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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]

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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]

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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…

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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]

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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.

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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

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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

Ride Lyrics — M.O.P. — слова, текст песни

[Intro:]
Yeah, Firing Squad nigga. Teflon. Salute
[Hook:]
I got a ride
You got a ride
We got a ride, that hit up from both sides
[X 1.5]
Yo, it’s the way of the world, right
And can’t nobody change, the way that nigga Williams does his thang
You see, I done stomped on 37 beats
And I’m still stuck in the core of the streets (nigga)
That’s me, voted, most likely to squeeze (blahaw)
Now I’m worth 6 hundered G’s
Ghetto warfare, heavy metal warfare
Plus I got all my motherf**kin’ thugs here
From ? buck ass wild Danz the rapid fire empire expands
And, shortie take notice, my sh*t sold
(Never went gold), but f**k it I’m still dope (broke)
Don’t pretend to be no millionaire
I’m makin’ dust somewhere, in the 7th coll on the third tear (yeah)
See that’s my destiny, although
We know none of the wack niggas is touchin’ me so…
[Hook (X1.5)]
M.(blahaw) O.(blahaw) P.(will rock) what we bring (real rap)
What you want (hip hop) here it is (feel that)
Roll with me, on this hip hop journey
I represent mine and whatever consern me
(The triple gold frame) walk with the bop gun cat name (Fame)
Must maintain, now I was raised in my (days)
On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice Crew (sh*t that I’m use to)
Now a days, rappers act pretty
Rap sh*tty, lost in this New Jack City
Talkin’ bout all the (cars you lust)
Guns you bust and still get roobed by the ones you trust
But y’all (dogs) soon will see (what’s that?)
What we bringin’ to this sheisty ass industry
Now (now) that’s my destiny, although,
We know none of y’all wack niggas is touchin’ me, so…
[Hook]
Now throw your motherf**kin’ hands up (for what?)
Keep it simple, ask no questions
We won’t pop this Smith-N-Wesso at your temple
(Do you know what we into?) Check the resemy
We exchange slugs with the thuggish thug niggas around the way
We still ill, Sometimes we deside to kill
But we still in the vill, so sometimes we liable to steal
Plus we bust, don’t mistake us for no other
Eye’s screamin’ like a demon
Finger itchin’ like a motherf**ker
Firing Squad, ill, ill Figure Nigger
Real we come up we homicide, we ride for the kill (buckbuckbuckbuckbuckbuck)
Black, emptyin’ on sight, use your head
You don’t wanna get up in this thug life
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Bobobobo Firing Squad nigga
Yeah, world famous, international
Bell ringin’, gun slingin’, downtown swingin’

Смотреть видео Ride Lyrics — M.O.P.

Late Night Action Lyrics — Organized Konfusion — слова, текст песни

No question we doin this sh*t once more, once more
Intro/Chorus: all together
The mic strikes, the main event, there`s no dull moment
They frail cause their shell lack one component
That`s the motive of locs, big payback sh*t
Organizin, for your Late Night Action
(repeat 2X, substitute fourth line in first repeat with «Organizin»)
[Prince Poetry]
I`m comin through to administer sinister, effects
Funky ghetto intellects, infrareds and the tecs
cause foes envy, look for the Remi I had it in me
Bark loud with the dogs like them frogs on ?skinny spinday?
[Boke Rule or Cairo]
Gimme gimme, you sweet get licked like Yum-Yum`s
Run up on your set with pumps and dum-dum`s
I let a nigga shine with his glass house image
Cause everything he own is us, with percentage
[Pharoahe Monch]
Aiyyo I never sold coke (what?) Never cut class (uhh)
Never shot handbrawl but I smoke a little grass, who?
Clever with the math, Queens remember boom bash tricks?
When it comes to rap, Pharoahe gets up in that ass quick
Chorus: repeat 2X
[all together]
We on the creep, gotta eat, on this level of next
Hold it down control the frequency in cash and sex
Another beat, hit the street, neat deposit the checks
Baby girl freaked it and ?stump? in those discotechques
When we get on people say, «Hey yo they ain`t no joke»
But these MC`s steady schemin lookin all down our throat
Organized and Ill Rahlos got your bubble on float
Now think about but overall nigga consider it broke
[Cairo or Boke Rule]
Premeditated combustible, skills variated
in the chamber of the cockback, waiting to be fragnated
Just in case it`s deadly the occupied skated
Then faded into a state, that made them obligated to wild
Motherf**kin mic striker, I splash with the rubber grip
rapid fire Star Trek phaser, ain`t nuttin over here
Mickey Mouse Phantasia, get your mouth
filled with blood, tryin to f**kin front like Frasier
[Prince Poetry]
Blaze ya, like the finest herbs imported from Asia
My laser, kinetics cuts ass like a razor
Prince the major I`m H-Bomb, ready to burst
with ambidexterous rhythms for your auto-reverse
Chorus: repeat 2X
[Boke Rule or Cairo]
Main event, mic strike, the holdin down the sh*t bit
I`m hip, caught the wire they were bringin in equipment
(Bring it On motherf**ker) who the mojo, launched from a distance
How could get grant union, infiltrate with precision
Nigga you could get your ass slammed, get your ass slammed
Niggaz lyrics is funny like ?Funk Go Lan?
But not my mens we Organized legendary
Slicin devils or bustin pushin b**ches off the ferry
[Pharoahe Monch]
Very spectacular rap, vocabulary vernacular
sh*t I`ma get the rhythm precise, that of an accurate
splice to tape, be calibrated like a mechanic
SAY IT SON! You borough nigga my aerodynamics is all that
Chorus: repeat 2X

Смотреть видео Late Night Action Lyrics — Organized Konfusion

The In Crowd Lyrics — Dobie Gray — слова, текст песни

I’m in with the in crowd
I go where the in crowd goes
I’m in with the in crowd
And I know what the in crowd knows
Anytime of the year, don’t you hear?
Dressing fine, making time
We breeze up and down the street
We get respect from the people we meet
They make way day or night
They know the in crowd is out of sight
I’m in with the in crowd
I know every latest dance
When you’re in with the in crowd
It’s so easy to find romance
Any time of the year, don’t you hear?
If it’s square, we ain’t there
We make every minute count
Our share is always the biggest come out
Other guys imitate us
But the original is still the greatest in crowd
Any time of the year, don’t you hear?
Spendin’ cash, talkin’ trash
I’ll show you a real good time
Come on with me, leave your troubles behind
I don’t care where you’ve been
You ain’t been nowhere ’til you’ve been in
With the in crowd, with the in crowd, in crowd

Смотреть видео The In Crowd Lyrics — Dobie Gray

Los Angeles Times Lyrics — Xzibit — слова, текст песни

At this time, please extinguish all smoking materials
Return all seat backs, and tray tables
to their most upright, and long position
Also at this time please take care to fasten your seatbelt
Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.
[Chorus: Xzibit]
Welcome to L.A.
Where you can see the whole city burning
Cause the cops got uzis and the dealers keep serving
and your kids ain’t learning sh*t, except this
Sex power and wealth, f**k everything else
[repeat 2X except last line]
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times
[Verse One: Xzibit]
MC’s get f**ked up, chopped like Braveheart
Don’t start what you can’t finish, serious bidness
Down La Seneca to bust a left on Venice
where you can find me and mines — Los Angeles Times
Welcome to L.A.
Where every other day I’m taking the hat off my head
Givin respect to the dead, and avoid havin the same thing
said about me, Xzibit stand underground
like the roots of a tree, watered three times a day
Forty ounce Olde E, like a magnifying glass
making it easier to see, the Mister X to the Z
Don’t peak, L.A., why test without vest-es
stop lead projectile, Apocalypse Now
Love Allah not new car, f*ggot, superstar
type of cat, f**k that, mash away in a
diamond-white Concourse ‘Llac
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack
Ain’t nothin changed but district range, feel no pain
Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
liquor on the brain, down to earth like dirt
From the city where niggaz known for puttin in work
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Xzibit]
Welcome to L.A.
If hand determine di*k size, I’m palmin the Earth
Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
And make the hard work look easy fuh sheezee
Leavin you and your best man, stiffer than mannequins
Enough to break the skin on a Vietnam leatherneck
Marine drill sargeant, you nothin but a target (pow!)
Charge it to the game, gotta look beyond the brand name
Comin from the guts like I slammed down twenty cups
of Hennesey straight, relate feel my hate
Xzibit flippin through these b**ches like DJ trait
Translate to left field, only real niggaz follow
b**ches suck and swallow, I’m livin life behind the bottle
Never the role model, still shinin like a new automobile
Flow six-fo’, you can’t steal
cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action
While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction
to sell they sh*t
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Xzibit]
El ve-te-rano, you can only pray to learn what I know
Ride slow across the horizon a lone desperado
Comin through the door bringin nothin but hits
Sometimes I feel like a matador, lookin at this bullsh*t
Niggaz pull rent from the crack of they ass
Maintain do your thang this too shall pass
I season beef with lead pieces then cook it with gas
I’m from the school of hard knocks way ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can’t last against advanced prosecution
Hit the airwaves like pollution — hey, here’s a solution
Take a trip to Washington then burn the Constitution
Top government officials locked down for prostitution
Recruitin the hard rocks mean streets keep producin
The world is a riot sh*t is mine for the lootin
[Chorus]
Everyone’s got to make a living [2X]
[Chorus]
Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A.

Смотреть видео Los Angeles Times Lyrics — Xzibit

Main Aim Lyrics — The Dwellas (Cella Dwellas) — слова, текст песни

[Phantasm]
I stay takin flicks with chicks, spendin G’s on wares and kicks
while these hip-hop ticks stay on my di*k
MC’s is all (?) like bags from (?) ton
And stay souped up, just like wonton
All I got is hard times, the illest rhymes, a couple of dimes
and a rusty nine, that ain’t even mines
Thousand dollar links on, gotta get my drink on
but ain’t never put a mink on
I still get nice and shoot dice
Still eat pork fried rice, still shoot 3’s like Mark Price
Second time around, still gettin down for my crown
I’m givin you that hip-hop sound
[Ug]
Yo, my rugged raps, dip on, tracks like Japs in straw hats
in Saigon through trees, of the icon
Squeeze like py-thon, you don’t know who you facin
The gat I bust’ll split yo’ ass up like segregation
A federation, comes together like United Nations
to bring obliteration, 151 is what I’m tastin
No hesitation when I come through
My voice shakes cassette tapes, when I scream like CLUE!!!
U-G, keep niggaz guessin
Break bones like Tekken while niggaz fake moves like wrestlin
No question, I bring it everytime baby
Don’t try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-Z, what..
«Maintain, few remain in the game
So I remain focused and pop’s the main aim» -> [K-Solo]
[repeat 4X]
[Phantasm]
Never did a soundtrack, but my sounds is fat
You think that’s gon’ hold me back from gettin mines in rap?
Y’all niggaz step to the rear cause the Dwellas is here
Disappeared for a year now the smoke is clear
Debut 23 on the charts of Billboard
Even headliners got floored when we toured
because, all my releases are lyrical masterpieces
Do the knowledge baby, science that, check my thesis
I can’t stand the reign nor the pain
to see these wack niggaz gain, aiyyo I’m tryin to maintain
I don’t even rhyme no more, I explain
the rules of the game, simple and plain
This rap industry, ain’t sh*t to me
The million dollar man just need currency
so I can get this estate and live great, what
Finally a home of my own as the king of my throne
[Ug]
Ug will, roast ya, focused like Minolta
Hold gats like a holster, that’ll rip through shirts like the Hulkster
Dance on track like John Travolta, Saturday Night, Fe-ver
Put niggaz to sleep like, eth-er
Usin the sleeper, hold, my flow be ill
Rick Rude rides beats like (??) check it
I wanna sell like Hootie and the Blowfish
My goatee got shorties sayin that I look like Will Smith
with cuter lips huh, my clip slips slugs through the toaster
Hit your leg and have you limpin like, Kaiser Soze
Chips honeydips whip’s whip, plus she post (??)
re, pose, me you get crushed
I cut flows like tight handcuffs, nigga what?
«Maintain, few remain in the game
So I remain focused and pop’s the main aim» -> [K-Solo]
[repeat 4X]

Смотреть видео Main Aim Lyrics — The Dwellas (Cella Dwellas)

Evil Woman Lyrics — Soul Hooligan featuring Diana King — слова, текст песни

Hey, woman, you got the blues
‘Cause you ain’t got no one else to use
There’s an open road that leads nowhere
So just make some miles between me and them
There’s a hole in my head where the rain comes in
You took my body and played to win
Ha ha, woman, it’s a cryin’ shame
But you ain’t got nobody else to blame
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Rolled in from another town
Hit some gold too hot to settle down
But a fool and his money soon go their separate ways
And you found that fool lyin’ in a daze
Ha ha, woman, what you gonna do?
You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you
So good that you’re feelin’ pain
But you better get your on board the very next train
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman, how you done me wrong
But now you’re tryin’ to wail a different song
Ha ha, funny how you broke me up
You made the wine now you drink a cup
Keep on ‘runnin’ every time you cried
Thought I saw love smilin’ in your eyes
Ha ha, honey, very nice to know
That you ain’t got no place left to go
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
Evil woman
[Thanks to Luke Bennett for lyrics]

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L.S.F. ( Lost Souls Forever ) Lyrics — Mark Ronson feat. Kasabian — слова, текст песни

I’m on it, get on it
The troops are on fire!
Ya know I need it, much closer
I’m trading just a little more
Step on it, electronic
The troops are on fire!
I’m much deeper, a sleeper
Waiting for the final trip
Come on it, get on it
I’m carving thru a letterbomb
I need it, loud potions
These drugs are just an hour away
Come on it, electronic
A polyphonic prostitute, the motors, on fire
Messiah for the animals
Ahhh, oh come on!
We got our backs to the wall!
Ah!
Get on!
And watch out!
Sayin, «Yer gonna kill us all!»
Ahhh…I’m on it, get on it
The troops are on fire!
You know I need it, much closer
Song text taken from stlyrics.com
I’m trading just a little more
Step on it, electronic
The troops are on fire!
I’m much deeper, a sleeper
Messiah for the animals
Ahhh, oh come on!
We got our backs to the wall
Ah!
Get on!
And watch out! Ah!
Before you kill us all!
Ahhh, oh come on!
Say » we got our backs to the wall!»
Get on!
And watch out! Ah!
Before you kill us all!

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Rare Species (Modus Operandi) Lyrics — Mobb Deep — слова, текст песни

[Havoc]
1 2 1 2
[Prodigy]
Yo however do u want however do you need P
My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality
You walk a fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya’ll cats alive
Take your time don’t rush the clock Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they sights upon this
Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks
We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
You get charged wit incense to kick that bullshhh
Welcome to the ledge of this whole shhh
Chorus [Havoc]
Yo, we the men for the operation
You know the M-O, B-B’s, warrior style, rare species
Catch us on your block , on your wide-screen tv’s
From Jones Beach to over-seas from over there
It’s right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC’s
[Havoc]
Yo, for my QBC duns, it’s all real hold it down
You bust yours, we bust ours and stand on firm ground
Pass the dutchie while I, handle the Henny thinkin
You never catch me sleepin, stay on top of this properly
I know they watchin me, if not they probably waitin for a downfall
Scheming on my property, we got the remedy
Let em get a little cold, let em smell the tree smoke
Hit em where we blow and don’t let nobody know
The snakes in the grass, you gotta watch where you move
Son, shots get loaded, don’t ever run wit the crowd son
Stick and move, you hear me?
And that’s the way we rock it, the only way to live
If you really think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same vision
41st till I dearly depart, till then I’ll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den
Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something
That your not and that’s not good my friend
On a personal, I ain’t even feelin you cats
Don’t even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps
We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
Son you know we passed that, get em outta here, cuz you could have that
[Prodigy]
Four pounds, stumbled off grounds
Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time
Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
You could run or take the window, son
Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun
Without a fight son, we keep the house dope like ?pie fendis?
We twist and pop Henny, gettin wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V
And send me up a hub to a state facilities
What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf
Or wait until my time served and get released
Cool, back on the streets I seen some old drama
I still hold heat to send your ass straight to trauma
These kids started to drilling like they ready and willing
I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here
Seventy-two like as if I was back on the top
Hours of thinkin about how I’ma tip they ass up out the basket
Beligerant glass heads, I’m bashing
No knowledge of the man nor his action
Class now is session, «Soldiers boys, today’s aim is: Never show your heat
And don’t flame it»
You playin life, wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and Peed on
Chorus

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High Expectations Lyrics — Common — слова, текст песни

Yo, yo, check it
Unattached and calm, sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two-letter cars, SE’s and GS’ses
On the court niggaz I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball-player exorcist
It’s sort of foul how the world be reffin us
Kenny is our Moses in this five-on-five Exodus
For the game of life, full courts ain’t preppin us
Schools want me, but the ghost of Manigault haunts me
Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country
I’m city like street lights and some games that be fights
Never worked on my left so it’s hard to be right
Either rich poor or Mike is who I wanna be like
Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite
Yo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, like Len
that I’ll end up like Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends
Beneath the grin I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?
More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer
People play juror, I witness the fall of legends
Once was the joint now they restin got a God given present
My gallant talent is like a magic
trick turned by a chick with a bad habit
Opportunity to move I grab it
Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc
Man to man talks with Kenny, send me to a zone
Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone’s grown
Competition gets blown like speakers
when I cross her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers
Yeah I boogey it’s all good, but it could be better
Want to stay eighteen forever
But now I stay on point like Rod in this Strickland
If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big man
From thoughts that pennies bring, I assemble teams like the Kenny Kings
Think fast over breaks, dialect I’m dribbling
Remembering, night posters of Moses and the Supreme Court
Realizing, that rap and life are team sports
I follow deep thoughts
Moves never perceived thought lyrical Johnny Cochran
cause of the way I free thought
The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sports
or either to the tip he gotta resort
my seed’ll be taught to start his own
In the, George Carter zone
Don’t wanna be a dope MC living in his momma’s home
Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone
Unknown zones I roam with mind architechter
Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let God direct ya

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A Child Is Born Lyrics — Brand Nubian — слова, текст песни

[Lord Jamar — interpolation of Grandmaster Flash’s «The Message»]
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He’s frowning too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through, uhh
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He’s frowning too
[Sadat X]
He grew up in an instant, the fourth of seven children
The oldest male on the block was half and half
Brown stones to neck bones, crack jonez to tones
Where young girls spread out and drop seeds like they’re farmers
They’re old as their momma’s, the same age as their aunt
and the neighbourhood drunk men
and that lady with the dreaded disease is like hard to please
And the house of ill fate with the metal gate
Keep the thin people cracked out like munchkin monks
The ole man with the fruit stand is on his man
His hand, his ole heart just can’t stand
the CPR as they load him in the back of a car
I’m on a world tour to help free the poor
From the local drug cats to kids in front of the store
Number runners, gangbangers and the big money spenders
Reality check rings as we descend from the king
[Grand Puba]
Now a child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He’s frowning too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He’s frowning too
Because only God knows….
[Lord Jamar]
The home’s filled with horror in my horoscope
Tomorrow I could be broke, this ain’t a joke
I’m twenty dollars away from bein dead ass
I’m bout to spend half on a bag to get my head blast
Last week I lost to justice cypher born
and spawned a riff with my wiz
now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin ta find a better way
You see, when you’re poor then you’re forced to adore to raw play
Survival be a forte, lookin forward to-a robble up your food stamps
Projects’ like boot camps
wit generals cookin chemical warfare
Ki’s to a mayor, I ain’t seen ya ass in four years
The law bears down on anybody that’s brown
My complexion puts me in the direction of the section 8
Rejection seems to be my fate
As a kid, don’t wanna ship my momma, always said I had to wait
And it’s been drama up to date
Enough to traumatise people’s lives and the eyes they try to fixate
[Sadat X]
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He’s frowning too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He’s frowning too
Because…
[Grand Puba]
Born into existance with some resistance
A struggle comin out my ol’ earth’s womb
It was little past noon, three months before June
I had a feelin I was headed toward the land of doom
I came out and the doctor got ready to smack
I grabbed the ‘bilical cord and tried to pull myself back
but it was too late for that cos in fact
I’ll slit the sack so I gotta maintain where I’m at
Now I’m here breathin this diff’rent kind of air
Poverty bound, headed for the welfare
Drug-infested, rat-infested, people drownin in sorrow at neighbourhood bars
Roaches bigger than my hot wheel cars
Dope fiends with swollen arms lookin like rotten wood
turn to crack monsters up and down the neighbourhood
Liquor store business soar as the crowd pour
or thru the corridors, echoin off the project walls
That’s why the Gods say
[Lord Jamar]
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He’s frowning too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through, uhh
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but He’s frowning too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through, uhh

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Diesel Lyrics — Wu-Tang Clan — слова, текст песни

[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI’msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I’ma get a sneaker just like y’all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I need help
Because the black man is God
The government is after me
And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help
So this is to bring everything in the
Someone help me please
universe within the light
Someone help me!
Understanding
They already did 2Pac
My children, all six billion humans
Biggie Smalls
on the planet Earth
Someone help me!
Regardless of who or what, I love you
Someone help me please!
Word is bond, I love you
Ahh! I’ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I’m a welfare fraud
you motherf**king right! Let’s burn this dark house white!
Insecure about my ding-dong, married to Babylon
My queen lookin at me like a pawn!
[Raekwon the Chef]
Splash the worst rehearse a verse Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand went bezerk, it’s like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape out
Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out
Mind iodine Einstein remind mine
People swam nine didn’t know they own kind wrong time
Denim rap, competition quick, handle that
Suckin the jim hat, pervertin on my raps’ll get you slidapped
Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc
Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you wanna rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I’m telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90’s parallel, controls to the wakes
I dig woman’s stomach swell, my borough is dark
Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right
Abraham I stuck your cherry tree
Your white head came out my black pussy
I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours
Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar
And then came out Jane Flintstone in my gravel pit
[Method Man]
Kill the chatterin, niggaz bust shots, keep em scatterin
Blood splatterin, on point like a javelin
f**k battlin, you cats is only good for babblin
Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin
Round the seven rings of Saturn
Got my sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip
At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been
Hot Nickel, who broke bread, at the Vatican
Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in
My compliments to the chef
M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran
Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines
I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus
Bound to blow like a bad sinus
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Stay up at night don’t sleep on your morn
Rest in the day because it’s sunlight
Reverse thought psychology
[Prince Rakeem]
Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage
I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage
[U-God]
Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger
The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger
When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major
Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior
[Prince Rakeem]
Australian Venezuelaen illegal aliens
Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing
Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam f**kin Eve
Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees
[U-God]
I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein
The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error
Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out
Fumin greater, the temper in my spine huminator
The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash
The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus
This split second splash, severe drop is near pop
There’s fallin teardrops, now is it worth your career?

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Against the Grain Lyrics — Sauce Money — слова, текст песни

«Watch out for your friends»
Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?
You thought I was layin it? No no I ain’t layin it, I’m takin it
You don’t understand? You confused?
How bout if I stuck your f**kin head thru that window
that would unconfuse you right?
Thought I was layin it, give me the f**kin money, come on
I’m blamin lame ass rappers frontin for famin
I should open up a casino for all the games you playin
I’m sayin, everyday in a different namin
Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin
We stressin, that you don’t be stressin us
And if you GS and GS then don’t be B-S’n us
Just be B-S’n logicly, not like that we be guessin
Because the truth need no modesty
Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever
What it is is what it is, we can party together
You know how the game goes when your name grows
But still love is love, f**kin the same hoes
Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venom
So now we gotta get wit him
And do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens cling
Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng
It all ends with all of his mens hit
and now our future friendship, strictly forensic
But that’s the life we livin, drivin, that’s how we driven
Strivin, you must be robbin, cos I ain’t giving, shoot ya guns
Now when we bless this, with precise sh*t
that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
Now when we bless this…….
«Watch out…»
I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burnin
Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin, with more niggas than Mark Furman
Ya never learnin learnin, never been so determined
Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin
Still street caviar remains untouched
For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe
Screamin what’s the croc’s fienin, dough we rake off
While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-off
Fake crews and units is dubbin
Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin
For the description given, chapstick flappin
Pistol-whippin nigga rappin, sell arms to keep em clappin
Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G’s for me
To see cheese come easily for me
In the same arenas, ain’t gotta state his name, you seen us
Few bundles of dope never came between us
Sippin on Bay Breeze’s, now we higher than Venus
Comparin thumbs, tryin to see who’s the greenest
High strung, no relief pitcher off my tounge
Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young
Now when we bless this, with precise sh*t
that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
[repeat x3]
In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit
b**ches love me for this disrespectful sh*t
f**k em, the only thing I’m with is large amounts, clear
Money the only thing that counts here
By any means like Malcolm
X marks the spot, you know the outcome
Income, never outdone
Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar
Other crews muerto, can’t f**k with this concierto
Too fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceases
Screw your pieces, f**k your thesis
f**k your speeches and f**k your beef
Cos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth
It’ll split your sh*t, when it hit your sh*t
If you don’t want your sh*t hit, don’t forget your sh*t
We don’t spar, we aimin all niggas to Allah
When it’s spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 Percent
Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack
Amareddo colada for my b**ch in the back
Never bluffin, never rap for nothin
Rap flow, don’t love it, sincerely yours, Sauce motherf**k it

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What About Us Lyrics — Total f/ Missy Elliott — слова, текст песни

One, two, heh-heh, yeah
Oh yeah, ah huh, ah huh, yeah
Oh oh, heh-heh, ah huh huh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit ’em off like this
Baby, I seen you with another lady
I just finished having your baby
Why’d you have to go, don’t leave me
Baby, you know I’m about to be swazey
I can’t stand my lovers being shady
Why’d you have to go don’t leave me
(What about us)
What about you, what about me
What about us, what we gon’ do
Total help me sing, Total help me sing
What about you, what about me
What about us, what we gon’ do
Um hum, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Baby, I know that you’ve been pimpin’
Mr. Baller, tricking
Why’d you have to go, go and leave me
Baby, I always been your baby
Don’t make a girl go crazy
I can’t understand why you left me
What about me, what about you
What about us, what we gon’ do
Total help me sing, ay
What about me, what about you
What about us, what we gon’ do do do
What we gon’ do, what we gon’ do
(Sing it, one time)
Do do, do do do do, do do do do, do do do
(Total help me sing)
Do do, do do do do, do do do do, do do do
(yo, what about you)
What about you, what about me,
What about us, what we gon’ do
Total help me sing, total help me sing
What about me, what about you
What about us, what we gon’ do do do
What we gon’ do, what we gon do
(Can ya help me sing, ah huh)
Do do do do do, do do do do do, do do do do do
(What we gon’ do what we gon’ do what we gon’)
Do do do do do, do do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do do, do do do do do, do do do
Do do do do do, do do do do do, do do do
What we gon do what we gon do
What we gon ah huh,
What we gon do yeah yeah yeah
He he, another hit
From Missy, Timberland, oo oo
Whatcha gon do when we come for you
Heh-heh, aight, we out one time
Total
Do do do do do, do do do do do, do do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do do, do do do do do, do do do do do
Do
What about you, what about me, what about us
What about you, what about me
What about you, what about me, what about us
What about you, what about me
Do do do do do, do do do do do (what about what about)
Do do do do do (what about you)
Do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do do (what about you, what about me)
[Ad lib until fade]

Смотреть видео What About Us Lyrics — Total f/ Missy Elliott

In Due Time Lyrics — OutKast f/ Cee-Lo (Goodie Mob) — слова, текст песни

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
Just keep your faith in me
Don’t act impatiently
You’ll get where you need to be, in due time
Even when things are slow
Hold on and don’t let go
I’ll give you what I owe, in due time
[Big Boi]
Uhh, uhh, yeah, check it
When that * be thinkin of cruisin, the Braves cap is to the side
Thinkin the police gon’ pull me over with this herb off in my ride
So I hide the brick of weed under the arm rest, under the leather
And thinkin of startin ways to make my life a little bit better
than the dope peddler, never to pay no * taxes
Takin a chunk up out of my checks
And makin my rhymes just look like practice
Buyin clothing, Range Roving with my folks
Don’t speak about the Dirty South my crew ain’t bout no jokes
I know some people don’t like the way we flow because they envy
They talkin bout they * my * and that they could have been me
You lookin to be the butterfly, without the caterpillar
Take your time and do it right cause you gon’ make it
I swear my {nigga}, or collapse one
Fallin a victim to your greed boi
You’re lookin to be Big Willie, but you’re still a seed boi
The information in my skull be pokin some of y’all on the shoulder
But on the other side of the fence
they got y’all {niggaz} breakin boulders for quick money
[Cee-Lo]
Strugglin’s just a part of my day
Many obstacles have been placed in my way
I know the only reason that I make it through
Is because I never stop believin in you
Some people wonder why we here in the first place
They can’t believe because they ain’t never seen your face
But even when you pray, the next day you gotta try
Can’t wait for nobody to come down out the sky
You’ve got to realize that the world’s a test
You can only do your best and let Him do the rest
You’ve got your life, and got your health
So quit procrastinatin and push it yourself
You’ve got to realize that the world’s a test
You can only do your best and let Him do the rest
You’ve got your life, and got your health
So quit procrastinatin..
[Chorus]
[Andre Benjamin]
Who said good folks is not supposed to die
The same {nigga} that said {niggaz} is not supposed to cry
United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify
I’m sure they got a cure for A.I.D.S. but yet it’s classified
You wonder why I spit the truth and not to make no dough
To make a difference fo’ this {motherf**ker} up and blow
in pieces, I could think of many reasons
Only when {sh*t} is goin bad you want to holla Jesus
I pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleedin
From crawling , got these {niggaz} thinkin they really ballin
when they isn’t, don’t take my word, there’s {niggaz} off in prison
that will tell you, that’s locked up for long time and won’t sell you
no flex, so congregation will turn you text,
To the book of OutKast, chapter two, verse one
The first one that feel me, jump up and make a joyful noise
You’se OutKasted; meanin, you now have a choice like that
[Chorus — 2X]

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We’re Not Making Love No More Lyrics — Dru Hill — слова, текст песни

[Verse One:]
Sure I’ve been in love a time or two
But in the end I still chose you
No one could ever make me feel this way
That’s why it’s killing me, what we’re going through
Somehow thought ‘tween me and you
Our love would stand the test of time and never ever fade
[Chorus:]
But we’re not making love no more
We’re not even trying to change
Tell me how it slips away
Does it ever stay the same
We don’t even talk no more
We’ve ran out of words to say
Tell me it don’t have to change
Won’t it ever stay the same
[Verse Two:]
Girl I know that things aren’t going right
But don’t you think it deserves a fight
A love like ours don’t happen everyday
And we’re losing it right as we speak
And if we don’t wake up, it’s a memory
A time gone past, a love that sailed away
[Chorus]
I dream of lovers past and
I see a girl so sad cause
She lost the only man she loved
He went away
Well it’s not too late for us
To change
[Chorus]

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September Lyrics — Earth, Wind & Fire — слова, текст песни

Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember — how the stars stole the night away, yeah yeah yeah.
Hey hey hey,
Ba de ya — say do you remember
Ba de ya — dancing in September
Ba de ya — never was a cloudy day
Ba duda, ba duda, ba duda, badu
Ba duda, badu, ba duda, badu
Ba duda, badu, ba duda
My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember — how we knew love was here to stay
Now December found the love that we shared in September.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember — the true love we share today
Hey hey hey
Ba de ya — say do you remember
Ba de ya — dancing in September
Ba de ya — never was a cloudy day…….there was a
Ba de ya — say do you remember
Ba de ya — dancing in September
Ba de ya — golden dreams were shiny days
Now our bell was ringing, aha
Our souls were singing.
Do you remember every cloudy day — yau !
There was a
Ba de ya — say do you remember
Ba de ya — dancing in September
Ba de ya — never was a cloudy day…….there was a
Ba de ya — say do you remember
Ba de ya — dancing in September
Ba de ya — golden dreams were shiny days
Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya — De ya….. X2

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I Care ‘Bout You Lyrics — Milestone — слова, текст песни

Sometimes I feel so alone, baby
I call your heart but there’s no one at home
It’s taken it’s toll on my pride, right
I’m reaching out but no one in sight
You know it doesn’t feel right
When I look in your eyes
I know love is blind, but the heart doesn’t lie
I’ll ask one more time, baby
This time you’ll try
So tell me girl what’s deep in your heart
Yeah
Chorus:
Girl I care about you
I’m there for you
So why don’t you care for me, like I care about you
ooh girl
Girl I care about you
I’m there for you
So why don’t you care for me baby
Like I care about you
I spend like all of my days, baby
Trying to sus out just how things got this way
I thought that we were in love, whoa
But I swear right now, I don’t know what you want baby
I make sure that I give you quality time
But lately I feel you’re not home by design
But still I gonna try to give you the love of my life
In hopes that you, that you will open up your eyes
Chorus
Sometimes I’m not sure that (I’m not sure that)
I’m all you got (I’m all you got)
Sometimes I’m not sure you love me or not, baby
Just one thing that I’m certain of
Girl I care for you
And the one thing that I want is that you care for me to-oo
Girl I care about you (ooh)
I’m there for you (I’m wondering if you care for me)
So why don’t you care for me (care for me baby)
Like I care about you (oh baby)
Girls I care about you (ooh OOh)
I’m there for you (ooh ooh)
So why don’t you care (why don’t you care)
Like I care about you (why don’t you care for me little baby)
Oh Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
Oh yeah,
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oooh, I care for you Baby, oooh.
[Thanks to cj0318@hotmail.com for lyrics]

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Shining Star Lyrics — Earth Wind & Fire — слова, текст песни

Yeah, hey
When you wish upon a star
Dreams will take you very far, yeah
When you wish upon a dream
Life ain?t always what it seems, oh yeah
Once you see your light so clear
In the sky so very dear
You?re a shinig star, no matter who you are
Shining bright to see what you can truly be
That you can truly be
Shining star come into view
Shine is watchful light on you, yeah
Gives you strength to carry on
Make your body big and strong
Future roads for you to pass
Love to watch your mug past
The shining star, lucky you
The sinful redeeming shall be true
On an adventure of the sun, yeah
Yeah it?s all awake and just begun
Yeah, thought I had to stir the mood
That?s it now I got my own oh yeah
So if you find yourself in need
Why don?t you listen to his words of heat
Be a child free of sin
Be some place, yes I can
Words of Wisdom: Yes I can
You?re a shinig star, no matter who you are
Shining bright to see what you can truly be
You?re a shinig star, no matter who you are
Shining bright to see what you can truly be
Shining star for you to see, what your life can truly be
Shining star for you to see, what your life can truly be
Shining star for you to see, what your life can truly be

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Alcoholic Lyrics — Cash Crop — слова, текст песни

(Spoken)
Man I’ve been drinkin’ all day
God, I’m f**ked up
f**k that sh*t
You see that girl?
Look at them titties on that b**ch
Man, I bet that’s not even a girl
What!?
I know, dog — that b**ch had a mustache
I’m bout’ to throw up man
Hey, calm down — wait till we get the f**k in their first I gotta move man I’m about to pass out
(Sung)
Now lets make our way back to the VIP
Cuz I been slammin jaeger bombs and I can barely see
The only thing I care about is whats between those knees
I ain’t gon’ lie I’m tryna find a girl that’s drunker than me
I’m cool with weed, no ecstasy, patron and pineapple juice
Beep beep beep beep
Move out the street I’m tryna push this thang through I’m drunk as f**k
Fall out the truck with my Jacob and two(?)
Around the same time that I noticed I was missin’ my shoe
Damn!
{Chorus}
They call me an alcoholic
I get f**ked up so I get collic
I’m alright, yea
[Spoke]
Yo, Tarantino time
What her name
Lets get some
[Sung]
Yo fresh off the block
Now pull up in the club
I got a pocket full of weed and Hennessy in my cup
All the girls want a picture
Give em’ all a hug I stay high as the sky when I’m doing my drugs
A couple uppers couple downers
When I tear the club up If I make it through the night, yea its gon’ be dope
Already drank a fifth of goose and ten shots of patron
So if yous an alcoholic
Sing the words to this song
{Chorus} x2
[Spoken]
Here’s your shoe you drunk dumbass
What’s your name?
Are you with that chick that has a moustache?
That’s my boyfriend, a**hole!
[Sung]
Hey mister candyman pour me some drinks
Just make me one of everything and bring it out to my seat
And the way you seem to do them by these tables with me I’m in the back
Who in the back Lil’ buddy its me!
O’ pop a bottle
Tap a keg
Smoke some grass
Get ya’ bread
Watch ya’ back
Stay ahead
We grade A rich thats what I said
Sip some drank
Sniff the blow
Cuff some hoes
Hit the mode
Take a shower
Change my clothes
Then I take some shots until I hit the floor
{Chorus x2}
[Spoken]
I think I’ve got alcohol poisoning man
Were you with that chick in the kitchen
Man, that’s my grandma!
[Thanks to Andi L for lyrics]

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