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X GONNA GIVE IT TO YA
20/12/2005 13:38
Interprete : DmX
Année : 2003
Texte :
Arf arf
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (grrr)
Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted
This rap shit, is mine
Motherfucking, it's not, a fucking game
Fuck what u heard
It's what u hearing
It's what u hearing (listen) *Repeat three times
[VERSE 1]
X gon give it to ya
Fuck wait for u to get it on your own
X gon deliver to ya
Knock, knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel
Go hard gettin busy wit it
But I got such a good heart
That I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it
Damn right and I'll do it again
Cuz I am right so I gots to win
Break break wit the enemy
But no matter how mant cats I break bead wit
I'll break who u sendin me
U motherfucker never wanted nothin
But your wife said, that's for the light day
I'm gettin down, down
Make it say freeze
But won't be the one endin up on his knees (whoo)
Please, if the only thing u cats did is come out to play
Stay out my way
[CHORUS]
First we gonna Rock, then we gonna Roll
Then we let it Pop, go let it Go
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
*Repeat once
[VERSE 2]
Ain't never gave nothin to me
But everything I turn around
Cats got they hands out wantin something from me
I ain't got it so u can't get it
Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it
Hit it wit full strength
I'm a jail nigga
So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen
U against le, me against u
Whatever, whenever
What the fuck u gon do?
I'm a wool fin sheep clothin
Only nigga that u know that can chill
Come back and get the streets open
I've been doin this for nineteen years
Wanna fight me
Fight these tears
I put in work and it's all for the kids
But these cats done forgot what work is (uh huh)
They don't know who we be
Lookin, but they don't know who they see
[CHORUS]
First we gonna Rock, then we gonna Roll
Then we let it Pop, go let it Go
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
*Repeat once
[VERSE 3]
Aiiyo where my niggaz at !
I know I got them down in the game
Give em love and they give it back
Talk too much for too long
Don't give up u're too strong (what)
A dog too bow-bow hug it
Shout out to niggaz that done it
And it ain't even about the dough
It's about gettin down for what u stand for yo
[CHORUS]
First we gonna Rock, then we gonna Roll
Then we let it Pop, go let it Go
X gon give itto ya
He gon giive it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
*Repeat twice
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NEANT
17/12/2005 19:33
Interprete : lil romeo
Année : 1900
Texte :
I'll give anything for love,
Just to be with you.
And girl I swear I'll never change,
The way you are.
Cause I will be there,
I will be there for you,
Forever more.
I wanna share my life,
It's only right that you be mine.
Cause you,
Are my angel from above girl
Angel from above.
And you,
Make the world go round with love girl
You are my angel from above.
Everytime I close my eyes,
I thank the lord that I've found you.
And girl I swear I'll never change,
Your my dream come true.
Cause I will be there,
I will be there for you,
forever more.
I wanna share my life,
It's only right that you be mine.
Cause you,
Are my angel from above girl
Angel from above.
And you,
Make the world go round with love girl,
You are my angel from above.
You're my angel girl,
You, are my angel from above girl,
Angel from above.
And you,
Make the world go round with love girl,
You are my angel from above.
You are my angel girl,
And you,
Make the world go round with love girl,
You are my angel from above.
And you,
Are my angel from above girl,
Angel from above.
And you,
Make the world go round with love girl,
You are my angel from above.
And you,
Are my angel from above girl,
Angel from above.
And You,
Make the world go round with love girl,
You are my angel from above.
And You,
Are my angel from above girl.
DEDY a kelkun a ki je tien bcp...
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MY NAME ISSSSSSSSSS
17/12/2005 19:28
Interprete : lil bow wow , , snoop dogg
Année : 2000
Texte :
Hair nappy but I'm happy
pocket full of dough
from the C-O representing So So
The girls recognize and these niggas do too
I'm the flyest thing walking through jr. high school
so make room next to your little backstreet poster
cause bow wow's here and it's over
ya heard
I'm this
I'm that
I'm all of the above
And a big body shotgun riding on dubs
I've been seen with the baddest
heard with the best
And I got it locked down from the east to the west
Look in my eyes yall know
I ain't playing
That's why all through the streets all I'm hearing niggas saying is
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
Where my dogs at bark wit me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
And all my girls around the way that love how it's going down say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
Where my dogs at bark wit me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
And all the girls around the way that love how it's going down
Now that the gate's wide open it is I who
they running from
little with the ill crossover
like Iverson in 2k
My way I'm the first to rock
first to drop
Nice and embezzled of a g-shop
like Big and Pac
I'm hard to forget
what makes it even worseI'm just getting started
yeah that's me
that's got your daughter in a frenzy
yeah that's me
that's got her arguing with her friends
about who gone get me when they see me
saying do you see him ooh he the man
13
game lock
don't trip
all that in a bag of chips
Hi my name is
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
Where my dogs at bark wit me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
And all my girls around the way that love how it's going down say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
Where my dogs at bark wit me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
And all the girls around the way that love how it's going down
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
Woof mother*****
that dog game to play
calgon calgon take me away
I'm in the dirty dirty with my nephew J
Dizzy izzy boy we getting bizzy
with little Bow wizzy
this s*** is off the heezy
I threw him like a frisbee
yeah he came back
like a boomerang
dog pound gang
hundred thousand dollar chains
what you say JD
bling bling
money aint a thang
you ask me again
I'mma tell you the same
I'm flipping on these niggas
while I'm tripping on these niggas
Buck 1, Buck 2, Buck 3, Buck 4
you standing on a wall
nigga bust a
but you can't trust her
that's good game
you all my niggas
represent your thang
put it up
now click clack it up
and all them hoes back it up
we do it to you doggie style
Big Bow Wow in your mouth
Bow Wow
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
Where my dogs at bark wit me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
And all my girls around the way that love how it's going down say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
Where my dogs at bark wit me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yea
And all the girls around the way that love how it's going down
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I NEED A GIRL
17/12/2005 19:21
Interprete : P. Diddy (feat. Usher, & Loon)
Année : 2002
Texte :
P. Diddy]
Yeah, Yeah
I need a, I want a
[Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
[P. Diddy]
Yo, I'm internationally known on the microphone
I got it all, but I really need a wife at home
I don't really like the zone, never spend the night alone
I got a few, you would like to bone
But, chicks don't romance me, don't tickle my fancy
Only Tiffany, Nancy; that's not what my plans be
I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a family
Go to trips at the Lancy, trip to the Grammy's cause
Most of these girls be confusin me
I don't know if they really love me or they usin me
Here's the money, or maybe you ain't used to me
Cause you was depressed and now you abusin me
That's why I need a girl that be true to me
Know bout the game, and know how to do to me
Without a girl on my side, shit I ruin me
Forget the word, it's just you and me
[P. Diddy & Usher]
Now let's ride.....
[Chorus: Usher]
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to make my wife
I need a girl who's mine oh mine
I need a girl in my life
I need a girl to ride, ride, ride
I need a girl to be my wife
Nobody else cuz she's all mine
I need a girl in my life
[Loon]
Yo, now I have had a lot of women in my lifetime
But see it's not a lot of women that got the right mind
I done had pretty chicks with all the right features
And hoodrat chicks that only rock sneakers
Cellphones and beepers, and know how to treat ya
You break her heart, she'll walk out and leave ya
I find a girl, I'ma keep her
Cuz now I'm gettin money and the game gettin deeper
I want some real shit, I need somebody I can chill with
I need somebody I can build with
I need somebody I can hold tight
With the time and no full limits, no right
Anytime we tog
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GOT YOURSELF A GUN
17/12/2005 19:13
Interprete : nas
Année : 2002
Texte :
Woke up this mornin', you got yourself a gun, you got yourself a gun"..
[Chorus]
Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
you want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You ain't real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
[Verse 1]
My first album had no famous guest appearances
the outcome, I'm was 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 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle
You lames should huddle, your teams 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.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
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 barbers preciseness
Bravehearted for life, it's -
the return of the Golden Child, son of a blues 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 Gods 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, reppin'
hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's - the - return of the Prince, the boss
this is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft
sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss
stick shift look sick up in that boxsta 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 live, 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
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