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نوشته شده در تاريخ شنبه چهارم شهریور 1391 توسط 

 

Party people, party people
Are you get funky ?

Party people let's have a good time
Let's keep it bumpin'
Come come get funky
Let's keep it movin'
Let's make it happen
Come come get funky
(down)

[Verse 1:]
Alright we about to set it of now
You know the Black Eyed Peas be comin with pile before
Bout to have you let it all out
The hipnotical rhytm keep you bouncin ?

OK I see a lotta people around
Today we gonna show you how we get down
C'mon pull out the radio for the sound
In time we be waitin for shakin around
The ground

The ground definitely will get shooked
And the roof it's gonna catch a fire cause what
We burn, we burn this ish straight to the floor
We doin it, till you be like "don't do it no more"

It's fo real plus everybody is dressed up to kill
I see a lotta ladies and  ill ?
Yo Will (what?)
Get the mic and preform (ok)
Everybody's been waitin for the Peas to get on

Party people let's have a good time
Let's keep it bumpin'
Come come get funky
Let's keep it movin'
Let's make it happen
Come come get funky
(down)

[Bridge:]
Swirpin suit our dream
(why don't you freak ?)
Let your body speak
Socialize (get down)
Let your sooooul lead the way (brake it down)
Go ladies (it's a living thing)
Look like this (ok)
Now that you up and free
Do what you feel
Just rock

[Verse 2:]
We about to run through you block
Wishin? out the Peas so you know that we hot?
Thats what the Selenas will say
They askin if the Jimmy can come out and play-play

My brother let's colaborate strong
So everything we have will last long
Before
I builded this to make it bu-bump bu-bump
We makin radios speak upon

We bump
Frequency that blow out your trunk and
You wantin some more of this somethin
You ain't gettin nothin till you shake your bump and
Go go get funky, start jumpin

It's the Black Eyed Peas will bring the action
Everlastin satisfaction
Radio activ high reaction
Just done ? ?? ??

Party people let's have a good time
Let's keep it bumpin'
Come come get funky
Let's keep it movin'
Let's make it happen
Come come get funky
(down)

Party people let's have a good time
Let's keep it bumpin'
Come come get funky
Let's keep it movin'
Let's make it happen
Come come get funky
(down)

Twist and turn (turn your body)
Your body' fealin this Hip-Hop
Fealin this Hip-Hop

Everybody say
Rock it don't stop it (say it)
Rock it don't stop it
Say rock it don't stop it (say it)
Rock it don't stop it

Say ich, ni, son, shi
Ich, ni, son, shi
Say wild style
Wild style
Say G.O.B.E.P
G.O.B.E.P
Say Black (Black) Eyed (Eyed) Peeeee (Peeee)

Party people let's have a good time
Let's keep it bumpin'
Come come get funky
Let's keep it movin'
Let's make it happen
Come come get funky
(down)

Party people let's have a good time
Let's keep it bumpin'
Come come get funky
Let's keep it movin'
Let's make it happen
Come come get funky
(down)

Party people
Party people
Party people


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

[Chorus:] 
Now If it's lovin that you want
You should make me your girl, your girl
If it's lovin that you need
Baby come and share my world,
come share my world
If it's lovin that you want
Come and take a walk with me, with me
Cause everything that you need
I got it right here baby, baby

[Verse 1:] 
Now it's obvious you need a friend to
Come hold you down
Be that one to share your everything when
No ones around
Baby come tell me your secrets and
Tell me all your dreams
Cause I can see you need someone to trust
You can trust in me

[Bridge:] 
de de de de de da de de de da de day
So just call me whenever you're lonely
de de de de de da de de de da de day
I'll be your friend I can be your homie

[Chorus:] 
If it's lovin that you want
You should make me your girl, your girl
If it's lovin that you need
Baby come and share my
world, share my world
If it's lovin that you want
Come and take a walk with me, with me
Is there a thing that you need
I got it right here baby, baby

[verse 2; Corey Gunz] 
hold up, let me get this straight
saying you be there to do whatever it takes
to make more brighter days in my life
my troubles would be over if
I made you my wife,
right?
I ain't saying I doubt it,
let me take a second
and think about it
Thougt about it
I can deal with this chick
So I wouldn't mind being hand
in hand on the strict
just make it happen baby

[Verse 3:] 
It's been so long i've had this feelin
That we could be
Everything you've ever wanted
and you, your fantasy
I won't push too hard to break your heart
Cause my loves sincere
I'm not like any other girl ,you know
So let me erase your fears

[Bridge:] 
de de de de de da de de de da de day
So just call me whenever you're lonely
de de de de de da de de de da de day
I'll be your friend I can be your homie

[Chorus] 

[verse 4;Corey Gunz] 
Huh, I can understand why you want me,
My mom told me one day I
would make a lady lucky
We came on together
You know how chicks do, trying
to make a hit ,miss
When you here things that ain't true
but little lady you was right from the 'gin
I don't know if I want a
hand cuff you yet miss
mister guns and name
I need a friend ma', cause
you and me are one and the
same
thanks

[Bridge] 

[Chorus] 

I wanna let you know
That you don't have to go
Don't wonder no more
What I think about you


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 


[Obie Trice]
Obie Trice, nigga! Stat Quo! Welcome to Shady my nigga!
Congratulations, another nigga out the hood!
I'll vouch for ya, lets go, nigga!

[Hook: Stat Quo] + (Obie Trice)
This is for my bitches and my dogs
Gettin' cheddar fuck the law
Stay on ya feet and never crawl
STAY BOUT IT!
(This is for my niggaz and my hoes)
(keep ya head up fuck ya foes)
(get ya bread up to ya nose)
(Over Corwd It)

[Verse 1-Obie Trice]
My name is O and to the B-I-E
Trife life, entety
Envy me, injuries
Niggaz who pretend to be
Gangs-tah, nigga you's a fake-ah
Gettin' money maj-ah, nigga you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature)
Never stop gettin' paper though
All that 'cho, just waitin' on a ho
Gotta raise cocoa, put her in grade-A schools where asians go
Amazing, two years retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes sold
Now a nigga's on the road, sellin' out major shows, hate me hos
Never would have fathomed that
Big lipped nigga from school Craft
Have access to the masses
Now they sweatin' them backstage passes
Try to give a nigga ass, cause I roll with a gangsa style
Where was you at when I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (BIATCH!)

[Hook]

[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]
I am so alive! [Obie Trice-Gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man]
I am so high! [Obie Trice-You rollin' up that skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk]
And I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-Shit, I gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man]
And I am so high [Obie Trice-Liven up, then hit that ATL on'em]

[Verse 2-Stat Quo]
S-T-A-T-Q-U-O
With the awkward flow from the AT, do
Wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' plenty hos
Ridin' fled, by my grip
GMM, that's my clique
Fresh fit, new kicks
I'm the shit, might see me wit
Yo bitch, on the strip
Super slick, hate on me eat a dick
Born to get plenty chips
Is he rich, damn right, every day
Every night, motherfuckers can't see me, bibi
I made this look so easy
Signed with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it
Tipsy off that hennesy, and other types of bubbly

[Hook]

[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]

[Verse 3-Obie Trice]
Obie keep a couple hoes, tokin' on that okie-do
Dick up in they ass so them hoes know they gotta smoke
They know O, ain't for jokes, that's fo' sho
So they try to hold on, as long as possible like a rodeo
I mean that that dick do so much damage
That Obie's not that average, so you gotta pardon me, i'm so savage
Gotta lot of bitches wantin' marrage
What bitch who? horse in a carrage
No bitch that's not obie's status
Gotta know my apparatus
Pimp, no food stamps, no pampers, no lips
Strictly prophalactics inside these oversized mag-anums
When i'm dickin' down these actresses then
Cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress askin' him when they seein' him again

[Hook]

[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]

[Obie Trice-Liven Up To Get'em (echoed)]


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

Lloyd Banks - M.B.A.M.

(Chorus)
Please, whenever you see me, see me up clean, rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at 16, murdered over nothin, don't let nothin come between, anything i stand for, my kingdom my team
they hating breaking them up, but it don't break me, bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be, niggas sell dreams, aint always how it seems, whichever way it leans, money by any means

(Verse One)

You stunt in the same spot, you bank stop, man im eating like a fat nigga, your weight drop
on my weed do different things, space pops, show the respect you get at kings, one take shots
Thank god for the liquor store, a fifth or more, am a different kinda nigga boy, forget the law,
only one dude search the truck, or rip the floor, find something word pinnin on me, submit the
this is 2k word play, the harsh realities of where me and my son stay, the technacalities'll bring him back one day
theres fatalities that don't move the dumb way, cards flat, man i come from where its hard at, society made my heart black, arm spat,
i aint your guardian god, you can start black, i can you watchin the phone wire an your cars tapped, watch how you talk back

(Chorus)
Please, whenever you see me, see me up clean, rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at 16, murdered over nothin, don't let nothin come between, anything i stand for, my kingdom my team
they hating breaking them up, but it don't break me, bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be, niggas sell dreams, aint always how it seems, whichever way it leans, money by any means

(Verse two)

Yeah, this is not hip-hop this is hipnosis, psychosis, new yorks bosses, go crosses, don't cross us, punk summersault corpses, martini bombs through your office uh,
aint nobody stopping me they hatin enough, my flow is one big gun waitin to bust, they don't bring shit in the game, they take it from us, i got millionaire neighbours still makin a fuss,
i can't even give a beat down, they want cheese now, therefore i gotta keep my lawyer on speed dial, tops ? my shell'll hit 200, titanium llama you can get it if you want it, i can feel it in my stomach,
i got an extra sense, an i've been benefiting from it, my flow is off the bench, an my whole album blunted, don't yank it for that, i'm a natural born baller if i showed up i stunt it.


Please, whenever you see me, see me up clean, rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at 16, murdered over nothin, don't let nothin come between, anything i stand for, my kingdom my team
they hating breaking them up, but it don't break me, bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be, niggas sell dreams, aint always how it seems, whichever way it leans, money by any means

(Outro)
Money... by any means.. necessary..
I need money... by any means... necessary.. yeah
Gone..


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

(feat. 3OH!3)

Aaaaah
La dee da da
blah blah blah blah blah

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
I dont really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this 
song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Boy come on get your rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
Wanna dance with no pants on?
(Holler)
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked
And your wasted

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop ta-ta-talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this?
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

You be delayin'
You won't be sayin' some shizz 
You say i'm playin 
I'm never layin' the bitch (dick?)
Sayin' "blah, blah blah" 
Cause I don't care who you are 
In this bar 
It only matters who I is

Stop ta-ta-talking that 
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Ca-a-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Oh

Blah Blah Blah
Stop talkin
Stop ta-ta-talkin that


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

Yeah...
DFB, B*tch!
And Korn in this motherf*cker,
The collaboration
Yeah!Yeah!
Wait! I'm coming undone (that's right)

I let my shoulders lean,
I snap my neck back,
I let my wrists pop,
I make my fingers snap
First, I let my shoulders lean,
Then, I snap my neck back...
Wait! (Then, I let my wrists pop)
I'm coming undone! (Then I make my fingers snap)

Lean wit it (I let my)
Rock wit it (Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it (I snap)
Rock wit it (My neck back)
Lean wit it (I let my)
Rock wit it (Wrists pop)
Lean wit it (I make)
Rock wit it (My fingers snap)
Lean wit it (First I let my)
Rock wit it (Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it (Then I snap)
Rock wit it (My neck back)
Lean wit it (Then I let my)
Rock wit it (Wrists pop)
Lean wit it (The I make)
Rock wit it (Fingers snap)

I bounce in the club, so the hoes call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead,
Yup in my white tee! I break a b*tch back,
And I keep a big bank, oh I think they like that!(Wait!)
Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on a goose,
And I'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose,
And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it,
And if you gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it!

Wait! (Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone! (Rock wit it)
Unlaced (Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone. (Rock wit it)
Too late (Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone (Rock wit it)
One looks so strong(Rock wit it)
so delicate (Rock wit it)

Lean wit it (I let my)
Rock wit it (Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it (I snap) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My neck back)
Lean wit it (I let my)
Rock wit it (Wrists pop)
Lean wit it (I make) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My fingers snap)
Lean wit it (First I let my)
Rock wit it (Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it (Then I snap) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My neck back)
Lean wit it (Then I let my)
Rock wit it (Wrists pop)
Lean wit it (The I make)
Rock wit it (Fingers snap)

I'm too clean to wanna pop, lock from left to right a nigga lean,
Bobbin to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these!
I rock then bend my knees everytime the beat drop
Lean wit it, rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop
Pimpin in the club, see them hoes tryin a act up
'Cause they see my chain and a nigga throwin them stacks up
I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants, I'm in the middle of the flo', they screamin "nigga do ya dance"

That's right!
Rock wit it, Lean wit it, Rock wit it
Trigger between my eyes (Lean wit it)
Please strike
Middle of the flo', they screamin "Nigga
Make it quick now"

Wait! (Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone! (Rock wit it)
Irate (Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone. (Rock wit it)
Too late (Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone (Rock wit it)
What looks so strong(Rock wit it)
so delicate (Rock wit it)

Lean wit it (I let my)
Rock wit it (Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it (I snap) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My neck back)
Lean wit it (I let my)
Rock wit it (Wrists pop)
Lean wit it (I make) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My fingers snap)
Lean wit it (First I let my)
Rock wit it (Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it (Then I snap) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My neck back)
Lean wit it (Then I let my)
Rock wit it (Wrists pop)
Lean wit it (The I make)
Rock wit it (Fingers snap)

Rock left then snap ya fingers, rock right then snap ya fingers,
Hey! whats happenin? Lean wit me, rock wit me,
Gotta pill pop wit me, gonna take a shot wit me,
Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me,
D.F... (I'm!)

(Do it how you want slow it up do the)
Trying to hold it together (Matrix play with it straight hit it get all they face with it)
Head is lighter than a feather (The killers the dealers the cutthroats)

Korn and the motherf*cking Franchize Boyz!

Wait! (Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone! (Rock wit it)
Unlaced(Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone. (Rock wit it)
Too late (Rock wit it)
I'm coming undone (Rock wit it)
What looks so strong(Rock wit it)
so delicate (Rock wit it)

Lean wit it (I let my)
Rock wit it (Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it (I snap) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My neck back)
Lean wit it (I let my)
Rock wit it (Wrists pop)
Lean wit it (I make) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My fingers snap)
Lean wit it (First I let my)
Rock wit it (Shoulders lean)
Lean wit it (Then I snap) (Coming undone)
Rock wit it (My neck back)
Lean wit it (Then I let my)
Rock wit it (Wrists pop)
Lean wit it (The I make)
Rock wit it (Fingers snap)
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Lean wit it, rock wit it


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

[Intro] 
Look.. if you had.. one shot,or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment
Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..

[Verse 1] 
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't
Give up that easy no, he won't have it
He knows, his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so sad that he knows
when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's
back to the lab again, yo, this whole rapshody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Chorus] 
You Better, lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better, lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You Better..

[Verse 2] 
Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is boring; but superstardom's
close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over
These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows
He's known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner
But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
fact that I can't get by with my nine to
five and I can't provide the right type of
life for my family, cause man, these God damn
food stamps don't buy diapers, and it's no movie
There's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's gettin even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed plus, see dishonour
Caught up between bein a father and a primadonna
Baby momma drama screamin on her too much for me to wanna
stay in one spot, another day of monotony,
has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
to formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure's not
Mom I love you but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus] 

[Outro] 
You can do anything if you set your mind to it, man
- Jesse fucking rules

 


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

[Intro]
[Eminem making sounds]
Ok..
Guess who's back?(back,back)
Back again(gain,gain)
Shady's back(back back)
Tell a friend(friend,friend)
Oooooo

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright Stop!.....Pajama time

[Verse 1]
Come here little kiddies, On my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap?
And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation and accusates
Ahahahahah
No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything, but little boys
That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bunghole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little "poot poot", it's OK! [Fart Sound]
Oops my cd just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Ahahaha
Just lose it
Ahahahahah
Go crazy
Ahahahahah
Oh baby
Ahah
Oh baby, baby
Aha

[Verse 2]
It's Friday and it's my day
Just to party all the way to sunday
Maybe til monday, I dunno what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Crusin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow
I dunno where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there
Someone's gonna "touch my body"

Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair?
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah)
Now, what's your name girl?
What's your sign?
[Dr Dre] "Man, you must be up out your mind"
DRE! Ahah
Beer goggles Blind!
I'm just tryna unwind, now I'm

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Ahahahah
Just lose it
Ahahahah
Go crazy
Ahahahah
Oh baby
Ahah
Oh baby, baby
Ahah

[Verse 3]
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happend
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming
(HA-HA-HA-HA-HA)
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape
yellin' at an old lady 'touch my body!'"

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Snap back to reality
Oh there's B-Rabbit
Yo you signed me up to battle!?
I'm a grown man!
Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie
I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie!
Fella's (WHAT?!) Fella's (WHAT?!)
Grab you left nut, make right one jealous (what?)
Black girls
White girls
Skinny girls
Fat girls
Tall girls
Small girls
I'm callin' all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance whore
Butt squeezin' it's the season
Just go Ahahahah
It's so appeasin'

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
Ahahahah
Just lose it
Ahahahah
Go crazy
Ahahahah
Oh baby
ahah
Oh baby, baby
ahah

[Outro]
UmMmMmm touch my body
UmMmMmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know
That something wasn't right here
Oh baby baby
I shouldn't have let you go
And now you're out of sight, yeah
Show me, how you want it to be
Tell me baby
'Cause I need to know now what we've got

[CHORUS:]
My loneliness is killing me
I must confess, I still believe
When I'm not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

Oh baby, baby
The reason I breathe is you
Boy you got me blinded
Oh baby, baby
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
That's not the way I planned it
Show me, how you want it to be
Tell me baby
'Cause I need to know now what we've got

[Repeat CHORUS]

Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby
Ah, yeah, yeah
Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know
Oh pretty baby
I shouldn't have let you go
I must confess, that my loneliness
Is killing me now
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

[Repeat CHORUS]

I must confess that my loneliness
Is killing me now
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

 


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

[Intro: DJ scratching]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - [Ghostface Killah]
"Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - [Ghostface Killah]
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - [G. Dep]
[Repeat]

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!

[Chorus]
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'
[Repeat]

[Verse 2 - Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.

[Chorus - Last line cut off]

"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah

[Verse 3 - Nas]
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go

[Intro - Once]

[Chorus]


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

Intro:
You think you know me (Officer Ricky)
Nigga, you dont know me (Officer Ricky)
50, eyy yo.. C O, yoo

Verse 1: 
I put a razor thru yo face, i put a nine on my waist, 
i cocked the shotty just incase i bump nothin but bass, 
i put a pint a blood in ya whip a pint of blood on the ground, 
bullets bullets get to ricochet, bouncin all around, 
that body old case cold i got a white wit it, 
if they asked me i think niggas from basely did it, 
i'm a southside nigga we take on all comers 
and first shot pop, get to warring all summer, 
these niggas ain't hard, i get at em on some different shit, 
different strap different clip I'll blow the door off ya whip,
the cop fucked with fox, sucked the cum on the BIMBO,
fagget must have thought he knocked me out like kimbo, 
gandaria lips, his breath stronger than ENDO 
fat fuck playing wii fit nintendo, 
have another tattoo, heres another tattoo, 
run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds, 
officer ricky radio for back-up, 
see yo ass anyway you know i'm gon act up, 
you wan play wit me when i dont wan to play, 
have my niggas whoop the skin off yo ass in broad day, 
screamin boss, nigga you aint a boss, 
pussy nigga you lost listen officer ross, 
tell you striaght suck a dick, tryna come subliminal, 
cause yo ass the police, my niggas is criminals,
like every other word out yo mouth is bout a bird, 
that you sling cocaine that shit is absurd, 
youz a rapper, youz a motherfuckin rapper, 
its a rap, Your career's fuckin' WRAPPED UP!

Chorus: my enemies enemies are my friends, 
and my semi's they like siamese twins, 
see em up close you won't see shit again, 
like every fairytale boy ya life has the end, 
Tryna get blown a way way way go head, tryna get blown a way way way, tryna get blown a way way way go head, tryna get blown a way way way

Verse 2: 
WE THE BEST!
Yeah you're the best, you're the cocksuckin best, 
go ahead fagget, deep throat it, feel it in yo chest, 
i'm not friendly i'm anti-social,
go ahead try me i'll be fuckin ya up like i'm s'posed ta,
ya said i'm violent, now why ya say i'm violent,
the mack got a muffler make a loud mouth silent, 
now me im kinda sensitive so watch the way ya talk to me, 
better off shooting me, or tryna ta put the hawk ta me,
the beef aint shit to me cause now i got the wolves out, 
that fo fo cold around, that tre pound bullseye, 
i do it fo the moola, booyah, bullseye, 
pop ya fuckn noodles dippide doo dahh,
many men wish death, many men know tho (yeah), 
i make many millions, fuck with me thats a no no, 
this is a motion picture shit, theres no director to cast me, 
the d's i plead the fifth on every question they ask me.

Chrous

Verse3: 
Nigga i bleed blue, i swear i bleed blue, for thinkin i'm a crip, i'll muthafuckin trip, 
cool out blood, maybe i'm all blood, 
find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug, 
maybe i'm a maniac, maybe i'm crazy, 
maybe i'm exactly what my fuckin hood made me, 
maybe imma do 25 years for murda, 
maybe cause its clear im the clip inserter, 
i dun lost my bestfriend he died of cancer, 
call me a cheetah, i attack like a panther, 
teflon vinal in my droptop phantom, 
bulletproof windows and a stash for the cannon, 
nigga if you cross me, you gon have to off me, 
i just keep going no matta what it costs me, 
you know i'm like a time bomb, bomb steady tickin, 
you know whats coming next once the nigga slap the clip in.
Oh yeah¡

Chrous

[Outro:]
Yeah!
This nigga's a' appetizer!
Where you at Wayne?
You the full coursed meal Wayne!
Your awfully quiet!
You called EM out... well now I'm out!
I got my roaches out!
You gotta get past me to get to EM!
I'm the Baby over here!
I'm the smallest nigga in my click!
Shady/After-motherfuckin'-Math, nigga!
Three Headed Monster!
50!...
EM!...
DRE!
FUCK WITH IT IF YOU WANNA, NIGGA!


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

 

[50 Cent - Chorus]
I’m so disrespectful,
so so so disrespectful,
I’m so disrespectful,
so so so disrespectful,

[Verse 1]
You daddy f-cked your momma then f-cked your sister,
then climbed in your bed playing what you should’ve,
go ‘head take your belt off and hang yourself,
matter of fact grab your strap and bang yourself,
Jay’s a big man, he’s too big to respond,
Imma big d-ck you know the one everybody on,
your gon make me sing murder was the case
pull this trigger sh-t ping ping, should start at the face,
I’m international, Im never home mayne,
i’ve gon so long my accent changed,
better watch who you f-ck with mayne,
or you gon make me carve you up now straight
come on Game you’ll never be my equal,
your homie shoot doors, my n-gga shoot people,
see me Im what your never gon be,
I’m in that tax bracket your never gon see,
when you cross me..

[chorus]

[Verse 2]
That n-gga Buck like Game tell momma he don smoked the TV,
I didnt know he f-cked with more dope than BG,
plus a n-gga sipped more syrup than pepsi,
man keeping these muthf-ckers rich aint easy,
especially when a n-gga wanna stunt like Jeezy,
and his cds didn’t sell like his CD’s,
man that n-gga blew all of his chips like breezy’s,
mad cos the world won’t treat him like Weezy,
I don’t give a f-ck n-gga please believe me,

no n-gga in the vocal booth around can see me,
it’s crazy how I make this sh-t sound oh so easy,
they say fifty not on Buck with him he oh so greasy,

yeah he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy,
its funny how they sh-t on n-ggas then they need me,
see me I’m number one Im loading up my gun,
i catch ya if you dun, you p-ssy n-gga run,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
They say first comes love then comes marriage,
then they got Shaniqua in the baby carriage,
then came the cash then the baby momma drama,
I gave the b-tch a half a mill,
she blew it on prada,
I remember when I met da b-tch and she aint had nada,
now got my son on some fly sh-t,

now i got to buy sh-t,
man I can’t even flunk sh-t cos everybody want sh-t,
everybody mad, damn even my dad,
and I don’t even know him now how the f-ck I owe him,
i aint giving nobody sh-t Imma show them,
I gave Game hits, he told me to suck d-ck,
start screaming Wesstside and Dre aint say sh-t,
now we just eat of ‘em and when I talk to Em
a smile comes on his face,
he told me whats the case,
enemies stay enemies,
but friends they change,
n-ggas go crazy over money my mayne,

[Chorus]


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه بیست و سوم شهریور 1389 توسط 

            

Yas

Ammin

Ammin:نیستی،حالم خرابه،تو رو با یکی دیگه دیدم

داغون شدم مردم ولی باز تو رو بخشیدم

نیستی،دلشوره دارم،می بینم تو رو چشماش

این تقدیر بی رحمه با قلبم

عشق من برو نذار تنهاش

نیستی حال من خرابه نیستی دستام سرد سرد

چشمام تو رو با اون دیدو دلم باور نکرد

نیستی و هوای این گریه داره بغضمو می شکنه

من مردم و دستهای تو قاتل منه

Yas:رفتی از این آغوش چه راحت

و باز منم تنها و خاموش چراغم

چه بی اعتنا رفتی

نفهمیدم حسم واست یه تفریحه

تو که می دونستی وجود تو ترک درداست

تو می دونستی نبود تو مرگ فرداست

ولی آروم آروم زیر بارون داغون

قدم می زنم و توام شادی با اون یارو

سرا پا گوش بودم وقتی که تو داشتی حرفی

حالا که بهت نیاز دارم گذاشتی رفتی

باشه منم می ذارم دیگه رگ این گردن

که رفتم و دیگه پیشت بر  نمی گردم

ولی روزی رو می بینم که یارت سیره

از تو با یکی دیگه از کنارت می ره

به هر دستی که بدی می گیری از همون دست

این نفرین من نیست بازیه زمونست

اون می خواد که دل تو با حرفاش خام شه

صبر کن بذار یکمی یخ هاش آب شه

وقتی می فهمی چه کسی پشت رو بنده

که به احساست بزنه یه مشت کوبنده

نیستی حال من خرابه نیستی دستام سرد سرد

چشمام تو رو با اون دیدو دلم باور نکرد

نیستی و هوای این گریه داره بغضمو می شکنه

من مردم و دستهای تو قاتل منه(قاتل منه)

Yas:چقدر باهات حرف دارم و چقدر خرابم

کاش لااقل بودی می دادی یه خط جوابم

تو که هی بهم می گفتی تا ته خط باهام هستی

چرا رفتی و با درد دست و پاهامو بستی

چرا؟هان؟به خدا تا به من حرفی

نزنی نمی رم تو چرا واقعا" رفتی؟

لااقل یه چیزی بگو بگو دوستت نداشتم

بگو از خدام بود که تو شب و روزت نباشم

یعنی قصدت از اول این بود که با من نمونی؟

حرف بزن تو که انقدر نامرد نبودی

چیش،چی میگم اون دیگه نست پیشم

چشم تو این امتحانم بیست میشم

ولی چرا از سنگه قلبادر این شهر تاریک

اسیر کابوسم تو یلداترین شب تاریخ

کابوسی که نفس و تو سینه حبس می کنه و

می بینم یکی دیگه تنت و لمس می کنه(هه)

داره تنم می لرزه

واسه ادامه ی خوابم حتی قلم می ترسه

ختم کلام

رفتی از این آغوش چه راحت

و باز منم تنها و خاموش چراغم

نیستی حال من خرابه نیستی دستام سرد سرد

چشمام تو رو با اون دیدو دلم باور نکرد

نیستی و هوای این گریه داره بغضمو می شکنه

من مردم و دستهای تو قاتل منه(قاتل منه)

 


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه هشتم تیر 1389 توسط 

Tataloo

(Tataloo)

Tome

 (Tome)

2AFM

(2AFM)

Tataloo:رفتی اما تو بدون یکی همیشه یادته

یکی تموم زندگیش دیدن روی ماهته

رفتی اما تو بدون یکیه میمیره برات

یکی گلای باغچه رو از شاخه می چینه برات

Tataloo:اونی که یادته منم عاشق با تو بودنم

با اینکه تو رفتی بدون من از تو دل نمی کنم

از ته دل داد می زنم عاشق و دیوونت منم

دوست دارم حتی اگه دیگه نیای به دیدنم

Tome:آره حقته که همه جا بد بگی از من

خیلی وقتا شده بچگی کردم

من هنوزم مثل یه بچه بی عقلم

آره حقته بری و زده شی از من

نمی خواد تو دلواپس من بشی اصلا"

نمی خواد دلخوشی خنده شی عمدا"

نمی خوام به خاطر بدی های من

تو هرروز بدتر شکستشی از قبل

برو دعا می کنم خوشبخت بشی حتما"

دعا می کنم که ساده رد بشی از من

برو فکرشم نکن که من چیه دردم

رو خاطراتم فکر نکن خط کشیدم من

Tataloo:بدون یکی هست که فقط واسه ی تو دعا کنه

وقتی که تنهاش می ذاری همش خدا خدا کنه

بدون یکی هست که شبا ستاره ها رو می شمره

با اینکه تو دوسش نداری دل ازت نمی بره (نه ه ه)

Tataloo:اونی که یادته منم عاشق با تو بودنم

با اینکه تو رفتی بدون من از تو دل نمی کنم

از ته دل داد می زنم عاشق و دیوونت منم

دوست دارم حتی اگه دیگه نیای به دیدنم

2AFM:آره من بدم

از اون اولم

بهت گفتم برو دیگه نمون از منم

توقع نداشته باش فراموشت کنم

با اینکه شاید تو بگی هنوز همون احمقم

تو که دیگه رفتی ولی بدون که یادتم

کاش می فهمیدی فقط من یه دونه یادتم

تو که دیگه رفتی می دونم فایده نداره

 گریه های من ولی دلم گاهی نگرانه

Tataloo & 2AFM:نمی دونم چرا دل من هواتو کرده

نمی تونم تحمل کنم این شبارو سرده

2AFM:نمی دونم چرا واسم اینقدر سخته فراموشیت

شاید واسه اینه که تو خیلی وقته در آغوشی.

 


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه هشتم تیر 1389 توسط 

If I were a boy even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And go drink beer with the guys

And chase after girls
I'd kick it with who I wanted
And I'd never get confronted for it
'Cause they stick up for me

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

If I were a boy
I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone it's broken
So they'd think that I was sleeping alone

I'd put myself first
And make the rules as I go
'Cause I know that she'd be faithful
Waiting for me to come home, to come home

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man

I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

It's a little too late for you to come back
Say it's just a mistake
Think I'd forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong

But you're just a boy
You don't understand
And you don't understand, oh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man

You don't listen to her
You don't care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
'Cause you're taking her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy


نوشته شده در تاريخ سه شنبه هشتم تیر 1389 توسط 

I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night

That tonight's gonna bea a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

Tonight's the night, let's live it up
I got my money, let's spend it up
Go out and smash it like oh my God
Jump off that sofa, let's get, get off

I know that we'll have a ball
If we get down and go out and just lose it all
I feel stressed out, I wanna let it go
Let's go way out spaced out and losing all control

Fill up my cup, mozoltov
Look at her dancing, just take it off
Let's paint the town, we'll shut it down
Let's burn the roof, and then we'll do it again

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it
And do it and do it, let's live it up
And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it
Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it

'Cause I gotta feeling, woohoo, 
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

A feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

Tonight's the night
(Hey!)
Let's live it up
(Let's live it up)
I got my money
(My pay)
Let's spend it up
(Let's spend it up)

Go out and smash it
(Smash it)
Like oh my God
(Like oh my God)
Jump off that sofa
(Come on!)
Let's get, get off

Fill up my cup
(Drink)
Mozoltov
(Lahyme)
Look at her dancing
(Move it, move it)
Just take it off

Let's paint the town
(Paint the town)
We'll shut it down
(Let's shut it down)
Let's burn the roof
And then we'll do it again

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, let's do it
And do it and do it, let's live it up
And do it and do it and do it, do it, do it
Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it, do it

Here we come, here we go, we gotta rock
(Rock rock rock rock rock)
Easy come, easy go, now we on top
(Top top top top top)
Feel the shot, body rock, rock it, don't stop
(Stop stop stop stop stop)
Round and round, up and down, around the clock
(Rock rock rock rock rock)

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday
(Do it!)
Friday, Saturday, Saturday to Sunday
(Do it!)
Get, get, get, get, get with us, you know what we say, say
Party every day, p-p-p-party every day

And I'm feelin', woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night

I gotta feeling, woohoo, that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night
Woohoo


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