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Текст песни:

На окраинах,там где они живут,все лестницы ведут в тупик
Лифтом вверх и вниз,человекоминимум
Ещё не успел вздохнуть,а ты уже - старик...
Им здесь доживать убогие жизни,в каменных сотах столицы - крематория
Дай хоть каплю неба,Россия!
Как ты жестока к нам,Родина...

Городской хлороформ,останови меня
По ночам,в темноте,мне хочется рвать людей
Гуманист - берегись,зубы насилия вопьются однажды и в тебя,мой друг...

Будь готов,в этих домах лежит твоя судьба
Вечная жажда крови стонет в трещинах
Тёмный коридор,приговор,ореол греха маскирует улыбки на их лицах...
Свет погас...
Кто тебя сюда привёл?
Может повернуть назад...
Выбирай...

Свет в конце тоннеля - тюбик,полный клея
Дети,не знающие стыда,в их глазах огонь заката
Спальные районы,чёрные озёра,в которых я растворюсь
Как страшно жить,Иисус...
Я хочу тебя,я не знаю,как тебя взять
Ты - то,что только мне принадлежит,но один не могу сделать этот шаг
Помоги,только ты хранишь ту тайну
В темноте я вижу то,что сила изменяет тебе,но кровь остановилась
Я смогу вздохнуть,как мы это делали до заката с тобой

Городской хлороформ,усыпи меня
Мало кто видел жизнь так,как я
Гуманист,берегись - зубы насилия впиваются глубже в тебя,в тебя...

Рождённые лететь на свет - вам не покинуть лабиринт
Я столько лет растил в душе цветы добра,но вместо них в моей груди завёлся Покемон

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

Sittin in his mind like a bullet in da head His brains ′re not ordinary they′re dead
They′re jumpin around lookin fora new stuff They cannot stop they cannot get enough
U′ll neva understand whatz groove of da pain U′ll neva understand whatz goin in his brain
Kidnappa is a real desire MF drug sucka wanna get higher
Everywhere I am his target I don′t wanna fight don′t wanna GO FOR IT
Just for a wild I′m waitin for his appear it makes me weak I′ve got a real fear
Gotta go gotta go — slowly — they run I think I′m gonna die or gotta lotta fun
He′s pressin ma body ma vains ma spirit They gonna blow up gonna jump out of it
I can′t keep out of it I′m afraid of him of his spirit
All I wanna do is make a kick But kidnappaz groove makes me weak
No no no! Nobody hear ma voice When I′ve got no health no "strong" no choice
When I′m runnin away from da blood From da evil from da faceless crowd
On ma back: his eyes his track He′s after me I got a balance lack
He′s not ma enemy not ma friend But why I must die coz of his bent
I′m afraid he got me ma organz …
But ma dick is really nuthin ma ass is 2 much dirty ma lungs are kill′d by nicotine
Ma liver is kill′d by alcohol ma heart is full of bullshit ma eyes can′t see any
More ma ears can′t hear anymore. But ma mind is too much sick! and kidnappaz groove
MAKES ME WEAK!

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

Ты не хочешь стареть. Ты боишься быть ненужным.
Потерять свою силу и стать неуклюжим.
Стараешься как можно дольше удержаться,
Как можно ближе к вершине остаться.
Ты смотришь сверху вниз. Ты забыл, что такое риск.
Нам никогда не понять, что сейчас ты пытаешься сказать.
Стремишься еще выше, но прошлым ты дышишь.
Никто не услышит когда ты станешь тише.
Каждый имеет право на существование,
Если только не быть одним названием.
Давным-давно ты был способен для борьбы,
Но теперь все изменилось и ты должен уйти.
Ты так любишь говорить, кем ты был, но не кем ты стал.
Ты работал без ошибок, но сейчас ты устал.
Ты сам не можешь понять, зачем уступать дорогу всем тем…
Открой свои глаза, подумай о себе.
Пойми, что ты идешь вперед, а не стоишь.
Все то, что тянет назад забудь,
Как страшный сон, чего ты ждешь,
Чего же ты молчишь?

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

YOOOOOOOOO!

Hey it′s your cavalry kids, and we got a new song that yall call the soulja boy.
and by the way, i got me some new BATHING APES!!

[Chorus]
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me Do
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)

Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me Do
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)

[Verse 1:]
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock
Super Man Dat Hoe
Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop
Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock
Jocking On Them Haterz Man
When I Do Dat Soulja Boy
I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Thang
(Now You)
I′m Jocking On Yo bitch ass
And If We Get The Fightin
Then I′m Cocking On Your bitch ass
You Catch Me At Yo Local Party
Yes I Crank It Everyday
Haterz Get Mad Cuz
"I Got Me Some Bathin Apes"

[Chorus]
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me Do
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)

Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me Do
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)

[Verse 2:]
I′m Bouncin On My Toe
Watch Me Super Soak Dat Hoe
I′ma Pass It To Arab
You Crank it up!
(for sure!)
Haterz Wanna Be Me
Soulja Boy, I′m The Man
They Be Lookin At My Neck
Sayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man)
Watch Me Do It (Watch Me Do It)
Dance (Dance)
Let Get To It (Let Get To It)
Nope, You Can′t Do It Like Me
Hoe, So Don′t Do It Like Me
Folk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me
Man That Shit Was Ugly

[Chorus]
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me Do
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!

Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me Do
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
DOOOOOOOOO!
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)

[Hook:]
Im to freah off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that roosavelt
And super soak that Hoe
Now watch me do!
Now watch me do!
Now watch me do!
Now watch me do!
Now watch me do!
Now watch me do!

@ I Set My Friends On Fire

Текст песни:

So you came like a missile,
Falling on my head with the black sky,
Think you′re giving but you′re taking my life away

Then you came with your breeze blocks,
Smashing up my face like a bus stop,
Think you′re giving but you′re taking my life away

Like the drunk you convinced was sober,
You keep me falling over,
Think you′re giving but you′re taking my life away

With the best of intentions,
You tried to give an ocean directions,
Think you′re giving but you′re taking my life away

So you came like a missile,
Leaving me the whole world in exile,
Think you′re giving but you′re taking my life away

Like the drunk you convinced was sober,
You keep me falling over,
Think you′re giving but you′re taking my life away

@ IAMX

Текст песни:

You stick it in me, then you go to her
You stick it in me, then you go to her
You stick it in me, then you go to her
then you touch me, life question [2x]

You touch me, my voice breaks
Crawling in the grass I fake rape.
I love you, you sex clown
I try to fill the hole where you clamp down

I have blood, so hurt me
I have blood, so hurt me
I have blood, so hurt me
I have blood, so hurt me

@ IAMX

Текст песни:

There is something
You should know
Now I found you I won′t let go

All I′m asking
Will you be mine
Tell your feelings
Cause life′s too short for wasting time

Tell me
Do you feel the same
Or am I getting in your way
Someone tell me what to do
′Cause I am in love with you

Do you feel the same I belong to you

Stop pretending
Don′t try to hide
It′s all or nothing
Make up your mind

All I′m asking
Will you be mine
Tell your feelings
′Cause life′s too short for wasting time

Tell me Do you feel the same
Or am I getting in your way
Someone tell me what to do
′Cause I am in love with you

Do you feel the same I belong to you

@ Ian Van Dahl

Текст песни:

Now, if the greenbacks don′t stack large on my side of the yard
I ain′t fuckin with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I′m taking the biggest piece
but god damn I′m the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah)
Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be

We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks
Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo′ bitch (bitch!)
Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto′s
Walkin slow, there go the po′, now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, Marriott
Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who′s at the do′, go and check, I got the Tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where′s the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz but you can′t jerk me
Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain′t free
I′m talkin greed

*Chorus*
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon′ deal with the niggaz that I feed
(repeat 2X)
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
(repeat 2X)

Now bitch niggaz don′t mean shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I′m at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice Cube ain′t a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed
Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal*
(Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed

When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it
(repeat 2X)

You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti
I′m the one closin escrow, with the best flow
(Do you wear a vest?) No
Niggaz hit me I′ma turn into The Crow *caw caw* and take a shit
on everything counterfeit, the Don Mega
Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer
It′d take about twelve honkeys, to convict
the nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys
Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South
Picked up a ounce in Shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
to any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I′m in Paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring

*Chorus*

Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, haha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, Westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh
Death Row is very greedy
Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy
Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy
SoSoDef, greedy
Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck
No Limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh
Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha
Hey I got twenties on my Benz you still fuckin with a gem
What can you tell me, nigga?

*pigs squeal*

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube

[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city
[young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0
[door swings shut, car peels out]

[Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man
[Cube] Whassup man?
[Russ] Why you...
[Cube] Whassup?
[Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches
and the niggaz? Why don′t you kick some shit about the kids, man? The
fuckin kids?!
[Cube] Word

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-C-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he wasn′t that nimble, wasn′t that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he′s a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins

[Little Bo Peep] Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what′s up with that?

Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o′clock
Cinderella ain′t home must be givin up the cock
I don′t doubt it, she is kind o

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro

Damn.
I′m broke.
My feet hurt.
(Inside the mind of a car jacker)
And that bitch is slippin.
It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.

Verse One

Damn, I′m such a G it′s pathetic
Here comes the big-headed
Nigga that′s dippin
Sippin on Courvoisier
Goddamn I must havta floss today
Now pimpin aint easy but it′s necessary
So I′m chasin bitches like Tom chased Jerry
I′ll put the pedal to the flo-uh
In my two-tone Ford Explo-uh
You know how it′s done
Sounds bumpin
Ain′t that sumthin?
Jumped on the 110
She′s flyin in the Blazer
Like "Go Speed Racer"
But I ain′t gonna chase her
Like Racer X
But I won′t flex
Til it′s time to have sex
So when you wanna get togetha?
Cause you know a nigga like me
Is down for whatever

And I′m down for whatever


Verse Two

When I was little I didn′t wanna be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike
Cause
Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let′s get it on in the living room
Cause he′ll turn the party out sayin, "This is MY muthafuckin house"
And y′all gots to go
Through the door
And if you can′t find the door
He′ll help you with the four-four
Talkin much shit on the grass
And straight down to blast
I′m still in my p.j.′s
He′s in a turtleneck sweater
And we down for whatever

And I′m down
Solid Pro is down for whatever
The Don Jaguar is down for whatever
And it don′t seem to stop


Verse Three

Now
I don′t talk a lot of shit
But when it′s time to get busy with these hos, let′s go
Cause I′d rather see a skinhead dead
Then my niggas wearin blue or red
Cause I got the gift
To hit these hos swift
And I′m smellin like a fifth
Of sumthin
Yeah, that′s right
I′m standin in the store
Koreans
Act so nice
Cause I got potentials to blow up a Winchells
Donut
And you know what?
I′m Cool Like Dat like Digable Planets
But don′t take a nigga for granted
Cause whether it′s a verdict of the L.A. four
You just don′t know
That this rappin-ass nigga will change with the weather
And be down for whatever

Outro

And I′m down
Creep.
And I′m down for whatever

Ice Cube - devoid of pop
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas

It makes me wanna..creep.
It makes me wanna..creep.

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Break me]
[Shit..]
[Yo..]
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don′t know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn′t pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do′
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo′
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I′m askin y′all
Which court, are y′all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I′m trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can′t believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn′t even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn′t even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog′s house, they was watchin Yo! TV Raps
What′s the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do′ Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I′m yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It′s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn′t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I′m coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn′t even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube′s a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn′t even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.
Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the shit
What the fuck am I thinking about?

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it? "
It’s ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya
And what’s up with the niggers in the parking lot
She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot
I sat on the couch but it wasn’t stable
And then I put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother walked in he’s into gangbangin
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don’t bang I write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I hate to feel bad but I’m in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth
And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt
She said please excuse my house and all that
I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact
Lookin at a fucked up black and white
Her mom’s bitchin cause the county check wasn’t right
She had another brother that was three years old
And had a bad case of the runny nose
He asked me who I was then I had to pause
It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers
I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids
They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom’s got the 12 guage mossberg
The nigga said "yo, what’s for sale"
And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo
She made the drop and got the 20 dollars
From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar
The girl I was waiting for came out
I said bitch I didn’t know this was a crack house
I got my coat and suddenly ...
(police breaking into house annoucing themselves)
The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome
And I said to myself once again it’s on
He threw me on the carpet no slap jumped back
Stomped on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up
They couldn’t do it so they cuffed me up
I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take
Hey yo officer you’re making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base and couldn’t hear my case
He said get out my face I musta had a grudge
His reply tell that bullshit to the judge
The girl I was with wasn’t sayin nothin
I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin
She started draggin and all of a sudden
We all got tossed in the patty wagon
Now I beat the rap but that ain’t the point
I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint
Now the story you heard has one little object
Don’t fuck with a bitch from the projects!

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

I heard payback’s a motherfucking nigga
That’s why I’m sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild
Fuck a punk cause I ain’t him
You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down it’s all about coming up
So what they do go and ban the ak?
My shit wasn’t registered any fucking way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I’m rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I’m about to fuck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham
When I’m shooting let’s see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop
And motherfuckers that say they too black
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
Kicking shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That’s from the nigga ya love to hate

Break

Yeah, ha-ha, it’s the nigga you love to hate

Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It’s the nigga you love to hate
Yo, you ain’t doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself? >
You do like how I’m living? well, fuck you

Once again it’s on, the motherfucking psycho
Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler
Yo runnin through the line like bo
It’s no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate
Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball
Cause I don’t fake you’re begging I fall off
The crossover might as well cut them balls off
And get your ass ready for the lynching
The mob is droppin common sense and
We’ll gank in the pen will shank
Any tom dick and hank or get the ass
Fake it ain’t about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain’t with the bullshit
I meet cold bitches no hoes
Don’t wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
And if you’re locked up I dedicate my style in
From san quentin to rykers island
We got em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh my God wait it’s the nigga ya love to hate

Break

Yeah come on fool
It’s the nigga you love to hate

Yeah run up punk
It’s the nigga you love to hate
You ain’t all that
That’s all I hear, bitch, bitch
I ain’t nobody’s bitch>
A bitch is a....

Soul train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the bandstand
You ask me did I like arsenio
About as much as the bicentennial
I don’t give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of
The ice cube
And what I say what I portray and all that
And ain’t even seen the gat
I don’t wanna see no dancing
I’m sick of that shit listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin to out-dance each other
I’m a tell t-bone to pass the bottle
And don’t give me that shit about role model
It ain’t wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the nigga ya love to hate

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Intro: (*numerous men speaking*)

(Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the
interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted)
(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....)
(We′ve been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there′s a series of
fires. A lot of looting is going on. A disaster area obviously)
(The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...)
Make it rough
(A lot of activity continues here in this....) Make it rough
(We have sporadic fires throughout the city of Los Angeles)

Verse 1:

Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas will be
hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin up dust is a must
I can′t trust a cracker in a blue uniform
Stick a nigga like a unicorn
Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul
Cut his fuckin throat and I smile
Go to Simi Valley and surely
somebody knows the address of the jury
Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?)
"Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then boom
Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral
Now he′s zipped up like leather tuscadero
Pretty soon we′ll catch Sergeant Coon
Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom
Stick prick, devils ain′t shit
Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick
Two dazed niggas layin in the cut
To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up

Make it rough

Verse 2:

I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd
Damn, his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
in a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain′t nothin but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin
Niggas ain′t buyin
ya story bore me
Taerin up shit with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a lap-top computer
I told you all what happened and you heard it, read it
but all you could call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it-nope, said it-yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
Niggas had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain′t hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what?
We woulda teared this muthafucka up

Huh, make it rough!
Huh Muggs, make it rough!

Verse 3:

It′s on, gone with the wind and I know white men can′t dunk
Now I′m stealin blunts
And it came from Betty Crocker, overweight and blacker
Don′t fuck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers
Steal, muthafuck Fire Marshall Bill
Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail
I smelt smoke, got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn′t get stuck out
In front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas
Oh Jesus, I ???? Surplus got the heaters
Meet us so we can get the 9′s and the what-nots
Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot
Ready for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn′t say
Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow
Don′t do the crime if you can′t do the time
But I′m rollin so that′s a fucked up slogan
The Hogan′s Heroes spotted the gorilla by the Sizzler
Hittin up police killer
The super duper nigga that′ll buck
We had to tear this muthafucka up so what the fuck!?!

Huh, make it rough!
Yo Muggs, make it rough
Huh, make it rough
Enough

Outro: (*newsreader*)

(Not Guilty verdicts for Stacey Coon, Lawrence Powell, Timothy Wynd and
Theodore Vaugsinio, the four officers accused of beating motorist Rodney
King)

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Все говорят, что ты чужой.
Пошло все к черту,
В этом нету смысла,
Они все зависли.
Ты делаешь всё наоборот,
И в блогах пишут, ты — пустое место.

Зачтется — над нами Бог.
Страшно, терять свое имя
На этих руинах нашего счастья.
Твое сердце бьется всё чаще,
Сжимаясь от дула чужих пистолетов.
Твоё сердце.
Насмешки близких и друзей,
Поверь, они не люди — просто сущность,
Нелепость скомканных идей.
Когда расставили точки над i,
Развеяв все твои сомненья,
Задумай решение, знай.
Страшно, терять свое имя
На этих руинах нашего счастья.
Твое сердце бьется всё чаще,
Сжимаясь от дула чужих пистолетов.
Твоё твоё…
~
Им систему не понять,
Всё в твоих руках,
Всё в твоих руках.
Больше дозы не сожрать,
Это только страх,
Это только страх.
Нам систему не понять,
Всё в твоих руках,
Всё в твоих руках.
Больше дозы не сожрать,
Это только страх,
Это только страх.
Страшно, терять свое имя
На этих руинах нашего счастья.
Твое сердце бьется всё чаще,
Сжимаясь от дула чужих пистолетов.
Очень страшно терять свое имя
На этих руинах нашего счастья.
Твое сердце бьется всё чаще,
Сжимаясь от дула чужих пистолетов.
Твоё…

@ IdeЯ Fix

Текст песни:

A howling wind is whistling
In the night
My dog is growling in the dark
Something′s pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You′ll take a ride through the strangers
Who don′t understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we′re alive
In the deathcar, we′re alive
I′ll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don′t turn on the radio
Coz they play shit, like... You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we′ve got is the silence
In the deathcar, we′re alive
In the deathcar, we′re alive
So come on mandolins, play
When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby′s breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you′re still joking
It ain′t time yet for the choking
So now we can know the movie
And see each other truly
In the deathcar, we′re alive
In the deathcar, we′re alive
I want to hear some mandolins

@ Iggi pop