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Rita Ora — Let You Love Me слова | Rita Ora — Let You Love Me текст

I should’ve stayed with you last night
Instead of going out to find trouble
That’s just trouble (yeah)
I think I run away sometimes
Whenever I get too vulnerable
That’s not your fault (yeah)

See I wanna stay the whole night
I wanna lay with you till the sun’s up
I wanna let you inside
Oh, heaven knows I’ve tried

I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me
I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me
Say what’s the matter, what’s the matter with me?
What’s the matter with me?
Oh, I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me now
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I

And every time it gets too real
And every time I feel like sabotaging
I start running again
And every time I push away
I really wanna say that I’m sorry (yeah)
But I say nothing (yeah)

See I wanna stay the whole night
I wanna lay with you till the sun’s up
I wanna let you inside
Oh, heaven knows I’ve tried

I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me
I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me
Say what’s the matter, what’s the matter with me?
What’s the matter with me?
Oh, I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me now
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I

(I wanna) stay with you till the morning
(I wanna) lay with you through the sunrise
(I wanna) show you that you’re my only
(I wanna lay with you till the sun’s up)
(I wanna) stay with you till the morning
(I wanna) lay with you through the sunrise, through the sunrise
Oh, heaven knows I’ve tried

I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me
I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me
Say what’s the matter, what’s the matter with me?
What’s the matter with me?
Oh, I wish that I could I let you love
Oh, I wish that I could I let you love me
Say what’s the matter, what’s the matter with me?
What’s the matter with me?
Oh, I wish that I could I let you love
Wish that I could let you love me now
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I

 
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Mine, Mine, Mine Lyrics — Montell Jordan — слова, текст песни

Hey baby
I like it when you’re next to me
With that body horizontally
Your pretty legs comfortable in my bed
In your lingerie with my pillow under your head
And honey
I like you cuz you trust in me
Just so glad to have you on my team
So I’ll keep it real with you
Girl I’m feelin’ you, layin’ here
[1] — Layin’ next to you at night
Kissin’ and holdin’ you tight
All of these things I like
Girl you are mine, mine, mine
You got a lot of sex appeal
I love the way you make me feel
And what I feel is real
Girl you’re one of a kind
Hey lady
You know just how to treat your man
So I will always be your biggest fan
I’ll tell it all over the world, you’re my closest friend
Much more than my girl, would ya
Stay with me and you just might see
Some kind of jewelry
That I know you’ve been waiting on
Baby you’re the reason all my other girls are gone
What we share is so beautiful
And I think I might just spend my life waking up next to you
[Repeat 1]
Yo (all of these things I like)
Turn around girl, oh (mine, mine, mine)
Layin’ next to you (got a lot of sex appeal)
Just feels so right shorty
I like that (mine, mine, mine)
[Repeat 1 to fade]

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I’m Sorry Lyrics — 3rd Storee — слова, текст песни

I know I said it, I know I did it
Maybe I went overboard to prove a point
But sometimes my pride gets in the way
Maybe I need some time away to get my head together,
Yeah, yeah
Maybe this was my last chance
(I may never)
I may never get to hold your hands again
I can say that I’m a better man
I’m sorry
(Because you made me understand)
I’m so sorry that I tore your heart apart last night
(And I’m sorry)
And I’m sorry if I scarred you again today
(I didn’t mean to take your dreams)
I didn’t mean to take your dreams and make them seem so trite
(I sincerely)
I sincerely (Oh), completely (Yeah)
Apologize for doin’ what I did
Everything you taught me and everything you showed me
It never seemed that I would listen to anything
But you’ve got my attention more than you know
I take it in, I dealt with it,
But I waited too late to use it, oh…oh…
Maybe this was my last chance
(I never)
I may never get to hold your hands again
(I can say)
I can say that I’m a better man
I’m sorry
(Because you made me understand)
I’m so sorry that I tore your heart apart last night
(I’m so sorry)
And I’m sorry if I scarred you again today
(I didn’t to mean to hurt your heart)
I didn’t mean to take your dreams
(Oh…yeah)
And make them seem so trite
(I sincerely)
I sincerely
(Completely)
completely apologize for doin’ what I did
I’ve never ever been so
(Shameful for what I did)
You made me know
(But you made me know one thing)
(That I shoulda never did)
If you never take me back again
(I never, never wanted)
I never wanted to burn this bridge
(If I could do it)
Do it
(All over)
All over
(Again)
Again
I’ll never mishandle you ever again
I’m so sorry that I tore your heart apart last night
(I’m so sorry)
And I’m sorry if I scarred you again today
(I’ll never, never, never, never do it again)
I didn’t mean to take your dreams
And make them seem so trite
(Make you seem so, oh)
I sincerely
(I sincerely)
Completely
(Completely)
Apologize for doin’ what I did
(Ho…)
I’m so sorry that I tore your heart apart last night
(That I tore your heart)
And I’m sorry if I (That I tire you apart) scarred you
Again today (I didn’t mean what I said)
I didn’t mean to take your
(I didn’t mean what I did)
Dreams and make them seem so trite (Baby)
I sincerely (Baby), completely (Baby) apologize (Baby)
For doin’ what I did (Oh…oh…oh…)
I’m so sorry that I tore your heart apart last night
(I can’t say it no better, I’m sorry)
And I’m sorry (I’m sorry) if I scarred you (Sorry)
Again today (What do you want me to do)
I didn’t mean to (If I could do it all over again)
Take your dreams and make them seem so trite
(I would try to make you understand)
I sincerely (That I’m a better man), completely
(I’m a better man)
Apologize for doin’ what I did
(A better man for you, baby)
[Thanks to cj0318@hotmail.com]

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The World Is Yours Lyrics — Macy Gray & Slick Rick — слова, текст песни

{*in quotes is children singing}
«Hey young world»
[SR] Check 1-2, check 1-2
«Hey young world»
[SR] Check 1-2, check 1-2
«Hey young world, young world»
«Young world, young world»
[Macy Gray]
This track here may cause concern
For all the leaders- Why don’t you listen and learn
To love this happiness, once we’re strong
But to (society) even that’s (turned wrong)
Whhhhyyyyyyyyyy!!
Are we dumb-dummie and disrespect mommie and
Whhhhyyyyyyyyyy!!
She put you on earth and loved you since birth and you
[Chorus]
«Hey young world»
[MG] The world is yours
«Hey young world»
[MG] The world is yours
«Young world, young world»
[MG] The world is yours
«Young world, young world»
[SR] Young world, young wo-ah-ah-rld
[Macy Gray]
The world is a brainwashed kid (kid…) run wild
Young little girls, already have a child
Bad company and now you’ve been framed (been framed)
Parents are hurtin, so hurted and ashamed
Whhhhyyyyyyyyy!!
Hey little kids don’t follow these adults
Whhhhyyyyyyyyy!!
Don’t be a fool, like those who ditch school, it’s yours
[Chorus]
[Mary Gray]
Hear that, hear that, accomplish things
You’ll see your under, and the trouble life brings
To my teens, and all my youth
Get on the limited and hold rocks too
Listen, be strong and scream Whoopie-woo!! {*pause*}
Go for yours cuz dreams come true
You’ll make your moomy so proud of you to and
This is the message at the ruler Rick’s school
[Slick Rick]
Elders seen our wise ones grown
Interest in what the kid learned ’bout
Seen how the old spring turned out
«Whaa-aa-aa-aaahh» Mmmm-mm-mm
Knowin you can know safeguard self
Put upon an exciting path
You’ll see a mans pride they’ll have
[Chorus]
[Slick Rick]
Don’t discipline, lose soundly
Kids that we have lose boundaries
Grow into whats called curserates
Like in-de-pen-dence, words case
Inprisonment death, therefore
NOT what we brought kids here for
Morales and values of sort
Should be the first thing in store
[Macy Gray]
Believe it or not, God still shines on you
He guides you and, he watched you as you grew
Stay out of trouble, when it comes in sight
Cuz a man never loses a fight in God’s sig-i-ight!!!
[Chorus to fade]

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Party & Bullshit Lyrics — Method Man & T.R. — слова, текст песни

(Funky! Stand off..)
[Method Man]
Oh sh*t, 3-2-1, blown to bits
Step inside the nightclub like I own the b**ch
Southpaw two left feet set to trip
on that bullsh*t, back it up with extra clip
Man listen, p**sin in the same pot I’m p**sin
You’re goin down, get in that plane crash position
Turbulence ahead, boy you must be sick in the head
Go get Excederin, or get intelligent
Recognize a veteran, player stay wetter than
the thug type, up mo’ late nights than Letterman
Ask Teddy, Wreckx-n-Effect I’m ready
The same way I was in that bar scene in «Belly»
(Say what?) I freak the flow that let you know I’m a flower
Yo’ ass is grass and I’m a lawn mower
So uhh, go ahead pass the doja
It’s the return of Tical, party over
[Chorus: Meth & T.R.]
Y’all niggaz wanna get down? (f**k with me)
Y’all still wanna be round? (f**k with me)
Y’all really want the street now? (f**k with me)
Y’all niggaz gon’ see now (party and bullsh*t)
Y’all niggaz wanna get down? (f**k with me)
Y’all still wanna be round? (f**k with me)
Y’all really want the streets now? (f**k with me)
Y’all niggaz gon’ see now (f**k with..)
[T.R.]
You chicks, bounce to the music
Shake that ass like you bout to use it
Wanna f**k with a baller? You choose
Wanna f**k with a scrub? You lose
f**k that, let’s keep it movin
Talk about how this beat got you groovin
Nod your head, make you shake your dreads
Bass travel down the spine, get stuck in your legs
Dance ’til you rip the soles off your Timbs
sh*t — knock the chrome straight off your rims
Hit — after hit, well get who you wanna get
Ain’t nobody really f**kin with us
Haters try to tell me I’ma suffer for this
Hatin on me cause I mastered this
You asked for this, come here and get a glass of this
.. party and bullsh*t
[Chorus: T.R.]
Y’all niggaz wanna get down? (f**k with me)
Y’all still wanna be round? (f**k with me)
Y’all really want the street now? (f**k with me)
Y’all niggaz gon’ see now (party and bullsh*t)
Y’all niggaz wanna get down? (f**k with me)
Y’all still wanna be round? (f**k with me)
You really want the street now? (f**k with me)
Y’all niggaz gonna see now (party and bullsh*t)
[Method Man]
Yo, the whole base of this is party and bullsh*t
Y’all lil’ cats, we ain’t on no cool sh*t
Y’all lil’ dogs better learn some new tricks
And you video directors better find some new chicks
Watch this, man I got this, Hot Nikks
Mean gob spit when I talk wear galoshes
Wu-Tang Clan in the house and ain’t leavin
How my Killer Bee clique feel this evening?
Meth; guerilla serial killer for scrilla
See the God run through your block like Godzilla
Menage-a-tois for these french vanillas, I’m iller
Hard as armadillo and coat made of chinchilla
New stuff, bang this, bust this, bruise this
And ballers ain’t f**kin with Staten Isle, New York
What? Still in the game, platinum plus
Y’all might f**k with them, but y’all can’t f**k with us
[Chorus: Meth & T.R.]
Y’all niggaz wanna get down? (f**k with me)
Y’all still wanna be round? (f**k with me)
Y’all really want the street now? (f**k with me)
Y’all niggaz gon’ see now (party and bullsh*t)
Y’all niggaz wanna get down? (f**k with me)
Y’all still wanna be round? (f**k with me)
Y’all really want the streets now? (f**k with me)
Y’all niggaz gon’ see now..
[Meth] Yo T.R., what’s that sh*t you on?
(party and bullsh*t)
[T.R.] I’m not even serious, I’m doin this for fun, cause I
(party and bullsh*t)
[Meth] Yo T.R., what’s that sh*t you on?
(party and bullsh*t)
[T.R.] I’m not even serious, I’m doin this for fun, cause I
(party and bullsh*t)
[Meth] Yo T.R., what’s that sh*t you on?
(party and bullsh*t)
[T.R.] I’m not even serious, I’m doin this for fun, cause I
(party and bullsh*t)
[Meth] Yo T.R., what’s that sh*t you on?
(party and bullsh*t)
[T.R.] I’m not even serious, I’m doin this for fun, cause I
(party and bullsh*t) — what?

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Keep it Real (Tell Me) Lyrics — Musiq & Redman — слова, текст песни

[Musiq] Ayyy, motherf**ker..
[Noble] Yo, Funk Doc, my man Musiq, check it out (AOWWW!)
[Redman]
It’s the Doctor Bombay, da yellow hombre
Spotted like Kwame for smackin a blind date for scratchin my Hyundai
It’s Doc way — don’t like it, then move on
The bullsh*tter push a Yukon with bullhorns
Arguin — what the f**k we doin?
Starin eye to eye like, who the f**k we screwin?
Here take these nickel bags and deduct your doin
With Knicks I can’t ball so who snuck me Ewing?
No ice with no blue and, tires with no shoe and
Cribs with no boo in, pockets like I’m Jewish
Tight, I’m an Aries born in April
That means my attitude is I’m born to hate you
Now let’s get it gritty
I’ll doggystyle while you watching «Sex and the City»
My palms on your tittie
I’ll bomb yo’ committee, if y’all MIDI
I treat your girl like spades and walk off with the kitty
Kitty, kitty..
[Musiq]
Tell me why, when I, saw you the, other day
You spoke to me as if I was your best friend or sum’
But when today I tried to say whassup and you walked on by
You had nothin to say to me then
Now how come when I be seein, youuuu chillin
Allllll byyyyy yourself
Youuu, always actin like you know me
And act like you don’t when you’re around someone work on my nerves
Ohh tell me what is on your mind tell me, what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All youuuu, fake frontin motherf**kers
Sometimes, I can’t even understand why you’d even
bother to pass my way no
Cause, dealin with you kinda makes me wonder
exactly whereeee yeah does my time go (and noooooo, no)
I can’t believe the things that you be doin for me
Knowin in yo’ heart you don’t really mean to, nooo
Why ya, tryin to get over with yo’ shuckin and jivin
When the, only person gettin hurt is youuuu, ohhhh
What is on yo’ mind, tell me what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All youuuu, fake frontin motherf**kers
[Redman]
Nah nah nah nah girl you wrong, you wrong, no no no
Almost from the door you ain’t sh*t
I want the bracelet, the necklace, the anklet
That foot spa with the nail and toe paint kit
That half a pound I loaned your pops he ain’t flip
That itch your boyfriend keeps Gaultier sniff, y’all good together
When y’all tongue kiss y’all suckin my wood together
Fallin in love, I won’t do it; cause some of these women
THEIR CLOTHES LOOK SOOOOOO GOOD, but they act stupid
[Musiq]
Next time, that you see me, walkin down the street
Don’t even bother to speak, don’t even bother, nooo
Cause — if it ain’t genuine then ah, don’t waste my time
Cause um — I can’t deal if you can’t, keep it real
What is on yo’ mind, tell me what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All youuuu, fake frontin motherf**kers
All youuuu, fake frontin motherf**kers
All youuuu, fake frontin motherf**kers
All youuuu..
[scatting and ad libbing to fade]

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He’s Back Lyrics — Keith Murray — слова, текст песни

Yo Rock, cue me in..
We, got, that, funk
Murray’s, packed, with funk (you need to know)
We, got, the funk for yo’ ass (let’s go)
[Keith Murray]
Yo, a lot of rappers holler tough stuff, they don’t live it
When you hear me emceein I’m speakin from experience
Keynote speaker, Rock funk freaker
This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker
Now who gets weaker, not this dunn
Look I’m never shook down even when, I was on the run
I’M A REBEL! I love REBEL PEOPLE!
You’re not equal, you damn creep you
I, wake up in the morning with my game face ON
And play hard all day — WORD IS BOND
By the way whatever happened to — WORD IS BOND?
The brother Ak lied to me during RAMADAN
I’m takin no prisoners, takin no shorts
Still drink Olde E, cans 40’s and quarts
With creativity, and original thought
And a twist of fate I twist your face, don’t get caught
[Chorus: Keith Murray]
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
where the funk is at, funk dat bump that
Murray’s back with that
funk to make a person catch a heart attack (he’s baaaack!)
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know
where the funk is at, funk dat bump that
Murray’s back with that
funk to make a person catch a heart attack (you need to know)
[Keith Murray]
We, got, funk, for, y’all, stank, ass, C’MON!
Yo — here’s, what I’ma do for you
Choke you out ’til your lips and your face turn blue
OOPS! Now look what you done made me do
I, did it again — and the joke’s on you
I’m more than official reputable undisputable
lyrical phrasologist (you know how I do)
Not one of you or any combination of you
Can ever mess around (boy you know how I do)
Dialectical linguist, unlimited thinker
Descriptive mental photographer
L.O.D. and P.P.P. gets it on
We strong to cause bodily harm to King Kong
Stock lock and barrel, empty, reload whoa
This funk here, glocks up, c’mon
I’m not an R&B pop star rock’n’roller
I’m a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder
You mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat MC’s..
.. which is my favorite dish
I sailed the seven seas, pack ’em in like sardines
and eat fruit right off the stress tree
Keith kill beef like Mad Cow Disease
Spazz on me? NEGRO!
Some say I’m sarcastic, with a bad reputation
But ignore ’em, don’t listen, they Mr. Murray hatin
[Chorus]
[Keith Murray]
This is to my, negroids, spaniels and caucasoids
Even chisel-faced, hardcore, rap b-boys
With my high wire, tightrope, trampoline STYLE
Tear your ass up, with service and a SMILE
I’m the, local hero, global player
Make your grandmother get up and do the Murray rainer
Grab you goin to a death row, like an alligator
Good God, my Squad got too much flavor
Rainbow style like a pack of Now or Laters
This funk sh*t gon’ shake the equator
My, Squad, stay true to the game
We the trillest mother-effers this side of the grave
[Chorus — repeat to fade]

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You Make Me Laugh Lyrics — Christina Milian — слова, текст песни

You make me laugh, oooh, make me laugh, you make me laugh
Sticks and stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me
Make me laugh
Ever since the first day I met you
We were hanging round tight we were cool
Brought you round to everything that I do
But something told me I should watch you
Now I’m finding out the other day you been runnin’ round
Talking every word that I say to my friends
Now I feel betrayed
Now why you tryin’ to play these silly games?
Now it’s funny how it got to me
He told she and she told me
And I don’t think that you can really see
That all their loyalty belongs to me
They don’t believe a word you say
The only reason that you know ’em cause of me anyway
Why do you have so much jealousy
But no matter how you try you can’t be me
Got me thinking about
You make me laugh
All the things you’re doing, trying so hard
Just to ruin me but you can’t see
You make me laugh, cuz you’re running around
You make me laugh
You try so hard to be down
Talking ’bout me when I’m not around
But you don’t get that you make me laugh
Sticks and stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me, oooh
Sticks and stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me.
You can’t blame me for hatin’
But it’s funny how you thought you can
Let your little secrets pass by me
And try to get them not to like me
I was being good to you
Now you’re running ’round talking looking like a fool
I’d like to know what you goin’ do and now who’s laughing
Jokes been played on you
Got me thinking about
You make me laugh
All the things you’re doing, trying so hard
Just to ruin me but you can’t see
You make me laugh, cuz you’re running around
You make me laugh
You try so hard to be down
Talking ’bout me when I’m not around
But you don’t get that you make me laugh
Got me thinking about
You make me laugh
All the things you’re doing, trying so hard
Just to ruin me but you can’t see
You make me laugh, cuz you’re running around
You make me laugh
You try so hard to be down
Talking ’bout me when I’m not around
But you don’t get that you make me laugh
Ooooh, your words will never hurt me, hurt me
Sticks and stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me
No, no, no
Sticks and stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me
Your words will never hurt me, hurt me
You make me laugh
You make me laugh
Got me thinking about
You make me laugh
All the things you’re doing, trying so hard
Just to ruin me but you can’t see
You make me laugh, cuz you’re running around
You make me laugh
You try so hard to be down
Talking ’bout me when I’m not around
But you don’t get that you make me laugh
Got me thinking about
You make me laugh
All the things you’re doing, trying so hard
Just to ruin me but you can’t see
You make me laugh, cuz you’re running around
You make me laugh
You try so hard to be down
Talking ’bout me when I’m not around
But you don’t get that you make me laugh
Sticks and stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me
Hey
Sticks and stones may break my bones (oh no) your words will never hurt me
Make me laugh
Sticks and stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me
Your words will never hurt me
Sticks and stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me
Make me laugh

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Paper Trippin’ Lyrics — WC f/ Nate Dogg — слова, текст песни

[WC]
Uhh, yeah! What’s crackin y’all? Dub C
Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup Nate?
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Nigga I ain’t rich yet, I’m still stackin G’s (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain’t afraid to bust back, paper’s all I need (we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain’t rich yet, I’m still stackin G’s (yeah, yeah)
Ain’t afraid to bust back, paper’s all I need
[WC]
Check it out
What they hittin fo’? Look I’m sick of all this chattin
Bullsh*t rappin, let’s really get it a-crackin
Y’all niggaz ain’t ready fo’ a nigga that’s gettin paper
Foe scr*per, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at’cha blastin ya
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c’mon
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation
Tippin on paper trippin nia
[Chorus]
[WC]
Big beans or big wings or big screens
Befo’ y’all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll ’em
Take my handkerchief and fold ’em, y’all know the slogan
Riders don’t worry multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, f**k hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether they ready or not I’m snatchin it all
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won’t sang, transported dem thangs
f**k the pain, give me a label ain’t sh*t funny
Look I’m tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen’s money
Get the Neville’s money and blow doja with my stash on rich
And get my di*k licked by the baddest b**ch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough sh*t they ain’t got
like three-way pagers, nigga I’m paper trippin
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I need
[WC]
Testin testin, broadcastin live
All day unleaded’ll go fo’ forty-nine
No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all you nigga, toss liquor up
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain’t lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain’t ghetto enough
Shutted ’em up with the tank in the cut, I’m sweated to bust
Dub C’zy, fo’ever, gettin ’em up
Hands down I’m the motherf**kin man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants
with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
Worldwidin, ridin, collidin
Fool it’s sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin
[Chorus]
[WC]
Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous
Comin through with fingers in the air
Y’all know what time it is
[Nate] Nigga I ain’t rich yet, I’m still stackin G’s
[WC] Dem dolla dolla dollars

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How It’s Gonna Be Lyrics — Lovher — слова, текст песни

This is were im livin
who am i to tell him what he’s doin just aint right
standin on the corner
hustlin all day damn
under street light’s
and even though he’s thugin
i love him
and i want him in my life.
[chorus]
no matter what people say
im gonna love him any way
cuz he does alot for me
and that is why im gonna be
a lover,a friend,a soldjer to the end
and thats how it’s gonna be.
mother and my father dont undersatnd me
they think i messed up my life
but i dont agree
they need to mind there bisness
cuz it’s my life
and even though he’s thugin
i love him
and i want him in my life.
[chorus]
so what you sayin i can’t love him?
cuz he’s a hustler out here hustlin
i know you watin,sitin there hoppin
and 5.0 come and take him away
but even if thet do
i’ll remain true to love.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaa…
said i’ll be you’r lover,a lover,,a friend,a soldjer to the end and thats how it’s gonna be.
[chorus]2x

Смотреть видео How It’s Gonna Be Lyrics — Lovher

Mercedes Benz Lyrics — Say Yes — слова, текст песни

Back in my review, still a picture perfect you
Slow down so I can see, who my passenger should be
Lovely your style of light, bought you beauty into my sight
Knew my direction and follow the girl in the Mercedes Benz
Chorus:
Didn’t car how far she’d go, tank full, top down, come on lets roll
Had a girl she was great but I changed direction,
Cause the girl in the Benz was my destination
(Repeat)
Drove around for a little while, I guess you could say I was following her now
Pulled up to a big old house, she signaled to me to get on out
She said I know you think your slick,
but ain’t nothing’ coming near me if I don’t go near it
I guess you could imagine it now and me and the girl in the Mercedes Benz
Chorus (x 3)
Nothing against the Jags, Nothing against the Rolls
Nothing against the fords or the Chevy’s but I got to have the Benz
Nothing against the Cads, Nothing against the Lex
Don’t really matter what your running in I gotta have the girl in the Mercedes Benz
Repeat Chorus till fade
[Thanks to tigerbear_84@hotmail.com]

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Brollic Lyrics — FT (F** That) — слова, текст песни

BROLLIC — honey had tits and hips that was real
SOLID — long-ass hair, her fingernails they was
POLISHED — I asked her where she was from, she said from the
PROJECTS — some of these women’ll have you diggin in your
POCKET — lovin to throw ’em money it’s gone
FROM THE WALLET — you makin withdrawals instead of makin
A DEPOSIT — you doin it all wrong, I think you need to
STOP IT — spendin your dough to knock it, because the girl is
BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
She was BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
She was BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
BROLLIC — when I be in the streets, I be havin to
WATCH IT — niggaz be hatin they wanna run me for my
WATCHES — first I’m pullin the gat out, then I’ma have to
COCK IT — I got a bulletproof vest, you shoot me I’ma
ROCK IT — chain heavy as hell, it hurt when I
DROP IT — I might steal yo’ sh*t, front and tell you to
DROP IT — now you mad at yourself, wishin you didn’t
COP IT — you better not move if your jewels is
BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
They was BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
They was BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
BROLLIC — every day of my life, I stay gettin
POTTED — I’m always high, even if
I DON’T GOT IT — and when I’m rollin the trees, you know it’s the
BIG SOLID — cause if it ain’t the ‘dro or skunk then it’s
CHOCOLATE — and when you walk in my crib all you smell is
THE PRODUCT — .. laaaid baaack, cause it’s
THE CHRONIC — people say that it’s wrong, I say it give me
KNOWLEDGE — but niggaz get me mad when they bags ain’t
BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
Make it BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
Make it BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
Yo BROLLIC — if you lookin for me, I’m probably in the
TROPICS — b**ches shakin they ass, y’know
THEY WAS TOPLESS — all I had was hoes and sl*ts up in my
CLOSET — see me in The Source with my nigga
JOHN ROLLINS — f**k That, Tru Criminal
WE THE HOTTEST — I ain’t got ta lie to y’all
FROM QUEENS, HOLLIS — F gon’ hold this down
(?) — and I’m lettin y’all know this now
BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC
She was BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC
They was BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC
It was BROLLIC, BROLLIC, BROLLIC — uhh
F is BROLLIC..

Смотреть видео Brollic Lyrics — FT (F** That)

Blinded By The Light Lyrics — Manfred Mann’s Earth Band — слова, текст песни

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Madman drummers bummers,
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said «I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong,
play the song with the funky break»
And go-cart Mozart was checkin’ out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tired
She’s gonna make it through the night
She’s gonna make it through the night
But mama, that’s where the fun is
But mama, that’s where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye’s of the sun
But mama, that’s where the fun is
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
Says, «Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it’s funny bone,
that’s where they expect it least»
And some new-mown chaperone was standin’ in the corner,
watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin’ with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy’s within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said «I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong»

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Figadoh Lyrics — Benzino f/ Scarface & Snoop Dogg — слова, текст песни

[Snoop Dogg]
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
What what (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Figadoh)
[Benzino]
What, why? Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got b**ches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don’t you really know?
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo’, head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don’t bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah’mean
[Chorus — Benzino (Snoop)] 2x
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo’ strategy, some pimp tragedy
It’s Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo’ with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I’m, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it’s supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers ’bout that cream
We’ll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I’ll wet a nigga up
Did’ya hear me do’ (Hear me do’)
Ya feel me do’ (Feel me do’)
I’m live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don’t worry ’bout what one do
[Chorus] 2x
[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
f**k Cristal, what the Henny do?
You smoke dope and weed, blow ‘dro
You got dough and we’ve got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I’m the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin di*ks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So f**k your coupe, it’s Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin b**ches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with «Tru dat» game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn’t
But the paper was the influence and that’s what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, f**k these hoes
[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!!!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!
[Chorus — 4x] w/ changing ad libs

Смотреть видео Figadoh Lyrics — Benzino f/ Scarface & Snoop Dogg

You’ll Never Miss Me Lyrics — Terry Dexter — слова, текст песни

Oh, hey, ooh yeah
Baby I feel disrespected
Aren’t you playing with my mind, ooh?
Lately I feel so neglected
Tell me is it just a waste of my time, ooh
You’re not the same man that I fell in love with
Cause you used to bring me flowers
And do that gentle kiss on my head
When you first met me
Maybe it’s not meant to be
Cause if you don’t show me you love me
I swear I’m gonna leave
[1] — You’ll never miss me till I’m gone
And that’s when I’m gonna leave
I swear I’m gonna leave
And if you don’t show me, you love me
Baby our love’s not meant to be
Tell me what kind of woman would make sure that you’re fed
Bring your breakfast in bed, beside who? Who?
I’d made sure the apartment’s never dirty
But when you get home you don’t even kiss me, oh yeah
My friends keep telling me I should leave you alone
But I just say they don’t know you, no, no, no, ooh
But lately I feel that contradictions and I’m trying
So what do I do, oh yeah ooh?
(I don’t know just what to do)
I don’t know just what to do
Maybe I should just say goodbye to you
[Repeat 1]
You just don’t care
The way you used to
Cause when it comes to love I’m giving way more than you
Boy you better listen to what I gotta say
And show me love
Or find a girl that’s easy to play
[Repeat 1]

Смотреть видео You’ll Never Miss Me Lyrics — Terry Dexter

Can I Get a… Lyrics — Jay-Z f/ Amil-lion, Ja Rule — слова, текст песни

[Jay-Z]
What? Well f**k you… b**ch
Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah
Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it!
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Can I hit in the MORNIN
without givin you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?
If I couldn’t get you finer things
like all of them diamond rings b**ches KILL FOR
would you STILL ROLL?
If we couldn’t see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn’t DRIVIN?
If I wasn’t ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn’t flow futuristic would ya
put your two lips on my wood and kiss it — could ya
see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5
contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?
Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA
If you couldn’t see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo..
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[Jay-Z] Can I get a f**k YOU
to these b**ches from all of my niggaz
who don’t love hoes, they get no dough
[Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP
to these niggaz from all of my b**ches
who don’t got love for niggaz without dubs?
[Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh
[Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion
[Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me
[Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh
[Verse Two: Amil]
You ain’t gotta be rich but f**k THAT
How we gonna get around your BUS PASS
Fo’ I put this pussy on your mustache
Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny
Not the fussin and the frontin
If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
«Git Up, Git Out and get somethin» sh*t!
I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My, coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience nigga, I’m high maintenance
HIGH CLASS, if you ain’t rollin, bypass
If you ain’t holdin, I dash yo
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me
[Ja] Uhh
[Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja] Uhh!
[Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah
[Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja] UHH!
[Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja] Uhh! Yeah
[Verse Three: Ja (Rule)]
It ain’t even a question
how my dough flows, I’m good to these bad hoes
Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes
What y’all niggaz don’t know, it’s eazy, to pimp a hoe
b**ches betta have my, money fo’ sho’
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be di*kin they, back out, go ‘head, let it out
I f**ks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Makin em feel, sl*tted even if they don’t want it
It’s been SO LONG
since I met a chick ain’t on my tips but then I’m
DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE
So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum
cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON
with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my b**ches
VeVe, studs my b**ches, then we rob b**ch niggaz
I’m talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us
If not Boo, you know what, I still f**ked you
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce, b**ch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wit me
Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh
Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me
Geyeah

Смотреть видео Can I Get a… Lyrics — Jay-Z f/ Amil-lion, Ja Rule

Terror Squadians Lyrics — Fat Joe f/ Terror Squad — слова, текст песни

[Fat Joe]
Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and f**k with them? Platinum
status, motherf**kers. Eat a di*k!
Now who’s the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I’m pretty sure that you heard the rumors
I give tumors to niggas and comas to b**ches
No one’s against us, roll with the riches
and float with the fishes
The revolution has started thats why I’m undercarded
My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed
As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall
Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue
Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners
Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
sh*t, I’ll be out by the morn’, word bond
My game is on lock, till you bawl cop
And its never ever gonna stop
[Prospect]
Yo, yo, I play the game with caution
Sun changes, gave power creative activities
bring fame and fortune
Why can’t you live this? All day hands on b**ches
With financial ventures, enhance the riches
Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams
but it seems I couldn’t graduate or go to Drake
It hurts at nights I gots to reimburse the vice
Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise
My words precise, cause if not I wouldn’t speak it
I rock sh*t everyday of the week, especially the weekends
Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-ho
Knock a nigga out, for the sh*t he stole
We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
b**ch were barely both made it
See the thinly related, to everything in the street
I’m sellin coke, crack, and dope, plus swingin the heat
[Chorus: Triple Seis]
We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad’s everywhere, it’s just us illin
I thought you knew you had…
Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin
Slugs killin, ya touch feelin, just for the thrillin
We bust feelins, dump bodies in crushed buildings
Terror Squad’s everywhere, it’s just us illin
(And it don’t stop!)
[Cuban Link]
I got rubies on my Uzi’s and gems on my Mack 10’s
Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them
Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets
sh*t, I’m gonna milk this b**ch till I’m filthy rich
Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling
Just flossin and chillin in a Porsche full-a-women
I’m one in a million, get on the deal already
My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti
Realer than the military
Killin every track I’m on, Link and Joey Crack the Don
Flippin in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on
[Triple Seis]
So, come on if you gon’ ride with us, live niggas
Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures
[Big Punisher]
Your style is unoffic’, niggaz like you stay on my wanted list
Pun and Prince, we’re walkin on kings, like a son-of-a-b**ch
f**kin with this is hazardous to amateur battlers
Average niggas get lost in the course of embarassment
Of course you dont have a chance, I’m the boss in your emminence
Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche
I’ll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs
For all of you that’ll laugh at a historical aftermath!
I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips
Look behind you, I’ll blind you like when the sun eclipse
Ain’t no second chances, I glance at niggas
make em wet they pants
The chances are slim if Twinz done swing the rest of the ransome
The best and the champion, that means I’m far beyond
Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on
Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song
Live for tomorrow, cause today’s almost already gone
Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti, long
Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on
I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right
I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright
[Chorus *2X*]
[Armageddon]
f**k a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow
To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll
Open your skull, show you sh*t you ain’t supposed to know
Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast
(Just to let you know) That I’m zone coasted
And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion
Assassinate the Pope with no emotions
So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn’t votin?
My brain floatin away, above you niggas like I make time pause
Checkin my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits
Golden riches, better hold em b**ches
Cause we robbin niggas way before
the translation of Holy Scriptures
I was Armageddon before the motion picture
The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin
My Squad’s hard and far from Puritans
Robbin and killin men like we proud to be Americans
[Chorus]

Смотреть видео Terror Squadians Lyrics — Fat Joe f/ Terror Squad

Area Codes Lyrics — Ludacris f/ Nate Dogg — слова, текст песни

[Nate Dogg]
[chorus]
I’ve got hoes
I’ve got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)
hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes)
[Ludacris]
Now you thought I was just 7-7-0
And 4-0-4, I’m worldwide b**ch, act like yall don’t know
It’s the abominabol «O» man
Globe-trot international post man
Neighbor-di*k dope man
7-1-8s, 2-0-2’s
I send small cities and states I-O-U’s
9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5
I’ll jump off the d-4, we can meet outside
So control your hormones and keep your drawers on
‘Til I close the door and I’m jumping your bone
3-1-2, 3-1-3, 2-1-5, 8-0-3
Read your hor-o-scope and eat some hor-derves
Ten I pump one these hoes is self serve
7-5-7, 4-1-0, my cell phone says overload
[chorus]
[Ludacris]
Now everyday is a hol-i-day
So stop the violence and put the 4-4 away, keeps you to hold today
5-0-4, 9-7-2
7-1-3, whatcha gon do
You checkin up the scene, I’m checkin a ho tonight
With perpendicular vehicular homicide
3-1-4, 2-0-1
Too much green, too much fun
I bang cock in Bangkok
Can’t stop, I turn and hit the same spot
Think not, I’m the thrilla in Manilla,
Schlong in Hong Kong
Pimp em like vision, magic Don Juan
Man after Henny with a coke and a smile
I just pick up the muthaf**kin phone and dial
I got my condoms in a big-ass-sack
I’m slaggin this di*k like a New Jack, biatch
[Nate Dogg]
Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk?
Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk?
Is it cuz they like my handsome face?
Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways?
Whatever it is, they love it
And they just won’t let me be
I handle my biz, don’t rush me
Just relax and let me be free
Whenever I call, come running
2-1-2 or 2-1-3
You know that I ball, stop frontin
‘For I call on something to free
[chorus]
[Ludacris]
9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4
Shout out to the 2-0-6
Everybody in the 8-0-8
2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4
3-1-7, 2-1-4, 2-8-1
3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya
3-1-8, 6-0-1, 2-0-3
8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1
9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0
7-0-8, 5-0-2
And different area codes..

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Tell the Feds Lyrics — Too $hort — слова, текст песни

[Intro:]
And it don’t stop to the beat, baby
Funky Fresh on the microphone
One time for your mind, beeyatch (Beeyatch)
Short Dogg’s in the motherf**kin house
doin what we always do, a stack
(Gettin money) Gettin money (Gettin money)
[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(f**k a secret indictment, all I do is write sh*t)
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(You got the wrong rappers, nigga you better tell em!!)
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(Tell em Short, tell em!!!)
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!)
[Verse One:]
You broke the law, and you got caught
Got a good lawyer, case is bein fought
Life is full of choices, make em at the crossroads
If you had five, you already lost four
Straight apprehended, handcuffed and can’t stand it
Don’t wanna go to jail but you was caught redhanded
A felony, strike number two
Federal Agents like, «What you wanna do?»
Make a choice, so you start to think back
Short Dogg was a nigga that always rapped
Half my life ago, didn’t sell no dope
I sold dope fiend music for your stereo
Sittin at the crossroads in ’84
I knew hella motherf**kers that was slangin coke
Use to tell my homeboys, front me a sack
Postin me at the dopehouse dumpin the crack
My niggas wouldn’t do it, I love em for that
cos now I still rap and get paid to gat
Since ’87, that’s how the sh*t comes
We made two hundred thousand in six months
Sellin tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin
f**k buyin *?boats?*, niggas makin hundreds
Legit, you think I’m stupid, b**ch
I bought a studio so I can do this sh*t
[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(You got it twisted, Bridget
Why pressin charges when I’m depressin hard and sh*t)
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(Run tell em, tell em Short, tell em)
[Verse Two:]
I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit
I never sold *?company due?*, I can’t knock it
cos the inner city public school system is f**ked
Go to class all day, you ain’t gettin enough
So at 3:15 it’s time to put in work
Buy you some dope and go hit the turf
Ain’t no scholarship, no rap contract
but a nigga get paid sellin hop and crack
I got lucky, it’s not a get-rich scheme
I’ve been sellin rap tapes since I was 15
I told the Oakland police, too many times
I make a lot of money doin pimp rhymes
I never sell drugs to jeopardise my freedom
You never could make me realise I need em
I went from hundreds, to hundreds to thousands, to millions
I know what police want, I feel em
I’m always ballin right there in the hype
Instantly, dope dealer stereotype
but sh*t is serious, I know I never sold drugs
so why these motherf**kers tryin ta roll me up?
And smoke me, why? No one knows
The only thing I did wrong was f**k all ya hoes
I don’t smoke coke blunts and sho’ don’t sell em
Call the FBI, somebody please tell em
[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(All you motherf**kers is lookin at us rock jewelery and sh*t
That’s all you are)
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(Somebody better tell em we got receipts)
[Verse Three:]
Rap is brand new, not long ago
Made a billion dollars last year round the globe
Now all the little kids can’t let it go
to the new millenium with a brand new flow
Too $hort baby straight from the O
If you’re like me, you’re tryin ta make some doe
Roll to the spot and try ta break a hoe
Pimp her real hard and then take it slow
When I rap to a b**ch, I’m a pro
I spit this game like never befo’
Grab the microphone and always rock the show
then I grab me a freak, tell her «Keep it on the low»
If I take her to my house she won’t say no
I burn rubber with the b**ch in my fo’-fifty-fo’
California niggas drop the top and roll
Stare up at the mountains, won’t see no snow
I go coast to coast smokin indo
If my b**ch actin up, I f**k her friend so
don’t investigate me for sellin dope
If you see me rollin clean thru the ghetto
I’m probably on my way to the studio
Probably playin somethin loud on the stereo
Short Dogg, don’t forget the funk motto:
‘Free your mind and your ass will follow’
[Chorus: Too $hort, (Slink Capone)]
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(We’re up y’all in this motherf**kin holdin tank for hidin snitch ass
niggas)
Tell the Feds we ain’t runnin no coke factory
(Nigga, I was promoted a tour of Kentucky nigga, and D.C.)
[Outro: Slink Capone]
Pop this sh*t, be outta state, niggas is hella fake
Moms ain’t mess with the motherf**kin phone
My girl, she’s f**kin up, god damn!
Nigga you better stop all that motherf**kin snitchin
Tell them motherf**kers we ain’t runnin no motherf**kin coke factory
Tell em, tell em!! TELL EM!!!
YOU BETTER TELL EM!!!!
Let em know, TELL EM!!!!

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Blow My Whistle Lyrics — Hikaru Utada f/ Foxy Brown — слова, текст песни

[Intro — Hikaru Utada]
Mmm, Oooh, Oh
[Verse 1 — Foxy Brown]
Yeah, Uh, Yeah
Y’all know y’all see us in the Benz or that Rover
Fresh pair of And 1’s, Luis? Pull over
Whole city locked, just like I always told you (uh-huh)
If it ain’t Boogie, believe me, she a rookie
You know how Fox drop it, dig up in they pockets
Pussy get lost, treat that nigga like a jump-off
They act shady, this nigga must be crazy
My girls sell units like Michael in the 80’s (ugh)
[Chorus — Hikaru Utada]
What am I supposed to do, I don’t wanna be your referee but
Anytime tonight I’m gonna, blow my whistle soon
Hold my breath, turn blue ’til it’s time to be your referee, but
Later on tonight I’ll let you, blow my whistle too
[Verse 2 — Hikaru Utada]
Cast your vote on me
Say that’s it for me
Just place your bets on me
Stop gettin’ high off of jealousy,
whether you are ready or not
I’m comin’ with all that I got (I got)
Then while you decide, we are undefined
My instincts says I ought to keep you free (I wanna keep you free)
And my mother says men besides stability (Oh, is it true?)
My Instincts says I ought to keep you free
But I told you this life exclusively (oh)
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3 — Hikaru Utada]
Scared to show or tell
Keep what you just felt
The secrets to yourself
I’m gettin’ tired of mysteries, even though I say they do not
The games you play hurt me a lot (a lot)
When there’s none to play, will you go or stay?
My instincts says I ought to disagree
When my mother says men will leave eventually (is it true?)
Nothing lasts forever, I agree
But I wouldn’t mind the possibility (Oh)
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 4 — Foxy Brown]
Live from BK, dippin’ on the freeway (uh-huh)
Visor twisted back with a couple wild cats (Oww!)
Bunch of loose goons, Keep the muzzle on ’em
We all 7-tre, who the f**k wan’ what? (Iyye!)
I numbs ’em like cocaine raw
Starvin’ like you part of the V-8 this fall
Homes, in many places, but I’m Brooklyn’s own
Bet I, keeps it poppin’, keeps they shoulders lockin’
Lahdy-Dahdy in the party, nigga,
Up ya yen, f**k you lockin’ for a pen? I just came to bone
Reputation ill, stay on chrome
I’m like E.T. beotch, no phone home
Gavin always told me, Boogie, watch ya paper
Keep it low, bubble slow, niggaz, catch the vapors
Foxy Calhoun in the Cadillac blue
2 Live, Shawn ain’t got no ma’s, beotch!
[Repeat Chorus until fade]

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Way Too Crazy Lyrics — Tray Deee f/ Jayo Felony, Daz Dillinger — слова, текст песни

[Verse One: Tray Deee]
I’m from the city of no pity where them gangsta’s at
Dippin Lacs, flippin sacks, makin paper stack
Ain’t no rules it’s just who’s pushin major weight
and just to claim your stake you gots ta gain some rate
Checkin fools for your dues, let em see what’cha got
Every step is for respect, you either keep it or not
On these blocks I done dropped niggas down to size
Ain’t no question when it’s flexin, who been down to ride
Til I die, it’s just that Eastside mentality
that cause tragedy, now who ya think can handle me?
I’m at my peak, out on these streets with heat
Homicidal techniques and puttin niggas to sleep
I keep busters on point so they don’t get lazy
Why you think they sayin Tray Deee’s so crazy?
[Jayo Felony] He looked up in the mirror, tell em what did you see
[Daz] A crazy G from the LBC gettin way too crazy
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I’m just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I’m just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, and I’m just too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
And I’m just too crazy
[Verse Two: Jayo Felony]
How dare you step on my blue suede shoes
Nigga your crew boo-boo but you were born to lose
See everytime I write a rhyme it’s like my last f**kin time
Now do niggas wanna sell dope or do niggas wanna drop dime?
Bicth let me flip this brick and, get up off my di*k
All I can get from you is a motherf**kin hit
b**ch, ?? for real, f**k a cheap thrill
cos you givin up the ass, haven’t you heard crack kills
Wanna see me gold, hell no see me flow
C’s walkin on the moon by 2004
Want me to blast but not, cos I’ll blast your spot
They got a AK for your f**kin pepper spray
You sackin down white gal, pow yow all day
It’s either Beach to the Bay, where the Gz play
Motherf**k my enemigos, spray you or you spray me
Me and my nigga Tray Deee on the C/sea, we’re gettin way too crazy
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he’s way too crazy
They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he’s way too crazy
They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he’s way too crazy
They say Felony, is a way G
He’s way too crazy
[Verse Three: Tray Deee, Jayo Felony]
Saggin khakis, totin Magnums wit plans for blastin (BUU BUU!!!)
Whoever wanna chance if their hands the fastest
Rich and get beat, no retreat, deceit
Pullin whole cards hard, niggas playin for keeps
Stay indiscreet, evade them weak niggas that shaky
Don’t mistake me, I stay pullin off safety
A straight G from the heart with mine
down to ride, and I ain’t never hard to find
Apologise to me, apologise to me
cos you’s about to meet your end, nigga that’s on 4 times 10
I’ma boy, with a straight jacket and Chucks, what the f**k
on mine? Pickin niggas like chickens who givin it up
I make brothers pull their pants up, never try to sag
In presence of a real ridah, that represent the C-rag
(From Long Beach to San Diego)
[Daz] It’s Tray Deee
[Jayo Felony] and Jayo
[Daz] Actin a fool and gettin way too crazy
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he’s way too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, he’s way too crazy
They say Felony, is a way G
Ba-by, he’s way too crazy
They say Tray Deee, is a way G
Ba-by, he’s just too crazy
[Outro: Daz Dillinger]
Ha ha, yeah
(He’s way too crazy)
Doin it like that everyday all day, ha ha
(He’s just too crazy)
And y’all just don’t understand this where we drop this on y’all
(He’s way too crazy)
And we gon’ continue to drop it like this til we die
(Is a way G, ba-by, he’s way too crazy)
Tray Deee and Jayo Felony

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Nasty Girl Lyrics — Kasino f/ Nite & Day — слова, текст песни

Nasty
Nasty nasty
C’mon, uh huh
You know I like em when they’re *nasty*
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
All I ever wanted was a nasty girl
to make a nigga hot and scream «Don’t stop!» when you hit the spot
Ain’t a treat wit me, cos you see me with the Lock
Ain’t gon’ leave with me cos you see me in the drop
Ooh I like that when it takes some game
justa, get your name, don’t you see my chain?
Got a lotta ice and she like «Yeah that’s nice
You Kasino right?», and I say «Yeah that’s right»
«That was you that I seen on TV last night»
I say «Yeah», she said «I’m sorry, you ain’t my type»
I want a chick I could holla at, throw a dollar at
If she wanna come chilly, tell her holla back
Got the Ac fo’ in the lot, tell her follow that
back to the room, checkout time ain’t til noon
«But I just met you» but it ain’t too soon
Let’s play house, you be the wife, I could be the ??
[Chorus: Nite & Day]
All I ever wanted was a nasty girl
Someone who can go with the flow with the lights down low, oh
But she can’t be easy, sleasy
Got to be based with freaky freaky
[repeat]
Excuse me Miss, you never heard me say I was rich
I just talk like this and walk like this
All I ever wanted was a nasty chick
who gonna strip when I say so, skip when I say go
Creep when I say no, uhh uhh I ain’t think so
Party just beginnin, I’m thinkin bout it in us
As I don’t drink or smoke, I’m thinkin bout women
in back of the truck, wit her legs up (That’s right)
Sittin on 20’s and she don’t want money
She knows I’m a freak so she brung a friend for me
From around-the-way girls to a Playboy bunny
Use to be too thin to win but now I’m chubby
Just like a teddy bear, all the girls love me
Wanna play wit me, hopin, can’t hit me
If I got enough money maybe she could stay wit me
[Chorus]
Tell me the truth, are you waitin after the show?
Cos you after my doe and an asskissin no
Let me know, do you want cash from the doe?
Is it sex or pay cheque you askin me fo’?
Pretty chick, don’t you think that I’m serious?
I heard a lot about you, ain’t you curious?
How you, shake your hips and you, lick your lips
Would you, give me a kiss if I give you my chips?
Ain’t that type of girl, let me save you a trip
What if I was broke, all that I could give you is di*k
I need a girl that’s gon’ still be, bout it bout it
No doubt about it, can’t live without it
Sex me in the SC, so well
she need to ask me how she played, no replay
Playmate of the month, all she need is a pimp
I’m like the nastiest nigga since Larry Flynt
[Chorus (x2)]
[Outro: Kasino]
Kasino like a nasty girl
Nigga Lock love a nasty girl
Mike P’ll love a nasty girl
Jive Records like a nasty girl
Everybody like a nasty girl

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Impress the Kid Lyrics — Slick Rick — слова, текст песни

[Intro: (DJ S&S), Slick Rick]
(Uhh check it out….. S&S……
with the ruler ’98……..Def Jam…..)
And here we are, in the phase again
That ol’ funeral music, is he goin to heaven or is he goin to hell?
I don’t know, he’s right in the centre, y’knowhutImean? (Uhh uhh)
(Uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh huh, uhh-huh c’mon
Uhh-huh yeah, uhh-huh c’mon, uhh-huh ’98 c’mon…..)
[Verse One:]
Nigga no way rap better than, act better, that
veteran of rap *?ceteran?*
Brung on, motherf**ker sung on, run on
Come on, go and have fun on, run on
Immediate considered, no he really ain’t
The main ingredient, comedian, must be obedient
Reason why the player who away a few, say that too
cos no one else can talk sh*t way I do
School kid, the cool slid
and I rule wid, still shoot wid my 2, kid
Ain’t no way on Earth to faze Rick, the man plays with wit
Eras-ed the man amazin the bassin
Border him, all on ya albums slaughterin
Better spin like slavery when I order him
Rejects creep yet keep step
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check
[Chorus:]
Mack all of it, controller sh*t, catch hold of it
How you gonna move Slick when cats like solo Rick?
Accept, yet no chances that they make plans
to wreck and make a nigga, breakdance the record
I turned and learned this sequel I burned went
urgent, mad white people like servin
Interested with, gets congested with
clowns, haven’t made a record, impress the kid
[Verse Two:]
No entry, let’s keep a hood rhymin sh*t (A-party people)
Are you tryin to have yourself a good time or what?
No stressin you, type of beat bring out the best in you
Allegeble, ruler came to add a touch of bless onto
Niggas think they bashin me, his majesty
of garbage and never were no match for me and actually
many a girl catch the fever
and I don’t need anyone else rap with either
If this is based on skill, kill anybody will
affiliate Rick real to Hicksville
Same ruler movin cowardness out of this
Never out powerless, devour this and now it is
time for one to leave upon impeach
Help teach all men how to live amongst each (KnowI’msayin?)
Although a lotta creep yet keeps
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
The bounce men, S&S sound bend
Listen up kid, an important announcement
There’s a rapper I know many interested in
named Rick, no rapper alive could mess with him
Lace records all audience roar to
Grand of a show, skill on the dancefloor too
Freakin awesome, of course I’m married
High school broads keep your drawers on
cos this one in perf’ case
Guaranteed to make you break fool at the work place
Diligent, shout as Mr. Militant
Allow me to do my thing, it’s all brilliant
Although sometime the reign may slip
can’t skip my part on the hu-man tip
Ain’t sh*t, you rejects creep yet keep step
Every borough, every state, every country in deep check
[Chorus]
[Outro: DJ S&S]
Slick Rick and S&S now, c’mon
Slick Rick and S&S now, c’mon
Slick Rick’ll make ya move your butt, c’mon
S&S’ll make ya move your butt
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
S&S and Slick Rick’ll make ya move your butt
Slick Rick and S&S’ll make ya throw your hands up
S&S and Slick Rick make ya move your butt
S&S’ll make ya throw your hands up, c’mon
Slick Rick’ll make ya throw your hands up, c’mon
S&S’ll make ya move your butt now c’mon
Yeah c’mon, yeah c’mon
Yeah, S&S and we’re out, OOOOHHHHH!!!!!

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No Love Lyrics — Imajin — слова, текст песни

I wanna love you baby [repeat]
[Chorus:]
No love is a real love without you
No love is a real love without you baby
[Verse 1:]
They say we’re too young
to fall in love
girl I need your touch
I just can’t get enough
so hold me, slowly
no matter what they say
I was meant for you and you were meant for me
[Chorus:]
No love is a real love without you
No love is a real love without you baby
[Verse 2:]
I never had love to be so true
I’m so into you
baby it’s everything you do
I’m losing control
can’t let you go
baby you should know
you’re everything I need and more
[Chorus:]
No love is a real love without you
No love is a real love without you baby
I wanna love you baby [repeat]
[Verse 3:]
Love without you don’t mean a thing
In me you brought a change and my life is not the same
So don’t you go away girl please stay
I need you by my side
Now that I realize that
[Chorus: Repeat 1x]
[Jamal] I wanna love you baby
[Olamide] I wanna love you baby.
[Repeat 1x]
[Chorus: (Repeat and Fade Out)]

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N.B.C. Lyrics — Charli B f/ Cam’Ron, Noreaga — слова, текст песни

This is the way it should sound
[Intro: Cam’Ron (Noreaga)]
Ya heard (what what)
Yo B, we don’t even like half these f*ggot niggas anyway
(what what what)
I’m on my own muthaf**kin’ wheel (yeah, what what what)
You know what I’m sayin’
The real sh*t, you know B
My black family (what what what)
Slick Finga (clah clah clah)
Harlem World eatin’ (yeah yeah)
Charli Baltimore (what what what)
Nore (yeah yeah what what what)
Cam’Ron nigga (yeah yeah)
Killa Cam nigga (what what what)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[Cam’Ron]
Yo, all my rhymes — I rip it; the song had to clip it
The cats in the street, nearly killing over snippets
Birds gotta feed ’em bread, so he can eat her head
I’m almost 21, but I still pee in the bed
Had to flead the FED’s, all be trife
And I got a crush on Edith (who, Archie’s wife!)
Yo not monagomy, pornograhy
On the outside, like an apostrophe
Tell my girls, I really like photography
Snap shots naked, the wildest boss
First night, head whop, and our salads tossed
While you in a mean neon, I’m with Celine Dion
Throw her in the bed, she the next one I pee on
Say what b**ch
Phase two
Yeah yeah
What what what
What what
What what what
What what what
What what what
Split that ass yo
Split that ass
Yeah uh, what
Yo yo yo
[Noreaga]
Yo, N-O-R-E; f**k y’all, niggas get hurt
You know I rock a Soul Train wit’ a Cam’Ron’s shirt
Doin’ cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot Wheels
You a double A-R god, the bluntiest
You know we throw away, blunts for my niggas that’s dead
Pour a Law Liqour, drink a long ligga
Then again I never beat, for my nigga Digga
You know I got, navigators, so we won’t get lost
N-O-R-E, these Queens niggas call me the Force
At the arraignment, Thugged Out
Undertainment, for the lawyer — f**k ’em and the judge saves it
And I — did every crime — nigga name it
[Charli Baltimore]
Fools ain’t ever know, the ghetto’s be the baddest click
Charli’s Angels, tangle with Devil’s — Advocate
Hoes mad cause our pussy’s got the fattest clits
It’s some status sh*t, how we gon’ have a b**ch
Under pressure, the Un undress her
That’s a tester, that’s just the best flirt, to the best skirt
Ever make it to networks
Like N.B.C., N.O.R.E., B’More and Cam’Ron
Anything we put our hands on, soak up like a tampon, plan on
For puttin’ out the hottest LP’s
Since — shiiit yo, you gon’ have to tell me
Cause this is hip hop, meneaja twat
And ya’ll jealous cause what I’m f**kin’ wit’ the two hottest
Underground fellas, what!
[Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam’Ron)]
Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-sh*t; N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam’Ron
Mansions, 6’s, Richies, plan on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on
Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-sh*t; N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam’Ron
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., plan on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on
[Charli]
What!
[Cam’Ron]
Yo, all on the ballers sh*t
Nore, but we could call a chick
Head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest di*k
She gon’ swallow all of it
Harlem gon’ have a ball with that
After I get her pregnant, yo we goin’ to the mall with it
[Noreaga]
Yeah nigga, you know the lie, f**k that b**ch
The only reason I don’t kiss her, is cause she sucked his di*k
And I don’t even trust, ourself bro, f**k dat hoe
Pussy stinkin’ anyway, let her go
[Charli Baltimore]
Yo ya’ll niggas stay f**kin’ with them grimmy chicks
On the real though, I wonder where ya’ll find these chicks
The rest is evident, I’m the type to split on niggas
But if they right, I’ll f**k around and spit on niggas
And if they into that hot sh*t, I might let ’em hit my spot quick
But first they gotta pop sh*t
If not then they gettin’ drop kicked
And I like ’em all, Black Jack ya’ll
Near 21, all others gettin’ cut cut
So be it, you see me!
[Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam’Ron)]
Aiyyo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-sh*t, N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam’Ron
Mansions, 6’s, Richies, plan on
Cali, Houston, New York, jam on
Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly, San Juan
Un-sh*t, N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam’Ron
Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A., plan on
D.C., N.C., S.C., jam on
[Charli]
What!
[music till fade]

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And You Don’t Stop Lyrics — Wu-Tang Clan — слова, текст песни

[Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now we’re gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin’?
Def Jam, knowumsayin’?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here, knowumsayin’?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin’?
I don’t need no introductions, Cat
Whuuuuut
I’m sittin’ in my west, I’m an*lyzin’ thoughts
I’m sippin’ off a quart that I just had bought
I’m thinkin’ of the moment, things soar in that head
I feel assurin’ durin’, also glad
Yes, feel assured by knowin’ I won
Cuz there’s no one who can f**k wit A-Sun
I’m not bein’ pushy but I’m born to boss
You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course
Don’t see the riot, everyone keeps quiet
If you don’t believe nigga, get hyper and try it
Yes it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo, I’m born to be, MC history
Rhyming on time because that’s the deal
You’re only as fresh as your ass feel
Other MC’s, you are bound to fall
Cuz your real world is not a world at all
[1 — Street]
Drunken Master, styles causin’ street disaster
Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher
Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin’
Techique too deadly
Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long
Let’s get it on, heavy chow broke, it’s not ’bout
Shadow boxin’, better punch, you need oxegen, try again
When you catch the second wind, I’ll break you in
[Masta Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it’s about to blow
One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement
Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke
Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork
He’s too defensive, too mean, you didn’t, now it’s a scene
These cats over here got glock holdin’ him down
These niggas scheming, I’m seeing everything
Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin’ my
Agent high told best friend of the wine
[Method Man]
Still drunk offa cheap wine
Holdin’ front lines, niggas wanna front, fine
f**k wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine
Swine nigga’s come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Now f**k around
[Repeat 1]
[Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
Down wit the All In Together Now Crew
The GZA, the RZA, me of course too
The thing I’m an*lyzing is strickly Hip Hop
That’s what’s made, well made is on my workshop
You was unable plus earn advance
Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance
They’re sayin’ of the utmost, truly I’m the utmost
Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost
Man, I mean really, that sh*t is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin’ over mics
I became a wrecker through my amplifier
Break it down base, treble through my dancer
That’s one new dance, it’s to my Black Magic music
It’s not classic, arabic, or basic
It’s strickly thickly, dirty and districkly
If not don’t you pick me and forget me
[Repeat 1]

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If I Die Tonight Lyrics — Montell Jordan f/ Flesh-n-Bone, Monifah — слова, текст песни

[Flesh-n-Bone:]
Flesh-n-Bone,Montell,Monifah,
something for my people.
(I was on my knees last night and I said)
Now,I’m gonna lay me down (down,down…) to sleep
I pray to the lord and to Heaven:go bless my soul to keep
and if I should die before I wake up,wake up,wake up
hope that He saved a place in Heaven so I pray everyday for the soul that He
take up,take up
[Montell Jordan:]
Oh,you never heard these words before (no)
And I know you’ve never seen this side of me,I’m quite sure
But livin my life with you here is givin me tears of joy
And I never wanna leave you baby
So if by chance I go
I want you to know
If I die tonight,it would be alright
Cause I finally found what most I’ve been searching for my whole damn life
If I die tonight,it would be OK
Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway
[Monifah]
Ooh,I never thought I’d feel this way for you
And I never thought I’d meet a man that made me wanna say «I do»
You changed my whole life forever and ever,oh yeah
So if God should call,here’s what you do:
know he’s got my soul in Heaven,but my heart’s with you
If I die tonight,it would be alright
Cause I finally found what most I’ve been searching for my whole damn life
If I die tonight,it would be OK
Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway
Now,I’m gonna lay me down (down,down…) to sleep
I pray to the lord and to Heaven:go bless my soul to keep
and if I should die before I wake up,wake up,wake up
hope that He saved a place in Heaven so I pray everyday for the soul that He
take up,take up
Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the lord my soul to keep
and if I should die before I wake,I pray the lord my soul to take
If I die tonight,it would be alright
Cause I finally found what most I’ve been searching for my whole damn life
If I die tonight,it would be OK
Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway

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How Deep is Your Love Lyrics — Dru Hill f/ Redman — слова, текст песни

Yo, Yo
I’m Godzilla
[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Look around brotha’
Ha ha, Def Jam
Def the word
Funk Rock in the house
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Look around brotha’
You keep it high
Dru Hill
Def Squad, from the top, one time
[Sisqo]
Hey mami, dju know that I like it that you call me papi
But it seems like they maybe baby
That you’ve been seeing another Chico
And baby, you know that he can’t go down like me
And dju know that the nigga can’t freak like me
So mami tell me one little thing
How deep is your love for me
[Dru Hill]
[1] — How deep is your love for me
Tell me what it’s gonna be
And do you see yourself with a
Like me, on the low low
So your friends won’t know, see now
How deep is your love for me
Tell me what it’s gonna be
And do you see yourself with a
Like me, on the low low
So your friends won’t know, see now
[Sisqo]
Ven aqui` little mami, Puerto Rican
I see the way you wiggle it, the way you move your body
He can’t make it get wetter than me
But I bet he keep tellin’ you he better than me
Ooo, you know that he can’t go down like me (Cuz dju dunno?)
You know that he ain’t no freak like me (And dju dunno?)
So baby tell me one little thing
How deep is your love for me
[Repeat 1]
[Female]
Ay, Nokio
Te extrano mucho
Ven aqui` mi papi morenito
Y damelo duro
Damelo papichulo
[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, buenos dias mama
Creep with Dr. Bullsh*t
When I talk my teeth should rot
I’m from Da Bricks, so which means I’m born to dog
Your girlfriends want a shot at it?
Warn ’em all
I hear them all from the bathroom stall
Tap and drawl
Say they get gas to pass platinum cars
Then I’m like, Yo!
I’m goin’ to buy my crew bikes with double pipes
That we quick to lose on the turnpike
I’m the one that turned you out, dog it out
It was the Hennessey that made us slug it out
But you like, b**ch you freaky, you down with it
Your other man’s a punk
When I hand the punk the rush, he ride out
I’m tough, even Honey Comb hide out, duck the hour
Rush, better choose quick chick, I got tracks to dust
Dru Hill, Def Squad, if you askin’ us
[Repeat 1 until fade]

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Glad That We Loved Lyrics — Jon B. — слова, текст песни

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
So bad so bad baby
Listen
Time after time
You be thinking of me
Wondering if
These things could have been baby
I think back to us
The way that we were
I wouldn’t change a single thing, baby
And know I’m not with you
Nothing to reap, but losing you
For a love that’s true
Would I give everything I gave again
Just to get back what we felt way back when
Girl, I’m glad that we loved
More than if we didn’t love
I would do it all again
Girl, I’m glad that we loved
Oh yes, you know
I’m so glad we fell in love
My oh my
How you’ve grown up so girl
Sound of your voice
It made me think about the choice I make
Now that I’m here all alone
Thinking of where to go
Just to call you on the phone
And know I’m not with you
Nothing to reap, but losing you
For a love that’s true
Would I give everything I gave again
Just to get back what we felt way back when
Girl, I’m glad that we loved
More than if we didn’t love
I would do it all again
Girl, I’m glad that we loved
Oh yes, you know
I’m so glad we fell in love
See life reveals itself
Through all the moves we make it
Everything we feel and things that
We say the things we say
My life revealed to me
The best thing about you and me
Was spending all my time with you
Baby baby with you
Are my lady, my love, my one and only girl
Just come back to my world
Girl, I’m glad that we loved
More than if we didn’t love
I would do it all again
Girl, I’m glad that we loved
Oh yes, you know
I’m so glad we fell in love

Смотреть видео Glad That We Loved Lyrics — Jon B.

Faded Pictures Lyrics — Case and Joe — слова, текст песни

[Case]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
That’s right (oooo, yo, oooo, oh)
Life is funny, ain’t it? (yeahh, oh yeah)
Sometimes you can end up with (c’mon Joe, c’mon, ready)
Somebody you really don’t wanna be with (no way, babe)
And others left to figure it out (oh, sing it for me Case)
Check it
She was more than a woman, a goddess for all it seems (is that right?)
And all I ever needed was her right here loving me
For a while we were cool and the grooving of love was on
But I still remember how it felt when our love was gone
[1] — In a tattered picture book
Was a photograph she took years ago
Secret memories in her mind (secret memories in her mind)
How could love be so unkind?
Heartbreak time
(My heart is breaking, Oh)
[2] — Faded pictures in a broken glass
Like a mirror revealing
What the woman is feeling
Was it someone from a distant past?
Cuz it’s breaking my heart
So won’t you stare into the glass
(Joe help me out)
[Joe]
As she turned through the pages, the tears roll down her face
I could see her reminiscing why her life had to be this way
Then she stopped as she came to a page where her diary ends
To smell the scent of an old rose from her lover I suppose
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2]
The pictures keep spinning
(Oh na, na, na, na, na, na)
As she stares into the glass, I’ll be waiting
(Oh na, na, na, na, na, na)
Cuz she’s lost inside the past
The pictures keep spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
(Oh na, na, na, na, na, na)
As she stares into the glass, I’ll be waiting
(Oh na, na, na, na, na, na)
Cuz she’s lost inside the past
Lost inside the past
[Repeat 2 until fade]

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Dyna Lyrics — Mud — слова, текст песни

Nobody knew her name, she turned up just the same
There was a knock on the door, a bump on the floor
And the party turned insane
She called out her name
Then she walked in looking like dynamite
She said now come along boogaloo through the night
And by the way she’s moving well dynamite
Light you up with all she’s got
She’s got the whole town lighting up dynamite
Nobody quite knows what to do wrong or right
But they all know Dyna is dynamite and they’re right
She hadn’t been there long
When she told us where she came from
There was a flash in the sky, a light in her eye
And the dynamite light burned on
As the music went on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on
Then she walked in looking like dynamite
She said now come along boogaloo through the night
And by the way she’s moving well dynamite
Light you up with all she’s got
She’s got the whole town lighting up dynamite
Nobody quite knows what to do wrong or right
But they all know Dyna is dynamite and they’re right
Then she walked in looking like dynamite
She said now come along boogaloo through the night
And by the way she’s moving well dynamite
Light you up with all she’s got
She’s got the whole town lighting up dynamite
Nobody quite knows what to do wrong or right
But they all know Dyna is dynamite and they’re right
Then she walked in looking like dynamite
She said now come along boogaloo through the night
And by the way she’s moving well dynamite
Light you up with all she’s got
She’s got the whole town lighting up dynamite
Nobody quite knows what to do wrong or right
But they all know Dyna is dynamite and they’re right
Then she walked in looking like dynamite
She said now come along boogaloo through the night
And by the way she’s moving well dynamite
Light you up with all she’s got
She’s got the whole town lighting up dynamite
Nobody quite knows what to do wrong or right
But they all know Dyna is dynamite and they’re right

Смотреть видео Dyna Lyrics — Mud

I Hear You Knocking Lyrics — Dave Edmunds — слова, текст песни

You went away and left long time ago
Now your knocking on my door
I hear you knocking
But you can’t come in
I hear you knocking
Go back where you been
I begged you not to go but you said goodbye
Now your telling me all your lies
I hear you knocking
But you can’t come in
I hear you knocking
Go back where you been
You better get back to your used to be
‘Cause your kind of love ain’t good for me
I hear you knocking
But you can’t come in
I hear you knocking
Go back where you been
I told you way back in ’52
That I would never go with you
I hear you knocking
But you can’t come in
I hear you knocking
Go back where you been

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Fame Lyrics — David Bowie — слова, текст песни

Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow
Fame
Fame, it’s not your brain, it’s just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane
Fame
Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you have to borrow
Fame
Fame, «Nein! It’s mine!» is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to, crime
Fame
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Really, really?
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain
Fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
fame
Fame, fame, fame
Fame
What’s your name?
[whispered:]
Feeling so gay, feeling gay?
Brings so much pain?

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Gimme Some Lovin Lyrics — Steve Winwood — слова, текст песни

Well my temperature’s rising and my feet are on the floor
Twenty people knocking ‘cos they’re wanting some more
Let me in baby, I don’t know what you’ve got
But you’d better take it easy, this place is hot
[Chorus:]
I’m so glad we made it, I’m so glad we made it
You’ve gotta gimme some lovin’ (gimme some lovin’)
Gimme some lovin’ (gimme gimme some lovin’), gimme some lovin’ every day
Well I feel so good, everything is sounding hot
Better take it easy ‘cos the place is on fire
Been a hard day and I don’t know what to do
Wait a minute baby, it could happen to you
[Chorus:]
I’m so glad we made it, I’m so glad we made it
You’ve gotta gimme some lovin’ (gimme some lovin’)
Gimme some lovin’ (gimme gimme some lovin’), gimme some lovin’ every day
Well I feel so good, everybody’s getting high
Better take it easy ‘cos the place is on fire
Been a hard day and nothing went too good
Now I’m gonna relax honey, everybody should
[Chorus:]
I’m so glad we made it, I’m so glad we made it
You’ve gotta gimme some lovin’ (gimme some lovin’)
Gimme some lovin’ (gimme gimme some lovin’), gimme some lovin’ every day
Gimme some lovin’ (gimme some lovin’) I need it
(Gimme gimme some lovin’) I need it
Ooh, gimme some lovin’, every day, every day

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The Rocker Lyrics — Thin Lizzy — слова, текст песни

I am your main man if you’re looking for trouble
I’ll take no lip ’cause no ones tougher than me
If I kicked your face you’d soon be seeing double
Hey little girl, keep your hands off me ’cause I’m a rocker
I love to rock and roll
I get my records from the Rock On stall
Sweet rock and roll
Teddy boy, he’s got them all
Down at the juke joint me and the boys were stompin’
Bippin’ an a boppin’, telling a dirty joke or two
In walked this chick and I knew she was up to something
I kissed her right there out of the blue
I said «Hey baby, meet me I’m a tough guy»
Got my cycle outside, you wanna try?
She just looked at me and rolled them big eyes
And said «Ooh I’d do anything for you ’cause you’re a rocker»
That’s right I’m a rocker
I love to rock and roll
I get my records from the Rock On stall
Sweet rock and roll
Teddy boy, he’s got them all

Смотреть видео The Rocker Lyrics — Thin Lizzy

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