
and waste his time in the sky
he thinks it’s easy to fly
he’s just little bit freer than I
Down here on the ground
when you fine folks are givin’ you the runarround
keep your game up up-tight
and if you must just take your secrets underground
now, politicians try to speech you
mad color watchers try to teach you
very few will really try to reach you
if you’re lost in the stack
that’s ok come on black
Now I’d be the last to deny
that I’m just an average guy
and don’t you know each little bird in the sky
Is just a little bit freer than I
Ordinary Joe, people say you’re just a lazy so and so
what they think is real
is nothing but an animated puppet show
So don’t let time and space confuse you
don’t let name and form abuse you
let Big Joe Williams blues you
in the light of the sun you can see how they run

Смотреть видео Ordinary Joe Lyrics — Terry Callier

Do Your Thing Lyrics — Bernie Mac & Samuel L. Jackson — слова, текст песни

If music makes you move
And you can really groove
Groove on, groove on
If you feel like you wanna make love
Under the stars above
Love on, love on
If there’s something that you wanna say
And Talking is the only way
Rap on, rap on
Cause whatever your gonna do
You gotta do your thing
If you feel like you wanna swing
(No damn clue what is said under the crowd screaming)
Scream on, scream on
If you feel like you wanna sing
Cause singing is your thing
Sing on, sing on
If you wanna make love all night
Cause you feel its right
Right on, right on
Cause whatever your gonna do
You gotta do your thing
[Thanks to Socrates for lyrics]

Смотреть видео Do Your Thing Lyrics — Bernie Mac & Samuel L. Jackson

Manolis O Hasiklis Lyrics — Shantel — слова, текст песни

They got you down Manoli,
What have you done to me?
No sound or wave, nor how funky it’d be,
«sti filaki tha mbeis »
What’s wrong with you Manoli.
You were the one so proud.
They got you down saying «let me hit.»
Let this game tonight.
Ego ime finos mangkas ke finos chasiklis
Ki otan tha ti fumaro na xomologitheis.
Ela vre manolaki na ta limarume,
Na strosume kuverta na tus ta parume.
Gia sena re manoli ta rucha mu pulo
Ke pairno baglamades ke paizo ke glento.
Ela vre Manolaki na peksis baglama
Na ftiaxoume kefali ston pseftiko dunia.

Смотреть видео Manolis O Hasiklis Lyrics — Shantel

I’ve Never Found A Girl / To Love Me Like You Do Lyrics — Eddie Floyd — слова, текст песни

Ain`t no love, ain`t no love, like my baby`s love.
It`s like burnin` fire, set off in my bones.
Ain`t no lonely days, ain`t no lonely nights.
Every little thing that she does,
You know the girl`s alright.
`cause i ain`t never, never, found me a girl,
Love me like you do, to love me like you do.
Ain`t no man, ain`t no man, go a little woman like me.
You got all the lovin` baby, what a sweet girl can claim.
You`re every poor boys dream, you`re every poor boys dream,
More than you`re every rich mans friend.
Woah but i`m gonna give you all my money honey,
If you`ll stay right there,
`cause i ain`t never, never, found me a girl,
Love me like you do, to love me like you do.
`cause i ain`t never, never, found me a girl,
Love me like you do, to love me like you do.
`cause i ain`t never, never, found me a girl,
Love me like you do, to love me like you do

Смотреть видео I’ve Never Found A Girl / To Love Me Like You Do Lyrics — Eddie Floyd

I’m Your Puppet Lyrics — John Legend, Bernie Mac & Samual L. Jackson — слова, текст песни

(Samuel L. Jackson & Bernie Mac)
Pull the string and I’ll wink at you, I’m your puppet
I’ll do funny things if you want me to, I’m your puppet
(John Legend)
I’m yours to have and to hold
Darling, you’ve got full control I’m your puppet (Mmm yeah)
(Samuel L. Jackson & Bernie Mac)
Pull them little strings and I’ll kiss your lips, I’m your puppet (ooh ooh oh yeah)
Snap your finger and I’ll turn you some flips, I’m your puppet (oh yes I am)
(John Legend)
Your every wish is my command
All you got to do is wiggle your little hand
I’m your puppet,(oh yes I am) I’m your puppet
I’m just a toy, just a funny boy
That makes you laugh when you are blue
I’ll be wonderful, do just what I’m told
I’ll do anything for you
I’m your puppet,(oh yes I am) I’m your puppet (yeah yeah c’mon)
(Samuel L. Jackson & Bernie Mac)
Just pull them little strings and I’ll sing you a song, I’m your puppet (c’mon c’mon)
Make me do right or make me do wrong, I’m your puppet.(Mmm Come on)
(John Legend)
Treat me good and I’ll do anything
I’m just a puppet and you hold my string, I’m your puppet (oh yes I am) I’m your puppet
(Samuel L. Jackson)
I’m your walking, talking, living, loving puppet
I’m hanging on a string,
I’ll do anything, I’m your puppet I’m your puppet (ooh ooh)
(Bernie Mac)
Hug you, Kiss you, pick you up and put you down (guess what)
I’m your puppet, yes I am, I’m your puppet, Oohhhh I’m your puppet
I’m your puppet baby, baby, c’mon c’mon c’mon
heey eeey yeeah eeah yeah yeah
[Thanks to Adrian Skepi for lyrics]

Смотреть видео I’m Your Puppet Lyrics — John Legend, Bernie Mac & Samual L. Jackson

The Creator Has A Master Plan Lyrics — Leon Thomas — слова, текст песни

There was a time, when peace was on the earth,
And joy and happiness did reign and each man knew his worth.
In my heart how I yearn for that spirit’s return
And I cry, as time flies,
Om, Om.
There is a place where love forever shines,
And rainbows are the shadows of a presence so divine,
And the glow of that love lights the heavens above,
And it’s free, can’t you see, come with me.
The creator has a master plan,
peace and happiness for every man
The creator has a working plan,
peace and happiness for every man
The creator makes but one demand,
happiness through all the land.

Смотреть видео The Creator Has A Master Plan Lyrics — Leon Thomas

I Want To Be Your Man Lyrics — Zapp & Roger — слова, текст песни

Her lady
Let me tell you why I,
I cant live my life without you
(Ooooh baby)
Everytime I see you walkin by I cannot think
You dont notice me, but in time you will
I must make you understand
(I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man
(I wanna be your man)
Yes I do yeah yeah
(I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man
(I wanna be your man)
Wanna be your man
Betta not pass me by
Cuz if you do you’ll lose good thing(thing)
(Ooooh baby)
Cuz what I gotta say
Is sealed with a kiss
And a wedding ring(wedding ring)
My mind is blind at times
I cant see anyone but you
Those other girls dont matter
No, they cant spoil my view
I must make you understand
(I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man
(I wanna be your man)
Yes I do yeah yeah
(I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man
(I wanna be your man)
Wanna be your man
Words can never say what I feel
Its to intense
(ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oh)
I tried I tried I tried I tried
To tell you how I feel
But I get mixed up(so mixed up)
My mind is blind at times
I cant see anyone but you
Those other girls dont matter
No, they cant spoil my view
I must make you understand
(I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man
(I wanna be your man)
Yes I do yeah yeah
(I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man
(I wanna be your man)
Wanna be your man
(I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man
(I wanna be your man)
Yes I do
(I wanna be your man)
(I wanna be your man)
Wanna be your man

Смотреть видео I Want To Be Your Man Lyrics — Zapp & Roger

Miss You (Dr. Dre Remix 2002) Lyrics — The Rolling Stones — слова, текст песни

I’ve been holding out so long
I’ve been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
I’ve been hanging on the phone
I’ve been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Well, I’ve been haunted in my sleep
You’ve been staring in my dreams
Lord I miss you.
I’ve been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
It’s just some friends of mine that say,
«Hey, what’s the matter man?
We’re gonna come around at twelve
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin’ to meet you
We’re gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, let’s go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to»
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Won’t you come on! Come on!
I’ve been walking Central Park
Singing after dark
People think I’m crazy
I’ve been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
People ask me, «What’s the matter with you boy?»
Sometimes I want to say to myself
Sometimes I say
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I won’t miss you child
I guess I’m lying to myself
It’s just you and no one else
Lord I won’t miss you child
You’ve been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I won’t miss you, baby, yeah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Lord, I miss you child
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah

Смотреть видео Miss You (Dr. Dre Remix 2002) Lyrics — The Rolling Stones

Comfort Me Lyrics — Sharon Leal — слова, текст песни

You Give Me Love
Like I Never Had
You Make Me Feel Good
When I’m Feeling Bad
So Come On And Comfort me
Ohhhhhhh, Baby
You Know The Way
I Showed You How
To Love Me Right
So Comfort Me Tonight
I Will Make Your Way Easy
Take Your Time
You Know How To Mend It
Love Me Til’ I Can’t Stand It
Come On And Comfort Me
Ohhhhhhh, You Know The Way
To Love Me Right
I Showed Ya How
So Comfort Me Tonight
Just One Touch
That’ll Be Enough
You Should Know
I’m So Easy To Love
Come On And Comfort Me
Ohhhhhhh, You Know The Way
To Love Me Right
Cause I Told You How
So Comfort Me Tonight
Come On And Comfort Me Honey
You Know The Way Baby
Cause I Showed You Right
I Want It, I Want It
Why Don’t You Comfort Me?
[Thanks to Deshawn for lyrics]

Смотреть видео Comfort Me Lyrics — Sharon Leal

Boogie Ain’t Nothing / But Getting’ Down Lyrics — Bernie Mac & Samuel L. Jackson — слова, текст песни

Come on Children and gather round
want yall to see want I’m putting down its a thing everybody can do
so come on children and do the boogie too.
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
Floyd Henderson boogie on down
Lewis Heinz Boogie on down
listen to the band when they get through all they got is the boogie too
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
boogie ain’t nothin’ but gettin’ down
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
I got some boogie for you
[Thanks to Tiffany for lyrics]

Смотреть видео Boogie Ain’t Nothing / But Getting’ Down Lyrics — Bernie Mac & Samuel L. Jackson

We Got More Soul Lyrics — Dyke and the Blazers — слова, текст песни

Tell the world
Sisters and my brothers
We got more soul, dig it
Sisters and my brothers
We got more soul
We got Ray Charles
Doing his thing
We got James Brown, yeah
Doing his thing too
We got more soul
We got more soul
We got more soul
We got more soul
Dig it now
When we walk
We got more soul
We got it, when we talk
We got more soul
We got it, when we sing
Lord, have mercy
We got more soul
We got it
When we dance
We got more soul
We got Johnnie Taylor
Doing his thing
We got Johnnie Taylor
Yeah, doing his, ow
Listen!
We got more soul
We got more soul
We got more soul
We got more soul
Dig it
We got Aretha Franklin
Doing her thing
We got Nancy Wilson
Doing her thing
We got Pearl Bailey
Yeah, doing her thing
We got more soul
We got more soul, dig it
My sisters and my brothers
We got more soul
When we walk
We got it…

Смотреть видео We Got More Soul Lyrics — Dyke and the Blazers

It’s Your Thing Lyrics — The Isley Brothers — слова, текст песни

It’s your thing
Do what you wanna do
I can’t tell you
Who to sock it to
It’s your thing
Do what you wanna do now
I can’t tell you
Who to sock it to
If you want me to love you, maybe I will
I need me a woman, it ain’t no big deal
You need love now, just as bad as I do
Makes me no difference now, who you give your thing to
It’s your thing
(It’s your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can’t tell you
Who to sock it to
It’s your thing
(It’s your thing)
Do what you wanna do now
I can’t tell you
Who to sock it to
Alright
Lord have mercy
It’s your thing
Do what you wanna do
I can’t tell you
Who to sock it to, hit me babe
It’s your thing
(It’s your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can’t tell you
Who to sock it to
I’m not trying to run your life
I know you wanna do what’s right
Ah, give your love girl, do whatever you choose
How can you lose, with the stuff you use, now?
It’s your thing
(It’s your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can’t tell you
Who to sock it to
It’s your thing
(It’s your thing)
Do what you wanna do
Don’t let me tell you
Who to sock it to
Let me hear you say it’s my thing
(It’s your thing)
I do what I wanna do
I can’t tell you

Смотреть видео It’s Your Thing Lyrics — The Isley Brothers

Get Down Lyrics — Curtis Mayfield — слова, текст песни

Get down, baby
To the funky, funky, funky groove
Get down, baby
Let the light reflect upon your natural mood
Get down, baby
Your creative mood shall express itself
Get down, baby
After life and desire there is nothing left
We’re all children of the world
A hungry man in search for a hungry girl
It’s strange, so plain we’re all cannibal
The most wasted and two faced of all animals
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Take my soul, baby
When you reel I can feel so much desire
Take my soul, baby
Life unfolds from my soul when you start a fire
So get down, just get down
Get down, baby
As the rhythm should follow through your able soul
Get down, baby
Play the part like a pro in a perfect role
Get down, baby
To the funky, funky, funky groove
Get down, baby
Let the light reflect upon your natural mood
One can never point out the actual path
Of the mysterious need in a female’s heart
Man can only follow not knowing how
His faith might erupt [Incomprehensible]
So get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down
Get down, baby
To the funky, funky, funky groove
Get down, baby
Let the light reflect upon your natural move
Take my soul, baby
Your creative mood shall express itself
Take my soul, baby
After life and desire there is nothing left
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down
Get down, get down

Смотреть видео Get Down Lyrics — Curtis Mayfield

Disko Lyrics — Jan Delay — слова, текст песни

Ist da mal wieder so ne Phase,
wo gar nix la»uft au?er die Nase
Ja alles geht daneben oder schief
Du und dein Horoskop — Ich glaub irgendwie habt ihr beef
Ich hab was dir fehlt
und ich hab was du brauchst
Eine volle Packung Disko
ja die bringt dich wieder rauf
Und darum lieben wir die
Disko
Ja darum ziehn wir in die
Disko
Tanken Endorphine in der
Disko
Lauter Sound und bunte Lichter
Disko
Lassen uns von innen glitzern
Disko
Disko
Disko
Disko
Bist du eher so der Regungslose
Sofa, Fernseher und Trainingshose
Oder bist du genau das Gegenteil
so auf Karriere geil und Streberstyle
Ich sag dir die beiden Extreme
die sind auf die Dauer echt nicht zu empfehlen
Denn wenn du la»nger schon nicht mehr auf Party warst
Kann’s in dir ka»lter werden als in Stalingrad
Ich hab was dir fehlt
und ich hab was du brauchst
Eine di*ke Ladung Disko
ja die bringt dich wieder rauf
Und darum lieben wir die
Disko
Ja darum ziehn wir in die
Disko
Tanken Endorphine in der
Disko
Lauter Sound und bunte Lichter
Disko
Lassen uns von innen glitzern
Disko
Disko
Disko
Disko
{Bridge}
Und du sagst,
dir fehlt der Inhalt in dem Ganzen
Sorry — doch zu deinem Abitur,
da kann ich nicht tanzen
(nenene)
Und darum lieben wir die
Disko
Ja darum ziehn wir in die
Disko
Feiern u»bertrieben in der
Disko
Lauter Sound und bunte Lichter
Disko
Lassen uns von innen glitzern
Disko
Disko
Disko
Disko

Смотреть видео Disko Lyrics — Jan Delay

Hikky Burr Lyrics — Quincy Jones — слова, текст песни

Ooh Lord
Hikky-burr
Hikky-burr burr
Ooh lord
I’ll have some smack
Gulp
Ah, ha ha
Yeah
Ooh Lord
Woooh
Ah ha ha
Swallow a lot a stuff
Ha ha
Wooh
Haaa
Wo wo
Go get some, uh, you know em’ uh, you get a half a
pound of a small ribs?
And a cup full of reazinrizin
And a throw em’ on the ground and roll em’ up
And then ya get some radish
Eat em’ up
All around your face
Hikky-burr
Hikky hikky-burr, burr
Ooh lord
I tell you
You get some uh, have you ever had any rozinrizin.
That’s good, rozinrizin
And uh get a bottle of spalsi
And you in there
Look and yourself and say
Ooh lord
Hikky-burr, hikky-burr, hikky-burr, hikky-burr, hikky-burr, hikky-burr burr
Ooh Lord
Ah ha ha
Wooh Let me tell you
Wooh
Yeah I know

Смотреть видео Hikky Burr Lyrics — Quincy Jones

You Ain’t a Killer Lyrics — Big Punisher — слова, текст песни

[Verse 1]
The harsh realities of life is takin tolls
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it home
Take control, I’m makin dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.’s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don’t trust a soul
That’s all I know or need to, these evil streets’ll meet you
halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal
I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse
Sacrife your life to a higher force
Then I stomp your corpse it’s the Bronx of course recognize the accent?
One of the last livin still in action, general assassin
Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech
Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh
Any last requests before you meet your maker?
Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker
I’ll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in Satan’s fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, «The sh*t is Real» as Joe, we follow the killer’s code
When we come for you, tell me where will you go?
Nowhere to run, hide, I’ll find you and and silence your screams
And even if you kill me I’ll still be in your f**kin dreams
[Hook]
You ain’t a killer, you still learnin how to walk
From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk
Mark you for death, won’t even talk that East and West cr*p
From Watts to Lefrak, it ain’t where you’re from it’s where’s your gat
[Verse 2]
You made a grave mistake
Shouldn’t of come here, you changed your fate
Your brains’ll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes
The pain is great but only for a second
It starts strong then lessens
Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in
Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)
Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death
Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain
Even Jakes don’t trace the work so close the case to curtains
I’m hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain
There’s nuttin mo’ satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name
It’s not a game, it’s Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains
Big Pun’s my thug’s name, bustin my guns, that’s my love thang
I split the jug’ vein and snatch your Adam’s Apple
John Madden tackle your corpse
then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle
That’ll have to hurt, I’ll work your body ’til it burst
Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse
I’m worse than anything you ever been through
Sick in the head and mental
Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental
When you awaken, your manhood’ll be taken
Fakin like you Satan, when I’m the rhymin abomination
[Hook — 2X]
[Verse 3]
It’s hard to an*lyze which guys is spies, be advised people
We recognize who lies, it’s all in the eyes chico
We read ’em and see ’em for what they are
Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I’m a f**kin star
I’m up to par, my game is in a smash
With half a million in the stash
Passport with the gas, first name and last
Ask anybody if my men are rowdy
Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably
I’m obligated to anything if it’s crime related
If it shine I’ll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it
I hate the fact that I’m the last edition
Probably a stash magician
Could of went to college and been a mathematician
Bad decisions kept me out the game
Now I’m strickly out for cream
Doin things to fiends I doubt you’ll ever dream
My team’s the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the heaven’s King, down to the devil’s mezzanine
I never screamed so loud, I’m proud to be alive
Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full of surprises
It’s not what crew’s the livest
One that survive is who’s the wisest
[Hook — 2X]

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Soul in the Hole Lyrics — Wu All-Stars (Timbo King, Shyheim, Killa Sin) f/ Tekitha — слова, текст песни

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo whassup where my team where my team at?
C’mere y’all c’mere c’mere, circle around me y’all circle around me
Yo Timbo check it you bring the motherf**kin rock up
Sin Dreddy y’all niggaz is forward
Shyheim, I want you on guard
Tekitha baby girl yo check it you play center
Let’s rip these niggaz asses, c’mon kid
Word up, run
[Tekitha]
Hole… hole… oh oh ohhhh
[Timbo King]
We be a team, cause everybody plays a part in this
Ain’t no chuckin, we comin from the parks where the gun sparks
after dark, you got your three point shooters
Scrubs who quick to fire out cause your style is out
We drinkin quarts on courts so how you handle it
Shootin bricks or sellin bricks, we still scramblin
with offense and defense, I use the bassline
to score points frequent
Yo, yo
Yo check the mic so I can slam without a crossover
Wack jump shot punk rock players get tossed over
by the bleachers, I’m bringin pressure like a power foward
You try to walk and get away with it the ref saw it
Your startin five couldn’t get verbal live
I penetrate across the lane, all reasons mines
Percentage from the field is real, we hard boilin
Swish shot in your face, your coach is callin
for a timeout, I bomb your rhyme, with a free throw
Fast break through the legs crush your rookie ego
You steppin out of bounds son, now how that sound Dunn
I thought we was playin ball, don’t start at round one
[Ref — Dreddy Kruger]
Time the f**k out!
I got a illegal defense on the wack MC
Number four, you can’t be doin that sh*t
Hold on God, peace God, hold on, hold on
(Killa Sin: Oh sh*t I’m snuffin you!)
[Tekitha]
Soul… in the hole…
Soul… in the hole…
[Shyheim]
I know niggaz liver than Allan Iverson
Take it to the hole and roll it in, triple-double in
Suicide drills get your cavs built
Crossovers ill, have you thinkin water split
With the 2-3 zone we smoke em, like bones
And with the W-I-N, we, punchy at home
Sore losers take off they jersey, cause they ain’t James Worthy
Your b**ch mad cause they ain’t get they hands dirty
Lame, better not open up that Gatorade
until you game sport, hit the gym and train
Do some jumping jacks and situps, then maybe you can get up
But as for now the scoreboard gets lit up
Take you down the middle, and throw it all day
We number one draft pick W-S-A
Nigga, you can’t stop my J
How I do it everyday
[Killa Sin]
Yo, we throwin 52 blocks at outside shots to bubble up the snot box
No penalties or shot blocks, it’s similar to Comstock kid
You catch an elbow in this hell Hole of concrete
Add a touch of Soul before we compete
You better have your Vietnam fleet my squad deep like Ethiopians
Peep me in the open and I’m closin in
Focus on the broken rim now, we shake a bone out your stand
Toss a backpass, with enough force that it’d crack glass
We celebratin at last for stoppin you
So take your sorry black ass, back to the lockerroom, yo
My team work to make your team hurt, we pullin up skirts
So back down, before these Wu niggaz tear the f**kin shot down
What what what? No doubt, no doubt
We got the all-star lineup here
Y’all niggaz better sign up for my team kid, for real
[Tekitha]
Soul… in the hole…
Soul… in the hole…
Soul… in the hole…
So-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ul… in the ho-oh-le-le-le-le, Soul

Смотреть видео Soul in the Hole Lyrics — Wu All-Stars (Timbo King, Shyheim, Killa Sin) f/ Tekitha

Your Life Lyrics — O.C. f/ U NAST — слова, текст песни

[O.C.]
Uhh, uhh
Yeah, yeah
Hah, hah
U NAST and O.C.
O.C. and U NAST
Yeah, yeah
Medina style, y’know?
Commitin crimes with the rhymes, always on time
Lampin on the Island with a honey that’s a dime
Sippin on wine, escapin New York life
Fleein the inner city streets for a little paradise
I rent a villa on the beach on the lam
like a killer chillin, but I’m not a villain
Feelin effects of the Mai-Tai and the weed U NAST
copped from the rastas, gettin, high as the climate
Designer drug dosage, raps I spit
be ferocious, quote it like Confucious
Thick like mucus in the membrane, penetrate like Ben-Gay
On the mic motherf**kers call me Sensei
Cluster, illustrious like a carat that I got
from the District, bust rhymes like a biscuit
Mister, Oh pronunciated with the Cee
Mesmerizing chicks from New York to gay Paris
[Chorus: O.C.]
I never knew that my life it could be so hard
Whatsamatter with your life?
Gotta get yourself together, and make things right y’know
Whatsamatter with your world?
[U NAST]
General Monk mong style U NAST I get wild
Chase you two thousand two hundred miles outside of town
Yo Oh hold it down (no doubt) at the rate that sound travel
My team’ll have you caught from a smokin barrel
Dead or paralyzed, my mack parallel lines
is my rhymes, the sh*t I design
You and I burst, I verse, draw last die first
Time to realize you’re f**kin with the worst
and it gets no better than the twenty-first letter
Can’t a man on the planet stop the God from gettin cheddar
[O.C.]
Yeah, uhh
Yeah, yeah
Whatsamatter with your world?
We in the mix like this, drink Henn (pop Crist)
Warmin up another verse (yo Son I got this)
[U NAST]
Watch this how I rock sh*t, lock sh*t
Six hundred Coupe chop shop sh*t, ?be gafe rop chop sh*t?
[O.C.]
Hey I like spike mics like football punts
Man I do this on the real yo this sh*t ain’t no front
[U NAST]
No illusions, I want the absence of confusion
[both]
And if I can’t get it I’ma start a revolution
[U NAST]
Yeah, know what I’m sayin?
Everything that glitters ain’t gold
And when I seem I’m at my tightest that’s when I lose control
But right now, me and Oh, we gonna show you how it is back at home
[?Nevaha?]
So what’s the deal people, how y’all, it’s ?Nevaha?
Caught a little drama back in South Carolina
Caught up in some bullsh*t a half a brick thick
Me and these three cats and this one sneaky b**ch
Called up wifey, «Mama, I need bail
Don’t tell Mama Dukes tell I get out jail»
Airplane ticket, get the loot, move your tail
Now it’s back to the drawin boards, my plans fail
Couple weeks later, here comes wifey’s birthday
You’re turnin twenty-four, it’s a glorious day
Showed you all my plans down to X on the map
Ten days after that you lied dead on my lap
I seen my whole world diminish in just, two minutes
Where I thought our life was startin off, yours just finished
Now I’m home at night, holdin down our seed
Tears rollin down my face while I steam these trees
It’s a must that I bust cause I must succeed
I’m the strongest out my breed so I provide what Mia needs
[O.C.]
Whatsamatter with your world?
[Chorus]
[O.C.]
Yeah… co-signing on my nigga trial, sh*t got wild
He caught a case for a body and a pist-al, sh*t’s foul
Cats run they mouth a mile a minute like b**ches
Instead of holdin it down, niggaz turn snitches
Stressed like f**k and you could see it in my face
I was, goin through problems with my shorty plus thinkin
bout my man ?Nevaha?, politickin with his Ma Dukes
Strugglin to scr*pe up cake, for his court date
I felt like sh*t, I didn’t come through
Blue skies turned gray so I proceed to pray
It ain’t workin, the whole situation’s uncertain
Rent’s overdue, bills pilin like curtains
b**ches on my back, this chick named Cat
was on my side til I got wise and opened up my eyes
Bad luck for this life I hail, I say
Whatsamatter with my world?
[Chorus: repeat to fade]

Смотреть видео Your Life Lyrics — O.C. f/ U NAST

Groove Me Lyrics — Angie Stone — слова, текст песни

Awww, sookie sookie now!
Hey! Oww, uhh! Come on, baby!
Hey there, Sugar Dumplin’,
Let me tell you something
Boy, I’ve been trying to say.
You look so sweet,
And you’re so doggone fine.
Just can’t get you out of my mind.
You’ve become a sweet taste in my mouth.
And now I wanna be your spouse,
Oh that we can live happily, nah-nah,
In a great big ol’ roomy house.
Just as long as you groove, baby.
Ohh, yeah.
Make me feel good inside.
Come on and groove me, baby.
I need you to groove me darling.
Ahhh, yeah, make me feel good inside.
Come on and groove me baby
Uhh, I need, groove me darling.
Uhh, yeah yeah. Uhh
Hey there, Sugar Dumplin’,
Come on, give me something
Boy, I I’ve been needing for days.
Yes, I’m good, good loving,
Plenty, plenty hugging.
Ooh, you sweet little thang, you.
Boy, between you and me, nah-nah,
We don’t need no company.
No other man, no other girl
Enter into our world,
Not as long as you groove, baby. Boy oh yeah yeah
Come on and groove me, baby.
I need, groove me darkling, boy.
Uhh! Groove me, baby! Come on and groove me!
Hey, oh yeah
I, I, I, I want you to groove
Come on and groove me, baby.

Смотреть видео Groove Me Lyrics — Angie Stone

Visions of Blur Lyrics — Darc Mind — слова, текст песни

Ahh, Darc Mind
Current state of affairs
What?
Yeah
Nowaday I profit from forfeiture, my kingdom for a whip
Brother fixating Arm and Legging for the celly that flip
Next foreign liquors, Versace, dominate the punchline
Intellectual crunchtime, I rhyme a 40, ghetto lunch line
Rhyme niggaz that once tried; they bust a nut I’m bustin back
Just a short average brother, ain’t many mo’ left
Craven images treasured foul measures forsake for hip-hop
Drug abuse enthusements aborted seeds out of wedlock
Oedipus is a problem ?speeds a tri-colored dot?
The sinkin is from the blood of screams that shattered the violent
complete this paradise were savage — heard and not seen me
Blown into fists of brer and jostled every first and fifteenth
Say we’ll get over on vocation push the product for the people
Survival, hard ecnomoics and there’s players in the sequel
Grandmother’s prayin, God listenin too
Now whatchu gonna do, when time runs out on you
[Chorus:]
Visions are blurry, realism a gas
As Crook and Willie pass like sand through the hourglass
Visions are blurry, realism a sign
It’s quarter to, I’ma go for mine (I’ma go for mine)
[repeat first three lines]
?Kaproth drinkin money? Darc Mind
Set off your nigga plot schizm to scheme; it’s all in
the p**s and malt liquor wishes and collard green dreams
?Man who know half it seems? or play me down the real one
A single grain I stand amongst a muh-f**king mil
Nigga we charlatan, all flame and they don’t
Scores of imitators they spawn intoxicatin that hope
To what remains I guess y’all might check and one-two
and be dead bodies and fools you’re in a midlight of dope urban ruin
But true is able wicked ones that labelled and punished the man
Salvation begs for him who have the wisdom yet understand
it’s a battle for souls, hit while you can
Niggaz appendages of evil as if fingers on Shaitan hand
Searchin keep lookin for, the drugs are beamin up
Illuminati ill experiment, maybe that’s a fiend above
Be men connect with rhymes that cleanly love ya
Go round the world, you wake up early and yet you still ain’t seen enough
Rhyme a republican, you demo-cr*p already
Kept rock upheld as if I’m fightin upsteam to spread
See everything ain’t all about causes and effects
You gots to suffer, sacrifice then ressurect (ressurect) ressurect
[Chorus]
Be men that pay the bills you blaze ?you’re out of your curves?
On W-I, your lyric and actions speakin louder than words
You swerve a nerve and gaze murder to those who beat it unlevened
You’re braggin Maxima’s and Acura’s to carry you to heaven
A.M. the marketplace I’m gon’ say a rhythm
Rock a ruff rhyme and ?kitten? be my horn player
Head ahead and sound for ingredients, I’ll bring you some in form of rhyme
I’m whippin on return in time for pendulum
?Kaprockula, Corectula? The sight respective of fools
?Kaprock? selected, I guard my optimism like jewels
Clever directive, I shine while actually droppin these too
Got rhymes in hundreds like a package of Kools, rhythms of mackers who rule
Create vivid he be the highway high I stand beside
the thumb and funky beats hopin to ride it, grab hold and flow
I cut it divide it slip a twenty inside it fool ya bite it
See me claiming glory from astride it leave my crew delighted
Come hither skeptic of my ministry you doubt it commas
Kick a complicated like a ?venice dream? while others vomit
G’n forgettin that I’m symmetry, them others aren’t
Infinite production type funky, ?house speaker warrant?
Harlem product and slang it body prove effective
Just a little while you’re ghetto political incorrectness
Minds of many manipulated pawns of power
They be praisin they oppressor nowadays (nowadays) nowadays
[Chorus]

Смотреть видео Visions of Blur Lyrics — Darc Mind

Helpless Lyrics — Kim Weston — слова, текст песни

Every day I walk some lonely street
Searching for you till you come back to me
People around stop and stare
As if they know the hurt I bear
Suddenly I realize I’m crying crying crying
‘Cause I’m in a helpless situation
And I need some consolation
‘Cause my mind is in confusion
And my heart feels much abusion
Since you’ve been gone keeps me crying crying crying
In the shelter of your love my strength I found
But now I’m useless baby since you’re not around
I’m helpless baby
Ooh wee baby baby
I’m helpless since I lost your love
Helpless ’cause now I need your love
I never needed no one before
But now I need you more and more
Since you’ve been gone keeps me crying crying crying
‘Cause I’m helpless ’til you come back to me
Helpless in this world I grieve
I need your words of comfort and
I need those happy times we spent
I’m in a hopeless state of confusion
And your love is the only solution
‘Cause I’m in a helpless situation
And I need some consolation
‘Cause my mind is in confusion
Till I’m having strange illusions
Loneliness deep inside keeps me crying crying crying
‘Cause I’m in a helpless situation
And I need some consolation
‘Cause my mind is in confusion
Till I’m having strange illusions
Loneliness deep inside keeps me crying crying crying

Смотреть видео Helpless Lyrics — Kim Weston

Das Letzte Hemd hat leider keine Taschen Lyrics — Hans Albers — слова, текст песни

Johnny ist pleite
So sagen die Leute
Und er hat doch so gespart
Denn seine Kasse ist leer mangels Masse
Und jetzt hat er so’n Bart
Als man um Rat
Mich mal gefragt
Hab ich nur la»chelnd gesagt:
Das letzte Hemd
Hat leider keine Taschen
Man lebt nur einmal, einmal, einmal auf der Welt
Drum lasst uns schnell
Den kleinen Rest vernaschen
Im Himmel braucht der Mensch, bestimmt, bestimmt kein Geld!
Das war schon fru»her so
Das ist aber auch noch heute so
Im Himmel braucht der Mensche bestimmt kein Geld!
Das letzte Hemd
Hat leider keine Taschen
Man lebt nur einmal, einmal, einmal auf der Welt
Drum lasst uns schnell
Den kleinen Rest vernaschen
Im Himmel braucht der Mensch, bestimmt, bestimmt kein Geld!

Смотреть видео Das Letzte Hemd hat leider keine Taschen Lyrics — Hans Albers

Score Lyrics — Dead Prez — слова, текст песни

Know what I’m sayin
Life is like a game of basketball
They just want niggas to run jump and shoot
[chorus:]
The game, of life, is a struggle to survive
We live, to win, cause if we lose, than we die
[verse 1:]
What’s the word for the day homeboy
It ain’t nothin but this killin sh*t
Tryin to get this money right quick
You know how it is
Nigga tryin to eat food and live, smoke weed
Payin rent on my crib so I can breathe
Life is not about the quickest speed
What you achieve
Come to greed by the grief
And what you get is what you see
In your mind visually
And manifest physically
If you stick to it sh*t’ll work out terrificly
Take me, everyday my life be hectic and stressful
Never really know if im’a ever be successful
But the best things you get out of life require struggle
If it don’t you gettin hustled homeboy
You gettin hustled
How I see it
Anything you wanna be you can be it
If your mind can preceive it
And your heart really believe it
Than you half way there and all you got to do is do it
And if you give it all you got there ain’t really
Nothin’ to it
[Chorus]
Score, this ain’t no game this is war
Score, this ain’t no game this is war
Score, this ain’t no game this is war
Score, this ain’t no game this is war
[talking in background]
Get your f**king heads in the game, please!
This season don’t mean nothin if we lose this!
word up
[Verse 2:]
As a, black boy
Started out a bundle of joy
but quickly I grew playin with toys
Than you started makin noise as a youth
Tryin to figure out the truth
Behind the sh*t that the schools ain’t tellin
First come rebellin, then come drug sellin
Juvenile court, ’cause you too young to be a felon
Knew that everything around you was yours
But you gotta maintain the game of wealth that the
World has in store
A wise man told you before
You got the power to bring things to life black boy
You can test it
Everything you see is just a thought manifested
But before you had a chance to know that
You got arrested
And it all seems clear to you know, you can breathe
It was different
When you couldn’t see the forest from the trees
If you follow your dreams you can accomplish anything
If you always do your best then your destiny is king
Of the world
[Chorus]
People don’t let life, no no
Don’t let life mislead you
You have the power
People don’t let life
Don’t let life deceive you
You have the power
Yeah, score this ain’t no game this is war
Score, this ain’t no game this is war
Score, this ain’t no game this is war
Score, this ain’t no game this is war
[Verse 3:]
Life is like twistin’ a blunt, it’s how you roll with it
Just figure out what you want and go and get it
anybody tryin’ to stop you
For tryin to do for you
That’s your enemy dun
The sun be right up in your crew
That’s true
Life is a thinking mans game
Use your head for it
Ain’t no use in bein scared a sh*t
If you prepared for it
Go for what you know good
This whole wide world is your hood
Plus the universe
Cause you was on the planet first
Score, this ain’t no game this is war [X4]
[Chorus]
People don’t let life, no no
Don’t let life mislead you
You have the power
People don’t let life
Don’t let life deceive you
You have the power
Just use your power
Don’t be a fool
Don’t ever lose your cool
You got the power

Смотреть видео Score Lyrics — Dead Prez

Won on Won Lyrics — Cocoa Brovaz — слова, текст песни

Smoky Lah, me got flav
Smoky Gunz, Cocoa B’s
Who wanna look like, wanna act like us
Wanna be like, roll the trees like us
Wanna talk like wanna walk like us
Wanna flip like get ripped like us
Wanna act like know you’re black like us
Wanna flip like kick sh*t like us
Wanna bust like you ain’t rough like us
Tek and Steele, Won on Won, Smoky Guns, what?
DING! That’s the sound of the bell
«Oh sh*t!» is all you heard before you fell
to the canvas, all washed up like my dirty drawers
and pants get, try to challenge get damaged
Plain and simple, with bandages around your temple
Easily erased out the picture like pencil
Peeped me once, saw me again got your pistol
I put permanent fear in your heart like a dimple
Son hold my A.V. let me rock this no-body
Comin out the closet tryin to stop my money?
Actin like you’re sweet cause he ain’t see me in the streets
Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet
You called me I was there on some Candyman sh*t
Wear that ass out in front your kids and your b**ch
Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw
Walk away, parley in front of Achmed’s store
We don’t give a WHAT about you, tell them niggaz who sent you
Let em come, have em all open wide like dentals
Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you
If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to
Nigga I’d wish you’d, talk about runnin for guns
Get your Bankhead Bounce like insufficient funds
Left ass-out a home beggin like bums
Cut off, swept off the floor like crumbs
I’m from N.Y.C.I.T.Y. stay high
Lazy eye ghetto celeb rap guy from Bed-Stuy
Splash in two lines, me no long rhymes
losing your attention taking up your time
I gets mine and breathe, bout it bout it like P
Too many wannabe me, wanna flow blow hold dough
like Smoky (Smoky Lah), fly across seas
blow shows for B.C.C. (knock you out), but you can’t be
You heard me, you soft like porridge
You ain’t gettin money and you have no courage
(Aiyyo son, let me at they ass son)
Introducing, the one who gets you bugged like a lucie
Same height, same weight, same fight skills like Bruce Lee
Try me, ready for those who wanna harm me
Don’t toy with me, you wanna be all you can be, join the Army
I swarm like bees plus sting too, bring grooves
I blow em out like hankies (hachoo!) nab you like cops do
For the longest I’ve been waitin, to take it to these Jafaicans
Corner eyeballin on the moves that we was makin
Thinkin that we lost it cause our line was closed
Can’t stop a hungry nigga with nuttin to live foe
I’ma see that dough, many hustlers I know
Three car longshark white chalk and celo
Yo, I think I’ll take this time to remind you
not to sit by the line, test mine, CrimeStoppers won’t find you
Before we come kickin your door to the floor
Throw you to the wall, making you our prisoner of war
Cut you too short to take walks with Tattoo
Attack you from your front open you back with my scalpel
Snatch two, niggaz from the crew if they got
anything to do with motherf**kers coming back to avenge you
I intend to, get down for my temple
Keep a strong mental when dealin with evils that men do
Them who, fail to comprehend I
Recommend you remember you’re dealin with men who’ll
send you — — off in a coffin
Cause far too often niggaz are gettin lost and it’s costin
body parts, from anybody that starts
We play the hackers, takin rappers apart
Dissect em, from they rectum, to they necks
double check them make sure sh*t’s correct then direct them
To the section, where the session’s, in progression
Where you come to get blessed by Smif-N-Wessun
[various talk to outro]

Смотреть видео Won on Won Lyrics — Cocoa Brovaz


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