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Wontu (Das EFX)

(*You see you can't back out on me now. This is the only place in
town I
can get these titles*)
(*The question is....*)
Ah yeah wontu (get busy nigga) word up
Ha ha (check check)
Gimme room to get this mic check
cos I'm about to wreck it one time for my peeps from the sewer
My sewer style run thru any slum crew tryin to get the wontu
checks cos rippin dialects is what my tongue do
Best sold on a-nother slang son-a
Yo Krazy come and kick it like the [shit], well hear, I wanna!
(Krazy Drayzie)
Well here I be-a with the quickness, kid I'm wit this, I rip to swig
Just because they think this be like leapin out my curses
Who's the next jerk to test the expert? You might regret it
I fry ya to a *?fricker?* seed cos if you see me, baby, be like
I put the hurt ins on that body when I spark it
I'm super like the market when I'm bringin niggas' harkin
Yeah it's my man and me bringin more horrors than that gripplin Amity-
ville, still my crew be pullin bitches like Vanity
Six for kicks cos I write songs like I was lyrical
Straight from the bottom of the pit with the residue
If niggas wanna box with rhymes than ring the bellhops
Cos yo I got more lives than ????? ?????
Aiyo well check it, it's my follow up so watch me swallow up these
kids for
Boy I shock em when I rock em cos my crew be on a mission
Boy I swing it yes indeedy, I get more props than Speedy
Gonzalez, make more dollars than these niggas write graffiti
Boy I'm straight up, you're gettin ate up, that's how it go
Bring terror to your era so you better check my flow so
OK, I float just like some helium and stings like tobasco
The nice with mic skills ever since I had an afro
Aw shit, sometimes I get the notion when I'm rippin
to flow or slang, is it just to keep a nigga slippin
Think I ain't when I is or is it when I ain't
From subject to butter, kid my retoric is spank
It's no competition when I'm flixin with my diction
Oops flexin to the beat y'all, yes yes yes
I cross my heart and hope to spark up blood the size of marker
Some say I look like Books but, kids I be a tad bit darker
Ain't no jokin when I'm rhymin, I'm in effect so check my structure
I switch again, I'm in this bitch again see how I flucture
Wait, I'm great, ya niggas know who sent this
I be knockin out more teeth than your local family dentist
Boy, I'm dynamite, just peep the rhymer right, that gets me over
You better get'cha crew because the *?duke?* is when I grow up

Heartbeats (Jose Gonzalez)

One night of magic rush
the start a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then relief
ten days of perfect tunes
the colors red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love
to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough for me,
no to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hats and then away

Both under influence
We had defensin
To know what to say
I need some razorblade

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

And you
You knew you had to fight different
And you
Kept us away with wolf teeths
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

PIG IN A BLANKET (Videodrone)

(Videodrone/J. Gonzalez/G. Gonzalez)

Translated by Reptilian

You roll with the sick dog
We come with a sick dog song
You big, what the ** they think you're live
But you're dead wrong
You run for the six eye
You ** what's indie pride
You pray for thugs who pretend
Would you still die
We run on sick flys
Come come with that guests now
They come with the guys
Psycho thugs make a dog cry
We live in a psychos world
You run me down
** around and you're dead wrong

Shake ups, road blocks that don't stop till one don't drop
Beta what time is it
Home or holding the dome with high chromes
Smoke at the front of place and cyclone where I'm from
Tattoos and bald heads mack in my soul just a walk in the fans
Walk my slolam in the brawl
Go against the grain, make the log fall
Purchase the whole damn flat
My flag ** those who harass like rap hog rats make tracks
One dispute and baby touch my cop unit
Gas mask cause this world's polluted
One for twenty-four's bent rolls
They should be the ones that get jam and it blows
Watch everybody start to get weak
** L.A.P.D.

Sham Boy wants a mongoose
And purpose labor justice
Control is what he dreams of
A pig in charge of freeing us

I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them
It just makes a man
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them
It just makes a man

They come to my blocks, school of hot docs
Blasting badges, L.A. cops
Guards and his outlook jail well call hell
I pay thirteen hundred a month for my cell
Now what's bell picture from this lifetime
The only way out submit tile
Death on the drop of a dime flat line we resist the fight on the front line

Vicious faceless needless
Shotgun replaced this penis
Machines conceive to terrorize
Check that sir, what's genocide?

I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them
It just makes a man
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them
It just makes a man
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them
It just makes a man
I got the whole wide world in my hands
God waits above them
It just makes a man
It just makes a man
It just makes a man
It just makes a man
It just makes a man
It just makes a man

Phone Home (Featuring Babyface) (LiL Wayne)

We Are Not The Same I am a Martian [x2]
(Greetings from Planet Weezy)
(We will begin Transmition in)
(5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

[Hook: x4]
Phone Home

And if you feel like your the best
Then go head do the weezy wee

Phone Home
Phone Home

[Verse 1:]
We are not the same I am a martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock load ready to aim at any target
I can get your brains for a bargain
Like I baught it
From target
Hiphop is my supermarket
Shoppin cart full of fake hip hop artist
I'm starvin soarin I gotta eat early
And I be back in the mornin


[Verse 2:]
We are not the same I am an alien
Like gonzalez young college
Student who done
Jus flipped the game like huston
I'm use too
Promethazine and 2 cups
I'm screwed up
And ya ain't shit if u ain't never been screwed up
Flow so sick make u wanna throw ya food up
Ice water chest and my wrist like a pool cup
2 twin clippers I give ya**a crew cut
I get bread like cold cuts
Ya know what
Ya girl go down fast come up slow
But I never slow up


[Verse 3:]
They don't make em like me no more
Matter fact they never made it like me b4
I'm rare like mr clean with hair
No brake lights on my car rear
I never had lice and I never had fear
I rap like I done died and gone to heaven I swear
And yere I'm a bear
Like black and white hair
So I'm polar
And they can't get on my system cause my system is the solar
I am so far from the othARs... I mean others
I can eat them for supper get in my spaceship and hover


Tiempo De Hibridos (Rodrigo Gonzalez)

Era un gran rancho electrónico
con nopales automáticos,
con sus charros cibernéticos
y sarapes de neón.

Era un gran pueblo magnético
con Marías ciclotrónicas,
tragafuegos supersónicos
y su campesino sideral.

Era un gran tiempo de híbridos.
Era medusa anacrónica,
una rana con sinfónica
en la campechana mental.

Era un gran sabio rupéstrico
de un universo doméstico
Pitecantropus atómico
era líder universal.

Había frijoles poéticos
y también garbanzos matemáticos,
en los pueblos esqueléticos
con sus guías de pedernal.

Era un gran tiempo de híbridos
de salvajes y científicos,
panzones que estaban tísicos
en la campechana mental,
en la vil penetración cultural
en el agandalle transnacional,
en lo oportuno norteño-imperial,
en la desfachatez empresarial
en el despiporre intelectual,
en la vulgar falta de identidad.

Slow Moves (Jose Gonzalez)

A compromise
between honesty and lies
To lead me past
their disguise

My moves are slow
but soon they'll know
My moves are slow
but soon they'll know

Behind the scenes
they grow their schemes
Hiding intentions
revealing only fragtions

My moves are slow
but soon you'll know
My moves are slow
but soon you'll know

They'll keep on whispering their mantras
We'll keep on whispering our mantras
They'll keep on whispering their mantras
We'll keep on whispering our mantras

My moves are slow
but soon they'll know
Their moves are slow
but soon you'll know

They'll keep on whispering their mantras
We'll keep on whispering our mantras
They'll keep on whispering their mantras
We'll keep on whispering our mantras

Der Afro Von Paul Breitner (Die Ärzte)

Hätt' ich den Afro von Paul Breitner,
und das Hirn von Bela B. .
Wär' ich der Freund von Heike Makatsch,
dann wär ich echt okay (dann geht's ihm gut).

Hätt' ich den Bart von Rudi Schenker,
und die Zähne von Farin U.,
den Ohrring von Hartmut Engler,
dann gehörte ich dazu (dann geht's ihm gut).

Mit Rod Gonzalez seiner Tolle,
und dem Hut von Lindenberg,
mit einer Stimme wie Arabella,
mann, das fänd' ich echt verstärkt (dann geht's ihm gut).

Aus mir ist leider nichts geworden.
Ich bin nur ein kleines Licht,
und wenn Du fragst, ob mich das stört.
Nein, das stört mich nicht (das stört ihn nicht).

Das stört ihn nicht. (wdh.)

Remain (Jose Gonzalez)

We'll remain after everything's been washed away by the rain
We will stand upright as we stand today
You left a lovestain on my heart
And you left a bloodstain on the ground
But blood comes off easily

Speedy Gonzales (Hank Ballard & The Midnighters)

It was a moonlit night in old Mexico.
I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas.
Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl

La-la-laa la-la lalalaaa

You better come home, Speedy Gonzalez.
Away from tannery row
Stop alla your a-drinkin`
With that floozie named flo

Come on home to your adobe.
And slap some mud on the wall
The roof is leakin` like a strainer
There`s loadsa roaches in the hall

Speedy Gonzalez, why dontcha come home
Speedy Gonzalez, how com ya leave me all alone?

Hey, Rosita-I hafta go shopping downtown for my mudder-she needs some tortillas and chili peppers."

La-la-laaa la la lalalaaa

Your doggy`s gonna have a puppy
And we`re runnin outta coke
No enchiladas in the icebox.
And the television`s broke

I sawe some lipstick on your sweatshirt
I smelled some perfume in your ear
Well if you`re gonna keep on messin`
Don`t bring your business back a-here

mmm, Speedy Gonzalez, why dontcha come home?
Speedy Gonzalez, how come ya leave ma all alone?

Hey Rosita come queek-down at the cantina the giving green stamps with tequila!!!

La-la-laaa la la lalalaaa
La-la-laaa la la lalalaaa

I Got That (Amil Featuring Beyonce')

Uh, uh-huh
Amil-lion, yeah Roc-a-fella
(Oh, oh yeah)
What? Huh, uh-huh
Yea-yeah, yeah, I got that
Uh-huh, yo, yo

I make cats pay like lay-way
Own like they stole
Deal with late pay and I got that from Hawk
Plus I got my own bread
You ain't gotta wave them over my head
I got that
(I got that)
And you can't leave me stranded
Cause I got a ride back
And besides that
What chick you know cock glocks back?
Eight in the back, they rockin' hot jacks
In high heels, mini skirts and thighs fat
My styles like the international
Pancake house or whatever avenue
I got that, uh I got that

1 - [Beyonce']
Think I need you cause the rent is due
You can be outta here baby
Cause I got it
I got it, I got it
Cause cash, coupes, credit cards
All the exotic things baby
I got it
I got it, I got it

Ever since cats found out I ran with the Roc
They wanna take a closer look, wanna examine the box
Magazine want cameras to pop
They catch me in the ** like a Samantha Fox
Listen dude but I got dollars and cents
You don't gotta promise me to pay my rent
I got that
(I got that)
Catch me a drop black playing Speedy Gonzalez
Toes never unpolished
The way I be dressing dudes wanna toss the salad
The way I be dressing got broads acting childish
But I pay my own bills
Amil-lion always has and always will
Y'all got that?

Repeat 1

I got that
The house that you live in
I got that
The bed that you sleep in
I got that
The Benz that you're driving
I got that, I got that
I got that
The ice that you're wearing
I got that
So why you complaining
I got that
Who you gaming?
I got that, I got that
I got that

Yo my life's still on
Gas bill caught up
Indian Amil, call me chief running water
Cable still in order
Phone still dials out
Money still long but my patience got shorter
You can leave baby give me everything I bought you
Like you leaving me was some type of torture
I don't need no man to
Do for Amil what Amil can do
You got that?

Repeat 1 (2x)

That's right baby
Amil-lion, uh
I got this what?



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