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Текст песни:

I got a date with the night burnin down my finger
Gonna catch the kids dry gonna walk on water
Buying out the fight we′re sweatin in the winter
Gonna catch ya squeeze tight
chow chow chow chow chow chow chow chow chow chow
Don tell me to fix her don tell me to fix her
Just take a bite no hangin no picture
Flyin out my sight droppin brides at the altar
Gonna find ya squeeze tight
chow chow chow chow chow chow chow chow chow chow
I′ll set you I′ll set it off
I′ll set you I′ll set it off
I′ll set you I′ll set it off off
I′ll set you I′ll set it off
I′ll set you I′ll set it off
I′ll set you I′ll set it off
I′ll set you I′ll set it off off off
Buying out the fight gon walk on water
Gon catcha squeeze dry
Gonna bend my finger
We′re sweatin in the winter
Grab squeeze tight
Grab squeeze tight

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

Wasteful season take my hand
Take the place of the snakes who ran

Savage things wash over me
A crime that leaves a heated greed
Oh Machine, Machine
I washed it for you
Machine, Machine
I waste it for you

And I walk
And I walk
A space left for two
And I wait
And I wait
To wake next to you
And I walk
And I walk
A space left for two
And I wait
And I wait
To wake next to you

Oh Machine, Machine
I waste it for you
Machine, Machine
I waste it for you
HAH!

Oh Machine, Machine
I washed it for you

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

You make me
You make me
You make me

Tick...

time you take it
you look so good
you take your time
tick tick tick
you take it
lets have a look
take take take your time

Tick...

time you take it
time you take it

you make me [x4]
you make me want to lose... [x6]
hey hey
come on

you make me want to lose... [x6]

you look like shit
you take your time
tick tick tick your time

Tick...

time you take it
time you take it

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

Don′t know
What I was looking for when I went home
I found me alone
Sometimes
I need someone to say, you′ll be alright
What′s on your mind?
But the waters shallow here
And I am full of fear
And empty handed after two long years

Another sunny day in California
I′m sure back home they′d love to see it
But they don′t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it

Back home
I always thought I wanted so much more
Now im not too sure
Cause sometimes
I miss knowing someones there for me
And feeling free
Free to stand beside
The ocean in moonlight
And light myself a smoke beneath
The dark atlantic sky

Another sunny day in California
I′m sure back home they′d love to see it
But they don′t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it

Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
Tearing lives apart breakin lots of hearts just to pass the time
And the eyes get red in the back of your head
This place will make you blind
Put it all behind me and I′ll be just fine

Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
And wash away the west coast dreamin from my eyes
There′s nothing real for them to see here

Another starry night in California
I′m sure back home they′d love to see it
But they don′t know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it

@ Yellowcard

Текст песни:

Accidents,
out on the highway to somewhere,
they tell us about when we′re young,
rescuers working to clean up the crashes
before she can see what they′ve done ,
nobody told her she′d lose in the first round,
The last fight was fixed from the start,
Names on her sidewalks they move through her body,
Like razors they cut through her heart
Like razors they cut through her heart

Hey let go of all you know,
Let you fire away now
What have you got to lose
Say out loud these words I′ve found
I′ll be there when you come down
I′ll be waiting for you

Night life, the highlife
she just wants a good life
so someone remembers her too
but somewhere she heard there was someplace to go
when you die when you live like we do
die when you live like we do

Hey let go of all you know,
Let you fire away now
What have you got to lose
Say out loud these words I′ve found
I′ll be there when you come down
I′ll be waiting for you

Hey let go of all you know,
Let you fire away now
What have you got to lose
Say out loud these words I′ve found
I′ll be there when you come down
I′ll be waiting for you

(Accidents out on the highway to somewhere
they tell us about when we′re young,
rescuers working to clean up the crashes
before she can see what they′ve done ,
nobody told her she′d lose in the first round, )

Hey let go of all you know,
Let you fire away now
What have you got to lose
Say out loud these words I′ve found
I′ll be there when you come down
I′ll be waiting for you

@ Yellowcard

Текст песни:

Possessions
The last thing on my mind
I don′t give a fuck about the ties or kind
I don′t want all the things you have
I love my life,it really isn′t that bad

The last thing on my mind
Is to give a fuck about the ties or kind
On my mind

You are a rich kid with a rich mom and dad
I can have anything I want;I can have anything you have
Have,boats,trains,planes,or cars
I don′t have to work,dad will get me really far

The last thing on my mind
Is to give a fuck about the ties or kind
On my mind

[Piano Interlude]

Well,you are a rich kid with a rich mom and dad
Anything I want,anything you have
This whole country could be mine
I have enough money to buy anything anytime

@ Yellowcard

Текст песни:

Everytime I try to read between the lines
I′m left wondering that I did so wrong
Everytime I try, try to rationalize
When everyone went wrong why didn′t we die?
Everytime I think about what it would be like
without all the things you give to me
All these thoughts keep runnning thru my head
Nothing to beleive
Look back find the things I lost
There′s nothing left there so it seems
Up hill both ways
Nothing left to say
I don′t know how I made it this far
I don′t know how I made it last this long
I don′t know why I try
All these things keeps going thru my head
Don′t know which way to turn
Each path goes up hill both ways
Nothing but dust
Since I learned, up hill both ways
Nothing left to say
I don′t know how I made it this far
I don′t know how I made it last this long
I don′t know why I try
Up hill both ways
Nothing left to do now
I don′t want nothing today

@ Yellowcard

Текст песни:

[Chorus - Young Jeezy X4]
Ya nigga ain′t seein′ me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything
Put that on everything

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
I′m going out the same way I came in
Harder than a motherfucker
Real street nigga I ain′t nothin like these other suckers (na)
How much the club cost I might buy this motherfucker
Have the feds park right outside this motherfucker!
You know the name bitch
Hotter than fish grease
Got a hundred move a hundred that was this week (damn)
She want me to get the room man this bitch cheap (what)
But she roll the weed good and she a big freak (yeah)
We on 75 her hands down my 87′s
Dolce Gabbana belt, know the Mack-11
First name Gots
Last name Ends
Fix your mouth, fix your face, you might get a Benz

[Verse 2 - Lil′ Boosie]
Put that on momma my daddy and everything I love
For everything I rap
My gangstas in the trap
You can′t see me with a magnifying glass
200 on the dash, try some games, I′ll bust ya ass
Nigga whole click, iPhones
Nigga, get your shine on
Used to whip it up and zip it up
Now it′s the microphone
No man alive can′t stop my shine, I′m a hustla mayne
I want it bad cause Bad Azz came from nothing man
Shining on ′em, griding on ′em, bout what I′m talking bout
If I show your bitch my house, she gone take my dick and floss
Show after show I′m getting dough
100 G′s at a time
I′m MJ round my way and Louisiana is mine, nigga!

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

I′m here now you old news
Gotta couple old porches, couple old schools
I′ll line ya ass up push ya tape backwards
Cuz ima real nigga I don′t like rappers
And that ain′t this and this ain′t that
And bitch I′m strapped
Fuck wit real niggaz that′ll cut ya throat
And they don′t drink Pepsi they just sell Coke
All I do is talk dro its like my brain on drugs
See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs
Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack of 20-dollar bill two bands in the middle

[Chorus]
All the gangstas they gon ride to this
They gon grind to this
They gon shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
this is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon ride to this
They gon grind to this
They gon shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music, this is hustler music, and
this is hustler music

We don′t talk on the phone cuz it might stick
Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick
Dirty birds nigga we play wit dem falcons
Know some niggaz in the Decatur that pay for dem falcons
Talking young hungry niggaz eat ya whole plate
Jeezy place the order niggaz eat ya whole face
You got me Mr. Scrooge all fucked up
Jump out hit the switch light ya ass up
Carbon 15 wit the one pound drum
Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some
We don′t leave ′em at the house we bring ′em out
My chain for yo life we can swap it out

[Chorus]

The hoes love my voice
Make they pussy moist
Certified g shit and I′m the gangsta′s choice
Niggaz popping off hope they bullet proof
Leave holes inside ya like a sunroof
Mack 11 in the club and a sub nose
Swear to God knock you niggaz out ya clothes
Lay ya ass flat like a doormat
Niggaz ask for but they don′t want that
In the rap game takin niggaz clientele
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a fuck about a playa hater

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Young Jeezy: Talking]

Ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz
I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa)
I ride on these niggaz

Let′s get it!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Super charger, the same color as PJ
(yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range
Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah)
Audio, video, you caught on tape
That′s a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum)
In ′9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale
Back and forth, like Aliyah
Chances of gettin′ rich is like one-in-a-million
(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion
Flashin′ lights, my mind′s playin′ tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin′ at a nigga
You know, you feelin′ ya heart fall into ya feet
Summertime niggaz still ridin′ with the heat
Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino
Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

And I′m the muhfuckin′ bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain′t never sold the weight
And I′m the muhfuckin′ bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain′t never sold the weight
And I′m the muhfuckin′ bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain′t never touched the weight
And I′m the muhfuckin′ bi-nuss...
They lies, they phonies, they fakes,
These niggaz ain′t never touched the weight
And I′m the muhfuckin′ bi-nuss...

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

Nowadayz the GT′s glock black (cheaaa!)
The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone
I′m 36 souls away
From givin′ the mic up and goin′ back to the streetz (naww)
What′s the difference, I still eat the same
A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same
You niggaz rappin′ ′bout blow, like it′s a fad
Nigga this is my life, I ain′t tryna set trends
′Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends
Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard
Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

I stay on the block, and risk my life
Day in and day out until a nigga sold out
You niggaz playin′, I show you what that street shit ′bout
Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains
Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave
Either way it′s gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale
You rappin′-ass niggaz ain′t never sold no yams
I′m talkin′ sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays
Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays
You was in the studio, I was on the block
In the kitchen at the spot goin′ hard with the blocks
25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

[Hook]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

f/ Lil′ Jon

[Intro]
OK, OK, OK
This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy
It′s A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
It′s A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy

[Sean Paul]
They callin′ me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a/k/a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin′ in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K′s in
I′m still Attic A-double T-I-C
It ain′t a hoe out there fo real who don′t know ′bout me
Bitch I′m fo sho wit it don′t make me pop that trunk to the ′Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain′t selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won′t catch me sippin′ on no Cris and got a cold billy
It′s Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin′, comin′ straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave ′em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

[Hook: Lil′ Jon]
If you don′t give a damn, we don′t give a fuck
If you don′t give a damn, we don′t give a fuck
If you don′t give a damn, we don′t give a fuck
If you don′t give a damn, we don′t give a fuck
Don′t start no shit, it won′t be no shit
Don′t start no shit, it won′t be no shit
Don′t start no shit, it won′t be no shit
Don′t start no shit, it won′t be no shit

[J-Bo]
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone cuz that′s my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it′s Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that′s if you lookin to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I′m the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
And dawg I′m not the one that you really just wanna clown
I′m cool in my way, but shit still I shut ′em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut ′bout slizzard somewhere that′s how we do

[Hook]

[Sean Paul]
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon′ need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB′d up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin′ the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain′t hoe with it
And I ain′t selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin′ big boy shit
Me muggin′ like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

[J-Bo]
Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin′ like it ain′t nuttin′ new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
It′s them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so don′t be surprised
We buckin′ blowin′ chillin′ and sippin′ on something good
I′m peepin′ out the scenery and wishin′ a nigga would
In case it just might pop I′m ′bout ready to lock and load
To take you thru the South to show you how we throw dem bows

@ YoungBloodZ

Текст песни:

Припев:
От спальни и до кухни.
Её любимые маршруты.
Просыпаюсь под утро.
С моей новой подругой.
Я дал ей шанс.
Чувствую себя, как босс.
Я не знаю других слов.
Я дал ей знать.
Мне легко сказать ей "Стоп".
Мне легко сказать ей все.

Снова с малышкой, как Бэти Бук.
Большая бути, так хочет кнут.
Пробовал все: толкать траву,
До схавать круг и сесть за руль.
Дал взятку копам и еду в клуб,
Я чаще щеток у сук во рту.
Потри мне лампу, но я не джин.
Можешь оставить лампу во рту.
Ты известней, но я лучше.
Она хочет быть любимой с*чкой.
От спальни и до кухни.
Это её основные маршруты.
Близняшки и джакузи.
Она скачет на мне, как на батуте.
Плоские с*ки не в моем вкусе,
Передай это своей подруге.
Ее киска - это мой второй дом,
Опускайся, нагибайся slow pow.
Тебе стоит это делать нон-стоп.
Если твою мать ты хочешь в роддом.
Снимай t-show, смывайте make-up,
Они хотят приручить меня - ха, никогда!
Гребаный лайф-стайл, как у меня,
Требует кондом, контекст три мешка.
Янчи не влюбляется он плохая задн*ца.
Она так хочет воспитать моих дочек.
Но я не доверю с*ке Lil-Yanix′a,
Эти пусси ниггеры так парятся.
Я сомневаюсь, что у них есть яйца.
Никогда не бегайте за маленькой.
Даже если она очень нравится.

Припев.

Бей по полу, как от болевого,
Если не готова делать это долго.
Есть набор на машине Honda,
И вытер орган об автоштору.
Уснул на ж*пе этой красотки,
Длинные ноги - основа.
Мы сходим с ума, только я и я она.
И она, она, она, их много!
Яникс, юзает заек, у твоих типов зависть.
Не парясь плюю в их хари.
Девочки тонут в моих двух кариях.
Прыгай на мой шест, покажи танец.
Я говорил тебе - белый чл*н парит,
Могу быть ее парнем и тр*хать ее в ванной.
Откуда эта влага, от нее или от крана?
Она мажет мои новые тату,
Бич, можно я буду называть тебя Усу.
Но не потому что я тебе люблю,
С*ка, я не помню, как тебя зовут.
Залетаю, залетаю в этот клуб,
Они раздеваются за пару штук.
Если нет, если нет,
Я могу накинуть еще пару штук.
С*ка, я пытаюсь быть лучшим,
Лучше попытайся быть лучшей.
Раз тебе еще важны чувства.
И так надо быть моей музой.
А пока я задыхаюсь в дыме,
Пью за всех кого нет с нами.
Все что мы делаем чилим.
Пока они наблюдают.

Припев.

@ Yanix

Текст песни:

no fame
all there is
all there was
on the second lady
can′t take a cent
take a cut of that
kind of ran
I′ll stand kind of bent
kind of pushed
on that heavy land
I′ll stand for the sake of my friends
well, I will see him there

Down
down
count me down
down
down, boy
down
count me down
down, boy
down, boy
down, boy
down

the same
not begin
not give up
in a better way
again, kept the stain
off his bed
not to split them off
I′ll stand for the sake of my friends
I will see him there
well, I will see him there

Down
down
count me down
down
down, boy
down
count me down
down, boy
down, boy
down, boy
down
down
count me down
down
Down, boy

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

I got a man who makes me wanna kill
I got a man who makes me wanna kill
I got a man he makes me wanna uh
I got a man who makes me wanna Kill

I got a man who makes me wanna die
I got a man who makes me wanna die
I got a man who makes me wanna OH!
I got a man who makes me wanna die

We′re all gonna burn in hell.
I said we′re all gonna burn in hell
Because we do what we gotta go
Yeah well and we got the fever to tell
I said we got the fever to tell

Hey!
Come on!
Hurry now Uh Hu
Hey
Uh
Come on

I got a man who makes me
I got a man who makes the devil pale
I got a man who makes me wanna kill
I got a man who makes me wanna kill Yeah

We′re all gonna burn in hell.
I said we′re all gonna burn in hell
Because we do what we gotta go
Yeah well and we got the fever to tell
I said we got the fever to tell

I got a man
Well
I got a man
Hey
I got a man
yeah
I got a man

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

Yeah New York
Yeah Manhattan
Yeah New York
Yeah Big Apple

Come on Come on

Red hair pink eyes A wwwwwwwww
goodbye
Red hair pink eyes A wwwwwwwwww
Goodbye

Lavender pink dye A wwwwwwwwww
Goodbye
Lavender Pink dye A wwwwwwwwwwww
Goodbye

@ Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Текст песни:

This can′t be home... anymore
This can′t be home... anymore

If you, think I
Have not been missing
The way she breathes
You are mistaken, my friend
I′ve fallen down
So put your mouth on
My bloody knees

One night with me and
I′ve broken your trust
I′d hate to be the bond
You know is gonna bust
(know is gonna bust)
Hurting lungs breathing
Sighs of disgust

This cant be home... anymore
This cant be home... anymore

Now cold concrete
Blank walls are staring
Into your lonely eyes
I duck behind them
And hope that you won′t go
And ask for answers to
Why I made you cry

I never wanted us to fade out
Resting on a love that fell apart
Where are you?
I need you
You still have, still have my heart

I never wanted us to fade out (fade out)
Resting on a love that fell apart (torn apart)
Where are you?
I need you
You still have, still have my heart

One night with me and
I′ve broken your trust
I′d hate to be the bond
You know is gonna bust
(know is gonna bust)
Hurting lungs breathing
Sighs of disgust

This cant be home...anymore
This cant be home...anymore

Open up my heart
Open up my heart
Open up my heart
Open up my heart...

@ Yellowcard