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Uh haha Remix All I see over here ain't nothin' but a lot of honies lookin' for man And niggas with a lot of money, bottles in they hand And short shirts, honies tryin' to show that slow (show that) Lined up tryin' to get through the velvet ropes 'Cause over here when the jam drops everybody bug Standin' on the couches like this our club Got the Bacardi and Cristal mixed in too (yeah) Knowin' in the morning I'm a feel the blues (uh huh) Now the jam keeps droppin' and the drinks keep comin' and the girls keep talkin' to me (talkin' to you) I mean shit straight poppin' everybody jumpin' Makin' it hard for me to leave (oh) [Da Brat:] All you gotta do is call me and I'll come runnin' to where the party at I keep a fat sack in the backpack So what's happenin'? In every city I'm rappin' in If it's a after splash I'm the last cat in Get in, purrin' tight like virgin Like snow, flurrin' The party begins when the slurpin' ends (oh) You do me I do you Spend a night with boo-boo Let's have a private party for two But it's gotta be pumpin' in order for me to get cream Runnin' to the border for Colombian's green Studyin' horniculture My green thumb keeps them water vapors twistin' I freak until I cum I keeps it number one [Hook - Jagged Edge {Jermaine Dupri}:] Uh ooooooooooh (Uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooh (Uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooh {Yo, yo R.O.C.} (Uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooh (Uh oh oh oh) If the party's where youc1 |
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Verse 1: Kelly, can you handle this? Michelle, can you handle this? Beyonce, can you handle this? I don't think they can handle this! (Beyonce) Barely move, we've arrived Lookin sexy, lookin fly Baddest chick, chick inside DJ, jam tonight Spotted me a tender thang There you are, come on baby Don't you wanna dance with me Can you handle, handle me You gotta do much better if you gone dance with me tonight You gotta work your jelly if you gone dance with me tonight Read my lips carefully if you like what you see Move, groove, prove you can hang with me By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me Hook up your seatbelt, it's time for takeoff Chorus: I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe Verse 2: Baby, can you handle this? Baby, can you handle this? Baby, can you handle this? I don't think you can handle this! (Kelly) I'm about to break you off H-town goin hard Lead my hips, slap my thighs Swing my hair, square my eyes Lookin hot, smellin good Groovin like I'm from the hood Look over my shoulder, I blow you a kiss Can you handle, handle this Chorus: I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe Bridge (Michelle): Move your body up and down (whoo!) Make your booty touch the ground (whoo!) I can't help but wonder why (whoo!) Is my vibe too vibealacious for you, babe (All) I shake my jelly at every chance When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have Now let's cut a rug while we scat some jazz (Scatting) I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this jelly I don't think you ready for this Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe (Chorus continues to end) |
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| 3:53 |
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[Intro] Woke up this mornin', (yeah) You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got yo'self a gun [Nas] Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So... [Chorus] I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) [Verse 1] My, first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your team's shook Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in It's for the hood by the corner store Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yo, I'm the N the A to the S-I-R And If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted with a barber's preciseness; Bravehearted for life It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's player So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the true savior Puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos Call me "God's Son", with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow Flip the beat back, now it's all reppin' Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's, the, return of the Prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go? Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the bridge? Does he really know how ill that he is? Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? The back-twister, lingerie-ripper Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya, uh [Chorus 2x] |
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| 4:10 |
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Now I worked my fingers down to the bone I put it down from 9 to 5 so you should know and I bust my ass so you can live good now all I want you to do is what you should Hook: there it is that ungreatfulness you see what I'm talkin about there tou go again complainin for what your aim is I don't know but I'm Chorus: I'm not doin this thing for nothin I pay the car note light bill, the house note what you think this things for nothin ya not workin so what more ya want see i do my best to give you want you it seems the harder that I work the less you see and who wouldn't want the life you lwad livin the good life (ya) practically shop free repeat hook repeat chorus |
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| 4:22 |
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[Wyclef] Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J. I serenade the girls with my accoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks? I want you right now to turn the lights down low Pull your girl up next to you I want you to sing this to her If death comes for me tonight, girl I want you to know that I love you And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare Only to you I would reveal my tears So tell the police I ain't home tonight Messin' around with you is gonna get me life But when I look into your eyes You're worth that sacrafice If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about Man, I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about Man, I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble I need y'all to do me a favor Someone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo) Tell them I just been shot down and the bullet's, in my heart And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo) Feel my body gettin cold Somone please call 911 (pick up the phone yo) The alleged assailaint, is five foot one and she shot me through my soul Feel my body gettin cold [Mary J. Blige] So cold Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner I think I'm trapped here for a while (but I'm always right here with you girl) And every breath I fight to take Is as hard as these four walls I wanna break I told the cops you wasn't here tonight Messin' around with me is gonna get you life Oh yeah, yeah But everytime I look into your eyes Then it's worth the sacrifice [Wyclef] If this is the kind of love that your mom used to warn you about Man, we are in trouble You're in real big trouble If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble You got anything to say, girl? [Mary J. Blige] Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo) Tell them I just got shot down And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo) Feel my body gettin cold [Wyclef] Someone please call 911 (can you do that for me) The alleged assailaint, was five foot one And she shot me through my soul (and he shot me through my heart) Feel my body gettin cold (He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder..) Wyclef and Mary J. Blige I'm feelin you girl I understand [Mary J. Blige] And you're doin, what you're doin, would you do it and do it and do it and do it for me.. |
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| 4:03 |
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Youre here, Im pleased I really dig your company Your style, your smile, your peace mentality Lord, have mercy on me I was blind, now I can see What a kings supposed to be Baby I feel free, come on and go with me Lets take a long walk around the park after dark Find a spot for us to spark Conversation, verbal elation, stimulation Share our situations, temptations, education, relaxations Elevations, maybe we can talk about Surah 31:18 Your background it aint squeaky clean shit Sometimes we all got to swim upstream You aint no saint, we all are sinners But you put your good foot down and make your soul a winner I respect that, man youre so phat And youre all that, plus supreme Then youre humble man Im numb Yo with feeling, I can feel everything that you bring Lets take a long walk around the park after dark Find a spot for us to spark Conversation, verbal elation, stimulation Share our situations, temptations, education, relaxations Elevations, maybe we can talk about Surah 31:18 Or maybe we can see a movie Or maybe we can see a play on Saturday (Saturday) Or maybe we can roll a tree and feel the breeze and listen to a symphony Or maybe chill and just be, or maybe Maybe we can take a cruise and listen to the Roots or maybe eat some passion fruit Or maybe cry to the blues Or maybe we could just be silent Come on, Come on Lets take a long walk around the park after dark Find a spot for us to spark Conversation, verbal elation, stimulation Share our situations, temptations, education, relaxations Elevations, maybe we can talk about Surah 31:18 Or maybe we can see a movie Or maybe we can see a play on Saturday (Saturday) Or maybe we can roll a tree and feel the breeze and listen to a symphony Or maybe chill and just be, or maybe Maybe we can take a cruise and listen to the Roots or maybe eat some passion fruit Or maybe cry to the blues Or maybe we could just be silent Come on, Come on Lets take a long walk around the park after dark Find a spot for us to spark Conversation, verbal elation, stimulation Share our situations, temptations, education, relaxations Elevations, maybe baby, maybe we can save the nation Come on, Come on |
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[Chorus - Jagged Edge (J.D. talking with chorus)] What is yours and mine Yeah, uh huh Break this up, none of that stuff This right here What is yours and mine Is a story about a nigga Work too hard, way too much wit a lot of paper What is yours and mine Ha, ha, and his girl Whatever you won't, can't stop us See, when you gotta lot man What is yours and mine It ain't shit if you can't share it Me and you, what is yours and mine You understand what I'm saying [Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri] Listen, uh, I remember when we first hooked up you was only 17 Cut off shirts and jeans, was ya only way seen What I had didn't matter, it was all about us All day on the phone and the stuff we discussed I used to come over when ya mom's was gon' (Oow) We ain't know what we were doin' but we got our freak on And one thing lead to another, I introduced you to my mother Like, Ma, this my girl, that's when it started gettin' real Feelings stared gettin' caught, gifts stared gettin' bought And everybody knew the deal We used to hang out, kiss, argue, and all that Hang up the phone and call right back I got to know you like the back of my hand And, you got to show me hoe a girl love a man And, we took a small thing to a new land And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand [Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)] What is yours and mine (Uh huh, yo) Break this up, none of that stuff (Listen to me baby) What is yours and mine (Uh huh) Work too hard, way too much (See, we worked too hard) What is yours and mine (Yo, listen to me baby) Whatever you won't, can't stop us (Yeah) What is yours and mine (Yeah) Me and you, what is yours and mine (Me and you) [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] The older we got, everybody said y'all gon' change But when 2-1 came, we was still in the game 92's new version of, Bonnie and Clyde No matter what it was, we was side by side You know the type you see gettin' in the photo booth Matchin' shirts, flea market, photo shoots Everything I saw cute, shit, you had to have it What's a fly life if a nigga can't share it Every new dollar made, I put it on you Hit the Porsche dealership shit, nigga bought two And when I went away, I got ya named tattooed A yo, I try to put the big bling on ya hand Cause uh, you show me how a girl love a man And, we took a small thing to a new land And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand, it's real [Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)] What is yours and mine (Yeah, uh huh) Break this up, none of that stuff (Uh. listen to me baby) What is yours and mine (Uh) Work too hard, way too much (We worked too hard) What is yours and mine (Listen to me baby) Whatever you won't, can't stop us What is yours and mine Me and you, what is yours and mine [J.D. talking with last two lines of chorus] Yo all my niggas that understand what I'm saying Look ya girl in the eyes and say [Verse 3 - Jagged Edge] Girl you so off the chain (Off the chain) You took a playa straight out the game (Straight out the game) Now I know what a good thing feel like (Feels good [x4]) I know, I gotta have it in my life Gotta playa messed up inside (Up inside) Made a nigga just wanna do right (Do right) Me and you is like Dre and Snoop Dogg (Dre and Snoop) Long as we together we can have it all [J.D. talking] Ha, know what I'm talkin' bout When you love her man, sing to her man It ain't shit, man you know what I'm sayin', ball on Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Now ride out |
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chorus] bwok bwok, chicken chicken bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva) bwok bwok, chicken chicken bwok bwok, chicken heads [x4] [Project Pat] bald-head scala-wag ain't got no hair in back gelled up weaved up yo hair is messed up need to get bout' a hustle mission get up on loot run to beautician run game until the game is gravy that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby (bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg (bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head ain't a thang eat a chicken wang got some gold teeth at da club tryin ta shake that thang tryin ta get piece chicken chicken always into some dumb shit shoulda paid ya light bill you bought a outfit stay at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent tha south so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin full of that mo mo holla at a chicken [Chorus] [La Chat] yeah you like my outfit don't even fake the deal i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill [Project Pat] always in my face talkin this and that girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadillac [La Chat] you ride clean but ya gas tank is on E be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on ya feet [Project Pat] that's just the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin bout anyway them new Jordans finna come out [La Chat] hate ta see you in a club ya mobbin wit a mug knowin that you ridin wit ya boy you nothing but a scrub [Project Pat] but he was with me that's when you hated cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted [La Chat] i sho did in our face drankin on that "yak" moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs [Project Pat] what? you need some gum breath like some thunder what you lookin at i don't want yo phone number (boy please whateva) [Chorus] [Dj Paul] now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll mane thank the vogues dodgin all my foes ridin Cady truck wit dvd a flock of broads follow me from the club to break they knees knowin that's all i want straight out tha club tha rest ain't smellin right the last thang on they mind is freshin up its goin down tonight weave in they head weed in they purse still crunk baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk [Juicy J] i been known to hold my own i been known to ride on chrome i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones i'm the fool supplyin tha dro i'm tha fool supplyin tha blow i'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do tellin me that you diggin me tellin me i'm yo man to be girlfriend its gona cost a fee get yo rags and work that streets pay ya boy and make me rich so we keep them swisher's lit Pay yo fees we count them g's cashin it from all you chicks [Chorus |
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Yeah, ladies and gentleman Broadcasting live to you and yours It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit Yeah, bouncin Come on 예, 신사 숙녀 여러분 여러분들께 라이브로 전해드립니다 바로 미스터 X to the Z, 엑지빗 예, Bouncin Come on The first day of the rest of my life 내 남은 여생(life)의 첫 번째 날 X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike 마이크 뒤에 월커 크론카이크(Kronkike)처럼 버티고 서있는 나의 X Y'all keep the spotlight 모두들 그 스포트라이트(Spotlight)를 계속 비추고 있기를 I'm keeping my rhymes tight 난 나의 라임을 멋지게(tight) 만들어 가리다 Lose sight of what you believe 당신들의 기대치에 부흥하는 멋진 모습으로 And call it a night 확실한 결판을 내리니(night) This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit That you're used to 이건 당신들이 뻔히 보아왔던 경량급의 흐물텅한 대결이 아니지 Teflon territory you just can't shoot through 절대 뚫어낼(though) 수 없는 테플론(열에 강한 수지)의 구역과도 같아 You gon shoot who? (Who?) 누굴 쐈다구(Who)? Not even on your best day 최상의 컨디션이 아니라도 Rollin' the Wild West way, givin' it up 난 험란한 서부의 사막을 거침없이 달려간다. 손들어!(up) Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a fuck 황당한 이 세상엔 신경 끄고(Fuck) Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut 모든 것 무시하고 이제 우린 발정기(rut)의 쇼부를 봐야지 Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup 어이, 헤네시와 오렌지 주스를 컵에 가득 따라보셔(cup) Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze 궁둥이로 잽싸게 마리화나를 집어들고 빨아봐, 쭈욱∼(squeeze) Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities 좀 맛이 갔다면 긴장을 풀고 이 축제(Festivities)에 함께 하는 거 야 Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities 마치 구치소(facilities)처럼 빼곡이 모여든 이 곳 Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range 사정거리를 재고 있을 때라면 여성분들은 내게 재빨리 알짜배기 맛 을 선사하셔야지 Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange 주식 환율(exchange)의 등락과도 같은 내 X지의 활약 (Chorus) X, Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound X, Won't even say your own name when I come around X, Stay on top but remain from the underground X, to the Z and we all in the family X, 이 멋진 사운드(sound)로 모든 게임을 평정하는 X, 떴다하면(around) 너희들은 명함도 못 내밀 X, 최고의 자리. 하지만 여전한 언더그라운드(underground) X, X to the Z(Xzibit), 우린 모두 한 가족 Repeat 1 Ever since Xzibit has spit, been on some pimp shit 쓰레기들이 판치던 이 무대에 엑지빗이 등장한 이후 Approach every woman like a potential mistress 모든 창녀 포주들이 나에게 컨택을 해오네 Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight 찬란히 빛을 발하는(bright) 내 모습, X는 확실히(tight) 내 뒤에 포진해 있도록 해 Cause tonight I might meet my next X wife 바로 오늘(tonight)이 미래의 내 전부인(ex-wife)을 만나게 날이니 까 Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa 마리화나(reefa)의 제왕, 엑지빗은 마치 비자카드(Visa)마냥 지 X지 를 놀려대지 I run it through and money come out 이 몸이 납신 후엔 당연스레 돈이 쏟아지기 마련(out) Runnin' your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house 널 먹여(mouth) 살리기에 충분하다마다. 네 집까지 관리해줄 사람 도 두고 있는 걸 Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch 네 남편은 잠시 잊고 이 침대 위에서 재미 한 번 보자구 Now you know that it was bound to happen 이런 일이 일어날 거라는 걸 당신은 이제야 아는구려 I came to give you what you lackin' 네가 궁한 것들을 네게 주려왔다 Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin 다른 놈들이 랩하는 걸 들을 때면 Rockin' chains, stadium, paladiums, cracked craniums 죽어라 열광하는 너희들 My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium 하지만 내가 가진 메시지의 힘은 그들과는 비교할 수 없을 만치 대 단하지 Drop tops sittin' on twenties 20달러 지폐 더미(twenties) 위에 앉아서도 잘 나간다 하는 애들을 떨궈 버릴 수 있잖아 Using rappers like crash test dummies 그런 랩퍼들은 충격 시험용 마네킹 감이야(dummies) Stackin' real estate and money 진정한 실력에 맞춰 합당한 평가와 돈(money)을 주자고 It's funny how things change overnight 모든 게 싹 바뀐 것을 보니 정말 웃기지도 않는 군. 단 하룻밤 사이 (overnight)에 말야 When you thinking right 네가 옳다고(right) 생각한다면 I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife 내 첫 와이프(wife) 패듯 그 떨거지들 모두 신나게 패주도록 하지 Repeat 1 (2x) What an event? 뭐가 대단해(event)? We hardcore 100% 우린 만빵(100 percent)이야 Making it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents 마약 경로의 실권(stick)을 잡아버리자고, 자랑스러운 LA표 (present)∼! The real deal, how does it feel? 실거래(real deal). 그 느낌이 어때(feel)? No special effects 별 특별한 장치(effects)들 없이도 Yank the chain off of your neck 널 감방(neck)에서 내보내 줄 수 있는 우리잖아 Demand the respect 그건 대단한 겸양(respect)없인 불가능한 일이지 Now all your conversations sound strange to me 네 말들이 내게(me) 꽤나 수상쩍게 들려오는 요즘 It be like everybody around me done changed but me 나를(me) 제외한 주위의 모든 이들이 변해버린 느낌이야 I stand alone on my own two feet 하지만 난 이 두 발로(feet) 굳게 홀로 서서 Stagger tracks, strangle the beat 충격적인 노래들과 죽이는 비트(beat)를 들려주지 Restless no time for sleep 이 앨범 [Restless] 때문에, 잠 청할(sleep) 시간도 없어 Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Bejamin Greet 표현력이 부족한 친구들이여. 나는 벤자민(greet)과 같이 정곡을 찌 른다오 It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend 적과 친구는 종이 한 장 차이 Straight to the chair 몹쓸 놈들은 바로 사형시켜버리자고 (Not these niggas again) 이런 놈들은 다신(again) 기회를 주면 안돼 Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in 이제 본론으로 다시 돌아와서 열심히 놀아보자구(right in) I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless 난 일만 하거나(progress) 세상 물정을 모르진(regardless) 않아 Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious 나야말로 '잔혹함'(heartless) 그 자체 아니겠어, 항상 주의를 주면 서도 내가 옳은 대로 행동하지(cautious) Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle 폭력(hustle)과 싸움(struggle) 빼면 난 시체 Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM 얼음 잔뜩 넣은 헤네씨 더블(double) 부탁해. now SCREAM Repeat 1 (2x) [Snoop Dogg] So there you have it A-B-C D-P-G-C X to the motherfuckin' Z Mr. Xuberant, Mr. Xtravagant Xtrodinary, Mr. Xalata X 'em with a little bit of Xtasy X-ing a bitch out if you tryna test a g And what's the recipe? Xcalibur weaponary And we shoot Xceptionally That there is hot X marks the spot? Fuck naw, X spots the marks Xclamation point niggas (Snoop Dogg) 그러니 이제 넌 A-B-C D-P-G-C 끝내주는 X to the Z를 인정하게 될것이야 미스터 다작(多作), 미스터 사치(奢侈) 미스터 범상(凡常), 미스터 의기양양(意氣揚揚) 엑스타시 몇 알로 그네들을 'X'로 만들어 버려 우리가 진짜 갱스터인지 알고 싶으면 괜찮은 년들을 통해 X-ing 확 인해 보라구 그 비결이 뭐냐고라? 아서왕의 마법의 칼과 같은 무기(weaponary)로 우린 적중률 100%(exceptionally)로 없애버리는 것이지 그러니 멋질 수밖에(hot) X 마크가 별 볼일 없다고(spot)? 지랄하고 있네, X는 감탄사의 그 자체야. 이 새끼들아 |
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[Intro] The hit maker The playas gon' play Them haters gonna hate Them callers gonna call Them ballers gonna ball (Let 'em know) I, I don't mind (ha) What people say or do (nah, nah) But I, I do mind What you believe is true You are the only one Getting all my love Cuz what they do (what they do) Ain't nothin' new [1] - Playas, they gonna play And haters, they gonna hate Ballers, they gonna ball Shot callers, they gonna call That ain't got nothin' to do With me and you That's the way it is That's the way it is So-called friends Don't wanna see me with you Behind your back Callin' my cell and pager too No matter what they do I will stay true Only to you Only to you [Repeat 1] I want you to know (I want you to know) I'll never let you go (I'll never let you go) We gotta talk about everything you hear Cuz I know that it ain't true You can trust my love And I can trust yours too Our love will be forever, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Little Women They gon' ball shorty They gon' play shorty That's how they do shorty We comin' through shorty The hit maker shorty Playas gon' play [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Playas gonna play (uh) Haters gonna hate (right) That's the way it is (yeah) That's just how it's been (let 'em know, let 'em know) Playas (Little Women y'all) And haters (9 lives y'all) Playas (the hit maker y'all, woo) And haters Playas gonna play (oh, oh) Haters gonna hate (yeah) Ballers gonna ball (oh, oh) Callers gonna call Yeah |
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(spoken) (Whoo!) It sure is hot out here Ya know? I don't mind, though. Just glad to be free. Know what I'm saying, uh!) Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance I just wanna praise you (Whatcha wanna do?) I just wanna praise you (Yeah, yeah) You broke the chains now I can lift my hands (Uh feel me?) And I'm gonna praise you (Whatcha gonna do?) I'm gonna praise you In the corners of my mind I just can't seem to find a reason to believe That I can break free Cause you see I have been bound for so long Felt like all hope is gone But as I lift my hands, I understand That I should praise you through my circumstance Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance I just wanna praise you I just wanna praise you You broke the chains now I can lift my hands And I'm gonna praise you I'm gonna praise you Everything that could go wrong All went wrong at one time So much pressure fell on me I thought I was gonna lose my mind But I know you wanna see If I will hold on through these trials But I need you to lift this load Cause I can't take it no more Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance I just wanna praise you I just wanna praise you You broke the chains now I can lift my hands And I'm gonna praise you I'm gonna praise you Been through the fire and the rain Bound in every kind of way But God has broken every chain So let me go right now Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance I just wanna praise you I just wanna praise you You broke the chains now I can lift my hands And Ic12 |
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Oooh (yea yea yea yea) Oooh (yea yea yea yea) Oooh (yea yea yea yea) Check it out See what I believe is We was granted the power What's that? Power, wha... Ha, the power to make you dance Like this I heard she's got a 9 to 5 (yea yea yea yea) But comin' in after 12 (check it out) I know they're tired of her lies (yea yea yea) Just let her go, what the deal? (wha wha wha wha) (wha wha wha) And now take me for instance babe (uh huh) See my love will drive her crazy 1 - 'Cause I'll be goin' boom like an 808 Be makin' circles like a figure 8 You know it feels good from head to toe Now hold on to me baby here we go You'll be goin' boom baby boom baby boom And I'll be goin' ooh baby ooh baby ooh (check it out) I heard she's not all that to you Cause she can't do it like I do (ha ha ha) So put that trophy on the shelf (wha wha wha wha) Go about and find somebody else Now take me for instance babe See my love will drive her crazy (wha wha yeah) You'll be goin' boom baby boom baby boom And I'll be goin' ooh baby ooh baby ooh Cause I'll be goin' boom like an 808... Ain't nobody can bang it like me Stack it like me, wouldn't like me Ask Kelly, his original plan To get as large on the map, by makin' you clap your hands Damn shoo bizzatch, I'm not gonna lie I'll pump my amps to this Cutie pie, honey bunch If you're not busy take me to lunch Oh, ya'll done did it now, with the luscious music World poppin' crews, and what, 8-0 grooves Is what intended, you to get me up you You one in a mill, forget the mens Cause they ride in my pockets baby And today I just wanna Jiggle my ball Bet I knock your socks off Wit' my what what what (wha wha wha wha) Yea yea 2 - Boom like an 808 Circles like a figure 8 Feels good from head to toe To me baby here we go You'll be goin' boom baby boom baby boom And I'll be goin' ooh baby ooh baby ooh (check it out) Cause I'll be goin' boom like an 808... |
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[Intro: B-Real] + (Mellow Man Ace) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three (low-ri-der) So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight [B-Real] Now when people are done, bumpin they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin you bounce, for many years already Rock steady and cut, many niggaz to confetti But I just want to blaze it up; whether it's the mic or a spliff Yes my gift is to amaze you all Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend, but guess what? I slay niggaz and still savin my best nut (low-ri-der) But you better cover your eyes, cause you never know when I spit it out and start some flowin I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's chokin Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in I'm keepin, all you motherfuckers in the deep end (low-ri-der) You wanna trip? Then I got luggage I stuff you in and send you off, cause you ain't rugged [Chorus] + (Mellow Man Ace) Aww, comin through fo' real we Cypress Hill, ohh baby Got that crunk, for yo' trunk, goin gangsta crazy We some real life hustlers, playin games in the street (low-ri-der) We got that low-ri-der, scrapin dippin on three So pop yo' collar, give a holla, throw the dubs in the air (low-ri-der) We tear the roof, off the mother, lady let down yo' hair Playa do that thang, that make you feel alright (low-ri-der) Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin freaky tonight [B-Real & Sen Dog] Cause, we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us Just get inside, we bouncin dippin, chop it up real tough Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back Don't front on me, baby boy, and break bread with the sack (low-ri-der) [Sen Dog] I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla Always roll deep on the streets like the mafia Pleito, just might come back and haunt ya Flossin too much, no vato's gonna want ya Not right here homes, we're past all of that Makin that feria, spittin that raps Ya me conoces, I'm down for my calle Cypress Ave, y el puro desmadre (low-ri-der) Ya tu sabes, we don't play that shit Any pendejo's gettin hit up quick Whassup ese? What hood you claim? Now throw it up and down like it ain't no thang (low-ri-der) Hands in the air with the pinky rings Soul Assassins, runnin everything To all you vatos, make sure you check this In every barrio, I'm well respected (low-ri-der) [Chorus] [Mellow Man Ace: repeat 4X to fade] Low-ri-der.. low-ri-der.. |
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Pray God you can cope I stand outside This woman's work This woman's world Ooooh it's hard on the man Now his part is over Now starts the craft of the Father I know you've got a little life in you left I know you've got a lot of strength left I know you've got a little life in you yet I know you've got a lot of strength left I should be crying but I just can't let it show I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking All the things we should've said that I never said All the things we should have done that we never did All the things we should have given but I didn't Oh darling make it go Make it go away Give me these moments Give them back to me Give me that little kiss Give me your ... I know you have a little life in you yet Give me your hand babe I know you have a lot of strength left Give me your prayers I know you have a little life in you yet Ooooh oooh oooh I know you have a lot of strength left Your loved child I know you have a little life in you yet Whatever you need baby I know you have a lot of strength left Give me your hand I know you have a little life in you yet Give me you hand I know you have a lot of strength left I should be crying but I just can't let it show I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking Of all the things we should've said that we never said All the things we should have done that we never did All the things that you wanted from me All the things that you needed tell me All the things I should have given but I didn't Oh darling make it go away Just make it go away now |
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I'm crying everyone's tears And there inside our private war I died the night before And all of these remnants of joy and disaster What am I suppose to do I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul But nothing would change, nothing would change at all It's just a day that brings it all about Just another day and nothing's any good The DJ's playing the same song I have so much to do I have to carry on I wonder if this grief will ever let me go I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah The king of sorrow I suppose I could just walk away Will I disappoint my future if I stay It's just a day that brings it all about Just another day and nothing's any good The DJ's playing the same song I have so much to do I have to carry on I wonder will this grief ever be gone Will it ever go I'm the king of sorrow, yeah The king of sorrow I'm crying everyone's tears I have already paid for all my future sins There's nothing anyone Can say to take this away It's just another day and nothing's any good I'm the king of sorrow, yeah King of sorrow I'm the king of sorrow, yeah King of sorrow Repeat above until fade |
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