Hip Hop & Rap Videos: November 2006

Monday, November 27, 2006

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

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

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

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Jay-Z: Show Me What You Got

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

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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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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Friday, November 24, 2006

BUG Mafia: Poveste Fara Sfarsit (live)

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]

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BUG Mafia: Poezie De Strada

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

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)

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

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.

[Refren]

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

BUG Mafia feat. Adriana Vlad: Pantelimonu Petrece

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

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

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

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

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

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]

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

BUG Mafia: Romaneste

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

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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Thursday, November 23, 2006

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

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)

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

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

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)

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

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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