Pistol Pistol - D-12
Yeah, welcome to Amityville
Detroit, nigga!
The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha!
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord
when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you
young, strapped, and powerful, （BITCH!） and I ain't gotta lie to you
Stepped in the door waving the four-four
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my TONGUE YAYO, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta
Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works
these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin
waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic
You know the sound when I'm spinnin round
spittin these rounds from fo' pounds
while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
from they're mouths as they possibly allow
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0
Some semi-automatic for static's the motto
spitting like （Columbine kids） from Colorado
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock （Sorry, sorry!）
It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst （Ha ha!）
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking
it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up
Look at where the fuck we stay at!
Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!
Fuck around with us, you're good as popped...you're good as popped.
Bored To Tears
演唱：Black Label Society
Tired of this
Done with that
Never satisfied with where I'm at
I sit and think
What to do
Just a motherfuckin' bore
Without a clue
Shot my drugs
Drank my booze
Tired of joy and self abuse
Eternally jaded through and through
Just a self loathing dick
Without a clue
Bored to death
I'm just bored to tears
Same old shit just different day \\"amp; year
Killed myself but that got boring too
So beyond the point where it's not true
Far beyond high
Dramatically low
Eternal stare as if I care to know
All of this struggle
All of this work
In the end you die like some moronic jerk
Shot my drugs
Drank my booze
Tired of joy and self abuse
Eternally jaded through and through
Just a self loathing fuck
Without a clue
Bored to death
I'm just bored to tears
Same old shit just different day \\"amp; year
Killed myself but that got boring too
So beyond the point where it's not true
The colors I see are all bleeding
The sound that was is now standing still
I wonder when it was it all faded
A dullen corpse that cannot be killed
Bored to death
I'm just bored to tears
Same old shit just different day \\"amp; year
Killed myself but that got boring too
So beyond the point where it's not true
Pistol Pistol - D-12
Yeah, welcome to Amityville
Detroit, nigga!
The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha!
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord
when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you
young, strapped, and powerful, （BITCH!） and I ain't gotta lie to you
Stepped in the door waving the four-four
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my TONGUE YAYO, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta
Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business
It won't be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works
these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin
waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping
I'd rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic
You know the sound when I'm spinnin round
spittin these rounds from fo' pounds
while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
from they're mouths as they possibly allow
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0
Some semi-automatic for static's the motto
spitting like （Columbine kids） from Colorado
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock （Sorry, sorry!）
It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst （Ha ha!）
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall
It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking
it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up
Look at where the fuck we stay at!
Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!
Fuck around with us, you're good as popped...you're good as popped.
August - Music Is My Life
Au. au. au. au. August..
Hu..... Ye.....
Like my fingers on a grand piano (yeah)
I will make your body sing through the night
Like a rockstar and his guitar (yeah)
I will hold you close with all of my might (and strum it)
And you will be my ?amp beat?
Hear it to the beat of our melody
Baby when i kick, you'll snap to me
Actually, honestly, whenever you up in here in the studio
I just wanna put you in on the console
Put you in the mix and let the faders go, incredible
That's right baby
You are the music of my life
You are.. You are...
You're the music of my life
You are.. You are...
You're the music of my life
And I'm so inspired (inspired) by you
You're the music of my life
Like an engineer-er in a session
I will tweak you till the sound you make is perfect
Like an mc on the illest beat (chyea)
I'll get right into the pocket and work it (ooh)
And you will be my ?amp beat?
Hear it to the beat of our melody
Baby when i kick, you'll snap to me
Actually, honestly, whenever you up in here in the studio
I just wanna put you in on the console
Put you in the mix and let the faders go, incredible
That's right baby
You are the music of my life
You are.. You are...
You're the music of my life
You are.. You are...
You're the music of my life
And I'm so inspired (inspired) by you
You're the music of my life
I wanna treat you like my favorite song
I wanna hear you all day long
And I dont want no interruption
Now imma be the DJ
You gon get a replay
And imma spin you all day
Can we could we switch it
Hit you with a remix
Then imma drop a bomb and play with ya fader
I'll treat you like my song but i would neva play ya
But you know i would take my time to lay ya (lay ya, lay ya, lay ya)
Run the track back just to keep your body going
Check my microphone just to keep the love going
Almost at the climax that's where I grind at
That's right baby
You're the music of my life
You are.. You are...
You're the music of my life
You are.. You are...
You're the music of my life
And I'm so inspired (inspired) by you
You're the music of my life
You're the music of my life
You are.. You are...
You're the music of my life
You are.. You are...
And I'm so inspired (inspired) by you
You're the music of my life
ShaGuar & Moyile
AKon - Right Now(Na Na Na)
Maximal r&b - The Freshest & Hottest R&B/ Hip-Hop Music!
It's been so long
that I haven't seen your face
Try to be strong
But the stress I have is washing with
wont belong before i get you by my side
And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you till
I was fill all my mind
I wanna make up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
Wish we never broke up right now na na na
we need to lay up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
Wish we never broke up right now na na na
we need to lay up right now na na na
Girl I know mistake will lay between us to
And we show our eyes that now even says somethings were true
I can't go and haven't seen my girl this thing
why can it be the way it was
your are my homie lover friend
I wanna make up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
Wish we never broke up right now na na na
we need to lay up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
Wish we never broke up right now na na na
we need to lay up right now na na na
I can't lie
I miss you much
Watching everyday you goes by
I miss you much
Tell i get you back I m gonna cry
I miss you much
You are the apple on my I
Girls I miss you much
I miss you much
I can't lie
I miss you much
Watching everyday you goes by
I miss you much
Tell i get you back I m gonna cry
I miss you much
You are the apple on my I
I miss you much
I miss you much
I wanna make up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
Wish we never broke up right now na na na
we need to lay up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
Wish we never broke up right now na na na
we need to lay up right now na na na
I want you to fly with me
want you to fly
I miss i had lie with me
miss I had lie
I wish you could die with me
wish you could die
I woundered a crime with me
woundered a crime
I want you to fly with me
want you to fly
I miss i had lie with me
miss I had lie
I wish you could die with me
wish you could die
I woundered a crime with me
woundered a crime
I wanna make up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
Wish we never broke up right now na na na
we need to lay up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
I wanna make up right now na na na
Wish we never broke up right now na na na
we need to lay up right now na na na
Every little thing I do,
Can it be I do it for you?
Every word I say is true,
Anything I do, I do for you.
'Cos when you hold me in your arms,
I feel so safe and warm,
I love you true...
Baby can't you see you will always be
My little bit of heaven
Baby can't you see you will always be
Baby can't you see you were meant to be
My little bit of heaven
So it's you and me, & I can't believe my eyes
There's so little I can do,
When you put your kisses on me
I just melt into my shoes & everything I feel is due to you
'Cos when you hold me in your arms,
I feel so safe and warm,
I love you true...
You take me to another place,
Out of myself & into your arms
And you make me feel no other way will do,
Every little thing I do,
Can it be I do it for you?
Every word I say is true,
Anything I do, I do for you.
'Cos when you hold me in your arms,
I feel so safe and warm,
I love you true...
Baby can't you see you will always be
My little bit of heaven
Baby can't you see you will always be
Baby can't you see you were meant to be
My little bit of heaven
So it's you and me, & I can't believe my eyes
There's so little I can do,
When you put your kisses on me
I just melt into my shoes & everything I feel is due to you
'Cos when you hold me in your arms,
I feel so safe and warm,
I love you true...
You take me to another place,
Out of myself & into your arms
And you make me feel no other way will do,
Know your enemy-Raga against the machine
edit by tntcisco
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Nigga know its all a that
Hey yo, so check this out
Know your enemy!
Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in
Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
so rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy
Know your enemy!
Hey yo, and get with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
So rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy!
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams (8 times)
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
Tape Deck - Jack Johnson
From my tape deck there's a recklessness
Inflections of the world we want
All my friends, my rusty truck
We're just specks of love, directionless
Call this band just what we want
We can change the name from month to month
Four guitars and zero drums
We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk
In a world post punk
My friend had an old guitar
He took some lessons didn't get very far
An Ibanez with one knob stuck
Said, "You can have that thing for fifty bucks"
Laura got a bass but it got no amp
Borrowed skills but never gave it back
Luke is just learning how to strum
But since he was the worst
We made him play the drums
Play the drums
You may find
In the palm
Of your hand
There's a flame
As it burns
As it climes
As it turns
To a blaze
Well this flame
It won't last
Here it comes
Hold it close
Cause this blaze
Can be fast
Set it free now there it goes
Luke's mom said that after school
We could rehearse in the living room
But that sure didn't last too long
Guess she didn't know we'd play Fugazi songs
We played these songs in the talent show
And all of the girls would be in the front row
But in the end we just chickened out
Because we can't sing
We can only shout
You may find
In the palm
Of your hand
There's a flame
As it burns
As it climes
As it turns
To a blaze
Well this flame
It won't last
Here it comes
Hold it close
Well this blaze
Will be fast
Set it free now there it goes
Well the times are gettin' hard for you little girl
I'm a-hummin' and a-strummin' all over God's world
You can't remember when you got your last meal
And you don't know just how a woman feels
You didn't know what rock-n-roll was
Until you met my drummer on a grey tour bus
I got there in the nick of time
Before he got his hands across your state line
Great White
Now it's the middle of the night on the open road
And the heater don't work and it's oh so cold
You're lookin' tired you're lookin' kinda beat
The rhythm of the street sure knocks you off your feet
You didn't know how rock-n-roll looked
Until you caught your sister with the guys from the group
Halfway home in the parking lot
By the look in her eye she was giving what she got
My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe
My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe
My my my, once bitten, twice shy babe
Woman you're a mess gonna die in your sleep
There's blood on my amp and my Les Paul's beat
Can't keep you home from messin' around
My best friend told me you're the best lick in town
You didn't know that rock-n-roll burned
So you bought a candle and you lived and you learned
You got the rhythm, you got the speed
Mama's little baby likes it short and sweet
I didn't know you had a rock-n-roll record
Until I saw your picture on another guy's jacket
You told me I was the only one
But look at you now it's dark and you're gone
My my my, once bitten, twice shy
Sonic Youth - Do You Believe In Rapture?
by marissa
Stand behind his drunken amp
Stand behind his light of love
Hear him yowl his bloody tounge
Hear him yell for blood and war
Do you believe in his sweet sensation
Do you believe in second chance
Do you believe in rapture babe
A terrible hit strikes today
A terrible hit for the parade
Burnin' eyes seek jesus comin
Jesus comes to pave the way
Do you believe in his sweet sensation
Do you believe in second chance
Do you believe in rapture babe
Can you tell me what to feel
Open up your tender soul
Can I drink your drunken mercy
Wine burns the devils hole
Do you believe in his sweet sensation
Do you believe in second chance
Do you believe in rapture babe
Artist：aerosmith
Songs Title：what kind of love are you on
Ooouuuaaa...
You say one thing then you do another
You got it all wrong so you blame it on your mother
You're kickin' the dog 'cause you can't get the cat
You know it ain't cool but'cha like it like that
Everybody talkin' 'bout what it is what it ain't
Kiss on the devil and ya piss off a saint
But it can't be love if you don't have to crawl
You say you don't need nothin' but you got to have it all
I wanna know
What kind of love are you on
Jelly Roll Jane rollin' on the rug
Tokin' on her lover like a brand new drug
Do the same thing every damn day
Do the same thing do the same thing
Never seem to get enough
I wanna know
What kind of love are you on
I've got to know
What kind of love are you on
Well when Jack took Jill up that hill
She charged his ass a quarter
Well... he flipped his lid uh 'cause what she did
Aw... she shouldn't hadn't oughta
Oh... ha ha ha ha ha haaa...
Rockin' in the cradle with a high school vamp
Screamin' and hummin' like an old tube amp
Up down sideways goin' in and outta phase
Everybody ask me why I kiss the girls and make them cry
I wanna know
What kind of love are you on
Yeah... I wanna know
What kind of love are you on
Uh uh uh uh I've gotta know
What kind of love are you on
Know your enemy-Raga against the machine
edit by tntcisco
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Nigga know its all a that
Hey yo, so check this out
Know your enemy!
Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in
Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
so rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy
Know your enemy!
Hey yo, and get with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
So rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy!
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams (8 times)
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
－＝ Paul Simon 《 Late In The Evening 》＝－
The first thing I remember, I was lying in my bed
I couldn't've been no more than one or two
And I remember there's a radio, coming from the room next door
My mother laughed the way some ladies' do
Well it's late in the evening, and the music's seeping through
The next thing I remember, I am walking down a street
I'm feeling alright I'm with my boys and with my troops, yeah
Down along the avenue some guys are shootin' pool
And I heard the sound of acapella groups, yeah
Singin' late in the evening, and all the girls out on the stoops, yeah
Then I learned to play some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a j
When I come back to the room, everybody just seemed to move
And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play
It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away
First thing I remember when you came into my life
I said I wanna get that girl, no matter what I do
Well I guess I've been in love before and once or twice have been on the floor
But I've never loved no-one the way that I love you
And it was late in the evening, and all the music's seeping through
G-Unit - Rider Pt. 2
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RRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip
Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
I'm on you, niggas, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
Put a dough out and roll out, the cream is off
Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war
I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more!
My door block an M16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, we galore
Yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin then stop worryin
The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
{?} kicks on, I stay in some eight shit
Niggas on some apeshit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
Limp Bizkit
Psycho female blowin up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw
It's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck duck goose, I'm lettin loose
With the thirty odd freestyle
Labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness
You and all your tactics
Jonesin' for my cash
Got to make them pockets super phat
Hey, I'm a humble man
Kicking out the jams like a trampn
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business
I get paid to take the microphone
And slay the stage stay away
From all the bros. in my band
And all the fans and
All my friends is when the cash is coming in
Or I'll be slammin' them balls to the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the yes, yes y'all
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp
Like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again,
Stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so
Stuck in your head you don't even know
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal
Still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories
That I really miss when I reminisce
Rocking back in the '80s live
My attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot
Now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries
No limits, G
Phat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin' 'cause I'm hostile
Labeled by my profile
Indeed I am, I am indeed hostile
When it comes to greed
You wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
Boy you wanna play that game bitch
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again,
Stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so
Stuck in your head you don't even know
Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin',
Diggin' so deep for that green
I got a little problem
Just one question, beyatch
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that
Why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why you gotta be like that
Why the fuck you wanna be like that
Why, why, why, why, why you gotta be
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that
Why, why, why you gotta dig in
My business you fucking whore
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash
It's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so...stuck
Stuck deep down in that hole again,
Stuck you got your brain on my green again
Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck
In your head you don't even know
&Lonely&
Lonely I'm Mr Lonely,
I have nobody,
For my own..
I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody,
For my own...
I'm so lonely
Yo this one here goes out to all my players out there
Ya know got to have one good girl whose always been there man
Like ya know took all the bullshit
Then one day she cant take it no more and decides to leave
I woke up in the middle of the night
And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side,
Coulda sworn I was dreamin
For her I was Feenin, so I hadda take a little ride
Back tracking over these few years
Tryna figure out what I do to make it go bad
Cause ever since my girl left me, my whole life came crashin
n I'm so lonely (so lonely),
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl
I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl
Cant belive I hadda girl like you and I just let you walk right outta my life
After all I put you thru you still stuck around and stayed by my side
What really hurt me is I broke your heart baby
You were a good girl and I had no right
I really wanna make things right cause without you in my life girl
I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody to call my own)
To call my own (to call my own) girl
I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl
Been all about the world
ain't never met a girl
That can take the things that you been through
Never thought the day would come
Where you would get up and run
and I would be out chasing you
Cause aint nowhere in the globe id rather be
Aint no one in the globe id rather see
Then the girl of my dreams that made me be
So happy but now so lonely
So lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own)
I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girrll
Never thought that i'd be alone
I didnt hope you'd be gone this long
I just want you to call my phone
So stop playing girl and come on home (come on home)
Baby girl I didn't mean to shout
I want me and you to work it out
I never wished Id ever hurt my baby
and its drivin me crazy cause I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own)
I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girll
I'm so lonely, (so lonely) (so lonely)
So lonely, (so lonely),
Mr. Lonely (Lonely)
So lonely (So lonely)
So lonely (So lonely)
So Lonely (so lonely)
So lonely (So lonely)
Mr. Lonely
We looking for them J-Lo booties big ol ass round and fat
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor I want to hit it from the back
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
We looking for them J-Lo booties big ol ass round and fat
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor I want to hit it from the back
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
（All you ladies pop your pussy like this） Yeah
（Move your body don't stop don't miss）
Mane she got me in the zone when I watch this broad pass by
Been becking at this bitch all night but this my last try
I am trying to see what's up
You know a nigga trying to fuck
If you are a girlie girl then I'll settle for a suck
You got a thug on the scene
In the club on some green
A nigga ain't Ginuwine
But trying to get up in them jeans
Frayser Boy that's the name
Fuck another I'm the mane
Get you drank after drank get you drunk I'm trying to bang
Where ya at whoa
Where ya at whoa
CB wanna hit you from the back whoa
And when I grab your girl don't holla let go
Cause I like a girl with a big back bro
I mean she stacked low
And when I jacked yo
I shoot that thang like I'm shooting off a Mac whoa
It ain't no game I play when it come to D
And if you get it from me then you getting dope D'd
We looking for them J-Lo booties big ol ass round and fat
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor I want to hit it from the back
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
We looking for them J-Lo booties big ol ass round and fat
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor I want to hit it from the back
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
Juicy J is pimpy
Not always all friendly
I wanna get from that Monica chewin Lewinskylike
She can call me （papi） hanging low and （floppy）
When I get behind that ass she tell me （boy you got me）
I don't care for size four
I just want a size more
Big ol J-Lo booty what a wedding good she sized or
Bring it up （Bring it up）
Back it back （Back it back）
Make it wiggle （Make it wiggle）
Make it jiggle make it clap
Let me squeeze it
Ain't no teasing
Go to get it
I done seen it
Soon as she drop it on the floor
It's over for this one this evening
I might leave it
Sticky drippin up out of the side of her secret
Victoria probably gone be pissed when ever she sees it
But once you got me going it's on
Ain't no reason for you be wanting to go home
You gotta give it to me nice and round that big J-Lo booty
I need it badly
I'll be happy
Drop it off she a cutie
We looking for them J-Lo booties big ol ass round and fat
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor I want to hit it from the back
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
We looking for them J-Lo booties big ol ass round and fat
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
When she take it to the floor I want to hit it from the back
Let me sqeeze it, Let me squeeze it
（Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah）
I'm looking for them J-Lo booties
But I ain't Ben Affleck
And I ain't Diddy
And I ain't the dude who taught her to dance like that
I'm just a dirty dirty down south gold mouth nigga
Can't remember the last time I only saw six figures
I bang a bad big booty thang daily
I did more stars than that boy Carson Daily
And if you nice you ain't even gotta pay me
But if you ugly hit the bank and try to save me
I know this broad
She lick the Infamous so good she make me wanna cry
And if she wasn't such a dog I'd hit her doggy every night
They put the "free" in freak
They put the "ut" in slut
They put the "amp" in tramp
And catch you when I take off the glove
She give brain insane
I call the dame a brainiac
Let me meet the family
All the women nymphomaniacs
She got the biggest brown round that you ever seen
Lord the maniac I make her hit the club and make that cheese
Old Crow Medicine Show - Humdinger
party of the century
no cops allowed
just me and seven hundred others
come on, join the crowd
we got wine, whiskey, women and guns
how can you afford to not be having any fun
if you got a gal, bring 'er
and we'll all have a humdinger
naked horseshoes without care
body surfing on a river of beer
all the neighbors are saying their prayers
we'll lift our glasses high in the air
we got wine, whiskey, women and guns
how can you afford to not be having any fun
if you're not a right-winger
then we'll all have a humdinger
making mardi gras look like work
the belly dancers have gone berserk
the morning's here, we're all still awake
just looking for some more drugs to take
happened on a mound of fire ants
only lost a shoe and a pair of pants
went down hard, got up like a champ
to see a biker dancing on my amp
if you're not a folk singer
then we'll all have a humdinger
if you're not a folk singer
then we'll all have a humdinger
I was just a little girl
Skinny legs, a press and curl
My mother always thought I'd be a star
But way before my record deal,
The streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill
Made sure that I'd never go too far
Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
Make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem
Story starts at Hootaville grew up next to Ivy Hill
When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun
"Kill the guy" in Carter park
Rode a Mongoose 'til it's dark
Watching kids show off the stolen ones
Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back,
Looking back, looking back, looking back
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
A bag of Bontons, twenty cents and a nickel
Springfield Ave. had the best popsicles
Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu
Main street roots tonic with the dreds
A beef patty and some coco bread
Move the patch from my Lees to the tongue of my shoe
'Member Frelng-Huysen used to have the bomb leather
Back when Doug Fresh and Slick Rick were together
Looking at the crew, we thought we'd all live forever
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
Drill teams on Munn street
Remember when Hawthorne and Chancellor had beef
Moving Records was on Central Ave.
I was there at dancing school
South Orange Ave. at Borlin pool
Unaware of what we didn't have
Writing your friends' names on your jeans with a marker
July 4th races off of Parker
Fireworks at Martin stadium
The Untouchable P.S.P., where all them crazy niggers be
And car thieves got away through Irvington
Hillside brings beef with the cops
Self-Destruction record drops
And everybody's name was Muslim
Sensations and '88 attracted kids from out-of-state
And everybody used to do the wop
Jack, Jack, Jack ya body
Nah, the Biz Mark used to amp up the party
I wish those days, they didn't stop
Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
Looking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
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