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Man Up Lyrics — Trillville — слова, текст песни

Intro:
You don’t wanna do dat(x15)
(Don P talkin in background)
Chrous:
All dat talkin(x5) dat sh*t
Talkin(x5) dat sh*t (x3)
Man up muthaf**ka man up(x4)
Don P:
Now evabody wanna f**kin have they label
Wouldn’t on da first sh*t to bring to da table
They in they own fantasy somethin like a fable
Handicap situations all disabled
I shut em down like a computer
Cause aint nobody f**kin wit da super producer
Coreleone trill town representatives
f**k Don P man some of yall too senstative
But ya f**k me but nann day you gon touch me
Talkin bout Don P why you buckin
Man you need to chill out get to da money
I already got it and imma trill nigga I handle all my problems
Besides i’m all about respectin
Imma man before anybody checkin
Chrous
Lil Atlanta:
What you starin at this ain’t no free show
You gon make me cock back hit ya ass in da door
You don’t wanna do dat hear dem thangs clit-clat
Goes in ya thru da front comes out thru da back
Come and make my night love to talk hate to fight
Was you a b**ch I was a b**ch it don’t go away ova night
Man up muthaf**ka man up i told you once before muthaf**ka stand up
Chrous
Dirty Mouth:
Now if you niggas keep playin you gon make a nigga tear a hole right thru yo chest
Is yo flesh i can see yo soul
You don’t wanna do dat imma hit you wit a bat
Talkin all dat sh*t nigga and imma hit you wit da gack
17 times out da barrell on my 45
4 plus 5 equals 9 goin thru yo spine
Sit yo ass down hoe make a move you gotta go
Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own show
Ain’t playin no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta sh*t
Throwin up my middle finger grabbin on my own di*k
Niggas thank they slick take yo pick
Which one you want bullets flyin thru yo house or goin straight thru yo door
Make yo ass choke wit different strokes of my hand movements
Say dat your a G in these streets man you gotta prove in
Next time I see you talkin talkin sh*t imma rearrange yo mouth
And put yo ass in a ditch b**ch
Chrous
You don’t wanna do dat(x15)
[Thanks to atl_dopeboy404@yahoo.com for lyrics]

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Hustle And Flow (It Ain’t Over) Lyrics — Terrence Howard (DJay) — слова, текст песни

[Djay]
Look this is my life, and it’s a battle within
I gotta survive, even if I’m sinnin to win
And if I show no remorse I reap the devil’s reward
He said he’d, give me riches but I’m lookin for more
When I was young, witnessed my dad, standin for right
Black pride in him even though he passin for white
Took years from my life, now I’m missin the man
Moms on some other sh*t and now I’m missin the plan
And so I’m… stuck in this f**k-a-marole
All the lessons to a young teen baby was cold
Then my pimpin-ass Uncle put me up on the game
It really ain’t no love it’s ’bout this, paper mayne
Put me in a position, got me out on a mission
Collectin from the hoes turned on to my pimpin
A nigga from Memphis dealin with life as a struggle
This is the gift I was given so I just live by my hustle
[Chorus 2X: Djay] + (singer, ad libbing at times)
(Keep hustlin) It ain’t over for me, no it ain’t over for me
(Keep, flowin) I’ma step my game up and get what’s comin to me
[Djay]
Now I’m just gettin by, and it’s f**kIN with me
See others doin big thangs they was nothin to me
I’m seein what I used to be, and it’s lookin legit
Got my hands on some music, started f**kIN with it
Put it down hard, then I started bumpin to this
I let some others get a dose and they was NUTTIN to this
Let me check my connections cause we go back in the day
Say they was lookin for ‘dro, heard I was hustlin hay
Got me connin my niggaz, spittin game to my hoes
This my opportunity I feel like anything goes
I was never ‘sposed to see the new millenium mayne
And I refuse to let my dad die in vain
So I give it my all, you feel my struggle and pain
If you ain’t feelin what I’m spittin trick you late to the game
But the closest ones to me know I’m holdin it down
You gon’ feel me one day, we gon’ be heard in the town
[Chorus] — 2.5X, singer ad libs to fade
[Thanks to lordof4square@aol.com for lyrics]

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Moonlight Serenade Lyrics — Glenn Miller and His Orchestra — слова, текст песни

(Glenn Miller / Mitchell Parish)
I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight.
I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night.
The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade.
The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.
My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you and sing you a Moonlight Serenade.
Let us stray till break of day
In love’s valley of dreams.
Just you and I, a summer sky,
A heavenly breeze kissing the trees.
So don’t let me wait, come to me tenderly in the June night.
I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight,
A love song, my darling, a Moonlight Serenade

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If I Didn’t Care Lyrics — The Ink Spots — слова, текст песни

If I didn’t care
More than words can say
If I didn’t care
Would I feel this way?
If this isn’t love, then why do I thrill?
And what makes my head
Go ’round and ’round
While my heart stands still?
If I didn’t care
Would it be the same?
Would my every prayer
Begin and end with just your name?
And would I be sure that this is love
Beyond compare?
Would all this be true
If I didn’t care for you?
«If I didn’t care, honey child
More than words can say
If I didn’t care, baby
Would I feel this way?
Darlin’, if this isn’t love
Then why do I thrill so much?
What is it that makes my head
Go ’round and ’round
While my heart just stands still so much?»
If I didn’t care
Would it be the same?
Would my every prayer
Begin and end with just your name?
And would I be sure that this
Is love beyond compare?
Would all this be true
If I didn’t care for you?

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Literal Hunger Games: Catching Fire Trailer Lyrics — Toby Turner — слова, текст песни

Metal letters, Lionsgate
Clouds in background dissipate
Cue black transitional fade
It’s daft punk costume contest day.
Teleport behind the doors
Teleport again once more
Daft not-so-punk if they open doors
The crowd demands an encore
Don’t nod you crazy white boy
Hologirl’s not as good as a blow-up toy.
Worst timing to cut to children
I probably should rewrite that joke
But until then watch the dinnertime
Hologirl become a real girl and raise her hand
(‘member that one time?)
Flashback: Crackerjack prize. Army cab ride.
Graffiti warning signs
It’s dessert time
Bless them scouts
Girl scouts… are illegal
Morgan Freeman faces consequences
White Anglo-Saxon Protestants.
Pull him up the stairs as Katniss
Stares in horror, cut for suspense
(Ohmygah!)
(If you sneeze on me, I’ll take a bath with you sometime.)
(ACHOO, BOOYAH!)
[hot gasp]
(No, I won’t let her.)
If you look through my eyes
You’d know that those eyes were mine
‘Cause of the blonde hair on the sides
Drum of drama
Lady gaga thinks she has hand puppets.
Launch some fake fireworks
Spit some real fire
Cop a feel.
Flamboyant host propose a toast
Strike a dramatic pose
Things are Catching Fire (like the title)
Turn.
Hold the bird in front of fire (like the movie poster)
Burn the flag. Cut to:
Girls talking ’bout boys… That they gonna kill.
No matter how fast they run,
They’re still gonna burn with fiery passion!
Every Revolution.
Hold him back, run.
Where’d his shirt go?
Does she have telekinesis? No.
Begins with a spark
Let’s draw on 3
1. You cheated!
Just… do it.
The Hunger Games: Catching Fire
Mockingjay on Sauron’s eye.
(Hm?)
(Tobuscus. Mm.)
(Ah. Tobsucus.)
They all hope they can survive until
November 22
In theatres and IMAX
TheHungerGamesExplorer.com
#The Spark

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I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire Lyrics — The Ink Spots — слова, текст песни

I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you
No other will do
I’ve lost all ambition for worldly acclaim
I just want to be the one you love
And with your admission that you feel the same
I’ll have reached the goal I’m dreaming of
Believe me
I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart

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Still Tippin’ Lyrics — Mike Jones — слова, текст песни

(Remix)
(Feat. Nicole Wray)
[Hook — 2x]
Still Tippin’ on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin’ on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I’m packing four fours
[Slim Thug]
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It’s that six six long di*k slim nigga sticking your chick
Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I’m flipping
Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping
Still tippin’ on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I’m packing four fours
Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can’t see up in my window
These niggaz don’t understand cuz I’m Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi’s wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I’m riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade
I got it made the big boss of the north
Ain’t sh*t changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)
[Hook — 2x]
[Mike Jones]
Four fours I’m tippin’
Wood grain I’m gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck and your dame missing
Me and Slim we ain’t tripping I’m finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I’m po’ pimping Car stop rims keep spinning
I’m flipping drop with indvisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I’m shaking the block with four eighteens’
Candy green with eleven screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I’m Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can’t cloan me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me
(I Said!) Back then hoes didn’t want me Now I’m hot hoes all on me
[Hook — 2x]
[Paul Wall]
What it do it’s Paul Wall I’m the people’s champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I’m back with the camp
I’m crawling similar to a ant cuz I’m low to the earth
People’s feelings get hurt when they figure out what I’m worth
I got eighty fours poking out at the club I’m showing out
I’m a player ain’t no doubt hoes want to know what I’m bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name It’s still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I’m holding my nuts
It’s Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
I’m on that five nine Southle baby holla at me
[Hook — 2x]

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Whoop That Trick Lyrics — Terrence Howard (DJay) — слова, текст песни

What (16x)
[Chorus]
Whoop that trick (16x)
[Djay]
I’ma make these suckers recognize I ain’t playin’ hoe
If you violate off the top trick you gotta go
I den held in a lot of sh*t and I’m bout to flip
Now I think it’s time to show you b**ches who you f**kin’ with
DJay that’s the name and I came to bring the pain
Ana on my chest got me bustin’ at you lemon lames
You ain’t know you f**kin’ with a street nigga
From the gutta pimp tight slash drug dealer
Born and raised in the «M» Memphis Tennessee
Before it’s said and done you b**ches gon remember me
This only the beginning I got a lot to say
It’s been a long time and you got hell to pay
Ain’t no love hoe just bring it the door
I’m bar none let my nuts hang to the floor
So if you want some this is your death wish
Better come correct cause I came to break you off trick
[Chorus]
[Djay]
You think I won’t beat that trick whoop that trick
Got me acting bucked and sh*t
Hoes telling me to calm down but I’m like f**k that sh*t
I’m already on that Hypnotiq and that Grey Goose
A couple shots of Hen that just gave me another boost
I’m feeling electrified you can see it in my eyes
Shirt soaking wet looking like I just got baptized
Sloppy drunk like a wino at a liquor store
But crunk like some sanctified folks catchin’ the Holy Ghost
I don’t think you understand this one right here might get banned
Setting off a riot like we living in afghanistan
But this the dirty dirty and that’s the way it go
Security beat the mayne was acting like some hoes
But you den f**ked up you better call the the law
I’ma break this Moet bottle cross your f**king jaw
And that’s for anyone that’s for everyone disrespected D
Watch your back boy cause you bout to get your ass beat
[Chorus]
[Djay]
I came to bust a nigga head leave him bloody red
Fighting for his life as they rush him to the Med
This what happens when you get caught up in the mix
All that jaw jacking got your ass in a bunch of sh*t
This that Memphis drama boy you know we came to get buck
I thought you came deep nigga where your backup
Your clique they some cowards they scattered out like roaches
That bottle cross your head got you leaking losing focus
See this is what we mean when we shut down the club
Niggaz started gangsta walking and we tear that b**ch up
We some straight hood niggaz from the ghetto and the projects
f**k the police cause we know we the suspects
Make you wonder what’s next b**ch guard your grill
If they play this in the club then they beat yo ass for real
My advice would be to chill M-Town niggaz sick
Get caught without a warning and get your ass whooped quick b**ch
[Chorus]
Whoop that trick (7x)
[Thanks to Elvenhage@hotmail.com, lordof4square@aol.com,
Pimptresstrisy@yahoo.com for lyrics]

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Swerve Lyrics — Lil’ Boosie & Webbie — слова, текст песни

Weebie:
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Lil Boosie:
You ain’t never had sh** (yea) swerve on
for ya daddy in tha pin (yea)
Swerve on em
Acting bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on em
hit his block and act again f**kin’ nigga swerve on em
Lil Boosie:
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Acting bad, hoes hollin’ there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools no I keep that thang ( I pack that thang)
There go that dawg spinnin’ hard from lane to lane
Don’t play no games cause I make you out to demonstration
Why you swerving’ cause they hatin’
Why they hatin’ cause you makin’
It’s cash dawg, it’s hatch dawg who you thought it would be
If you ain’t buckin to the ceiling’ you ain’t Rollin wit me
I got this swerving sh** from back in the day (back in da days)
When niggas on them p’s and v’s made you get out they way
HEY people hollin’why you act like this is it (why boo) em’ pills?
Hell no it’s that savvy sh** that I done lived
Keep it real, you be swerving to (swerving’ to)
If yo sh** spinnin’ bout a thousand hoes done heard of you
That dirty do, anything to attract dem hoes (check this out)
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin up them 4’S
This how it goes
Bridge:
You by the clubswerve
You wit yo girlswerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve
(Chrous 2x)
You ain’t never had sh** (uhun swerve on em’)
for ya daddy in the pin (unuh swerve on em’)
Actin’ bad on that gin (yeeeeeeaa swerve on em’)
Hit his block and act again f**kin nigga swerve on em’
Weebie:
I’m doin 55 in the burbon straight swerving
Wit a high yellow fine virgin and we swerving
Hollin I’m a foo boy ya heard me straight swerving’
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerving’
Hit the parkin’ lot by the club just swerving
Head lights shinin’ on my dubs while I’m swerving
I keep a ol’ pistol on my lap while I swerve
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve
I play the 659 with the slap while I’m swerving
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I’m swerving
A 4 or 5 hundred dolla stack ..big swerving
Smoking on some dolga early Monday and I been swerving since Thursday
Red bones in the back got me swerving
sh** I done took my eyes up off the road while I was rubbin on that cat
Doing it big like that nigga swerving
It’s all good we on the map
Baton rouge were ya at Swerve
(Chorus 2x)
You ain’t never had sh** (uhun swerve on em’)
for ya daddy in the pin (unuh swerve on em’)
Actin’ bad off that gin (yeeeeeeaa swerve on em’)
Hit his block and act again f**kin nigga swerve on em’
Lil Boosie:
This for my dawgs in penitentiary (in the pin)
Who holla sh** like gutta gutta when you mention me
That Hennessey
Mane that hen got me swerving crazy (swerving crazy)
I saw a dime turned my head and almost hit a lady
Slow down baby
With lil b hollin in the back (in da back)
I’m in my STS lil chuny in my otha lack
Don’t f*** with hatch
Cause I’ll hit you with that Nina Ross ( that Nina Ross)
It’s on ya head, bi*** ya dead Ill pay the cost
Cause I’m a boss
In the Southside of Baton Rouge (Baton Rouge)
Where niggas swerving on them 20’s and them 22’s
We act a foo
Back in the game I used to go to dreams (dreams)
In my firebird on them choppas and them f***ing screens
Sippin that lin
Acting like I never had sh** (uhun)
bust yo head in trash pit
Wrap you up in plastic
Show yo ass magic
Abra cadbra cado
Here go lil boo
This verse is for all my hoes who be swerving too
SSB swerve(bottom),UPT swerve(top)Park t, Easy t,
Cee Cee swerve Fairfield swerve,
Sherewood swerve every hood in baton rouge it’s all good swerve
Swerve( swerve right) swerve( swerve left) swerve
(swerve right) swerve ( swerve left)swerve
(swerve Right)..swerve (swerve left)
swerve swerve (swerve right)
swerve (Swerve left) swerve (swerve right)
swerve (swerve left)
I never had
swerve
this for my daddy..
swerve
swerve I’m getting cash swerve
I act a ass swerve swerve (swerve right) swerve
( swerve left) swerve
(swerve right) swerve (swerve left) swerve swerve
swerve on em then

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I’m A King Lyrics — P$C — слова, текст песни

(The Remix)
PSC feat. T.I. & Lil Scr*ppy
[Verse One: T.I.]
Now, e’rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain’t runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it’s all good, y’all just statin y’all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it’s understood without sayin
It’s a given, and ain’t because of what I’m doin for a livin
It’s, mo’ because of what I do and how I’m livin
Not to mention when I’m rappin I’m just hurtin niggaz feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that’s into healing
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22’s from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G’s
So, niggaz’ll come and look for you if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it’ll be a long day
[Chorus: T.I.]
I’m a king — bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I’m a king — you pussy niggaz couldn’t see me in your dreams
I’m a king — top topic of all of your magazines
I’m a king — head of the body, leader of the team
I’m a king — remember I can get your block knocked off
I’m a king — a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I’m a king — I’m connectin nationwide but in the South
I’m a king — just respect it and keep my name out’cha mouth
[Verse Two: Lil Scr*ppy]
I’m the prince shorty don’t get it twisted
Been callin shots simpin ‘fore my flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu’ know ’bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
with that vert’ top back, my jeans feelin tight
cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
My neck got so much sh*t, danglin
Big di*k, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be sangin
They be hatin cause I’m famous {?} what I was thankin
And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
Y’all just thank that you gone and the sh*t’ll be nasty
I’ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scr*p got big bank, now see if you can match it
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: P$C]
Shorty I’m down with the kings, so call me the greatest
Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin
If the grapes don’t sell, I dry ’em up and sell raisins
While y’all cherry pickin hustlers out here slavin
That king sh*t nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
That’s pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain’t tell me nuttin ’bout stackin these Benja-maynes
I’m the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that’s so demandin and an aura so strong
The South ain’t been represented like this in so long
I’m an emperor, you best be glad I’m workin on my temper
Otherwise I’d cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I’ma blick ’em ’til I get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckers in they dimples
[Chorus]
[T.I.] I’m a king

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It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp Lyrics — Terrence Howard (DJay) Feat. Taraji P. Henson (Shug) — слова, текст песни

[Chorus 2X: Shug — singing] + (Djay)
You know it’s hard out here for a pimp (you ain’t knowin)
When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain’t knowin)
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain’t knowin)
[1] Because a whole lot of b**ches talkin sh*t (you ain’t knowin)
[2] Will have a whole lot of b**ches talkin sh*t (you ain’t knowin)
[Djay]
In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets
Gotta couple hoes workin on the changes for me
But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night
Like takin from a ho don’t know no better, I know that ain’t right
Done seen people killed, done seen people deal
Done seen people live in poverty with no meals
It’s f**ked up where I live, but that’s just how it is
It might be new to you, but it’s been like this for years
It’s blood sweat and tears when it come down to this sh*t
I’m tryin to get rich ‘fore I leave up out this b**ch
I’m tryin to have thangs but it’s hard fo’ a pimp
But I’m prayin and I’m hopin to God I don’t slip, yeah
[Chorus]
[Djay]
Man it seems like I’m duckin dodgin bullets everyday
Niggaz hatin on me cause I got, hoes on the tray
But I gotta stay paid, gotta stay above water
Couldn’t keep up with my hoes, that’s when sh*t got harder
North Memphis where I’m from, I’m 7th Street bound
Where niggaz all the time end up lost and never found
Man these girls think we prove thangs, leave a big head
They come hopin every night, they don’t end up bein dead
Wait I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too
You pay the right price and they’ll both do you
That’s the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin
Gotta have my hustle tight, makin change off these women, yeah
[Chorus]
[Thanks to lordof4square@aol.com, sweet2beknown@yahoo.com for lyrics]

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Tell Me Why Lyrics — 8 Ball & MJG — слова, текст песни

[8 Ball]
Yeah..
What’chu talkin ’bout, what’chu think you doin?
Why you walkin out, where you think you goin?
You actin like you didn’t, you knew what I was doin
3 o’clock in the mornin, you knew where I was goin
Straight to my spot, a loft in the city
Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties
You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was workin
You smile when you see me but inside you was hurtin
The cars and the clothes, whatever that you asked me
I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy
Out of town, f**kin ’round, all-star, Superbowl
A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big di*k hoes
Panties on the back seat, I don’t know whose sh*t that is
Condoms and phone numbers, I don’t know whose sh*t that is
F’real, you know when I realized that I was wrong
When I wrote the words to this song
[Chorus: unnamed singer]
Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby
Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really love you so baby
Baby, woo — it’s the very last time that I’ll let you down
I won’t make the same mistakes again
[MJG]
Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for pretty women
And brought up in the city where they exercise their pimpin
I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris chillin
With somethin young, eager talent, they ready and willin
I get a lot of phone numbers but don’t really call ’em
Unless I hit ’em just to let ’em know I’m out here ballin
I know you picture me, laid up with these other women
Most of the time I’m not, occasionally I get ’em
Who was that woman lookin at me up in Wal*Mart
Lock in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot
But back to the subject, the chemistry I really loved it
Mental, emotional, couldn’t put nothin above it
But every unturned stone you had to touch it
Rolled ’em over, look what you found, now you disgusted
But before I leave, look me in my eye
Don’t cry, never lie..
[Chorus]
[8 Ball]
You and me, full of that, sticky weed and cog-nac
You like how I lick it then, put the di*k up in your back
There you go, talkin ’bout, what you know, who done said
that they saw me trickin some-where with one of yo’ friends
Did you see me do it NO, do you know that sh*t fo’ sho’
Who you gon’ believe me, or them ol’ meddlin hoes
Daaaamn, I think of all the sh*t I put you through
This a lonely game and, sometimes I be missin you
[MJG]
I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the radio
Baby hit your girls, go tell ’em c’mon get ready to go
We headed fo’, somewhere, tucked in and very low key
No interruptions, no cell phones, no tee-vee
Just you and me, sippin up on some Hennessy
Makin sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be
meant to be chemistry between us and even though
you saw the b**ches in my Beamer..
[Chorus]

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Pussy Niggaz Lyrics — E-40 (Feat. BoHagon & Lil Scrappy) — слова, текст песни

Wut Is E-Feezy Up In Dis Mutha f**ker
We Got Dat Nigga Scr*ppy Up In Dis Mutha Night
We Got Dat Nigga Bo Haggan Up In Dis Mutha f**kah
I Wont Play No Games Wit Chu Pussy Niggas
I f**k Round Pull Dat Thang On U Pussy Niggas
I’m To Clean To Try Ta Swang Wit Chu Pussy Niggas
I B-Bang B-Bang Bang On U Pussy Niggas [x2]
Flicking Yellow Tape Like Jocking
Bullet Casings On Da Sidewalk On Da Soil Block We Flicking
Making Da Yedi Dat We Earn
Fresh Braids And Cavadesses N Dem Dreadlocks N Dem Perms
We Slicker Den Worm Sperm
Mouthpiece Mayne
Yea I Hear Ya Minga Mi Ninga
We Can Talk Our Way Outta Anything
Con Ur Wife Outta Her Wedding Ring
Manipulate (Wut Else)
I Can Say A Freddy Crugar Ass Dream
Magazine Street Laced And Groomed
Dr. K Pimp Then A Tycoon
I Smell Like Suckah Repelent You Smell Like Perfume
If Dis Was A Kid Party You Wouldn’t Pop A Balloon
Nigga U Go All Good Nigga I Go All Bad
My Music B In Da Hood
Ya Music B In A Pad
Some Of Mi Niggas Smoke Backwoods
Some Of Mi Niggas Smoke Zads
Mi Nigga B Catching Bodies
Ya Niggas B Catchin Cabs
I Wont Play No Games Wit Chu Pussy Niggas
I f**k Round Pull Dat Thang On U Pussy Niggas
I’m To Clean To Try Ta Swang Wit Chu Pussy Niggas
I B-Bang B-Bang Bang On U Pussy Nigga [x2]
Ya’ll Niggas Ain’t Real Ya Jus Some Play Play
I Do Ya Dance Sitting On Death Row Like Dre. Day
Have You Ever Seen Boogas Pumps, And Ak’z
Ya Gangsta Wit Hey Hey Hey Ya Dun Say
Hk Called Quite A May Lay Now Dun Dey
Scare Witness’s So Dayum Bad Dey Dont Say
Dis Game Will Scare Niggas So Bad Dey Wont Play
Shyt A Nigga Might Draw Down Spray N E-Escape
I’m Da Truth In Da Booth
Or Whether I’m Bustin Through Da Cutless Coupe
A Man Shot Right B Fo Da Cops Come Through
Straight No Chaser 1 8 And Proof Ghetto Child On Da Loose
Off Top Ya’ll Niggas Dunno Who I Am
I Bo Haggan b**ch I Blam Blam Blam
I Dun Give A Dayum Dun f**k Wit Mi Fam.
Haggan E-40 Scr*p Our Pistols Dun Jam
I Wont Play No Games Wit Chu Pussy Niggas
I f**k Round Pull Dat Thang On U Pussy Niggas
I’m To Clean To Try Ta Swang Wit Chu Pussy Niggas
I B-Bang B-Bang Bang On U Pussy Nigga [x2]
It’s To My Advantage To Call A Challenge
Knocking My Ballads And I Bet Chu Wont Say Shyt
Any Nigga With Balls Straight Knock Of His Face Quick
I Can Keep Turnin Mi Cheek But I Ain’t Got Da Patience
All Energized Up An Blown Up Fo Da Camera
U Dun Want Me To Git Gone Real And Bam Ya
Slam Ya N Den Put Cha Down In A Hammer
Boy Lookin Misarable Cuz He Ran Outta Stamina
Roll Up A Blunt Like Some Blue Mint Sleeve
Make Ya Fade Ta Blank Like Ya Name Wuz Jay-Z
Hey Baby U Will Never Date Me Straight Ready Baby Rolled Up On Da Street
All Mi Enemies Lay It Down On Your Knees
Or I’ll B Forced To Release
Nigga Please
Make Every Nigga Bleed In Ur Click
Like Dey Wuz Sick Wit Some Kinda Diease
I Wont Play No Games Wit Chu Pussy Niggas
I f**k Round Pull Dat Thang On U Pussy Niggas
I’m To Clean To Try Ta Swang Wit Chu Pussy Niggas
I B-Bang B-Bang Bang On U Pussy Nigga [x2]

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Lil’ Daddy Lyrics — Chopper — слова, текст песни

[Deeper voice {Lighter voice} (Diddy)]
That boy, {I see ya lil daddy} (young city)
That grill, {I see ya lil daddy} (we here now, bad boy south)
That truck, {I see ya lil daddy} (as we proceed, as we proceed to give you what you need)
Them grillz, {I see ya lil daddy} (you ready, lets go)
[Young City]
Got a deal, now it’s real, a chrome-dipped caddy
I’m a pimp, that’s how I live, I see ya lil daddy
Shawty jea, now I’m here, so mean wit ya fatty
I’m a pimp, that’s how I live, I see ya lil daddy
[Verse 1]
I know you see me stuntin, big bodies is all I want now
My mouth’s about a hundred, some say that I’m the sh*t now
I done came a long way from the get down, hustlin, jus re-upped but I gained nothin’
sh*t done changed when the lil muthaf**ka nigga started makin hits now
Girlies that Neva used to talk to me, talk to me
Cause I got it made and the kids look up to me
I’m escaladin on them thangs cause I’m young city
Pimp pretty things and they go fo’ a buck fifty
No now you can see me in the drop-top
Oh ma that boy from the hot block
Wit me is my semi, neva stay empty cause I gotta keep it on cock, cock
Just in case you try to ball the block, no way cause I call the shots
Show me nigga, tell me not anything, you spend, you flip, you trip, I got
From the yacht, to the g-4, to the g-5, this is stock
Back to the platinum chains and my watch
You can see the purple ring when I spot
I talk cause I live it, on a mission to double up
My wrist on a count of dup, get ready ‘fo it bubbles up, yup
Cause I’m
[Chorus: Young City]
That boy, I see ya lil daddy
That grill, I see ya lil daddy
That truck, I see ya lil daddy
Them grillz, I see ya lil daddy
Got a deal, now it’s real, a chrome-dipped caddy
I’m a pimp, that’s how I live, I see ya lil daddy
Shawty jea, now I’m here, so mean wit ya fatty
I’m a pimp, that’s how I live, I see ya lil daddy
[Verse 2: Young City] + (Diddy)
I’m a bad boy millionaire, look at how I spin my hair
So fresh so clean from my head to my feet I dont think y’all heard me clear
I done walked for that cheese, now I got cheesecake oh yea
Lil boy you dont really wanna go there
Dont hurt yaself tryin to keep up cause I do it all year
Look at the price of my jag, look at the name in my tag
Visa’s from my momma seater’s they be poppin them tags
G’s up scrubs down, man it feel good to get love now
And I’m up next to best, how ya lovin that
cause it’s really bout to go down (your next kid)
No picture on the mound won’t strike me (uh-uh)
I dont give a f**k who dont like me
Get y’all muthaf**kas know who I be
Keep it up and get put on I.V.
And I ain’t got love, it’s good reason why I’m rich as f**k but sho ‘nuf
Same good reason to make ’em go nuts when I pull out the aqua green truck
With the diamond in the back, 26 shinin
What mo can I say, I’m ballin and I’m on fire
I’m that nigga that ya want, I’m that nigga that ya need
I’m here like I neva left, I’m soon to be the f**kin king
See I’m
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young City] + (Diddy)
Ah, I’m so in love wit myself cause I made it and I didnt need no help (yea, uh huh)
Regulated to the basement, I’ma be from a ten speed, I’m so blessed (bad boy south, young city)
I got credit cards, I got checks, bout a hundred broads, keep ’em unda check
Ima really make it hard for you to process, make way for tha boy cause I got next (I see you lil daddy)
I got this — in a chokehold, dont f**k around wit me cause I’m loco
Got franks in the bank, that’s why they wanna bank out wit me but I rock solo
Dolo from state to state, why do these haters hate
Is it cause I’m eatin wit and I backin them easy cakes
Any time of the day I be low-key, untamed nigga you can’t hold me
Got fame to my name, put change to ya brain Neva step into the path of a O.G.
Right arm is king-cut bracelet, left arm is a new presidential rolie
Cause I’m in a brand new situation, f**k payback, y’all muthaf**kas owe me (bad boy)
Everything I got I deserve, got the record say I’m hot, I’m superb
Not artificial, real to the bone, wrist’ll arm nigga, nigga get hot in herre
Seen what are you bootin up, dont make me pollute ya up
Wit my young shawties and they shootin up
Cause I’m
[Chorus]
[Diddy talking] + (background music)
Young City (I see ya lil daddy)
Bad Boy South, young prince of the south (I see ya lil daddy)
Bad Boy South, we here now (I see ya lil daddy)
(I see ya lil daddy) hah, hah, hah, hah-hah
Yo we been doin this so long we decided
jus to go to other regions wit this (I see ya lil daddy)
The empire strikes back (I see ya lil daddy)
Yall didnt expect him to come wit this one (I see ya lil daddy)
Young City, rememba the name (I see ya lil daddy)
I see ya lil daddy

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Murder Game Lyrics — P$C — слова, текст песни

Intro:
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye
Sup mayne (x25)
Chorus:
Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?)
Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?)
Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?)
You talk that sh*t better be about it b**ch!
Verse 1: (Big Kuntry King)
Wassup killa (sup killa) you don’t wanna go there.
Sucka nigga (sucka nigga) you don’t wanna go there.
If you want it f**k boy bust or motherf**kin’ move
(If you want it f**k boy bust or motherf**kin’ move.)
He don’t want it with me, I’ll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let’em think about that
(He don’t want it with me, I’ll up my strap, put his brains in his lap, let’em think about that.)
Hold up (Hold up.)
Slow down (Slow down).
Hoe nigga (Hoe nigga)
Sit down (Sit down).
If you think I’m a hoe, if you think I’m a b**ch, like Boosie and Webbie say you got me f**ked up.
If you think I’m a hoe, if you think I’m a b**ch, like Boosie and Webbie say, you got me f**ked up.
So killa (so killa) slow down (slow down) before you get put 6 feet down in the ground.
(Chorus)(x2)
Verse 2: (Mac Boney)
Murk somethin’ (murk somethin’) hurt somethin’ (hurt somethin’) walk up on your victim and squirt somethin’ (squirt somethin’).
Think I ain’t got nuts to pull the trigger you done lost your mind I walk up on you killa y’all ??? release my 9.
I’m tired of niggas thinkin’ cuz I rap I’m not the same person.
I run up on you quick and bust yo sh*t live, right in person.
Think about these verses before you approach me with that misbehavin’ cuz I could sawed off chop your 40 cal I got different flavors. Center squad and goon shoot up the room ain’t no wakin’ neighbors all my soldiers got revolvers silence’em with baked potatoes.
f**k a hata, hit your ass with hollows till your body fall the impact of my 40 through your skeleton into the wall. I love action, bust a nigga with pistols and assault rifles.
My murder game is equal to the motherf**kin’ speed of lightning young viking, hit a pussy nigga like I’m Mike Tyson, so excitin’, 4th of July fireworks when I start lightin’.
(Chorus) (x2)
Verse 3: (A.K.)
It’ll be a nationwide man hunt why you p**s my niggas off, why you p**s my niggas off?
Got to make you take a loss.
You talkin’ but you ain’t sayin nuttin’ it’s obvious that you fake and flawed.
Read’em like a book I’m about to rip his pages off.
Do it then, say you tough, do it then, you’s a bluff.
Called it like I seen it you’s a bussa nigga do it then.
Never lose my cool, wile out do it and lose your limbs.
The weapon you choose to use, knucklin’ up what you gon’ do it then.
You better slow ya roll slow ya roll slow ya roll Zone 1 Zone 4 drag his ass through the floor.
I ain’t trippin’ (I ain’t trippin’)
I ain’t trippin’ (I ain’t trippin’)
I’m a grown man b**ch I handle my business (I handle my business.)
Campaignin’, champagne rainin’ need a blunt I got the purp I don’t need a chump up in my face unless you wanna be hurt.
Get a grill (get a grill) get a grill (get a grill) before I do I let it hit you off the real (off the real).
(Chorus)
Verse 4 (T.I.)
Aye here’s a couple reasons why dissin’ TIP ain’t the thang to do.
1. I ain’t as lame as you,
2. I done slung more cane than you.
3. I’m more of a G than all the niggas who hang wit you,
4. when I show up your hoe act like she never came wit you.
Drama I’m no stranger to all the niggas you brang wit you lay out in the streets their body leakin’ till the change of blue.
I’mma be the reason your mommy and daddy ashamed of you and why your cousins, brothers, and sisters don’t even claim to you.
Pimp Squad Click punk b**ch wanna plaina view?
I’mma point this thang at you seconds before I bang at you.
Power and respect the money and fame’s attainable.
We don’t mix cuz G’s and tricks ain’t interchangeable.
I’mma bang it when my chamber full, long as it’s a thang to pull.
Old ladies cryin’ kids yellin’ niggas sayin’ uggghhh.
I play the game without a rule or a ref, I’m hands on so when it’s on I do it myself. (nigga)
(Chorus) (x2)

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We Remain Lyrics — Christina Aguilera — слова, текст песни

All the ways that you think you know me
All the limits that you figure out, limits that you figure out
How to learn to keep it up or below me
Just to keep from being thrown around, just to keep from being thrown around
Every single time the wind blows
Every single time the wind blows
I see it in your face (Ohh)
In a cold night
There will be no fair fight
There will be no goodbye
To turn and walk away
So burn me with fire
Drown me with rain
I’m gonna wake up
Screaming your name
Yes I’m a sinner
Yes I’m a saint
Whatever happens here
Whatever happens here
We remain
Now we talk about a wasted future
But we take a good look around
Yeah we take a good look around
Yeah we know it, it hasn’t been for nothing
‘Cause we’ll never let it slow us down
No we’ll never let it slow us down
(Oh yeah)
Every single time the wind blows
Every single time the wind blows
I see it in your face (Ohh)
In a cold night
There will be no fair fight
There will be no goodbye
To turn and walk away
To burn me with fire
Drown me with rain
I’m gonna wake up
Screaming your name
Yes I’m a sinner
Yes I’m a saint
Whatever happens here
Whatever happens here
We remain
We remain, we remain
Burn me with fire
Drown me with rain
I’m gonna wake up
Screaming your name
Yes I’m a sinner
Yes I’m a saint
Whatever happens here
Whatever happens here
We remain

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Let’s Get A Room Lyrics — Nasty Nardo — слова, текст песни

let’s, let’s, let’s, Let’s, LEt’s, LET’S (gon’ boy)
[Chorus: x2]
Let’s get a room get high and get naked
L-L-Let’s get a room get high and get naked
[Nasty Nardo — Verse One]
Now I’m feelin kinda tipsy off this Cris’ that I been gulpin
Plus I’m gettn drunker off this damn Incredible Hulk-in
Ready for some bonin; shawty, what’s the biz’ baby?
Three in the mornin and the club is closin quick baby
I don’t wanna sound shady I just wanna get witchu
and do the butt, naked thang that grown folks do
In a hotel room, on a hotel flo’
In a hotel bed, this a hotel dough
wit Nasty, Nardo, pretty boy Capone
Mr. Do-it-to-you-hard, Mr. Do-it-to-you-long
Mr. Back-stayin-strong-when-I’m-swimmin-in-you
Mr. Run-and-tell-ya-friends-how-I-give-it-to-you
‘Cause they want some to, they want a sample of dat!
Mr. Splack-her-belly-when-I’m-breakin-yo-back
You tappin out on a mat, I got ’em ringin a bell
When I’m {?} river plungin you in the hotel
[Chorus x4]
[Nasty Nardo — Verse Two]
I’m on that ‘Yac baby, ’cause I’m a Mack baby
I ridin chrome and pushin’ Cadillacs baby
I keep a stack baby, ’cause I’m a money hog
I other words baby, I’ma ball till I fall
I’m ten toes tall, I posted up b**ch (Be-yotch!)
Just let me know a dope boy’s what you f**kin wit
Wit a fat di*k workin wit a lil’ sumthin
like ya boy Grim said, «Trick I’m tryna bust sumthin!»
I’m tryna buck sumthin, baby beat that pussy to death
Down to the last drop, ’til it ain’t nuthin left
To give ya whatcha ain’t felt, from that boy at home
Boo I’m crackin headboards while you holla and moan
Nasty Nardo, Mr. Buckwild
Mr. Break-ya-back-when-we-in-the buck style
Mr. Pow-wow, Mr. Bang bang
Mr. Won’t-stop-when-you-screamin-my-name
[Chorus x4]
[Nasty Nardo — Verse Three]
Now baby, what’ the SCOOOOOO’? (Now baby, what’ the SCOOOOOO’?) [score]
If you goin, let’s GOOOOOOOO (If you goin, let’s GOOOOOOOO)
I got a sack fulla DROOOOOOOO (I got a sack fulla DROOOOOOOO)
That we could smoke ’til we CHOOOOOOOKE (That we could smoke ’til we CHOOOOOOOKE)
I’m talkin all night LOOOOOONG (I’m talkin all night LOOOOOONG)
‘Til we see the sun a-gaaaain (‘Til we see the sun a-gaaaain)
Me, you, and yo FRIEEENDS (Me, you, and yo FRIEEENDS)
Y’all broads know the BIIIIIIZ (Y’all broads know the BIIIIIIZ)
You know the biz when the playa go and buy you a drink
You know the biz when the playa layin back in the seat
You know the biz when I’m touchin you and just won’t stop
You know the biz when a playa grabbin you on the crotch
You know the biz when I’m rubbin you, all on yo tits
You know the biz when I’m tounge-kissin you on yo lips
You know the biz when I’m sweatin like it’s hotter than hell
You know the biz when I’m pullin up, in a hotel

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Get Crunk, Get Buck Lyrics — Al Kapone — слова, текст песни

Hey! [repeat 16x]
Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho! [repeat 3x]
Get crunk motherf**ker, get buck (get buck) [repeat 2x]
Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho!
Get crunk motherf**ker, get buck (get buck) [repeat 2x]
[Al Kapone]
That’s the way it is, it ain’t no other nigga stoppin it
When Kapone, grab the microphone you know I’m rockin it
If I was, sippin on some syrup then I’d be choppin it
I’m the one, with the combination so I’m lockin it
If I had some Crist’, or some Mo’ then I’d be poppin it
Man you know this bumpin but you hatin so you knockin it
When I wrote this rap I hit the yo and started droppin it
I’ma tell myself that I’m the sh*t and ain’t no toppin this
You might say it’s arrogant, but I say it’s confidence
I’m just havin fun with it, take it and I run with it
If you want some of this, get when I’m done with it
All that negative energy that you give I don’t want none of it
I’ma keep it crunk with my dawgs and my shorties too
Make way, fo’ a real nigga cause I’m comin through
What’s my name? Al Kapone, Mackapeezy, some may call me Scarface Al
Super crunk, super wild, this the way I move the crowd
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
Northside ho! Southside ho! Eastside ho! Westside ho!
Get crunk motherf**ker, get buck (get buck) [repeat 2x]
[unknown guest — repeat 2x]
Now I’m a young nigga and I got y’all buck nigga
I’ma represent, with my dogs and keep it crunk nigga
[Al Kapone]
I’ma keep it rough but other niggaz they be lame with it
Some may say they serious but to me they playin games with it
If you gonna rep it nigga show it why you claimin it
You may never gain unless you goin through some pain with it
While you out here talkin that you dumbin I done came with it
You might think you different but the truth you still the same with it
Nigga this a struggle, ain’t no motherf**kin shame in it
Too many accept the way it is instead of changin it
But I’m gon’, flip it up, take the sh*t and rip it up
Ain’t no lie I smoke a little po’ some drank and sip it up
Haters need to give it up, cause you never break me down
Buckin with the real nigga, represent your side of town
[Chorus]
[Al Kapone]
This ain’t a game, this the life that I lead, real nigga ’til I’m frozen
Gift from the almighty let me know I’m chosen
While you haters hopin, that I’m never pokin
out, like some Spre’s, steady spinnin cause I’m focused
Crunk, from the jump, this ain’t no front, check my resume
Some of y’all was colors I was buckin since the early day
M-Town bound, that’s my city I was born and raised
Still in the game just to keep the record straight
North, where you at? South, where you at?
East West represent, my nigga handle that
I see these others out here takin but I’m givin back
And I ain’t trippin, I can’t help it I’m just trill like that
Now I’m no super thug…

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Tomorrow Will Be Kinder Lyrics — The Secret Sisters — слова, текст песни

Black clouds are behind me
I now can see a hill
Often I wonder why I try
Hoping for an end
Sorrow weighs my shoulders down
And trouble haunts my mind
But I know the the present will not last
And tomorrow will be kinder
Tomorrow will be kinder
It’s true I’ve seen it before
A brighter day is coming my way
Yes tomorrow will be kinder
Today I’ve cried a many tear
And pain is in my heart
Around me lies a somber scene
I don’t know where to start
But I feel warmth on my skin
The stars have all aligned
The wind has blown but now I know
That tomorrow will be kinder
Tomorrow will be kinder
I know I’ve seen it before
A brighter day is coming my way
Yes tomorrow will be kinder
A brighter day is coming my way
Yes tomorrow will be kinder
[Thanks to Lyndsay Broome for corrections]

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Carbon 15’s, A.K.’s & Mac 11’s Lyrics — Boyz N Da Hood — слова, текст песни

Geyeah! Geyeah — ayyy
Get it Boyz N Da Hood nigga, Boyz N Da Hood
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Boyz N Da Hood]
Carbon 15’s, AK’s and Mac 11’s
Bout to send you pussy niggaz on a stairway to heaven
Ayy — ye ain’t no killer nigga, ye ain’t no killer boy
Ye ain’t no killer nigga, ye ain’t no killer boy
[Verse One]
I took a sip and then I checked my pistol, then I hit my sack
and grabbed the phone, think I better call my sister, cause I need mo’ gats
Nigga just bounced of prison and made the decision on how he gon’ act
In the back of the club swoll up like the Hulk gettin bust
Steady talkin ’bout who he gon’ trap
Who, meeee? Southwest Atlanta O.G.
Great with the hand like the Gingerbread Man
But I pull the four-fifth just as fast as I can
Y’all niggaz ain’t used to the pain
I don’t even think y’all f**ks ain’t got no gat
I don’t even think y’all niggaz ain’t seen no blood
I can tell by the way y’all act
I can tell how you talk ain’t ’bout no war
Tell from your chest you ain’t got no heart
I can tell how you walkin, got no game
Thangs on us plus thangs in the car — yeah
Bopped and banged and popped and drained and pained and
dropped him maimed him dead, now thank the stainless
[Chorus] — repeat 2X
[Verse Two]
Yo.. yo, nigga straighten y’all faces up, but we know y’all fake as f**k
Y’all niggaz ain’t got no balls, we know y’all niggaz ain’t made like us
Lotta y’all fin’ to get called out, lotta y’all fin’ to lose y’all clout
If the rood to the riches lead through my hood it’s best you change y’all route
Cause we like to play bump and rob
We can handle with the heat or we can squab
It don’t make a bit of difference to me
Cause potnah we roll just like the mob
Y’all niggaz keep beatin y’all chest
Find someone else to impress
‘Fore you get yo’ back blowed out
Cause you felt the need for you to flex
A nigga raised to plot and scheme, and everyday live for the pop that thing
When it comes to this crack cocaine I put that thang to side of your brain
[Chorus] — repeat 2X
[Verse Three]
Y’all niggaz ain’t real — y’all niggaz ain’t real
Y’all niggaz ain’t trill — y’all niggaz ain’t trill
When it’s time to ride
Jeezy the first one to grab the steel — grab the steel
Y’all niggaz some hoes — y’all niggaz some hoes
Y’all niggaz some b**ches — y’all niggaz some b**ches
Heard you turned state’s — WHAT?!
Y’all niggaz some snitches — y’all niggaz some snitches
Y’all niggaz some frauds — y’all niggaz some frauds
Y’all niggaz some fakes — y’all niggaz some fakes
Doin all that flexin — doin all that flexin
And ain’t got no cake — ain’t got no cake
I’ma tell you like a nigga told me (geyeah)
Blow about everything around me (yeah)
Right in the Trap is where you find me (let’s get it)
Try to rob me dawg it ain’t likely (ayy)
Real niggaz dawg I run with them (that’s right)
O.G., Meezy and Gangsta Slim (geyeah)
Ride the whole clip until I’m finished
Hold up — wait one motherf**kin minute (let’s go)
Y’all lames y’all know how the game go (what)
Can’t find you, shoot up your kinfolk (geyeah)
C-T-E to the sho’ nuff crew (ayy)
Who’s the killer, me or you?
[Chorus]

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Booty Language Lyrics — Juvenile (Feat. Skip & Wacko) — слова, текст песни

[Intro]
What’s happening ladie’s and gentlemen you’re on that UTP radio
And this is Juve Wacko & Skip with the new single
They up next, check it out OH!
[Hook]
Don’t bounce it like that don’t move it like that don’t do it like that
I’ll touch ya girl
Don’t work it like that don’t twerk it like that don’t serve me like that
I’ll touch ya girl
Don’t talk it like that don’t walk it like that don’t make it talk back
I’ll touch ya girl
She’s speaking booty language (touch it) she’s speaking booty language (touch it)
She’s speaking booty language (touch it) she’s speaking booty language
[Juvenile]
Should of had you on beef from the beginning
Sipping hennessy I mean no disrespect miss yeah
I’m not hard to find in the club at all
I know you see these diamond’s shining on my necklace (yeah)
You got my sh*t beating hard for me to control it
Now all with my hand in my pocket I gotta hold it down
Your booty like misses incredible the only thing different is you move like a ghetto ho
A shape like that can only come from chicken and vegetables
Now let me get this ho’s address and ya area code
Bossman is getting chedder on the shizzle the wrist is on chill and the feet is on sizzle
Ho my sh*t rain it don’t drizzle
I juz jump on a race of niggas thats bettin their change on pickle
I hear you talking to me you gunna let me touch it?
Try to show you respect but you gunna make a nigga rush it OH
[Hook]
[Juvenile]
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
You can stomp with me shorty you can hump with me shorty
Get crunk with me shorty (I’m with that)
Shorty you can sip with me shorty you can dip with me shorty
Rock the whip with me shorty (I’m with that)
Put your game face on pout your lips out
Go ahead let your hair down stick your hips out
Go ahead bounce that ass ’round let it stick out
Let your tip drill down let me tip out
Put it in park for me shorty come on walk for me
Shorty make it talk to me shorty (I’m with that)
Shorty I’ll split your walls with it shorty touch your heart with it
Shorty set off spark’s with it shorty (I’m with that)
Shake it like a bad habbit ????? make her start a conversation while I ?????
That’s a nice demonstration Juve I know you seen it
Legs up like the doors on my Lamborghini
[Hook]
[Wacko]
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
Hey lil’ momma let me get behind ya
Let me hold on ya hips while I bump n grind ya (bump n grind ya)
Me and you we got something in common see I like nice things and youse a diamond
Youse a jewel how youse be shining
When you move it look like balloons behind ya (ooh wee); momma do me proper
You acting stuck up but your ass says youse a popper
Do me proper look it’s talking to me
Be the sh*t and back that ass up oh it started walking to me
Walk to me now (ooh) talk to me now (ooh)
Walk to me now (ooh) talk to me now don’t stop
It’s getting hard to me now this adultry call the law for me
Now bend it over play your part for me now
Wutchu say? shake it hard for me now!

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Yellow Flicker Beat Lyrics — Lorde (Review) — слова, текст песни

I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm.
And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold,
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones,
It keeps my veins hot, the fires found a home in me.
I move through town, I’m quiet like a fire,
And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie it.
And now people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home
People talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes.
I’m going in (ooh)
[Chorus:]
This is the start of how it all ever ends
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
I’m speeding up and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
We’re at the start, the colors disappear
I never watch the stars, there’s so much down here
So I just try to keep up with the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
I dream all year, but they’re not the sweet kinds
And the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time
And now people talk to me, I’m slipping out of reach now
People talk to me, and all their faces blur
But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison
And I’m locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me
I’m going in (ooh)
[Chorus]
And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat
Sparking up my heart
And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat-beat-beat-beat

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This Is Not a Game Lyrics — The Chemical Brothers, feat. Miguel (Review) — слова, текст песни

[Intro: Lorde]
There it is
[Verse 1: Miguel]
Find what you love and let it kill you
Chop under pressure, thinkin’ dammit
All eyes on me like a conductor
That mean, just play your role, you might can chime in
Wait, play the game to change the game
Word to Gucci, that’s my hitta
Your way is livin’ in the moment, huh?
My way is livin’ for tomorrow
[Pre-Chorus: Miguel]
Wonder what I’m doin’
Yeah I know what I’m doin’
Say I know what I’m doin’
I’m talkin’ ’bout a revolution
[Chorus: Lorde (Miguel)]
There it is (Wait, nah babe)
There it is (Wait, nah babe)
There it is
[Verse 2: Miguel]
All around the clock
Even when I’m under fire, preach
No never never settle, I just stop ’em boy
But I ain’t outta touch, I’m just outta reach
[Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus]
[Interlude]
No this is not a game
No this is not a game
No this is not a game
[Bridge]
Patience and determination
Starin’ at a body of it
Starin’ at a gladiator
Victory is sweet and I’ma get it now and later
[Pre-Chorus + Bridge (Simultaneous)]
[Verse 3: Miguel] x2
No this is not a game, nah babe
I’m talkin’ turn out
I won’t ever burn out
What I gotta make it turn out
[Outro: Lorde]
There it is
There it is

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Meltdown Lyrics — Stromae, feat. Lorde, Pusha T, Q-Tip & HAIM (Review) — слова, текст песни

[Pusha T:]
Lorde meet King Push
[Pusha T:]
Life is like a costume party
Just cover the floors in Cavalli
Let’s hide the hurt in a molly
We’re all tryna be somebody else
You can’t hide your tears in wealth
When your heart knows you hate yourself
It’s all pain we felt
Just the way that the card’s been dealt
[Refrain — Lorde:]
Velvet rope, let us pass
Drop an olive in your glass
Put it on, a disguise
It’s an opera of lies
Everyone on the run
Fifty feet all on the gas
Take him out, take him out
Gonna take him out
[Pre-Hook — Lorde:]
We’re the only theory they can’t prove
And we don’t have anything to lose
[Hook — Lorde:]
In my eyes, in my ears
Bring might
Love is only figured once in life
Tell the crowd, search the town
And we made it all meltdown
It’s a full meltdown
[Q-Tip:]
Try to break her spirit so it shouldn’t be surprisin’
We’re here with no fear and gave her uprising
Gonna blend in with the bullies and the bureaucrats
Arrows pierce like lightning, choppers sound like thunder clap
Never will you stand, we gon’ lay you down
Debonair and dapper kids comin’ in to take the town
Try to restrain us, even though you trained us
We’re better than you are, now we’re gonna make you feed us
[Refrain]
[Pusha T:]
We’re all lookin’ for status
Cristal sent over on gratis
Can’t pretend we’re not plastic
When these poker faces take practice
Who to trust? Who to love?
Who to run from? Who to hug?
Set fire to a government of thugs
Respect only comes from the money or your blood
[Lorde:]
We’re out of sight, shadows of light
They’re closing in and I know where we’re goin’
But I don’t know who I’ll be
[Hook x2]
[Haim:]
(I can hear, and see a ghost)
Was it meant to be?
(In my mind, I know)
Cause I can’t see
(And if you keep acting up)
I can’t see
(I’m your undertow)
[x2]

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The Hanging Tree Lyrics — James Newton Howard (Review) — слова, текст песни

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man
They say murdered three.
Strange things have happened here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run,
So we’d both be free.
Strange things have happened here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of hope,
Side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

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Dead Air Lyrics — CHVRCHES (Review) — слова, текст песни

[Verse 1]
I will never believe that they say
There is no strength in enduring
They never speak for themselves
We are disappearing
[Pre-Chorus]
You will be all that I seek
In a twisted lie
I would live inside you
Words will be all that I keep
In an open space
They would live inside you
[Chorus] (2x)
We hold up to an idea
And we’ll fight what we can’t see
We’ll just hold up to an idea
We’ll keep going till we can’t hear
(Dead air)
[Hook] (x4)
We a- we a-are
We are all just dead air
[Verse 2]
This is a call to your arms
To take on mind over matter
Replacing fist over fist
We are disappearing
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus] (x2)
[Hook] (x8)
Description by JackRosier, VitaAZeroKelvin & 2 more
“Dead Air” is a song by CHVRCHES to be featured on The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part I original soundtrack.
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Out There Lyrics — — слова, текст песни

Frollo:
The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It’s I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy, unless you
Always stay in here
Away in here
Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo
You are deformed
Quasimodo:
I am deformed
Frollo:
And you are ugly
Quasimodo:
And I am ugly
Frollo:
And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not comprehend
Quasimodo:
You are my one defender
Frollo:
Out there they’ll revile you
As a monster
Quasimodo:
I am a monster
Frollo:
Out there they will hate
And scorn and jeer
Quasimodo:
Only a monster
Frollo:
Why invite their calumny
And consternation?
Stay in here
Be faithful to me
Quasimodo:
I’m faithful
Frollo:
Grateful to me
Quasimodo:
I’m grateful
Frollo:
Do as I say
Obey
And stay
In here
Quasimodo:
I’ll stay
In here
Quasimodo:
Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me
All my life I memorize their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them
But part of them
And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one
To hold forever
Out there
Where they all live unaware
What I’d give
What I’d dare
Just to live one day out there
Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them
Ev’ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin
I’d treasure ev’ry instant
Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I’ll be content
With my share
Won’t resent
Won’t despair
Old and bent
I won’t care
I’ll have spent
One day
Out there

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Shooting Arrows at the Sky Lyrics — Santigold — слова, текст песни

(Verse)
Was the story now all the talk is in the way
She got an opinion like devil’s and it’s how they said
Not like the others, I gotta be on my own
Watch you fumble yet another
Get wasted like the ones before
(Chorus)
Out of my way!
You missed with your magic
Out of my way!
You see, you missed with your magic
Out of my way!
You see, you missed with your magic
I’m fighting when you fallback
I’m shooting arrows at the sky
(Verse)
He didn’t want it but didn’t recognize the call
I don’t believe it, they’ll write the ending for us all
Thinking about it, the capturers around us all
So I’ll build me a bubble to build what I know will hold
(Chorus)
Out of my way!
You missed with your magic
Out of my way!
You see, you missed with your magic
Out of my way!
You see, you missed with your magic
I’m fighting when you fallback
I’m shooting arrows at the sky
(Bridge)
I know you did it and I know, hero
I know you did it and I know, for what?
I know you did it and there’s no way I could
But it will hold me down, I’m waiting for you
(Chorus)
Out of my way!
You missed with your magic
Out of my way!
You see, you missed with your magic
Out of my way!
You see, you missed with your magic
I’m fighting when you fallback
I’m shooting arrows at the sky
I’m shooting arrows at the sky
(Chorus)
Out of my way!
You missed with your magic
Out of my way!
You see, you missed with your magic
Out of my way!
You see, you missed with your magic
I’m fighting when you fallback
I’m shooting arrows at the sky

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Who We Are Lyrics — Imagine Dragons — слова, текст песни

Up in the morning
Up in the evening
Picking down talks when the birds get back to me
Oh, to me
Up on the mountain,
Down in the king’s lair
Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon
Oh, afternoon
We were never welcome here
We were never welcome here at all
Noooooooooooo.
It’s who we are
Doesn’t matter if we’ve gone too far
Doesn’t matter if it’s all okay
Doesn’t matter if it’s not our day
Save us
What we are
Don’t look clear
It’s all uphill from here
Oohhhhhhhhhh
Up in the attic
Down in the cellar
Lost in a static
Coming back for more
Oh, for more
Out with the reason
In with the season
Taking down names in my book of jealousy
Jealousy
We were never welcome here
We were never welcome here at all
Noooooooooooo
It’s who we are
Doesn’t matter if we’ve gone too far
Doesn’t matter if it’s all okay
Doesn’t matter if it’s our day
Because it’s who we are
Doesn’t matter if we’ve gone too far
Doesn’t matter if it’s all okay
Doesn’t matter if it’s not our day
Save us
What we are
Don’t look clear
It’s all uphill from here
Oohhhhhhhhhh
They say we’re crazy
They say we’re crazy
They say we’re crazy
They say we’re crazy
They say we’re crazy
They say we’re crazy
THEY SAY WE’RE CRAZY
THEY SAY WE’RE CRAZY
It’s who we are
Doesn’t matter if we’ve gone too far
Doesn’t matter if it’s all okay
Doesn’t matter if it’s not our day
Because it’s who we are
Doesn’t matter if we’ve gone too far
Doesn’t matter if it’s all okay
Doesn’t matter if it’s not our day
Save us
What we are
Don’t look clear
It’s all uphill from here
Oohhhhhhhhhh
(They say we’re crazy
They say we’re crazy)

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Silhouettes Lyrics — Of Monsters and Men — слова, текст песни

It’s hard letting go,
I’m finally at peace, but it feels wrong,
Slow I’m getting up,
My hands and feet are weaker than before.
And you are folded on the bed
Where I rest my head,
There’s nothing I can see,
Darkness becomes me.
But I’m already there,
I’m already there,
Wherever there is you,
I will be there too,
There’s nothing that I’d take back,
But it’s hard to say there’s nothing I regret.
Cause when I sing, you shout,
I breath out loud,
You bleed, we crawl like animals,
But when it’s over, I’m still away.
A thousand silhouettes dancing on my chest,
No matter where I sleep, you are haunting me,
But I’m already there, I’m already there.
Wherever there is you,
I will be there too,
But I’m already there,
I’m already there.
Wherever there is you
I will be there too.
Cause I’m already there,
I’m already there,
Wherever there is you,
I will be there too.

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Lean Lyrics — The National — слова, текст песни

Everybody needs a prayer, and needs a friend
Everybody knows the world’s about to end
Everybody wants to know what the end will be
Everybody wants to look before they leap
Everybody wants to sip of wine to drink
Everybody wants a little more time to think
Everybody needs a reason why they run
Everybody wants to know what they’re running from
And I can see your fever’s on the rise
I can see the waters in your eyes
And I can see the way the water leads
Love will lead us all to smithereens
Dying is easy, I believe my love and my love relieves me
Dying is easy, I believe my love and my love relieves me
You said it was everything…
Everybody takes forever to fall asleep,
Everybody’s got a life they don’t want to keep
Everybody needs a prayer, and needs a friend
Everybody knows the world’s about to end
And I can see your fever’s on the rise
I can see the waters in your eyes
And I can see the way the water leads
Love will lead us all to smithereens
Dying is easy, I believe my love and my love relieves me
Dying is easy, I believe my love and my love relieves me
You said it was everything…
i’m gonna let it in…
And I can see your fever’s on the rise
I can see the waters in your eyes
And I can see the way the water leads
Love will lead us all to smithereens
Dying is easy, I believe my love and my love relieves me
Dying is easy, I believe my love and my love relieves me
You said it was everything…
i’m gonna let it in…

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