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Some Niggas Lyrics — Styles and Jadakiss — слова, текст песни

[Intro:]
Can I make money motherf**ker? (Yeah)
Is that alright wit’chu? (No doubt)
Can I travel? (Word, Skull & Bones)
Can I have a nice motherf**kin car? (Hell yeah)
Thank you (KnowhatI’msayin)
[Hook]
Can I live? (Yeah)
Can I live — can I live?
Can I live — can I live? (Yeah)
Can I live — can I live?
Can I liiivve?
[B Real]
Can I live, who willin to give me applause?
Half note, gotta get mine and open the doors
I want a FAT crib, on the hill, after my cause
I need a fine woman, cuz I ain’t f**kin wit yours
Can I live? I wanna take care of my fam
All the haters can’t bait us, they don’t know who I am
You gonna learn soon baby, when my heat’ll expand
When I slay suckers everytime, I foil the plan
Can I live? Why not? I’m makin it hot
Like the rubber gets when I start rockin the spot
DAMN! She gotta have it in the parkin lot
Better come get her cuz she’s still in my knot
Can I live? Get your hand out of my pockets
I’m buck-nutty, tear your arms out of the sockets
People wanna talk no matter how much I rock it
Pull my di*k out, run about for niggas who jock it
Can I live? — Can I live? <--[4x] [Hook] [Sen-Dog] Can I live? Livin life under the scope Tryin to hang with the leader, let me give you a rope All them Mexicali niggas always lookin for hope After one turns, b**ch-niggas learn not to coke Can I live without any battles to face? Hell no, I gotta war when there's paper to chase The story for the glory's never without a race I'm like an animal huntin blood, I need a taste Can I live? Critics never leave me alone In my hood, I was always taught to go for the dome I'm the Dog never show you where I bury my bones Take your title then I leave your ass without a throne Can I live, how come you don't show me your love? Gotta catch yo' ass slippin like I'm wearin a glove Suckers wanna push me and I'll give 'em a shove Cuz busters always act brave up in the club [BR] Can I live -- Can I live? <--[4x] [Hook] Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na [B Real] Can I live? I know you won't give me the freedom Cuz your kids coem, but you don't want me to lead 'em When I spit words for refrain people will heed 'em Wanna find ways to shut me up and get me to eat 'em [Sen-Dog] Can I live, is it an impossible mission? I break it down for all those who ain't seein my vision All you suckers gotta live with, every descision You a train wreck, comin up on the collision [B Real] Can I live? Basically I'm tired of thangs You wanna walk around talkin, tryna f**k up my name But when the scandal comes though you can't handle the shame When you see me, know your thinkin how to explain [Sen-Dog] Can I live? I bring yo' ass over the hump We tryna get money so we can be livin like Trump You can't slap that cuz you fall into a slump Don't test me I still got my "Hand on the Pump!!" [Hook] 2x {*second hook w/ B Real in background*} Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na [Repeat]

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What Ya Gonna Do Lyrics — Tez and Tajiee — слова, текст песни

[Intro: Tez w/ Tajiee talking in background]
Yo!
Where all them niggaz that think they can hang they sh*t
when they get locked nigga knahmsayin?
That sh*t ain’t no joke
That sh*t is serious nigga
Can you hang with the bankers and the rollers
when you get locked nigga?
Whassup nigga? Lemme know…
[Tez]
Whatcha gon’ do?
When ya first get there and they got ya heart bumpin
A bunch of niggaz in the yard sufferin
No you can’t run when them motherf**kers start somethin
Tell me what ya gon’ do
Can you sling it from the shoulders? Are you hangin wit the holders?
Tell me what ya in fo’ — can ya maintain the pain
comin from the bankers and the rollers
Was that glock in ya back or som’in?
Did ya have to go and kill that b**ch?
So ya robbed the Seven Eleven and got caught,
now nigga tell me do ya feel that rich?
Ol’ fake-ass nigga, momma got a Benz, daddy got a Lex-O
All ya had to do was go school nigga,
tryna act a fool, better chill with ya sets yo
Nigga tell me now, whatchu gon’ do?
Now ya stuck in jail from passin out endo
Never chillin with ya kinfolk,
Scratchin paper on my life through the poly-glass window
Tell me whatchu gon’ do?
When ya got a headache, ain’t got no aspirin
Don’t even bother askin ’em
better watch out for the nigga tryna get up in ya ass again
Beyotch!
[Hook] — 2X
Whatchu gon’ do — when you ain’t givin no luck? (I don’t know yo)
Whatchu gon’ do — when niggaz don’t give a f**k? (I don’t know what)
Whatchu gon’ do — say yo you betta get up (alright alright)
Whatchu gon’ do — somebody bout to get touched (not that tonight)
[Tajiee]
Whatchu gon’ do
When ya can’t haul cats like you did on the block before?
Niggaz don’t care about you coppin dough
Niggaz couldn’t care less about drops and clothes, yo
[Tez]
Whatchu gon’ do?
When ya got a phat house and ya used to tips
Versace; it used to fit
Now it’s bum pants, yain’t used to this
f**k nigga
[Tajiee]
Whatchu gon’ do
When them same ol’ cats that you once had beef with
Now you gotta eat with? — If it was up to them,
they’d be the same ol’ cats you gotta sleep with, yo
[Tez]
Whatchu gon’ do
When it ain’t no sippin on that Henn.. gettin up in the pens..
No sympathy and no friends…?
[Tajiee]
Whatchu gon’ do
When ya girl come through, hollerin it’s ova
And she want the kids house and the Range Rover?
Smellin like liquor, charge in with a hangover, huh
[Tez]
Whatchu gon’ do
When ya tired of books, can’t stand that beef?
Chillin with a man that’s sweet
Now ya girlfriend messin witcha man named Meat, uhh
[Hook] — 2X
[Taijee]
Whatchu gon’ do — when it comes to the end
Sittin it the court with a 514, and ya girl in the back cryin
And ya can’t take it back
Tears on ya face and ya hands and ya lap
It’s consequence, shakin in ya boots no competence
What happened to the cat on the block with the fo’
that’ll pop if a nigga show confidence?
Gotta stay locked up, stay boxed up
Stay liftin weights nigga, stay rocked up
Gotta stay with them cats who’ll stay oxed up
For ya own good nigga betta stay cocked up
Cuz it’s a million more cats that’s harder than you
Ten times bigger than you, quicker than you
Who really don’t care livin with who
With nothin to live for, wanna stick it to you, huh?
[Hook 2]
Whatchu gon’ do? — When you can’t sleep and you feel outta place
Whatchu gon’ do? — When niggaz creepin, won’t get out yo face
Whatchu gon’ do? — With out no heat you just gon’ have to stay
Whatchu gon’ do? — And anyday, you might get tooken out anyway
[Thanks to bxmuscle for lyrics]

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War Wit Us Lyrics — Three 6 Mafia — слова, текст песни

[Hook — repeat 4x]
Do ya niggas want a war wit us
Do ya niggas want to get your head bust
I see them yorks in the sky raise em high raise em high
I see them tones in the sky raise em high raise em high
[Juicy J]
Yeah every time I flip the script
Niggas always talkin sh*t
Mad beacuase the cards I flip
Maybe he be struckin wit
I think he used to slang them rocks
Set up shop on this here block
Orange Bloosm apartment three
Niggas ain’t even know me
Young and buck just full of beer
Drinking out my nigga Clair
Death is like we naver fear
Even if we know it’s near
Stealing cars and rollin dice
Trying to dodge the Memphis vice
I’m telling all you young niggas
In this game there ain’t no life
Mom told mo to stay in school
All I did was break the rules
Pop was preaching the word of God
I was busy actin’ a fool
Mad with a f**kin mug
Loadin’ up my 38 slug
Head spinnin’ from the killing
And head full with nothin’ but drugs
[Crunchy Blac]
Do ya’ll niggas want a war wit us
Do ya’ll niggas want a war wit us
In gats we trust
In heads we bust
See nigaas like us
Uh uh we can’t be trust
We come to your crib
I mean we come to your house
We knock on your door
We put the gun in your mouth
We throw our sets
No disrespect
All we want is money nigga
Can you niggas get met
No game I play
Wit none of you hoes
Like the one in the chamber
Puttin bodies in holes
[hook]
[DJ Paul]
Now when they finally gonna learn about the Hav it’s on
When these hip crisp niggas kick a hole in your door
Now b**ch it’s on cuz you fuvkin’ with niggas that’s strong
You damn near gone cuz I’m buckin’ you b**ches with tones
Never alone hoe I run with Triple Sizzix
No full clips hoe I’n leavein’ them off in your chest
Can’t waste no time cuz cuz I’m droppin’ them dimes
That’s why the Hypnatize is all about droppin’ them nines
Up in your face you b**ches are fake
I got some boys they ain’t gay
But they knowin’ to rape
A little cock sucka like you
Cuz I despite you
If you can’t beat em’
You join the right crew
HCP nigga HCP nigga
HCP Hypnatize Camp Posse nigga
[La Chat]
Back up sh*t
You f**kin’ wit some natural killas
Don’t want to go to war wit us
We got a sniper to get ya
Hypnatize you ain’t heard
We down for whatever
We buckin’ b**ches
f**k you hoes
Cuz you ain’t on our level
La Chat I clicked up with the right camp
ready to ride
You f**k wit one
You f**k wit all
We ain’t scared to die
And we ain’t scared to kill a nigga
On the pain we deliver
We chop you up
Don’t give a f**k
And throw your ass in the river
I know you b**ches know it on
When you f**k wit the click
I know you b**ches know you gone
Whe you violate this sh*t
I’m tired of talking motherf**ka
Time to show an example
It ain’t no playin’ wit ya hoe
Cuz that anna we handle yeah
[Crunchy Blac]
Do ya’ll niggas want a war wit us

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What is the Law Lyrics — Pharoahe Monch — слова, текст песни

[Pharoahe Monch]
Officer Frank Pagliarule, heh
sh*t I hate spics and moolies
On the trains they be actin insane and unruly
It’s the «Planet of the Apes»
These gorillas be blastin they tapes
out of they cars like a cinematic movie
Respondin, to a domestic dispute, the culprit
a younger monkey who went ape-sh*t and decided to shoot
his older brother in the brain
His baby’s mother couldn’t refrain
keepin sex out the family name
And that keeps me smilin like racial profilin
Forever nigga pilin inside Riker’s Island
New York’s most violent, black wall of silence
react with black talons when wolfpacks are wylin
For a white cat, gotta admit I can rap-ta-tat-tat
my nightstick, on the top of your cap
My blackjack you’ll be swallowin for protestin and hollerin
The policy is quality of life and zero tolerance
[Chorus]
What is the law? Know you heard this before
We find contraband in your car, we breakin your jaw
What is the law? Nigga, mathematics for sure
If they walkin in packs of four, they tryin to score
For any — drug bust or cocaine that’s raw
better believe we takin our twenty percent at the door
What is the law? Wolfpacks, movin on all fours
I’m flawless with weaponry, mentally ready for war
(What is the law?.. What is the..)
[Pharoahe Monch]
Any formalities in the case of police brutality
I’ve escaped on finer details and minor technicalities
Here’s a verbal medley of deadly force used
Readily abused in that old Ku Kluk pedigree
You better be heavily armed, forever we ready your song
Steadily ready to move and bomb
I’m like — Hercules, when I work my knees
It’s a — search and seize that’ll hurt indeed
God bless when the bullets hit the chest you’ll backflip
SWAT — Special Weapons And Tactics; theatrics hot
on your block we lock down all shenanigans
When we roll you stand stiff like mannequins
Take the position for broomstick penetration (uh)
Legal under the Mayor’s new administration
YOU — better forever have your identification
I broke the mold for holds that cause asphyxiation
[Chorus]

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What You in Fo’ Lyrics — Wu-Tang Clan — слова, текст песни

[jail interlude]
[RZA]
Son I just slapped my b**ch
Came to my crib ’bout half past six
Kid’s in sh*tty diapers, no food was fixed
I was like, «Yo b**ch — why ain’t no food fixed?»
She on the phone with her friend talkin bout di*k
I snatched the receiver from that b**ch like CLICK
She got all excited, tryin to throw fit
Swung at me then I swung back — b**ch!
[Method Man]
What you in fo’? It happened in the club
with some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love
Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was
Talkin hot fudge, can’t nobody do it like she does
in the hot tub — didn’t know her man was in the club
And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub
It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me
shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby
Let’s cut a rug, that’s when I felt a shove
What the blood do — actin like he won the Golden Gloves
I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug
I’ma throw a slug — that’s how we be rollin cuz
I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz
Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug
What you in fo’?
[jail interlude]
[Streetlife]
I’m locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty
The Old Earth was like, «Street put the glock down»
I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds
and now I got one — c’mon, who wanna front now?
Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown
Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down
Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us
(What you in fo’?) In for murder over money love and lust
(What you in fo’?) In for life, don’t let me tell you twice
I might bang you twice and take double the life
What you in fo’?
[Raekwon the Chef]
Jail status — get up
Wash a nigga mattress f*ggot, you heard about me right?
Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live
Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggaz in here big
So pop off, drugs that’s props, bring in
glocks we call ’em oxes
Be a real live nigga, swing mops and sh*t, take over sh*t
f**k the C.O.’s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes
Slide brokers where phones get hid
f**k with Russians and Latins
The most powerful marble black slipper style
Goin out thrashin niggaz, kicks get thrown
Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
Notarized wigs, lay six months
That’s alright dog, make it home Lord
Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls
Bang monster anger
Bop through the halls with bangers
Live God like the Abbot of all chambers..
[jail interlude]

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Oz Theme 2000 Lyrics — Kool G Rap. Lord Jamar, and Talib Kweli — слова, текст песни

[Talib Kweli]
For all my people who got someone locked down right now
f**k it, this for everyone locked down right now, f**k it
Help me out, Lord Jamar, Talib Kweli, Kool G Rap
[Kool G. Rap]
From the street blocks, to c-blocks, sleep in a box
Creep with an ox, got beef in the shop, got beef with the cops
Sharp blade keep in the crotch, prison guards deep on the watch
Fifth stare people’ll drop, if it ease not then we peeping it pops
Even though they not speaking a lot,
the plot ease drop, greasing a cop
Come to shove meat in your chops, flee the spot, sheets in a knot
Get tied from your feet to the top, you caught in the hall,
make blood skeet with a mop
If you doing shift in the kitchen blood’ll leak in the pot,
Just a long game of sheep and the fox
Phone time, beef for your slot, the sh*t’ll make you weep in your coot
Mayors get messy y’all, nigga get shanked up in the chest he fall
Pressed against the wall, got the best of y’all,
stitch from neck to balls
Skin cut flesh and all, stretched out unless you balled,
nothing sexy at all
The life destiny wall, hope the Lord bless when he call,
Stand like a man or be a Debbie in core, heavier
they come heavier from nigga to whore
Be a predator, dead in the morgue, a spread in the log
[Chorus 2X: Talib Kweli]
In the prison, industrial complex
You got taxes, politics, jobs death
Gross stun it, cold blooded, dark and heartless
From the pyramids down to the projects
[Lord Jamar a.k.a Supreme Allah]
What do it take, vandal try to escape
I got a homemade shank, wrap the handle with tape
Better move quick fast, I got a trick for your ass
Niggas in my clique stick di*k to your ass
So we don’t give a f**k trying to make time past
Here eat it up feed a nigga fine glass
Got jail house wine in the stash,
Every time the caf?serve swine yo I tell I pass
Do like Beecher did to Shillinger and sh*t on your ass
You the feature when I’m killing ya, hit on your ass
Supreme Allah said we got time to kill
So when it’s time to kill, we got time to kill
In the yard with the guards when its time to build
And time is hard got to use my wills
See sh*t has changed every since they killed Adebisi
You never know niggas might try to grease me
[Chorus]
[Talib Kweli]
The image that we pro-ject is still God
Time to reflect but the reflection is hard
Like sticking mirrors out between the bars, seeing the guards
Seem like everybody innocent regardless of the charge
You face death, rape threats, and place bets,
on who getting laced next
Forever faceless never waste breathe
Blowing out the candles that the wind already snuffed out
They locked up your body your mind could bust out
Police don’t sweep to get the dust out
They want your name in the system,
My need to mention the death penalty as legal lynching
People listen, they got teenagers up in the line up
To fill the new facility they built they need the crime up
Please, the war on drugs is really war on the youth
War on the people, war on the truth
The violent crimes rise,
the silent dies as sirens cry through the night
People fight for what’s left and not what’s right
[Chorus]
[Talib Kweli]
Word is bond
[Goes into a Augustus Hill on Oz skit]

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Tonight Lyrics — Drag on — слова, текст песни

[Drag-on (Swizz)]
(Uh) Yeah, Yeah!
Swizz! (Drag dash On)
Yo, where we at?
(Uh) No sh*t, Double R niggas (Uh)
Ya know who dis is (No sh*t)
Yo! Back! Yo! (Yeah!)
Who dat slim kid, slight grin, ice right gain
If the son right here nigga strikes lightning
N’ cause light wind
My cue is only wit’ two
Me n’ my nigga
Me n’ my b**ch
Me n’ my wrist slapped around my bare skin
Come risk it
Dare niggas to run up on us
All wit some future sh*t, I got bullets that turn corners
Like—Errr.. still up on ya
Cause mah hammers got scanners
That’ll make ya hit the Down Down like Country Grammar
Got clips that’ll like dirty y’up in em
I wear size 34 dirty denim
N’ I’ll dirty ya’ denim
Hit ya wit the slow flow
Like Nat King Cole
Even though I spit hazard rappin’
Fasta’ than a rapper’s eva seen
You pass it while they grab it
Prob’ly got it but don’t have it
Rippin’ fake styles since ya promos
C’mon, homo!
Dawg I rope a dolo
Yo’ styles so so def
Like Jermaine I got bats
Would(Would) ya get ya rocks? Yo! (Yeah yeah yeah!)
(Woo!)
(It’s on fire t’night (Uh)) Yeah!
(Call the fire department,)Yeah Yeah!
(It’s gettin’ hot t’night)Yeah!
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night)Yeah Yeah Yeah!
(Gettin’ th-th-this mother f**ker all night tonight)
Yeah Yeah Yeah! C’mon! Woo!
Woo!
(It’s on fire t’night(Uh)) Yeah! Uh!
(Call the fire department)Yeah Yeah!
(It’s gettin’ hot t’night)Yeah!
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night)Yeah Yeah Yeah!
(Gettin’ th-th-this mother f**ker all night tonight)Yo Yo
Yo, how the f**k ya think y’all boots niggas cells
Ya cell’s jus’ like my two-way pager, low sale
Ya’ll, f**k a cell phone! I’ve got a NYNEX
That’ll reach out n’ touch ya nigga back spineless
(Yeah uh, C’mon man!)
I fill these streets wit more cracks on the ground
Than cracks on the growl
E pills is for da crackheads down
Down keep ya crackin’ a smile
While ya police tryin’ to crack down on crack viles(Uh)
Ya’ll can’t stop that nigga Drag(Uh)
That’s born a crack child(Uh)
Crack toes, I crack ya’ back
Kids that look up to me
Life ain’t what it’s cracked up to be
But ya neva’ catch me leavin’ n’ b**chin’
I jus’ keep da stashed box under reachable distance
Like right here
Gonna lift you like right there
Run about yo night air
Should’ve had the straps on
f**kin’ with da dash-on(Flame On!)
Gonna give a honey hard dash
Gimme ya cash(Flame On! Yeah… yeah!)
Whut, uh? (Y-y-y-y-yo!) Uh uh
(Woo!) Yeah Yeah!
(It’s on fire t’night(Uh)) (Yeah!)
(Call the fire department)(Yeah Yeah!)
(It’s gettin’ hot t’night)Yeah! What?
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night(Yeah,)) C’mon!
(Gettin’ th-th-this mother f**ker all night tonight(Aw yeah, Woo!))
Whut, uh?
(It’s on fire t’night)C’mon! (Yeah!)
(Call the fire department)(Uh Uh!)
(It’s gettin’ hot t’night)Yeah!
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night)
(Yeah!)C’mon!(Nigga!)
(Uh! Gettin’ th-th-this mother f**ker all night tonight)
(Aw yeah!) Nigga!
(It’s on fire t’night(Uh)) (Yeah!)
(Call the fire department)(Yeah Yeah!)
(It’s gettin’ hot t’night)Yeah! Uh uh
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night(Yeah,Uh,Yeah!))
(Gettin’ th-th-this mother f**ker all night tonight(Aw yeah!))
Ya’ll say I’m skinny like a cue-tip
But I stay wit b**ches like Janet Jackson
Like cutey n’ b**chin’
I’ve got a bad mommie
Hittin’ ass niggas
I’ve got a black tommy
Cook yo skin like salami
‘Cause ya niggas talk baloney
N’ prob’ly swanned out
I tell a guard to pull a maf out n’ smack ya mouth
Type da get out my TT and be outtie
N’ throw the mass bout
Ski in the hockey n’ pee in yo’ lobby
See, it aint nuttin but Drag but can route
To the point I gotta throw my pants out
I’ve got t’ shake da ants out
Loins, bees in my sleeves, with that can out
And I aint gon’ throw em
I gon’ walk up on em n’ hand em out
Slight trick, I keep my b**ch in Philly
But ya niggas came to feel me
Down n’ dane in a frenzy
N’ a TT for yo billy
Ya niggas betta come out n’ hit me
Cause I’ma drop top, naw niggas don’t pop it
Down ya niggas can’t stop it, so stop it
(Woo!)
(It’s on fire t’night) Uh
(Call the fire department)Yeah, Yeah
(Yeah!)( it’s gettin’ hot t’night)Uh!
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night
(Uh Yeah!)) C’mon!
(Gettin’ th-th-this mother f**ker all night tonight)
(Aw yeah, Woo!))Whut? (Uh!)
(Woo woo!)
(It’s on fire t’night)(C’mon!)
(Call the fire department)(Uh)
(It’s gettin’ hot t’night)(Yeah!)
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night)(Uh! Yeah!)
(Gettin’ th-th-this motherf**ker all night tonight)
(Woooo!)
(Drag, Dash, On)
(Flame, Flame, On)
(Ryde or, Die, Records)
(Ruff, Ryder, Records)
(Bounce!)
(It’s on fire t’night)Yeah(Uh) Yeah
(Call the fire department)(Oh…)
(It’s gettin’ hot t’night)(…My, Uh!)
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night)(Uh! Yeah!)
(Gettin’ th-th-this motherf**ker all night tonight)(N’ you nigga)
(Woo!)
(It’s on fire t’night (Drag, Dash, On))(Yeah)
(Call the fire department,(Flame, Flame, On)
(It’s gettin’ hot t’night)
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night)(Drag, Dash, On)
(Gettin’ th-th-this motherf**ker all night tonight)(Flame, Dash, On)
(Woo, Woo)
(It’s on fire t’night (Woo, woo, woo))
(Call the fire department,(woo, woo, woo) it’s gettin’ hot t’night)
(Woo, woo, woo)
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night)
(Woo, woo, woo)
(Gettin’ th-th-this motherf**ker all night tonight)
(Woo, woo, woo)
(It’s on fire t’night)
(Call the fire department,(Yeah) it’s gettin’ hot t’night)
(All my thugs in the cells gettin’ right t’night)
(Gettin’ th-th-this motherf**ker all night tonight)
(Wooooo!)

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Thug N*gg*s Don’t Live That Long Lyrics — Trick Daddy — слова, текст песни

You gon save that?
Na na na na naaaaaa
Na na na na naaaaaa
Yea
Thug niggas don’t live that long
(Thug niggas don’t live that long)
Before they gone they’ll be dead and gone
But I’ll be waiting ’till they come back home
(I’ll be waiting for you)
I wanna buy me a Benz but I’m fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now
I’m taking care of mama now
My lil’ dog caught a case, I got to bail him out
I got you bobbin’ to this real sh*t
So reason why a nigga kill sh*t
That’s how it is sh*t
See papa was a rolling stone
He left mama alone
She raised us on her own
Them b**ches curious
Why I’m soo motherf**king serious
Hard times got me pumped up and furious
I want y’all to free all my dogs
Before I get my gun and start killin’ your halls
Call me the butcherman
I take my beef straight to the man
I put it so only thug niggas understand
Keep b**ches out your game get paid
Just remember and respect what the old girl said
Chorus
I got some niggas on the other side
One day I got to take a ride
And let them know I still represent the Southside
No more shopping at the flea I’m rolling D’s and Lo’s
I’m getting head, feeling bread from these sleezy hoez
And can’t nann b**ch forget that nigga Hollywood
Big ends steering wheel made of wood
I heard it was four niggas three sh*t, one ho nigga
I’m out the pen with you Howdy folk
Who gon die next
Who mama gon’ cry next
Who sister get to wear the black dress
That’s how we living though
Dead and gone before he twenty-four
Or in jail, but y’all don’t hear me though
As I continue with this thug sh*t
With all this blood and sh*t
But all us thug niggas love this
For the love of greed and riches
But money don’t need no b**ches
So I’m killin’ all snitches
Chorus
I’m doing this one for the thugs
and the niggas on the corner selling drugs for the thugs
Yes sir (repeat 2x)
If I was a hundred dollar bill
I’d make you niggas kill for me
Go to prison do about a hundred years for me
Get a gat and go jack robin steele for me
Just to pay a b**ch bills with me
I’m dissing every nigga who got me f**king
A b**ch better f**k for pregnent nuts
You see it be them same niggas
‘Cause coochie ass lame niggas
(Last time) Learn some motherf**king thangs nigga
Now picture me as a killer
Young black dope dealer
I’m doing this one for my niggas
Who ride for this
Who even lost they life for this
And them niggas who survivin this
They don’t live that long
Chorus 2x
Thug niggas don’t live that long

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Locked Up Lyrics — Master P f/ Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy — слова, текст песни

[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo’ time for these people callin
[officer]
Prisoner, one-seven-fo’-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo’
Do you have anything, to say for yo’self before sentencing?
[Master P]
Hehehe, yes!
Nigga I’m a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets
I never leave the house without my hand on my heat
I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
And we ain’t takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
Big cereal — chompin, white granola
Got a b**ch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
f**k with me, then you f**ked in the game
Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
We live the thug life, make money from the drug life
Flip a quarter ki, every day all night
Ship me to Oz, I’m still in it
f**k the haters, No Limit we still winnin
I’m a killer my nigga — fool, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy
[Chorus — repeat 2X]
This is for my niggaz that’s locked up (LOCKED UP!)
Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)
Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war
We soldiers.. hard to the core
[Slay Sean ?]
I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked
Thinkin to myself — all these dumb-ass cops
Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line
Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake
Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
Facin double life I made some bad mistakes
[Short Circuit ?]
Courts, judges, bars, lawyers
Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
Eight o’clock lock y’all know where I be at
Ran ’til I couldn’t run the slums with guns
Livin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon’ come
Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good
Know what I did, sh*t they got me facin a bid
[Chorus]
[Krazy ?]
Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug
The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs
And I never let the dirty money pass me nigga
No matter how much coke I sold it never last me nigga
They blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki’s
Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
I said I’d bust them niggaz heads, and believe I did
Now them b**ches got me locked down, facin a bid
[Chorus]

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Shackled Up Lyrics — Krayzie Bone — слова, текст песни

As I wake up in the mornin, I jump up out a my bed
Freedom is on my mind as I place this six by nine cell
Nigga ain’t seen daylight, they got me caged like, I’m runnin wild
Just for tryna’ feed myself, since they act like we ain’t even here
So I say, I’ve done no wrong, I wanna go home now
Ain’t tryna listen to that
The niggas I used to call, they ain’t pickin up the phone now
Niggas know I’m trippin for that
I miss my mama, brotha, sistas, man, I’m feelin so alone now
Wish that I could go back
I guess I’m payin the dues of a real true soldier
[Chorus]
It’s so hard on the street so I packs my heat
That’s the life of a thug, any beef I keep
I’m suited up to kill, all my enemies
If you don’t shoot I will, you ain’t no friend of me
Now that I’m livin in a cell, the tables are turned
I never knew I had such a lesson to learn
I’m shackled up from my hands to my shoes
I’m so caught up I don’t know what to do
I got a letter in the mail from my girl, she let me know
That I’m too thuggish for her world, so she need to let me go
Plus her mama playa hatin sayin datin me is dangerous
She don’t think she should hang with thugs
She probably better off though
Run in back and tell the broad she can go, give my mama all my clothes
The keys to my low-low to my brother
b**ch, if niggas tell me you in my sh*t you will be f**ked up
This sh*t ain’t right
Lawyer say that ?? we got that b**ch tonight
He say she down to ride, with young niggas like me
Two strikes and I violated my probation
Plus they say they get me if they ever saw my face again
So I, be spendin more time, as a Thug on the Line
Did the crime so I’m doin the time
[Chorus]
Tomorrow mornin, I’m scheduled for the court room
Voices in my head sayin, «Nigga, what you gon’ do?»
No soon, I be ridin that big blue bus
Chained up with the killas and the thugs
Tossed all night in my bunk, waitin for the judge to send me up
I knew just what it was when I got cuffed
That that would be the last time I would see the sun
First I picture myself in jail, that vision wack
Then I picture myself rollin my Cadillac
Bounce, bounce, side to side, hittin switches
Pullin off on them b**ches, just tryna’ get it
But then I flash back ’cause my cell door slam
Now I got to go see the man, damn
Now we bailin down the hallway
Niggas yellin, «keep it real,» nigga always, always
[Chorus]

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B Your Boy Lyrics — Voom — слова, текст песни

I see you stay and just go crazy girl,
I just wanna tell you how I feel about you girl.
‘Cause you don’t even have a clue,
That my whole world revolves around you.
I wanna be your boy,
I wanna be your boy so bad,
I wanna be your boy,
And you could be my girl,
‘Cause I’ll make you feel so good if you’ll be my girl.
I see you stay and just go crazy girl,
I just wanna tell you how I feel about you girl.
And you don’t even have a clue,
That my whole world revolves around you.
I wanna be your boy,
I wanna be your boy so bad,
I wanna be your boy,
And you could be my girl,
‘Cause I’ll make you feel so good if you’ll be my girl.
My whole world revolves around you girl (x6)
My whole world revolves around you (x6

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Behind the Walls Lyrics — Kurupt f/ Nate Dogg — слова, текст песни

[Kurupt]
Burn so crooked (crooked)
The Poet likes to spit (spit)
Kareem, that’s my dogg
Life, behind the walls
Nigga life, behind the walls
Yeah, welcome to +Oz+ niggaz, surprise niggaz
Keep ya head right, keep ya game tight
Ya might not make it through the night (hold up)
This ain’t nothin but war in here
We overpacked in here, you put more in here?
‘Bout to rain like snow and let it all go
Father Ray, to cut (mmm)
I’m gon’ need all the friends I could get
cause I’m through with this sh*t
Hit up Tim(?), yeah
Tell me something good mayn
Cause I’m so discombobulated being out the hood
I don’t know if it’s a bad or a good thang
Missin Cadillacs switches in the wood grain
Don’t touch on my matress, it ain’t cool
Simon on the yard straight trippin on fools
C-O so crooked (crooked)
Come equipped when the shank sticks
[1 — Kurupt]
Yeah, that’s my dogg
Life, behind the walls
Life, behind the walls
Suckers — welcome to +Oz+ niggaz, surprise niggaz
[2 — Nate Dogg]
West coast representin for all my doggs
One love to my doggs behind the walls
Nate Dogg and I’m tight for all of y’all
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall
West coast representin for all my doggs
One love to my doggs behind the walls
Nate Dogg and I’m tight for all of y’all
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall
[Kurupt]
Quick to get ticked off
Every other day, take this witcha (witcha)
The politics stretched out, we all stressed out
Do your thang and I’ma do my thang
We up in the zoo, headed-quarter (??) to the West wang
Oh you servin up somethin? Well you gotta kick in
It’s the politics to y’all politicians
Kicked in — shank stick in
Only God dump; inmates gets stuck
I’m smokin on a hump, hollin at her
A fool walked up, talking ’bout the phone
Phone check huh? I miss my pump
It ain’t no thang even though he’s holdin boulders
I’ma still squabble this fool from the shoulders
If I win or lose the respect that counts
Be the first take off (??) P.C. out
The guard so crooked (crooked)
Come equipped when the shank sticks
[Repeat 1]
[Nate Dogg]
Well I’ve arrived at my new home, cell three
I looked around and what did I see?
One of them clowns one of my enemies
Gotta stay down so I make me some weed
It’s goin down in the mornin on me
Soon as they say «Hey line up,» let’s leave
Right now the nigga just as safe as can be
But when we hit the kitchen maaan sleep
Nate Dogg and I’m tight for all of y’all
When you wanna make a hit, give me a call
West coast representin for all my doggs
One love to my doggs behind the walls
Nate Dogg and I’m tight for all of y’all
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall
West coast representin for all my doggs
One love to my doggs behind the walls
[Kurupt]
Huhh, in here — we work out, re-utilize time
Findin somethin in ourselves to find
I make you go see, Sister Peter Marie
I’m the jaw tapper, I’ma be a G in here like Antonio Nappa
Doctor Gloria fix ya up completely
I just might stick myself (aahh) so she can feel on me
Watch out boy (boy!) It’s comin fast (fast)
White lightning’s ’bout to strike
It don’t matter who up in here boy (boy!)
There’s sixteen inmates just like him
Violent as a Viking; systematic, terrible, tragic
Tragic, drastic, spasmatic, casualties growin like cancer
I’m all outta breath like a nigga asthmatic
with asthma, here’s the perfect answer
And also here’s ya last chance to just
try to make it over the wall (the wall)
The inmates are so crooked (crooked)
Come equipped when the shank sticks
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2]
[Kurupt]
Yeah, so crooked, c’mon, come equiped when the shank sticks
Yeah, that’s my dogg, (Dogg Pound)
Life behind the walls (it’s like that)
Spending life behind the walls
Welcome to +Oz+
Life behind the walls
Life behind the walls
Life behind the walls
Life behind the walls

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Can I Live Lyrics — Cypress Hill — слова, текст песни

[Intro:]
Can I make money motherf**ker? (Yeah)
Is that alright wit’chu? (No doubt)
Can I travel? (Word, Skull & Bones)
Can I have a nice motherf**kin car? (Hell yeah)
Thank you (KnowhatI’msayin)
[Hook]
Can I live? (Yeah)
Can I live — can I live?
Can I live — can I live? (Yeah)
Can I live — can I live?
Can I liiivve?
[B Real]
Can I live, who willin to give me applause?
Half note, gotta get mine and open the doors
I want a FAT crib, on the hill, after my cause
I need a fine woman, cuz I ain’t f**kin wit yours
Can I live? I wanna take care of my fam
All the haters can’t bait us, they don’t know who I am
You gonna learn soon baby, when my heat’ll expand
When I slay suckers everytime, I foil the plan
Can I live? Why not? I’m makin it hot
Like the rubber gets when I start rockin the spot
DAMN! She gotta have it in the parkin lot
Better come get her cuz she’s still in my knot
Can I live? Get your hand out of my pockets
I’m buck-nutty, tear your arms out of the sockets
People wanna talk no matter how much I rock it
Pull my di*k out, run about for niggas who jock it
Can I live? — Can I live? <--[4x] [Hook] [Sen-Dog] Can I live? Livin life under the scope Tryin to hang with the leader, let me give you a rope All them Mexicali niggas always lookin for hope After one turns, b**ch-niggas learn not to coke Can I live without any battles to face? Hell no, I gotta war when there's paper to chase The story for the glory's never without a race I'm like an animal huntin blood, I need a taste Can I live? Critics never leave me alone In my hood, I was always taught to go for the dome I'm the Dog never show you where I bury my bones Take your title then I leave your ass without a throne Can I live, how come you don't show me your love? Gotta catch yo' ass slippin like I'm wearin a glove Suckers wanna push me and I'll give 'em a shove Cuz busters always act brave up in the club [BR] Can I live -- Can I live? <--[4x] [Hook] Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na [B Real] Can I live? I know you won't give me the freedom Cuz your kids coem, but you don't want me to lead 'em When I spit words for refrain people will heed 'em Wanna find ways to shut me up and get me to eat 'em [Sen-Dog] Can I live, is it an impossible mission? I break it down for all those who ain't seein my vision All you suckers gotta live with, every descision You a train wreck, comin up on the collision [B Real] Can I live? Basically I'm tired of thangs You wanna walk around talkin, tryna f**k up my name But when the scandal comes though you can't handle the shame When you see me, know your thinkin how to explain [Sen-Dog] Can I live? I bring yo' ass over the hump We tryna get money so we can be livin like Trump You can't slap that cuz you fall into a slump Don't test me I still got my "Hand on the Pump!!" [Hook] 2x {*second hook w/ B Real in background*} Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na Na-na-na -- Na-na-na [Repeat]

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Land of Oz Lyrics — Snoop Dogg — слова, текст песни

Oooh! Aoww! Well alright ch’all
Snoopy, tell ’em where they at
(In the Land of Oz..)
[Snoop Dogg]
In the land of the get killed quick
Some niggaz turn b**ch
Dig this, new fish, old twist
The way they turned a young nigga out,
had him suckin di*k (damn!)
He gangbang and slang ‘caine on the streets
with a gang of bad b**ches by his feet
But now, that he’s, locked away
he can’t get no love on visiting today
Holla holla, pop yo’ collar
sh*t a nigga just tryin to get a wet forty dollars
to get a cup of soup and some woop woop
Much love O.G. Big Snoop
I sent a nigga a package, on Monday
I got a G comin at’cha on Sunday
One way, to do it, and that’s the G way
I’m hittin switches for ya homey on the freeway
[Chorus One]
I know you caught a hot one (hot one)
Now I’m blastin with my shotgun
I know that stress seems kind of scary..
Put a dub on my commisary, up on my commisary
[Snoop Dogg — as inmate]
Nigga quit trippin; why you flossin hittin switches?
You need to send some flicks of some b**ches (aoww)
They got a nigga workin in the kitchen
Sendin young writers on a mission
I’m in and out the hole, way out of control
But sh*t homey, you know real dubs gon’ roll
You know Gusto? That’s how he got on parole
but when we catch him, you know we get the stole on
I got that package, but I’ma need a little mo’
Check on my momma, my kids and my little hoe
Don’t even sweat it, better yet forget it
Cause I know fo’ sho’ somebody gon’ get it
[Chorus Two]
I know you locked up in the cage room
(I know my nigga, god damn mayne)
And you ain’t comin home, any time soon
(Still I’ma keep it real and write you, y’knahmsayin)
All my life been runnin from the fuzz.. (cops)
Fresh meat! (Nigga) Welcome to the Land of Oz..
(In the Land of Oz..)
[Snoop Dogg]
Couldn’t imagine what you go through e’rynight
You gotta squab with the brown black and the white
Turn off the lights and a nigga might get stuck
It’s f**ked up, at least one of us lucked up
I keep it crooked seven days a week
You wanna get married? I got a little freak
that’ll do what I tell her to do, it’s on the house homey
I owe you one, I’ll throw you two
I know life is hard in Oz
I try to ease your pain with money cars and broads
What would you do if you was me and I was you?
My real motherf**kers know what they gon’ do
Keep it true, so that’s what I’ma do
Snoopy D-O-double, or just Big Snoop
Doin my thang for y’all, slangin doggs
Brangin broads — who else gon’ bang for y’all?
[Chorus One]
.. welcome to the Land of Oz.. [repeat to fade]

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Can’t Wait Lyrics — Devin the Dude — слова, текст песни

[Chorus]
I can’t wait ’til you get out my brotha
It’s hard to put it in a letter and say
But I’ll be here when you get out my brotha
And do my best to help you live in better days
What’s up man
I don’t know if this letter’s gonna reach ya before I try to come see ya
I’m not too busy but things been kinda happenin for me
I been meetin new people, my nigga, and some of ’em love me
On the road, toatin my fiddle, in the middle of June
I took a lot a pictures, I’m gonna develop ’em soon
Family is cool, I talk to mama, she chillin
But until you get out bro’, you know how we feelin
Here in the free world, it seems a much better place
But I tell you one thing man, it ain’t that safe
sh*t be happenin for a reason but I don’t ask why
Some niggas get shot, some go to jail and some die
But if you wonderin do I miss ya, then ya know I got to tell ya, yeah
And if you was wonderin will I be waitin for you when you get here, yeah
[Chorus]
Some like twins more than friends, I couldn’t picture me without ya
Don’t know what to say when niggas from back in the day ask about ya
They ain’t forgot ya and I think about the past I remember
Us break dancin for lunch money, breakin in sh*t for dinner
I tried to write once in a while, I don’t know where to start
Thinkin about how the system tore us apart
But you got a good heart and better days are yet to come
So when they let ‘cha go we gon’ make sure that you get you some
Tell them brothas ‘stay up’ that’s with you in the pen
And wish me luck on this race, chunk you a few if I win
But you’ll be out by then, we’ll be able to help each other
God bless, I love ya, and brotha
If you was wonderin do I miss ya then you know I got to tell ya, yeah
And if you was wonderin will I be waitin for ya when ya get here, yeah
[Chorus]

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Ain’t No Sunshine Lyrics — East Side Cult — слова, текст песни

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
And I know, I know…
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
When she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away

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Rockin’ The Suburbs Lyrics — Ben Folds featuring William Shatner — слова, текст песни

Let me tell y’all what it’s like
Watching idol on a friday night
In a house built safe and sound
On indian burial ground
Sham On
We drive our cars everyday
To and from work both ways
So we make just enough to pay
To drive our cars to work each day
We’re rocking the suburbs
Around the block just one more time
We’re rocking the suburbs
Cause I can’t tell which house is mine
We’re rocking the suburbs
We part the shades and face facts
They got better looking Fescue
Right across the cul de sac
Hotwheels take rising stars
Get rich quick seminars
Soap opera magazines
40,000 watt nativity scenes
Don’t freak about the smoke alarm
Mom left the TV dinner on
Yet we’re rocking the suburbs
From family feud to Chevy Chase
We’re rocking the suburbs
We numb the muscles in our face
We’re rocking the suburbs
Feed the dog and mow the lawn
Watching mommy balance the checks
While daddy juggles credit cards
Hi, sorry to bother you
The name’s Bill
I live just across the street
Yeah that’s right over there
No, no not that house, the one next to it with the extra flower bed
Oh, and here’s all your papers from the last few days, they were just piling up on the driveway where the…whole neighborhood could see them
Not that that’s a problem of course
But that and the grass being a little overgrown
Might give someone the impression that you Were out of town
And you wouldn’t want that
I’ve got to be going shortly to a little
class I’ve been attending I just…
No, no, no, no not pottery or anything like that it’s uh…
An ANGER MANAGEMENT class
Actually,
and speaking of that very class
They’ve been emphasising finding some common ground
With people before you confront them
to avoid becoming violent, you know?
Well actually we do have a few things in common
Here could you take these papers
They’re getting my suit wet
and as I was saying
we do live on the same cul-de-sac
That’s common ground
and I believe we actually have the same house plan, except the reverse, your garage is on the left and mine’s on the…
No, it wasn’t me that dialled 911 at 6:31pm Wednesday about your son’s noisy rock band
anyway it’s about your dog
And of course about our garbage
And the neighbor’s garbage can
No, I’m sorry it is your dog
Who’s been strewing garbage around the block
And I have digital evidence
Complete with red eye reduction
which I will e-mail to you
to prove that it is in fact your dog
Now, I should warn you that I have a black belt in in karate too
and I’m certainly don’t mind using it if necessary
No, not on you man
ON…YOUR…STINKING…DOG
We’re rocking the suburbs
Everything we need is here
We’re rocking the suburbs
But it wasn’t here last year
We’re rocking the suburbs
You’ll never know when we are gone
Because the timer lights come on
And turn the cricket noises on each night
Yeah, yeah, we’re rocking the suburbs
Yeah, yeah, we’re rocking the suburbs

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Still (Reprise) Lyrics — Ben Folds — слова, текст песни

Still (Reprise)
I must give the impression
that I have the answers for everything.
you were so disappointed
to see me unravel so easily.
It’s only change
only everything I know
even the things
that seem still are still changing.
La da la da la da da da da da la da la da da la da da da
La da la da la da da da da da la da la da da la da da da
mother misses her baby
but I only wanted to be me
she changed address and haircuts
and boyfriends and light bulbs it’s easy
but it’s only change
only everything I know
even the things
that seem still are still changing
La da la da la da da da da da la da la da da la da da da
La da la da la da da da da da la da la da da la da da da
I stay focused on details
it keeps me from feeling the big things
but watch the microscope long enough
things that seem still are still changing
La da la da la da da da da da la da la da da la da da da
La da la da la da da da da da la da la da da la da da da
even the things that seem still are still changing
even the things that seem still are still
even the things that seem still are still changing
even the things that seem still are still changing
La da la da la da da da da da la da la da da la da da da
La da la da la da da da da da la da la da da la da da da

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Wonderful World of Aloha Lyrics — Nathan Aweau — слова, текст песни

( Jack DeMellow )
The wonderful world of aloha is not just a fanciful dream
One wish and magic enfolds you, come with me
The wonderful world of aloha is waiting to welcome you home
One wish and happiness holds you, come with me (come with me)
Follow your heart cross the horizon
Follow your heart, follow your heart
Fly on the wings of a trade wind to our golden land by the sea
You’ll find a world that will capture you, enrapture you, so
Come with me, fly with me
To the wonderful world, to the wonderful, wonderful world
Of aloha, aloha, aloha

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Lost In The Supermarket Lyrics — Ben Folds — слова, текст песни

Lost In The Supermarket
I’m all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality
I wasn’t born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That’s how it’s been all around me
I’m all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality
I’m all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I’ve got my giant hit discotech album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free
The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Making noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely
I’m all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality
I’m all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality
(I’m all lost)
I’m all lost in the supermarket
(I’m all lost)
I can no longer shop happily
(I’m all lost)
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality

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Still Lyrics — Ben Folds — слова, текст песни

Still
I must give the impression
That I have the answers for everything
You were so disappointed
To see me unravel so easily
It’s only change
It’s only everything I know
It’s only change, and I’m only changing
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
You want something that’s constant
and I only wanted to be me
but watch even the stars above
things that seem still are still changing
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada
Lada lada ladadadadada lada ladadadadadada

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Heist Lyrics — Ben Folds — слова, текст песни

Heist
You don’t stop…
Follow me into the great unknown
Where pink flamingos grow
Diet soda flows
and what you take magically regenerates
on supermarket shelves
the ovens clean themselves
you don’t pay the tab ’til the last drop
So we all ride for nothing
Cuz this train never stops
Da da da da da da da da da da…
We make a good team,
me and you, we do
You could scratch my back
And I’ll scratch my back too
When Everyone is welcome at the party, yeah
People more is more
Ah we all want more
you don’t pay the tab ’til the last drop
So we all ride for nothing
Cuz this train never stops
Da da da da da da da da da da…
You don’t stop
you don’t pay the tab ’til the last drop
So we all ride for nothing
Cuz this train never stops
Da da da da da da da da da da…

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Family Of Me Lyrics — Ben Folds — слова, текст песни

Family of Me
How great I am
Gotta tell myself, yeah
I’m the man
Looks grim right now
but pretty soon we’ll be laughing about it
Ooh, and it’s alright
Yeah it is, I swear you’ll see
(it’s not really)
Yeah it’s alright
Cuz I’ve always got my family of me
It’s not a first
(might be the last)
Yeah I’m sure I
must have been through worse, but
Ooh, it’s alright
Got a paddle and a creek
Yeah and it’s alright
Cuz I’ve always got my family of me

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He’eia Lyrics — Hapa — слова, текст песни

Aia i He‘eia la,
I ka nalu e he‘e ana.
He‘e ana i ka muku la,
Ho‘i ana i ka lala.
A na‘u i kikaha la,
‘Oia ‘ae kai.
A he kuhihewa ko]u la,
Aia i ka poli.
Ha‘ina mai ka puana la,
O Halala i ka nuku manu.
Translation:
There at He‘eia,
On the wave surfing.
Surfing in the crest,
Going out on the backwash.
When I maneuver,
(I reach) the water’s edge.
I mistook a person,
For someone else,
There on my bosom.
Tell the story,
Of Halala of the bird-beak.

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Hana No Ka Oi Lyrics — Leokane Pryor — слова, текст песни

`O Hana no e ka `oi
Ka home o na ali`i
E ku`u `a^ina ha^nau eia la
`O Hana no e ka `oi
Maui no e ka `oi
E ku`u lei lokelani
Ua `ako nei `ia no `oe
E ku`u pua `ala onaona la
`O Hana no e ka `oi
Hana no e ka `oi
He pu`u kau mai i luna
I lalo nei `o Ka`uiki
He ala nui ki^ke`eke`e la
`O Hana no e ka `oi
Maui no e ka `oi
Ha`ina mai ka puana
E ku`u lei lokelani
E ku`u `a^ina ha^nau eia la
`O Hana no e ka `oi
Hana no e ka `oi
Malama
E ku`u `a^ina
Translation:
Hana is the best
Home of the chiefs
Land of my birth
Hana is the best of
Maui, the best of the islands
My rose wreath
Fashioned for you
My flowers, so fragrant
Hana is the best of
Maui, the best of the islands
The hill above
Ka`uiki, and below
The winding road
Hana is the best of
Maui, the best of the islands
Tell the refrain
My rose wreath
Land of my birth
Hana is the best of
Maui, the best of the islands
Take care
Of my land

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Roundabout Lyrics — Yes — слова, текст песни

I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
And change the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley
The music dance and sing
They make the children really ring
I’ll spend the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley
In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see you
Ten true summers we’ll be there and laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be there with you
I will remember you
Your silhouette will charge the view
Of distance atmosphere
Call it morning driving thru the sound and even in the valley
In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see you
Ten true summers we’ll be there and laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be there with you
Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching down on the land
Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees the rim of the land
The eagles dancing wings create as weather spins out of hand
Go closer hold the land feel partly no more than grains of sand
We stand to lose all time a thousand answers by in our hand
Next to your deeper fears we stand
Surrounded by a millions years
I’ll be the round about
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
I’ll be the round about
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
I’ll be the round about
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
And change the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley
In and around the lake
Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there
One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see you
Ten true summers we’ll be there and laughing too
Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be there with you

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No Matter What Lyrics — Badfinger — слова, текст песни

No matter what you are
I will always be with you
Doesn’t matter what you do girl, oh girl with you
No matter what you do
I will always be around
Won’t you tell me what you found girl, oh girl won’t you
Knock down the old brick wall, and be a part of it all
Nothing to say, nothing to see, nothing to do
If you would give me all, as I would give it to you
Nothing would be, nothing would be, nothing would be
No matter where you go
There will always be a place
Can’t you see in my face girl, oh girl don’t you
Knock down the old brick wall, and be a part of it all
Nothing to say, nothing to see, nothing to do
If you would give me all, as I would give it to you
Nothing would be, nothing would be, nothing would be
No matter what you are
I will always be with you
Doesn’t matter what you do girl, oh girl want you
Oh girl, you girl, want you
Oh girl, you girl, want you

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Take It Easy Lyrics — The Eagles — слова, текст песни

Well, I’m running down the road
tryin’ to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on
my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she’s a friend of mine
Take It easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
don’t even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy
Well, I’m a standing on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
and such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin’ down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me
We may lose and we may win though
we will never be here again
so open up, I’m climbin’ in,
so take it easy
Well I’m running down the road trying to loosen
my load, got a world of trouble on my mind
lookin’ for a lover who won’t blow my
cover, she’s so hard to find
Take it easy, take it easy
don’t let the sound of your own
wheels make you crazy
come on baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me, oh oh oh
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy

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Long Train Runnin’ Lyrics — The Doobie Brothers — слова, текст песни

Gather round a corner, half a mile from here
See those long trains runnin and watch them disappear
CHORUS:
Without love, where would you be (right) now
Without love
Know I saw Mrs. Lucy down along the tracks
She lost her home and her family and she won’t be comin’ back
CHORUS
Got the Illinois Central and the Southern Central Freight
Got to keep on pushin’ mama, you know they’re runnin’ late
CHORUS
REPEAT THIRD VERSE
CHORUS
Well pistons keep on turnin and wheels go round and round
And steel rail black cold and hard and the miles as they go down
CHORUS
Oh, where would you be now?

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I’d Love to Change the World Lyrics — Ten Years After — слова, текст песни

Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity
Tax the rich, feed the poor
Till there are no rich no more?
I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money, Monopoly
I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you
World pollution, there’s no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black and white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war
I’d love to change the world
But I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you

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Won’t Get Fooled Again Lyrics — The Who — слова, текст песни

We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that’s all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain’t changed
‘Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
No, no!
I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
There’s nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
No, no!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

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Do You Know What I Mean Lyrics — Lee Michaels — слова, текст песни

Been forty days since I don’t know when
I just saw her with my best friend
Do you know what I mean?
Do you know, know what I mean?
I just saw her yesterday
I just saw her, asked her to stay
Do you know what I mean?
Lord, Do you know what I mean?
Her and Bobby were steppin out
Her and Bobby didn’t know I found out
Do you know what I mean?
Do you know, know what I mean?
So I asked her if she still cared
She didn’t hear me, she just stared
Do you know what I mean?
Lord, Do you know what I mean?
And then she said
Lee you haven’t loved me in nearly four years
You haven’t noticed that I held back my tears
And now you have, but it’s really too late
Better find yourself another girl
Better find another girl
Better find uh, another place
She just left me yesterday
She just left me, had nothing to say
Do you know what I mean?
Oh, do you know what I mean?
She’s a dandy, yes indeed
She’s a dandy, but now she’s free
Do you know what I mean?
Lord, do you know what I mean?
Been forty days since I don’t know when
I just saw her with my best friend
Do you know what I mean?
Lord, do you know what I mean?
I just saw her yesterday
I just saw her, learn how to stay
Do you know what I mean?
Lord, Do you know what I mean?
Yeah, here comes it now..
Hoooo, help.. me

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Dancin’ in the Moonlight Lyrics — King Harvest — слова, текст песни

We get it on most every night
When that old moon gets so big and bright
It’s a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancin’ in the moonlight
Everybody here is out of sight
They don’t bark, and they don’t bite
They keep things loose, they keep things light
Everybody was dancin’ in the moonlight
Dancin’ in the moonlight
Everybody’s feelin’ warm and right
It’s such a fine and natural sight
Everybody’s dancin’ in the moonlight
We like our fun and we never fight
You can’t dance and stay uptight
It’s a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancin’ in the moonlight
Dancin’ in the moonlight
Everybody’s feelin’ warm and right
It’s such a fine and natural sight
Everybody’s dancin’ in the moonlight
[break]
Everybody here is out of sight
They don’t bark, and they don’t bite
They keep things loose, they keep things light
Everybody was dancin’ in the moonlight
Dancin’ in the moonlight
Everybody’s feelin’ warm and right
It’s such a fine and natural sight
Everybody’s dancin’ in the moonlight
Dancin’ in the moonlight
Everybody’s feelin’ warm and right
It’s such a fine and natural sight
Everybody’s dancin’ in the moonlight
Dancin’ in the moonlight
Everybody’s feelin’ warm and right
It’s such a fine and natural sight
Everybody’s dancin’ in the moonlight

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Do It Again Lyrics — Steely Dan — слова, текст песни

In the mornin you go gunnin’
For the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin’
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn’t hangin’
And they put you on the street
CHORUS:
You go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin’ ’round and ’round
You go back Jack do it again
When you know she’s no high climber
Then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer
And you’re sure you’re near the end
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she’s smilin’
You’ll be on your knees tomorrow
CHORUS
Now you swear and kick and beg us
That you’re not a gamblin’ man
Then you find you’re back in Vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money
So you hide them when you’re able
In the land of milk and honey
You must put them on the table
CHORUS

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