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Tropical night on tha Congo′s shore Jungles ′re sleepin putten forward thorns
Wild africa smells of venture tang Noiseless sneak Negoro′s gang
Take care and out yo ass, man They′re dealers of da livin wares
Poor blacks are target in da fuckin hunt But natives have da protector — Dick Sand
Oh this guy! He′s brave ′n yaang He′s supaman boy when he′s not too full drunk
He′s 15, but he′s keany gun By da way, Mrs. Waldon — she ′nows his tongue
They sail atlantic witha captain Gull This MF bastardo Negoro
Negoro′s alive again
It′s not S.america mista Sand This terrible country, slaveholdin land
AFRICA — yo contrast style Can demolish yaang 15-age mind
Yaang cptn. Sand, it′s not N.Y. Yo friends, free blax, here′s smelly joke
It′s not motha brooklyn, not fuckin bronx anotha rules, anotha blocks
Detachment moves to da centre of land Yankees are bozo, yankees are rampin′
With da "Insectkilla" cousin Benedict They′re drinkin rum eight days a week
Negoro spies on band from tricket He wanna fun too, he′s wicked
Negoro′s bad, he wants Mrs. Waldon In jungle babydolls are so rare
Now, how′s Dick? He′s hero again Witha Greatest Mgamga he calls da rain
He treats da bushmen ′n sings them songs ′N tells ′em storys ′bout wars in bronx
Warriors, c′mout to plaaaaaay
Negoro attacks Dicks little band They fight like lions, havent dread
But they are scanty, they loose Negoro take cptn. in fuckin noose
Proud Sand is wild, Negoro has him teased He stuck da ′nife into da portuguese beast
Negoro′s dead, his heart is not knock Check it out, u brotha, really cool shock

@ I.F.K.

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Here comes an IFK Docta He′s really alive
He′s tha only one to know ya and cut ya with his knife
He′s not a madman He′s not a criminal
He loves his insects and his anatomic doll
His chains are covered with blood His retorts are full of oua brains
For him there′s only one road Tha road is ya MF vains
Are u ready for him are u ready for his "cure"
Suddenly he′ll put in Just be ready to warn ya motha
I.F.K. Docta is ma best friend
We′ve got da common daughter ′n common land
We′ll show ya tha truth of yo fuckin life
So check lyrics out ′n c′mon dive

@ I.F.K.

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Скучно
Он чувствует удушье и завтра не будет лучше
Так кому это нужно?
На тёмной кухне всё утро - сегодня никуда не пойдёшь
Его снаружи ничего не ждёт

Без денег,без надежды - как всегда
И он не видит тупика внутри себя
Обычный день и рутина его несёт
Но вдруг прорвалась плотина
По спине холодный пот,перекошеный рот
И в зеркале лицо не узнаёт
Устал терпеть столько лет
Назад дороги нет
На все вопросы получает ответ

Сирена ревёт
В его голове
Кровавая волна
Последний вечер


Читай рисунок его вен
Вместо планов и схем - пуля в голову суке жене
Так удобнон стрелять из окна
Небо и земля - пить свободу до дна
Как кегли на асвальт прохожие ложатся - пускай кричат
У людей всегда полно проблем
Он дарит избавление сегодня всем
Патронов больше нет,винтовку бросил на постель
Куда теперь?
Бежать захлопнув дверь
И с головой нырнуть в огонь

У экрана семья смотрит отчёт патруля
Ужин остыл,голоса со двора
"Вот ублюдок!"
Темно. Приближается ночь
Отец не может понять,где там шляется дочь
Воздуха нет. Только холод и страх
Сорок порций лекарства в миллицейских стволах
Ещё один труп через пять секунд
Никто не узнает,как тебя зовут

Никто не знает,когда пора упасть

@ I.F.K.

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All your marsupial annotations,
That you carry around, may ring.
Through their ears,
But to us make no sound.
We never asked you to squat,
On our intricacies of employment.
But honestly the harder you,
Squeeze facilitates the enjoyment.

Oh just look at all the pretty boggling array,
Of punctuations marks at our disposal slashes.
Dashes and dots of various sorts,
Might even meet our proposal.

Hot flashes,
And rashes I′m feeling,
Particularly pretentious;
Your vasomotor disturbances,
Only rev up our engines.

Dialogue all the shit you want!
But make sure to use the biggest font!
The louder you speak the mare they mention.
Bold or undefined this will get your attention!

@ I Set My Friends On Fire

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do you pay for your crimes
does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero
you′re nothing till the weekend
if you think that you′re the thrill
take a look at your life and kneel before your heroes
you′re nothing till the weekend
should you care for the blind
tell me all in all are they′re just your kind of zeros
something for the weekend
if you think that you can spell
make a list of the cunts you′d send to hell and send them
send them on the Weekend
echo echo
i know it′s a sin to kiss & swallow
echo echo
a kick in the head to kill the hollow

@ IAMX

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You might keep me alive
But I could let you down anytime that I like
shoot down your absolute form in the primitive
I can′t see the point in the sense you were born with

Everybody′s someone else′s freak,
Every cure is someone else′s disease [2x]

Break my neck or my fall
and burn all the bridges and breach every wall
The sweetest of touches, the violent caress
The time of your life for the marks that you left on me

Everybody′s someone else′s freak,
Every cure is someone else′s disease,
White Suburb Impressionism [2x]

Never argue with these idiots
They drag you down to their level and beat you with ignorance
Am I through? I haven′t even started
I can′t see the point in the sense you were born with

Everybody′s someone else′s freak,
Every cure is someone else′s disease,
White Suburb Impressionism [2x]

Call me when the whole regression′s complete
I′ll take you on a piece at a time [3x]
And I′ll take you on.

@ IAMX

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I wonna know where you are.
If only you could tell.
I wonna know where you are.
You′re more than everything to me.

And tell me will you ever change your mind?
And maybe one day your heart will be mine.

One day you′ll be mine
You′ll be mine
You will be mine

I wonna be in your arms
If only for one day.
I wonna be in your arms.
You feel so far away from me.

And tell me will you ever change your mind?
And maybe one day your heart will be mine.

One day you′ll be mine
You′ll be mine
You will be mine

@ Ian Van Dahl

Текст песни:

Intro:

Every January 16th, it′s "The Dreamer, The Dreamer."
And all of you say, "I have a dream; The Dreamer."
And what did he dream?It stuck him right there.
And little black boys, and little white girls
will one day hold hands together.
Shit.
Is that where it′s at?Is that where it′s at now?
Them little blacks hands are yours.
You can′t hold the black brothers′ hands?
But you gonna grow old holdin′ crackers′ hands
before you hold each other′s hands?
You gonna walk with your enemy
before you learn to walk with one another?
How sick can you be?
(Enemy)

Verse One:

Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot
Supercat said that the ghetto red hot
bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot
nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it
buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive
god will survive, him protect the civilized
who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
not me, not me
me never eat from the tree with the apple
I′d rather have a Snapple
do you know where you′re going to
do you know where you′re runnin from
scared of the sun, I live in the sun
You shrivel up like a raisin
and burn like the blunt that I′m blazin
Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats
cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
out number you somethin like 15 to 3
see, don′t love your enemy

Chorus

Enemies, enemy runnin from the G
enemies, enemy, you′re my enemy
enemies, enemy, when will I see?
enemies, enemy R.I.P.

Verse Two:

Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?
J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
with the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire
me not afraid, cause me know Elijah
goin to the East but straight from the Westside
swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride
through the fire, through the fire that will please us
I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus
devil don′t you know I′m a soldier?
in God′s name and the baby claim I′m gonna hold ya
like Folger′s Crystals feds
I′ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez
you don′t care if me die from the cracka
you don′t care if me have a heart attacka
you don′t care if me get car jacka
you don′t care cause you′re nothing but a cracka
now it′s Judgement Day, and Allah′ll never play
"freedom got an AK," them Guerilla say
Bobby Seale said, "please make it rough, bro"
when God give the word, me herd like the buffalo
through your neighborhood, watch me blast
tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
you shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
now you′re just a enemy

Chorus


Verse Three:

Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
just to trouble you, throwin out the W
sent me a subpoena
cause I kill more crackas then Bosnia, Herze - govina
each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet
with the heavy A to the muthafuckin K
now you treat me like a germ
cause your scared of the su - per sperm
please don′t bust til you see, the whites of his eyes
the whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
ya scared I′ma put this bone in your hoes
but I don′t wanna, I′ve been to cona
from the cavebitch with the nasty persona
hit me with the big black billy club
cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub
three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
and it′s really scary, now they′re in the military
Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah,
Bible, Holy Qur′an
once again it′s on, got the hollow point teflon
and the brother Ron 2X, so who′s next?
(devil)
with Dub C, Brother G
Crazy Toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
high off the Hennesy
hundred ten degree, no it′s not Tennesee
West L.A., what the hell can I say?
niggas wanna play, each and every day
pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J
rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her
they call me Thumper cause I thump til it hurt
knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work
Master Farad Muhammad comin like a comet
when they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, Elijah is alive
Lewis Farrakhan, NOI
Bloods and Crips and little ol me
and we all gettin ready for the enemy

@ Ice Cube

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(big bird: sesame street)
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
And I found a book of my old poetry

(ice cube)
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
Gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin’ to the nation
But thats not likely, so here’s my application
Pass it to the man at at&t
Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.
But there’s no s. e. for this youngsta
I didn’t have no money so now I have to hunch the
Back like a slave, thats what be happenin
But whitey says there’s no room for the african
Always knew that I would boycott, jeez
But welcome to mcdonalds can I take your order please
Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
Cuz my baby doesn’t take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
What about diapers, bottles, and similac
Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from bush
Or jesse jackson, and operation push
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch
A masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
To the whorehouse bitches,
Miss porker, little joe or todd bridges
Or anybody that he know
So I got me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po’ to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
Cause I couldn’t follow the plan of the presidency
I’m never givin’ love again
Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican
Now I remember I used to be cool
Till I stopped fillin’ out my w-2
Now senators are gettin’ hired
And your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
But sorry, this is our only room to walk
Cause we don’t want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
Tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

@ Ice Cube

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Get your ass in here, boy
You hear me calling you?
O’shea!>

When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing space invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that, I had a lot of pull, g
Cheating on tests, making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been a half moon
Cause you’ll catch me running out the little girls’ bathroom
Chewing on good and plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
Yo I was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
When you young it’s hard to see
That it’s wrong throwing rocks at the rtd
Popping out your window with a bb gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though I was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until I got my ass whipped
Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit

Thirteen, that’s how old I was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And I was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class
Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch I could lie to
Tell em I was older than I really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
That’s what a mack’s made of
But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then I put the rubber on the wrong way
But I still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn I was hot
A virgin but I still knew how to lay pipe
Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick
Cause I was still young doing dumb shit

At 17 got my first volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the og’s and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Til they said that I might not graduate
Then I said fuck the dumb shit
Cause pops’ll fuck me up quick
If things continued
So I start rapping about shit I been through
And I got real good
Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that I did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young doing dumb shi

@ Ice Cube

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[Intro]
[′Big Worm′ talking]
Yeah that′s cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this dick up on in ya

[Verse 1]
[Ice Cube]
If I was fucking you right about now
You′d have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn′t have to kick you down
Who this bitch nigga wit′ you now?
Do we know about your X-files?
And your sex styles?
And all the niggaz that you think about fucking
And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)
[K-Mac]
If I was fucking you, shit, it′d be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything′ll be alright
You′re cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the fuck on ′fore these niggaz start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight
Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was fucking you, I′d be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick gettin′ laid is for chips
Bitch I′m tryina′ make grits
Him in with the trojan pack ′o six
Hin the gin and juice the mix
No time to pause, gots to drop draws
Prep through a half spankin′, breakin′ down walls
With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat chopper style
Bang it up back (echo)

[Chorus]
If I was fucking you (echo)
(overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on

[Verse 2]
[Ice Cube]
If I was fucking you, you′d be like fuck everybody
Kill, this pussy yours
Washin′ dishes, rubbin′ floors
Doin′ chores for a nigga
Open doors for a nigga
Ridin′ shotgun, holdin′ forty-fours for a nigga
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
Niggaz calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly
Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to reform these potential dites
[K-Mac]
If I was fucking you, you′d be spendin′ all your dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, that you don′t even know (mm)
Credit card maxed out
Bank account tapped out
Writin′ bad cheques (hahaha)
When I call you break your neck
You do whatever please me, runnin′ burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-ass niggaz make the shit so easy
(He was fucking me?) for sheazly
[Mr Short Khop]
If I was fucking you, I′d let the homies fuck too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we′re through
Hey you feenin′
cooch screamin′, heatin′ cleanin′
Tag-teamin′, suckin′ semen (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you)
Hold it till you′ve chocked off the bitched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot

(Chorus)

(Intro)
[′Big Worm′ talking]
Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha
Ango urgin′, probably be vomiting dick for a week though
Suckin′ on semen, hahahahahahah...

Hmmm... be careful what you wish for, you just might get it

@ Ice Cube

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It′s on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don′t test me, gravedigger had the swig
of the ST, remember the time we first met her
You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW!
Now who′s that nigga with the diff′rent style?
Uhh, ya wanted ta trick
It′s all about the pud and who can empty it
First mate, they made day AK
and I′ll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
I′m almost certain I′m put on the hurtin
Bitch, it′s curtains!
Locced in my motherfuckin head
Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
It ain′t cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit′cha drive-by′s it took time to catch ya
but now I gotta wet′cha

Chorus:

Now I gotta wet′cha (wet′cha)
Now I gotta wet′cha (wet′cha)
I′m comin ta get′cha (get′cha)
You better hope I don′t catch ya (catch ya)
(You′re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
(You′re all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger

S-I-M-I
Valley for the KKK, Rodney!
A place on the map where the order is
though devils can′t leap up a motorist
and get nothin but a slap on the wrist
Gorillas, gorillas report

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
I been servin′ niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta y′all, keep it gangsta

(chorus) {:14
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain′t the rugged shit {repeat

(verse one) {:25
Keep it gangsta y′all, I want to thank you all
Niggas comin′ with that bullshit, it′s gankin′ y′all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball ′till you fall motherfucker thats all
Can′t none of y′all hang with me putin′ in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin′ to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can′t even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha)
But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh)
(a) Lil′ dick and weed (bahk bakh)
Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)
Tryin′ to pot I get real as Chris Rock
Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It′s Ice Cube comin′ straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)

[Jayo] (verse two) {:59
There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber
I′m full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when i′m thru, I take your bitch and finger bang her
But if she looks tossed up, i′ll slang her
Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin′ to spit
But you can′t spit it like this
I come equiped to rip, any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
but they put me in the twist like Trump
I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve
then he done
20/20 ain′t good enough
Rappers they ain′t seein′ me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MC′s out of my reach, i′m on a mission
And be gettin′ to your fuckin′ hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O)
But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat′s on doo low

[Ice Cube]
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(verse three) {1:50
I′m sick of these rap niggas lyin′ ′bout they rich (what?)
Lyin′ ′bout they bitch (what?)
Lyin′ ′bout they dick (what?)
I′m sick of these rap niggas lyin′ ′bout they hits (huh?)
Lyin′ ′bout they whips (huh?)
Lyin′ ′bout they six (yeah)
I′m sick of these rap niggas lyin′ ′bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)
Lyin′ ′bout they hoes (uhh)
Lyin′ ′bout they rows (uhh)
I′m sick of these rap niggas lyin′ ′bout they house (punk!)
Lyin′ about they clout (yeah)
Lyin′ up in they mouth (yeah yeah)
It′s the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like mahz-er-aties
Do karatees, on hatters, and you hotties
Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggas notice, as soon as you′re checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)

[Gangsta] (verse four) {2:30
Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangsta′s the name, niggas wonderin′ how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin′ the drug way
Only means of makin′ a livin′, the Crip and Blood way
I′m on grates when i′m grindin′
I′m on stakes when i′m dinnin′
And on sunday′s on the wine
Is you can′t calm the savage beast (never)
And I can make your birds rise like geese, K-Mac tell ′em
You sell ′em, I swell ′em, loke (sell ′em loke)
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell ′em for
We got the fish scale texture (fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only a few niggas left with this love mang
So we cop together (yeah), put it in the beeker
Rock together (uhh), claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!)

[Ice Cube] (chorus) {3:11
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain′t the rugged shit {repeat

(Squeek Rule)

[Squeek Rule] (verse five) {3:22
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell ′em)
Buzzin′ like a bee cuz I crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain′t got to like ta kick it
I know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep)
Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin′ in your panty hose
Your eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)
You wanna get on my team, and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what i′m boastin′
Hit the three wheel motion, i′m the shit when i′m coastin′ (uh huh)
Down the boulevard, flossin′ hard
Lights hit the chrome, don′t go lick ′em like a movie star
Money makes me a savage (what it do?)
Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)

[Ice Cube]
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta y′all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(chorus) {4:11
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain′t the rugged shit {repeat

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Ice Cube the great!!

"He has indicated to us that he has sufficient.. firepower..
to.. blow up the Bradley vehicle..
and in fact his words were
′We are ready for war.. let′s get it on′"

[Ice Cube]
War.. "War and peace"
Sing it!

Chorus: singer interprets No Doubt′s "Don′t Speak"

War and peace... (Sing it!)
War and peace forever!
War and peace together.. always!

Verse One: Ice Cube

I′m at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me
Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy
The man in me is ready for war, like Holyfield/Tyson IV
A gang against you niggaz on the shore
Either or, your whole family is on the floor
Windows breakin all around em, you can′t climb this mountain
I′m at the fountain, with my troops
I start screamin at em like Patton, we gattin at you fools!

Chorus

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Negotiate... strategy is the key!
I hope they ain′t... exclusively after me!
Cause if they are... we gots to be who we be!
And make a star... out of a head enemy!
The papers said... that he died tragically!
They found his head... with no legs and bo-dy!
We made a pledge... to the Dub-S-C!
Bloodshed... if they got no love for peace!
Sing it!

Chorus

Verse Three: Ice Cube

I′d rather break bread than uhh, break your head
Break your legs, have em broken, I ain′t no joke
Don′t provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope
Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks
My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs
Just show a nigga love when I′m rollin on them dubs
Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this piece
Westside for Life but still down with the East
Sing it!

Chorus 2X

After the haters attempt to blow up his car
We find our hero, Ice Cube, on the ground
Bruised, but not beaten
He pulls out his cell phone.. WITH THE CHIP!
And begins to dial Mack One-Oh
Who′s faded and rolling through Inglewood
with Mr. Short KHOP
Words.. are spoken

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Na na na, na na na

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend

Where would you be, be without me
We′ll never find out
What would I do, do without you
We′ll never know now

Talking bout the lights, the dirt, the sh-t, that hurts
We′re not gonna turn around
We′re doing this for good, for worse
The gift, the curse, we′re not gonna back down

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend

I wanna feel the sun, the waves, the wind in my face
The speed, the chase, na na na
I wanna feel the sun, the waves, just wanna cross the states, making up as we go
That′s how′s gon′ be, young wild and free
Not gonna slow down
Up to the max, until we crush, we′re not gonna stop now

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend

Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na

All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride till the happy end, is me and my girlfriend

@ Icona Pop

Текст песни:

Такая, как ты,
Никому не нужна.
Когда ты узнала,
Что их ответ — да,
Но как они могут
Смотреть нам в глаза?
Ты их ненавидишь,
Так же, как я.
Ты же знаешь, я жил для тебя.
Все, что с нами- это лишь Разбитые мысли в моей голове,
Не жив и не мертв,
Я живу в тишине
Минута, секунда не всем дорога.
Мне хочется
Жить
Хотя бы всегда. Ты же знаешь, я жил для тебя.
Все, что с нами — это лишь игра!
Ты же знаешь, я жил для тебя.
Все, что с нами — это лишь… ТЫ ЗНАЕШЬ, Я ЖИЛ!
ТЫ ЗНАЕШЬ, Я ЖИЛ!
ТЫ ЖЕ ЗНАЕШЬ, Я ЖИЛ ДЛЯ ТЕБЯ!
Я ЖИЛ ДЛЯ ТЕБЯ!
Ты же знаешь, я жил для…

@ IdeЯ Fix