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Category Archives: Europe

Jamiroquai – World That He Wants Lyrics

Why does this man
Defy the storm and burn us all
Each time his hand waves
The sun it sets on lonely graves
Haven’t we read this page before
We’re gonna lose the war
Put down the glory flag
Nothing will be the same

This is the world he wants
Pray for the brave and the young
It won’t bring them back again

Stillness you know that it reigns supreme
And suffocates our only dream
No birds can sing here
They’ve flown away
They didn’t even say
When they’d be back again

Will they come back again
Unleash the hounds of hell
Whip up the fury wind
Hidden inside his dome

This is the world he wants
Pray for the brave and the young
He knows they’re not coming home
Now do you ever, ever get the feeling
Ever get the feeling
This is the world that he wants
Do you ever get the feeling
Ever get the feeling
This is the world that he wants
This is the world he wants
This is the world he wants

Category Archives: Europe

Margot & The Nuclear So & So’s – Avalanche Lyrics

She said, “love is like an avalanche
At least I think it should be”
And a woman made of foreign parts
Was making love to me
The poetry and shaking limbs
You stood naked on a stage
And swore that hope would save your soul
Then gave your soul away to them
And then

My head was like a hurricane
That blew when we were sad
And we walked along the freezing block
And loved the life we had
Whispering our childhood
And the day that we would die
And how every breath that leaves our lungs

Was kissing us goodbye

And I watched you drown
In your cold hometown
And I burned my tongue
And I talk too much

[Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do
Do do do do do]
If there’s 50 ways to leave your love
There must be 50 more
So forget about someone you hate
Once you’ve shown her to the door

And I watch you choke
On the things you need the most
And I burn my tongue
But I talk too much

Category Archives: Europe

Victor Manuel – Un Cura De Aldea Lyrics

Tien una vieya sotana
Y un bonete muy gastau
Tien un rosariu con cuentes
De madera y un breviariu
Que lu reza todos los dies
Cuando el sol ya ta baxando
En atapecer de oru
O en atapecer de orbayu

Per la laborá diz la misa
Cuando atapez el rosaiu
Per la nochi xuega al tute
Y en la cama reza al santu
Y asomau al corredor
Ponse el probe atristayau
Cavila si el so vivir
Non tará ya fracasau

La iglesia fecha de piedra

Ta del pueblu en lo más alto
Y ye un gozu les campanes
Repicar nel campanariu
Y cerquina de la iglesia
Tien so casina el bon parracu
Enllená de los afanes
Que el vivir va filvanado

Per les mañanes la misa
Cunado atapez el rosariu
Como una esfueya bendita
Fecha de rezos y cantos
Y en el camín de vuelta el chigre
Ya conoz el su fracasu
Si de nochi vuelve a casa
Despacin pasin a pasu

Category Archives: Europe

Big Big Train – Powder Monkey Lyrics

Blind out
Even as we speak out
Even as the fallout
Falls out
Raining down

We’re smoked out
Even as we reach out
Even as the fallout
Falls out
On and on

You’re nothing at all
Nothing to fear
A mere pounder after all
(death enters the room)

“Well I’m here
You’ll forgive me
For not giving my real name
It’s time to come now
She can’t go with you.”
(Pilot leaves; she enters the room)
“I won’t not cry for you
I won’t get by for you
I won’t
I’m torn in pieces
Torn apart”

Category Archives: Europe

Swavay – Yaya Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
I done been through so much bullshit
On my mama, gotta get rich
Been up, been down
Stayed up, stayed down
On my mama, catch it, I’ll never lose it (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 1]
I’m the best rapper in Atlanta right now, straight up
f*ck playin’ around with these niggas, just get your weight up
Hometown hero everyone on I’m on the way up
I’m ready to ball, you in the line for layups
Atlanta legend, f*ck around and run for mayor
Ghetto nigga means I’m not runnin’ from no paper
Soon as I catch the wave, I’m finna hurricane
And bring the gang and run the gang
Niggas just rappin’ fast, not sayin’ shit
One more niggas slide us off with they wigs
Nigga keep cappin’, they sponsored by Lids
I’ma keep snappin’ cause when I was kid
I made myself I promise, I’m gon make it big off of tellin’ my story
I came from the pit, means I’m not wastin’ verses, I’m not wastin’ time
Just to stay on your ass, better come with your hits
Better come with lyrics better than all that shit you been bullshitin’
I’m Bernie Mac-in’, you a stool pigeon
I’m a fool with it, I’m a big dog, you a cool midget
Under no condition, in your position, you gon’ keep your spot
This André 3000 on Speakerboxxx
Tried to keep me out, but then I bend the lock
I’m the new king of the city, nigga

[Bridge]
I was in them ‘partments
Had to feed myself ’cause I wasn’t gon’ be starvin’
Mama ain’t get home ’til late
Had to make it ándale
Put my ten thousand, I was in, I can’t make no mistakes
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)

[Verse 2]
I can not slow up for nobody
I cannot depend on you, need my own copy

She love me way too damn much, she got no bodies
I got my foot on the gas, other foot on your neck
She see me, her legs intersect
You download your raps off of Pinterest
I heard your album, two songs in, lost my interest
This ain’t no new shit, I been the best
I’m good in my city, don’t need no vest
After I drop, you’ll be put to rest
You ain’t the one, just a good finesse
I dare you niggas try a nigga
Try Young Metro, try my woman
Try this DOLO, try my writtens
Try to start any type of division
It’s gon’ be a different mission, exhibition
Thank God I’m a Christian, ooh

[Chorus]
I done been through so much bullshit
On my mama, gotta get rich
Been up, been down
Stayed up, stayed down
On my mama, catch it, I’ll never lose it (Yeah, uh)
I done been through so much bullshit
On my mama, gotta get rich
Been up, been down
Stayed up, stayed down
On my mama, catch it, I’ll never lose it (Yeah, uh)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

[Outro Skit: J-Money]
The real ain’t gotta speak, man, you feel where I’m coming from?
What I, what I’m skressin’? What are-what we contestin’? What?
I’m the man in between the man, like–I mean, niggas say whatever
They can say a lot of things about J-Money
On this [?], “He got robbed one time,” or, uh, “He f*cked my ho”
But, basically, all they can say is:
“Damn, that nigga always be between the man”
“He always juugin’ on somethin’,”
“He always keep the loud”
“He always stupid, uh, futuristic”
Fly, shawty got the sway
Don’t brush my hair, still got some damn waves
Get paid in a hundred and nine ways
Come on, y’all know that

Category Archives: Europe

Burn – Cleanse Lyrics

This is why you curse the sky above as above so below it’s no surprise you never learned how to float

Don’t need any answeres yes. What you know now you will soon forget. I’ve tried my whole life my stubborn mind overthinks

Cannibalize these wrong thoughts or i’ll use them as a resource

Cleanse my mind cleanse my minds eye

In search of the time when everything will release from tension while my eyes spy on those living in ascension

So out of reach I’m stretching. Will I turn to dust before I learn this lesson?

Call me a fool for still waiting hoping with the patient saints. No expectations without vacation

Too smart for my own good a page from the wrong book if I bothered to look if everything is meant to be tie my hands and set me free set me free!

Category Archives: Europe

Fink – Bloom Innocent Lyrics

Not a single cloud in the sky tonight
Endless, it’s endless
I don’t want to live my life with my feet on the ground, no
Just looking at it, just looking at it
Neither do you, no, neither do you

I know it’s hard to have faith with no safety net
I know it’s hard to have faith with no safety net
I don’t want to live my life from the shore, just looking

Neither do you, no, neither do you

And I want to see the moon rise up on a different horizon
And I want to see those cute freckles bloom in the sun
Bloom innocent, bloom innocent, bloom innocent
(Bloom in the sun)

Innocent
(Innocent)

Category Archives: Europe

V Don – Ignorance Lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Nast]
Uh, they tell me ignorance is bliss
But who the f*ck this ignant’ nigga is?
That’s Nasty baby bitch, I’m on that ignant’ nigga shit
And if a nigga bitch with it I’ll be in the crib hittin’
Couch-side eatin’ popcorn with my socks on
40-cal, drink in my hand, bumpin’ a ‘Pac song
Say that shit that’s bogus and you niggas know it
Hey nigga quit your Hocus Pocus you belong in circus
How you clown rappers ‘posed to shine when the lights is broken?
I find your circuit breaker open, I decide to blow it
Uh, you rappers ain’t spitters anyway
I’ll splatter your favorite rapper and kill him any day
I say that shit with plenty save
I’m a dog my nigga and I’ve seen plenty days
I have my days my nigga
But I’m still stuck up in my ways my nigga, I never change

[Hook 1: A$AP Nast]
Nasty baby crack in the sack ’90s nigga
I never change, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby
Ignant’ nigga, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby
This ignant’ nigga, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby
I never change, you rappers ain’t spitters anyways
Ignant’ nigga, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby
I have my days my nigga
But I’m still stuck up in my ways my nigga, I never change

[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]
They tell me ignorance is bliss, but who the f*ck is ignant’?
That’s looney gangster Mac-11, what’s the quickest path to heaven?

Xanax or this .357 that’s my only question
I’m on the edge of a refill
Thinkin: if these drugs don’t get me then the streets will
No big deal
I ain’t new to the bodies droppin’ for cheap thrills
Riddin’ since the Big Wheels, with the hot fries
Them Hush Puppies, no [?], we cross t’s and dot i’s
You cross lines, your knots bigger than Popeyes
Make you slap the taste out your momma mouth
Think twice ‘fore you look once
I pop-pop pa pop-pop, them brains turn to fruit punch
I’m in that bag again, Mini Van Damme man
Con man’s jumpin’ out the body-bag they had me in
How you kill a killer? I’m a lil killer
Meets Curtis Jackson, a lil dealer, nigga ain’t nothin’ iller
I spit in your shades, red rag wrapped on my face
Tec on the waist, a couple pints stashed in the safe
Since free lunch had them brown bags stacked for the case
I said I would change, I guess I’m just stuck in my ways

[Hook 2: A$ton Matthews]
Mini Van Damme, that’s looney gangster Mac-11
Mini Van, looney gangster Mac-11
I’m in that bag again, that’s looney gangster Mac-11
Drugs don’t get me then the streets will
I’m on the edge of a refill, red rag wrapped on my face
Tec on the waist, I’m on the edge of a refill, Mini Van Damme

Category Archives: Europe

Babes – I Need Love Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can’t say that I always do the right thing
I’m not even sure If I know what that means
I’d like to be someone who’s honest and tough
And I fear that I’m close but I’m not close enough

[Pre Chorus]
I’d like to cry
But I can’t get into
And I thought about dying
I’m not sure how to do it

[Chorus]
I need love
I need love
I need love
I need love
Yeah

[Verse 2]
A slap on the ham
Or a kiss on the mouth
Doesn’t mean that I’m up
It doesn’t mean that I’m down
I always said sunshine can do what it wants
But sometimes I wish you would want me

[Pre Chorus]
I’d like to cry
But I can’t get into
And I thought about dying
I’m not sure how to do it

[Chorus]
I need love
I need love
I need love
I need love
Yeah

Category Archives: Europe

Emman – Kung Pwede Lang Lyrics

‘Di na kita nararamdaman
Totoo bang nandiyan ka lang o sinabi mo lang
Para nga naman gumaan mararamdaman ko sayo
Umasa akong masasagutan
Katanungang gumugulo sa kaisipan
Sino na ang kakapitan at sasandalan ko ngayon?

Ngayon ikaw ay nandito pero alam ko
Mamaya-maya lang aalis ka na rito
Pahiram naman ako ng oras mo
Pasilip naman ako sa iyong mundo
Penge naman ako ng yakap mo
(Ipaalam mo sa akin ang ‘yong gusto)
Penge naman ako ng yakap mo
(Kelangan kong malaman itutuloy pa ba to kasi)

La na ‘kong nararamdaman
Iba na rin kung paano mo ‘ko tingnan
Sabi mo ay nandiyan ka lang
Kung pwede lang magparamdam ka naman
(Kung pwede lang)
(Kung pwede lang)
(Kung pwede lang)

Kung pwede lang sabihin sakin ayaw mo na
Wag na rin natin hayaan mapunta pa

Sa di natin gusto, ayoko maglaro
Sayang pawis ko paghabol sayo
Pero kung gusto mong masalba pa
Sabihin mo lang sakin ako na ang taya
Di madali pero magmamadali
Sulit sakin bawat patak ng sandali

Ikaw ay nandito pero alam ko
Mamaya-maya lang ako na lang ulit to
Palimos naman ng oras mo
Pasiksik naman [-] sa ‘yong mundo
Penge naman ako ng yakap mo
(Ipaalam mo sa akin ang ‘yong gusto)
Penge naman ako ng yakap mo
(Kelangan kong malaman itutuloy pa ba to kasi)

La na ‘kong nararamdaman
Iba na rin kung paano mo ‘ko tingnan
Sabi mo ay nandiyan ka lang
Kung pwede lang magparamdam ka naman
(Kung pwede lang)
(Kung pwede lang)
(Kung pwede lang)
(Kung pwede lang)
(Kung pwede lang)

Category Archives: Europe

Jamestown Story – Come Back Home Lyrics (feat. Stephen Jerzak)

And I’m back to the way that it was again
And now I’m looking for a reason to change this
And I would’ve never thought that this was over, but
I’m too familiar with the second chances and
I hope you feel the same

I know you said that this will not be permanent
If that’s correct, then why’s this feel like it’s the end?

Come back home to me. (because my life just isn’t)
What it used to be. (without you here)
It kills me just to see

That a part of me is gone (that a part of me is gone)
And I’m trying to forget the past
But I wish you weren’t so hard to forget. (hard to forget)
And now you’re not around
I’m sure that you found another place to feel alive
Without me by your side

I know you said, that this will not be permanent
But, it’s not correct, ’cause there’s no chance for
Us to stay alive (us to stay alive)

Come back home to me. (because my life just isn’t)

What it used to be. (without you here)
It kills me just to see
That a part of me is gone
That a part of me is gone
That a part of me is gone

Is there something I could say to bring you back to me
And fix this mess we’re in?
Every night I seem to find myself awake
‘Cause I wish that I could change (could change)
The way (the way) you feel
Yeah, I wish that I could change (could change)
The way (the way) you feel

(Come back home to me because my life just isn’t what it used to be)

Come back home to me. (because my life just isn’t)
What it used to be. (without you here)
It kills me just to see
That a part of me is gone
That a part of me is gone
And I wish that you would…

(Come back home to me)
And I wish that you would
(Come back home to me)
And I wish that you would
(Come back home to me)
And I wish that you’d come home

Category Archives: Europe

Simple Minds – The American Lyrics

Here comes the shape, the speech that can’t wait.
I see you’re weight, shape, bib on his overalls.
What do you know about this world, anyway?
I see a man with a left-field plan,
“I call a vote for to light up the sky.”
What do you know about this world, anyway?
Ameri-ameri-ameri-ameri American
and caught into flame.
Ameri-ameri-ameri-ameri American
massacre the day.
Ameri-ameri-ameri-ameri American
and caught into flame.
Ameri-ameri-ameri-ameri American
massacre the day.
Here comes the flag!
I’m walking under the black.
Every time you touch this place it feels like sin.
Every time the handshake starts the face draws in.

What do you know about this world, anyway?
Here comes the sun, an American son.
In here the sun shines so bright, eyes blind.
What do you know about this world, anyway?
Ameri-ameri-ameri-ameri American
and caught into flame.
Ameri-ameri-ameri-ameri American
massacre the day.
Ameri-ameri-ameri-ameri American
and caught into flame.
Ameri-ameri-ameri-ameri American
massacre the day.
Here comes the flag!
I’m walking under the black.
Here comes the flag!
Handshake…this world
Here comes the flag!
Handshake…this world
Handshake…

Category Archives: Europe

Terror Reid – Outlawz Lyrics

[Intro: Terror Reid & Pouya]
Man, what’s up?
It’s Terror Reid, Pouya (Yuh, bitch)
Far away, 305
Coast-to-coast, you know how the f*ck we ride
Here we go, let’s go
Uh, uh, yo, check it

[Verse 1: Terror Reid & Pouya]
(I was) I was born with the mind of a madman
Understand Terror pushin’ dust like a fan, goddamn
You just found out that I’m the man, where you been at?
I get more head than a snapback cap
It’s been like that since way before we bounced back
We snatchin’ diamonds out the glass and we sell ’em right back
f*ck around and get jacked, nah, you can’t have it back
The vanilla villain, always keep it straight on the tracks
So give me the cheese, hit the floor, Reid all up in your ho
Bust the four-five, nosedive, you ain’t make it out the door
Now we standin’ toe-to-toe, but I can’t stand a filthy ho
You ain’t about this life so check yourself and get ghost
Oh, he ain’t know? I curl hoes, hoes with my flavor, blessed flows
About enough gold to make a ocean explode
This ain’t a joke, I ain’t a TV show host
I’m with the 305, schemin’, doin’ the most
And while we on the subject, you’re f*ckin’ with a suspect
He frontin’ that we know that, we f*ck him up in public
He probably off that Prozac, swingin’ from my ballsack
This got that nice shine, bitch made, and you don’t want that
You can’t rap like me, mothaf*cka, I just started
Comin’ to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed
So let me pass it off to the OG trendsetter
Microphone shredder (Yuh), y’all mothaf*ckas better (Yuh)

[Chorus: Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see
Like your family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo’ daddy’s gun and come with me
(Grab yo’ daddy’s gun and come with me)
Follow me, follow me (Follow me, woo)

I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we ’bout to burn yo’ ass

[Verse 2: Pouya]
You don’t want me to bring it back to my old ways
It’s always my way, baby, all-day
It’s my day today, I’m playin’ with the AK (Brr, brr)
Got the .40 clappin’ broad day like "A Bay Bay" (A Bay Bay)
I’m feelin’ myself, forty thousand on the felt
I got a problem, can somebody get me help?
Better yet a belt, see me hangin’ from my ceiling fan
No, I can’t be your Superman ’cause I can’t save myself
Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers
Thinkin’ they slick, they quick to lick the dick
They jumpin’ ship-to-ship, no loyalty
Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil
Got me jumpin’ over backwards like Evel Knievel
Let me die like Elvis, where I feel my safest
I just pray the opposition don’t find where the safe is
My bitches don’t get fed until they bring me bread
How many rappers in my city really want me dead?
Hate turn into jealousy, then it turn into bullets
I look my enemy in the eye, yellin’, "p*ssy, just pull it"
You ’bout that? I doubt that
I took your baby mama straight to outback
And blew her f*ckin’ back out, I’m ’bout that

[Chorus: Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see
Like your family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo’ daddy’s gun and come with me
(Grab yo’ daddy’s gun and come with me)
Follow me, follow me (Follow me, woo)
I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we ’bout to burn yo’ ass

[Outro: Terror Reid]
Uh, yo, Hot Vodka
Pouya, Reid
In this bitch, uh

Category Archives: Europe

J.i. – Proud Of Me Lyrics

I hope you proud of me
I’m prolly not gon be around when they acknowledge me
Drunk off success I might just make a toast to poverty
You got too much niggas on ya phone for you to bother me
I hope you proud of me
After all the shit I did you don’t acknowledge me no
I hope you proud of me
Drunk off success I might just make a toast to poverty
Why you let these niggas play you
I was gonna take you out the hood I was tryna save you
Why you let these niggas change you
So insecure but you don’t see it in her angles

(Proud of me, I hope you proud of me)
(Proud of me, I hope you proud of me)

I know the price to pay
Put ya hands behind ya back f*ck you all types of ways
My dawg just took a risk he threw his life away
When I got rich I told that nigga throw that life away
I hope you proud of me
Got all this pain inside my cup come take a shot for me
I know you doubted me
I feel no way just know it’s late to say your "proud of me"
Cause you got way too many niggas that you f*ck with

And I can’t name too many niggas that I f*ck with
I’m too wavy off this liquor I can’t function
I hope you proud of me
Put a smile on ya face, you deserve it
Know you feel like you ain’t worth it
I feel bad for all them niggas you be curving
You got a crown on ya head cuz you earned it
All I need is one shot, one chance to make you mine
Gotta give me one shot one chance to make you mine

I hope you proud of me
I’m prolly not gon be around when they acknowledge me
Drunk off success I might just make a toast to poverty
You got too much niggas on ya phone for you to bother me
I hope you proud of me
After all the shit I did you don’t acknowledge me
I hope you proud of me
Drunk off success I might just make a toast to poverty
Why you let these niggas play you
I was gonna take you out the hood I was tryna save you no
Why you let these niggas change you
So insecure but you don’t see it in her angles

(Proud of me, I hope you proud of me)
(Proud of me, I hope you proud of me)

Category Archives: Europe

Aaron Gordon – 9 Out Of 10 Lyrics

[Intro]
Hol’ up!
9 outta 10, Imma keep it zen
9 outta 10, can you please fix your lens?
9 outta 10, got you playin’ pretend
9 outta 10, here we go again
9 outta 10, coulda bout the fam a Benz
9 outta 10, are you making amends
9 outta 10, prolly lost an M

[Verse]
Sh*t ain’t nothin man, let it sink in
You used to hoop in your condo so comfortably
Knew one day I’d be good, and you’d come for me
Didn’t know it would make me this hungry
Lookin’ at your judgment and everyone’s wondering
Ride the heat the Windy City, did you see the damn coat?
Saw you in the hallway, you say “youngin, put on a show”
Didn’t know that’s the code for you about to get rolled
Even Adam Silver told me I deserve the gold
Didn’t got the trophy, but I got somethin’ to hold
Deez N***
Forgive me bro, I won’t sell my soul
Big chillin’, paint me as the villain
And I jumped over the biggest dude in the buildin’

Got willin’, the best and I still am
Your judgement, gives me no fulfillment
I see you, young OG, I thought you saw the same to me
Legend in my city, promise Imma make you believe
6 years in the league, just wettin’ my feet
Them Miami boys is cool, Im still checkin the Heat
I appreciate the text, and you checkin’ for me
Dreams up a dunk trophy, restin’ in peace
Reverend Jackson said that’s some bulls**t
Lights, camera, action, you’re the culprit
Queen Latifa said we’d do it for the fans
Showed these scars and she says she understands
Still tryna jump Shaq for the last one
Been cool since Uncle Drew, so bygones, we get past ’em
Lemme set the record straight
Perfect’s, I got 8
That’ll ring bells all the way to heaven’s gates!

[Outro]
This sh*t ain’t nothin’ man, let that sink in

Category Archives: Europe

Lil’ Durk – Viral Moment Lyrics

TouchofTrent be wildin’ with it

I pour an eight inside the Lamb’ truck, fell asleep flyin’
I thought them niggas had my back, but I’m steady seein’ signs
And I can’t turn my back on [?] like I ain’t see him tryin’
These tears shed, whenever he dead, it’s different seein’ him die
Bah, get close up on ’em, you know that shit be graphic
You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic
And you can’t fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain’t Madden
All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon’ vanish
Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts
And you can’t dig back in your past ’cause you got time you lost
And make that time up for your kids ’cause you know time ain’t bought
Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won’t cross me
They turnt their back and said they’d kill me, yeah, that’s when they lost me
I put baguettie inside the Cartier because I’m feelin’ bossy
They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told them, "Call me"
I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me
Yeah, I seen my chance and that’s when I grabbed it
f*ck bein’ a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas’ tablets
Lean gave me chest pains, that’s when I popped the Perky tablet
I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn’t established
You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon’ get you a casket
I did shit for niggas without them askin’
I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin’
I don’t f*ck with you, I’ma tell y’all now even though I got it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago

And I don’t talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros
The one I ain’t talk to like that back then know they still hoes
And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows
I never f*cked on block hoes because I call ’em sisters
One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker
Cut the loose ends, I cut ’em off, they try to stay I’m a butcher
Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I’m Muslim
I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin’"
He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It’s back open"
I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin’"
You gotta watch the niggas you love ’cause they still backdoorin’
He ain’t got no hope in beatin’ his trial because he lost his motion
Bro got life, he don’t know how p*ssy smell, that’s why he f*ck his lotion
I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment
My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent

And I like talkin’ to the streets, like
When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like
Tell motherf*ckers like what it is, like, you can’t hold nothin’ back
You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I’m sayin’?
Relate to the trenches (Yeah, yeah)
You know what I’m sayin’, I can’t be talkin’ ’bout a Richard Mille all the time (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know what I’m sayin’? (Yeah)
Some of the guys don’t even know what the f*ck a Richard Mille is
Know what I’m sayin’? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I’m sayin’?
The voice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Category Archives: Europe

Jay Worthy & Harry Fraud – Can’t Be Stopped Lyrics (feat. Larry June)

[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Yeah
La música de Harry Fraud
My nigga Larry J
All the way from the Bay
What’s hannin’?

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
[?] Cortez like we weirdos (Weirdos)
See, the shoes with the spikes, I don’t wear those (Wear those)
He got painted fingernails like a weirdo (Weirdo)
Spit game, talk shit in her earlobe (Like a pimp)
Dress her up, give her game – how I gear hoes (What it is)
f*ck haters, f*ck opps, I don’t fear those (How it is)
Got God on my side, that’s my real bro
Tell the homie come out, like I’m here, bro (Like I’m here, bro)
Bitch lyin’ on a P, like I guess so (Lyin’ ass)
See, the life of a P is so stressful (So stressful)
They gave the homie fifteen, that’s a stress though (For real)
I had to get out the game, I can’t trust hoes (Nah)
Bitch, I’ve been from the gang, like my Chucks on (Chucks on)
Talk shit ‘bout the gang, you bet bust- on
Bon Bonerie, double-o – James Bond (Double-o)
Bon Bonerie, double-o – James Bond (07)
See, the birds fly to me like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
In the field all day like a scarecrow (Scarecrow)
Old-school high tops with the Velcro (Straps)
Got a different type of hustle, I don’t sell nun’

[Chorus: (?)]
I need it, I want it, I can’t be stopped (Can’t be stopped, bitch)
She choosin’, she lookin’, she out of pock- (You out of pocket, hoe)

She f*cked up, she know it, I’m finna knock (Finna knock her)
Real P gon’ send her (Send the bitch)
This shit don’t stop (It don’t stop, hoe)

[Verse 2: Larry June]
I liked it a lot, so I bought the whip
I was on foot when I caught the bitch
How you doin’? My name is Larry
I sip orange juice, and I’m steady mashin’
Hey, bitch, hand me that muf*ckin’ car key
I gotta make move
Narks out heavy, so I gotta play it smoove
The bitch asked for money, then I turned to a Jew
Bitch, didn’t I just buy your ass some new shoes?
I take apart the rental car, then put it back together
[?] by Larry, the boy so clever
I’m walkin’ like this, ‘cause the boof kinda heavy
She put it in my hand, when I walked in the ‘telly
All I got is game for a punk rock bitch
Six months in the game, and I got rich
My life is fast, and so is my whips
My life a trip, my diamonds hit
Yeah

[Chorus: (?)]
I need it, I want it, I can’t be stopped (Can’t be stopped, bitch)
She choosin’, she lookin’, she out of pock- (You out of pocket, hoe)
She f*cked up, she know it, I’m finna knock (Finna knock her)
Real P gon’ send her (Send the bitch)
This shit don’t stop (It don’t stop, hoe)

[Outro: Larry June]
Man
Groovy
Man
Numbers
Yes, Lord
Bitch, hand me that water
Shit!

Category Archives: Europe

D12 – American Psycho Ii Lyrics (feat. B-real)

[Intro: B-Real]
Yeah, homie
I thought we told you, we been f*cking loco
Cypress Hill, D12, bitch!

[Hook: B-Real]
I’m a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I’m a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain ’cause I’m a psycho

[Verse 1: Swift]
I’m a motherf*cking omen, I bow down to no man
Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I hold ’em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us poking
They nose in our business, hoping that I don’t come smoke ’em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I’m a vulture
You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when
I could f*ck the culture up, probably rap
A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don’t wanna chat
Speak when you spoken to
And I don’t have to read a f*cking magazine or quotable
To notice what you hoes will do

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
And show up at your residence, light your front door up
Get scared, life ain’t fair
And I’m prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say “Hell yeah!”
So watch what you say ’cause it can happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and spray and I’m dead serious
You could be dead period, end of story
I’m on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the ‘hood for “the G of the Week”

[Hook: B-Real]
I’m a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I’m a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name

Never say it in vain ’cause I’m a psycho

[Verse 3: Bizarre]
They found Saddam, but they ain’t gon’ find me
I’ll be under a tree in Buttf*ck, Tennessee
And I don’t know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and f*cked me in my fanny
I ain’t a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
Thirteen years old and joined a f*cking gang
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the f*cking pain
Am I insane? Who really knows?
‘Cause any second my temper can f*cking blow
I get colder than December
Black the f*ck out, tomorrow won’t even remember
See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the f*ck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the f*ck out!

[Verse 4: Eminem]
I probably got a screw loose or two
Or maybe three or four of ’em
Some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my f*cking head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D’Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma’s
Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up
It’s been two hours and six days and I’m still up
I feel like I’m about to snap any minute
There’s a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up
Pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
And shatter his f*cking lips with it

[Hook: B-Real]
I’m a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I’m a psycho
Better get it through your brain
When you say my name
Never say it in vain ’cause I’m a psycho

[Outro: Kuniva]
Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz
Rest in peace, homie

Category Archives: Europe

Babes – Totally Out Of Control Lyrics

[Verse 1]
In my mind
In the day
I could climb
I could die
In my car
In LA
Slipping fast
Fade away, fade away, fade away, way

[Chorus]
Totally out of control (Totally out of control)
Totally out of control (Totally out of control)
Totally out of control (Totally out of control)
Totally out of control (Totally out of control)

[Bridge]
I’m drinking, driving, dying
I’m on the freeway crying
No hope, no hope, no hope
There’s
No hope, no hope, no hope
There’s

[Chorus 2]
Nooo hope, no hope there’s
Nooo hope yeah!
Nooo hope, no hope there’s
Nooo hope yeah!

[Verse 2]

Love is real
Love is fake
How much more
Can I take
I open up
To get a taste
Only pain
Everyday, everyday, everyday, day

[Chorus]
Totally out of control (Totally out of control)
Totally out of control (Totally out of control)
Totally out of control (Totally out of control)
Totally out of control (Totally out of control)

[Bridge]
I’m drinking, driving, dying
I’m on the freeway crying
No hope, no hope, no hope
There’s
No hope, no hope, no hope
There’s

[Chorus 2]
Nooo hope, no hope there’s
Nooo hope yeah!
Nooo hope, no hope there’s
Nooo hope yeah!

Category Archives: Europe

Sir – John Redcorn Lyrics

Alone, every night alone
Why am I alone? I wanna know that you want me, too
Am I wrong? Tell me that I’m wrong
Tell me I deserve all the pain that you put me through, oh

I really hate that I give a f*ck
Pressin’ my line, I don’t wanna pick up
We know enough will never be enough
I play odds against, she keep callin’ my bluff
Baby divin’ deeper and deeper
She don’t believe me when I tell her that I need her
Guess I shoulda stayed where I belonged
‘Cause once you make it back to your happy home

I’m alone, every night alone
Why am I alone? I wanna know that you want me, too
Am I wrong? Tell me that I’m wrong
Tell me I deserve all the pain that you put me through, oh

You don’t have to bring me good news, babe
I just wanna be there when you choose, babe

Dreamgirl got me losin’ sleep
Baby, you remind me I’m a G
Maybe I’d be better on the run
Double vision playin’ all week
This is like a game of survival
Why am I dyin’ for a title?
Is it even worth the fight?

When I’ll just end up alone, every night alone
Why am I alone? I wanna know that you want me, too
Am I wrong? Tell me that I’m wrong
Tell me I deserve all the pain that you put me through, oh

You don’t have to bring me good news, babe
I just wanna be there when you choose, babe
You don’t have to bring me good news, babe
I just wanna be there when you choose, babe

Dreamgirl got me losin’ sleep
Baby, you remind me I’m a G
Maybe I’d be better on the run
Double vision playin’ all week

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