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07-08-2001
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All Music (новости и тексты песен) #63
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Artist: All Saints
Title: Pure Shores
Album: The Beach Soundtrack
I've crossed the deserts for miles, swam water for time Searching places to find A piece of something to call mine (I'm comin', I'm comin') A piece of something to call mine (I'm comin', comin' closer to you) Ran along many moors, walked through many doors The place where I wanna be Is the place I can call mine (I'm comin', I'm comin') Is the place I can call mine (I'm comin', comin' closer to you) I'm movin', I'm comin' Can you hear what I hear? It's calling you my dear, out of reach (Take me to the beach) I can hear it calling you I'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Never been here before I'm intrigued, I'm unsure I'm searching for more I've got something that's all mine I've got something that's all mine Take me somewhere I can breathe, I've got so much to see This is where I wanna be In a place I can call mine In a place I can call mine I'm movin', I'm comin' Can you hear what I hear? It's calling you my dear, out of reach (Take me to the beach) I can hear it calling you I'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Movin', comin', can you hear what I hear? (Hear it out of reach) I hear it calling you Swimming closer to you Many faces I have seen Many places I have been Walked deserts, swam shores (coming closer to you) Many faces I have known Many ways in which I've grown Moving closer on my own (Coming closer to you) I'm movin', I feel it I'm comin', not drowning I'm movin', I feel it I'm comin', not drowning I'm movin', I'm comin' Can you hear what I hear? It's calling you my dear, out of reach (Take me to the beach) I can hear it calling you I'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Take me to my beach) I'm movin', I'm comin' Can you hear what I hear? It's calling you my dear, out of reach (Take me to the beach) I can hear it calling you I'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you...
Artist: Blu Cantrell
Title: Hit 'Em Up Style
Album: Unknown
While he was scheming I was beamin' in the Beamer, just beamin' Can't believe that I caught my man cheatin' So I found another way to make him pay for it all So I went To Neiman-Marcus on a shopping spree And on the way I grabbed Soley and Mia And as the cash box rang I thought everything away (Oops) There goes the dreams we used to say (Oops) There goes the time we spent away (Oops) There goes the love I had but you cheated on me And that's worth that now (Oops) There goes the house we made a home (Oops) There goes you'll never leave me alone For all the lies you told This is what you owe Hey ladies When your man wanna get buckwild Just go back and hit 'em up style Put your hands on his cash And spend it to the last dime For all the hard times Oh When you go, then everything goes From the crib to the ride and the clothes So you better let him know that If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up While he was braggin' I was coming down the hill and just draggin' All his pictures and his clothes in the bag and Sold everything else 'til there was just nothin' left And I paid All the bills about a month too late It's a shame we have to play these games The love we had just fades away, away (Oops) There goes the dreams we used to say (Oops) There goes the time we spent away (Oops) There goes the love I had but you cheated on me And that's worth that now (Oops) There goes the house we made a home (Oops) There goes you'll never leave me alone For all the lies you told This is what you owe Hey ladies When your man wanna get buckwild Just go back and hit 'em up style Put your hands on his cash And spend it to the last dime For all the hard times Oh When you go, then everything goes From the crib to the ride and the clothes So you better let him know that If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up Hey ladies When your man wanna get buckwild Just go back and hit 'em up style Put your hands on his cash And spend it to the last dime For all the hard times Oh When you go, then everything goes From the crib to the ride and the clothes So you better let him know that If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up All of the dreams you sold Left me out in the cold What happened to the days when we used to trust each other And all of the things I sold Will take you until you get old To get 'em back without me Cuz it might be better then money or sex Hey ladies When your man wanna get buckwild Just go back and hit 'em up style Put your hands on his cash And spend it to the last dime For all the hard times Oh When you go, then everything goes From the crib to the ride and the clothes So you better let him know that If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Title: Y'all Gone Miss Me
Album: Tha Last Meal
(feat. KoKane)
[fades in] .. {y'all gone miss me}
Yeah y'all gone miss me
[harmonizing] Never miss what you had 'til it's gone
Yeah, y'all gone miss me
(y'all gone miss me) Yeah, y'all gone miss me
[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit
befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it?
Showed you how to tie a flag on your head
and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead
Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds
Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head
Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki
Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee
Check my styles, check my files
I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth
Keep it gangbang 100 proof
E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me?
Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy
I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast
Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies
[Chorus: KoKane]
Rain-drops, falling on my head
Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread
Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head
Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed
[Snoop Dogg]
Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick
Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease)
I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more
I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe
Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?)
Windows on tint, ridin like the President
It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah)
I moved out the hood like I should (say what?)
And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?)
But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood
20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good
Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say?
Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you
Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it
And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin
[Chorus w/ variations]
[Snoop Dogg]
Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on
Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home
with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers
Bonafied killers
The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet
Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal
I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal
I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof)
and buckin two shots at the devil
Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel
Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass
Remember my name and remember my face
Remember these words, and remember the taste
And remember, we all gotta leave this place
I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game
The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang"
[Chorus Two: KoKane]
Rain-drops, fallin on my head
Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread
Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head
Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed
[harmonizing to fade with interjections of "y'all gone miss me"]
Artist: Portishead
Title: Roads
Album: Unknown
Ohh, can't anybody see We've got a war to fight Never found our way Regardless of what they say How can it feel, this wrong From this moment How can it feel, this wrong Storm.. in the morning light I feel No more can I say Frozen to myself I got nobody on my side And surely that ain't right And surely that ain't right Ohh, can't anybody see We've got a war to fight Never found our way Regardless of what they say How can it feel, this wrong From this moment How can it feel, this wrong How can it feel, this wrong This moment How can it feel, this wrong Ohh, can't anybody see We've got a war to fight Never found our way Regardless of what they say How can it feel, this wrong From this moment How can it feel, this wrong
Artist: Methods Of Mayhem
Title: Get Naked
Album: Unknown
77 million dollars made from watchin' Me cum under the sun on my vacation, After hours on spectravision shootin' My jizzy jizum the woody has rizzy risen, I ain't gettin' paid to entertain your bridal showers, Rockin' my porno tape for hours and hours, @#$%^&* are fearin' me it's bigger than ron jeremy. Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak And i've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week, And if you ask me I'll be glad to speak Until we get butt naked and break it down with nasty. Get, get naked C'mon baby make it hot Get, get naked Ride the cock till ya hit the spot Get, get naked C'mon baby make it hot Get naked Doin' it doggy style...... Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay bow wow yippie yo yippie yay The little geisha ho from Tokyo who said she could blow, Ten dollars love me longtime in a limo, for really doh, I'm just tryin' to fly with the flows Freak up some ho's blow up the shows, Make a little dough-ho as if you didn't know, Back to the stripclub freakin' up some ho-hos Swingin' my dingaling it ain't no thang. It's those intergalactic hos who came down In those space probes, Fine green hienas representin' with no clothes Mix master mike Mix master mike Makin' the pussy tight no jimmy, No gimmie, no lust in the methods of mayhem we trust, So rip off your clothes and expose your busts Cause it's them ass cheeks That make my ass weak and I've been runnin' With the blueballs since last week, And if you ask me I'll be glad to speak Until we get butt naked and break it down with nasty. Get, get naked C'mon baby make it hot Get, get naked Ride the cock till ya hit the spot Get, get naked C'mon baby make it hot Get naked
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