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20-05-2003, 18:17
Šaljite ako imate šta.

"In Da Club"

:50 Cent:
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a ××××
It's not your birthday!

:Chorus (2x):
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I ×××× with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna ××××
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

:Chorus (2x):

My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga i done came up and i ain't change.

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the mother××××er burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we ××××ing be

:Chorus (2x):

:Laughing: Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga

:smile07: :smile07:

20-05-2003, 18:22
Only God can Judge Me

:Tupac Talking:

Only God Can Judge Me

(is that right)

Nobody else, Nobody else

All you other mutha××××as

Get out of my business


Perhaps, I was blind to tha facts

Stabbed in tha back

I Couldn't trust my own homies

just a bunch a dirty rats

Will I, succeed

paranoid from the weed

And hocus pocus try to focus

But I can't see

And in my mind

I'm a, blind man doin' time

Look to my future

cause my past is all behind me

Is it a crime

to fight for what is mine

Everybodies dyin'

Tell me, Whats the use of tryin'

I've been trapped since birth

Cautious, cause I'm cursed

and fantansies of my family

in a hurse

And they say

It's the white man

I should fear

But, it's my own kind

Doin' all the killin' here

I can't lie

Ain't no love, for the other side

Jealousy inside

Make 'em wish I died

Oh my lord

Tell me what I'm livin' for

Everybodies droppin'

got me knockin' on heaven's door

And all my memories

is seeing brothas bleed

And everybody grieves

But still nobody sees

regulate your thoughts

Don't get caught up in tha mix

cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Only God can Judge me....


Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several time)


I hear the doctor standing over me

screaming I can make it

Got a body full of bullet holes

Laying here naked

Still I, can't breathe

something evils in my I-V

Cuz everytime I breathe

I think their killing me

I'm having nightmares

Homicidal fantansies

I wake up stranglin'


from my bed sheets

I call the nurse

cuz it hurts

To reminise

How could it come to this ?

I wish they dind't miss

somebody help me

Tell me where to go from here ?

Cuz even thugs cry

but do the Lord care ?

Tryin' to remember

But it hurts

I'm walking through the cementary

talkin' to the dirt

I'd rather die like a man

than live like a coward

there's a ghetto up in heaven

and its ours

Black Power

Is what we scream

As we dream

In a paranoid state

And our fate

Is a lifetime of hate

Dear mama, can you save me

And ×××× peace

cuz the streets got our babies

We got to eat

No more hesitation

each and every black males trapped

And they wonder why we suicidal

walkin' around strapped

It's the police

please try to see to this

there's a million mutha-××××as

Stressing just like me

Only God can Judge Me.....


Only God Can Judge Me(repeated several)

Powers that judge can not kill me

but only make me stronger

I don't see why everybody gotta feel

as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life,

Let me live baby

Let me live

(Rappin 4-Tay)

Pac I feel yah

Keep servin' it on the real ya

For instance, sayin'

Playa hatin' marks wanna kill yah

Would you be wrong

For bucking a nigga into the pavement

He gonna get me first

If I don't get him

If you better start praying

Ain't no such thing

As, self defence

In the court of law

So Judges when we get to where were gonna

we're in the cross

that's real

Gotti, lurk thee

Creep tha ×××× up on him

Sold a half a million tapes

No everybody want him

Now talkin' behind my back

Like, a bitch would

Tellin' them niggas, "you can fade us"

Punk, I wish you would

It be the same mutha-××××as in your face

gotta rush up in your place

to get your safe

Knowing you on that paper chase

grass, glass

Big screen and leather couch

My new shit is so fine

I already sold a key of ounce


Remember Tupac and 4-Tay

The same two brothas dodgin' bullets

And represtin' the Bay

Pac when you was locked down

That's when I'll be around

Start climbing up the charts

so sick but they try to clown

that's why they ride the band-waggon

Still we draggin' sellin' live

Don't think I don't see you playa haters

I know you all wear disguises


Guess you figure you know me

cuz I'm a thug

that love to hit the late night club

drinkin' buzz

living lavish like a playa all day

I'm 'bout

20-05-2003, 18:26
"Lose Yourself"

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No
He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da


No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motha××××in roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motha××××in option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got


You can do anything you set your mind to, man

20-05-2003, 18:30
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realise there's nuthin' left
coz I've been blasting and laughing so long, that
even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
but I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
you better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking
or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but i gotta loc
As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight.

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise

The getto situation, they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
so I gotta be down with the hood team
too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta set trippin' banger
and my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool
death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away,
I'm living life, do or die, what can I say
I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24
the way things are going I don't know

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise

Power and the money, money and the power
minute after minute, hour after hour
everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
what's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'
they say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
if they can't undersstand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't, I guess they won't
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool

been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me

(fade out)

20-05-2003, 19:05
ovako, alles ok, ali jedna stvar ne valja: hip-hop je kultura, a rap je njena glazba. nema, ne postoji hip-hop glazba, kuzis?

20-05-2003, 19:45
Kill You

(a line with a * before it indicates a part I wasn't sure about) (Gently Rapping:)
When I was just a little baby boy my mamma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older and I realized she was the crazy one
But there was nothing I could try to say or do to change her 'cause that's just the way she was

(Violently Rapping:)
They say I can't rap about being broke no more
They didn't say I can't rap about coke no more (female voice: ahhhh!)
Slut! You think I won't choke no whore,
Till her vocal cords don't work in her throat no more (same sampled female voice: ahhhh!)
These mother××××ers are thinking I'm playin', thinking I'm sayin'
This shit 'cause I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it (ahhhh!)
Put your hands down, bitch, I ain't gonna shoot you
I'm gonna pull YOU to this bullet and put it thru you! (ahhhh!)
Shut up, Slut! You're causing too much chaos
Just bend over and take like a slut...ok ma!
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing her
*Worse, snortin' coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You're goddamn right, bitch, and now it's too late
I'm triple-platnum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence you vile venomous vomital bitches
Vain, Vicadin, Rin-rin-rin (this last bit is accompanied by a chainsaw sound effect)
Touch this chainsaw, left his brains all
Dangling from his neck while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Bitch, I'm-a kill you!
You don't wanna ×××× with me, girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'm-a kill you!
You ain't got the balls to beef, we ain't never stop beefin', an' I squash the beef
You better kill me
I'm-a be another rapper dead, for poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't've said
But when they kill me
I'm bringin' the world with me, bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
I said you don't
Wanna ×××× with Shady
'Cause Shady
Will ××××in' kill you
You don't
Wanna ×××× with Shady
'Cause Shady
Will ××××in' kill you

Bitch, I'm-a kill you! Like a murder weapon I'm-a conceal you
In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows & film you
×××× with me, I've been thru hell, shut the hell up
I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell them
I ain't Acid Rap but I rap on acid
*Got a new glow ball & just had a strap-on added
Woops! Is that a subliminal hint? No,
It's criminal intent, to sodomize women again!
Eminem offend? NO! Eminem'll assault!
And if you ever give it to him you'll give him an impulse
To do it again, THEN, if he does it again
You probabaly end up jumping out of something up in the tent

Bitch, I'm-a kill you...I ain't done, this aint the chorus
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
It's tough, but that's normal, ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hiding murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of out medicine
Out of our minds, and we're wanting yours, let us in

Or I'm-a kill you!
You don't wanna ×××× with me, girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'm-a kill you!
You ain't got the balls to beef, we ain't never stop beefin', an' I squash the beef
You better kill me
I'm-a be another rapper dead, for poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't've said
But when they kill me
I'm bringin' the world with me, bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
(i said) You don't
Wanna ×××× with Shady ('cause why?)
'Cause Shady
Will ××××in' kill you (heh heh)
You don't
Wanna ×××× with Shady (why?)
'Cause Shady
Will ××××in' kill you (heh heh)

Know why I say these things
'Cause ladies screams be creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
These eighty g's just to say the same things threese...

20-05-2003, 20:50
My greška ,sorka ne@. Trbalo je pisati: Neki Hip-Hop -rap tekstovi!! Naravno da kužim ,pa slušam rap od 12-este. No dobro nema veze, tu smo zbog tekstova a ne zbog rasprave.Drago mi je da ima ljudi slušaju tu vrstu glazbe jer tamo gdje ja živim nema nas baš puno. Za mene ne postoji ništa drugo,ta me glazba tjera naprijed.Još jednom isprika zbog greške.Peace

21-05-2003, 16:29

21-05-2003, 18:33
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21-05-2003, 18:43
no problemo...
nisi jedini koji voli tu glazbu, u svakom slucaju. volim je i ja iako nisam toliko orijentirana na nju (vise na rock i metal).
textovi su super, samo nastavite tako dalje!


21-05-2003, 21:04
"Sing For The Moment"

:Verse 1:
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His ××××in' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions

{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you

:Verse 2:
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
motha××××a they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the ×××× did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a ××××in' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the ××××
can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...


:Verse 3:
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's ××××ed up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any ××××in'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a ××××in' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the ××××in' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...


21-05-2003, 21:06

"Bring Me To Life"
(feat. Paul McCoy)

how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead

all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

(Bring me to life)
I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside
(Bring me to life)

22-05-2003, 12:25

lot dog
24-05-2003, 12:54
CLEANING OUT MY CLOSETCleaning out my closet

Verse 1
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against. / Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha ××××in' kid that's behind / all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin.' Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin.' / Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin.' Keep kickin' ass in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening. / Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. / Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.

Chorus 2X
I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.

Verse 2
I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, / I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD. / I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, / cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye. No, I don't on second thought, I just ××××in' wished he would die. / I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try / to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake. I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human. But I'm man enough to face them today. / What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun. / Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.

Chorus 2X

Verse 3
Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin,' / But put yourself in my position. Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, / bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin.' Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome. My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach, / doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? / But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely. An' Nathan's getting' up so quick, he's gonna know that your phoney. / And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral. / See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom. / But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get. You selfish bitch, I hope you ××××in' burn in hell for this shit. / Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be.
:smile07: :smile07: :smile07: :smile07: :smile07: :smile07:

lot dog
24-05-2003, 12:55
---------------Withaut Me

Intro (Obie Trice)
"Obie Trice/Name No Gimmicks..."

Refrain 1
2 trailer park girls go round the outside/ round the outside, round the outside (Repeat Refrain 1)

Refrain 2
Guess whos back, back again/ Shadys back, tell a friend/ Guess who's back, guess who's back, gruess who's back/ Guess who's back...

Verse 1
I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to/ see Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver/ well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya/ a little bit of me mixed with some hard liquor/ some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker then a/ shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating/ when I'm rocking the table while he's operating / you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating/ I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating / So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see/ they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me/ So come on and dip, bum on your lips ×××× that, cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy/ I just settled all my lawsuits ×××× YOU DEBBIE_!

Chorus X2
Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me/ cuz we need a little controversy, cuz it feels so empty without me

Verse 2
Little hellions kids feeling rebellious/ embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis/ they start feeling the prisoners helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"/ A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel/ so let me just revel an bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass/ and it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me?/ Well I'm back (batman sound) fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna/ enter in and up under your skin like a splinter/ The center of attention back for the winter/ I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling/ Infesting in your kids ears and nesting/ Testing "Attention Please" feel the tension soon as someone mentions me/ here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free/ A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

Chorus X2

Verse 3
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked/ worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby/ you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me/You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno/ Now lets go, give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults/ I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol/ But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me/ So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene/ Though I'm not the first king of controversy/ I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly/ and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)/ there's a concept that works/ 20 million other white rappers emerge/ but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me

lot dog
24-05-2003, 12:57
nelly hot in here

Hot in.....
So hot in herre.....
So hot in.....
I was like, good gracious ass bodacious
Flirtatcious, tryin to show patience
Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam (you know)
Lookin for the right time to flash them keys
Then um I'm leavin, please believin
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin
No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve, no teasin
I need you to get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin for
Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you
And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use
:Hook x2:
(I said)
Its gettin hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Why you at the bar if you aint poppin the bottles
What good is all the fame if you aint ××××in the models
I see you drivin, sportscar, aint hittin the throttle
And I be down, and do a hundred, top down and goggles
Get off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game cuz baby I cant talk it
Warm, sweatin its hot up in this joint
VOKAL tanktop, all on at this point
Your with a winner so baby you cant loose
I got secrets cant leave Cancun
So take it off like your home alone
You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone
Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend,
like "girl I think my butt gettin big"
:Hook x2:
(Nelly hang all out)
Mix a little bit a ah, ah
With a little bit a ah, ah
(Nelly just fall out)
Give a little bit a ah, ah
With a little bit a ah, ah
(Nelly hang all out)
With a little bit a ah, ah
And a sprinkle a that ah, ah
(Nelly just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, Baby make it ah, ah
Stop placin, time wastin
I gotta a friend with a pole in the basement (What?)
I'm just kiddin like Jason (Oh)
Unless you gon' do it
Extra, extra eh, spread the news
Nelly took a trip from the Luna to Neptunes
Came back with somethin thicker than fittin in sasoons
Say she like to think about cuttin in restrooms
:Hook x4:
(Nelly hang all out)
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Nelly just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Nelly hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Nelly just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, Baby make it ah, ah

Dr M.
24-05-2003, 19:38
C-Block-Time is tickin'

Ahaha ahaha
keep it on, keep it on
keep your head on
time is tickin', time is tickin'
tickin' away

:Rap 1:
Let's talk about time
tickin' away every day
so wake on up before it's gone away
catch the 411 and stay up like the sun
remind yourself what's done is done
so let yesterday stay with the bygones
keep your body and soul and your mind on
the right track infact you gotta stay on the real black
don't turn around and don't look back
we tryin' to take the positive to another level
Red Dogg diggin' deep Mr. P got the shouvel
I'll level with you I played in a foul picture
but now I got my mental sewel up like a stitcher
I used to be a "P" try on to clock "G's" living wild blast
you before you blast me thats the lifestyle
and I could see it on the evening news
it's just another brutha shot
on either stretched doin time

Time is tickin' away
you've gotta - live your life
day by day
happy or sad, good or bad,
life is to short
you've gotta - keep your head :2x:

:Rap 2:
Keep your head one more time and feel the rythm
I'm tellin' your life is to short you know the feelin'
you want to do more your selfesteem is in the way
you better take a kid and live it day by day
but anyway I'm going for mine I'm still broke it's no joke
they still got me hangin' from the rope's
take time and still do the right thing
and not the wrong so listen to the word's of the song
Tick Tock your seconds away from the judgement day
so get your mind ready take the Evil's but out way
bring back we cut no slack we kick fact's
the positive message on this tracks is exact the way we feel it
in the nineteen 90's chillin' with red in the mix your find me - rewind me
and turn back my mind thinkin' about the homies
is the pen doing time


Once again
CBK on da track
to wake up your mind
who know what tomorrow night bring
violence - destruction - who knows?
'cause time is slippin' away

The world keeps spinning
around and round
we've gotta keep ourselves
from going down
in a world full of passion,
pleasure and pain
the pressure's get into my brain

:Hookline 2x:

Dr M.
24-05-2003, 19:48
2Pac-Me and My Girlfrend

Sheeit, ju mother××××in right
I'm the bitch that's keepin it live and keepin it hot
when you punk ass niggaz don't
Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on

Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
×××× em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united
Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

What!! I'm bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run nigga run! *gunfire* I'm on yo' ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I'm bustin all you bitches!
Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!

My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It's true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend

Chorus: Tupac

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
(repeat 2X)

I was too immature
to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein faithful now cause now cheatin's lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God's eyes -- now it's time for war
Never leave me baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin witcha
loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
anticipated for the moment you come home
I'm waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
So if you ever need me call, I'll be there through it all
You're the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend


I love finger ××××in you, all of a sudden I'm hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that's on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that's why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

Chorus 3X

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind -- look for me
(repeat 3X)

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
(repeat 2X)