ding ding

She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing

Til everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this faith
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all done
As my anger reigns
Til everything burns

Ooh, oh

Walking through life unnoticed
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in their masquerade
No one sees her there
And still she sings

Til everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this faith
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns

Til everything burns
Everything burns
(Everything burns)
Everything burns
Watching it all fade away
(All fade away)
Everyone screams
Everyone screams
(Watching it all fade away)
Oooh, ooh
(While everyone screams)
Burning down lies
Burning my dreams
(All of this faith)
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Til everything burns
(Everything burns)
Watching it all fade away
(Oooh, ooh)
(Everything burns)
Watching it all fade away

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the crads to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden loaw of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

Знову футболієм
Знову треба гол
Нас веде надія
Нас тримає разом футбол
Синє-синє небо
Жовті прапори
Україні треба
На всі 100 потужної гри

О-у -о! Україна вперед!
О-у -о! Україна давай!
О-у -о! Україна вперед!
О-у -о! Перемагай!

У Європі чути
Наші голоси
Золото здобудем
Бо граємо завжди що є сил
Хай тремтить суперник
Навіть "Супер-тім"
Поле перевернем
Але докажем, що ми круті

О-у -о! Україна вперед!
О-у -о! Україна давай!
О-у -о! Україна вперед!
О-у -о! Перемагай!

О-у -о! Україна вперед!
О-у -о! Україна давай!
О-у -о! Україна вперед!
О-у -о! Перемагай!

Жовто-синя хвиля
По трибуні йде
Українську силу
Усьому світу ми доведем

О-у -о! Україна вперед!
О-у -о! Україна давай!
О-у -о! Україна вперед!
О-у -о! Перемагай!

what u gonno do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, u drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, x8
My lovely little lumps,

Check it out
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin fly gear , but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t takin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cause of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps, check it out!

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
and mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiide.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma spill some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (x3)
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me,up on me, on me.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.

What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off THIS hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work
(Long Pause)
She's got me spending
(Oooo) spending all your money on me
and spendin' time on me
She's got me spending
(Ooo)spending all your money on me uh on me on me

[Verse #1]
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its 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, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talking black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...

[Chorus:]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[Verse #2]
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck 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, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their 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 canon
You need to spew, don’t hesitate to produce air-guns
That’s why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So I’m signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I’m such a f c88
uckin' menace, this shit doesn’t make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and I’m a criminal,
How the fuck 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!

[Chorus]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[Verse #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun 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 toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

[Chorus]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Убей, убей американца,
Убей, убей американца,
Убей, убей американца,
Убей американца, убей!!

Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhhh ohh ohhhhhhhh
Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhh ohhh ohh

Hold up stop now let me get a look at ya,
Damn girl I ain't seen you since prom,
Come to think about it I can't believe its been that long,
I heard your man locked down now how long he gone.... Oh dat long
How the hell he get time like that?
Three strikes with possession, aww he ain't comin back,
He left you with 2 kids and bills all around,
Plus you found out he had another chick cross-town,
It's always the darkness right before the sun rises
And you gotta stay strong for the kids in their eyes and
Please don't despise and go against all brothers and
have a hatred in your heart and take it out on another,
I hate to sound Tupacish now momma but keep your head up,
But you gon' make it I promise you keep your head up
And that, that don't kill you only makes you stronger
And the will to succeed will only feed the hunger, Fo' Reel (Fo' Reel, Fo' Reel)

Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhhh ohh ohhhhhhhh
Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhh oh ohh

I was at the gas station and a man walked past
With his sign will work for food, clothes or cash
and he asked if he could pump my gas, so I let him
Clean the windshield and throw out the trash, so I let him (Hey)
I even asked a brother his name, where he was from, got kids man and what's their ages
He kinda stuttered for a second, he kinda looked surprised that anyone would even take an
interest in his life
He said young brother dem the only words I done heard in the last year that wasn't no
or get the fuck away from herrre
How could somthin so simple as general conversation
Mean much more than general conversation? (Hey)
You could tell life had beaten him down
Like he was in the title fight and this might be his last round
Sometimes the easiest things we take for granted
Until they gone, then realise we even had it, Fo' Reel (Fo' Reel, Fo' Reel)

Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhhh ohh ohhhhhhhh
Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhh oh ohhhhh

I used to think that life had a plan for me
Until I realised life had to be planned by me, see that's the key
I only deal with what I can see cause over history, mystery brought us nothin but misery
Man more people done died in the name of the lord
Than in any natural disaster, disease or gangwars
Before guns there was swords and they was killin each other
and what's changed to this day still killin each other
Killin a brother while another mother cries for help
Man! we need to help a brother find themself
Feed em light 1, 2, 3
Hey! that's something every brother should see and that's Fo' Reel,
and that's Fo' Reel, and that's Fo' Reel

Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhhh ohh ohhhhhhhh
Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhh ohhh ohh

Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhhh ohh ohhhhhhhh
Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhh ohhh ohh

Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhhh ohh ohhhhhhhh
Ha ha ha ha ha ohhhhhhh
N dey say ohhhhh ohhh ohh

REPEAT CHORUS TO FADE

Listen to your heart when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

And there are voices that want to be heard.
So much to mention but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic, the beauty that's been when love was wilder than the win

От края до края
Небо в огне сгорает,
И в нем исчезают
Все надежды и мечты.

Но ты засыпаешь,
И ангел к тебе слетает,
Смахнет твои слезы,
И во сне смеёшься ты!

3асыпай,
На руках у меня засыпай,
Засыпай
Под пенье дождя...

Далеко,
там, где неба кончается край,
Ты найдешь
Потерянный рай.

Во сне хитрый демон
Может пройти сквозь стены,
Дыханье у спящих
Он умеет похищать.

Бояться не надо,
Душа моя будет рядом.
Твои сновиденья
До рассвета охранять.

3асыпай,
У меня на руках засыпай,
Засыпай
Под пенье дождя...

Далеко,
там, где неба кончается край,
Ты найдешь
Потерянный рай.

Подставлю ладони -
Их болью своей наполни,
Наполни печалью,
Страхом гулкой темноты

И ты не узнаешь,
Как небо в огне сгорает,
Как жизнь разбивает
Все надежды и мечты.

3асыпай,
У меня на руках засыпай,
Засыпай
Под пенье дождя...

Далеко,
там, где неба кончается край,
Ты найдешь
Потерянный рай.

[Intro - soundclips from "Scarface"]

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life, I'ma stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place I recommend
Or say hello to my little friend

[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go, I gotta tag along
Cause my bud's getting strong and they mad him on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run to get my basketball
One sneeze'll make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (Why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum to shine his chrome
He even got closet space inside my home
He ain't never been broke, he glitchless
I'm so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam and a scope for distance
The best company when approacing business
He will ride with me 'til the end
We all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My buddy got a temper, he dying to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Take him with me to hustle, stashed him in a trashcan
My fingertips off before hours I bag grams
You meet him, your destination's hell or heaven
Cause I only bring him out for that 187
He don't have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells
He get it popping in the hood, so his name rings bells
Ms. Jones stay on the 3rd floor, she called the cops on me
They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homey
Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid
I stay screaming on niggas and beating up baseheads
These niggas ain't thorough, they just like to pretend
Keep fucking 'round they gon' say hello to my little friend

[Gunshots]

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
We been though it all but yet we both still living
We been in a box but we both still spitting
And when there was beef, you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen 'til they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know that we was ready for way
Bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out, something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stopped rapping like Pac
People see you and run, and you ain't even say shit
They just know you ain't nothing to play with
You stay with sixteen homeys, and one in the hole
When the first one get out, the next one go
To know where you headed, you got to know where you been
The glock stay with me, we friends 'til the end

[Chorus]

[Outro - "Scarface" clip, gunshots

Добавлено (16-09-2006, 15:13:59)
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6. How We Do (Feat. 50 Cent)

[Hook - 50 Cent]
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

[Verse I - Game]
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt

[Verse II - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
Cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

[Hook]

[Verse III - Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)

[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
[Game]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggaz like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin I'm a punk
Get your fuckin head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
[50 Cent]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)

Добавлено (16-09-2006, 15:15:04)
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12. Stomp

[Young Buck:]
Uh ohhhhh, Young Buck, T.I., Ludacris
Dirty south, yeahhh

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

I'm caddillac'n through the hood, sittin' on 24's
T.V's playin, rim's spinin, blowin' plenty dro
Don't have to mention, when you pimpin, you get plenty hoes
It's all on you, if you gon' trick, or you gon' get yo' dough
I know I got these haters mad, I can love that
When you got love for the streets, they give ya' love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin on?
Security better back up, when they play this song
And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My click of gorilla's, they got they G-Unit's on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nuthing
C'mon take it outside, lemme see sumthin
Wha-wha-wha-what now?
Don't get bu-bu-bu-buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

[T.I.:]
Aye, a 100 karots on the chest, I'm so true to this
Task force got my vest, I got a new bitch
Fans hate and talk shit, but I'm too legit
A million dollars at a time, till im super rich
Pimp squad, G-Unit, fuck who you get
Ask your neice's and nephew's, I'm the shit
Real niggas see the diffrence between you and this
Me gettin beat down?, thats ludacris
My name rang from the streets, and slang in my caddyville
Nigga are you gettin it rodney dangerfield?
No respect, im'a bet, you can bet that
I caught some cases, but it's just a minor set back
And if I have to do some time, I'll be right back
With some thighs, and some tri's and a six pack
We hit the door, watch all the pussy nigga get back
They know we can do it like the road, but you ain't with that
You know who make that track bump, like to keep it crunk
It's chopper's hit ya ass, you'll with ya got your ass stomp'd

[Young Buck:]
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off

[Ludacris:]
Muthafucka, I'm a monster in this game, similar to the lachness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, sum verces gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it, I've eather done it, or it's 'bout to happen
When I pull up in the louis truck on 26's, people dumb out
If lifes a crack game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ig-nent, love sayin' my name
Cuz maintainin my fish tank, and they house, cost the same
Ask me, I'd say I made it, and it sure wasn't luck
Cuz hustler's relate to me, and some are younger than buck
You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenupt
So if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin my cut
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin this program, hazin' these undergraduates
So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings
Cuz you worth a couple hundred grand, and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you, plus your beats ain't legit
So please stay off the t.i.p. of my dick

[Young Buck:]
I hear him talkin', but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch, I get the club crunk, im'a make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, you can get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do, and stomp
Now where you from? who the boss? im'a break him off
Where you from? who the boss? lemme break him off
Now where you from? who the boss? Im'a break him off

Get it, get it (x6)
(Do you like it?)
(This feels good)
(Panting)

I know I may come off
May come off shy
But I feel like talking
Feel like dancing
When I see this guy
What's practical
What's logical
What the hell
Who cares
All I know is that
I'm so happy when
You're dancing there

CHORUS:
I'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it
I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I won't deny it
I'm not trying to hide it

BRIDGE:
Baby
(I just want to
Dance next to you)
Don't you wanna
Dance up on me
To another
Time and place
Baby
(Are you ready?)
Don't you wanna
Dance up on me
From behind?

(Like that)
(You like it)
(Now watch me)

Get it, get it (x6)
(Do you like it?)
(This feels good)
(Panting)

I really wanna dance
Tonight with you
(I just can't help myself)
I really wanna do
What you wanna do
(I just feel
I let myself go)
I really wanna dance
Tonight with you
(Wanna see you)
I really wanna do
What you wanna do
(Uh, uh, uh)

Repeat bridge
Repeat chorus

(Take that)
It just feels right
It's just feels good)

Get it, get it (x6)

Repeat chorus

(He we go again)
(Laughs)
(He go now)
(Here we go)

(Like that)

You're a fire
and desire
When I kiss your lips, you know, you take me higher
You're addiction
my conviction
You're my passion, my relief, my crucifixion
Never leave me
And believe me
You will be the sun into my raining season
Never leave me
And believe me
In my empty life you'll be the only reason

[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit
Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

[Verse 1]
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell'em HOLD up,
You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood

I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I- twist that la, la, la, la

I get high as I wanna nigga
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga
I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

[Chorus]

G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come

I'm on a mission
Into destination unknown
An expedition
Onto Desolation road
Where I'm a...

Castaway, goin at it alone
Castaway, now I'm on my own
Castaway, goin at it alone
Castaway, now I'm on my own
Lost and found, trouble bound...
Castaway

I'm ridin on the night train
And driving stolen cars
Testin my nerves
Out on the boulevard
Spontaneous combustion
In the corners of my mind
I'm leaving in a lurch
And I'm taking back what's mine

Она сама по себе
Она со всеми и не скем
Она нужна всем и не нужна никому
Но в её зеленых глазах можно легко прочесть
Что она принадлежать никогда не сможет одному
Она всегда молчит, быть может просто нет слов
Ну а может быть считает, что нет смысла отвечать
Но в отличие от всех, она хотя бы не врет
И если ты так захочешь, то она сейчас опять уйдет
Ещё один день, ещё одна ночь
Ещё один год, ты так надеешся, что у неё это пройдет
И кажется, что ждать осталось совсем не множко
Хочется верить, но она всего лишь кошка
Кошка

Что ей снится, когда слезы на её ресницах
Когда в эту ночь опять не спится
И так больно курить одну за одной

Ты ещё простишь утром, когда услышишь
В свою дверь звонок
Она опять улыбнется и уснет у твоих ног
И что-то внутри вдруг снова станет на место
Так далеки друг от друга, но все же кажится что вместе
Сейчас она с тобой, после с кем-то ещё
А она тебя понять не может, ей просто всё равно
Она всего лишь любит развлечения и вино
И каждую ночь с ней, каждый раз за одно
Она вернется опять и снова будет молчать
И ты её не вини, если совсем не хочешь потерять
Помолчи с ней не много, попробуй просто понять
Она всего лишь кошка и хочет спать

Что ей снится, когда слезы на её ресницах
Когда в эту ночь опять не спится
И так больно курить одну за одной

Что ей снится, когда слезы на её ресницах
Когда в эту ночь опять не спится
И так больно курить одну за одной

Этот парень был из тех, кто просто любит жизнь
Любит праздники и громкий смех, пыль дорог и ветра свист
Он был везде и всегда своим
Влюблял в себя целый свет
И гнал свой байк, а не лимузин
Таких друзей больше нет

И в гостиной при свечах он танцевал, как бог
Но зато менялся на глазах, только вспомнит шум дорог
Все, что имел, тут же тратил
И за порог сделав шаг
Мой друг давал команду братьям
Вверх поднимая кулак

Ты - летящий вдаль, вдаль ангел
Ты - летящий вдаль, вдаль ангел
Ты один только друг, друг на все времена
Не много таких среди нас
Ты - летящий вдаль беспечный ангел

Под гитарный жесткий рок, который так любил
На Харлее он домчать нас мог до небес и звезд любых
Но он исчез и никто не знал
Куда теперь мчит его байк
Один бродяга нам сказал
Что он отправился в рай

Ты - летящий вдаль, вдаль ангел
Ты - летящий вдаль, вдаль ангел
Но ад стал союзником рая в ту ночь
Против тебя одного
Ты - летящий вдаль беспечный ангел

Добавлено (23-09-2006, 01:49:18)
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НА ПОЛЕ ТАНКИ ГРОХОТАЛИ (Чиж и К)

Am C
В экстазе глюки замелькали,
F G C
Трояны шли в последний бой.
A7 Dm Am
Поникший геймер, сидя в кресле
F E Am
Качал уныло головой.

И покрасневшими глазами
Смотрел в песочные часы.
Холодным пивом запивая
Кусок копчёной колбасы.

Alt-Ctrl-Del мне не поможет
И нет надежды на Reset,
Играть так хочется парнишке,
А форматнуть уж мочи нет.

По компу вдарила болванка,
А по экрану молотком.
И залпы яростного мата
Подняли весь микрорайон.

И разбивая мышь об стену
Он, стиснув зубы, говорил:
Прощайте, Ультима и Старкрафт,
Прощайте, Квака и Анрыл.

И полетят тут телеграммы
Родных и близких известить:
Компьютер к жизни не вернётся,
Пришлось его приговорить.

В углу заплачет мать-старушка,
Смахнёт слезу старик-отец.
И молодая не узнает
Какой же в Дьябло был конец.

И будут им кошмары сниться,
Лицо ехидное Б.Г.
Не будет больше 3D-Action,
Не будет больше RPG.

Нас извлекут из-под обломков
Разбитых в ярости компов.
Лохматых, пьяных и голодных,
Всю ночь не спавших юзеров

Hot Dog.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Introducing the chocolate starfish and the hot dog flavored water.
Bring it on!
Get the fuck up!

YEAH! Check 1-2.
Listen up, listen up.
Here we go..
It's a fucked up world (world).
And a fucked place (place).
Everybody's judge by their fucked up face.
Fucked up dreams (dreams) and fucked up life (life).
A fucked up kid with a fucked up knife.
Fucked up mom (mom) and fucked up dad (dad)
It's a fucked up cop with a fucked up badge.
Fucked up job (job); A fucked up pay (pay),
And a fucked up boss, it's a fucked up day.
Fucked up press (press) with fucked up lies (lies).
While lethal's in the back with the fucked up eyes

Hey (it's on).
Everybody knows it's on.
Hey (it's on).
Everybody knows it's on.

Ain't it a shame that you can't say fuck (FUCK!).
Fuck's just a word and it's all fucked up,
Like a fucked up punk (punk) with a fucked up mouth (mouth).
A nine inch nail - get knocked the fuck out.
Fucked up aids (aids) with fucked up sex (sex).
Fake-assed tities on a fucked up chest.
We're all fucked up, so whatcha wanna do?
With all fucked up me, and fucked up you.

[chorus start]
YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL.
YOU LIKE TO BURN ME ON THE INSIDE.
YOU LIKE TO THINK I'M A PERFECT DRUG.
JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YA DO WILL BRING YOU CLOSER TO ME
[chorus end]

Aim like a bitch (bitch), a fucked up ditch (ditch),
A fucked up sore with a fucked up stich.
A fucked up head (head) is a fucked up shame,
Swinging at my nuts is a fucked up game.
Jaleousy thrills up a fucked up mind,
It's real fucked up like a fucked up crime.
If I say fuck two more times, that's forty-six fucks in this fucked up rhyme.

Hey (it's on).
Everybody knows it's on.
Hey (it's on).
Everybody knows it's on.

[chorus start]
YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL.
YOU LIKE TO BURN ME FROM THE INSIDE.
YOU LIKE TO THINK I'M A PERFECT DRUG.
JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YA DO WILL BRING YOU CLOSER TO ME!!!
[chorus end]

OOOO-WAAA!!!
It's enough baby.
You can't bring me down (bring me down)
I don't think so (I don't think so)
You better check yourself before you wreck yourself.
Kiss my starfish, my chocolate starfish (punk),
Kiss my starfish, my chocolate starfish.

[chorus start]
YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL.
YOU WANNA BURN ME FROM THE INSIDE.
YOU'D LIKE TO THINK I'M A PERFECT DRUG.
JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YA DO WILL BRING YOU CLOSER TO ME
[chorus end]

Hey kid, who you lookin' at?
Why you standin' all up in my face like that?
You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knockin' on your babeball cap
You better step about ten paces back
Or you'll be layin' where your shoe laces at
Go do what your momma told you
And don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' your a soldier
I see you got a cell phone, i got a number you can dial son, make it 911
Tell 'em stop at hef's house on the way kid
Pick up some playmates but only if they naked
Don't know how you do in your city
But 'round here we gettin' down to the nitty gritty
And i hate to put you out like that
But you've been burnin' like a fire with a mouth like that

Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice and getting laid
Everything was a.o.k. oh...
But now and then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talkin' this and that again, oh

Let's break it down for a minute
And roll it on up in third gear for a minute
I got the 21's bumpin' on my benz, and
I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends, and
I don't really give a fuck about
What these player hatin' pussies give a fuck about
'cause i'm a night ranger, never been a stranger
My two-way pager is lookin' for some danger
Zoolander, hit you with the magnum
Everybody get your groove on if you have one
And if you ain't got it then admit it:
It's limpbizkit, time for you to get it
All around the world and this 45 prevost
Everywhere we go we watch it on the tivo
And now you're layin' in the bed you made
Drinkin' hatorade, think about it

Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice and getting laid
Everything was a.o.k. oh...
But now and then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talkin' this and that again, go

Leave, thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)

(the radio is dead)

Let me guess, you ain't that impressed
Mister, hale - tosis of the breath
Livin' lifestyles of the wish-you-would
From the back isles of the thrifty-good
See i, i got room to talk, kid
I been layin' this track since north cackilack
And the very first day that you fell out the sack
I was in some fat laces, spinnin' on my back
Let me think, let me roll, let me ride
Let me put some funk in the trunk, triple 5
And a memory that can easy your pain
Like a melody from kurt cobain
'cause ya', never know when it's all gonna end
And ya', never know when you'll call on a friend
So you better take a step to prepare yourself
'cause the way you're livin' now, ain't good for your health

Thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)
Thinkin' that you're all that, and then some
I've got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinkin' that you're all that, and then some?
Man, i got news for you (all radio is dead)

(all radio is dead)

She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing

Til everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this faith
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all done
As my anger reigns
Til everything burns

Ooh, oh

Walking through life unnoticed
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in their masquerade
No one sees her there
And still she sings

Til everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this faith
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns

Til everything burns
Everything burns
(Everything burns)
Everything burns
Watching it all fade away
(All fade away)
Everyone screams
Everyone screams
(Watching it all fade away)
Oooh, ooh
(While everyone screams)
Burning down lies
Burning my dreams
(All of this faith)
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Til everything burns
(Everything burns)
Watching it all fade away
(Oooh, ooh)
(Everything burns)

buck dich - befehl ich dir
wende dein Antlitz ab von mir
dein Gesicht ist mir egal
buck dich

ein Zweibeiner auf allen Vieren
ich fuhre ihn spazieren
im Passgang - den Flur entlang
ich bin enttauscht
jetzt kommt er ruckwarts mir entgegen
honig bleibt am Strumpfband kleben
ich bin enttauscht, total enttauscht
buck dich...

das Gesicht interessiert mich nicht

der Zweibeiner hat sich gebuckt
in ein gutes Licht geruckt
zeig ich ihm was man machen kann
und ich fang zu weinen an

der Zweifuss stammelt ein Gebet
aus Angst weil es mir schlecht ergeht
versucht er tief sich noch zu bucken
Tranen laufen hoch den Rucken

buck dich...

buck dich - befehl ich dir
wende dein Antlitz ab von mir
dein Gesicht ist mir egal
buck dich - nocheinmal

buck dich...

[Intro - Lloyd Banks]
New York City!
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks! G Unit!

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Lloyd Banks)
We on fire - up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
She'll take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?!)
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Naw I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm riding Dalvins by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
A ladies man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention the boy pack clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
I'm only 21, sitting on mills

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller
If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her
I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuela
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I ain't spend a quarter
So cut the games ma, let's go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when I'm riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I ain't a mind reader

[Chorus]

В жизни моей - такая фигня
Мои родители гулять не отпускают меня,
Говорят, что кругом бандиты и маньяки
Они все больные и злые, как собаки

И домой мне не стоит возвращаться поздно ночью,
Потому что я доиграюсь точно
Выйдет кто-то из кустов,
Вынет что-то из штанов,
И под круглою луной
Вдруг погонится за мной

Да только мне надоело лабуду эту слушать,
Причитания эти замочили мне уши
Я не стану терпеть!
Я не буду молчать!
Мы хотим всем и каждому громко сказать:

Кто нас хочет напугать, нука все в сад!
Мы сами кому хочешь надерём зад
И на все вопросы - один ответ:
Это наша территория, здесь МИН НЕТ!

С утра до ночи по телеку полная фигня
В нашей школе на мозги давят нам учителя,
Мол не ходите туда и не ходите сюда,
Иначе в сами приключится большая беда,

И что гуляющий степенно по аллее старик
На самом деле маскированный Аль-Каеды боевик
И что его с продуктами катомка
На самом деле ядерная бомба

И нельзя ехать прямо, надо ехать в объезд
И что давно заминирован каждый подъезд
Я не стану терпеть!
Я не буду молчать!
Мы хотим всем и каждому громко сказать:

Кто нас хочет напугать, нука все в сад!
Мы сами кому хочешь надерём зад
На все вопросы - один ответ:
Это наша территория, здесь МИН НЕТ!

Мы за спокойствие этого города
Усама Бен Ладену выбреем бороду,
А если к нам спустится горный боец,
Мы просто-напросто двинем в торец

Чтобы не была повода и не было соблазна
Творить свои пакости здесь безнаказанно
Чтобы все говорили еще тысячу лет
Это наша территория, здесь МИН НЕТ!

Припев.
Возьми мое сердце
Возьми мою душу
Я так одинок в этот час,
Что хочу умереть.
Мне некуда деться
Свой мир я разрушил
По мне плачет только свеча
На холодной заре...
Ты умерла в дождливый день
И тени плыли по воде
Я смерть увидев первый раз
Ее величие и грязь
В твоих глазах застыла боль
Я разделю ее с тобой
А в зеркалах качнется призрак,
Призрак любви…

Припев.
Я слышу утренний колокол.
Он славит праздник.
И сыпет медью и золотом.
И теперь в царстве вечного сна
Я слышу утренний колокол –
Он бесов дразнит.
И звоном небо расколото.
На земле я любил лишь тебя…

Возьми мое сердце…

© Gorky Park

Getting on a phone with a busy line
Talking on a phone and loosing my mind
Never never never never realize
It feels so far, like a million miles
Give me give me give me give me little hand
Just listen to your heart, don't consider it
I'm looking out at a city night
I see your eyes in city lights

Chorus:
Moscow calling
Operator don't teasе me
Moscow calling
Operator what's going on
Moscow calling
All the circuits are busy
Moscow calling
I'm going on ain't giving it up

Party party party party somewhere going crazy
Night is calling me out there but I grip
the phone
I'm having no choice
No coffee, no beer, no cigarettes,
and line's still busy
Operator on the other and I need your voice
I need to hear your voice

Chorus:

I'm phono phono phono phonomaniac

When I hear your voice
I wanna kiss the phone
I wanna get paid for the weeks I stayed alone
I have no one else to call for you
I wanna save it all
But it doesn't got thru
I'm going on and on
I feel I'm gonna break this telephone

Chorus:

I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of the static and put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore
A little taste of hypocrisy
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react
Even though you're so close to me
You're still so distant
And I can't bring you back

It's true the way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you

You / Now I see / Keeping everything inside
You / Now I see / Even when I close my eyes

I hit you and you hit me back
We fall to the floor the rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
When things go wrong I pretend the past isn't real
Now I'm trapped in this memory
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake slow to react
Even though you're close to me
You're still so distant
And I can't bring you back

No, no matter how far we've come
I can't wait to see tomorrow
No, no matter how far we've come I
I can't wait to see tomorrow
With you