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[Ali]
Yo, yo, yo, yo [Chorus:] Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out) Do the chickenhead go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out) Do the monastery go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back out and let ya knees bend [Verse: Ali] Somebody move, nobody get hurt This is official, man, only dance flo' experts And party animals and me being a rhyme cannibal Flamable Hannibal while it's bangin' it's understandable Now back to somebody movin' nobody get hurt My intentions on this one is the party wait up fa' sho Now go to work and do the chicken (buh kah) Do the chicken, and once you do it's cookin' Believe me dirty it's kickin' through the door Throwback Vokal valore I see me a do it fresh off tour, head to the floor Take it round, round, chickenhead breakin' it down Created by my town the monastery is found Or the Casino like Nino, I'm that nigga can see low Prob' movin' all black, white, la-latino There will be no extra space to waste Pick up the pace, see your heart rate And if you start to hyperventilate [Chorus] [Verse: Ali] Right now, I hope you wit me I'm a Wizard like Chris Whitney When doin' it law breakin' the people won't come get me First, ladies put ya drink by ya purse Fellas tuck in ya shirt and put in biblical words Sayin', ladies get ya dip right and ya hip right Fellas ya betta find that and get behind that Third, you can do it, shaken or stirred Slow up per word and flap like a bird Fo, do it some mo', five, make sure it's live Six, ladies and fellas here we go now, SWING! Seven, laid back like you lookin' for heaven Let ya body preach like we in church and you the reverend Eight, if you made it this far, dirty you straight If not, you better practice and get it fo' it's too late Nine, is this the time to prepare for the dime? Ten: start all over again! [Chorus] [Verse: Nelly] Yo, who got that, that fire? That fire, I can't lie a' I need that, that fire Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh) Pass me that, that fire That fire, I can't lie a' I'm gon' off, that fire Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh) [Ali] It's like that party feel, 'Cris and Bakardi appeal Fo' real nobody killin', so what, like a naughty wheel Like Pac say, I got mine, gotta get yours Take it lower than ya did before, control the floor You can be county or city, ugly or pretty Don't trust the tig ol' bitties, only do five to fifty Now breathe in, breathe out If ya got it goin' then show me what you about [Chorus] |
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[Introduction]
Gorillaz Back the fuck up D12 [Proof] There new terrors in rock (rock) On every block (block) Late for school, late for work But ahead of these cops (cops) My credit is shock, in the detonate box (box) Like, people take my life and thats pathetic as Pac's (Pac's) A waste of the talent, say my boys is just no where Placed on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage, Nato barriers, Hate embarrassed There is the faith to cherish In your room face to face with race awareness A race to share with army bombin' your God is with you Calm over war, we gotta start our pistol Cause if you right and, know you right, then where's your righteous ways We sacrifice, snatch your life, many nights and days Follow me into equality we might behave And only christ can say the trife will reunite again [Kuniva] America owns, without a fucking care in my dome Bearin' my bones, so far away staring at home Stay at my zone, falling asleep late with my chrome Feelin' hype from these rockets burning like straightenin' in the cones Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef Spray at your peeps for christmas, give a key to my neice Real niggas feel us and fear us Gorillaz beat on they chest when Dangerous lyricist, I hope that you hear us The spirit of Bugz is still in me God bless it's the trinity Cause my bullets they come in threes like trilogy's Put the knife away, missiles away strike and blaze So much smoke you can't tell the difference between night and day Right away blow your life away, so light your haze Hold tight grenade's so when it blows I'm slightly grazed Kuniva might be crazed unleashin' unlikely rage The next time you hear a verse from me I might be caged [Chorus] Aaaahhhiyyyaaaa Ahhhayayayayay Aaaahhhiyyyaaaa Ahhhayayayayay [Bizarre] Everynight I talk to a black hawk, taking heroin in bulks Watch my body hit the chalks I'm too lazy, masculines got me crazy Rape this old lady, while the bitch was having a baby And I ain't never going home, Bizarre can for go It's cold I'll be for cyphering, right from wrong As I sit in my seat and remain calm And close my eyes and wait for the bomb (Here it comes!) [Bomb Blows Up] [Swifty] I'm gettin' the fuck on, I'm aggrivated I know I'll make it, I'm in a place full of hatred Treatin' my life like a sacrred Try to check me, I break your neck Disrespect me you get injected It's hectic with some bullshit that happen You least expected We just don't accept it nigga I go ahead, lift my trigger Get rid of bitches, pay you a visit, then get your shit lit I'm a nitwit with a big dick, and big balls I don't miss shit I hit all, whoever that did this, We gonna getch'all [Chorus] [Kon Artis] Yo, yo Now whether it's Sadam or Bin Laden That's been startin all this trouble for us Creepin horrors doin' show after show, sleepin' on the tour bus We lost Aaliyah, lost our families, it takes no tenges You don't need us to say the world is fucked up dawgs, we can see it Now it seems the public needs this shit to calm its kids Cuz they findin' out how you lied about your twisted sins They say we bad for you but shit our music is your friend They can't deter you from the truth cause we're the helping hand [Terry Hall] We are one, and one is all We are, we are one And one is all [Chorus] |
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1 2 3 Yeah Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Wooh Like a million elephants or silver back Orangutangs you can't stop the train Who wants some Don't come unprepared I'll be there but when I leave there Better be a household name The weatherman tellin us it ain't gon rain So now we sittin in a droptop soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin'somersaults with out the net But this'll be the year that we wont forget 1 9 9 9 Anno Domini anything goes Be what you want to be long as you know consequences are given for living the fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch hell HOT Get a life now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail a scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home thangs are wrong Well not really it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello ghetto let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo Owwww Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Uno dos tres it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone Like that there boy and we still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac about five niggaz deep Seventy five MC's freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk stay drunk at the club Should've bought an ounce but you copped a dub Should've held back but you threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four years Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it quit it rag top Before you RE up get a laptop Make a buisiness for yourself boy set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four but we on the road Hold up slow up stop control Like Janet Planet Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd comin straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order I'd like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border Piti pat rappers trying to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to A Town boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride HA Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival |
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Intro]
you ready, don't you know dawg? J.L., Big Al, come on and roll wit me Suella (laughing) This is for all y'all, look Just cause I call myself Pretty they think I'm arrogant or somethin' Dawg I'm just talkin' about Pretty life playboy That's how we do it up herre You know what I'm sayin, look [Verse] Why can't I call myself Pretty (Pretty) If you thugged out, cleaned up, seen us, all black truck and blinged up Big bucks must be made and not truss No one can do it betta' than us, so playa what I'm a small cat, but I'm ready for action When it comes to freakin' women I get down like Jesse Jackson, I'm maxin' Man, I'm as cool as a fan, in Dark Times All cats, leavin' ya straight for Frontline But the haters keep on talkin' to me daily (daily) The hell with conversation playa, pay me (pay me) Got safe, got me out the cracks (the slums) I'm a playa rockin' shows leavin' record ???, it's fun Hard work and dedication will pay, just a dose of Pretty Willie will keep the doctor away What more can I say, the truth and nothin' but the truth But for them haters that didn't want it yo this one's for you (I'm like) [Chorus: 2x] Na Na Na Na Naaa (Na Na Na Na Naaa) Naaa Na Na Na Naaa (Naaa Na Na Na Naaa) I'm just Suella, makin' my life betta' Got cr'me, feddy, and chedda', ready to do whatever [Verse] It seem like y'all (y'all) cats (cats) Claimin' to be real, y'all need to stop (stop) that (that) Cause when it come to rhymin' it's like a storm, did that Avoidin' them cats, them oily gats So looks like were sergeant, they can geuss My ride is stoppin' all y'all like stop signs More cock than a glock 9, shoot nineteen times When it come to rhyme, it seem like y'all addicted to mine Makazumas line up in a single-file line Ready to hit it hot (hold up) That dawg spit like that bunny the dummy I can't quit droppin' hits, the day, for me to getcha The first realla, to fake y'all like George Gipper, the big gimper On a scale of 1 to 10, I can't be like you Wack lil' crews I choose the souf like their a flu What you would, chill and freeze, boy please Fatality for tease don't make my mission complete [Chorus] [Verse] There's no way You sorry bustas gon' take me There's no way You sorry bustas gon' take me There's no way You sorry bustas gon' take me There's no way, no way, no way [Chorus] [*Pretty Willie talking*] (laughing) yea Republic, Universal, D2 Frontline come on! [Chorus to end] |
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I'm lying alone with my head on the phone
Thinking of you till it hurts I know you hurt too but what else can we do Tormented and torn apart I wish I could carry your smile in my heart For times when my life seems so low It would make me believe what tomorrow can bring When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without you I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong I want you to come back and carry me home Away from these long, lonely nights I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem oh, so right? And what would you say if I called on you now? And said that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, it gets harder each day Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without you I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong Ooh, what are you thinking of What are you thinking of What are you thinking of What are you thinking of I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without you I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without you I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long I'm all out of love, what am I without you I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong, so wrong |
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| 3:46 |
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Tricky :
I believe in I deceive in Bottom weaving I can breathe in Make a wish in Flower fishing Moving vibration Mild relation I'm jamaican on your radio station Got a curse in Could be worse in You first In a hearse in Good as dead in Nothing left in Nothing left in Some be heading I need a head rest in And a feed from a warm breast A man making hits For the childhood of hicks Underground like Who's it sound like You all sound the same But you don't know my name Stephanie McKay: I believe in people lying I believe in people dying I believe in people trying I believe in people crying Alanis Morissette: Ah Stephanie McKay: I believe in people balking I believe in people talking Alanis Morissette: Ah Stephanie McKay: I believe in people breathing I believe in people being Tricky: We all sound the same You don't know my name Rearrange and Things don't change Things remain Feel the strain Stress Catch my breath (There'll be a new tale of) Get some rest (He and I) From the mess (In fact any time) I couldn't care less (Every day) Sugar cane (Write fictional stories) Is like smack to my vein S fame (If you want to) But I don't complain (On the street) Stephanie McKay: I believe in different reasons I believe in breath through seasons I believe when snow flakes fall I believe in buildings tall Alanis Morissette: Ah Stephanie McKay: I believe in people bombing I believe in people warring I believe diseases coming I believe that's why I'm running Alanis Morissette: Ah Stephanie McKay: Keep living Alanis Morissette: Ah Stephanie McKay: Keep living Tricky: (Alanis Morissette in the background) You gotta ask (There'll be a new tale of) Before he attacks (He and I) You got the flats (In fact any time) Dub my sacks (Every day) You've got the city (Writing fictional stories) Move out of the country I'm scrunching (If you want to) Friends that are punchy (On the street) Stephanie McKay: I believe in people falling I believe in people warring I believe diseases coming I believe that's why I'm running Alanis Morissette: Ah Stephanie McKay: I believe in people balking I believe in people talking Alanis Morissette: Ah Stephanie McKay: I believe in people breathing I believe in people being Alanis Morissette: Ah Stephanie McKay: Keep living |
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