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I Ain't Mad At Cha (2Pac)




[Featuring Danny Boy]
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a mother**er, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Verse One: 2Pac
Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first mother**er with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same mother**er bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha
Verse Two: 2Pac
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get **ed down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down**bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down**bitch, and I ain't mad at
cha)
Verse Three: 2Pac
Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
Chorus: Danny Boy
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at mha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh

D.R.E.A.M. (The Transplants)

"D.R.E.A.M."

Drugs rule everything around me,
fiend
get the powder,
drink another beer ya'll
[x4]

I keep it underground, like showbiz and a.g
like Neckro, cut you like Kid Capri
they call me Diablo let the gun smoke
like Rakim say, kid I ain't no joke
I think when I'm not city scapin this
If it's a law kid, we be breakin' it
2001 we makin hits
so one for the treble
two for the bass
three for the nights that puts a lump in your face
the streets might said I could never do
catchin mother** bullets for the crew
I ride for my niggas
die for my niggas
Catch, abide, and get high on my niggas
the bitch back breaker rappin decapitant
diablo, eagles, MC, eliminate
what up playa? MC, Slayer
kill you in your dreams, muffle your screams
put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend
reppin three letter which are D.M.S
spit fire and burn the hairs off your chest

It's Mr. hard to get along with
you wanna write a song with
any given time you can catch me with a bomb bitch
think you catch me slippin?
I think you better stop bitch
I'll slip like Sugar Shane and leave your mother**in wig split
step back before you get smacked, no runnin' from it
you too, I'll take you to school, you ain't above it
I stay raw, hardcore, have you screamin "no more"?
bust you in the face, point and laugh while your blood pours

Mr. Bigshot, latino Gambino, rest in peace to my brother King Gino
you can catch me on the West Coast, with a fly-ass stripper tied to my bed-post
lookin' like Alicia Keys on her knees, lickin' the bag, just for a freeze
ya know it's me baby caught you scrapping like it's nessesar
Drinking, grab the coke, at the end of the bar
we thug-killers, Ice Grill-as, who already out like a pack of gorillas
you and your man get the fam, must be jokin'
must be the dust you be smokin'
Call you straight up Cho Cha I gon ta heavy metal smoke-ya
stomp your**like a roach-a
playing like ya moms, hit ya with the chancleta, Repa!
Leading your man down to the coffin
trapped in a dazzel like Christopher Walken
now look who's talkin', set me off
They're dumb like a ** with a cool-aid smile danny diablo 'k, the devil's child

LA (rockin')
The Queens (keep rockin')
Transplants (rockin')
Diablo (keep rockin')
[x4]

Drugs rule everything around me,
fiend
get the powder,
drink another beer ya'll
[x8]

Town Meeting (Danny Elfman)

[JACK]
There were object so peculiar
They were not to be believed
All around, things to tantalize my brain

It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen
And as hard as I try
I can't seem to describe
Like a most improbable dream

But you must believe when I tell you this
It's as real as my skull and it does exist
Here, let me show you

This is a thing called a present
The whole thing starts with a box

[DEVIL]
A box?
Is it steel?

[WEREWOLF]
Are there locks?

[HARLEQUIN DEMON]
Is it filled with a pox?

[DEVIL, WEREWOLF, HARLEQUIN DEMON]
A pox
How delightful, a pox

[JACK]
If you pleae
Just a box with bright-colored paper
And the whole thing's topped with a bow

[WITCHES]
A bow?
But why?
How ugly
What's in it?
What's in it?

[JACK]
That's the point of the thing, not to know

[CLOWN]
It's a bat

[CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS]
Will it bend?

[CLOWN]
It's a rat

[CREATURE UNDER THE STAIRS]
Will it break?

[UNDERSEA GAL]
Perhaps it's the head that I found in the lake

[JACK]
Listen now, you don't understand
That's not the point of Christmas land

Now, pay attention
Now we pick up an over-sized sock
And hang it like this on the wall

[MR. HYDE]
Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?

[MEDIUM MR. HYDE]
Let me see, let me look

[SMALL MR. HYDE]
Is it rotted and covered with gook?

[JACK]
Hmm, let me explain
There's no foot inside, but there's candy
or sometimes it's filled with small toys

[MUMMY AND WINGED DEMON]
Small toys

[WINGED DEMON]
Do they bite?

[MUMMY]
Do they snap?

[WINGED DEMON]
Or explode in a sack?

[CORPSE KID]
Or perhaps they just spring out
And scare girls and boys

[MAYOR]
What a splendid idea
This Christmas sounds fun
Why, I fully endorse it
Let's try it at once

[JACK]
Everyone, please now, not so fast
There's sometihng here that you don't quite grasp
Well, I may as well give them what they want

And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last
For the ruler of this Christmas land
Is a fearsome King with a deep mighty voice
Least that's what I've come to understand

And I've also heard it told
That's he's something to behold
Like a lobster, huge and red
And sets out to slay with his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms
That is, so I've heard it said

And on a darkm cold night
Under full moonlight
He flies into a fog
Like a vulture in the sky
And they call him Sandy Claws

Well, at least they're excited
Though they don't understand
That special lind of feeling in Christmas land
Oh, well...

Thousand Pound Crown (Bob Schneider)

She’s nice and naughty and she gets around
And the maggots and the moths never slow her down
And her toothless grin never comes unwound
And she’s swimming through the ashes
In her thousand pound crown

Oh there was Danny back in 82
He beat her black and he beat her blue
He’d do the things she knew he’d do
But he got himself a little poison stew

She’s hardly crazy and she gets around
And the ghosts from the grave never bring her down
And her big yellow heart never makes a sound
And she’s swimming through the night
In her thousand pound crown

There was Bart Govino that drunken prick
He loved young boys and he made her sick
He drank just like a lunatic
And a little bullet seemed to do the trick

There’s a thousand pink diamonds laying all around
And the voices in her head are sweet chocolatey brown
And she’s a broken little bird who can’t get off the ground
As she swims through the streets
In her thousand pound crown

I Wanna Love You Tender (Danny & Armi)

I love you, I wanna love you tender.
You could be my only sweet surrender.
I would never bring you any kind of sorrow.

You love me, you wanna love me tender.
How can I be sure you're not pretender?
You want me today,
But what about tomorrow?

Oh, you're absolutely fine,
Your lips are taste of wine.
I'd like to think you're mine.
And if I could touch your hand,
This rock would turn to sand,
So this is where we stand.

You love me, you wanna love me tender.
How can I be sure you're not pretender?
You want me today,
But what about tomorrow?

I love you, I wanna love you tender.
I just want to be your loving fender.
I would like to take you;
I know I can't deceive you.

I love you, I do can be so tender.
I can be your only sweet surrender,
And if you give your heart,
I'll never ever leave you.

Oh, you're absolutely fine,
Your lips are taste of wine.
I'd like to think you're mine.
And if I could touch your hand,
This rock would turn to sand,
So this is where we stand.

If we all say 'Wanna love you tender,"
No-one has to be a great pretender.
And this world would be
A better place to live in.

Admiral For President (Admiral Freebee)

Thousand lonely women
Gathering on my lawn
And the cops
Wanna know the meaning of this song

We had to get away fast
When we did we travelled slow
All I ever use
Is the main roads

Christ was driving drunk
Pulled over by the cops
They ask him for a reply
Christ says the essence is rising to the top

Stained glass all around us
Honey let's put the roof top down
Don't be sarcastic baby
It's not needed now

And the linemen come together
They are being discontent
Heard Danny Lopez say
He said it the whole damn day
This land is condemned
We need the admiral for president

Hang man fumbles
The undertaker won't give in
Why don't we kill all of them rockers
He looks wit a wicked grin

Don't need to sing a wise song pretty boy
Is all I heard them say
Don't tempt me man
I might find a way

And the linemen come together
They are being discontent
And I heard Danny Lopez say
He said it the whole damn day
This land is condemned
We need the admiral for president

And the linemen come together
They all being discontent
Saying this land is condemned
We need the admiral

I Get Knocked Down (Chumbawumba)

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times:

"Oh Danny Boy, Danny Boy, Danny Boy..."

I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times:

"Don't cry for me, next door neighbour..."

I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

Sulla Stessa Corsia (Articolo 31)

Oggi resta qui con me niente può dividere ai miei soma del quartiere ai miei soma della crew
Pioveva da 3 giorni e .. andava avanti a inerzia quei giorni dove dormi male pure la veglia è incerta la testa è persa atmosfera funesta e spessa che pesta e stressa resta l'inchiesta aperta per la mia mente lessa poi squilla qualcosa che smorza 'sto dramma un'amica mi ricorda c'era una cena in programma ed eccomi parcheggiato in prigione in un incrocio bloccato ma quando si è acceso il lampione che me ha illuminato l'umore voltato il rumore cessato ho guardato in alto l'ho desiderato il colore del cielo è cambiato già dal citofono sento il bordello lassù c'è la Crew del Vai Bello le signorine in trasferta al tinello in più sento il Vu del vinello serata devasto passa la pasta che impasto che immette disastro qualcosa fa clic e ci uniamo ad incastro un vecchio nastro ci ricorda il tempo da cui siamo uniti patto di sangue e inchiostro fatto da me e i miei amici e
RIT: Non c'è altra gente con cui voglia stare libera tutti i pensieri su un'intera agonia nessun'altro posto dove voglia andare a volte io vado via ma questa è casa mia oggi resta qui con me come un invito o una vita tra pazzia e poesia niente può dividere scorre diversa energia sulla stessa corsia non c'è altra gente con cui voglia stare sulla stessa corsia nessun'altro posto dove voglia andare ai miei soma della crew
Dopo una mezza bottiglia di Martini più additivi la sturia si attizza famiglia di bambini interattivi è il compleanno di qualcuno ma si capisce che tutti sanno la congrega festeggia la forza che ci unisce nel male e nel bene ci guardiamo e ci pare di vedere le persone che sognavamo di diventare mentre le amiche chiaccherano ci viziano hanno occhi che flesciano e il cuore lascia a terra i pesi e vola quando ci sorridono
RIT:
E siamo ancora gli stessi di allora come le stelle sulle nostre spalle son quelle di prima dei giochi d'interesse prima che uno di noi svanisse uguali come le idee sono le stesse che qualcuno scrisse (bella sai) su banconote di fratellanza contante insieme eravamo ricchi anche quando non avevamo niente ora ritorniamo adolescenti nella nostra sinergia d'intenti anarchia di sentimenti tra follia inganni e affanni ma ancora sulla stessa corsia senza danni evidenti è una magia di vettori convergenti tutti gli altri sono in scia ma ora anche gli amici andati via con monogrammi sono qui presenti e
RIT:

Sullivan's Social Slub (The Firery Furnaces)

Brandy Buttersotch bartered and begged
Many Motherwell mustered and mugged
Lucy Liverspots lied oh! And legged
Danny Dungerees digged and he dugged.
So’s’on Saturday say slips’offs’a Sullivan’s Social Slub.
Need a nice ner and a nip and a nub?
Sup’slides’over Sullivan’s Social Slub.
Candy Cumberland cookied and cleaned.
Andy Aspirate assholed and ate
Gary Guttergunk gathered and gleaned
Stripey Stripleford stripled ‘em straight.
So’s’on Saturday say slips’offs’a Sullivan’s Social Slub.
Need a nice ner and a nip and a nub?
Sup’slides’over Sullivan’s Socail Slub.
Sally Summerdress something and smiled
Vincent Vibraphone hung up and dialed
Fanny Firzafrank frowned fie fonna foe
Seamus Sweatyset swore at the show.
So’s’on Saturday say slips’offs’a Sullivan’s Social Slub.
Need a nice ner and a nip and a nub?
Sup’lides’over Sullivan’s Social Slub.

Danny Boy (Sonny & Cher)

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses are dying
It's you, It's you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
For I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so

But when ye come and all the flowers are a dying
And if I am dead, dead I well may be
Just come and find, find the place
Find the place where I lay lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me

And I will hear tho soft you tread above me
And my grave, my grave warmer and sweeter be
For you're gonna kneel and you're gonna tell
God you're gonna tell me how you loved me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me


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