Список текстов песен на букву I

Текст песни:

Дай мне 7 причин, чтобы ослабить ту пружину, которая заводит мой мир
Я знаю твои методы, ты делаешь все дешево и грязно
Неужели мы на пороге каменного века?!
Я все отдам, дисциплина
Чтоб снова стать человеком
Солнце встало за окном над землей шакалов и биороботов
Мир без эмоций, без звука и запаха
Как афиша на стене, все - ненастоящее
Ты слишком много хочешь, но я еще не кончил
Это последний танец, заткнись и не моргай
Забери мою боль и одень меня в сталь, давай!
Забери мою боль и толкни меня на край, давай!
Обещай мне не разрушать себя и не сдаваться
Никогда, даже в самый черный день, - не сдавайся
Я не забуду никогда трепет твоих пальцев
Даже когда изнутри разъедает пустота,
Мы не должны ненавидеть самих себя
Дай мне 7 причин, чтобы забыть про аллергию на уверенность в завтрашнем дне
Я знаю твои методы, мы для тебя - куски сырого мяса
Неужели мы на пороге каменного века?!
Я все отдам, дисциплина
Чтоб снова стать человеком
Солнце встало в казино
Все хорошее в душе давно распродано
Я тоже ловкий паразит со встроенной дискетой
И чем я лучше остальных? Не вижу аргументов
Ты слишком много хочешь, но я еще не кончил
Это последний танец, заткнись и не моргай
Забери мою боль и одень меня в сталь, давай!
Забери мою боль и толкни меня на край, давай!
Дай мне 7 причин, чтобы ослабить волю, дай мне 7 причин...
Дай мне 7 причин, чтобы ослабить волю, дай...
Дай...
Die in pain, motherfucker!
Дай...
И танцуй, обезьяна!

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

В паутине слов живёт печаль
Список жертв пополнен - очень жаль
Куклы за обеденным столом будут ждать,пока не грянет гром

Стигматы прогресса для тебя:плохие рефлексы и деградация
Мы пойдём куда захотим
Мы возьмём всё,что захотим
Паралич ума

Ложь в голубых глазах
Становись на пьедестал,звезда эстрады
Нож в пластмассовой руке
Ты - манекен среди зеркал
Стоишь,считаешь деньги
Вампир со взглядом Бэмби...

Автор колыбельных для машин,очень дружелюбный андрогин
Наполняет тёплые дома ласковой мелодикой добра

Атрибуты прогресса для тебя:уютное кресло и мастурбация
Мы пойдём,куда захотим
Имитация реальности
Паралич ума

Поверь в себя,иди вперёд
Один твой взгляд и мир спасён
Поверь в себя,ничтожество - ты заслужил свой миллион
Надо жить,танцуя и смеясь,тихо разлагаться и смеясь
Налегай на пиво и расти цветы - всё должно быть красиво
Скоро астероид прилетит и сразу остановит геноцид
Вся Земля будет смотреть прямой эфир,в ожидании взрыва...
Я вижу цель...

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

В чашке вода, и желание пить побеждает в ней старый сон.
Сон, в котором она тонет, и лишь вода со всех сторон.
Мысль о том, как бы дожить до утра — не так уж нова…
И для нее, как и для меня, эти слова — не просто слова.
Она мочит губы водой, она все еще боится пить,
Она как никто другой знает, что эта вода может убить.
Всплеск, будто кто-то уронил бокал тонкого стекла.
Слезы текут по ее щекам. Она понимает, что не смогла.
Вода, капля за каплей, наносит удар, ей уже трудно дышать.
Древняя, как мир, пытка, в которой слух может только мешать.
Водобоязнь Как странно, что это случилось и с ней, и со мной,
Детские страхи не умирают. Они перестали быть игрой.
Она делает первый глоток, но вода обжигает и слезы из глаз.
Только теперь она понимает, что водобоязнь живет
в каждом из нас.

@ I.F.K.

Текст песни:

What the fuck? Are we playing?
Periodic reverberations of our gaseous medium!
Yes, I like sequences and repetitions...
But where the hell did you come from?
Auditory communication incorporated by...
These danfangled contraptions.
But I hope we aren′t talking
About your pointless bitching...
If I had a rocket launcher!
No wait! breathe still! calm down!
This is not what this is about!

Is it capable of being copied, to another individuals memory?
Will they tell it to others?
Is this noise suppose to be a secret?
A secret! ? I want the meaning you asshole!
Real evolutionary, evidentiary backup,
Real evolutionary, evidentiary backup.

Float the thesis.
Provide antitheses.
Reach syntheses.

Float the thesis.
Provide antitheses.
Reach syntheses.

Will they sing it to others?
Create! Cognize! and recognize!

Will they sing it to others?
Create! Cognize! and recognize!

Will they sing it to others?
Create! Cognize! and recognize!

Will they sing it to others?
Create! Cognize! and recognize!

If music was my mistress,
I′d have a reason to sing.
No my darling if music was a women,
You′d just be a fling!
You′d just be a fling!
You′d just be a fling!

@ I Set My Friends On Fire

Текст песни:

I want to know how to survive in the nightlife
The truth and dare of the drug for the first time
Click my heels and we’ll dance with the heat rise
I want to know how to survive in the nightlife

I want to know how to survive in the nightlife
The truth and dare of the drug (for the/from a-?) bass line
The desire that the (front of gets-?) to a weak mind
I want to know how to survive in the nightlife

@ IAMX

Текст песни:

Oh my my
I feel it on the street

So so fine
Girl i know you believe

When there′s something that makes you want it
There′s no way you can just say no
But you can′t put your finger on it

Oh no
Oh no

Yeah yeah yeah
Turn on
The redlight

Yeah yeah yeah
It′s alright
Tonight

We don′t have long
Don′t let it get away

See something like this
Won′t come along every day

When there′s something that makes you want it
There′s no way you can just say no
But you can′t put your finger on it

Oh no
Oh no

Yeah yeah yeah
Turn on
The redlight

Yeah yeah yeah
It′s alright
Tonight

Yeah yeah yeah
Turn on
The redlight

Yeah yeah yeah
It′s alright
Tonight

@ Ian Carey

Текст песни:

Since you′re gone
Everything looks so empty
Without you
Nights are so cold

Can you tell
Tell me how to convince you
Please come back
I won′t let you down

I won′t let you down

I can′t let you go
Why can′t you stay
I still wonder why
I can′t let you go
Why can′t you stay
Give it one more try
I can′t let you go

I can′t let you go

And I hope
One day you will forgive me
If I could
I would turn back time

Don′t you know
That I′m thinking about you
If you knew
Would you change your mind

Would you change your mind

I can′t let you go
Why can′t you stay
I still wonder why
I can′t let you go
Why can′t you stay
Give it one more try

I can′t let you go

I can′t let you go

@ Ian Van Dahl

Текст песни:

[ice cube]
Put the whoop on ’em (ice cube, a.k.a. don mega)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. poppa don)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. the big fish)
Put the whoop on ’em (a.k.a. brainiac)

Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (uh huh)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(verse one) {:21
Everyting is real on this concrete and steel
Niggas peel your cap for a happy meal
I got to deal with this ball of confusion, world of illusions
We ain’t losin’ playa (never), weez winnin’
Playin’ every night when we sendin’ paper chasing, grinin’
While you still chasin’ women ’round tables no lieutenants
Use your own man grown, (hook it up)
It’s ice cube and the family stone
Breakin’ bread every night in l.a.
And I pray, for one more day that’s unate (check it)
It’s 90 degrees no enemies in sight
Even the don gotta fall to his knees every night

(chorus) {:52
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all I wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

(verse two) {1:03
I’m lovin’ every breath like a cold sip of soda
While I’m bankin’ down these back streets, thanks for lookin’ over
Damn sure nice to know ya, fuck a four leaf clover
And thanks for this range rover
We gets down with this underground gangsta shit
Politians and parents, always havin’ a fit
Everybody wanna know "who you with? " "where you from? "
Why you lookin’ at me dumb?
Here’s a bullet cuz you number one
Nobody knows, the fate of a platinum rap star (nobody knows)
We gotta wait until tommorow
(yeah yeah)
And I’m a nigga like you (yeah yeah)
You know I got the bar

(chorus) {1:33
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all I wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

Put the whoop on ’em (look to allah)
Put the whoop on ’em (pray to your God)
Put the whoop on ’em (I look to allah)
Put the whoop on ’em (pray to your God)

(verse three) {1:54
Mister prosperity, these niggas wanna bury me
Your bitch wanna mary me
Rollin’ more than a cherokee
Don’t, I drive what I want, and what I ain’t drivin’ I don’t want
Let it be known (let it be known)
Permits hit the conk in the reagal
But weez legal niggas dollars got bald eagles nigga
You can’t undermine mister grime
You rappin’ ’bout the same shit I rapped about in ’89
Tryin’ to be the new fien(d) (never), with raps complex
They love you one minute and they hate you the next
Push my lex thru the california sunshine
Look back on my life and say "damn I done done fine"
(damn) (I done done fine) (uhh)
Mister ice cube, I’m always on the grime
(always, always)
The don mega mega don, don mega mega don

(chorus) {2:35
Can I get 24 more hours (can I get get)
Without dealin’ with these killers and these cowards (can I can can)
I don’t wanna loose, all I wanna do is win
I fucked up today, can I try it again?

Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (everybody)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta)
Keep it gangsta y’all, keep it gangsta (all my life)

(outro) {2:56
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out
I know we can make it, I know that we can
I know damn well that we can work it out

...and we can work it out, we goan work it out
My niggas work it out, help us work it out

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

(blends into intro with dialogue from spike lee’s _do the right thing_)

"twenty d energizers."
"twenty, c energizer? "
"d, not c, d."
"b energizer? "
"d motherfucker, d! learn to speak english first, alright? d!"
"how many you say? "
"twenty, motherfucker, twenty."
"honey..."
"mother-fuck you!"

[ice cube]
Everytime I wanna go get a fuckin brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers
That make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin every brother in the world’s out to take
So they watch every damn move that I make
They hope I don’t pull out a gat and try to rob
They funky little store, but bitch, I got a job
("look you little chinese motherfucker
I ain’t tryin to steal none of yo’ shit, leave me alone!"
"mother-fuck you!")
Yo yo, check it out
So don’t follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass’ll be a target
Of the nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that’s what the boy got
So pay respect to the black fist
Or we’ll burn your store, right down to a crisp
And then we’ll see ya!
Cause you can’t turn the ghetto - into black korea

"i do fuck you!"

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

(Ice Cube Talking)
Dear Mama, If some people came by the house lookin for me
I′m innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don′t know when I′ll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube.

[Hook]
Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn′t do what they say I done (x2)

[Verse 1]
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
Cos this the same street I got shot on
So God bless Don Polla, double-s
I gotta holla cos I′m smokin on double breath
Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
Niggaz say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up
They try to stop em
My cash flow leave me asshole neck it
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties

[Chorus]
Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition
I′m on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em
I gotta kick rocks, can′t pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath

[Verse 2]
It′s so hard to get a room without a credit card
It′s so hard not to let em know where you are
Tried to get a rent a car
But he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash ′fore he called the feds on my ass
Went to Vegas for the weekend
Met a hoe down freakin
Hey bitch, why you sneakin?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Rap gauge, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway
She say "Let′s hear the circle K"
Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay
It′s like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle
That′s my motto and I gotta warn ya
before I′m through, I′m going back to California

(Hook)
(Chorus)

[Verse 3]
My boys Utah to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can infiltrate
All fifty states
Can′t wait till I′m back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep
Low key you feds can′t see me
I′m up in D.C. with strike number three
Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock
I′m going back to Cali where it′s bound with my strikes
Don′t give a fuck who′s on the ?marin or the mic
I should′ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
looking like he wanna rob me (Fuck)
Federal, don′t like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I′m ′a sue all black and blue
When I come to- hand cuff (Fuck y′all)
Big grey bus, scandalous
Cos they can′t stand us
They get excited and I try to fight it (mama)
I′m going back to Cali to show, extradited

(Hook)
(Chorus)

(Ice Cube talking)
Hey mama, when y′all send pictures you can′t send a polaroid
Got to be the regular pictures
An′ they got us in here puttin′ in computer chips or something
I don′t know. Like they playin with us, it′s like a game
It ain′t nuttin′ but a game to them mama
It′s my life

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Look at that lil′ ass Westside doped out
insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine
Use to have to axe could he cross the street
now he′s rollin in a Gee, the Gee is on E
He′s quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?)
Don′t roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?)
Now you know what fuckin set he′s claimin
A wild little nigga and it ain′t no tamin
And just when you think everything is calm
that motherfucker is the first to bum
like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He′ll draw down and then check his beeper
He′s clockin them chicks and bucks
Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the OGz
You fall to the ground and beg please
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can′t keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil ass gee.....

God damn, it′s a trick
Use to have the G.I.Joe with the kung-fu grip
Now he′s straight Crip, or Blood
Now ya sag, you use the blunt
Now ya known as the favorite groupie
Goin to camp and it ain′t Camp Snoopy (Wassup?)
But I ain′t surprised
It′s 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size
You motherfuckin crook
You want respect cos you didn′t get′cha manhood took
Drinkin that ′yac like it′s no tomorr-y
Westside hustler fucker-tory
In the jail and it ain′t no thang
Can′t wait til you get 22′s on the hang (Uhh)
A underage boy that′s lookin tossed
And that′s ya idea of who you hide
All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers
Little nigga nuttier than a Snicker
You don′t wanna be like Mike, you wanna be like me
A fool, a killer, a lil ass gee......

Interlude: (*two sampled guys talking*)

See, I knew it wouldn′t be long
They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cell, it got′cha thinkin
Sendin more kites than Benjamin Franklin
20 years old but ya still a veteran
Won′t touch down til we′re livin like the Jetsons
Proud of ya self, because ya done done it
Gotcha 22′s and your name on your stomach
Never even think about a woman to fuck
Rather stand in lin eor bust the ass of a young buck
Got stuck, now you′re bleedin
Hospital ward, is got your reading
Learn about the knowledge of self ya see
that ya mad enough to go and stick the death to these
See, it ain′t about bein hard
But that′s whatcha tell the little homies in the yard
Ya already done did 10
and wish you could start all over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see
Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil ass gee.....

A fool, a lil ass gee
Yo this go out to the little hardhead homies
who probably gon′ see more, ahh, assholes than pussyholes
when they get you in that system

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr

Verse 1: Ice Cube
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Thru this hate retaliate, it′s official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When I hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto dope is amazin
The bitch that′s with you already know that I′m blazin
That′s by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain′t cold enough
And baby ain′t old enough
For this game I′m rollin up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don
Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit

Chorus: Ice Cube
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(4X)

Verse 2: Ice Cube
I hold zone like a Corleone
No more fuckin with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo′s and the baggetts
You still fuckin with them faggets
We turn haters into maggets
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that′s musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won′t be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this, you can′t take it
Can′t fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
Walkin with my entourage, I think I′m betta, makin chedda
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade
(Ch-ching)
(since the tenth grade)
(Ch-ching)
(What you need)

Chorus

Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it′s the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
City of the ?Tempeon?, where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
>From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin for fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutans
I′m out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain′t no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can′t see
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply

Chorus: Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop
[IC]A yeah yeah
[MSK]I push rhymes like weight
[MSK]I push rhymes like weight
(2X)
[IC]A yeah yeah
[IC]I push rhymes like weight
[IC]I push rhymes like weight
(2X)

[Ice Cube] (starts during chorus)
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)
Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
(A yeah yeah)
Pushin rhymes like weight
Pushin rhymes like weight
(A yeah yeah)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name
You know my name
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name

[Mr. Short Khop]
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
and think you gonna change the game
You ain′t changin nothin

[Ice Cube]
I been doin this, I been doin this
Ask about me
Ask about me

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

I was told, cause I didn’t witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin
Then the nut came gushin
And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary
With nuttin but the lord lookin over me
I was white with a tail
But when I reached the finish line, young black male!
One cell made two, and two cells made fo’
And so on, so now I’m a embryo
Then I got a hunch
That i’ma be on lockdown, for nine months
Chillin, with my mother to guide me
And nuttin but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bullshit
Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick
Cause my time is up and I don’t care
With one big push, I’m outta there
June 15th, it’s just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the product

"ghetto ass nigga, you ain’t shit,
And you ain’t gon’ never be shit!"

I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school, but it don’t matter
Cause I’m sittin in history
Learnin bout a sucker, who didn’t give a fuck about me
They try to shape us
But I know uncle sam is a motherfuckin rapist
So I stopped payin attention
Ice cube, headed, straight to detention
Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways
I’m sent home and I don’t got all a’s
A high school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out
But I got tossed, he’s the boss
I’m out of there and mad cause I lost
Now bein on my own is a factor
So I become, the neighborhood jacker
Gimme your car, run your jewels
Makin a livin robbin fools
And if I let my nine rang out
You know, it’ll make your brains hang out
So what’s your fate?
Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he’s in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you’re shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin product

"uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
If you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house"

"many young men reject the traditional values
That are important to their parents.
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf, and gang."

Twenty-one now, and paid in full
Feelin bad, from all the shit I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way
So I’m tryin to go straight
I’m with my baby’s momma, out on a date
Til the punk ass cops ran my plate
Now I’m on a bus upstate

"oh, the young nigga done caught a case!"
"sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace" -> ll cool j

Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man’s gettin worn out
Of seein young boys gettin they assholes torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was ’sposed to get out soon
Is it my fault, he was caught in production
Where a young black life means nothin
Just because, I didn’t want to learn your grammar
You say I’m better off in the slammer
And it’s drivin me batty
Cause my little boy, is missin daddy
I’m ashamed, but the fact is
I wish pops let me off on the mattress
Or should I just hang from the top bunk
But that’s goin out like a punk
My life is fucked!
But it ain’t my fault, cause I’m the motherfuckin product

"he ain’t shit"

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Mr short khop:

Nasty girl, nasty girl, in ya own little nasty world (4x)

Chorus:

We just smokin, drinkin and fuckin,
And we ain’t dumpin nothin baby who are you lovin
(who loves you baby)

Verse 1:

We got a room full a clownin
And baby here got tha mean stark got me frownin
And we bout it like them niggaz from orleans
And puts it down like we court grime from green to green
Make ya scrilify any means, fuckin up any sceams
Or any plots that you got, you best had get rocks
We gets knots, 40 ain’t tha lots fuck a mule
My lil nigga hit tha fuel, and traffic bitches bust you
To get used by the cliq with tha bomb dick like tha fuse
Like noah, take em in two’s for 40 dayz and 40 nights
In tha double tree up 40 flights.

Chorus: (x2)

Verse 2:

We can see that you fuck wit too many stars
We can tell em how u fuckin up that miny bar
Already know u problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches ain’t impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that a nigga hold
All ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? that a nigga fold
Bust a load, just as soon as we get u blowed
Get ya purse and ya pager don’t forget ya coat
Before ya leave slip ya other girlfriend a note
Tellin her to shake u and bring back a quote
You get my vote for tha one with tha deepest throat.

Chorus: (x2)

I know this is a gang a bitches by tha silhouette
Niggaz ran through a few and ain’t finished yet
Cuz when it come to tha hoes and time to get it wet
We only keep tha startin 5 like tha pinatech
They hit us off wit tha tongue fo tha nut licks
And follow through to duck6 and butt licks
Nigga fuck tricks, they in tha back wit they legs up
And I’m gon tell u how I want it whether head or guts
Im spread nuts, set it up, I show you how to wet it up
2 and 3 to 4 how this nigga kept it up,
Up to bat the 3rd time, nigga struck out
Blamed it on tha bitch and told her "get the fuck out"

(people say it’s dirtyyy, people say it’s wrong
They look at out music like it’s a nasty song, it’s nasty!!)

Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own lil nasty world (x2)

(people say it’s dirtyyy, people say it’s wrong
They look at out music like it’s a nasty song, it’s nasty!!)

Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own lil nasty world (x4)

@ Ice Cube

Текст песни:

Мама, прошу я тебя, не плачь
Хотя слезы твои для меня, словно роса
Мама, прошу я тебя, прости
За то, что я так часто бываю не прав, Но мое сердце только твое,
Хотя я боялся, стеснялся это сказать
Мама поверит и всегда приютит,
Ведь мама это та, кто всегда простит…

@ 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


@ Iggy Pop