Hip Hop & Rap Videos

Parazitii: Mesaj Pentru Europa

2008-01-14T05:20:00.000-08:00

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Lyrics: Mesaj Pentru Europa
Mesaj pentru Europa:
Nu suntem ciori nu stam in corturi
Facem eforturi sa ne elevam
Si nu cantam pe strazi in Viena la acordeon
Noi nu cersim cu handicapu la vedere sa facem avere
Si nu ghicim viitoru in palma in dughene mizere
Noi nu purtam fuste inflorate si nu furam din buzunare
Nu emigram in Suedia cu 7 copii sa ne dati ajutoare
Dati vina pe noi din Berlin in Pamplona de-mi sare voma
Mancamiati pula n-o sa gasiti un roman in rulote la Roma
Noi inghetam in sali de clasa de la 6-7 ani(pula mea)
6-7 ore pe zi fara caldura mancare si bani
Avem parinti saraci acasa si-un lucru e sigur
Ni se cultiva dorinta de-a reusi in viata de unu singur
Ne confruntam cu legi noi date de boi
Danseaza cu noi valsul pulii mele e un pas inainte doi inapoi
Ma pis pe gay si nui normal ca copiii mei sa vada
Homosexuali care se ling in gura ostentativ pe strada
E la moda sa fim toleranti da nu reinviem Sodoma
Nu putem trimite bulangii in pachet la Barcelona,
Suntem ruda saraca deci nu putem fi frati
Mesaj pentru Europa:
Cred ca ne confundati!

N-avem 7 frati acasa
Mama chiar nu e bolnava
Tata si-a baut rapid cafeaua
Si-a plecat la munca-n graba
Facem facultati si dam pe carti ultimu ban
No sa fim vreodata gunoieri la Amsterdam
Vorbim 3 limbi si va putem conduce avioanele
Da nu putem in pula mea socializa cu tomberoanele
Fortam usi inchise traim cu vise nepermise
Si muncim legal un an pentrun pumn de fise
Baga la cap repede crede-ne noi nu mancam lebede
Ne respectam ne rezolam singuri problemele
Javrele si curvele in Madrid va ingroasa satrele
Noi romanii stam la rand sa umplem teatrele
Votam in scarba e adevarat si tara e praf pulbere fina
Caci e mai ieftin sa dai banu jos cand cumperi o ruina
Banii pe 10 ani de la U.E. dispar in vile
In strazi inexistente si tehnologii inutile
Daca avem pile bai carnatilor pardon... bai fratilor
Putem cere detalii picante in Padurea Spanzuratilor

Sunt inofensiv da gandu meu e criminal (x4)

Timpul s-a scurs pentru aceasta prezentare.
La final trebuie sa precizam ca Romania e o tara in Africa.
Noi traim in gauri insalubre sub pamant, suntem canibali, vanam sobolani cu arcu', n-avem masini ca ne deplasam prin copaci vopsiti in galben si toate constructiile care le puteti admira daca alegeti sa faceti o excursie pe aceste meleaguri sunt construite de o civlizatie superioara cu care noi nu avem nici o legatura.
Va multumim!

Tags: Parazitii, rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

Ombladon: Cheia De Sub Pres

2007-11-14T05:32:00.000-08:00

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Lyrics: Cheia De Sub Pres
Hai spune ceva,aseaza-te pe canapea,
Hai bea ceva,
Aprinde-ti o tigara, pune-ti o cafea!
De ce nu vorbesti? Hai mai aproape,
Te impotrivesti? Pentru tot ce-ai facut sau n-ai facut, o sa-mi platesti!
Stai dreapta! Unde pleci? Sunt io, nu altu'.
Ti-am mai zis da-te dreacu, imi rupi inima-ti rup capu'!
Nu m-atinge, nu plange, si stii ceva?
Lacrimile tale nu mai au de mult efect asupra mea.
Dispari din fata mea, in pula mea,
Nu ma mai strange-n brate, esti penala ca o tarfa care vrea sa m-agate.
O fapta buna ai facut, nu m-ai lasat sa-mi iau pistol, ca-l descarcam in tine,
Nu ezitam sa te omor!
Nu vreau sa-ti mai vad fata dimineata,
Nu vreau cand beau, sa ma mai stresez cu telefoane c-ai toane,
Si vreau, s-o luam separat pe alte cai!
Dar te iubesc!
Sa-mi sugi pula, da-te-n mortii tai!

Refren x2:
Spui cuvinte mari, pe care nu le-ntelegi,
Inainte sa pleci, lasa-mi cheia sub pres,
Si-esti doar un vis urat, care s-a-ntins pe ani grei!
Ai stii si tu daca te-ai privi prin ochii mei.

Intoarce clepsidra, da timpul inapoi,
Nu voi mai sta in ploaia ta de vorbe, plin de noroi.
Am pus ca prostu' punct zilelor senine
Cand dintr-atatea zdrente, eu te-am ales tocmai pe tine!
Vorbele mele torc, dar ce-ai vrea? Sa te-alinte?
Tine-te bine ca de-acum inainte nu te mai lovesc cu cuvinte.
Nu-mi place sa te-aud, m-apuca spumele,
Nu-mi place nici macar sa-ti mai rostesc numele.
Ai intins de multe ori coarda de-a lungul timpului,
Acum e randu' meu si-am sa ti-o-ntind, da'-n juru' gatului!
Nu-ti mai manji fata cu lacrimi de iubire,
Nu-mi mai cere sa te iert, stii ca nu-mi sta-n fire!
Esti libera sa dispari,
De ce mai stai sa-mi respiri aeru'?
Am crezut atatia ani in tine ca fraieru...
Nu-mi trebuie sa-mi ceri sa fie ca pana ieri.
Nu-mi faci nici-un rau, nu?
De data asta te-nseli!

Refren x2:
Spui cuvinte mari, pe care nu le-ntelegi,
Inainte sa pleci, lasa-mi cheia sub pres,
Si-esti doar un vis urat, care s-a-ntins pe ani grei!
Ai stii si tu daca te-ai privi prin ochii mei.

Tags: Parazitii, rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

Ombladon: Noapte Buna Bucuresti

2007-04-27T05:39:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Noapte buna Bucuresti
Tu nu vezi, daca inchizi ochii te pierzi
Totul se schimba-n jurul tau pana apuci sa te-asezi
Si vezi, ca prin viata asta doar o data treci
Deci pe unde mergi profita pana pleci (x2)

Oameni saraci ce-au incetat sa spere
Gropi in asfalt, blocuri intregi de garsoniere
Totu-i de un gri ciudat care te ineaca incet
Mai coloreaza decorul bagabontii din colt
In rest gratii la geam, bodegi jegoase si baruri
Tarfe jucate si pierdute la zaruri
Miroase-a saracie si foame in continuare
Pustanii isi baga-n vene bine-ascunsi dupa betoane
E un lux sa ai unde sa stai si-o stii
Multe familii sarace toarna copii ca prostii
Si continua goana dupa lei
Batrani pagani tarasc sticla de rom spurcat dupa ei
Ei sunt cei ce vor sa-ncerce, amarul sa inece
Timpul le trece, fireste , te lasa rece
Tramvaiele jegoase se retrag in noapte
Deci luminile s-au stins...Noapte Buna Bucuresti!

Refren (x2)

In colturi de blocuri: drogati, seringi, gunoaie
Copii jegosi, batrani uzati de timp, s-aprind lumini...bling-bling
Surprind copii cersind
Masini furate care se dau la preturi de nimic
E ca in ring, tre' sa stai in garda,
Garda-i gata sa te arda
E caz de targa daca te toarna cu iarba
E oarba justitia, e oarba politia,
E oarba orice privire ce nu vrea sa vada ca in graba
In Bucuresti totul dispare (Cum oare?)
Atentie la buzunare si la alarma din parcare
Blocurile murdare azi sunt singura scapare
Sa nu sfarsesti in strada calcat de altii in picioare
Sunt cartiere intregi din care nu mai poti sa iesi
Cand pleci esti in pula goala, cu banii luati si ochii reci
Deci, ai grija unde mergi, sa te feresti
Micul Paris s-a stins...Noapte Buna Bucuresti!

Refren (x4)

Tu nu vezi...
Tu nu vezi...

Tags: Parazitii, rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris feat. Pharrell: Money Maker

2007-04-02T12:54:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Money Maker
[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make ya
Might as well shake what ya mama gave ya

You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got * on my right side pouring some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck

So feel free to get lose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
Ya want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEYY
Luda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame
And I...just wanna take a lil ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and..

Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block mannn....HEYY
I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell ya that I really must thank ya when ya..

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See ima member of the BBC
The original bread winna of DTP
And you the center of attention thats distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GODD..she could

[Hook:]
[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraida
Shh...

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Pharrell:]
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay ya
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air

[Ludacris:]
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

Tags: Ludacris, Hip Hop, Rap, Southern rap, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris: Act A Fool

2007-04-02T12:38:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Act A Fool
[Intro]
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!
DRAH! 2 Fast...
DRAH! 2 Furious...
OHH! I'M TOO FAST FOR Y'ALL MAYN!

[Chorus]
AHH, you just came home from doin a bid
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 1]
Talkin about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, STAY THE FUCK AROUND FROM ME
Ya peeps talkin 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "POOF, BITCH BE GONE"
You think twelve gon catch me, GIMMIE A BREAK
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go FRONT, BACK AND SIDE TO SIDE, WHAT

[Chorus]
Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 2]
Let's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the GRILLE
TV in the middle of my STEERING WHEEL
It's my car's birthday so we BLOWIN THEM CANDLES
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
NOS tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
and when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a FUCKIN BIRD
And the fools, we gon CLOCK ONE and we'll POP ONE
Cuz my folk ridin shotgun with a shotgun

[Chorus]
You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'M gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Verse 3]
I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is TIPSY
Off the off ramp doin about a hundred and fifty
Rollin through East Point, on way to Ben Hill
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin and we startin SHIT
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is Fire cuz we stomped you out
and yeah, we blow trees and bees, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil John Q and get a +Change of Heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'M ABOUT TO BLOW THIS WHOLE SHIT UP TO SMITHEREENS

[Chorus]
The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
MAN, THAT AIN'T STICKY, THAT'S JUST STICKS AND STEMS
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL

[Outro]
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL
2 Fast, 2 Furious...
2 Fast....ACT A FOOL

Tags: Ludacris, Hip Hop, Rap, Southern rap, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris feat. Mary J. Blige: Runaway Love (live at Grammy Awards)

2007-04-02T12:34:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Runaway Love
[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

Tags: Ludacris, Hip Hop, Rap, Southern rap, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris feat. Sum 41: Get Back

2007-04-02T12:29:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Get Back
[Intro]
Yea, special edition. rock and roll, it's ludacris. Yea.
It's Sum 41, baby! Here's another one.
Get back, it's another, it's another one

[Chorus]
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) Why you all in my ear?
Talkin' a whole bunch a shit that I ain't tryin to hear.
Get Back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!
(Yeek-Yeek Woop-Woop) I ain't playin' around..
Make one false move, I'll take you down.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.
Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!

[Verse 1]
So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on.
It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs.
Family off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!)
Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and dope..
i keep it flippin' like acrobats.
That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist,
there's more heat than the shaq-attack!
But I ain't speakin' about ballin',
jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin'.
We all in together now, birds of the feather now,
jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now.
So put your brakes on, cats put your capes on,
and knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown.
Cause I'll prove it, scratch off the music,
like hey little stupid, don't make me looose it!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw). [x4]

See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab,
caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ass.
Sent him on his way cause I ain't for that talk, and no trips to the county..
I ain't for that walk! We split like 2 pins at the end of a lane,
we'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame.
Put a DTP pendant at the end of yo' chain,
and put the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one time, don't FUCK with me!
Get down! Beat his ass.. ain't got nothin' to lose, and i'm havin a bad day,
don't make me take it out on you! [x2]

Maann, cause I don't wanna do that.
I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack..
sit back and watch some women get drunk as hell,
so I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell.
I know it's been a little while since I've been out the house,
but now I'm here.. you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth?
I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin', so what's up?
Don't you see we in the club? man shut the fuck up!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Come one! We in the red light district!
What! We in the red light district!
Sum 41! In the red light district!
Yes! And Ludacris! We in the red light district!
It's the rock and roll version! Red light district!
It's the red light district!
The red light district..
So here, get back.
It's the red light district.
I'll be done today..
It started a piece..
The red light district.
Lil' Fate, baby! What up!
Huh! It has to be cool, man.
All you have to do is mix it down.

Tags: Ludacris, Hip Hop, Rap, Southern rap, Hip Hop Videos

Ludacris: Southern Hospitality

2007-04-02T12:17:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Southern Hospitality
Ah
Cadillac grills
Cadillac bills
Check out the oil
My Cadillac spills
Matter of fact
Candy Paint
Cadillac kills
So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills
20 inch wide
20 inch high
Hold on to my 20 inch ride
20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes
Hoping for American 20 inch pies
Pretty ass clothes
Pretty ass toes
Oh how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass high class anything goes
Catch them in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long John draws
Long John stalls
Any stank puss
Makes my long John Pause
Women on the cell making long John Calls
And if they like to juggle get long John’s balls

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Nigga throw dem bows!)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a mathin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Nigga hold them hoes)

Verse 2

Dirty south mind blown
Dirty south bread
Cat fish fired up dity south FED
Sleeping in a cockpick dirty south bed
Dirty south girls
Give me dirty south head
Hand me down flip flops
Hand me down socks
Hand me down drug dealers
Hand me down rocks
Hand me down a fiftty pack
Switch a sweet box
And goodfella rich nigga hand me down stocks
Mouth full of platinum
Mouth full of gold
40 glock cal
Keep your mouth on hold
Lie through your teeth
You could find your mouth cold
And rip out your tongue cause
What your mouth told
Sweat for the lemonade
Sweat for the tea
Sweat from the hot sauce
Sweat from the bleed
You could sweat from a burn in a third degree
And if you sweat in your sleep
Then you sweat from me

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)

Verse 3

Hit by stars
Hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor
Getting hit by bars
Keep your gun close
Cause she hit by far
Hit by the neptunes
Hit by guitars
Afro picks
Afro chicks
I let my soul blow
From my afro dick
Grab it out the hat
Pulling afro tricks
Afro America
Afro thick
Overall country
Overall cheese
Overall Georgia
We overall clean
Southern hospitality
Or overall mean
Overall triple
Overall beans
Thugged out niggas
Wearing thugged out chains
Thugged out blocks
Playing thugged out games
All black tinted up
Thugged out range
BTP stay doing thugged out things

Chorus

All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggas with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my players in the house that could ride the bar
And the balling ass niggars with the candy car
If you a pimp and you know you don’t love them hoes
Then when you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with a batchin ass
With your fly ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor
(Niggar hold them hoes)

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Ludacris feat. Mary J. Blige: Runaway Love

2007-04-02T12:12:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Runaway Love
[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love

[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama is on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day lil stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went stray up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops x to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [repeats til end]

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Ludacris

2007-04-02T11:20:00.000-07:00

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Christopher Bridges (born on September 11, 1977 in Chicago), better known as Ludacris, is a Grammy Award-winning rapper Born in Illinois, he moved to Atlanta where he eventually made a name for him first as a radio DJ, known as Chris Luva Luva and then as one of the most prominent Southern rappers. He is also the cousin of R&B singer Monica. He is CEO and founder of Disturbing Tha Peace Records, As of right now he and Nelly hold the record for most number one hits by a Hip Hop artist on the Billboard Hot 100. (Ludacris - Wikipedia)

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Jay-Z feat. Gotti, Frody & Niela: 20 Bag Shorty

2007-04-02T11:14:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: 20 Bag Shorty
[Jay-Z]
No more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest mc somthing
Wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically
When u want it
Done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures
Beatufully but
Niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em
Years to bite it
Which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears outta
No where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and
Expect to be
Paid back why da fuck should i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i
Slang a track
Laid back almost till its a sin tell ya god somebody's doin a
Good job
Impersonatin him j-hova spittin game from da range rover what da
Fuck is yall
Doin in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up
Like a tella
Relatively easy like jerry hella cream is cherry vanilla got
Chicks in da telli
Belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da
Style burn da town
Down and change the locale im doin da same shit except its legit

Chorus:x2
Got a twenty cart shorty better play dat shit you owe me twenty
Baby better pay
Dat shit got twenty bag son better blaze dat shit they said i
Wasn't seeing
Twenty but i made dat shit

[Gotti]
Pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them kids wit
Tips who tops
Down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on
Da bill block
And mic before they get a mill i sold pills all night the illest
Outta life got
My mind on fate cause even im tour nigga still aint safe i keep
A tre eight on
My left smoke a l for stress countin dirt bag lex i be da x like
Malcom puff
For now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns u keep it real
Where u from
Cause where u at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin
Wit yo homey dat
Be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in
Da l darodo my
Mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont
Trust em

Chorus:x2

Move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla burge shit word shit i
Slpurge big
Scrilla observe when you work spit bird shit killah not to be
Purterb with herb
Shit deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a
Rapper bust a
Cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog
Shit brog shit
Soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit broke niggas
Resort the
Glass looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black
Class hooker
The fat ass fooker triple your cash criple your stash pass
Shooker the past
Aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the
Streets keep
Guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta
Kids commmin out
Da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow even if it
Cross shorts
Fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more but niggas say i
Floss to much but
When i take it off and such they say i lost my touch those
Bitches like the
Money i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with
They cunnin little
Glare shorty let me see the tail if its really that shittin she
Hit me with a
Felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every body
Splittin even
Holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin
Bout mittens
Foreal snowballs

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Jay-Z: Hard Knock Life

2007-03-29T13:23:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Hard Knock Life
Check the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh
Let it bump though

["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada Treated,we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

[Jay-Z]
From standin on the corners boppin
to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
fleein the murder scene, you know me well
from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready

["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

[Jay-Z]
I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz
locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
All my ballers that's born to clock
No woman be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots
to King Size, dream machines, the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type braile
I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies
I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin
I'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?!

["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated,we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated , we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

[Jay-Z]
I don't KNOW how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress
you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!

["Annie" sample]
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
.. It's the hard knock life!!

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Jay-Z & Linkin Park Interview

2007-03-29T13:19:00.000-07:00

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Jay-Z interview from 1997

2007-03-29T13:15:00.001-07:00

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Jay-Z feat. Foxy Brown: Ain't No Nigga (live)

2007-03-29T13:09:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Ain't No Nigga
[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch
..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed,
you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,
you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride
and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why
you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
they conniving shit
the first chance to crack the bank
they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
and papayas, from the village to the tele
time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
mmet your death in less than 8 seconds
still poundin in my after life..
laugin my shit is tight
you who askin right...

[Chorus:]

Aint no nigga like the one I got
no one can fuck you betta
sleeps around but he gives me alot
keeps you in diamonds and leathers
friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(man a they own, man a they own)

[Jay-Z]
Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
got you a beeper to feel important
surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
you know these ho's be makin me weak
yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
you can't change a players game in the 9th inning
the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
so I run way the fuck up in em
and wrinkle the face like linnin
I play hard-eh till they say God..
he's keepin it real jigga stay hard
lawd don't even trip
I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel
when you nigga play sick we can all get ill
-whats the deal-

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie
promise to stay monogamous, I try
but love you know these ho's be makin me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep

[Foxy Brown]
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
so when you flip that coke
remember them days you was dead broke
but now your style and I raised you
basically made you into a don
flippin weight..heroin and shit
you know my pussy is all that
thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells
so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
on how I fuck the best a shit
specially when Im flippin Baileys
dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
before this rap shit
when you was in letters and bullshit berattas
and eek classes with mo in the glasses
shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
now all your mens' up in your benz's
high post, I swear you be killin me
playin inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
cuz you proved who was your wiz
when you was spinnin that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
your comisary stay pilin
how you livin large on the island
all them collects have me vex
but when you come home
knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks
now we on the rise
your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars

[Chorus]

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Jay-Z feat. Babyface & Foxy Brown: Sunshine

2007-03-29T13:01:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Sunshine
[Jay-Z]
What, tssh, y'all, what
Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh
Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh
The G, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi
Drinking saki, it's me, and my mami with the doobie
Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing
For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin
Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance
A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy
Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ
Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me
Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early
Cause who's gettin played is not me
"Surely you jest," she said, "if you thought I was purely
out for the bucks you woulda bucked stuck and dropped me"
I said maturely, "You right
but better safe than sorry, but for the lovebirds
can move to the suburbs, I need to double check your story
To make sure that you one of a kind
And you deserve to be my Sunshine"

Chorus: Babyface (variations not listed except for first time)

Touch me with, a heart of gold (uh-huh)
I can't go a day without my sunshine (uh-huh) ahh-haaa (say what? uhh)
Touch me with, a smile that glows(yeah)
I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh)

[Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown)
A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only
hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom
Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that's right)
Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm
Keep her impressed at all times, cats would love to creep (uh-huh)
just to say they crept with mine, slept with mine, she said

[Foxy Brown], (Jay-Z)
I ain't deaf nor blind, niggaz stressin
Hatin cause they less than mine, they wanna sex me
We chose each other, you actin like you chose me
They oppose you then, they oppose me
We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery
Double cross you they got to triple cross me
(I'm thinking that's the way it's supposed to be) Uh-huh
(One more thing:
If I ever go broke, would you hit the block for me?) Fo' sho'
(She replied, eyes open wide) Uhhhh
(Put that on everything?) I put that on my life
(Right)

Chorus

[Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown)
If I needed would you, give me your kidneys? (Uhh, uhh, fo' sho')
Catch a case you catch it with me? (Mmm, fo' sho')
Pawn your jewlery to come get me? (You better know)
Catch me with a chick, forgive me? (Uhh, now that, I don't know)
They spread rumors, will you defend me, tooth and nail? (Uh-huh)
They try to frame me, will you be there, till the truth prevail? (uhh)
(But would you be the same dude, when you blow the roof off sales
that you was, throwin rocks, at the Roof at 12, nigga?)
This is the truth I shell, till the loot gets frail
I put this on my nephews, from the smallest to the pale
Me and you ballin, from the heavens, or the hell
Won't let you hit the ground if I'm fallin myself
Now picture me leavin you in this cold world, rollin for delf
It's me and you in this old girl, we takin the belt
From the lows, to the highs, to the foes we shine
Just continue to be my Sunshine (uhhh)

Chorus 2X

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Stageside Presents: Jay-Z

2007-03-29T12:51:00.000-07:00

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Jay-Z: Jigga What, Jigga Who

2007-03-28T14:17:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Jigga What, Jigga Who
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch

Nigga what, nigga who?
Nigga what, nigga who?
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

[Jay-Z] -- first four lines overlap the section above
Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele
Take this ride 'til you feel it inside ya belly
If it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
*repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

[Jay-Z]
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, cause Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

Chorus (with variation in last line)

[Jay-Z]
Gotta vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw
two at me I threw fo' back, hold that
Let the dough stack, way before Biggs had the gold Ac'
Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through
with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggaz we invented the shit
I came into the business with this, The Originator, none greater
Jaz-O finish this shit

[Big Jaz]
Better learn, Jaz don't relax, stat ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga
like a third degree, see me shine so bright
Nigga I'm my light, runnin, rulin' with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
Heavyweight's light work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me
What? Cut a patient like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road
when you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info Jaz-O the CNN
forever touchin my work is beginnin you're endin
Nigga your style's no style my style's high style
C'mon, faggot nigga gotta take the gun home
The O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!)

Chorus (with variations)

[Amil-lion] * repeat to fade *
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

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Jay-Z feat. Lenny Kravitz: Guns And Roses

2007-03-28T14:10:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Guns And Roses
Yeah it's magic
Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D product you bastards
Come on
Ha hey yo stop playin man
This is real serious
Ha (It's the rock) yeah yo

[Jay-Z]
Post Postatono, Hov' hangin with Bono
You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you too can cool out poolside after Delano
And you too flow like you was out of your mind yo
And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonalds
Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know
And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA
Would make a mistake on the who know it stayed still in the way
Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play
They giveth and they taketh life is cool that way
But even a broken clock is right two times a day
You could have turned Guns into Roses like two times today
Now there's something you gotta say two times to Jay
I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way
Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action
Its safe when you play with skills, good luck could happen
Let's go

(C'mon) It's the Roc [repeat x4]
That's right

[Jay-Z]
It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
You got it criss-crossed ain't no turning me backwards
Too many District Attorneys concerned with the actions
Of one individual he's criminally attached
I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors
While dating all the models and actresses
I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio
Trying not to mess up my axis kid
On the road to riches through trafficking
Through rappining whatever's happening
Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren
Every time I get out they put me right back in
The Michael Corleone of the microphone
The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems
Have you ever known moss like a rolling stone
Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon

(C'mon) It's the Roc [x3]
(C'mon) That's right (C'mon)

[Lenny Kravitz: repeat x2]
Life is all about Guns and Roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, Guns and Roses

[Jay-Z]
More Guns then Roses, foes is, visibly shook of the invisible book, let's go
Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain
And in order to experience joy you need pain
Every time a baby is born, somebody slain
You know the saying, somebody's lose is another's gain
The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain
When the rainbow in the cloud comes out we do it again
Everything evens up, you just wait
Even a garbage can gets a steak
You ain't even a garbage can you have faith
But when it turns your way before it turns away
To turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay
You will get return in your investment if attention you pay let's go

(C'mon) It's the Roc [x3]
(C'mon) That's right (C'mon)

[Lenny Kravitz: repeat x2]
Life is all about Guns and Roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, Guns and Roses

Life is all about Guns and Roses

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Jay-Z: The Streets Is Watching

2007-03-28T14:05:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: The Streets Is Watching
Uh huh uh huh uh
Gee gee geyeah
Baby watchin streets
Uh huh uh huh uh
You don't have to look
Uh huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it check
Uh huh uh check

Look if I shoot you I'm brainless
But if you shoot me then you're famous what's a n*gga to do?
When the streets is watching blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break make your first mistake
Can't ignore it that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates
N*ggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on f*ck time
Y'all n*ggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all n*ggaz
tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale
The type to start a beef then, run to the cops
When I see you in the street got, one in the drop
Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some b*tches, in front of the drop
The streets is watching

*chorus*
When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it

Now it's hard not to kill n*ggaz
It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggaz, can't chill
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Sweet n*ggaz running 'round swearing sh*t is sweeter
Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader
Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer
Kidnap n*ggaz wanna steal ya
Broke n*ggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya
for the name, n*ggaz don't know the rules
Disrespectin the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plottin
Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on

*chorus*

My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money
we like armed co-defendants, n*gga we stick together
Sh*t whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around
Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now
Got a face too easy to trace, n*ggaz mouths got slow leaks
Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets
She got his face like Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send, n*ggaz the message
I said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare'
Hey there's money to be made and, n*ggaz got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer
Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff
had warrants, the other half, in the casket lay dormant
I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time
in my life I was getting money but it was like my concious was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that?
I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back
like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad
Was n*ggaz thinkin simplify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
and knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track
'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot
Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop
Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan
For three straight weeks, n*ggaz slaughtered the block
But you know the game is 'lluted, f*cked up me and my dues
One drop can wipe a n*gga out, faster than the cops
and this unstable way of living just, had to stop
Half of my n*ggaz got time, we done real things
By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all n*ggaz rhymes
Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets
The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, 'Sh*t why risk myself I just write it in rhymes
And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine'
The mindstate, of a n*gga who boosted the crime rate
so high in one city they send National Guards to get me
Ya dig?

The streets

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Jay-Z feat. Blackstreet: The City Is Mine

2007-03-28T14:02:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: The City Is Mine
[Jay-Z]
Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (Uh-uhh-uh, what what)
You belong to the night (Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah)
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Uhh, yeah
What the deal playboy, just rest your soul
I be holding it down yo still love the dough
Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go
Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow
Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns
And just like your spirit the commision remains
Niggaz can cross the T's and, dots the I's
Now that I got too popular to cop them pies
I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say shit
my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (The city is mine, what-what-what)
You belong to the night (Ge-ge-geyeah, uh-uhh-uh, pa-pau)
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night (The city is mine, that's right...)

[Verse Two: Jay-Z]

Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find
I'm like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind
About to redefine rap mami, either I'm
the illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin it
I read a article that said I was ruinin shit
But every time I look, I'm movin units in quick
So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split
and leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es
Soon it's the Jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my shit
Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shit
I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit
on the spot, fuck comin back twice to shit
How real is that? My floss game, still intact
Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that
Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89
and drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (The city is mine)
You belong to the night (Yeah, uhh, the city is mine)
In the river of darkness (Pa-pa, feel me)
He's a man of the night (Yeah, yeah, bounce, bounce)

[Verse Three: Jay-Z]

I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enough
Plus ya don't stay in the studio long enough
I make hits while y'all stay hatin and take bricks
Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
at the bar alchoholing her up
I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it right, I'm controllin the game
From now until they blow holes in my frame
I'ma stand firm, holdin my aim, feel me?
I'm the focal, point like Biggie in his prime
on the low though - shhhhh, the city is mine!

[Chorus]

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Jay-Z: Minority Report

2007-03-28T13:58:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Minority Report
People was poor before the hurricane came
But the down pour poured is like when Mary J. sang
Every day it rains, so every day the pain
But ignored them, and showed em the risk was to blame
For life is a chain, cause and effected
Niggas off the chain because they affected
It's a dirty game so whatever is effective
From weed to selling kane, gotta put that in effect
Wouldn't you loot, if you didn't have the loot?
Baby needed food and you stuck on the roof
Helicopter swooped down just to get a scoop
Through his telescopic lens but he didn't scoop you
The next five days, no help ensued
They called you a refugee because you seek refuge
The commander-in-chief just flew by
Did he stop? No, he had a couple seats
Just rude jet blue he’s not
Jet blue by the spot
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just dropped
hu,That woulda been something to watch
Helicopters doing fly-bys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored ‘em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just ‘cause they were poor kids
Left ‘em on they porches same old story in New Orleans
Silly rappers, because we got a couple Porches
MTV stopped by to film our fortresses
We forget the unfortunate

Sure I ponied up a mill, but I didn't give my time
So in reality I didn't give a dime, or a damn
I just put my monies in the hands of the same people that left my people stranded
Nothin' but a bandit
Left them folks abandoned
Damn, that money that we gave was just a band-aid
Can’t say we better off than we was before
In synopsis this is my minority report
Can’t say we better off than we was before
In synopsis this is my minority report

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Jay-Z & Linkin Park feat. Paul McCartney: Encore/Numb/Yesterday

2007-03-28T13:41:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Numb/Encore
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

Get em Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

What the hell are you waiting for

[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar

Lyrics: Yesterday
Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she
Had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said,
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

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Jay-Z with Linkin Park (studio time)

2007-03-28T13:37:00.001-07:00

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Jay-Z: In My Lifetime (Remix)

2007-03-28T13:30:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: In My Lifetime (Remix)
[Jay-Z]
It's the thought of a ride that make my eyes wide, I'm caught up
I'm trying to make, all of my dreams materialize, so I sorta
say my goodbyes to the straight and narrow
I found a new route, you bout to see my life change
I make the means justify the ends, I make the cream
materialize keys to a Benz, and so I'm rollin
For now, holdin down the fort, who's controllin?
The ground's gotta blow em, yep, y'all shoulda told em
Uhh, my first felony's approachin, copped my first key
Took a freeze, now I'm frozen
I bought a black Mac, I'm outta control
Losin bankrolls on blackjack, you gotta know
it always crossed my mind that Feds be tappin the lines like Gregory Hines
Still on the phone discussin my biz like it could never be mines
I know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs, and the rights
Still my blood flows ice, it's just my life

Chorus:

What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life?
*scratched "In my lifetime"*
What's the meaning, what's the meaning of life?
*scratched "In my lifetime"*

[Jay-Z]
I'm like the bass with the ass, splashin cold cash
The Big Willie get you chilly when I pass, brrrrrr
Is it, just a mirage all these girls thankin God
Is this, world my world, am I the star of stars?
Baby pimped out, I'm gettin too large and smokin cigars
All chicks is hollerin bout chica, the whole city's buzzin
wasn't checkin for me a dozen or so, months ago
Now I'm all they know, I'm a person
Lettin the Cristal's breathe at the Barnacle Bar
Under my sleeve, vernacular, 50 G's
I'm talkin big cheese, you gotta be down to dig these, uhh
Give me a rush like you wouldn't believe, my head's about to bust
Acceleratin what drives me, hope I don't gotta die
to see, see I can't lie to me
I know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights
Still my blood flows ice, it's just my life

Chorus 2X

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, from the beginning see we never seen the ending
Running up in all the women, all the linen, all the jewels, huh
We sported Pele's, gold diamonds and Pirelli's
Sports cars, the good life'll give you a belly but that's cool
as I, zone in the Al Capone, watch me
cause the Medusa's head on Versace turned me to stone
Now my poems just ain't poems, they bloody, when I recite em
Bones get disconnected like the phones
Now, I'm a hardened criminal with game
Like the Garden, all my penpals life controlled by the warden
Still the drill makes me blind to the fact
I could do real time, I'm a prisoner, of my crimes
Know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights
Now I'm, incarcerate for my life

Chorus 5X to fade

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Jay-Z: Who You Wit

2007-03-28T01:13:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Who You Wit
Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't Knock your Hustle for real, it's allright bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french
braids with the french name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexier than a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all
is like veg-etables in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on

*chorus*

Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes
I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's
Ya quita, me got more, see I ball
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop Bentleys
Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap
like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that
you be the same chick when you leave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit

*chorus*

You know the move's major, never minor
cause when you a true player, they never find ya
We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar
Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla
Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all
Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork
Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught
Had beef of all sort but I turned it around
Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground
I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound
Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down
Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us
Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us
Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there
Then I realized that it didn't make sense there
Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus
frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that
Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world
Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on

*chorus* (repeat 4X)

Beyatch!
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc the block, ahh
Laughin, it's on

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Jay-Z feat. Mary J. Blige: Song Cry (live)

2007-03-28T01:09:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Song Cry
The most incredible baby
Uhh - mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah.. uhh

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

[Jay-Z]
Good dudes - I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga got move like a crook move
We was together on the block since free lunch
We shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch
We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first class to change the forecast
Never in bunches, just me and you
I loved your point of view cause you held no punches
Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
Well somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin a mall down
Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down
I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
But deep inside a nigga so sick

[Chorus]
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

[Jay-Z]
On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me and My Bitch"
Watchin Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin to be that shit
Empty gun in your hand sayin, "Let me see that clip"
Shoppin sprees, pull out your Visa quick
A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped
Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it
It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me
Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And then they got FUZZY and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you..

[Chorus]
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
Yeah I seen 'em comin down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

[Jay-Z]
A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then?
You have given away without gettin at me
That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga livin was whack
But you don't get a nigga back like that!
Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had, just like that
I was just fuckin them girls, I was gon' get right back
They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever..
I'll mourn forever
Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

[Chorus]
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I know I seen 'em comin down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

[Jay-Z]
It's fucked up girl..

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Jay-Z on 106

2007-03-26T14:27:00.000-07:00

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Jay-Z: Song Cry

2007-03-26T14:08:00.000-07:00

Jay-Z feat. Beyonce: Bonnie and Clyde 03

2007-03-26T13:59:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Bonnie and Clyde 03
Uhh uhh uhh
You ready B? Let's go get 'em...

Look for me
Young B
Cruisin' down the westside highway
Doin' what we like to do our way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin' the gas, she's grabbin' the wheel, it's trippy
How hard she rides wit me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is durin' "Sex and the City"
She gets Carrie feva, but soon as the show's ova
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rida, and I'm a rolla
Put us togetha, how they gon' stop both us?
Whateva she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin' me focused
So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B, holla

Chorus:

Jay-Z: All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my
Girlfriend)
Beyonce: Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend (me and My
boyfriend)
Jay-Z: All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my
Girlfriend)
Beyonce: Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend (me and My
boyfriend)

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin'
Wit the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin'
That ain't 'bout nuttin' - if eva you mad about sunntin'
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin' this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work wit the kid
I keep you workin' that Hermes Birkin bag
Manolo Blahnik Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for Her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep!

Repeat Chorus

Jay-Z:

(Talk to 'em B)

Beyonce:

If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that somebody, teasin, was me
Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
(take 'em up top)
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothin' will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend (one more time)
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

Repeat Chorus

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Jay-Z: Encore

2007-03-26T13:54:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Encore
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

[Chorus]
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

[Verse One]
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

[Chorus - 1/2]

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}

[Verse Two]
[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

[Interlude]
OWWWW! It's star time
This man is MADE! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?
Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man
Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage
Say Hova, c'mon say it!
HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? [crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"]
Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout
They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!

[Jay-Z]
I like the way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin soulful man!
(Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Yeah [crowd still chanting] okay

[Verse Three]
So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two
You wanted to gain attention new dudes
I can get you BET and TRL too
You wanna be in the public, send your budget
Well fuck it, I ain't budgin!
Young did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all star-studded
Golfer above par like I putted
All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this?
You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust
Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit
A little somethin like this, WOO!

{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}
[piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly]

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Jay-Z: Dirt Off Your Shoulder

2007-03-26T13:49:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Dirt Off Your Shoulder
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga
I got you, yeah

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Verse One]
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Verse Two]
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real

[Chorus + Chorus Two]

[Verse Three]
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that black
I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive nigga ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

[Chorus + Chorus Two]

You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest

Best rapper alive, best rapper alive

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Jay-Z feat. Pharrell: Change Clothes

2007-03-26T13:43:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Change Clothes
[Intro: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]
woo, uh, uh, bounce is back
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, your boy is back
(Sexy sexy) I know y'all miss the bounce
Need to bounce for the sexy you know

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yeah ma, your dude is back, maybach roof is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain't got to argue about who could rap
Cause the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for stacks
I know the world glued you back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that
I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody 'gon Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi knight
The more space I get the better I write
(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay fresh to death, boy from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (so let's exchange numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (And girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
And I 'gon tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we could make this a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give afropuffs like R.A.G.E.
Awww you get If you could move it
Back it on up like a U Haul truck
Then run and tell them thugs you heard Hovi knew shit
He and the boy for real make beautiful music
He is to the east coast what Snoop is, to the west coast what Face is to Houston
Young Hov in the house is so necessary
No bra with that blouse is so necessary
No panties in jeans that's so necessary
Now why you frontin on me is that necessary
Do I to you look like a lame
Who don't understand a bra with a mean shoe game
Whose up on Dot Dot Dot and Vera Wang
Ma are you insane, let's just
(Woman speaking: What you want me to do?)

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay fresh to death, boy from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (so let's exchange numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (And girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

[Bridge: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]
Uh, uh (Sexy sexy) Woo!woo! (Ah ah!!!)
Uh huh woo!(Sexy sexy) It's so necessary ma) (Ah ah!!!)
Uh huh, woo! (Sexy sexy) That's right it's a groove (Ah ah!!!)
Uh huh, it's a groove (Sexy sexy) bring it back (Ah ah!!!!)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Young Hov in the house is so necessary
No bra with that blouse is so necessary
No panties in jeans it's so necessary
Why you frontin on me?
Let's go to my hotel cause this don't go well
With those S Dots, gotta stay fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop where the rest buy
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC shit or it's probably tailored
But y'all niggaS actin way to tough
Throw on a suit get it tapered up, and let's just

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay fresh to death, boy from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (So let's exchange numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (And girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me

[Outro: Jay-Z (Pharrell)]
(Ah ah!!!) Uh uh (Sexy sexy) woo! sing along (Ah ah!!!)
Yeah, uh (Sexy sexy) turn your radio up (Ah ah!!!)
Woo! (Sexy sexy) Put your hands in the air if your in the club (Ah ah!!!)
Uh! Snap your fingers now (Sexy sexy) uh, woo, uh (Ah ah!!!)woo!
Uh, uh, your boy is back
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh, your bounce is back
Uh, uh, woo, uh Hov is back,[laugh] peace [echoed] !!!

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Jay-Z: Friend Or Foe

2007-03-26T13:34:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Friend Or Foe
[Verse One]
Check one check two, you know what to do
Primo, cold crush when i give it to you
Friend or foe yo, state your biz
Ya tend to dough, ah , there it is
Me, i run the show, oh, and these kids
Don't like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit
You enterprisin though,
And i like it
But fuck with the big dogs though, i gotta bite ya,
Look, its out of my hands
And you gettin money round here, its not in the plans
So hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas
I'm sendin niggas back up in campuses
Chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses
Let me guess, they said it was money round here
And the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct?
Sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel
I'll take care of that , you'll see, now please
Give me the room key
You're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous
My crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous
So would ya, please put your hand back in sight
They don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right?
You draw, better be picasso, y'know the best
Cause if this is not so, ah, god bless
You leave me no choice, i leave you no voice
Believe me son i hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done
Now calm your boys,
Cause i'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise
Get the point, i'll let ya go,
Before ya leave,i guess i aughta let you know, i need those keys
And promise you never, no matter the weather
Evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo'

[Verse Two]
I'm done talking
Ran up in the spot gun smoking
Shot it in the air, one woke him
Sun-soaking, sweating in his bed like Dunlo
Thinking to himself what done provoked him
His thoughts is racing like a vulcan
I swear I saw a lightbulb when
He finally figured out who was the culprit
I said yeah, remember me from Friend or Foe when
I told you don't ever ever come around here no more
Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun - lay down
This time you're really going to listen to Jay now
I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize
I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be
Plus I had sympathy when we all wore rams with your keys
And it wasn't afterthought that maybe you'll try to revenge me
But I was like "Nah", Chromes had to know he was wrong
And if you caught me on the foul now you would sing me the same song
Plus you promised
And that's really no fun
Yeah I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns
And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms
Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon
But my mind's like a flower in bloom
*** my eyes just scower the room
I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out
You think you the first nigga I played out, in a 2 hotel town?
Come on now, I peep your Lexus at you
Left the exit got some niggas on that side of the town
Money well invested, rudely interrupted
Jamaican accents ***
A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with?
I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen
Do me a favor dude, get 2 ice cubes I pass them
Take that ice up, for the nicest MC
And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable
Friend or foe BIOTCH!

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Jay-Z on Jimmy Kimmel (live)

2007-03-26T13:03:00.000-07:00

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Jay-Z feat. Chrisette Michele: Lost One

2007-03-26T12:55:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Lost One
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's not a dis song, it's just a real song
Feel me?

I heard motherfuckers saying they made Hov
Made Hov say, "OK so, make another Hov"
Niggaz wasn't playing they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo
I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain't nothing left to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo'
Shoulda stayed in food and beverage
Too much flossing
Too much Sam Rothstein
I ain't a bitch but I gotta divorce them
Hov have to get the shallow shit up off him
And I ain't even want to be famous
Niggaz is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I ain't even know how it came to this
Except that fame is
The worst drug known to man
It's stronger than, heroin
When you could look in the mirror like, "There I am"
And still not see, what you've become
I know I'm guilty of it too but, not like them
You lost one

[Chorus w/ Marsha (Jay-Z)]
Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (You lost one)
Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion
You lost one

I don't think it's meant to be, be
But she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly, at twenty-three
I would probably love my work more than I did she
So B, ain't we
It's me, and her
'Cause what she prefers over me, is work
And that's, where we, differ
So I have to give her
Free, time, even if it hurts
So breathe, mami, it's deserved
You've been put on this earth to be
All you can be, like the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it's served
So I have to allow she, her, time to serve
The time's now for her
In time she'll mature
And maybe we, can be, we, again like we were
Finally, my time's too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain't fair
So yeah, she lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (Oh yeah, she lost one)
Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion
You lost one

My nephew died in the car I bought
So I'm under the belief it's partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me, but please, not that lord
Time don't go back, it go forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be explained, what caused it?
Such a beautiful soul, so pure, shit
Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'til that time, little man I'm nauseous
Your girlfriend's pregnant, the lord's gift
Almost lost my faith, that restored it
It's like having your life restarted
Can't wait for your child's life, to be a part of it
So now I'm child-like, waiting for a gift
To return, when I lost you, I lost it

Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (Colleek, I lost one)
Sorry I'm a champion, Colleek, you're a champion
You lost one

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Jay-Z & Phish: 99 Problems & Big Pimpin (live)

2007-03-26T12:47:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: 99 Problems
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

[Verse One]
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics they say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos
You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
I got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits well i don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as,
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus]
99 problems but the bitch aint one
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

[Verse Two]
The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake.
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' "
"Liscense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit
"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?"
"Or somebody important or somethin'?"
Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus]
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
if you havin girl problems
i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me

99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
if you havin girl problems
i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harrasin' them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems beeing a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus X3]

You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy

Lyrics: Big Pimpin
You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood
Keep 'em looking good
But I don't fuckin' feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talking 'bout what's the reasons
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust and believe 'em
In a cut where I keep 'em
'Til I need a nut
'Til I need to be (in) the guts
The it's beep-beep and I'm pickin 'em up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist incuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head
I'mma break bread
So you can be livin' it up
Shit I part's wit nothin
Y'all be frontin'
Me give my heart to a woman
Not for nothin' never happen'
I'll be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience and I hate waitin'
Hoe get your ass in

Chorus 1
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE
Check 'em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE
Yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE
Check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE
Yeah

Chorus 2
We doin' big pimpin, we spendin' cheese (Check 'em out now )
Big pimpin'
On B.L.A.P.'s
We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B.
Check em out now
(Repeat)

Hook 1
Nigga it's the big southern rappin pimp Presario
Coming straight up out the black bar-io (bar-rio)
Makes a Mil up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoe's start pointing and say "There he go!"
Now these muthafuckas know we carry more heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up your vocab
Don't be surprised if your hoe steps out wit' me
And you see us coming downon yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hate now, then you wait while
I get your bitch butt naked
Just break it
You gotta play like you ain't wet with two pairs of clothes on
Now get your ass to the back
As I fly to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breaking these hoes on
Hate the track that we flow's on
But when the shit get's hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigga-man
Who really don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, then throw it on the flip
Then blow with the muthafuckin' Jigga-man
Fool

Chorus 2
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s
We be big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B.

Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s
We be big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B.
Nigga

Hook 2
Uh, smoky-eyed, torn up, keepin' it lit up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood, they call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall
Nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rapping baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin', shinin', sippin' daily
No rest until whitey pays me
Uh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise

Chorus 2
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B.L.AP.'s
We be big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B.

Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.P.'s
We be big pimpin' down in PAT
It's just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and B.U.N.B.
Nigga

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Jay-Z: Dead Presidents (Part One)

2007-03-26T12:36:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Dead Presidents (Part One)
[Ja -Z]
Rock on
Roc-A-Fella y'all

[Chorus - Nas]
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x2]
I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me

[Jay-Z]
Well I was fit that wonderama shit
Me and my conglomerate
Share remain anonymous
Caught up in the finest shit
Live out by dreams until my heart get vowed
And while we crave you know exactly what the shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen I dish out
Like the point-guard off your favorite team without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
My mind was fine 'till the dough hit it
And told me that the mo' did it
And now it's closer shit and so I said it
I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin'
Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggaz be knockin',
Tryin' to strike a bargain,
Hopin' that they might get part in
Shit on me boy we got me pins and needles
And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil
Thoughts that this boughter feed you
Feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that
Got the city drinkin' Crystal raise up the fee
Rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me
My rise the riches surprise the bitches
Think harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Carter
G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up
Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up
All rhymers forget like Alzheimer's
Small timers I said it
I'm adressin' all drama torture

[Chorus][Nas]
I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x3]
I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me
[Repeat x1]

[Ja -Z]
So sick of niggaz
I want money like Cosby who wouldn't
It's this kind of talk that make me think
You probably ain't got no pudding
Niggaz got them kinda dreams from jet
You in the streets nigga
Make your move get your get your mail
Niggaz are coastin' the S.L. but can't post bail
Niggaz are roast the L.
But scared to throw your toast well
I'am here to tell niggaz it ain't all swell
It's heaven been in tell niggaz
One day your cruisin' in ya seven
Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies
Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up
Hit with the rico, they repo your vehicle
Everything was all good just a week ago
Bout to start bitchin' ain't you
Ready to start snitchin' ain't you
I forgive your weak ass hustlin' just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars
Hunnies that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn't be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's
East-coast parties, west-coast cap peelers
Little monkey niggaz turn gorilla's
Stoped in the station filled up on noctane
And now they not sane, and not playin'
That goes without sayin'
Slangin' day in and day out
With money playin' then they play you out
Tryin' to escape my own mind
Lurkin' the enemy representin' infinite
With presidencies you know

[Chorus][Nas]
Dead Presidents to represent me [x4]
I'm our for presidents to represent me [x7]
I'm our for Dead Presidents to represent me

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Jay-Z: D'Evils (live)

2007-03-26T12:31:00.000-07:00

Lyics: D'Evils
This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We're all trying to win, but then again
Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much
You know they're trying to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills, poison my body
I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on
all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils...

We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted
Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense
Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties
now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still
close
Don't cry, it is to be
In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils...

My flesh, no nigga could test
My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses
The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie
You don't know me, but the whole world owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo
Got me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils...

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Jay-Z: Fade To Black Concert (44 min)

2007-03-26T06:47:00.000-07:00

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Jay-Z & Linkin Park: Lying From You/Dirt Off Your Shoulder

2007-03-25T13:58:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Lying From You/Dirt Off Your Shoulder
[Mike Shinoda]
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just
(trying to bend the truth)
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'm
(Lying my way from you)

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Verse One]
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Verse Two]
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real

[Mike Shinoda & Chester]

I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be
Remember listening to all of that and this again
So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in
And now you think this person really is me and I'm
(Trying to bend the truth)
But the more I push the more I'm pulling away 'cuz I'm

[Chorus]
(Lying my way from you)
No no turning back now
(I wanna be pushed aside so let me go)
No no turning back now
(Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone)
No turning back now
(Anywhere on my own cuz I can see)
No no turning back now
(The very worst part of you)
(The very worst part of you is ME)

This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This

[Chorus]
(You)
No turning back now
(I wanna be pushed aside so let me go)
No no turning back now
(Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone)
No turning back now
(Anywhere on my own cuz I can see)
No no turning back now
(The very worst part of you)
(The very worst part of you is me)

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Jay-Z: Girls, Girls, Girls (feat. Biz Markie, Slick Rick, Q-Tip)

2007-03-25T13:41:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Girls, Girls, Girls
[Jay-Z]
Girls I love you.. I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah

[Jay-Z]
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don't know how to act
Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, cherie amor, t£ est belle
Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell
I got this indian squaw the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I love

[Tip] Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon

[Jay-Z]
I got this young chick, she so immature
She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean
Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene
God damn she's fine but she parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model
That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tahoe
That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem with my first class seat
I love

[Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

[Jay-Z]
I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru
She got a cousin at customs that get shit through
Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit
Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick'
Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man
I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull
She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"
I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass
you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Mami's a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov'
Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow
I got so many girls across the globe..

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

[Jay]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls..

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Jay-Z: Can I Get A...

2007-03-25T13:37:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Can I Get A...
[Jay-Z]
What? Well fuck you... bitch

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 MORNING
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 bitches 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 DROPPIN?
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 FUCK YOU
to these bitches 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 bitches
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 FUCK 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" Shit!
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
Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be dickin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Makin em feel, slutted 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 bitches
VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz
I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us
If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked 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, bitch, 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

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Jay-Z: Excuse Me Miss

2007-03-25T13:29:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Excuse Me Miss
(Jay Z)
You can't roll a blunt to this one,
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J.
You gotta puff a J on this one. (inhales)
You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one,
You gotta drink Crist-ALL. Woo!
Buy some red wine, a little Gocha 9-7
This is for the grown and sexy,
Uhh!

(Pharrell - over penultimate line to intro)
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Ex-cuse me; what's your name?

(Jay Z)
Yeah, can I get my groove in on someone,
'cause I see some ladies tonight
that should be hangin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z

(Pharrell)
So hot to trot.. la-dy!

(Jay Z + Pharrell)
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come , hang with me?
Possibly. Can I take you out, to-night

You already know what it's hittin for.
Ma I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sittin on.
50/50 venture with them S dots kickin off.
Armadale poppin now, only bring a nigga more.
Only thing missin is a Missus.
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers.
Got one chef, one maid. All I need is a partner
to play spades with the cards up, All trust!
Who else you gon' run with, the truth is us
Only dudes movin units - em, Pimp Juice and us.
It's the Roc in here!
Maebach outside got rocks n air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it the clearport.
Therefore, I don't wanna hear more,
back and forth about who's hot as Young, holla!

(Pharrell)
Sex-cuse me... damn!
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it. La-dy

(Jay Z)
I got my Gocha 9-7 on right now,
You gotta puff a J to this one.
Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy.

(Pharrell)
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Ex-cuse me; what's your name? (AOWW!)

(Jay Z)
Cause I see some ladies tonight
that should be rollin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z

(Pharrell)
So hot to trot.. la-dy! What's your name?
(Jay Z)
Cause I see some ladies tonight
that should be rollin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
(Pharrell)
You're so foxy girl.. you're so hot to trot..

(Jay Z)
Everybody's like, 'He's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'
Now she don't like him, she never met him.
Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won't let 'em.
He don't need 'em, so he treats 'em like he treats 'em.
Better them than me, she don't agree with him.
She's mad at that, he's not havin that,
so those opposites attract like mag-a-nets.
She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin along
with a flashy nigga braggin on the song.
She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that.
He 2 ways her, so she writes back.
Smiley faces after all of her phrases.
Either she the one or I'm caught in the matrix.
Fuck it, let the Fish-burn
Red or green pill, you live and you learn. C'mon!

(Pharrell)
Sex-cuse me... damn!

(Jay Z)
You gotta throw on your fine linens for this one

(Pahrrell)
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it. La-dy

(Jay Z)
You might go, you mighta gotta go get you some Scooby Doo's.
Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo's; those are shoes by the way.

(Pharrell)
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it

(Jay Z)
Gotta throw on Scooby Doo's, hehehehe

(Pharrell)
Ex-cuse me; what's your name? You so foxy girl
So hot to trot.. la-dy! What's your name?

(Jay Z)
This for the grown and sexy. Only for the grown and sexy. Uh.

(Pharrell) Lady. What's your name?

(Jay-Z) Woo!

(Pharrell)
You're so foxy girl.. you're so hot to trot..

(Jay Z)
Love let's go half on a son. I know my past ain't one.
You can easily get past, but that chapter is done.
But I'm done readin for now.
Remember spades face up, you can believe him for now.
But ma you got a f'real f'serious role.
I'm bout to give you all the keys and security codes.
'Bout to show you where the cheese, let you know I ain't playin.
But, before I jump out the window, what's your name?

(Pharrell)
Sex-cuse me... damn!
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it. La-dy
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it.

(Pharrell)
Ex-cuse me; what's your name? You're so foxy girl..
So hot to trot..
La-dy! What's your name? You're so foxy girl.. You're so hot to trot..

(Jay Z)
Woo!

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Jay-Z: 99 Problems

2007-03-25T13:25:00.000-07:00

Jay-Z: Hey Papi

2007-03-25T13:14:00.000-07:00

Lyrics: Hey Papi
[Timbaland (Jay-Z)]
All my mamis bounce, uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bounce with me)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh yeah-yea-yeah, yeah-yea-yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Freaky-freaky...

[Jay-Z]
Ay yo I got a resolution
This year I'm playing right
No six fifteen this year
You can stay the night
We can go bowling it ain't like before
Can't y'all see that I'm growing?
I was so immature
I was young and having money
Having honeys come to the crib
Thinkin' they shit and they couldn't get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn't get pass the bridge
I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses'
No room service just snacks and shit
Work with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks I was fiendin' to smash
Let 'em lean on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I'm off that playa shit
I need a chick that practice Tai Chi
That still can buy weed
And can give me some good head
And I'll make her remind me, uh-huh

[Jay-Z (Amil)]
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo, yo, yo, yo the only thing Bleek spinning is
Them chrome wheels spinning on them new rims
Home suspended from school again
I'm grown, still ill ladies love to be a deal, like Bleek
Can I feel up on your wood and grill?
It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain
She give me good brain
Love the way I push my slang
Callin' my jack soon as the hop in my V
They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And I'm from Marcy you catch me on anybody's block
Rappin' thug, the Roc
Hoes they all clock like

[Jay-Z (Amil)]
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying

[Jay-Z]
I was the worse
I used to switch chicks every day
Had niggas mad for real like "I wish he was gay"
Cause they knew sooner or later hun was gettin' with Jay
Just a matter of time she was gettin' with Jay
I'll have your chick in the summer tropics sippin' on 'zae
Spittin' up in the Pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade
She used to love ya, but she feeling different today
You used to smother her, look at your honey slippin' away
Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space
She said she feel free when she's around me
I'm letting her do her and in turn she's doing me
She on the phone with her friends like how cool is she

[Jay-Z (Amil)]
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi!)

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Jay-Z feat. Linkin Park: Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer (live)

2006-11-27T14:00:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer
If your havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

Got Mike
He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
They don't play out hits well we don't give a shit SO
All these mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don't know what you take us as
or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga we ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now i ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So i...pull over to the side of the road
And i heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?
"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or somethin?"
Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there i go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African
All because ths fool was horrasin them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one

99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

Shut up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up when I'm talking to you
Shut up, shut up, shut up

I'm about to BREAK

Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got 99 problems
And I'm about to
Break

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Jay-Z feat. Linkin Park: Numb/Encore

2006-11-27T13:55:00.000-08:00

Jay-Z: Show Me What You Got

2006-11-27T13:43:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Show Me What You Got
Intro:
This is a state of emergency
What you want me to do? I’m sorry. I’m back

Haha
Lets Go Get Em Just!

Hook:
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
Uh Huh

Show me what you got lil mama
Show me what you got pretty lady
Show me what you got shawty
Show me what you got baby

Hands up
and wave (Flava Flav: show em what you got)
and wave (Flava Flav: show em what you got)
and wave (show em what you got)
and wave

1st Verse:
Give the drummer some
I already gave the summer some
It’s the winter’s turn
Hovie Hov is the coldest
I’m just getting better with time
I’m like Opus
One Young, no two alike like a snowflake
Ok, Show me what you got babe
Words is slurring engine purring
Mami frontin but I’m so determined
Shots of patron now she’s in a zone
I ain’t talking about the 2-3
Mami in the zone like the homie 2-3
Jordan or James
Makes no difference boo I’m ballin the same
I am the Mike Jordan of recording
You might want to fall back from recording
But you right it’s not important
So it forced him to go for the hype
For being brave and they may applaud him
Well misery I will assure them
Aww baby just ignore them
Truth or dare mami listen and learn
I got a drop I just took off the top
It’s your turn

Hook:
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
Uh Huh

Show me what you got lil mama
Show me what you got pretty lady
Show me what you got shawty
Show me what you got baby

Hands up
and wave
and wave
and wave
and wave

Show me what you got lil mama
Show me what you got pretty lady
Show me what you got shawty
Show me what you got baby

Hands up and wave (Flava Flav: show em what you got)
and wave (Flava Flav: show em what you got)
and wave (show em what you got)
and wave

2nd Verse:
H.O.V.A.
Gold bottles of that ace of spade
Why even fool with these other guys? They all stingy
All these dudes know how to say is ‘gimmie’
Gimmie some ass, Give me some brain
Give me your number, gimmie your name
But if I get one night baby girl I swear
I’ll make you tell these other dudes gimmie got you here
I’ll take you shopping, take long trips
I’ll take the cork off, you can take sips
I’ll take you there, take my time
Take your clothes off, I’ll take off mine
Ma, show me what you got
Hovi in the spot tried to told you I was hot
Tell these other dudes it’s a wrap
Get the f**k out the throne you clone
The King’s Back!

Yall got less than 2 months to get yall thing together. Good luck!

Hook 2x

Ladies and gentlemen the most incredible!
H.O...Uh Huh..H.O...Uh Huh, he's back! Uh Uh
Justin Blaze and the Blazettes
Rocafella Records
The Dynasty continues, y'all die
Uh Huh...Peace

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Jay-Z feat. UGK: Big Pimpin

2006-11-27T13:20:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Big Pimpin
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

[Chorus One: Jay-Z]
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

[Bun B]
Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

[Chorus Two: Bun B]
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga

[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

[Chorus Two]

[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up

[Chorus]

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Jay-Z

2006-11-27T13:01:00.000-08:00

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Shawn Corey Carter (born December 4, 1969), better known by his stage name Jay-Z, is an American rapper and current president and CEO of Def Jam and Roc-A-Fella Records. He has been one of the most successful American rappers of the past decade. In 2006, an MTV list named him the "Greatest MC Of All Time". [1]

Known for his use of freestyling abilities, flow, and blending of street and popular hip hop, Jay-Z became one of the most respected rappers in the music industry before his declared retirement in 2004. He is admired for his ability to craft lyrics from memory, without the use of pen and paper [2] (he claims his critically acclaimed album The Blueprint was written in only two days).[3] He also returned from retirement in October 2006; his new album Kingdom Come was released November 21st.

Along with Damon "Dame" Dash and Kareem "Biggs" Burke, Jay-Z was one of the founders of Roc-A-Fella Records, a hip-hop record label which also launched the careers of artists such as Beanie Sigel, Kanye West, Memphis Bleek, Young Gunz, Freeway, and Teairra Marí. (Jay-Z - Wikipedia)

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BUG Mafia: Poveste Fara Sfarsit (live)

2006-11-24T05:10:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Poveste Fara Sfarsit
[Refren]
[Catalina]
De multe ori ma-ntreb, oare cat o sa mai tina,
Oare cati or sa plece si-or sa vina?
Poate e un drum gresit,
E-o poveste fara sfarsit.

[Uzzi]
Sant Uzzi, de data asta tin expres,
Am spus pe 4 albume dar cred ca nimeni n-a-nteles.
Stiu ca multi cunosc ce inseamna viata de cartier,
Dar nu stiu cati recunosc ca sant cu totul altfel.
Pentru voi toti, baieti de cartier,
Respect ca ati plecat de jos nu va-ti imbogatit direct,
Ati trecut prin tot, palme, vorbe si durere
Singuri ati trait si singuri ati facut avere.
Stiu si eu prea bine cum e sa cresti in cartier,
Bagaboante, pesti, bani, masini si golani.
Mereu sa se ridice cate unu' mai in fata,
Bafta tie, smechere, o sa te respect pe viata.
Zi de zi alt smecher o sa faca loc la altu',
Plecand de jos, e mai usor sa faci saltul.
Daca intelegi ce vreau sa spun.
G-yeah, pe ciordeala, pe mangleala, asta-i modul rau sau bun.
Multi o sa judece gresit si multi o sa respecte,
Cei nascuti, crescuti aici cunosc prea multe aspecte.
Ocolesc s-o spun pe fata, suna a jelit,
Pentru cei din cartier e o poveste fara sfarsit.

[Refren]

[Tataee]
Zi si noapte-n cartier, noapte si zi in cartier,
Totu' s-a schimbat si totu' e la fel.
Pentru baietii de pe strada, dedic,
La toti ceilalti despre cartier va explic.
Ma doare inima cand ma uit la borfasii mei,
Cand vad ca pe zi ce trece devin tot mai rai.
Si-mi amintesc cum radeam acum o vreme,
Acum nu-i mai vad razand, doar cand au seringa-n vene.
Smenari de la colt sunt tot la fel,
Masina insa din Audi 80 acum e 600,
Semn ca banii lor fac pamantul, frate, sa se-nvarta,
Si daca nu ma crezi vin-o-n cartier sa vezi.
Poate intr-o zi o mama plange ca baiatul ei s-a dus,
Tot atunci una ce naste rade c-are unu-n plus.
Yeah, in cartier viata nu s-a oprit,
As putea sa povestesc la nesfarsit.

[Refren]

[Caddy]
In cartier e la fel ca la inchisoare,
Daca nu poti sa iesi afara trebuie sa fi tare,
Caci ban la ban si paduche la paduche trage,
Cei de sus nu te asculta nici nu-ti dau pace.
Firar' mama lor, al dracu' sa fie,
Caci nu-ti aduc nici macar o bucurie.
Baietii se tarasc prin cartier din ce mai rau,
Unii ajung la viermi, iar altii la bulau.
Altii se ridica si fac banu gros,
Viata e nedreapta daca ramai jos,
Asa-i in cartier nu trebuie sa te dai la fund,
Lupti cu pumnii tragi cu dintii ca sa ai mai mult.
Nici un senator n-a coborat vreodata in cartier,
Nici un deputat nu a stiut ce inseamna lefter,
Iar eu sunt de acolo de unde tu nici nu gandesti,
Unde soarele rasare doar daca-l platesti.

[Refren]

Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Mafia: Poezie De Strada

2006-11-24T04:54:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Poezie De Strada
Fratii, shmenarii, peshtii, hotii
Drogatii, tarfele, gaborii, toti stiu
Cortina n-o sa cada nici daca-mi fac astia sicriu
Pentru c-atunci o sa fiu viu,
Prin tine stiu sa pun strada pe CD
A fi sau a nu fi
In cartier poezia-i viata, versurile sunt banii
Zilele trec, trec anii din ce în ce mai repede
Viitor nelimitat, poti sa mori nimeni sa afle
E asa cum a fost si cum va fi întotdeauna
Pentru totdeauna, pe strada conteaza suma
Si tot ce tzine de respect nu dai nu ai
Nu mai vrea nimeni sa munceasca acum pe 50 de parai
Nivelul de trai, tre' sa ti-l furi
Daca esti destept poate-o sa fii liber sa te bucuri
Iti dedic ce fac daca atarni de-un fir de atza
Si stai drept parte-n parte poezie de viata.

[Refren]
Pot sa beau, sa ma trezesc si sa ma-mbat din nou
Dar un lucru n-am sa uit: vreodata banii pe show
Pot sa dau non-stop si dau din suflet pentru tine
Poezie de strada despre cei ca mine.
Pot sa fumez, sa ma trezesc si sa fumez din nou
Dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show
Pot sa dau non-stop si dau din suflet pentru tine
Poezie de strada despre cei ca mine.

II:
Se spune: nici un viitor pentru golanii de pe strada
Nimic pentru ei nimic, las' sa cada
Nici Banica nu a vrut sa se duca la pushcarie
Dar nu e mereu asa cum ai vrea sa fie
Mai ales daca tu nu faci nimic pentru tine
Mai ales daca-ti faci mai mult rau decât bine
Ne doare-n fix în pula despre lege, da' stop!
Legea din cartier nu lasa nimic, deloc
Am ales sa fac asta, fiindca altceva n-a fost
Si am sa fac bani din asta pentru ca altfel n-are rost
Fara pop, fara rock, fara r'n'b
Fara gabori deghizati si tarfe cu pretentzii
Am multe de futut si multe de facut
Asa ca despre prosti n-am sa vorbesc, doar îi fut
Baietii mei sunt tot, reprezint Pantelimon
Dedic pentru toata Romania, g-Yeah!

III(x3):
Am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost
Si vreau sa fac bani altfel n-are rost.

[Refren]

IV:
Nu am pact cu diavolu', da' nici cu Dumnezeu
Poti sa-mi spui borfash, bagabond, derbedeu
Poti sa-mi spui cum vrei ca nu imi pasa
Cei pe care ii iubesc ma asteapta acasa
Daca-i vorba despre rasa atunci zic ca sunt latin
Inc-o data pentru bagabontzii care ma sustzin
Sirenele se-aud in cartier
Vine garda sa ne bage dupa gratiile de fier
Nu am decat iubire pentru fata mea Diana
Pentru Chifla si Luana, pentru Uzzi si Liana
Tataee m-a-nvatat sa pun primu' vers pe foaie
Intotdeauna pentru totdeauna în familie
Se stie, cu greu pe felie suntem iara
Plecati pe undeva pe la vreun concert in tara
E vara, tarfele sunt iar pe strada
Si ele fac parte din treaba asta murdara
Baietii de cartier sunt tentati sa faca multe
Noroc ca-i cineva acolo sus sa-i asculte
Mai ridic un pahar si inchin pentru cartier
Cu baietii mei aici la un alt nivel.

[Refren]
III(x2)

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BUG Mafia: Strazile

2006-11-24T04:45:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Strazile
E locul in care n-ai curaj n-ai cum sa vrei
E posibil s-o dai, dar e probabil s-o iei
Ca atata smecherie in Las Vegas mai vezi
Si cum se schimba uni-n curve nici nu-ti vine sa crezi
E capitala Romaniei, e Bucuresti
E mai mult decat atat, e sa dovedesti
Romanii si romancele, tiganii si tigancile
Guvernu, banii, gaborii, gainari
Puscaria si anii, cartieru si veteranii
Copiii si drogurile, armele, drogurile
Tre' sa intelegi treburile frate
Pe strada dai de toate, combinate.
Amestecate, peste poate este greu
Aici ne facem treaba, aici cu noi vei fi mereu
Nu e nici un sfat de dat, nici un contract de semnat.
Suntem Mafia pe viata, frati de fapt.

[Refren]
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.

Prezint solutii radicale ca toti baietii buni
Care au ridicat imperii in afaceri ilegale
Ca-n strada poti sa te alegi cu ranile tale
Atunci cand armele zambesc in felinare.
In continuare bulangii toarna si rastoarna tot,
Liderii adevarati palesc ca un boboc.
Prezint solutii radicale ca toti baietii buni
Care au ridicat imperii in afaceri ilegale
Ca-n strada poti sa te alegi cu ranile tale
Atunci cand armele zambesc in felinare.
In continuare bulangii toarna si rastoarna tot,
Liderii adevarati palesc ca un boboc de floare.

[Refren]
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.

Suntem Mafia pe viata, frati de fapt...

Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.

E locul in care n-ai curaj n-ai cum sa vrei
E posibil s-o dai, dar e probabil s-o iei
Ca atata smecherie in Las Vegas mai vezi
Si cum se schimba uni-n curve nici nu-ti vine sa crezi
E capitala Romaniei, e Bucuresti
E mai mult decat atat, e sa dovedesti
Romanii si romancele, tiganii si tigancile
Guvernu, banii, gaborii, gainari
Puscaria si anii, cartieru si veteranii
Copiii si drogurile, armele, drogurile
Tre' sa intelegi treburile frate
Pe strada dai de toate, combinate.
Amestecate, peste poate este greu
Aici ne facem treaba, aici cu noi vei fi mereu
Nu e nici un sfat de dat, nici un contract de semnat.
Suntem Mafia pe viata, frati de fapt.

[Refren]
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.
Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.

Suntem Mafia pe viata, frati de fapt...

Poti sa spui rugaciuni, sa se intample minuni
Dar ce e semeni acum, fugi fugi, vin baieti buni.

Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Magia: Hai Sa Fim High (live)

2006-11-24T04:38:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Hai Sa Fim High
[Refren x2]
Hai cu noi sa fii high, (alright)
Hai cu noi e sa fii high, (alright)

I:
O ard la joint, o ard la pipa, o ard pe iarba,
Sunt direct derutat, panicat, stresat., g-yeah
Caddy langa mine, l-am pierdut
Blank, blank, joint, joint, e cazu' sa ma mut
Ruta 77, bine frate sunt departe
Doua bucati cartier intr-un apartament frate
Suntem latini fan Jamaica, direct din Romania
G-yeah, striga Pantelimonu', da curaj
Gaborii pe filaj acuzatii de ultraj
Sunt varza 77 zile-ale saptaminii
Bag joint dupa joint, pana-o sa cada plamanii
Incet, incet, incet se desteapta
Lumea nu mai e la fel de idioata
Cand fumez marijuana vad exact cum e
Cand fumez marijuana inteleg de ce
Am spus ca HIGH.

[Refren x2]

II:
Fumam la-la zi de zi,
Mainile in aer ca sa vad ca si tu stii
Daca stii pontu' cu jointu' trage fumu'
Daca stii pontu' cu fumu' nu-i da drumu'
Tine drumul pe ruta 77 La Familia
S-o s-alergi mai repede decit Asprilla
Ca Bob Marley, Caddy bag Mary grupa mare
Si-acum il las pe Puya s-abereze-n continuare.

III:
Muzica mea iti face femeia sa danseze
Rimele mele-ti fac femeia sa viseze HIGH
Dai un fum si-o sa vezi ca da din fese
O sa vrea sa se cupleze cu oricine da' nu cu tine
Hai sa fim HIGH arata-i ca si tu ai
Ceva mai bun, la fel de mare da' se face scrum
Si te ajuta sa treci peste probleme, belele
Peste durere toarna un pic de placere
S-a umplut ti se pare fericirea-i trecatoare
O iei din rahaturile vietii, eu din o tigare
Chemati gaborii sa vina sa ma ia
Nu e vine mea (marijuana), allright
Poate sunt pierdut sau poate am ceva in plus
Poate sunt baiat-baiat sau poate sunt chiar dus
Ce rost are asa-i mai tare hai sa fim HIGH
Si pe-urma raspunde la intrebare.

[Refren]

Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Mafia: Dupa Blocuri

2006-11-24T04:28:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Dupa Blocuri
Dupa blocurile gri stam noi, majoritatea,
Sunt mai inalte la sosea sa nu se vada foamea,
Sa nu se vada baietii care-i prostesc pe prosti
Si fetele care noaptea vand pizda la colt.
O buna parte nu produce pentru comunitate.
Ma intreb cum asa, nu se platesc taxe?
Au venit de doua, trei, ori ca sa ceara bani
Si au luat-o la muie pe bani.
Spaga este cea care te scoate din cacat,
Un politist, un procuror, un senator si ai scapat.
Gigi, de ce e rau si e si bine,
Uite-te cum zi de zi, apar alte limuzine
Si se-ntampla deseori sa mai vezi un cersetor
Si sa-ti spuna cineva frate' asta a fost doctor.
Deci daca vrei tratament, hai dupa blocuri
Si-o sa-ti faca toti ai mei rand pa rand electro-socuri!

[Refren]
Dupa blocuri suntem noi, sa ne-ntelegi mai bine. D
upa blocuri suntem noi care te facem pe tine.
Fraierii sa taca scriem zi de zi pe foaie,
Fiindca totul in cartier se bazeaza pe coaie.

Multi ar vrea sa iasa,
Sa scape de dupa blocuri,
Sa traiasca linistiti undeva in alte locuri.
Aici e ca la noi si doar noi putem sa stim(cum e?)
Asa cum simtim, asa cum traim.
Cum pula mea sa fie altfel cand te doare-asa?
De cand sunt eu aici nimic nu s-a schimbat.
Aceleasi blocuri gri si dupa ele faci de toate,
Dintre noi toti multi,scapa cine poate.
Poate ca guvernul te vede curva frate'
Din banii care-i faci, la ei ajung jumate'.
Si atunci ce sa faci, sa supravietuiesti?
Te gandesti sa tepuiesti, te gandesti sa jefuiesti.
Sa te combini si tu la ceva sa iasa in plus,
Sa faci bani, sa traiesti, sa fii un pic mai sus.
Nu stiu ce crezi tu, poate nu este ca mine,
Dar cu banii-n buzunar te simti mult mai bine!

[Refren]

Asa vrem noi sa fie, ca asa e, ca sa e bine.
Totul intre noi si nici o treaba cu nimeni.
Stam pregatiti pentru orice,oricum,oricand,
Ia mai dai in pula mea pe toti care nu sunt.
Care vor sa faca parte si ei din cacat,
Care vorbesc despre fapte fiindca asa e adevarat.
Dupa blocuri suntem noi sa ne intelegi mai bine,
Dupa blocuri suntem noi care te facem pe tine.
Ne facem loc ca sa ne fie noua bine, e normal.
Peste lege, peste mila, peste patul de spital.
Sunt zile bune sau rele, ramane totul aici,
Si-atata timp cat ai cazier nu prea conteaza ce zici.
Asa ca tot ce-a ramas de facut, aia facem,
Traim cum stim, producem bani si tacem.
Iti luam si femeia sa ne suga de pula,
Dupa blocuri suntem noi care te futem in gura.

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Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Mafia feat. Adriana Vlad: Pantelimonu Petrece

2006-11-24T04:20:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Pantelimonu Petrece
Hei aceasta noapte este o noapte speciala
E o petrecere`n cartier si nu vreau s`o pierd din greseala.
Asteptam cu nerabdare dar mai e pana diseara
Fara arme si batai,
Nimeni n`o sa moara.

Inca este 3 si toti sunt la baschet
Ma imbrac in trening
Iau tigara din pachet
Si ma`ntalnesc cu cativa sa mergem la teren
Restul ne asteapta acolo
Se intrec la semn.
Jucam vreo doua ore
Echipa noastra e cea mai tare
Tre` sa plecam sa fim gata fiecare
Ca inainte de bairam dam o raita prin oras
Avem afaceri de incheiat cu niste vechi borfasi.
Pe la 8 in colt umplem vreo 3 masini
Rotile scot fum frate cand pornim
Acum ca avem bani agatam si niste fete
La noapte suntem la bairam si trebe sa avem ce...
Ce...

Refren:
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelimoooon

Acum avem hashis, femei si bautura
Suntem gata de petrecut hai frate inca o tura
Dupa ce ne mai plimbam mergem direct la loc
Bairamul a inceput,
casa a luat foc
Este aici lumea buna,
Tot cartierul ridicati mainile
A venit carteru`.
Deabea acuma paranghelia incepe cu adevarat
Avem un hashis ne`apucam de fumat
Doua trei jointuri tot bairamul e in transa...
PTMoarte, femeile danseaza pe masa
Cu muzica la maxim de la inceput
Stau toate puse in linie si dau din cur.
Isi onduiesc corpu` de te fac pilaf
De incepi sa ai inchipuiri cu ele in cearsaf
Asa ca nu mai stati,
Haideti si voi
Sa vedeti cum e in PTM cand petrecem noi!

Refren:
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelimoooon

Inca un bairam marfa in pantelimon
Doi cate doi se duc pe rand catre dormitor
ca treaba s`a incins si toti au chef de sex
Un amic de al meu face avere cu durex.
Se bea, se fumeaza si se danseaza
Si va fi la fel de tare pana cand se lumineaza.
Cel care a dat bairamul a ramas singur acasa,
Ma`sa si tacsu se intorc maine dupaamiaza.
Mai e mult de petrecut
Nimeni nu s-a saturat
Poate doar vecinii care se plimba pe langa pat
Dar ce sa ii faci,
E sambata noaptea
Si se stie ca noi nu dormim in ziua a a 7`a.
O sa ne distram, n`o sa ne oprim,
Sa continue bairamul ne dorim
Decat toata viata fraier,
Mai bine o zi rege
Asa ca hai cu noi pantelimon petrece.

Refren:
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelimonu petrece... toata noaptea...
Pantelïmoooon

Raporteaza o eroare

Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Mafia feat. Nico: Cine E Cu Noi

2006-11-24T04:14:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Cine E Cu Noi
Cine e cu noi striga : OOO (3x)
Cine e cu Mafia striga : OOO

Dau 3000 de gabori pe 30 de femei care sa strige tare :"Uzi`si bate joc de ei " !
Ziaristii in continuare prezeaza despre noi
Nu ne`ati facut voi v`am facut noi pe voi .
Fraerii o ard la bot, Frate sunt tari.
Dar nu se poate sunt vulgari se dau si mari.
Dau 2000 de gioinuturi la 20 de baieti care sa va rupa`n cap si mai vedeti ce scrieti
Stil Mafiot..la fel ca`n 98' ...fetele se freak pe Hip_hop in club.
E 20 , 02 e aproape la fel, se procedeaza la fel ..dar la un alt nivel !
Un fel de Tony Montana in Romania fac tot posibilu sa evit puscaria
Ca Leonard Doroftei sunt Campion Mondial ma aflu in..in... treaba fara adversar

[Nico]
Priveste bine pe langa tine
Ca ai putea sa intelegi ceva
Ai grija ce faci
Cu cine te bagi
Si vezi cum poti
Sa fi peste toti

Cine e cu noi striga : OOO (3x)
Cine e cu Mafia striga : OOO

An dupa an..cu banu' pe primu plan
Reprezint baietii care au dolaru`n buzunar
Fac istorie, in plina glorie pun pe foaie
Operatinea CASA
Cu Uzi si Tataee
Fara ei nu stiu cum as fi trait, fara bani,
Fara micorfon, fara B U G
As fi fost ca Dracula fara sange
Ca maestru Lacatus fara minge
Sunt acelasi pe care tie`ti place sa`l urasti
Nascut si crescut pe strazile din Bucuresti
Baieti cu doua fete, care vor sa te invete
Mai mult cum sa le dai decat sa iei, atentie
Teoria conspiratiei funcioneaza
Am baieti peste baieti la care apeleaza
A venit si politia cu munitia
Nimeni n`o sa poata sa opreasca Mafia !

[Nico]
Priveste bine pe langa tine
Ca ai putea sa intelegi ceva
Ai grija ce faci
Cucine te bagi
Si vezi cum poti
Sa fi peste toti

Cine e cu noi striga : OOO (3x)
Cine e cu Mafia striga : OOO

Nu exista nici o limita la ce`as putea sa fac
Au trecut atatia ani
Lectia o am in cap
Si sunt cateva treburi ce s`au schimbat in cartier
Dar baietii sunt fel, rechinii ies ca la apel
Toti dupa Bani, dupa ce le trebuie
Cativa dintre ei stiu cand sa traga linie
Pentru ca scopu de a face bani
Aici nu s`a schimbat
Dar metoda a evoluat
Si s`au afiliat la
Firme, organizatii, internet
Tehnica a ajuns sa fie cea care face diferenta
Dar multi nu si`au dat inca seama
Ca un celular, zi de zi crezi si tu c-o sa te`arunce la gopar
Restu: sti ca`n viata inseamna mult
Sa te ridici in picioare
Doar cand ai ceva de spus
Ia`o ca pe`un sfat sau ia`o tu ca pe ce vrei
E si baietii mei suntem in Mileniul 3

[Nico]
Priveste bine pe langa tine
Ca ai putea sa intelegi ceva
Ai grija ce faci
Cu cine te bagi
Si vezi cum poti
Sa fi peste toti

Cine e cu noi striga : OOO (3x)
Cine e cu Mafia striga : OOO

Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Mafia feat. Villy: Un 2 Si Trei De 0

2006-11-24T04:08:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Un 2 Si Trei De 0
I:
Caddy ma numesc din SE Bucuresti
Vin s-atac primul loc in top sa-mi iau banu'
E anu' 2000, tarfele sa dea din fese
Baietii care stiu shampanie sa verse
Cineva ma-ntreba daca-mi place viata mea
I-am raspuns ca vine a doua, dupa mama.
Fraierii se-agita prea mult timp
Direct din cartier m-am intors cu un hit
Umblu-ncet si sigur ca un Caddillac
O ratzushca sta pe lac, o impusc in cap:
"Vino la mine ca vin la tine ca e caldura mare
Vino la soare, vino la mare, sa ti-o trag intre picioare"
Intelegi, astea le aud zi de zi
Dar Caddy este aici sa te scape daca stii
E 2000 iti reamintesc, dau pentru mileniul III
Vino mai in fatza sa producem niste lei.

[Refren x2]
Nu e nimic pe lumea asta la fel
Ca viata pe care-o am in cartier
Strazile mi-arata tot ce trebuie sa stiu
Am 2000 de motive ca sa fiu cum vrea sa fiu.

II:
Stai asa, pun microfonu-n felul meu
Da, frate, tobele cumva ca sa zic si eu mai greu
Acelasi tempo, alt ritm sa-ti faca varza boxele
Intotdeauna pentru totdeauna este numele
Runda a saptea stii si tu, mancatorii se tin de coaie
Veteranii inteleg mai bine versul lu' Tataee
Baietii de miezul noptii aresteaza microfonul
Si tarfele pe tocuri dau intotdeauna tonul
Stii ca nimic nu e la fel ca un joint prea plin
Doar B.U.G. Mafia in fatza ta
Tin sa precizez ce conteaza pentru mine
Familia, tovarasii, fanii, banii si cu anii
Vreau tot sau nimic la fel ca fenta lui Dobrin
Acum intrec adversarul cu V8-ul si ii spun
Fa niste poze cu Mafia, poate asa
O sa te futa femeia ta cum face campioana mea
Nu uita, cand eu zic 1-2 baietii sar
Si tu te-ntrebi de ce ai doar hartii cu 3 de 0-n buzunar.

[Refren x2]

III:
Fac versuri nu doar rime, sa-ti intre-n cap bine
Intamplarile noastre in cuvinte pentru tine
E anu' 2000, cartieru' meu e tot aici
Poti sa intri dar ai grija ce zici
Foarte important de stiut:
Nimeni nu te-asculta daca n-ai nimic de spus
Mai important e ca: in 2000 s-a intors Mafia
Microfonul se imbiba de talent
T.H.C, TBC si supradoza sentiment
Nu trebuie sa ceri, iti dau exact ce vrei
Io, Tataee, Caddy, toti baietii mei
Multumesc Dumnezeului meu, care-o fi
Si multumesc Dumnezeului meu, Easy-E
Am inceput sa pun pe foaie tot ce simt, tot ce fac
Romania a-nceput sa dea din cap pe hip-hop.

[Refren x2]

Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Mafia feat. Villy: O Lume Nebuna

2006-11-24T04:00:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: O Lume Nebuna
I:
Frate, cand te-ai nascut erai plecat dar mi-amintesc si-acum
Cand m-am intors si te-am vazut, erai cat un pumn
Timpu'-a trecut, acum ai noua ani jumate
Incepi sa experimentezi din viata cat se poate
Si toate te atrag si-n curand o sa doresti
Ca sunt multe de facut pe strazile din Bucuresti
In primul rand fereste-te de heroina ca de dracu'
Si daca incepi sa bei nu iti rupe capu'
Nu te apuca de furt, inselaciuni si japca
Ca tu ai sansa sa urmezi o cale mult mai dreapta
Indiferent, nu da inapoi atunci cand ai dreptate
Dar nici n-o arde aiurea, frate
Stiu ca de la frati ar trebui sa te astepti la bine
Dar sa fii pregatit pentru necazul care vine
Fiindca lumea e nebuna si rea dintotdeauna
Frate, daca poti, tu sa fii mai bun ca ea.

[Refren]
Stai....
E prea devreme acum...
Inca mai poti sa visezi...
Lumea nu e crezi
Nu te grabi sa o vezi...

II:
Nu e despre mine sau despre tovarasii mei
Sau despre fratii mei, dar daca ei sunt cei
Care te fac sa vrei sa fii ca ei, hai sa-ti zic ceva:
Fratii sunt tot frati cand tovarasii sunt 'pa'
Asa ca da, ai incredere in cine crezi
Si vezi ce faci, sa nu faci tot ce vezi
Ca vezi whisky, bei cu sticla, faci combinatii
Gandesti, ai si tu o varsta, te grabesti sa cresti
Nu, ia inchipuie-ti acum altceva
Uite familia ta la inmormantarea ta
Nu arati prea bine, plange maica-ta
Dac-ar putea ar vrea sa moara si ea
Asa de mic ai murit, te-ai grabit (esti mort!)
Mult prea mic in lumea asta nebuna de tot
Ce cacate zic din partea mea, sa mor
Poti sa bagi heroina pana mori.

[Refren]

III:
Lumea e nebuna, vad copii cu ani mai multi ca mine
Cu parul alb ce inca nu disting rau de bine
Dau sentimente grele in cuvinte fine pentru tine
Esti impotriva tuturor de mic, retzine
N-ai inca buletin dar de copilarie ai uitat de mic
Si gandurile-ti stau la smecherie, la bogatie
Tu stii ca despre saracie se pot face multe filme insa nu vreo comedie ?
Si e o zi proasta, o luna proasta, sau deja un an prost
Se-ntreaba maica-ta si tu esti furios ca esti neputincios
Incepi sa furi fara folos ca nu esti norocos
Si viata se transforma in haos
Prea mult pentru un copil stresat, ingrijorat
De toate greutatile care ii cad in spate peste noapte
Nu-ti dau voie sa respiri, te apasa
Poate cineva sa te aduca inapoi la realitate ?
Da. Tu. Nu-ti risca viata pentru niste fise
Nici daca pare c-ai in fatza usi inchise
Tine doar de tine ca prin fapte si cuvinte zise
Sa te-apropii de ce numesti acum vise.

[Refren]

Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Mafia feat. Loredana: Lumea E A Mea

2006-11-24T03:48:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Lumea E A Mea
[Tataee]
Ma uit in fiecare zi la mama si la tata
Parca sunt tot mai obositi, mi se pune pata
Vad cum cad baietii de langa mine,ii tot mai greu
Si incet, incet la fel se duce si sufletul meu
Vino acum ,ia-ma sus ingerash
S-a adunat prea multa suferintza si umilintza
Chiar daca mai vezi oamenii zambind si totul pare bine
Numai banii conteaza, doar asta tine
In cartier tre' sa fii prea baiat-baiat
Sa stai drept, sa nu lasi capul plecat
Respect pentru cartierul meu Pantelimon
M-a invatat sa rezist, sa nu mor.

[Refren x4]
Ridica-ma la cer

[Caddy]
Sa vina ingerii sa ma ridice la cer
Acum cat lumea e a mea sunt baiat de cartier
Nu ma las (nu ma las) cat am un avantaj
Pariez pe tot ce vreau, imi pun viatza gaj
Numai Dumnezeu stie daca gresesc
Dar eu lupt in continuare, n-o sa ma opresc
O sa reusesc sa tin lumea la degetul mic
Cand m-am nascut in lumea mea n-am primit nimic
Decat spirit de luptator ca sa supravietuiesc
Caci la capat doar campionii se-ntalnesc
Sunt singur contra lumii si totusi lumea e a mea
Unii nu ma inteleg, zi-le Loredana !

[Loredana]
Orasul asta cu o mie de porti
Cu mii de povesti spuse-n sute de nopti
E-o lume in care e loc pentru toti
Cu zeci de destine trase la sorti
E-o lume in care poti sa te pierzi
Cu vise in care inca mai crezi
Lumea e a mea!
Lumea e a mea!

[Refren]
Ridica-ma la cer, sunt ingerul (ingerul) tau
Ridica-ma la cer, sunt ingerashul tau.

[Uzzi]
Am o gramada de fratzi care traiesc aici cu gandu':
Oare cand toate astea or sa se termine (or sa se termine) ?
Reprezint strada, un mod de viatza de care tie nici nu-ti pasa
E chiar in fatza, (e chiar in fatza), e chiar in fatza
Iti explic chiar acum despre cartier (despre cartier)
Oare stii cum e, doar o plimbare la alt nivel
Ai sa vezi la coltz de strada niste lucruri pe care n-ai sa le-ntelegi
Tu n-ai trait, tu n-ai vazut, tu doar te bucuri
Nimeni n-o sa poata sa ne schimbe pe noi vreodata
Cineva sau ceva in cartier, niciodata
Ma rog pentru baietzii mei, cred, sper
Vreau ingerii sa vina sa ne ridïce la cer, g-yeah !

[Refren]

Tags: BUG Mafia, Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hip Hop, Hip Hop Videos

BUG Mafia feat. Adriana: Viata Noastra

2006-11-24T03:44:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Viata Noastra
Copii voi stati cuminti!
E Timpul ca adultii sa isi iasa din minti!
Sa cumpere masinii, haine si bijuterii
Telefoane, vibratoare si ecrane LCD
Suntem normali avem doar nevoii speciale!
Acoperite de sume proportionale
Mai mult sau mai putin legale,
Fara mishto!
Vreau o mie,un milion, o tona de Euro!
Planul e facut,
Sunt gata sa-l execut!
Nu o sa cersesc, nu ma umilesc, nu ii imprumut!
Fara rezidenta la penitenciar!
Fara sa ma sitilizeze un gabor,
Cu creta pe trotuar!
Sunt actionar la SC Strazile
Imi apar si imi ajut aproapele!
Profit de moment, si candva cu alai
O sa ma duc sa servesc un Mai-Tai in Hawaii

[Refren]
Cand viata e ca un castel de nisip
Stiu bine, promit sa profit doar un pic
Vreau mult sentiment, vreau sa simt ca iubesc
Si ultima clipa sa simt ca traiesc

O sa ajungi la Balageanca de destept ce esti
Si te trezesti ca n-ai realizat nimic sa imbatranesti
Te-ai gandit toata viata cum sa faci sa fie bine
Asta cand toata bucuria a trecut pe langa tine
Imi place,
Sa inebunesc cand vad o tarfa beata in dress
Clasa business dornica de sex
Sa inebunesc, iubesc sa fumez un cui,
Ca sa ma duca fix la dracu sa ii dau si lui!
Si muzica sa cante, si bani sa ai
Si ai grija sa ii cheltui pana ajungi in rai
Dar ai grija sa ii cheltui pana ajungi in rai
Ca poate Dumnezeu e FISC-ul si tu tre sa ii dai!
Tu dormi...Nu dormii!
Daca sti frate sa furi, fura tu cum stii!
Daca poti frate sa bei, atunci bea tu pentru toti!
Daca ai omorat un om, scapa tu cum poti!

[Refren]

Pe strazi fara garzii
Pe unde se aduna brigazi
Pe unde unii stau trezii
La fel ca berile in lazii
Pe acolo vin usor mergand catre viitor
Fara teama ca vine o zi cand mor
Deci, daca zici si tu simti la fel
Sigur pretuiesti faptul ca esti liber
Ca cineva ti-a zis candva ca momentul in viata asta til mai faci si cu mana ta!
E chiar asa!, ba chiar mai bine, til poti cumpara!
Daca ai de retras o suma care inchide banca!
Da dincolo de asta aici e vorba de onoare, de coloane vertebrale, nu de parale!
Asa ca ce e cel mai important sau mai presus:
Sa imi traiesc viata si sa ies cu capul sus!
Ca stiu ca pot sa plec cand vreau eu,
Dar am sa plec, cum se zïce
Cand vrea Dumnezeu
Acuma canta!

[Refren x2]

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BUG Mafia: Romaneste

2006-11-24T03:35:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Romaneste
I:
Taci, taci, taci ! Taci dracu'!
Daca mai scoti un cuvant cred ca-mi explodeaza capu'
Esti senator, dai sperante pe la televizor
Cand tu de fapt vrei doar sa furi in viitor
Te acuz de abuz,
Furi viitorul meu si al altor cateva milioane de romani
Si eu ti-o dau la muie
Nu accept si nu suport pe unul care cauta ciresa ca s-o infiga in tort
Ce ne mai povestesti tu, ne omori cu zile
La fiecare patru ani oferi pastile ca un traficant de bile
Da' cu costum, camasa alba si cu cravata
Nu reprezinti decat o pata pe acea harta
Facuta pentru noi toti din ganduri de mai bine ale unor oameni morti
Romaneste iti spun, daca este se compar
Ar trebui eliberati toti cei din penitenciar.

Refren(x3):
(Ca) Tu esti ala care-mi spune mie
Ca tu vrei sa m-ajuti sa traiesc
Cand tu vrei sa-mi dai moartea in dar
Nu eu, tu ar trebui sa fii la penitenciar.

II:
E din ce in ce mai rau insa tu vorbesti de bine
Promiti de fiecare data zile mai senine
Lumea e satula de atata cacat
Pe care tu l-ai mancat la fiecare mandat
Adica tu esti ala care ne-ngroapa de vii
Care ne fura si ultima sansa de a trai.
Esti doar un amator de viata buna in pula mea
In rest, doar te doare in pula
Copiii se nasc fara nici un viitor
Deci domnule ministru, deputat sau senator
Cand tu apari mereu cu masca ta
La fel si tot de atatea ori iti doresc eu tie moartea.
Lacomia ta e mare pentru o tara in care
Trebuie sa furi ca sa iti iei mancare
Romaneste iti spun, daca este se compar
Ar trebui eliberati toti cei din penitenciar.

Refren(x3)

III:
Nu cumva tu mi-ai furat o vila, o masina
O urma de speranta sa mai ies la lumina
Nu mai spune tu ce e bine si ce nu
Nu vorbi tu de dreptate ca nu stii ce inseamna, frate
Nu e nici o vrajeala, nu e nici o caterinca
Fur de la tine, intelegi de ce, fiindca..
Un copil fura dintr-un magazin, ia 4 ani
Un minstru corupt, ce face el...doarme pe bani
Il fut in gat, ii iau tot si traiesc ca el
Si sa traiasca el ca mine fara bani in cartier
La acelasi nivel cu toata lumea din strada
Sa se gandeasca la ce pula sa puna pe masa
Ca daca eu sunt criminal, tu ce esti, unul legal
A, da, tu esti un criminal legal.
Romaneste iti spun, daca este se compar
Ar trebui eliberati toti cei din penitencïar.

Refren(x3)
Tu !

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BUG Mafia

2006-11-24T02:49:00.000-08:00

Available videos:

B.U.G. Mafia (Bucharest UnderGround Mafia) is a Bucharest based hip hop crew (founded in 1993), and is among the first hip hop groups in Romania. They are gangsta rappers, who generally rap about life in the their poor neighborhood, Pantelimon; subjects include poverty, crimes, corruption, money, but they also criticize the political class in Romania. B.U.G. Mafia are very popular in Romania.

The band recorded their first album, Mafia in January 1995. The group appeared on the World Hip Hop compilation album, released in Madrid, Spain: members Uzzi, Tataee and Caddy are included with the song "Cine e cu noi?" ("Who's With Us?"), along with another Romanian artist, Nico. The song was originally released on the 2002 album B.U.G. Mafia prezintă CASA ("B.U.G. Mafia presents CASA"). (BUG Mafia - Wikipedia)

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Snoop Dogg: Ups & Down + Interview (live at Letterman Show)

2006-11-23T14:58:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Ups & Down/Bang Out
[ad-lib]
Every dog has his day
Another thirty nine inch thick classic (yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah)
Girl, as i sit here thinking to myself
There is no one for you but me, and i mean that
And i think about all the things we've been through
Like arguing and fighting for example
You know the love we have for each other
It tends to out weigh what do to another
Ya know my granddaddy use to always say
Ya know he used to say it like this

[chorus]
There will be, ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe
There will be, ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe
There will be, ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe

[verse]
What up motherfuckers? this snoop dogg
Im trying to figure out how the fuck im gonna do y'all
Hanging with my homie from the turf, thats young q-ball
Giving me the word on the street, heres the scoop y'all
The niggaz from the eastsidaz split up (split up)
And one of 'em tried to fuck yo' shit up (what?)
Naw cuz, dont believe that, thats my nigga for life
Im out with the bullshit, im in with the real shit
Im at the church doing work, spittin game from the pulpit
Now thats the buisness, and god is my witness
L-B-C-2-1-3 hell yeah, we in this
Its so relentless, and all my dogs up against the life sentence
I love y'all, like i love no bitch, and thats real shit
Or some CRIP shit, homie dig this

[chorus]
There will be,ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe
There will be,ups and downs,smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe
There will be,ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe

[verse]
I used to have a lot broads that i don't fool with
I used to have a lot of homeboys i aint cool with
A lot of people that a nigga used to go to school with
Happy as hell to see the big dog doin it
But what none of them would believe though (what?)
That i would be bigger the kurtis blow
I guess he was right, these are the breaks
Despite my mistakes and aches, im gettin' cake
To realize your fate through faith, (through faith)
Cause we all gon' get that day (for what)
To see if our life was straight
And to see if we'll be able to walk through those pearly gates (yeah?)
To see the man upstairs, on some real talk homie
Im tired of being stuck here
If i could i would fly to the moon (zoom)
Y'all probably think im trippin off deeze mushrooms (i know)

[chorus]
There will be, ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe
There will be, ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe
There will be, ups and downs,
Smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe

[ad-lib]
Now as i think back to the words my grand-daddy used to say
I never seen him in church, but he always had the word
He would always tell me! sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad
You gotta do bad in order to do good

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Snoop Dogg: Ain't No Fun (live)

2006-11-23T14:51:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Ain't No Fun
Intro:

You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick
On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys
A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery
here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that
slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick

Verse One: Nate Dogg

When I met you last night baby
Before you opened up your gap
I had respect for ya lady
But now I take it all back
Cause you gave me all your pussy
And ya even licked my balls
Leave your number on the cabinet
And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call
Next time I'm feelin kinda horny
You can come on over, and I'll break you off
And if you can't fuck, that day, baby
Just lay back, and open your mouth
Cause I have never
met a girl
That I love
in the whole wide world

Verse Two: Kurupt

Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke
I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke
I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me
Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes
That's somethin I learned in the pound
so how the fuck am I supposed
to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
I know the pussy's mine, I'ma fuck a couple more times
And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me
And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me
i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!

Chorus: (repeat 4X)

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

Guess who back in the motherfuckin house
With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
Cuz when bitches get scandolous and pull a voodoo
What you gon do? You really don't know
So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe
Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch
Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop
Doggy, I'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it
Cause you know I don't love em

Verse Four: Warren G

Whoa!
Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
One for the money, two for the bitches
Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches
In my Chevy, six-fo' Rag to be exact
With bitches on my side, and bitches on back
So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get
on your knees and then start jugglin
these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth
It's me, Warren G the nigga with the glock
Whoo!

Chorus

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Snoop Dogg feat. Jamel Debbouzze: Mission Cleopatra

2006-11-23T14:46:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Mission Cleopatra
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, believe it
J-A-M-E-L with tha Bigg D-O-double-G (Woof!)
D-A-Z, DPG family, ooh wee (ooh wee!)
Yeah yeah... (*crow*)

You say you wanna party wit us, well
C'mon baby lemme see you get up, and
Quit playin' and do what I'm sayin'
We got a whole lot of fools if you plan on stayin, WE'RE ALL THE SAME
No matta where you at, in tha Bentley or,
Or in tha ghetto,
We keep tha hot metal
Settle down, and pass it around
Cause we havin' a good time while I'm in your town
French eyes and with French fries and French thighs
It's D-O-double-G and I'ma do it to ya ten times
Flizzy, hizzigh, wizzie
Operation Cleopatra, comin' right at 'cha
J-A-M-E-L,
I'm trynna holla at you homie pick up yo cell
DPG, hell yeah I got som suckaz on my tail
could you make 'em bail...

(Jamel Debbouzze)
Ca fait plaisir!

[Hook](Jamel Debbouzze) [Snoop Dogg]
We gonna party (pour voir les meufs!)
So get the party started (Eh vous habitez où?)
We gonna party [We gonna shake it up... do it to ya... uuh!]
We gonna party (yeeahh!)
So get the party strated (Mais c'est super!)
We gonna party [We gonna set the mood on the groove!]

[Jamel Debbouzze] (Snoop Dogg)
You say you wanna party with us, well
C'mon baby lemme see you get up, and
And what's my motherfuckin' name? (JAMEL! Snoop Dogg ...)
(*laughters*)
Dogg Jamel c'est mon nouveau prénom
C'est comme ça qu'Snoop Dogg il a dit qu'j'm'appelle et il a raison
Eh les gars, (ooh wee ooh wee) moi c'est Dogg Jamel! (winny winny)
O.K "We all the same" ça veut dire on est les même
SNOOP!
Ton copain là-bas qui fume d'la weed
(*arab*) de mon copain Hamed
Hamed, la weed, ti suite ti suite, la weed (PARTY!)
Ti suite tous les jours y'a des gens qui m'énervent
Snoop et moi on aimerait bien les voir avec un minerve
Mais pas la peine d'se vénère
Ce soir on va s'la faire.. (Check this out... CHUUUCH!)

[Hook] (Snoop Dogg)
We gonna party (CHUUUCH!)
So get the party started (c'mon sing it... CHUUUCH!)
We gonna party (sing it wit me c'mon... CHUUUCH!)
(Everybody c'mon, CHUUUCH!)
We gonna party (Yeah sing it.. CHUUUCH! A little louder!)
So get the party started (CHUUUCH!)
We gonna party (Yea yeah... nuttin' but a party y'all, party y'all....)

[Jamel Debbouzze] (Snoop Dogg)
Trappes, LA, la même
Les mêmes p'tits traffics, les mêmes remises de peine (Yeah man!)
Ah ah... You know what I'm sayin'. Dogg Jamel! (Check this out)

[Hook 2] (all) [Jamel Debbouzze]Party party party (Dogg Jamel) [Yeah!]
(Dogg Jamel) [Ok!] (Dogg Jamel)
Party party party (Dogg Jamel, Dogg Jamel) [Alain Chabat!) (Dogg Jamel)
Party party party(Dogg Jamel) [*Astérix!*] (Dogg Jamel)

CHUUUCH! [On y va les gars! Tout le monde tout le monde!] (CHUUUCH! C'mon
sing... CHUUUCH!)
(Sing it wit me c'mon... CHUUUCH!)
(Everybody c'mon CHUUUCH!)
We gonna party (Yeah, sing it CHUUUCH!)
So get the party started (CHUUUCH!... A lil' louder!)
We gonna party (CHUUUCH! Yea yeah. It'w what I'm talkin' about)
[In the break-a zone!]

We gonna party (Bigg Top Selecta)[yeah]
We gonna party (Bigg Snoopy D-O-double-Gizzle... CHUUUCH!)
(With my nephew Jamizzle) [Jamizzle!]
(Fo shizzle dizzle, it's off the hizzzle! fo rizneal!) [fo rizneal!]
(Can you fizzle?) [Can you fizzle?]
(Oh!) [Oh, il est pas content!]
(You don't hear what I'm talkin' about... You can hear me don't you hear but ya
fell me don'tchu don'tchu don'tchu?)
(Woogie woogie) [woogie woogie!]
(Boogie boggie!)
(Doggy Doggy!) [Doggy doggy!]
(I got that smokey smokey!) [smokey smokey]
(Don't you wanna smokey smokey?)

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Snoop Dogg: Doggfather

2006-11-23T14:31:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Doggfather

(Snoop)
I know you gonna dig this

(Timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
Dig this

(Timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh say what

Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that

(Timbaland)
Uh huh uh huh
Say what say what

Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that

Snoop:
When I wizake up in the mornin (say what)
And I get up out my bizzed (say what)
I feel gizood, oh yes i dizoo (uh)
cuz I still can give it up on yizoo (huh)
Cuz what is all i look fizzor (uh)
In the fizee where the papers lizzone (uh-huh)
But as for mizee, I own gizees (what)
When im bustin rizzocks and ya know that (ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky)
I put down more hits than mafioso niggaz (uh-huh)
And Lucky Luciano bout to sing soprano
And I know, I know the way it feels (uh-huh)
And baby bubba we gon keep it on the real (huh huh huh)
Just to getcha caught up in amazement (yeahhh, what)
We talkin to Cubans, so it might get dangerous (yeah, uh)
Now when it izzoo, people said oh dizzamn (uh-huh)
And let the bizzow wizzow ride the trizail ha ha (uh-huh)
How you feelin, I'm on the ceilin,
ridin like a villain makin the killins,
thrillin the crowd (uh-huh)
With my new hairdo (hairdo)
Outbiddin you (fo sho)
Fifty dollar socks credit thousand dollar shoes (uh-huh)
Man I give the blues to the sucka M.C.'s, who you be?
You know who I be, young nigga

Chorus:
Snoop, (Timbaland):
I'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, I'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha)
And ya know that, I'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, I'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)

Snoop:
Lets make a move for this paper, where we rollin dog?(uh-huh)
We gots to get paid, make ya money all yall (what)
When I step to the stage in my g-boy stance (what)
And say a few rhymes that make your girl wanna dance
I'm so fly like a dove, I come from up above
You're trippin on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga dont beat her, cause if you beat em, ya dont need em
Yeah they gon have your baby,
watch how fast they take your freedom (what, uh-huh)
I believe em, and dont mistreat em, I stay up on em (what)
But thats one to grow on nigga, let me flow on (cuzz)
Cause uh, you could rock to the rhythm you see (what)
But you could rock to the rhythm on me..(uh-huh) me.. (uh-huh) me..
But when you do your thang make sure you do your thang
On the hang, and everythang is everythang
Man, I'm on this paper chase
Like them whiteboy D.A.'s was on the case (uh-huh)
But you know I aint tryin to floss but
Murder was the murder was the case that they lost
(murda murda murda murda)

chorus

Snoop:
Now do anybody in the house remember
when there wasnt no Snoop Dogg? (yeah)
There was no rappers hollerin LBC,
am I trippin yall? (hell naw)
Now, when I grow up I wanna be like Snoop, mad pussy and women
As we do from the beginnin (uh-huh)
In and out of the Boz Hotel, they say your family dont know me
Hold on homie, thats phony, informal
Say, tell, L's in jail, vest before test,
no one in my click fell (what)
The females with the almighty fatherly
Cuz we thinkin bout peeps, what they need
And it ain't no party like this kind (say what)
Cause you feelin where we make it hizzot
But I'ma get back to the grizzats,
Snoop D O double G comin back for a remizzax

chorus

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin?
(dogg, da-dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg) (fatha, fatha, fatha, fatha)
It's all about the gangstas, son
(dogg, da-dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg)
And you know that (fatha, fatha fatha fatha fatha)
I'm the doggfatha

(Timbaland)
Say what? And I'm the pimp fatha, ha

Snoop:
Ha ha, I'm the dogg fatha

(Timbaland)
Say what? And I'm the Timbaland fatha, ha ha
What
One time
For that mind, mind
Uh huh,uh huh uh huh
What
Ha, ain't nobody do it like me
Ha, from the southside, you see
From the V-A, to the L-A
What
Da-dogg da-dogg fatha fatha
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh, what
Say what

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Snoop Dogg: Tha Shiznit (live)

2006-11-23T14:24:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Tha Shiznit
Verse One:

Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit
When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it
I lay back in the cut retain myself
Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth
How can I makes my grip
And how should I make that nigga straight slip
Set trip, gotta get him for his grip
as i dip around the corner, now i'm on a-nother
mission, wishin, upon a star
Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar
In the back of the limo no demo, this is the real
Breakin niggaz down like Evander Holyfield, chill
to the next Episode
I make money, and I really don't love hoes
Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops
But now I, make, hits, every single day
With, that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut, motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Verse Two:

Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is
Snoop Dogg on the mic i'm about as crazy as Biz
Markie, spark the, chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut
Niggaz try to play the D-O-G like a mutt
I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop
I'm fin to fuck a bitch, what's her name it's Luke
You tried to see me, on the TV, youse a B.G.
D-O-double-G, yes I'ma O.G.
You can't see my homey Dr. Dre
So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say
Gotta take a trip to the MIA
And serve your ass with a motherfuckin AK
You, can't, see, the D-O-double-G, cuz that be me
i'm servin um, swervin in the Coupe
The Lexus, flexes, from Long Beach to Texas
Sexist, hoes, they wanna get witht his
Cuz Snoop Dogg is the shit, beeeitch!

Verse Three:

Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled
So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble
Grab it, have it, stick it to the plug
It's Snoop, Doggy, I got a got a fat dub
Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc
Need myself a lighter so I can't take a smoke
I toke everyday, I loc everyday
With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Lay back in the cut, like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
Cuz they know about the shit that we be goin through
And they know about the shit that I be puttin up
And they be knowin bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic
Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon
Is Dr. Drizzay, so lizzay, and plizzay
With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein
No I'm not European bein all I can
When I put the motherfuckin mic in my hand, and
You don't understand when i'm kickin
Cuz Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
Listen to me, cuz I do you like you wanna be done
Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm
Dum, diddy-dum here I come
With the gat and the guitar was strung, I'm
not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was
When I caught you slippin, I'm gon catch you then I peel your cap
Snapped back, relax
Ya better not be slippin with them deez on the '83 Cadillac
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

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Snoop Dogg feat. Mia X: Slow Down

2006-11-23T14:07:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Slow Down
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Ohhhhhhhhh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets

[Snoop]
Life ain't nothing but a big old twist
A lot of times when I'm smoking
I'm doing that just to reminisce
It's funny, on how shit be
A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me
But look here, I work hard for all the things I got
And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors
But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke
Bitch niggas don't deserve to kick it with rich niggas
Nigga we seven figure niggas
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop niggas in rap
And when we get to spittin' make sure y'all step back
You with that? Cause if you ain't clown,
We from the D-O double G, we groupie true, and slow down

Slow down (slow down now) cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(I can't take the heat, I can't take the heat)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Ohhhhhhhhhh, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets

[Mia X]
Ayyo Snoop (I used to)
I used to cook up dope, ride with niggas
Know about the hits, hang with killas
Take the broads down for the jailhouse visits
Keep my bed warm with a cutthroat nigga
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping hit the club and then ???
Never had a day without no drama
Half the OG's age, but they call me Mama
Had the ganja overstuffed in the hefty bag
Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad
I never thought about my life I swear y'all, for real
Until my best friend Jill got killed and then I
Dropped to my knees and called to the Lord
Please change my ways cause I'm living too hard
And too foul, how I'm gon' raise a child
When I'm out here buck wild, damn, I had to slow down

Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets (Slow down baby)
Slow down, cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down, slow down)
It's wicked in these streets

[Mia X]
Yeah, I slow my roll down to a pimp strut
And started putting all this game on records for my come up
From sun up to sun down, I'm trying to get my money
Hata's ain't gon' stop me cause hatas can't run me
It's funny when a bitch was livin' foul
Every body seemed glad, but now they ?????
Cause I'm flossing, boss ballin' guilt free
And Feds can't take shit from me, so slow down

[Snoop]
I got niggas shot niggas drop niggas for fun
I ????? from these shoulders, I don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and niggas don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't neva eva, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you get lit

Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas
Slow down (slow down), cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(I can't take the heat)
It's wicked in these streets (It's wicked in the street)
Slow down, (I can't take the heat no more) cause I can't take the heat
Slow down (I can't take it) it's wicked in these streets
Slow down (slow down) cause I can't take the heat
(Slow down) Slow down
Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas
Slow down slow down
Slow your roll tuck your heat and watch the hatas

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Snoop Dogg: Murder Was The Case

2006-11-23T14:02:00.000-08:00

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Lyrics: Murder Was The Case
[Verse One]

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed

[Chorus]

Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

[Verse Two]

I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

[Chorus]

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Snoop Dogg: "Blue Carpet Treatment" Album Party

2006-11-23T13:58:00.000-08:00

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Snoop Dogg feat. Lil Jon & Trina: Step Yo Game Up

2006-11-23T13:49:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Step Yo Game Up
Yeah Man What's Going on Man It's really really pimpin' up in here man
I know you ain't seen pimpin' in a long time man I've been MIA
You know what I'm sayin' missin in action I ain't been on no milk carton box
but I've been milking and boxing these bitches
cuz they got to step they game up you know what I mean

[Chorus]
What you lookin' at (step yo game up!)
What you waitin' for (step yo game up!)
Go on come on in the door (step yo game up!)
Drop it to the floor and just (step yo game up!)
You a kid (step yo game up!)
You drink gin (step yo game up!)
Is that your friend (step yo game up!)
Tell a nigga you with you better (step yo game up!)

[Lil John]

[x2] Break it down bitch, let me see you back it up
drop that ass down low then pick that motherfucker up

[x4] Back that pussy tease a motherfucker

[x2] Rub that shit it's yours bitch, grab his dick it's yours bitch

[x2] Now turn around bitch, put that ass on a nigga, grind on his dick make it get a little
bigger

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Bitch wanna act like she ain't never been with fast lane pimpin' on em
Nails with the french tip potato chip yup with a french dip say she wanna french kiss all on my diz-nick
It's cool, go on and break fool if you have to, what which you won't do, bitch I'ma slap you
Stay in line ho it's a pimp affair, if you down to get low I can take you there
But you can't fake once you hit the gate, shake till it ache, work that birthday cake
You say you wanna make it ho, well quit bullshittin' and get naked ho
Now you always got to be hot and vicious, so move them biscuits and hit them tricks bitch
Now you got about a minute to fix this cuz I'm trying to find a bitch that's bootylicious

[Chorus]

[Trina]
P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, I'm the girl in the flesh ah
Lookin' for a nigga that will suck me like a blow pop
Run that dick to the door, do me baby don't stop
Same nigga talkin' all that shit
Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick
Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane
We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything
I know you like me when I drop it down low
Show it from the back, look back, let it roll
Drop it to the floor like a g-bitch supposed to
Shake it shake it shake it make a nigga go postal
But that's for fucking with a miami girl (?)
Get your man, take his money, and then buy the world
So nigga don't front, cuz fat wallets and big dicks is all I want

[Chorus]

[x8] Church, Preach, Tabernacle

[Chorus]

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Snopp Dogg presents Tha Eastsidaz feat. Jayo Felony: Got Beef

2006-11-23T13:31:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Got Beef
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, yeah,
It's another one of those...
Snoop D-O-Double G, L.T. Hutton thangs
Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now
It's about two in the morning!
I got big C-Style on the grill
EASTSIDE!!! Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, LBC

Chorus: Snoop Dogg (repeat 4X)

If you got beef, with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G

Bridge: Charlie Wilson, Snoop

[C. W.] Any problems any problems you can holla at my dogg....
[S. D.] Holla, holla
[C. W.] Holla at my dogg, you could holla at my dogg, ohhhhh
Any problems any problems you could holla at my dogg,
Holla at my dogg, holla at my dogg, heeeeey heeeeeeey

Chorus 1/2

[Jayo Felony]
The life I lead
The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow
Anyday now, we gonna run at my nigga them killas is Nathal
We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl
They don't wanna see me shine again
They fuckin' with my mind again
But as soon as I finish this Heineken
I gotta go get my nine again
(It got a body on it from a party don't it?)
Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades,
You ain't seen this many niggas in your life with diamonds and braids
I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids
Fuck y'all, that start bangin' after "Colors" was made
Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle
cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso

Chorus

[Tray Deee]
It ain't no mystery you dissin' me you dissin' my clique
And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your shit
So why you actin' like a bitch? Puttin' your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack
See in the pen we got a name for niggas runnin' they yap
Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back
Handles ours, battle scars, Shackles, guards and all
And we the last niggas standin' once they start to fall
Make the call, or fuck it, just kick off the brawl
Cuz I'm ridin' with my doggs, win, lose, or draw
Dogg pound insane, neighborhood twenty gangin' it
And every gangsta that I hang with down to bang
Full time pull mines and I gots to bust
Fuck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched
So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth
And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out
Dogghouse

Repeat Bridge

Chorus 1/4X

[Sylk E. Fine]
You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas then you got one with me
It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys
As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic
It's those that talk, and those that make shit happen
So what'cha say? You wanna spit? You got beef?
D.P serve the heat, straight to the street
Honey west, I make the mission complete
Therefore them bitches who talk that shit
Be them bitches that's gettin' they ass beat

[Snoop Dogg]
Now don't come round here fuckin' with us
Cuz on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, BITCH, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster than I do a nigga
See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'z a nigga
We got rules and codes, G's and hoes
Friends and foes, ride or get rode on

Chorus 1/4x)

[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga, nigga, bitch

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Snoop Dogg: Murder Was The Case (live)

2006-11-23T13:22:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Murder Was The Case
[Verse One]

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die, my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed

[Chorus]

Murder... murder was the case that they gave me
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me

[Verse Two]

I'm fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
It's gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag
And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad
"Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine"
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'
Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take

No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
them niggaz from the other side recognize my face
Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggaz stare as I enter the center
They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cuz you can't tell what's next
My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two
I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo

[Chorus]

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Snopp Dogg: Vapors

2006-11-23T13:17:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Vapors
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season of catching the vapors
Since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Tell ya how it's spreading throughout my crew
What you want on Nate Dogg
Who sings on my records, 'Never Leave Me Alone'
'Ain't No Fun', now check it
Back in the days before Nate Dogg would get it
He used to try to holler at this girl named Pam
The type of female wit fly Gucci gear
She wore a big turkish wole wit a weave in her hair
When they tried to kick it, she'd always fess
Talkin about baby please she wrought his service stress
Since he wasn't no type of big chronic dealer
The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her
But now he wear boots that match with his suits
And push a Lexus Coupe that's extra cheap
And now she stop flautin and won't it speakin
Be comin round the Pound every single weekend
to get his beeper number she be beggin please
Dyin for the day to eat these

She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors

I got a little cousin that's kinda plain
He bring the heeb wit tha beep for the Dogg Pound gang
A mellow type of fellow best laid back
But back in the day he wasn't nuthin like that
I remember when he used to scrap every day
When my auntie would tell him he would never obey
He wore his khakis hangin down wit his starks untied
And a blue and grey cap that said the Eastside
Around my neighborhood tha people treated him bad
Said Daz was the worst thing his mom ever had
They said he grow up to be nuttin but a gangsta
Or be there in jail or someone would shank him
But now he's grown up to be a surprise
D-A-Z got a hit record slangin world wide
Now the same people that didn't like him as a child
Bought the Dogg Food, Doggfather, and Doggystyle

They caught the vapors
They caught the vapors

I got another homie from tha L-B-C
Known ta yall as D.J. Warren G
He cut grass trasform wit finesse
......... and all that mess
I remember when we first started to rap
He tried to get this job at Calvin's record shop
He was in it to win it, but the boss front and said
Sorry Warren G but there's no help wanted
Now my homie Warren still tried
On and on and on til the like break of dawn
To work at tha V-I-P would be the link
But they looked right past him so my homie straight dip
Now for the year after Regulate
Warren G is havin papers so my homies write straight
He walked into the same record shop as before
And the boss be like Warren welcome to my store
Offerin him a job but nah he don't want it
Damn it feels good to see people love Warren
Cause I remember when at first they wasn't
Now guess what they call sessy bussin

the vapors
They caught vapors
I got to talk bout me now

Last subject of tha story is about Snoop Dogg
I had to work for mine to show I was a true hog
When I was a teenager I tried to be down
And since they wasn't tryin to hear me I made the Dogg Pound
I saw a crew on 2-1 street
and said, 'Can I be down champ?' They said
no, and treated me like a wet food stamp
after gettin rejected, I ain't runnin upset
I said, 'What's a Dogg do to?' Rhymes at rates
When I used to go to parties, they make me wait
What I have to get on the mic to set M-C straight
I ain't never love no hoe since I'm listenin to my music
They acted like I wanted to keep hangin with the juzi
But now things switched from West to East
Short Dogg do ya remember me from 21st street G?
'We used to see Daz, back in the day'
It happens all the time, so brother don't be amazed

You caught the vapors
You caught the vapors
You got the papers

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Snoop Dogg: La Di Da Di (live)

2006-11-23T13:09:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: La Di Da Di
La Di Da Di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're, just some niggaz who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic [right]
For all my Doggs keepin y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin
Which we create, cuz that's our mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this types of shit happens every-day
I woke up around 10 o'clock in the mornin
I gave myself a strech up, a mornin yawn and
went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup
and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall
Who is the top Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale
And then I got the file, for my fingernails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Doggy underwear
for all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks
Threw on my white sox, with my all blue chucks
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my indo
Then I dilly [dally] I ran through an [alley]
I bumped into this smoker named [Sally] from the [Valley]
This was a girl playin hard to get
So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset
She said um

It's all because of you, i'm feelin sad and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much you'll never know
Cause you took your dope away from me
A-huh, a-huh, ahuh

Damn, now what was I to do
She's cryin over me and she was feelin blue
I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye
And here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!"
Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Somethin was wrong I said, "What was goin on?"
I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!"
She grabbed my closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick
They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick
and sayin....

Why don't you give me a play
So we can brake it down the Long Beach way
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay

And on and on and on she kept goin
The bitch been around before my mother's born!
I said, "Cheer up!" so I gave her a hit
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!"
She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin
I says I'm nineteen, she says, "Stop lyin!"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop
And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit
Yeah, tic toc and ya don't stop, and to the
ah tic toc and ya don't quit, beeeotch!

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Snoop Dogg feat. Kurupt, Daz and The Dramatics: Doggy Dogg World

2006-11-23T12:55:00.000-08:00

Lyrics: Doggy Dogg World
[Intro:]

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

[Chorus:]

It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World

[Verse Two: Kurupt]

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'm a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It's on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Daz]

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

[Chorus]

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