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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
We got the crazy crew
you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up The foes that oppose me by proxy, They try to get foxy They try to rock me They say they got the 40 cal glok With the 30 round clip and they losing their damn grip. . . Well, I came back from hell so God damn fit I'll bust your lip, and make you strip You can play them games but don't play'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill, before you get out you Town Car ranting and raving, claiming you're armed I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken parm mackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin' I'll chop your ass up like I was Jimmy Coonan the westy, honey don't test me! Ooooh - I just ate 5 blotters and things are gettin' kinda wacked! If you can't live the lie, let it die and if you can't live a life full of strife just say oops! And jump through hoops, and get to the end of the line. We got the crazy crew you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up I got bear huge for my brothers and I got no love for the others c'mon kids, you ain't built for bids You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker "mucho dinero" the man with the hat said he changed his mind once the crack in his head bled movin' and shakin' the brittle illusion referring, concurring, and workin' out solutions If you can't live the lie, let it die and if you can't live a life full of strife just say oops! And jump through hoops, and get to the end of the line. Know your man, know his game, don't be ashamed from where you came, if you ask me, I'd rather have money than fame. We got the crazy crew you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
We got the crazy crew
you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up The foes that oppose me by proxy, They try to get foxy They try to rock me They say they got the 40 cal glok With the 30 round clip and they losing their damn grip. . . Well, I came back from hell so God damn fit I'll bust your lip, and make you strip You can play them games but don't play'em in my park I'll spill a wild bill, before you get out you Town Car ranting and raving, claiming you're armed I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken parm mackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin' I'll chop your ass up like I was Jimmy Coonan the westy, honey don't test me! Ooooh - I just ate 5 blotters and things are gettin' kinda wacked! If you can't live the lie, let it die and if you can't live a life full of strife just say oops! And jump through hoops, and get to the end of the line. We got the crazy crew you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up I got bear huge for my brothers and I got no love for the others c'mon kids, you ain't built for bids You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker "mucho dinero" the man with the hat said he changed his mind once the crack in his head bled movin' and shakin' the brittle illusion referring, concurring, and workin' out solutions If you can't live the lie, let it die and if you can't live a life full of strife just say oops! And jump through hoops, and get to the end of the line. Know your man, know his game, don't be ashamed from where you came, if you ask me, I'd rather have money than fame. We got the crazy crew you think you coming we say- "na na na" we got the block locked up |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Bombin' the L (12x)
Lord, I can't change (2x) I usta more ya yo than Phizer Pharmaceuticals paid my way through college, and still had residuals Moved more wait than arnold on steriods shot more punks than rocks in asteroids caught more heat than Aruba in August Never spilled the beans when the cops finally caught us All my liquid assets are flowing like a stream and my fingers are faster than Yngwie Malmstein Everybody round me making money I see everybody round me making money Why can't I? Lord, I can't change (4x) I get my macaroni salad from Dean and Deluca and I top my red death with the white Zambuca stick up kid yeah, without no errors I'm smashing twelve hundreds on sucker rhyme sayers Like Hendrix I freak you, like Tito I treat you Bombin' Tha "L" i see you You freak, you coochie frito ! There's something about a train! Lord, I can't change (8x) Bombin' the L (14x) Lord, I can't change (11x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Bombin' the L (12x)
Lord, I can't change (2x) I usta more ya yo than Phizer Pharmaceuticals paid my way through college, and still had residuals Moved more wait than arnold on steriods shot more punks than rocks in asteroids caught more heat than Aruba in August Never spilled the beans when the cops finally caught us All my liquid assets are flowing like a stream and my fingers are faster than Yngwie Malmstein Everybody round me making money I see everybody round me making money Why can't I? Lord, I can't change (4x) I get my macaroni salad from Dean and Deluca and I top my red death with the white Zambuca stick up kid yeah, without no errors I'm smashing twelve hundreds on sucker rhyme sayers Like Hendrix I freak you, like Tito I treat you Bombin' Tha "L" i see you You freak, you coochie frito ! There's something about a train! Lord, I can't change (8x) Bombin' the L (14x) Lord, I can't change (11x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Hemlock five caugt me out there later on
It's the girl I told the man, but he swore he'd prove me wrong Not seeing as I saw it as I gazed at the skyline Someone dropped me a dime, someone took the time I'm not a man with a grasp on reality Kerouac is wack but I'm down with Dostoevsky Sugar's got my back plus Baretta .380's One of which I dropped as the man tried to bait me. Come on, find yourself. Its you, its always been you, its always been in you. Now don't get it messed up, they got me all dressed up. To feed me to the fishes, I use my mojo for the loco I know the soft machine and its goings ons and I'll be damned if the man's gonna spill me You wanna see me go wild and crazy, I'm sorry man but your threats don't phase me. You covered the ground but you'tr lazy. Come on contest me. Come on, find yourself. Its you, its always been you, its always been in you |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Hemlock five caugt me out there later on
It's the girl I told the man, but he swore he'd prove me wrong Not seeing as I saw it as I gazed at the skyline Someone dropped me a dime, someone took the time I'm not a man with a grasp on reality Kerouac is wack but I'm down with Dostoevsky Sugar's got my back plus Baretta .380's One of which I dropped as the man tried to bait me. Come on, find yourself. Its you, its always been you, its always been in you. Now don't get it messed up, they got me all dressed up. To feed me to the fishes, I use my mojo for the loco I know the soft machine and its goings ons and I'll be damned if the man's gonna spill me You wanna see me go wild and crazy, I'm sorry man but your threats don't phase me. You covered the ground but you'tr lazy. Come on contest me. Come on, find yourself. Its you, its always been you, its always been in you |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Coney Island girl.
I know this ain't no time to be talking. Yo baby, I'll understand it if you keep on walking. It's not like I liked you anyway, it's the way that you swag it and sway. Reminds me of a girl I used to know back in the Bay. Coney island girl. Now come here and don't get mad. I gave her all I thought I had. I must live my life alone and never kiss anyone else on the Cyclone. As crazy as it seems. I'm having recurring dreams. You are not there, but she is. So now split. Coney Island girl. (4x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yangin' the young for their products and profit The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don't need kids makin' bids with their nine's in their goose downs 'Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain't got none You try to discern between truth and suggestion but they bid for your ID via fear of rejection All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness manifesting some sort of natural impatience Deaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasher Enveloping the b-boy, the doper, the thrasher Looking to be judged but when judged by the book Son you're running to the hook Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back with the funk hits, and the F.L.C. is coming to grips with a fist full of funk hits I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up and I stuck'em in his ear. The man stepped to me, he wouldn't let it end though, so I threw his ass out the Roxy Deli window I ain't pushin' no party, I ain't meddlin' in Saudi, but i think it's fucked up, what the federal has laid on me I've been watchin' the news, you're forcing people to choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue The deceiver's deceiving because the people believe him Soon the troops'll be bleedin' and their mama's will be grieving So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the facts Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
They try to move us; to use us
like Judas did Jesus; to please us Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples How are we gonna get 'em? How are we gonna vote them out? When the wingtips got it locked up With one thing you don't know. Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it. But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . . And we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (3x) I see the hoes and the hustlers be piled up in clusters since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani and the black kill the black and Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . . The same damn story and a sequel I thought I fought for what was right, but in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight. I think I caught you out there chillin in the Bahamas. I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (5x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
They try to move us; to use us
like Judas did Jesus; to please us Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples How are we gonna get 'em? How are we gonna vote them out? When the wingtips got it locked up With one thing you don't know. Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it. But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . . And we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (3x) I see the hoes and the hustlers be piled up in clusters since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani and the black kill the black and Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . . The same damn story and a sequel I thought I fought for what was right, but in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight. I think I caught you out there chillin in the Bahamas. I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (5x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
They try to move us; to use us
like Judas did Jesus; to please us Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples How are we gonna get 'em? How are we gonna vote them out? When the wingtips got it locked up With one thing you don't know. Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it. But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . . And we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (3x) I see the hoes and the hustlers be piled up in clusters since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani and the black kill the black and Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . . The same damn story and a sequel I thought I fought for what was right, but in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight. I think I caught you out there chillin in the Bahamas. I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (5x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots he bought the suits but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing he flipped one fine summer afternoon he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon. He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois. La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York" He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he tried to see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine; and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind. Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough; they raided Franky's room and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope, about how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope. It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots he bought the suits but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing he flipped one fine summer afternoon he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon. He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois. La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York" He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he tried to see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine; and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind. Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough; they raided Franky's room and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope, about how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope. It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
In methadonia, they weeble and they wobble
but they don't fall down You see, the fed has got their back and they say it's better than crack, plus it keeps them mellow and passive. . . And takes them to the land of Methadonia. There are three around my way, all day I see them stray, up the block and down the stairs, comin' in groups and leaving in pairs like suckers. With their weeks supply I and I see them selling the elixir of life And takes them to the land of Methadonia. I see you hangin' on my stoop, you better swoop before I do, some jammies in your eye because the place in which you're sent by your liquid orange friend has kept you from it for so long And takes them to the land of Methadonia |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
In methadonia, they weeble and they wobble
but they don't fall down You see, the fed has got their back and they say it's better than crack, plus it keeps them mellow and passive. . . And takes them to the land of Methadonia. There are three around my way, all day I see them stray, up the block and down the stairs, comin' in groups and leaving in pairs like suckers. With their weeks supply I and I see them selling the elixir of life And takes them to the land of Methadonia. I see you hangin' on my stoop, you better swoop before I do, some jammies in your eye because the place in which you're sent by your liquid orange friend has kept you from it for so long And takes them to the land of Methadonia |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
I'm a nicely zooted new car owner, and I'm somewhat convoluted
because I'm living in a coma I render those useless who pinch off my trim, Your light they are on but your lights they are dim I got the bushmill shots, and cops that give me props I got the Motts, Spike, I got the Motts. Having fun with my gun, son, its always loaded and the FLC is raw y'all not candy coated. Cooling on the block With my case of Rolling Rock Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys They asked me to be mayor, and if I had a choice I love you people and my boys love you too, So fuck the king of beers this ones for you. So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow" the FLC with the mucho grande style You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix a man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't pay the tax and you can't wax the man if you choke. You know the funk I drop is wild just like Aretha beltin', My shit is going fast, so get your second helping, My brain cells are dying, young women are crying, but I keep on trying, Like my man Jack Ryan. You see my man is in my fae as if he has been drinking They say that he needs space but I know what he is thinking We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted Its the Fun Lovin' Criminal out to represent I know its tough being hard and politically correct So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow" the FLC with the mucho grande style You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix a man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't pay the tax and you can't wax the man if you choke |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
I'm a nicely zooted new car owner, and I'm somewhat convoluted
because I'm living in a coma I render those useless who pinch off my trim, Your light they are on but your lights they are dim I got the bushmill shots, and cops that give me props I got the Motts, Spike, I got the Motts. Having fun with my gun, son, its always loaded and the FLC is raw y'all not candy coated. Cooling on the block With my case of Rolling Rock Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys They asked me to be mayor, and if I had a choice I love you people and my boys love you too, So fuck the king of beers this ones for you. So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow" the FLC with the mucho grande style You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix a man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't pay the tax and you can't wax the man if you choke. You know the funk I drop is wild just like Aretha beltin', My shit is going fast, so get your second helping, My brain cells are dying, young women are crying, but I keep on trying, Like my man Jack Ryan. You see my man is in my fae as if he has been drinking They say that he needs space but I know what he is thinking We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted Its the Fun Lovin' Criminal out to represent I know its tough being hard and politically correct So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow" the FLC with the mucho grande style You know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fix a man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't pay the tax and you can't wax the man if you choke |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
back to the lab, with my gift of gab and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya, I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula you're my four leaf clover even bending over; I love you like rover; I'm your little lawnmower but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower. See, I'm a man's man; do you understand? What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand. So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge. I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I'll bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom. Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science pocket full of blunts and a full carry license never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest I'm a half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
back to the lab, with my gift of gab and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya, I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula you're my four leaf clover even bending over; I love you like rover; I'm your little lawnmower but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower. See, I'm a man's man; do you understand? What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand. So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge. I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I'll bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom. Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science pocket full of blunts and a full carry license never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest I'm a half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.C. with the wing tip shoes. My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you better make a decision. I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set me on your ass because they didn't know better. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. I hold the fort left, right and center the number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photo finish I'm in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role, see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro. So smoke your pot and drink your rock and chill where it's shady. I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- Da-Vida baby. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . . Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.C. with the wing tip shoes. My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you better make a decision. I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set me on your ass because they didn't know better. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. I hold the fort left, right and center the number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photo finish I'm in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role, see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro. So smoke your pot and drink your rock and chill where it's shady. I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- Da-Vida baby. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . . Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold all the precious things life has in store. And we got all the love in the world. And as time goes by you will find we need nothing more. And every step of the way we'll find us with the kiss of the world behind us. And we got all the time in the world for love. Nothing more, nothing less, only love. (2x) Only love, yeah baby. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Come Find Yourself (1996)
We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold all the precious things life has in store. And we got all the love in the world. And as time goes by you will find we need nothing more. And every step of the way we'll find us with the kiss of the world behind us. And we got all the time in the world for love. Nothing more, nothing less, only love. (2x) Only love, yeah baby. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
When 8 o'clock rolls around
and the same old shit is gettin' down go to 10th street, yeah 10th street If you don't want D and you don't want that crap but you gotta get the monkey off ya back go to 10th street, 10th street We got what ya need A pillow bag with much to many seeds Up on 10th street Baby, baby keep it down I believe I see the man Look around as much as you like smell the bags and hold on tight on 10th street yeah, 10th street They'll gladly snatch your cash, give 'em ... shit and call it hash on 10th street That's right on 10th street We got what ya need A pillow bag with much to many seeds Up on 10th street Baby, baby keep it down I believe I see the man Baby, baby keep it down I believe I see the man |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
Now I thought we'd come alive and
Stop all this drunken driving You were the one who wanted to storm those gates and kill those prophets that couldn't relate But still you're the one who wanted to save your soul With all your bullshit rock and roll But now she hides her eyes burns her house and hopes she dies * Never gettin' my hands dirty Uh-huh, uh-huh It's not just for myself, not just all for self, no I figured we'd move it on up, move it on up, yeah Not just for myself, not just all for self, no Now he put your hand in mine Come daddy come show me a sign Now what I do I do for youths The white and the black and the browns and the blues Now promise comes in two foot waves The moving earth and diggin' the graves Now he tried to justify it But he'll feel better once he tries it *Repeat to fade out |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
Like 9 till 10 love 5 point hit
All you had was your fist if it was in the grim Some say they're ignorant They leave a trail spend hard time in jail And bang their girl through the mail But now millennium where did the time go And while the lines show Now sit dressed up before Geraldo Now if you've seen hard times you're not alone 9 seven hoboken upon your telephone * All my time is gone All my time is gone So familiar I hear the music in my head(x2) Now I got myself in with men of respect I might get off easy or get a broken neck But when they find me I'll give 'em hell Not form but 'cause I never fail Like Rocky till the ring of bell Hard times depression's curve I think a lot about nouns but nothing in verbs I wanna run, you make me stay I scured the edge of the map until I get out of range *Repeat(x5) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
I think about the block keep it close like treasure
Keep it packed away where no one come in to Got pulled out of the mix like forever and ever I thought you told me how you felt about it in your letter But that is all behind me like Georgio Armani I'm sipping campari feed my dog salami Never gave nobody up, I did my time I didn't bitch Since I been back I heard you switched : But I'm back on the block and the air tastes sweeter Yeah I'm back on the block and I barely believe ya Yeah I'm back on the block and the air tastes sweeter Yeah I'm back on the blockI remember the block and how it all began You was a ramblin' man with a shake in your hand Now, when they ran up fisty cuts in the plan One who does it, who you was So you dropped it on the cousin and you blamed it on me He said nothing to the man but he said something to me One, two, three but still I gave him the fifth But since I've been back I heard you switchedAnd she keeps goin' on and on about it, hmm hmm And he keeps goin' on and on and on about it And Drunk Eddie from the store, he keeps goin' on and on about it He keeps goin' on and on about it. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
Axamillion morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him They had platform heels, nose job bills And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill Supermodels on my 'D', 1 2 3 He said "2 for you, 2 for me" Face like a saint, suckin' like a sinner Cocaine makes you thinner, cocaine makes you thinner I got supermodels on my 'D'(x3) Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singin' the blues Just like gasarama on Avenue B He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls He said "You gotta have the love in this fucked up world" You gotta have the love in this fucked up world You gotta have that sweet, sweet love That keeps you warm at night - ooo bop bop shabba You gotta have that love, for the world the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha Shoo be doo bop bop I got Supermodels on my 'D' (x8) Can't you see, can't you see That I got a supermodel on my 'D' (repeat to end) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use * Korean Bodega, it's in my favor (2x) See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope *Repeat to fade out |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
* Barry White, saved my life
And if Barry White, saved your life Or got you back with your ex-wife Sing Barry White, Barry White, it's alright. Now I was watching Banachek My mind's eye right back when i was a seed and learning 'bout life At night they came together and gave me sight He said it's better doing this, than sucking on a pipe Now when she came over, she brought the discus On and on, she promised to kick this EWF, stole my breath When he finished, there was nothing left *Repeat Over and over, 'til it's ready Sing about it low and fat like J. P. Ghetti We make it happen, ass slappin' Sitting on the point to where you never catch us nappin' CO efino, he got the money grips No parking for Saturday night and the pips The pips know the hymns, they singing along Like knowing the verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight Ummmmm Do a little like that Barry White, Barry White, You know it's alright *Repeat(x2) [fade out] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
Now everyone is goin' out, but I'm stayin' in
You see I gotta nurse my lonely heart, with the mini bar gin It's not that my baby is mad at me, no, for doin' something wrong It's just that I'm so far, far away from her, and I've been here for so long * So won't you please try and understand that we ain't that kind of band You choose and you choose, baby and sometimes end up with the mini bar blues Now love thy neighbour and the children they flock The suckers that shwag me baby are suckers that I Glock See I'm the fire hose, and everybody knows, that I'll knock you down and kick that ass So when I go out on the town, straight out of the ground I ain't lookin' to get on down, it's just one of them things, ask Steve, me and the fellas, sipping on some Heinekens, if you know what I'm trying to express through my music *Repeat(x2) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
On a night with no lights
They found a young girl's body Jigged and beaten and they made it a priority But the boys in blue couldn't solve the case Because the girl that hit the curb didn't have no face They found her on Delancy Street, Christmas Eve No suspect sought, much to my relief And I said wash your face little girl, for real Pretend you came back with that mass appeal Now diamonds for your pearl, clicking and heels Shaking that ass for extra value meals And down that part of town, that frightens the masses Filled with mean motherfuckers and noxious gases Delancy I love you, I need you You're the only one for me Delancy I love you, I need you I miss you on the Southside of the street They're all bums girl, they're all bums girl They're livin' in their fucked up places I'm talking murder, I'm talking blackmail and jazz And guys with burned up faces Delancy I love you, I need you You're the only one for me Delancy I love you I need you Southside, Southside Delancy I love you I need you You're the only one for me Delancy I love you I need you I miss you on the Southside of the street You know that you're the flower, baby I am Dr Pepper I saw you on the street and it made me feel much better I dragged him 'cross the ground to show him what he'd done I seen an F' train coming, shining like the sun Yeah I looked both ways before I pushed him in the track I heard a scream, a crack and I never looked back Delancy on my mind |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
Back in '78, I was a kid,
I didn't know shit and I never did When the summer got hot, we praid for rain But since the lights went out I've never been the same But when we got older I caught the gust Livin' in the park with the rest of the nuts But now I waver, I feel it heavy on my mind A life-saver that's been there all the time And she don't lie, she don't lie but I do She don't know, she don't know but I do And I play heavy on my mind The booker got blessed on her date of birth from green point ave across to Benson Hurst She keeps my family together, keeps my foes at bay When she's chillin' off the leash you better stay away I remember you and I, we used to chill on a stoop maxing and ... without any loot Now you got it going strong but i feel long in the tooth girl Now you got it going strong but i feel long in the tooth And I don't know what to feel anymore But I'm trying, I'm trying to tell her And I don't know what to think anymore But I think, I think I ought to build myself ... And she don't lie, she don't lie but I do She don't know, she don't know but I do And I play heavy on my mind And I don't know what to feel anymore But I'm trying, I'm trying to tell her And I don't know what to think anymore But I think, I think I ought to build myself ... And she don't lie, she don't lie but I do She don't know, she don't know but I do And I play heavy on my mind And she don't lie, she don't lie but I do |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
Paulie ran like hell, car-jacked my moma's Pontiac
Dropped it off at the house, and he was sorry and he'd bring it back Got on the Major Deagan, fighting a heart attack But that was that, an hour out to Hackensack Runnin', Kosciusko to the L.I.E Traffic out the ass as far as the eye could see Flip on the radio: WNBC, 3 men shot tryin' to free Gotti' The View Belongs To Everyone (4x) He heard they moved the Don out west somewhere like Oregon Long live the king runnin' the marathon He drifted back to 'Days' at the ‘Octagon’ Where the Goombas held the guards and did the pissing on And now they ain't no mob just some criminal collective Since Rudy and the right got his ass re-elected We esteem too easy, obtain too cheap And we talk a lotta shit from the back fuckin' seat Long live the King, but who will wear his crown They're flowing like a stream, deep from Underground Long live the king, but who will wear his crown Can you get down, can you get down? (repeat to fade out) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump See I grew up on the hill But still I keep ready Had a mind of my own like Wes gave to Freddy As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth Spending nights with my rights, knocked to my tooth Yeah, it scarred my soul It fucked me up like vodka Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star The Big Top knows all the choices you chose Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes * Now up on the Hill is where you find us Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill ** And up on the Hill is where you find us And up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill Now go make your mound in an anthill, sonny You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido I said Lido, who-a-oh I said one more time, ought to get it Now look up, look up higher and see It's not as hard as you figured it would be Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter agreed, Now - if it's all right with you it's all right with me **Repeat *Repeat(x2) **Repeat(x2) *Repeat(x2) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - 100% Columbian (1998)
5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this?
Your life on the streets is done, forget the business You get what you give, another day another dead one Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne Tryin' to move it on up, tryin' to move the fuck out You ain't Billy the kid, you ain't no ghetto son with clout No doubt you had it hard, just a shard from the mirror That went out * Yeah we're all very worried about you, Yeah we're all very worried about you, And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up, And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up, And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up, And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up, You was a little out of line but you acted like you cared And from now on, your life, and his, forever bare I'm out on the streets, hearin' bullshit for weeks I think it's time for you and me to meet And if it's all minor scales and the check ain't in the mail While you feelin' like you failed, wind blowin' past your sail Nice place to live now son, where you gonna run? Understand where we comin' from, put down the gun *Repeat |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
Bombin' the L (12x)
Lord, I can't change (2x) I usta more ya yo than Phizer Pharmaceuticals paid my way through college, and still had residuals Moved more wait than arnold on steriods shot more punks than rocks in asteroids caught more heat than Aruba in August Never spilled the beans when the cops finally caught us All my liquid assets are flowing like a stream and my fingers are faster than Yngwie Malmstein Everybody round me making money I see everybody round me making money Why can't I? Lord, I can't change (4x) I get my macaroni salad from Dean and Deluca and I top my red death with the white Zambuca stick up kid yeah, without no errors I'm smashing twelve hundreds on sucker rhyme sayers Like Hendrix I freak you, like Tito I treat you Bombin' Tha "L" i see you You freak, you coochie frito ! There's something about a train! Lord, I can't change (8x) Bombin' the L (14x) Lord, I can't change (11x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
Coney Island girl.
I know this ain't no time to be talking. Yo baby, I'll understand it if you keep on walking. It's not like I liked you anyway, it's the way that you swag it and sway. Reminds me of a girl I used to know back in the Bay. Coney island girl. Now come here and don't get mad. I gave her all I thought I had. I must live my life alone and never kiss anyone else on the Cyclone. As crazy as it seems. I'm having recurring dreams. You are not there, but she is. So now split. Coney Island girl. (4x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
Time is driftin', this rock has got to roll,
So I hit the road and made my getaway. Restless feeling, I really gotta hold, I started searching for a better way. [Chorus] And I kept on looking for a sign in the middle of the night, But I couldn't see the light, no I couldn't see the light. I kept on lookin' for a way to take me through the night, But I couldn't get it right, no I couldn't get it right. La fever, made me feel alright, But I must admit it got the best of me. Gettin' down, so deep I nearly drowned, I can't get back to where I used to be. [Chorus] New York city, took me with the tide, I nearly died from hospitality, Left me stranded, and took away my pride, Just another know it all fatality. [Chorus: Repeat to fade] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
Crazy, but that's how it goes, millions of people, living as hoes,
But maybe, it's not too late, to learn how to love and forget how to hate, But mental wounds, they still heal, but drivin' me, insane, I'm going off the rails of my crazy train, I've listened to preachers, I've even listened to fools, y'all. I've watched all the dropouts, who make their own rules, See that person's condition, to whom they control, You know the media sells it y'all, and you live the woe, But mental wounds, they still heal, but drivin' me, insane, I'm going off the rails of my crazy train, I know that things ain't going well for my ass, But you got to listen to my words, As of a cold war, that's what we've become, Inheriting troubles, yo i'm mentally numb, Crazy, I just cannot bear, I'm livin' with something, that just isn't fair, With mental wounds, not healin', drivin' me, insane, See I'm going off the rails of that crazy train, Crazy. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
They try to move us; to use us
like Judas did Jesus; to please us Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples How are we gonna get 'em? How are we gonna vote them out? When the wingtips got it locked up With one thing you don't know. Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it. But some of us are wise and some of us are suckers. . . And we all bleed red even racist motherfuckers. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (3x) I see the hoes and the hustlers be piled up in clusters since they upped the anti, and hooked up Giuliani and the black kill the black and Latino kill Latino; man it's evil. . . The same damn story and a sequel I thought I fought for what was right, but in the end, my friend, 20-20 is hindsight. I think I caught you out there chillin in the Bahamas. I take you to Miami to meet the Dalai Lama. And I can't get with that. No I can't get with that (2x) I said: No, I can't get with that No I can't get with that (2x) (5x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
And I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places,
that this heart of mine embraces, all day through, And in that small cafe, the park along the way, The children's carousel, The chestnut trees and the wishing well, And I'll be seeing you, in every love me summer's day, In everything that's light and gay, I'll always think of you that way, and I'll find you, in the morning sun, and when the night is young, I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you. (followed by Up On The Hill instrumental) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
I'm not in love, so don't forget it. It's just a silly phase I'm going through. And just because I call you up, Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made. I'm not in love, no no, it's because... I like to see you, but then again, That doesn't mean you mean that much to me. So if I call you, don't make a fuss - Don't tell your friends about the two of us. I'm not in love, no no, it's because... I keep your picture upon the wall. It hides a nasty stain that's lying there. So don't you ask me to give it back. I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me. I'm not in love, no no, it's because... Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me. Ooh, you'll wait a long time. I'm not in love, I'm not in love... |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
Chorus:
Honey you, are my shining star, and don't you go away, I wanna be, right here where you are, until my dying day So many have tried, tried to find, a love like yours an mine, yeah baby, girl don't you relaise that your hypnotised, It makes me love you more and more each time, yeah baby. Bridge Honey I'm never gonna leave you lonely, I'm giving my love to you one and only, one and only. Chorus It feels so good, lying here next to you, lost in love, yeah baby, Cos baby when we touch, I love you so much, You're everything I've ever dreamed of, yeah baby. Bridge Chorus x2 |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
The summerwind, came blowing in, from across the sea
It lingered there, to touch your hair, and walk with me All summer long, you sing a song, and we stole that golden sand, Two sweethearts, and the summerwind. Like painted kites, those days and nights, they went flying by, The world was new, beneath the blue, umbrella sky, ?One soft event?, a pappa man, one day it called to you, I lost you, I lost you to the summerwind. Young wind, and the well aware, they have come and gone, and still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on and on, And guess who sized, his lullabies, through nights that never end, My fickle friend, The summerwind, on the summerwind (repeat to fade) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Mimosa (1999)
We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold all the precious things life has in store. And we got all the love in the world. And as time goes by you will find we need nothing more. And every step of the way we'll find us with the kiss of the world behind us. And we got all the time in the world for love. Nothing more, nothing less, only love. (2x) Only love, yeah baby. |
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from Titan A.E. (타이탄 AE) by Graeme Revell [ost] (2000)
It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust
Ain't out of the blue like we usually do So me and Angelo came around about seven With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' Suspect from headache you know a great deal Your apathy fake but your parts are real More than a little by the time it went down I had crossed your path but you didn't know how A record claimed star by the end of the week Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street The problems and pain runs hand in hand When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band [Chorus] The streets is watchin' So keep on talkin' Your time is tickin' down, down, down The streets is watchin' So keep on talkin' Your time is tickin' down, down, down Let's catch fishes Bombs make misses You get served like dishes Like the soft machine kisses your ass It's not one iota or a comma or a quota It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust Ain't out of the blue like we usually do So me and Angelo came around about seven With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' Suspect from headache you know a great deal Your apathy fake but your parts are real More than a little by the time it went down I had crossed your path but you didn't know how A record claimed star by the end of the week Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street The problems and pain runs hand in hand When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band [Chorus] Let's catch fishes Bombs make misses You get served like dishes Like the soft machine kisses your ass It's not one iota or a comma or a quota When your time here is over One bum, two bum, three bums more If dispute you're using then you know what it's for A shot in the dark and after a thought A lark You hit the watermark but the thug didn't bark Oh yeah, that's the sound of the police They're makin' the wave because your hand is greased Can't put nobody on unless they're wearing a thong But the days are gone like Yvonne Elliman If I can't be true I don't want your money baby See I'm happy being stealth Can't define my wealth So, yo, go ask somebody else Yeah The streets is watchin' Yeah The streets is watchin' I said the streets are watchin' |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust
Ain't out of the blue like we usually do So me and Angelo came around about seven With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' Suspect from headache you know a great deal Your apathy fake but your parts are real More than a little by the time it went down I had crossed your path but you didn't know how A record claimed star by the end of the week Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street The problems and pain runs hand in hand When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band [Chorus] The streets is watchin' So keep on talkin' Your time is tickin' down, down, down The streets is watchin' So keep on talkin' Your time is tickin' down, down, down Let's catch fishes Bombs make misses You get served like dishes Like the soft machine kisses your ass It's not one iota or a comma or a quota It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust Ain't out of the blue like we usually do So me and Angelo came around about seven With stars in our eyes from the press we were gettin' Suspect from headache you know a great deal Your apathy fake but your parts are real More than a little by the time it went down I had crossed your path but you didn't know how A record claimed star by the end of the week Set flames to the heat that's all out in the street The problems and pain runs hand in hand When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band [Chorus] Let's catch fishes Bombs make misses You get served like dishes Like the soft machine kisses your ass It's not one iota or a comma or a quota When your time here is over One bum, two bum, three bums more If dispute you're using then you know what it's for A shot in the dark and after a thought A lark You hit the watermark but the thug didn't bark Oh yeah, that's the sound of the police They're makin' the wave because your hand is greased Can't put nobody on unless they're wearing a thong But the days are gone like Yvonne Elliman If I can't be true I don't want your money baby See I'm happy being stealth Can't define my wealth So, yo, go ask somebody else Yeah The streets is watchin' Yeah The streets is watchin' I said the streets are watchin' |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
The only easy day is yesterday
Go on and pull me underwater I know you really can't be that blind, son But I think you think you're that much smarter It makes it that much more defined Now cough it up and call your mother I see you just can't find the time But time found me without much bother I saw that boy become a man He bathed in blood just like his father And while in golden gloves and gown He found he wasn't that much smarter Now what's in you that is your own Not something you found on the highway I remember that time so long ago When you bought your soul and threw a party Now paint your face, take to the trees There's more to you than just your cover You've got them all down on their knees You've got them fucking one another You Dj'd blue and you Dj'd black So long as they count to a thousand Now get it on, don't break your back And don't walk through the public housing Now, hey, Dickholder who's your man? The scraps you catch you past the table You make it all sound like your plan But what you'd do to get that label? I see you're a bitch Hey come over here baby Hey, Dickholder who's your man? The scraps you catch you past the table You make it all sound like your plan But what you'd do to get that label? Dickholder |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
Sixteen heartbeats works for everyone
If I return dying, could I expect enough? You know it seems to me at least it seems to me, now To be a little out of reach And all the while, I can't get over How all my time, I can't do it over And as my spirit grows colder and colder Yeah, salvation I know her I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far Yeah, I know how you feel I've lived there for years, it's cold and it's real You better get on, out the loop 'cos the loop's gonna get ya' You better get on, out the loop I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far And all the while I can't get over you How all my time, I can't do it over And as my spirit grows colder and colder Yeah, salvation I know her I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I fell from my rope
My vision is cloudy The outlook is lousy I hope I find the strength to go on I fall to my knees To look for an answer Find out what the chances are That I'll make it on home I think of how it all went wrong Down that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long And despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on I'll go to my grave Knowing that you loved me And the cards life had dealt me Weren't so bad after all Well, I have been wronged And Lord, I've been deceived But the love I gave to you Was twice received I think of how it all went wrong Down that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long But despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on Come on now I think of how it all went down In that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long And despite my little song Life keeps going on Then despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I was a fiend (fiend) before I became a teen
I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say - Yes y'all! They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small Cool, cool 'Cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like a fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean I'm raging, ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of Cuz it's sort of an addiction, Magnetized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting, Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in the cold, so we can coincide, my thoughts to guide 48 tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim Spread the word 'cause he's in E-F-F-E-C-T A smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem I gotta habit I ain't a solving it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when A fiend for a microphone like heroin Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix So gimme a stage and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness Beware, it's the reanamator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling It's the thrill of suspense that's intense, you're horrified But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside"(darkside) By any means necessary, this is what had to be done Make way 'cause here I come Fisty cuts material, material Call imperial, call imperial It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me, It's inherited, it's runs in the family See I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back, If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack. Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, so step off Ladies and Gentleman You're about to see A past time hobby about to be, Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I'm the remainder (remainder) So close your eyes and hold your breath, And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death (death) Before you go, you'll remember you seen The fiend from a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend . The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
Within this box there is a gift
And with this cane I concentrate And with these shoes I go flying 'Til the demons all wake up and come to grips And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go The water's blue and rushes past me And through the clouds I will lament And if I call, I will deliver Or crack my head on the cement And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go Yeah, I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go Yeah, let it go now |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I got outta town
Like I knew I should I got outta town Like I knew I would But when I close my eyes And the dawn don't come I think to myself What a disgrace I've become (Chorus 1) But she won't fail me Cause she's my friend And she won't rat me out I'm a boy to her eye And she won't fail me Even when she hates me I use to think a lot But now I watch the grain I use to fall in love With shit like subway trains And although my liberty Has been taken away now I take it all, I take it all day by day (Chorus 2) But she won't fail me Cause she's my friend And she won't rat me out I'm a boy to her eye And she won't fail me Even when she hates me Even when she hates me I get the fallen down About twice a week Say I'm all fucked up (all fucked-up) I know talk is cheap But when I close my eyes And the dawn don't come by I think to myself What a disgrace I've become (Repeat 2nd chorus) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
My man was workin at the seafood spot
Sellin fish n chips and dealin bags of pot Dressed in a pirates uniform and all Lookin like a fool headin for a fall He was walkin home late one night godbless Heard the scream of a woman in immediate distress ?????? he headed down the alley hoping for the best he saw the girl who was screamin her mouth beat shut two guys standin by her bout to get fucked up he said you don't hit the bitches while I'm still alive stabbed on in the neck the other in the eye the girl ran home told her daddy she was saved by a pirate with a shiv and a real smooth way the vision of the pirate would surely never fade so she called the New York post and tried to get paid chorus super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero Now the story ran the following day page two But swashbucklin in Brooklyn is all he want to do I tried to sit him down and think things through But swashbucklin in Brooklyn is all he want to do Now he was havin problems like diving without drowning The city the cops the mob trying to stop him He needed a psychic thats where I came in Tell his story to the world help him with his shit We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits ??? had no choice Doin it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Chorus x 2 super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits ??? had no choice Doin it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Chorus x 4 super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I got my lovin and it's alright,
Suga is sweet, But sometime she bite. Pucker up baby and make it tight, livin' my life, Keep me up all night. Shake that ass until it's sore, Four click hole baby let it pour Now it's 2 men at once Hey now f**k this score Gimme One, Two, Three, Four... (Chorus) Music Industry, That is what we are, No-one plays for free And everyone's a star, Sign the dotted line We can have lunch sometime And we can lie to each other, aahhh We sign the deal and we make it nice so pour your suits and give you quality ice You can't live your dreams at twice the price We're the house, But you can role the dice. Now back in the day people lived in fear, They bought no records So they could not hear The s**t that I'm bustin' up In your ear So come on man, be with ya peers! (Chorus 2x) Instrumental (Chorus 2x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
Don't see me
In your eyes anymore Oh why can't I Make them shine like before I don't see you Or your heart in your kiss That you should say That you're mine You resist There was a time Life was fine Love was ecstasy But now I doubt What the outcome will be I pray you'll say I'm the one you adore Then I'll see me In your eyes as before (There was a time There was a time There was a time) There was a time Life was fine Love was ecstasy But now I doubt What the outcome will be I pray you'll say I'm the one you adore Then I'll see me In your eyes as before There was a time Life was fine Love was ecstasy But now I doubt What the outcome will be |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
For me it's hard to say
And this might not be the way But if you want to stay My ghetto prince Is smiling underground And it makes me feel good To know you died And this may not be the time See I drank two things of wine But I think that you will find And my ghetto prince Is smiling underground My ghetto prince Is smiling underground Ain't got no guarantee And I know it's hard to see But there's a little more to me And my ghetto prince Is smiling from underground Yeah, my ghetto prince Is smiling underground But only for a while I still think I need your smile All the while And my ghetto prince Is smiling underground Yeah, my ghetto prince Is smiling underground Now this may not be the time 'Cause I drank two things of wine But I think that you will find |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I Feel it's Pull
It's caressing claws Dead end blocks Graffiti walls It Permeates It Desecrates It looks like shit but it taste great (Chorus 1) Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o See it's cliental come straight from hell With missing limbs and whooo some funky smells My bacon bits where not like this I curse the day it passed my lips (Chorus 2) Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o (Guitar solo) Bums Buuuuums Where the bums go wo o o o ( 16 times ) Fuckin bums! Yeah |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bump (2001)
I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bump (2001)
Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Axamillion morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him They had platform heels, nose job bills And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill Supermodels on my 'D', 1 2 3 He said "2 for you, 2 for me" Face like a saint, suckin' like a sinner Cocaine makes you thinner, cocaine makes you thinner Chorus: I got supermodels on my 'D' (3x) Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singin' the blues Just like gasarama on Avenue B He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls He said "You gotta have the love in this fucked up world" You gotta have the love in this fucked up world You gotta have that sweet, sweet love That keeps you warm at night - ooo bop bop shabba You gotta have that love, for the world the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha Shoo be doo bop bop I got Supermodels on my 'D' (8x) Can't you see, can't you see That I got a supermodel on my 'D' (repeat to end) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Time is driftin', this rock has got to roll,
So I hit the road and made my getaway. Restless feeling, I really gotta hold, I started searching for a better way. [Chorus] And I kept on looking for a sign in the middle of the night, But I couldn't see the light, no I couldn't see the light. I kept on lookin' for a way to take me through the night, But I couldn't get it right, no I couldn't get it right. La fever, made me feel alright, But I must admit it got the best of me. Gettin' down, so deep I nearly drowned, I can't get back to where I used to be. [Chorus] New York city, took me with the tide, I nearly died from hospitality, Left me stranded, and took away my pride, Just another know it all fatality. [Chorus: Repeat to fade] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots he bought the suits but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing he flipped one fine summer afternoon he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon. He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois. La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York" He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he tried to see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine; and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind. Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough; they raided Franky's room and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope, about how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope. It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Chorus:
Barry White, saved my life And if Barry White, saved your life Or got you back with your ex-wife Sing Barry White, Barry White, it's alright. Now I was watching Banachek My mind's eye right back when i was a seed and learning 'bout life At night they came together and gave me sight He said it's better doing this, than sucking on a pipe Now when she came over, she brought the discus On and on, she promised to kick this EWF, stole my breath When he finished, there was nothing left Chorus. Over and over, 'til it's ready Sing about it low and fat like J. P. Ghetti We make it happen, ass slappin' Sitting on the point to where you never catch us nappin' CO efino, he got the money grips No parking for Saturday night and the pips The pips know the hymns, they singing along Like knowing the verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight Ummmmm Do a little like that Barry White, Barry White, You know it's alright Chorus (2x) [fade out] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
back to the lab, with my gift of gab and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya, I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula you're my four leaf clover even bending over; I love you like rover; I'm your little lawnmower but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower. See, I'm a man's man; do you understand? What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand. So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge. I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I'll bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom. Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science pocket full of blunts and a full carry license never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest I'm a half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
My man was workin' at the seafood spot
Sellin' fish 'n chips and dealin' bags of pot Dressed in a pirates uniform and all Lookin' like a fool, headin' for a fall He was walkin' home late one night, God bless Heard the scream of a woman in immediate distress [Unverified] He headed down the alley hoping for the best He saw the girl who was screamin' her mouth beat shut Two guys standin' by her 'bout to get fucked up He said you don't hit the bitches while I'm still alive Stabbed on in the neck, the other in the eye The girl ran home, told her daddy she was saved By a pirate with a shiv and a real smooth way The vision of the pirate would surely never fade So she called the New York post and tried to get paid Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Now the story ran the following day page two But swashbucklin' in Brooklyn is all he want to do I tried to sit him down and think things through But swashbucklin' in Brooklyn is all he want to do Now he was havin' problems like diving without drowning The city, the cops, the mob trying to stop him He needed a psychic that's where I came in Tell his story to the world, help him with his shit We cruise down the river, patrolling the docks Deliverin' justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe, nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits [unverified] had no choice Doin' it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin' justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe, nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits [unverified] had no choice Doin' it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.C. with the wing tip shoes. My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you better make a decision. I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set me on your ass because they didn't know better. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. I hold the fort left, right and center the number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photo finish I'm in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role, see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro. So smoke your pot and drink your rock and chill where it's shady. I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- Da-Vida baby. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . . Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump See I grew up on the hill But still I keep ready Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth Spending nights with my rights, knocked out my tooth Yeah, it scarred my soul It fucked me up like vodka Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star The Big Top knows all the choices you chose Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes 1: Now up on the Hill is where you find us Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill 2: And up on the Hill is where you find us And up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the HillNow go make your mound in an anthill, sonny You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido I said Lido, who-a-oh I said one more time, ought to get it Now look up, look up higher and see It's not as hard as you figured it would be Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter agreed, Now - if it's all right with you it's all right with me 2 1 2 1 ( 1st 9 lines sotto voice) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold all the precious things life has in store. And we got all the love in the world. And as time goes by you will find we need nothing more. And every step of the way we'll find us with the kiss of the world behind us. And we got all the time in the world for love. Nothing more, nothing less, only love. (2x) Only love, yeah baby. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Korean Bodega (2003)
He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Korean Bodega (2003)
He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Korean Bodega (2003)
Blues and reds and 9 an' a half grand
I had customs eatin' outta the palm of my hand And when the smoke didn't clear I looked for my bag Lies a little old lady whose trafficking skag For Bedo and Lewis I reflect through the noise Lyin' cheatin' killers but a nice pair of boys I catch my cue o yes love I've had it Sleepycat needs that cab so I grabbed it Yo my man! I headed downtown Chorus: De hado me, un poquito mas, now baby De hado me, my love, un poquito mas Now never say maybe especially to your girl Mine wanted answers so I gave her the world The drugs kept me goin' honey, the money's for bail Marten got the fear cause he's never been to jail I told them it wasn't mine but they knew me and pounced They found it, we haggled, I still got half an ounce Now baby, here I am back like the Jets, Turn down the lights, time to have sex Chorus (x4) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
Like Magellan we was over by my man catchin' paper.
Frankie on the cubes. And fisty on the sabre i was on the mix mad drinkin that is when i found all these locals all up in my biz. See i had to do some splainin cause the language they was playin wasn't NewYorkese. Or for that spanglish even. I walked up to the man with the largest of hands, cold briefed him on the plan, turned around and sang... I'm a city boy. Baby Don't you ever try to play me Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby You know they always like a story down on flatbush ave i remembered when i listened and we stole what we had. If America's a tit then New York is the nipple. So suck on this and you may learn a little... The golden rule's for fools or for men who are righteous so piay the cards you're dealt. And maybe you might just slide on by with no damage to your pride. Go let ignorance be your guide. I'm a city boy. Baby. Don't you ever try to play me. Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
All these people makin' choices with no
cause and effect check sayin' their man is the best. But yet they don't respect they lie to elect. Then resent the rest. Making god's whole world a mess I say it again. I make a wager that the saviour hasn't been back yet we got many looking skyward like the man got a jet you see it in the children's eyes. Within them they reflect the love that we forget bring me your poor. Persecuted huddled masses. Put them through the system. And kick their asses. Try to figure out why the double edge slashes. While the white rich men get passes. We got a thousand year beef that's still a problem. Since 1945 we just threaten to bomb 'em. But now they're bombin' back. And still we aint got 'em you said. Never forget. But we've forgotten. Did you ever think the world would get so hard children killing children in our own back yard did you ever think you'd say that you gave up on god Now try and pitcure this. Through all of the mist we're taking out hits. Scratchin' dicks off the list we're itchin' to piss off. Those kicks we just lift off. The kids that just let off. The guns that we gift. The times that push cadence. Reflect all the ancients we try to have patience. Through all of the hatred with all of this growin'. It's out of control. I'm sitting on my sofa sedated. We got a lot in the way of. Acheiving a state. That don't try to relate the temptations of fate. And what's made us great? All of this blood? Is this how we court the houses of Saud? well we're sleeping with dogs. But detaining the pack. They're stealing my rights with the patriot act. With Washington runnin' the drugs. And the guns in. Sometimes I thank god we got crack Did you ever think the world would get so hard children killing children in our own back yard did you ever think you'd say that you gave up on god |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
We all walk down the street, my love
We carry pain and we carry scars We carry everything we've loved We carry the girls we met in the bars We carry guilt and some remorse For all them fucked up things we've done And we carry on and carry on Until our caring days had gone When we blaze out past the boroughs To a place where time forgot I see the leaves are even changing And my stomach starts to drop Your face is in the moon But still I try to find my rock But now you live down by the river And my key don't fit your lock I can make it better, I know I can I can make it better, I'd give everything I have I can make it better, try to forget the pain I can make it better Has it really been that long Since you've told me about the war Yeah, a thousand nights of blisters And probably a thousand more Godspeed you from the city In a stolen takxi cab I'd be reckless on the L.I.E. Until it starts to scab Well I'd tell you all about Those good things in your life And when I'd fail I'd say I love you And ask you to be my wife We could live out by the water Where it's always summertime I'd love you even after All your scars were mine When we blaze out past the boroughs To a place where time forgot I see the leaves are even changing And my stomach starts to drop Your face is in the moon again But still I try to find my rock now you live down by the river And my key don't fit your lock I can make it better, I know I can I can make it better, I'd give everything I have I can make it better, try to forget the pain I can make it better, we'd be together again |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
Ay-yo i change up but what i can't remember but when i buckle down I knuckle up all the contenders pretenders get passed. The girls get gassed they playin' pass the ass bumpin' Teddy Pendergrass all night long with your bullshit talkin' litical. Litical. But your crew is all soft i
Knock your best shot off the right field fence served ain't the word. You got sent You don't know how it be you don't know what i feel and you don't know what i see When i walk my dog at four in the morning You want to know how it really be. What you live and see what you gotta weed. The criminality who's livin it up. Who still gut the guts who's payin to fuck who got in his truck i'm pushin' my luck down the ave with my crew. Lustin for loot. Dustin for fools blind to the bulls. Twenties gleamin like jewels straight not givin'a fuck... You don t know how it be You don't know what i feel And you don't know what i see When i walk my dog at four in the morning |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
You see the lights from space. Like a beacon to the planets as it happens. What had happened it the charts in south Manhattan the batteries up like all my homeboys seen 'we all ride in a yellow submarine all the greats got stake in the city by the superpower the streets got meat never mind the early hour suv's swarm like beetles in trees. No matter what your needs if you got the d's from treaties to crunk. To bodies in the trunk its never a dull moment. Unless you're gettin drunk but it might be you out on the business end so pack a jack and watch your back. Ain't nobody yoob friend back in the jungle its survival of the fittest. So witness the pittness as i stomp all op in this you know where to find me i mat bungalow 8 but bring a strap and half your camp and the key to hell's gate.. I love livin'in the city
I got the pug ugly suit with some goya 0 boya pix. Pix. Pix. Or is that too OG for ya action packed like Gene Hackman under the l. The buildings are so beautiful. But nevermind the smell. Nevermind the ghetto fab. Their ice is from canal. Nevermind the euro-trash their presence is banal. Nevermind the technocrat when all he says is well but always mind the don't walk sign. The traffic here is hell. Although my heart is heavy. Its a bevy of broads its where you should be goin its where their dealin the cards. The Bronx is up and everyone's down. The center of the universe for some time now. And how motherfucker. This is New York city. The rest of you are knuckleheads tryin to look pretty. Vacancies range from your soul on up. So count your chips and do the math. Or get the fuck out. I love livin' in the city |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
Yo kid. I'm from your block yo. I took yodr chain. I took your moms out twice. I put the g in the game its been like Tangiers. I put the grease in the gears left your dad in tears. When i boxed his ears i'm reppin avenue c. Where the wack catch a slap i keep my cretin's crackin and the meatpackers mackin puttin things in relief so baby sit in the seat never touch the levels. Just bump the beat
Feel the fibe. Cop my style on this bitch ask the boys downtown. Yeah they know this kid. From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner. Don't start no shit. Hell rain on you From downtown brooklyn to the L.E.S Let me hear it for the city is ya alright All you bottle blonde she-devils. Out on patrol you'll catch a trick real quick so baby slow your roll and all you mop-top critics can't get me down. I count my money first then i beat your ass down i got the Saville Row suit. So fool. Don't act cute' cause... |
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