Con él eres ciudad
Conmigo aldea
Con él vas a volar
Conmigo juegas
Con él siempre con él
Y yo estoy solo
No me siento bien
Cuando me pongo loco
Con el siempre con él
Y yo estoy harto
No me siento bien
Con el papel de un santo
Esto es así
De cualquier modo
Tu te vas con él
Y yo me quedo solo
Mira que ironía, querida
El no te entrega nada
En cambio yo te ofrezco mi vida
Con sólo una mirada
Y mira que ironía, querida
El no te entrega nada
En cambio yo soy a tu medida
El unico que te ama
Con él siempre con él
Y yo estoy solo
No me siento bien
Porque no soy un tonto
Esto es así
De cualquier modo
Tu intimas con él
Y yo me quedo
Con él siempre con él
Y yo en silencio
Como puedo ser
Así tu amor secreo
Esto es así
De cualquier modo
No me siento bien
Cuando me pongo loco
Mira que ironía, querida
El no te entrega nada
En cambio yo ofrezco mi vida
Con sólo una mirada
Y mira que ironía, querida
El no te entrega nada
En cambio yo soy a tu medida
El único que te ama
Y mira que ironía, querida
El no te entrega nada
En cambio yo ofrezco mi vida
Con sólo una mirada
Y mira que ironía, querida
El no te entrega nada
En cambio yo soy a tu medida
El único que te ama
Y ya no puedo más
Esta batalla no es igual...
Y mira que ironía, querida
El no te entrega nada
En cambio yo ofrezco mi vida
Con sólo una mirada
Y mira que ironía, querida
El no te entrega nada
En cambio yo soy a tu medida...
El único que te ama
Yo Yo Yo (The Beatnuts)
000 [Greg Nice]
Bang!
(Whats this?)
This thing right here is for the clubs
I want y'all to get on up
Uh-Uh-Uh Aha!
Greg N-I-C-E
Im in the house turn it out no doubt no doubt
Pyscho Les is in the house
Beatnuts is all up in the house Uh!
Big Ju is all up in the house
A mega lover, double Manny is all up in the house
We turn it out, we turn it out, we turn it out out out!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
[Psycho Les]
Aiy yo the heat from the 'Nuts is traditional
You taking cheap shots,its subliminal
Im dissin you straight up
Wrinkle your face up
Actin like you cant feel me yo
This is pay back, smash your single and your video
Put the tek to your neck and force a story out of ya
Snuffed your producer and drop-kicked your choreographer (Hwa!)
Honeys scream "Wha?!"
We they see me jumpin out the money green truck
Into the club, so we can tear it up
Like the 3-6 "Sippin on sum syrup"
And mozarella sticks for dessert
I make beats like presto!
Platinum hits like this grow
Bustin shots in your projecto
Like!
[Chorus]
Stay makin hot shit
You cant ** wit
Its the Greg Nice shit
Wit the Beatnuts shit
You cant front shit
Its the shake ya butt shit
Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha? shit
[Greg Nice]
120 mill an episode like Seinfeld
She tryin act like her shit dont smell
Cant beat, for loosin niggaz be jel
Comin through wit my click on my coat tail
Pump a lil wieght so I'm not frail
Sittin' back poppin shit on my Nextel
Sun goin down now time to spark an L
Do it for the kids like Kenan and Kel
Big Psych pass ya man the Visine
Eyes blood shine from puffin that green
Stay amped up without the caffiene
Its just me, myself, and Irene
Brush your, brush your breath wit Dentene
Rock my blue jeans like Bruce Springstien
Bitches on my dick, its just a small thing
Oh! The heat is on baby baby!!!!
[Juju]
Junkyard!
"Bodyguard?"
Never god, party hard
Niggaz wanna see me in the club, got the rowdy squad
Corona niggaz dont play, atleast me niggaz
Gun tottin maniacs wit the rotten liverz
Holdin it down, blowin it down
Thatz my word everywhere we go know itz your crown
Put the boogie in your**for free
Your gurl's stickin out her**at me
Im big Ju thats how it has to be!
Uh! Who turned the heat up?
Oh!So hot in here!
Oh! I need to know!
Who turned the heat up?
Oh! So hot in here!
Oh! Oh!
Big Psych y'all, is on fire!
Juju now, is on fire!
Pito now is on fire!
Loud records is on fire!
True blue now, is on fire!
I cant take it
Somebody is on fire!
Now work it out now!
Work it out now!
Work it out now!
Stay makin hot shit
You cant ** wit
Its the Greg Nice shit
Wit the Beatnuts shit
You cant front shit
Its the shake ya butt shit
Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha?
Look In My Eyes (Obie Trice featuring Nate Dogg)
[Obie Trice]
Every man determined his definition of realness
What's real to him
Everybody's got their own definition of gangsta man
Okay, this is my definition of gangsta
Surprise mother**ers
You thought I never would arise mother**ers
It's Obie Trice mother**ers
Look in the eyes of a real guy
I ain't got time for lies
Niggaz frontin like they lyin
Nigga ya not tough
Decease the bluff
These streets is too heated up for you to front
Dre laced the beat
Heated up for you to bump
Real name no gimmicks give my niggaz what they want
** the image of the blunt
That ain't rap dog
Be who you wanna be but let it be fat dog
We'll never let a nigga tell you how you should act dog
Specially when you're **in wit automatic gats dog
These niggaz ain't playin
I'm sayin
I'm sprayin
I do my dirty work wit my hands
I'm a man
Layin a nigga down he advance
You **in wit my plans
I'm lookin for the tooth
[Chorus â Nate Dogg]
Look in my eyes
Sayin there's a love I can hate
Cuz it's a thin line
Walk around wit my chest out
Like I got 9 lives
Never will get to your strap
Before I find mine
Wonder what the future is like
Look in my eyes
Look in my eyes
Real Gs anticipate
They got to have mine
All the hos shoppin me out
Say it's all about time
Niggaz never open they mouth
Cuz they know my kind
Find it hard to figure me out
Look in my eyes
Look in my eyes
[Obie Trice]
Now when Obie's up to bat
They asked Obie
How you cope wit dat
Cope esthetically man
I Kobe Bryant rap
I'm so defiant that
The lungs uninviting my rhyme
I swear I'm outta my mind sometimes
Out on the grind
My kind
Nickel and dime niggaz we ain't rich yet
We on the corner wit a 40 and a biscuit
Ready for bitch shit
Have you drinkin
We ain't got good sense
My hood so tense
Niggaz so dense
I see through the life you invent
Slow up on how you niggaz vent
You niggaz ain't representin shit
I represent school crowd killas
Detroit nigga
My nigga what
The realest
Exploit niggaz
My nigga what
What's the point in avoidin your feelins
You niggaz fillas
You drillas
You a lyrics mother**ers
Real life experiences
Eminem gave the clearance
So I here to show you niggaz brialliance
Build it
Shady marine no civilian
O Trice you **in wit a real one
[Chorus â Nate Dogg]
[Obie Trice]
This is what the streets done to me
Hungary
Gun on me
Hopes high only keep change up community
Give it up in unity
Raise future mes
You look in my eyes that's the dream Obie see
Man it seems
It's as easy as the rhyme Obie brings
But my eye shows things intervene
All or in between
It's like losin my team
Losin my freedom, losin my mind, and the being
The being I'm a being
Graduated from rights of beings
To a beance
Congratulated on life's irenes
On your biatch
I done came to far to go backwards
My aim to extreme for y'all
[Chorus â Nate Dogg]
[Obie Trice]
Look in my eys man
It ain't shit but real talk over here nigga
I would never send you elsewhere
I got hair on my nuts nigga
Grown man shit
That's how a nigga get into clubs nigga
When I ain't got no ID
Flash my nuts on they ass
They walk me right in nigga
Ha ha ha ha ha
Yea
Obie Trice
The Lullaby Show (Everybody Loves Irene)
[intro]
Don't spare me a dime, and let me be myself.
My only safety is in danger. 'Cause...
Oh, you discomfort me.
[main part]
Straight from the headline of today's issue.
The multitude of love is going to ensue.
The First thing on my mind is a picture of you.
Oh Damn, why should i love you?
The heavenly truck is coming
Driven with the nicest smile
From the belly of the demon
Darker than the graves
Please show me anything that nice and new
The one that look good from a bird eye view
More than the words that you claim was true
Remember, that's what make my heart blue
<reff>
I scream, you scream
We're all scream for ice cream
There's no "i" in team
Find it only in your dream
There's sun in the sky
Look that bird is flying high
But there's something in your dream
I dont know what it means
Livin' A Movie (Kanye West)
[intro]
yo' this sounds like its a movie shit
get your popcorn, get your condements, you dont wana miss nothing
ok listen
[verse]
uh they call me edward scissor hands coz im trying to cut she claim she got clamps, im gon' get you to suck, and your not gonna use your teeth you hear, you gona find out what lies beneath right here
the preachers wife dont give head get a divorce man the kids been calling you the headless hourseman, like sleepy hollow, see she swallows, sucks like old girl got boo'd at apollo 13, ghost, use my hollow mens from friay 13, you can go, backdraft from the toast
niggaz who drop names are all so shameless, get a chain thats stainless, they almost famous, my bling got em calling me lord of the ring, Chanine make it hard for her to do the right thing, and dont say a word, ill never tell, until you get a kanye beat youll never sell, and
im livin a movie not livin by rules
its just a movie dont loose your cool
[hook]
1..2 Ye (kanye) coming for you, 3...4 better lock your door, 5...6...7...8...9...10, never seep again
[verse]
shits deeper, than a sleep is, the jeep will creep up on block and, cops clock us, try and ball a block, use absolute power, you gave him 9 and a half weeks why you trying to rush hours huh, and in the cell dont drop soap in the showers huh, they try to give me life im out in an hour huh, back on the block with more juice than pac, making more money coz of th-th-th-the ROC,
and im livin a movie not livin by rules
what you talking about man
(what was i saying)
[hook]
i said some shit, im tryin to remember it
i said some shit like erm 'if you in my things, suicide kings' theres only three kings, me myself and irene, you know what im sayin
If I Had A Boat (Lyle Lovett)
If I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Kiss my**I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
He Ghosts Of Saturday Night (After Hours At Napoleone's Pizza House) (Tom Waits)
A cab combs the snake,
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
And the Texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
"You know it could be your distributor and it could be your coil."
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
Leaving the town in the keeping
Of the one who is sweeping
Up the ghosts of Saturday night...
El Juego Verdadero (Tiro De Gracia)
Cuando el juego se hace verdadero cuando el juego se hace verdadero bienvenido al laberinto eterno de fuego... trato de desenvolverme entre tanto sueño y vida no encuentro salida el clima golpea mi cara
mi carácter se hace maña cada vez que el juego es verdadero dejo de lado los sentimientos que sean humanos ni siquiera dan la mano a quienes les van ganando caras influyentes, despliegue de una experiencia herederos caras vemos, corazones no sabemos cuando el juego se hace verdadero te quemas con un fuego que juega contigo como un muñeco Cuando el juego se hace verdadero cuando el juego se hace verdadero bienvenido al laberinto eterno de fuego... día martes menos mal que no era 13 pero no me importa porque no creo en la mala suerte así que me levanté y decidí participar en el juego pero sin dejar de lado lo verdadero cuando el juego se hace verdadero dentro de lo que tu llamas la realidad podrías comportarte como un animal cuando de esto eres el heredero te quemas con un fuego muy violento... Hey!! Cuando el juego se hace verdadero cuando el juego se hace verdadero bienvenido al laberinto eterno de fuego... como jugando en el juego verdadero como jugando en aquel juego verdadero
así que pude ver a través del comportamiento como es que yo me a caparaba de todos los sentimientos noches completas bajo el techo
más obscuro de la calle... así no me conozco ni yo mismo y te voy a conocer a tí sin embargo me conformo con la actitud más pura la
cura de todo mal el compromiso más real una cosa es interés, la otra amistad (en serio...)
ojalá que no te confundas con el deseo de dinero que perturba como lo que abunda en la justicia cuando se sabe que es corrompida,
profunda, herida y yo me doy cuenta sólo ja ja ja, que tonto fuí al no creer en ese juego que me perturba y que me desvía de este
largo y gran sendero bienvenido al laberinto eterno... Cuando el juego se hace verdadero cuando el juego se hace verdadero bienvenido
al laberinto eterno de fuego...
Palle Piene (Fabri Fibra)
Cosa guardi? Sono il primo ad ammettere che sono uno sfigato quindi
Cosa cazzo guardi? Ti sembro nervoso? E perché dovrei tenermi tutta questa merda dentro?!
Cominci a vedere che sono così io sono veramente così Dio può baciarmi le palle qui
Ma vai siamo gli Angeli Barbari lo vedi come copiano guardali ma tu che chai le palle bombardali
Fai come me traumatizzati normalizzati neutralizzati scandalizzati mi analizzi da testi
Mi detesti non dovresti mi uccideresti senza fatica basta che vieni con la lama appuntita
Ma questa morte mi è tipica io ti porto la pioggia artritica soffocando con aria stitica
Vengo da questa seduta spiritica non ho paura brutta cagna vuoi il morto che parla
Come Castagna ti posso leccare fino alle calcagna ma la tua è una figa che non si bagna.
Ritornello: ho le palle piene dalla faccia lo vedi che non dormo bene ho le palle piene
Di mille tentativi dimmi tu che si ottiene ho le palle piene della gente che vedo che
Gli è andata bene ho le palle piene che non passo in radio per colpa di Irene.
Io di notte non dormo più io dagli occhi vedo blu e di certo non sei tu a descrivermi Gesù
In Italia nord e sud fa la croce allovest e allest e ti fottono con un test una vita di merda
E di stress il mio sistema nervoso dato che è ridotto a uno stato pietoso il mio cervello
È corroso così mi sparo prima che mi sposo sono uno sbaglio clamoroso una condanna
Allo stato velenoso mi definisco un elemento odioso non fare il rap perché è pericoloso.
Ritornello. Leducazione è la mia tragedia quando ero a scuola in prima media ci davano
Immagini gente che prega un esorcista che legava alla sedia un posseduto che si contorceva
Era evidente che recitava il professore invece si eccitava guarda questo demone come sbava
Sotto coca sono il primo che paga per una puttana a caso che mi chiava poi giro nudo
In questa sagra spacciando pillole di viagra ogni rapporto che cho è una piaga
Non me ne frega più un cazzo raga stasera in tele guardiamo insieme Francesco Nuti
Che si taglia le vene. Ritornello.
Se tu pensi che sia qua ad avere opportunità ho bruciato la mia identità e ora giro senza età
Ta bla bra blo bro io sto blosh sono il prof del microf i ragazzi mi seguono in un gas tossico
Cè chi sparisce allossido diconon che sono il prossimo dicono che sono un classico
Paranoico più dei Plastico. Io di notte non dormo più io dagli occhi vedo blu
e di certo non sei tu a descrivermi Gesù In Italia nord e sud fa la croce allovest e allest e ti fottono con un test una vita di merda e di stress. Ritornello (x2)
Que No Te Haga Bobo Jacobo (Molotov)
Ya todos sabemos pa'que nos hacemos, a todos nos lleva a unos más a otros menos, a todos nos tiene muriendonos de hambre, ya todos sabemos quién es el culpable, a ricos a pobres a chicos y grandes, a todos nos vino a poner en la madre, de lunes a Viernes trasmites al aire,recibes propinas de Carlos Salinas, transmites en vivo nos dices pamplinas, que nadie se entere que todo es mentira , por eso el programa se queda en familia,
Le tiras pedradas a algunos partidos, enjuicias personas al aire y en vivo, olvidas noticias sobre la guerrilla, a todos los fraudes les cambias las cifras, por todo el planeta tienes a tu gente, por que es tu trabajo que nadie se entere, de pronto aparecen noticias urgentes, pues del protocólo eres un alcahuete, porque te combiene tener ignorante, a la gente que viene eres mal informante, hay un periodista que altera noticias en un, noticiero que está en Televisa,
Que no te haga bobo Jacobo, que no te haga bruto ese puto, Le tiras a un lado después al del otro, les haces la barba eres un agachón, Le vendes noticias al mejor postor, sabemos muy bien que eres un impostor, Desde la mañana que tengo lagañas, tienes a tu gente diciendo patrañas, maldito Jacobo chismoso traidor, le guardas secretos a nuestra nación, Un corte y regresas en lo que le arreglas, te llegan reportes después los alteras, a todos nos miente nos miente Jacobo, que no se haga tonto que no se haga bobo.
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