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Текст песни:

Пыль забилась мне в глаза,боль осталась навсегда

Я упал и мне не подняться
"Помоги!" - но зачем я прошу тебя?
На костях тонкие нити мышц
Никогда не поверишь,что это мы
Я глотаю,но в горле будто шерсть
Ничего - песок это всё.Что есть
В голове всё обращается в дым
Никогда не поверишь,что это мы

Она выпьет нас до дна - ей нужна только наша вода

Сжигая влагу,приближается конец
Сегодня жив,а завтра ты - мертвец
Белая смерть - не водка,а песок
Страдания превращают целое в кусок

Мы сами выбрали этот день
Он такой же,как все остальные здесь
Вокруг являются миражи
Никогда не поверишь,что это мы
Очень скоро глупое слово (дождь)
Между нами останется только злость
Глаза как орехи сухи
Никогда не поверишь,что это мы

Жизнь как песок,что сжигает тебе висок

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

Торчать в коридорах ночных ресторанов
Хранить чистоту городских туалетов
Давить тараканов в прокуренной кухне
Прослыть королевой лестничных клеток
Мечтать о свободе и стать проституткой
Любить в подворотнях и грязных подвалах
Метаться по койке в родильной горячке
Являя на свет бесконечных уродов
Here we go again chek out MF brain Insect Flyin Killa gonna make yo insane
Coz it′s tha song about tha city Where we livin all
C′mon look at it, C′mon watch tha downfall
Step into tha shit smell tha taste of yo life Conflicts′ll grow up to a strife
Neva gonna survive neva gonna win Yo being is a big sin
There′s only way out — fight for yo right Fight for yo city all day and all night
Free yo mind get da powa back Do not give fuck about yo lack
A lack of hatred to yo own city To yo own street to yo society
I know yo feelin I′m the same with u We are livin in
M.O.S.C.O.W.
Стать гладиатором уличной свалки
Бродить по бульварам в тяжёлом похмелье
Стучать сапогами на выженном плаце
Ставить кресты крушить стадионы
Болтать с потаскухой о тайнах вселенной
Лечить первый триппер на частной квартире
Проснуться от боли на потной постели
Взорвать свои вены иглой наркомана
Oua subway is so beautiful inside But it′s almost dangerous, good for suicide
We′ve gone so much fun and we′ve got dread So many happy people they gonna be dead
Politicians sayin everythin′s allright They′re livin so high they′re so fuckin bright
They′re blind and they are takin us to tha dirt We′re livin in it we can′t say any word
We′re so fuckin dumb that means we′re infirm That infirmity′ll take us to tha mad rage storm
Where′s ma city? I can′t see it at all I′m just livin in empty hole
Too much foreidners we′ve got Too much stupid heads
Too much idle talks too much promises
There′s only one word to define that crew
M.O.S.C.O.W.
Wake up!U see it′s tha town of mine and yors -
Smile! So u have a choice to feel tha bullet taste
Or tha taste of corps Tha shit is worse But game′s not over yet
So check out tha control MF and new level wats U follow this town rules in yo freedom′s guest
U think u′re a host here but u′re a guest So test tha pain like dead-end-kidz
Depression breeds and who knows Where′s tha exit?
Страдать от поноса и стать идиотом
Плевать в стёкла захолустных вокзалов
Мазать отходами ручки подъездов
Загадить вагоны ночной электрички
Излить в унитаз свои нежные чувства
Пиликать на флейте спать под забором
Пихнуть себе в рот пистолетное дуло
Нажать на курок и сломать себе зубы
M.O.S.C.O.W.

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

Нас убивают каждый день
Война идёт по всем фронтам, но я могу ещё кричать!
Полный пиздец, но мы ещё здесь!
Это - полный пиздец, но мы должны быть здесь!

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

Oh it′s a shame that I have to tape over,
Those elysian smiles I thought I′d keep forever.
I remember it all like it was yesterday...
Forget all, Set it down, hit record.
And back away... My intestines are fastening laces,
Intolerable to fucking untangle.
These vigilant eyes can′t keep off the timekeepers.
Second hand every angle.

What′s keeping you waiting?
Usually out before I open my eyes.
Why did you pick today?
To epilate between your thighs...

Are you waiting for his tongue to come?
And brush against your cleaned trimmed hair?
I hope he knows, that curvilinear gyrating space,
Won′t be the only thing he′ll taste down there.
Stop to think about it.
If we′ve both flooded the same skin...
You′ve tasted me,
I′ve tasted you,
Who knows how many places,
My tongue has been?
My tongue has been...

I left, you stayed, I hoped and prayed.
That these nauseating thoughts weren′t true.
Before we met, I wouldn′t bet,
I would give up nihilism for you!
Nothing ever made sense,
Was I even real?
Took everything wouldn′t touch,
And made me feel (hell yeah! )
I had all my faith in you,
That you would never commit and act of deceit,
To wake up in the ante meridian
Knowing there would be solid ground to support my feet.

If it is alright (if it is alright) to conceal the truth,
Then when does the concealment end, and lying begin?
Tell me when? Tell me when? This is a maudlin motion picture.
A theme song in search of a movie,
I′ve got the perfect script to match this tune.
Who really knows what goes on in the afternoon?
Lets not ruin the surprise.

I don′t buy these incredulous denials,
Do you think you′ve found the exit,
To your escape? I really shouldn′t be thinking this way,
It would put my mind at ease,
If I caught your ass on tape.
They′ll be no excuses baby.
I′ll forward this to your friends and family.

Maybe I should reconsider this diagnosis,
Lets think things out before we conclude.
Commonly a virtuoso at these procedures,
But this was the saddest thing my eyes have ever viewed.

The postmeridian hours that we performed,
Seemed like such a perfunctory routine,
But I can obviously tell by the footage here,
That you′re in love with his machine!
How could you do this to me?
Next time you won′t get out so easily.
Now that I know what I′m up against;
I came prepared.
Bat in hand behind the closest door I painfully stared.
Say "hello" to this bark, in-between your teeth.
Soon you will also be bleeding from underneath.
It took balls to do what you′ve done.
Having your manhood in your mouth is no fun.
And as for you darling, you′re going no where,
It′s kind of hard to move when you′re tied to a chair.

See there′s a twist to this lovely,
For you too see.
What′s hiding in your wardrobe
Isn′t a shopping spree.

*whistle, whistle*
Comes out to stilts supporting the wait of lust,
I always thought you were someone I could always trust.
Now watch this we smacking flesh,
I′m sure you don′t even care.
But with your eyelids sown back to your brows.
This leaves you forced to stare.

With a wire wrapped around his neck,
Tightly tied to a tree,
There he stood on the top of the cliff,
With his inanimate life, above the sea.
He drinks his virulent drink.
And sets himself on fire.

Pulls the trigger though the midair;
Misses his head and snaps the wire.
Now choking and strangling in the water,
His body begins to sink.
Not only did that put out the flames.
But he regurgitated his drink.
This wasn′t the worse thing that could happen... yes it is.
We′re dying slowing again...

@ I Set My Friends On Fire

Текст песни:

They pull our strings
The animals
They blind, they breed the hate
Under their wing
We?re scientists
We swallow what they think
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
Most fall in line
They do the dance
And salute the safest thing
Bought with their lives
Cry and socialize
And throw all the beauty away
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident

@ IAMX

Текст песни:

It was the first sign and even
Together, yeah, we could be
If you could hold tight onto my hand
Forever and definitely

I need a shot caller take control of me
Can′t leave this heart undercover forever
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

I think you just might understand
How much you need me
So, baby, don′t fight, it′s out of you hands
Together, yeah, we could be

I need a shot caller take control of me
Can′t leave this heart undercover forever (ever)
I need a shot caller take control of me
Can′t leave this heart undercover forever (ever)

And if you just take control
We can let it go
If you just take control
We just let it, let it go

I need a shot caller take control of me
Can′t leave this heart undercover forever (ever)
I need a shot caller take control of me
Can′t leave this heart undercover forever
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

I need a shot caller take control of me
Can′t leave this heart undercover forever (ever)
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

I need a shot caller take control of me
Can′t leave this heart undercover forever (ever)
I need a shot caller take control of me
Can′t leave this heart undercover forever (ever)

@ Ian Carey

Текст песни:

I wonder where you are
I wonder where you go
I do really need you
I cannot make it on my own

I wonder where you are
I wonder what you do
I do really need you
I cannot make it on my own

@ Ian Van Dahl

Текст песни:

*originally appeared as a b-side to cube’s "check yo self" single

24 with an l, 24 years old and I got life in this motherfucker...

24 with an l as I bail through the concrete, shit is kinda deep
Deep, deeper than atlantis, you got to know who the man is
L.a. better known as pelican’s bay
The ghetto bird’s got the word from the stool pigeon
A bird in the hand can’t beat a chicken
There ain’t no warden (shit)
Just broken glass fucking up my jordans
Twice upon the time in the projects
I done got jacked for my rolex
But I keep going, let it pass
Cause the swap meet got a sale on ski masks
And my little homie kevin
Been carjacking since ’87 (really doe)
L.a. is like a jail cell
And I got 24 with an l

"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 8x)

Now, I made a little money, good
But I still want to live in the hood
But buying new fly shit
Is just like inviting ants to a picnic
There’s just too many sets
And now I’m getting those kidnap threats
But who wanna get wet?
Cause I’ll soak ya, you think I’m fat like oprah
All I got is a little piece of nothing
And now you want to jack all the sudden
Rahter have me face down on the floor
Instead of that devil you work for
Motherfucking coward
And clowning my man cause he wants to go to howard
Now I got a strap when I bail
Through the hood, 24 with an l

"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 8x)

24 years, but see I got life
Sorry mike, it does matter if you’re black or white
Cause I’m up against the black and white
They spread my legs and grab my nuts tight
Niggas keep hitting me up
And bitches try to get a drop of nut
Asking me to dick this
So they can blow up, throw up from the morning sickness
Keep my shoulder on the wall like the county
Cause you buster-ass niggas can’t clown me
South of pee go, that’s where we go
Deep in a regal, desert eagle
Sitting on my lap like a bitch with a gat
Westside’s on the map
So if you want to scrap or even drop shells
24 with an l

"get in that cell, nigger" (repeat 12x)

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun.
We unleash you a positive light. the bop gun can do you no harm.
It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (yeahhh.)

So wide you can’t get around it
So low you can’t get under it
So high you can’t get over it
Iiiiiiii, can’t get over it
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Well all right!
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Attention all radio station jocks ...
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Haw haw, got to be groovin’ jammin’ on yo box.
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
The mothership connection is upon you again.
[ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit]
Yeah, workin’ up a sweat, is it wet yet?
[ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in]

Verse 1: ice cube
1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce
Ice cube comin’ with the half ounce
Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog
A, to, mic, dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine?
And i’ma tell ya, I don’t like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
’cause bertha butt did her fuckin’ boogie with her crew
But I’d rather fuck you, boo
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don’t succumb when I’m done, buckin’ shit
One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it
Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun

[george clinton]
Here’s my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin’ up and down
Hang up really late
The groove I only got
We shall all be moved
Ready or not, here we come
Gettin down for the one which we believe in
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]


{yeah.
Dance, sucka, dance!

{yeah, heh heh. and it don’t stop. sheeeit.

Givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Aw, feet don’t fail me now! ha ha!
[givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for]
Do you promise the funk {yep, the whole funk,
Nothin but the funk?
{hit you with the bop gun, heh,
Buss a cap with my bop gun,
Gotta hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun,
Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, ’cause I’m the top gun...
Ready. {yep ready. {yep ready. {yep, come on
[ready or not, here we come
Gettin down on the one which we believe in]

Verse 2: ice cube
If you hear any noise, it’s just me and the boys
Playin with our toys
M-1, cuz everybody’s gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get fucked up when I’m chillin’, whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in
You let her funk me ’cause my funk is the best
Comin from the west
Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips
Hittin them dips, cd skips but I’m straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I’ll toast to that
If it’s rough, make the girls say
"do that stuff! aw, do that stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun

[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{trick! yeeah! jus hit ’em with the bop gun!
[one nation under a groove {heh
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
{get up with the bop gun...
[one nation under a groove (’bout time we got down, one time)
Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[one nation under a groove (now everybody say)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[here’s my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction]
[feet don’t fail me now! ha ha!]
{get ’em with the bop gun...
I’m a’ blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ...
On yo ass with the with the bop gun ...
I’m talkin’ trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don’t stop
And it won’t stop
Here’s my chance to dance my wayyy,
Out of my constriction
(yeahhh, feel the shit now!)
{oh shit

... hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!
{oh yeah
Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!

Lemme hear ya say party over here fuck you over there!


[givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Feet don’t fail me now]
(that’s right!)
[do you promise the funk
Givin’ you more of what you’re funkin’ for
Ooo, feet don’t fail me now ....
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ...
’bout time I got down one time]
(can I get down one time)


[ice cube]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain’t nothin’ wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin’ on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin’ for the theme from the black hole
Now I’ll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don’t like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I’m gonna have some fun with the bop gun

(ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
[one nation under a groove
(here is my chance to dance my wayyy)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (one nationnnn)
One nation and we’re on the move
(get it on my good foot, good gawd)
Nothin can stop us now]
(ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!)
[one nation under a groove
(can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(uh huh, uh huh, one nation)
[one nation under a groove
(can I get it on my good foot)
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
[one nation under a groove (ooh yeah)
Gettin down just for the funk of it (ooh yeah)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us now]
(ha ha ha ha ha haeeee)
[one nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
(bout time I got down one time)
One nation and we’re on the move
Nothin can stop us no wwwwww]

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[+AD+] Ice Cube
Ice Cube!
[Cube] That′s Don Mega to you you lil′ cocksucker
[+AD+] I am the Angel of Death
And your name is on my list
[Cube] Sheeyit!
[+AD+] Come with me..
[Cube] I ain′t goin nowhere wit yo′ ass
And if you put your hands on me, we gettin down right here

Don Mega! *echoes* [repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

Verse One: Ice Cube

Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse
Ride on the outside, with inner force
Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway
We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday
Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen
And when we on the mission, call your mortician
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
First we flank em then we spank em.. I outrank em!
You can call me Citizen Kane, for my reign
Ten years great, one of the ten great
Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia
2002, see Ice Cube
Fuck a five-star, I′m a live star
What you got to die for? Who you wanna ride for?
Fuck dying! (Fuck dying!)

Don Mega! *echoes* [repeat line 2X]

Verse Two: Ice Cube

It′s the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide
Worldwide, your highness, the finest
Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber
Quick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt Jemimah
Physi-cal, nigga roll with the winners
After these dinners, go out and represent us
We got antennas, scanners and satellites
To see if you battle right, we got to bite
Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom
Some haters don′t learn til you leave lead in em
See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em
Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slug
See these crossed legs, quick to cross Feds
Foe to mighty one, it′s the mighty son
Fuck dying! *echoes*

Yeah..

Don Mega! *echoes* [repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

Fuck dying!!! I can provide the army (4X)

Join the party!
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
In the city, the suburbs.. penetentiary!
Join the party!
In the county..
Fuck dying, fuck dying!

Join the party, I can provide the army (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, I can provide the army! (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, I can provide the army!! (yeayayyyy)
Join the party, I can provide the army!!! (fuck dying!)

I can provide the army (4X)

Eternal life baby
Eternal life (2X)

..

Hear ye, hear ye!
All connect gang members and powers
are to meet at the West Wing
To be led into battle by the one and only
Ice Cube the Great!

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Intro]
(Hey did you hear that?)
Yeah just get the fuckin door! *car door opens and closes*

[Ice Cube]
Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh)

Hit the sunroof, and let′s contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffer pullin over
Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin
Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln
Thinkin bout the good ol′ days of hip hop
in its purest form before the eye of the storm
I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way
to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin
They scream for the limousine, it′s all clean
Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry bout the five mics, I′m in the limelight
wit movies comin out, yo′ time is runnin out
I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo"
Indication from my driver damn we′re bein followed

[Mr. Short Khop] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Mr. Short Khop] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh)

[Mr. Short Khop]
Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin
and how I′m knowin to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins
and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin
Got shit to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop′s soon to run it through em, nigga check nuts
Put to the test then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest
Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded, for revenue, let′s get this shit
and split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga fuck what he say, havin heat pays
It′s all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
that keep ??? moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us
I stay connected til death do us

[Ice Cube] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Mr.Short Khop] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Ice Cube] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Mr.Short Khop] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS)

[Ice Cube]
The alley was pitch black, I′m in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up in a Ac
They don′t understand the impact
Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) *motorcycle speeding past*
cos I′m down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi *gun shots, motorcycle*

[Mr. Short Khop] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Mr. Short Khop] You′re livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube] I′m livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I′m livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

{*GUN SHOT*
"Ain′t nobody talkin when I′m talkin fellas so shut the fuck up!"

{Slick Rick sample repeats in background:
"And who the fuck are you?"
[Ice Cube]
Ohh.. steppin up in my motherfuckin uhh..
Chuck Taylors, Knick kickers, Wallabee′s, ??
On my ass I got the umm.. um.. khakis, 501′s
On my back I got the uhh.. sweatshirt
You know, with the fat three creases
Uhh, my t-shirt, Slingshot, uhh.. khaki shirt
Umm, and I got the K-cutter, in my, in my pocket
Uhh, got the afro, the braids
Motherfuckin uhh, rollers
"You got to believe, somethin.."
And I just ask my motherfuckin self, uhh
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"
{"And who the fuck are you?"

[Ice Cube]
To G or not to G, is the question
And like Smith told Wesson
I′m shady with the .380 old school diploma
I′ll leave that ass in a coma, so
If you got a herringbone, _Welcome to the Terrordome_
Two-eleven, sorry Reverend
Oh my god, gettin robbed
Reach for the small, "Atomic Dog"
Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo
Count to ten, and don′t try to follow
Cause just like Waco, I can take fo′ --
-- ATF, to they death
Bust a left on Western, go and get a room
Don′t want to be a felon like Stacey Koon
Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go
Tap that ass like this - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
West Side Lench Mob
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
Cause I′m a mother-fuckin..
{"And who the fuck are you?"

[Ice Cube]
Thirty in a holdin tank, catch the vapors
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Concrete bench kickin off the hemorrhoids
Ese′s deep, don′t fuck with dem boys
Phone check, co-llect call from the baller
Her mama said please don′t call her
Do-Wah-Diddy, far from +New Jack City+
Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin in here?"
He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy"
And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!
Deputy bitch thinks she′s the Queen Bee
Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky
"Sir, what set you from?" Play dumb
"General popu-la-tion"
Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up
out this motherfucker, that′s why I love ya
Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce
Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross
What a friend know? Buy some indo
Never fuck with a silly ho - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
Really doe, bitch
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
God damn I′m a motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
Yup, that′s right
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
God damn I′m a..
{"And who the fuck are you?"

Knock you out like NyQuil, I′ll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass trick
So don′t run up, wit ya gun up
Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker
Cause we can play hookie in the _Aqua Boogie_
With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes
Livin unforgiven with the mic on
And punks runnin like roaches with the light on
And that′s all the shit I′m startin
Bust a cap (ka-kow-POW) like Jerome on Martin
You lookin for a punk with benefits
cause you got a baby, that take many shits
And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Scopin hopin, thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker hoe - really doe

"You got to believe, somethin.."
Ice Cube, yup
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
God damn I′m a motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
Really doe - West Side
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
Motherfuckin O, motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
East Side
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"
{"And who the fuck are you?"
"You got to believe, somethin.."
South.. Side
"I got to believe in me.."
Cause I′m a motherfuckin G
G, G, G, motherfuckin G
"You got to believe, somethin.."
North Side
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"
{"And who the fuck are you?"
"You got to believe, somethin.."
"I got to believe in me.."
{"And who the fuck are you?"

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Godamn, it’s a brand new payback
From the straight, fucks the mack and straights ganks the black
How many muthafuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Cops gotta get pealed
’cause the nigga you love to hate still can kill at will
It ain’t no pop ’cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that I bail out
I’m platinum bitch and I didn’t have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that’s what the people say
Fuck america still wit the triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes buck
It will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up
Now let’s see who’ll drop
Punk muthafuckers trying to ban hip-hop
Fuck r & b and the running man
I’m the one to stand wit the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, ’cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Hell yea, zone you better tell ’em
Ice cube and I’m rolling wit the muthafucking lm
It’s the #1 crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and I’ll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roaming what I put in work
’cause lenchmob niggaz are the craziest
And y’all muthafuckers can’t fade my shit
South central, that’s where the lenchmob dwell
Hitting fools up wit the big ass l
One time can’t hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop giving juice to the raiders
’cause al davis never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It’s all about the l-e-n-c-h y’all know the rest
Muthafucking crew, muthafucking mob
Doing muthafucking job in a muthafucking squad
In ’91 ice cube grew strong and bigger
And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

Like I said, it’s a brand new payback
9-91, let’s see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(beat the wack beats out) to muthafucking baller
And hoes can’t row on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta hold on
Don’t let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peal his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too and his best blew
Going up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til it smells of shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head I say
And watch the devil start kicking
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger licking
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now he got kentucky fried cracker
Mess wit the cube, you get pump quick
Pig, cause I’m the wrong nigga to fuck wit

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Verse 1

Drivin down the motherfuckin highway
the flyway hey bitch you goin my way?
Now I got a passenger
I look at the miniskirt now I′m askin her
Would you like to hit the fat bud
or perhaps should I run your name through the mud
I mean are you giving up the nappy dugout?
She said no well then get the fuck out
Cause I know where the hoes be feinin′
plus your fat ass got my six deuce leanin′
Bust a U on the avenue
why oh why there ain′t shit to do
But then sir jinx played his mix
and you thought that shit played out in eighty six
Lookin for my dogs
looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs
One time′s on my motherfuckin line
why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must thind I′m a gee
they both walk up with the g. l. o. c.
(Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. Now
get out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.)
Started they investigation
no driver′s liscence no registration
When I stepped out the car they slammed me
goddamn ya′ll who got the camera?

Chorus
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
who got the camera?
(x2)


Verse 2:

No lights no camera no action
and the pigs wouldn′t believe that my slave name was Jackson
He said don′t lie to me
I′m lookin for John, Matt, or Spike Lee
The motherfucker called for back up
I guess they planned to beat the mack up
He called me a silly ass thug
and pulled out his billy ass club
Tearin up my coupe lookin for the chronic
goddamn nobody got a panasonic
Found an empty can of old gold
came around and put my ass in a choke hold
Fucked around and broke my pager
then they hit a nigga with the tazer
the motherfucking pigs were tryin to hurt me
I fell to the floor and yelled lord have mercy
Then they hit me in the face ya′ll
but to them it ain′t nuttin but (a friendly game of base ball)
Crowd stood around I said goddamn ya
Who got the camera

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3

I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin′
that they were gonna put some work in
Mr. law had to hit me in the jaw
cause I called them faggots with guns and badges
They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head
but if I had the gatty-gat-gat they′d be dead
A victim of a big fat 187
and little devils don′t go to heaven
Last night there were eleven but they were′nt scarin me
so they tried the flashlight therapy
I looked at the black one and called him a traitor
I don′t give a fuck if you got a beta
Just take my fuckin picture
so I can go downtown and bitch and pitch ya (?)
The one that called me a spook
his name is officer David Duke
If the crowd weren′t around they would′ve shot me
tried to play me out like my name was rodney
Fuckin police gettin badder
but if I had a camera the shit wouldn′t matter
(bitch), uh who got my nine, who got my nine
Ya′ll done did it this time, uh
who the fuck got my nine

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Ты
Ты ненавидела моих друзей
Ты
Ты говорила мне не пей
Ты
Ты запрещала быть собой
Ты
Ты обещала быть другой Другой!
Я не твой!
Я!
Я не твой! Я
Я был с тобой не один раз
Я
Я понял всё неважно
Я
Я наловчусь собою быть
Я
Я должен навсегда забыть Всё простить, ведь это враг и не дня без страха
Всё простить, ведь это бред на протяжения наших лет Я не твой, я не твой, я не твой, я не твой!
Но ты найдёшь в себе секрет
Растопит лёд 18 лет
Я уйду, и ты не ной
До свиданья Я НЕ ТВОЙ! Я не твой!
Мой мир – МОЙ!!

@ IdeЯ Fix

Текст песни:

Sweet Sixteen in leather boots
Body and soul I go crazy
Baby, baby I′m hungry Sweet Sixteen

Funky bar all full of faces
Pretty faces, beautiful faces
Body and soul, body and soul, I give to you

I am an easy mark
With my broken heart Sweet Sixteen

Show you my explosion Sweet Sixteen

Go out to the funky bar
I get hurt - crying inside
′Cause everybody′s so fine and
And they don′t need me

Tell me, what can I do, Sweet Sixteen?

I give you my body and soul Sweet Sixteen

I must be hungry
′Cause I go crazy
Over your leather boots

Now baby, I know
That′s not normal
Well, I love you, I love you, I love you, Sweet Sixteen

Everywhere I go, I′m lonely...


@ Iggy Pop