Intro
Dla wszystkich ludzi
Z Armii Pozna??
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Dobra, jedziemy dalejSamy:
Ich sag Herzlich Willkommen,
zu dem ultimativen Sounderlebnissen 2002, 2003,
alle meine Leute hier wissen genau was ich mein,
ich sag, dreht nicht lauter sonst brenn die Speaker,
hier komm’ Afrob und Sam Semillia,
wei??e T-Shirts, Baggie Pants und Sneaker,
ich bin sicher ihr erkennt sie wieder,
Afrob:
Oh, das ist der Sound und er kommt von allen Seiten,
da kann man nicht Streiten, dass d??rft ihr hiten,
ihr seid augenblicklich Zeugen von den beiden,
Rapprotagonisten, die ihr k??nnen zeigen,
sind geraunt und gestaunt, spekuliert wie sonst kaum,
leg das hier auf und du kannst dem vertrauen,
alles wird gesagt und keiner wird verschont,
wir haben es gewagt und die Leute warten schon,
bin konsequent in dem was ich verfolge,
wenn ich wollte, g?¤b es heute revolte,
alter wir sind so, check dieses Intro,
Bingo, ja wir sind schuld an diesem Syndrom.
Ja, ja, ja das war'n Afrob und Sam Semillia,
was geht ab man,
f??r dein Kopf, hei??en Sound, Babey[Intro: spoken by Big Rube]
Optimism, about the fate of the people
that have accepted the mission improbable
To become simpartical, purged by discourage of sufferin
Anger, hate, vengeance and war
It's tough to explain, debate, lament or explore
But I'll die straight to the core
In an implosion of introspection so quiet it can deafen you
Yet breathe breath into the singed lungs of the most temper thug
Tears of bull get dismembered and drug through the mud
with a point from the head of a heavyweight
From the cold detailed reality of hot graphite
missing meat in a butcher trap
To the grandios flights of fancy from the abstract mind
of a hip-hop super nerd, as long as the truth is heard
The truth must be spoken
My youth has been smokin and drinkin, drinkin and smokin
A life that to most may seem dream like
But rarely are things what they seem like
We ain't tight 'less y'all tight
Might bless me in all type, but it's all wrong
The goal is for all thrones to be sat upon by true kings
All pretenders must fall into the fathoms of their own character flaws
But as long as we attempt to fool ourselves, we are not yet free
[Verse One: Bubba Sparxxx]
All at once, say it, Bubba K now
I'm headed out west today, on the Greyhound
Sittin in the back on top but close to 8 pounds
Huntin for an innocent town that I can shake down
Past the Mississipp' by swimmin the Great Lakes now
Made it this far but still I can't escape how
the law ran in, back, in the A-town
All I'm worth is all that they ain't found
My brother in Denver used to do is sell dirt
Made it through him, I can move a little work
In Wichita, I produce a little smirk
Stop at Wal*Mart, new shoes and a shirt
Tried to call momma, shit she denied the call
Seems she don't smoke the shit I provide for y'all
Tried to doze off with PM Tylenol
Just moved to Q.P. and still I can't smile at all
[Interlude: Big Rube]
Not yet free, not yet free
Not yet free, not yet free
[Verse Two: Bubba Sparxxx]
Continuing my voyage in to Colorado
Folks live life but not with my bravado
I know that this pill is hard for you to swallow
More pig shit in which for you to wallow
I'm posted up here, at least until tomorrow
with a pound of buffalo nicks that you can swallow
Only thing I'm holdin is pain that you can borrow
Plus a whole pocket of change, for your sorrows
A lotta cats bustin but they can't find the hop
Lotta cats hustlin, if you ain't grindin, stop
On the open road, now is not the time to flop
The buzz is formulatin Jimmy now's your time to drop..Intro
Wij maken een kringetje van jongens en van meisjes
Wij maken een kringetje van tralala
Maak nu een buiging maak nu een buiging
Bij de hand bij de hand
Pak nu je maatje bij de hand
Stop
Englische Version:
We're making a little circle of boys and girls
We’re making a little circle of tralala
Now make a bow, now make a bow
Take his hand, take his hand
Take your friends hand now
Stop[Juvenile]
C'mon, c'mon, hmmm, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon,
Bitches is pulling out they best suits,
gangstas is getting dressed too,
Don't even underestimate the power of a test tube,
Its a fasho shot, some of these niggas know not,
Thats why they so hot, always up in the dope spots,
I hope my niggas feel what I'm saying, I'm trying to put lil whodi up on his game,
And dick suckers ain't playing, and duck nigga look I wont remain,
You stuck even if you don't restrain, I'ma be in the cut,
Some of you got it, some of you fuckin' up,
you better get your life together before you loose that bruh,
You got cocaine you better move that bruh,
you got a brain you better loose that bruh,
you got a half you better loose that bruh,
dont even choose that bruh, so move on,
I did this album right here for keeping me and you strong,
[Juvenile Talking]
Thats right cousin, I did this album right here for me and my people ya heared me,
And we got the lord on our side so can't nothing you do or say to me bother me cousin,
I'ma be here until its all over with, I been through alot the past few years,
But I ain't holding no grudges, its all about me and my family,
U.T.P, this how we eat cousin, whatKanye, can I talk to you for a minute?
Me and the other faculty members was wonderin could you do a lil som...
Somethin beautiful
Somethin that the kids is gon love when they hear it
Thas gon make them start jumpin up and down and sharin candy an' stuff
Think you could probably do somethin for the kids for graduation to sing?What is this?
I have no idea
Okay welcome, follow come in okay single file, watch your step,
Welcome to Kelis's world
You've entered?
Don't touch that!...
Yesterday, we were born
We took your stereos by storm
In just one day,
Through all the scorn and the hate we'll penetrate your homes and domes
With just one take
And now we're here let the games begin
Get ready, start, let's play
We''ll win this race
This is the new beginning
The empire strikes back
Learn from losing
Cherish winning
Forever
Star Trak{Krayzie speaking to a crowd of his soldiers} Fall in line.
(Commotion: Let's do this shit. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. It's over, baby. We got to
do this shit. We do. We do.)
Now, there comes a time when we got to stand up and fight for what the fuck we
want, and that time is now.
(We with you, Krayzie. We with you, baby) Is my niggas with me? (Hell, yeah. We
with you. Let's roll. Let's do it. Let's ride.)
Yeah, and I say, we burn this muthafucker down. Suit up and strap up, protect
yourself for war. Now, all my niggas rollin' with
me, let me see you pull your muthafuckin' gun out (Pull my gun out) And the
niggas that's scared (I ain't fin to run), this time is
not for you to run out (Get y'all punk muthafuckers outta here. Yeah. Get outta
here, muthafucker. I'm not bullshittin'. Yeah
Yeah. I'm not bullshittin'.) Now, some of us will not be comin' back, and some
will live on (I'm a nigga, baby. I'm a nigga
Baby) But if you live, nigga, you represent the real, and you tell 'em, that we
died strong. But for now, you gotta concentrate on
the opponent. No mercy for the opponent because the opponent has showed you no
mercy (No mercy. No mercy.)
So from this day on, you eat, you sleep, you piss, you drink; war (The war is
on, baby.) until we have victory over those who
oppose the muthafuckin' thug, especially police. (Fuck the police, muthafucker.
Buck, buck, buck...)
Krayzie
War...Let's start the war
(I'll keep buckin' at these po-po/ Caught 'em, fall down, fall down, fall down)
Wear your leather mask on your face if you're ready to ride (We don't need 'em/
Law is crooked and you know, now)
Get your 12 gauge shotgun if you're ready to ride (I'll keep buckin' at these
po-po, 'caught 'em, fall down, fall down, fall down)
Shoot the muthafuckin' copper down if you ready to ride
(We don't need 'em/ Law is crooked and you know, now/ You know, now, know now/ I
know you know now)La l??gende raconte que sur les plateaux des Highlands naquirent trois jeunes gens.
L'un ??tait petit, gros et fourbe.
Le deuxième ??tatit plut?´t de taille moyenne,avare et mesquin.
Le dernier, quant à lui,cachait sa laideur derrière de gigantesques oreilles.
En ces temps de disette et de misère,la vie ??tait rude.
Bannis par leur tribu et par l'underground, ils se r??fugièrent dans une tanière sombre et malodorante.
Quand un jour, alors qu'ils ??taient en chasse dans une forêt b??tonn??e, ils firent connaissance d'un druide au rendement m??diocre, mais b??n??fique sur le plan subjectif.
C'est alors qu'ils se mirent en quête du manal sacr?? qu'ils avaient en poche.
Etait-elle trou??e?
Mais ceci est une autre histoire...We haven't lyrics of this song.
Please, add these lyrics for other users.
Use "Correct". Thanks to you.car engine starts*
*phone rings*
Cedric:
Man, this fool ain't pickin' up.
Nelly on answering machine:
You know who it is. Do what you do.
Cedric:
Ey, yo Nelly. What's up dog, this Ced the Entertainer. Get at me man. I been
hollerin' at you. Man I been tryin' to call you 'bout three days.
Done called your cell phone, your pager, your voice mail over your mama's
house. Your Uncle Darell and I paged Kyjuan like three times. Ya'll
get at me man. I just want to holla at you playa. You know I'm out here in Cali
just doin' it up, hangin' out here. You know. Chillin'. Trying to
do a little TV. You know how I do it. Rollin' round here in a big body Benz wit
two dollars worth of gas. Ha. Who said it won't no future in your
front? Getting ready to put it down like that with that country grammer right.
I heard about it, using them words like St. Louis. HeRRe. TheRRe.
Put them two capitol R's and evr' thang. Ha. I feel you on that right. I feel
you so just get at me so I can do a lil somethin' for you, flip a few
thangs. Just call me back. Whatever. You can't get me, call over my mama's
house, they know how to page me. They a page me to yo number
then i call you back or you could just page my cousin Keith and he'll call my
cousin lil Darrell who got my real pager number and then I'll you back
on his cell phone. He He. Whatever you do playa, do it St. Louis style. Put it
down for the STL ight. Now get at me.Push
C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
*baby cries*
C'mon push baby, one more time
*baby cries*
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
YEAH! YEAHHHH!
You did it baby, yeah!
*Curtis Mayfield's "Super Fly" plays over this*
*Sugarhill Gang's "Rappers Delight" fades in*
... the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop!
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin, to the beat
*voice comes in over*
God damnit, what the fuck are you doin?
You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)
I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the
motherfuckin boy and chopped him
(Get your black ass off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't fuckin control him
(All you fuckin do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what I say, I'ma send his motherfuckin ass
to a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
(Take your black ass, the fuck outta here)
Motherfucker, you are fuckin up
(Comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker)
*Sugarhill fades out, Audio Two fades in*
Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!
What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy?
B.I.G.: Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes
Nigga what the fuck nigga? We gonna get...
B.I.G.: Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
B.I.G.: Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
B.I.G.: Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga
is you wit me? *gun clicks* Motherfuck is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
B.I.G.: Alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *blam blam*
Get on the motherfuckin floor!
B.I.G.: Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money
And don't move nigga!
B.I.G.: Give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry
Give me every fuckin thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
B.I.G.: Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin on to that shit for bitch?
*Audio Two fades out, Snoop Dogg fades in*
Open C-74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
B.I.G.: C'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaz always are
B.I.G.: Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no mroe
We'll see
B.I.G.: I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaha