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07-08-2001
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All Music (новости и тексты песен)
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Artist: D-12
Title: Ain't Nuttin' But Music (по заявке '2Pac')
Album: Devil's Night [2001]
[Eminem]
It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids
Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
Whoops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder
to figure out than what Britney's tit size is (oooh)
I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch (so what?)
You and Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits {*smak*}
You know how many shits I give? I wish I did
So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
This just in, Britney just dissed Justin
She just fucked Ben, got pit fucked and dick sucked him
If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I can't, shit?
God damn bitch, I'm rich, I can't understand this
Are those pictures I made of us together on the internet
as close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back?
And shit, when it comes to that, I hit harder from the back
than Everlast, when he's pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass
Just give me one more chance, Britney hit me one more time
Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line
to sniff, you fuckers know what time it is
Fuck your jewelery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH!
[HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre]
What's goin on in the world today
People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay
Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll
Tell 'em Dre (it ain't nuttin but music)
[Bizarre]
Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do
So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too
Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes
Gary's broke, Todd's snortin coke, and Dana overdosed
(Awww) I got two little boys with me
Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me (hee-heee!)
I'm up early wit my hair curly
Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley!
[Kuniva]
A lot of rappers are livin in la la land
That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha Men
As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad
I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad
My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned
And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky
But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junkie
I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene
[Kon Artis]
So all the independent women in the house! [HOUSE!]
Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! [WHAT?!]
[Proof]
Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie
Whitney Houston, the shit's she's usin [SNIFF!]
Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal
Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbell's
PeeWee Herman's, peep show places
Public restrooms? Beat those cases
[HOOK]
[Swifty McVay]
Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us [for what]
We done turned their kids into little body snatchers
Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue
Are you sure you want niggaz 21 to carry guns?
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme
Where you work you ain't gettin paid for that overtime
It's only music, media know it but they blind
I aint in y'all light, so stay the hell up outta mine
Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin
If you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin!)
Tryin to get us to leave cause what we say just ain't clean (uh uh)
But holdin back on what I say just ain't me
[Kon Artis]
Now what's these parents so mad for? (Your music is bad for 'em!)
For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers
Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch
(SHUT UP!) Broke or rich, I still do the same old shit
I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit
So when they ask me about my sarcasticness
I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Title: Rollin' (по заявке Afan)
Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water
Move in now move out Hands up na hands down Back up back up Tell me whatcha gonna do now Breathe in now breathe out Hands up na hands down Back up back up Tell me whatcha gonna do now Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin (x4) Now i know yall be lovin this shit right here L.i.m.p. bizkit is right here People in the house put them hands in the air Cause if u dont care then we dont care 123x 2 to the 6 Jonesin for the things that the limp bizkit makes So where the fuck u at boy Shut the fuck up and back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up (throw your hands up) Move in now move out Hands up na hands down Back up back up Tell me whatcha gonna do now Breathe in now breathe out Hands up na hands down Back up back up Tell me whatcha gonna do now Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin (x4) You wanna mess with limp bizkit (yeah) U cant mess with limp bizkit (why?) Because we get it on (when) Every dad and every night (oh) See this platinum thing right here (uh- huh) I'm gonna do that all the time (oh) So u better get some better beats and uhhh Get some better rhymes (owww!) We got the game set So don't complain yet 24-7 never beggin for a rain check Old school soldiers passin out the hot shit The rock shit, put it back in the mosh pits ( throw your hands up) Move in now move out Hands up na hands down Back up back up Tell me whatcha gonna do now Breathe in now breathe out Hands up na hands down Back up back up Tell me whatcha gonna do now Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin (x4) Hey ladies (yeah) Hey fellas (yeah) And the people who dont give a fuck (yeah) All the lovers(yeah) All the haters(yeah) And all the people who call themselves players(yeah) Hot mammas (yeah) Pimp daddys (yeah) And all the people rollin up in caddys (yeah) Hey rockers (yeah) Hip-hoppers (yeah) And everybody all around the world! Move in now move out Hands up na hands down Back up back up Tell me whatcha gonna do now Breathe in now breathe out Hands up na hands down Back up back up Tell me whatcha gonna do now Keep rollin rollin rollin rollin (x4)
Artist: Dr. Dre ft. Eminem
Title: Forgot About Dre (по заявке Игоря)
Album: Chronic 2001
[Dr Dre] Ya'll know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No books, no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Hoe Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the oldies Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me [chorus] x2 [Eminem] Nowadays everybody wants to talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] Yo what do you say to somebody you hate I really wasn't tryna bring trouble your way ? And study your tape of NWA One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not It's harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck In a two car garage Hopin out wit two broken legs Tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'm kill you too and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when them cops can't come And me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still won't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today tomorrows the new And I'm still loco and nuts To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the tent goes up to the mid 80's Callin in ladies Sorry Doc I been crazy There is no way that you can save me Its ok go wit them Hailey [chorus] x2 [Dr Dre] If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Now everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath Ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Knew that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch [Chorus] x3
Artist: Linkin' Park
Title: Crawlin' (по заявкe Huba)
Album: Hybrid Theory
Crawling in my skin These wounds / they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Consuming / confusing This lack of self control I fear is never ending Controlling / I can’t seem To find myself again My walls are closing in [Without a sense of confidence / I’m convinced there's just too much pressure to take] I’ve felt this way before So insecure Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me Distracting / reacting Against my will I stand beside my own reflection It’s haunting how I can’t seem To find myself again My walls are closing in [Without a sense of confidence / I’m convinced there's just too much pressure to take] I’ve felt this way before So insecure...
Artist: Crazy Town
Title: Butterfly (по заявке Belya)
Album: The Gift of Game
CHORUS: Come my lady Come come my lady you're my butterfly Sugar.baby (X2) Such a sexy,sexy pretty little thing Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring and I ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try Butterflies in her eyes and looks to kill Time is passing I'm asking could this be real Cause I can't sleep I can't hold still The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal I can feel too much is never enough You're always there to lift me up When these times get rough I was lost Now I'm found Ever since you've been around You're the women that I want So yo, I'm putting it down. CHORUS I don't deserve you unless it's some kind of hidden message to show me life is precious Then I guess it's true To tell truth, I really never knew T'll I met you I was lost and confused Twisted and used up Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it My lifestyle's wild I was living like a wild child Trapped on a short leash paroled the police files And yo. what' s happening now? I see the sun breaking shining through dark clouds and a vision of you standing out in a crowd. CHORUS Hey sugar momma, come and dance with me The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me So, what ever tickles your fancy Girl it's you like Sid and Nancy So sexy....almost evil Talkin' about butterflies in my head I used to think happy endings were only in the books I read but you made me feel alive when I was almost dead You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase and as far as I can see it don't get better than this So butterfly, here is a song and it's sealed with a kiss and a thank you miss. CHORUS
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