Zespol: Cappadonna
Tytul: Girlfriend
You gotta know how to adjust that shit
[exclusive yo this is true hip hop]
I came to the fork in the road and went straight
Right out the crack vile to the Golden Gate
See the silver spoon in my mouth it had cake
My rap birth date debut song was ice bait
Readit like a novel Donna Cappa gone
Strivin my duns be dollars and coins
Whether in New York or Compton Californs
I come correct twenty two outfits and a mic check
One derby, Cappachino the great
Sittin at the table where the gambinos ate
Buildin
Wu-Tang Clan concentrate
Bounce on the track Donna crack it like a safe (exclusive, exclusive)
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
Killer bees got the best stee
I drip through the faucet
I never lost it
Where the party at
give me the mic and I'ma toss it
Head crack talk back, verbal attack
Side track you get japped with my lyric impact
Snap outta that, Cappadonna seven sauna
thirty three pirranha, chaos like iguana
projects is rated x I flex and terminate
Sex MC's is wet so I'm the right source to vex
Endo mic buff, Willie on the mic
when both hands are cuffed
Whoever tried to make you fall off
Call your dogs off
Peace to everyday mutts livin with rut (exclusive, exclusive)
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo
live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
Set the black people free
Killer bees got the best stee
Killer bees got it lock D, got it lock D
Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous
I rock track like a neckalace
Poppy wardrobe, singin like you never expected
I'm on a mission, flippin
What Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition
Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony
Sunz of Man and killer bee can't fold under pressure
Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what
fancy talk magic, wise up
fly girls keep ya eyes up
track terrorist kiss
Deep in the hill Jack battle with Jill
Talk boss, featurin words that kill
My slang is editorial explicit material
Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
Feel me, Donna realty
killa beez got da best stee (x2)
Zespol: Cypress Hill
Album: Cypress Hill III (Temple Of Bo
Tytul: Let It Rain
Fuck all y'all
I'm comin' of the wall
I got a nigga from The Source
Swingin' from my balls
Ughh!
Ya want me to set it
Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded
Let it rain
And jackin' out fire
What you're seein' when I'm takin' shit another level higher
Now it's on
Ain't gettin' domed
Buckin' all these niggas 'till they all gone
Now we can roll to the east side of town
And I'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta (state of clown)
You better move your ass to this MAC-11
Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7
"Yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. Hey motherfuckas:
move back! Yo, B-Real.."
I'm the head-hunter
You goin' under
Make a trophy
Call it the two-headed buster
On my mantle
Back in the temple
Givin' up the family
Up and down Central
Butt bloody
Anybody
Lookin' for a wide body
One body
Somebody
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
I ain't fallin' off like Humpty-Dumpty
Nigga you still wanna bump me
Still got the hand on pump
And now I'm thumpin' on 'em
Thumpin on 'em
See
Somebody, anybody scream
When I got the gatt with the big red beam
Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes
Now your chances are never
When you're lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel
Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further
Seven eighty one redruM with the Murder
Tie him up
Throw him in the trunk
Let the funk
Blow his earsdrums out
'Till he's bleedin'
Then let's get him weeded
It's the phunk Buddha
Let me do the
Ceremony up with the hoota
And the shooter
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Zespol: James Taylor
Album: Gorilla
Tytul: How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)
Way down here you need a reason to move
Feel a fool running your stateside games
Lose your load, leave your mind behind, Baby James
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so simple I just got to go
The sun's so hot I forgot to go home
Guess I'll have to go now
"Americano" got the sleepy eye
But his body's still shaking like a live wire
Sleepy "Se?orita" with the eyes on fire
Oh, Mexico
It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low
Moon's so bright like to light up the night
Make everything all right
Baby's hungry and the money's all gone
The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone
She gets a long letter, sends back a postcard; times are hard
Oh, down in Mexico
I never really been so I don't really know
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go
Oh, Mexico
I never really been but I'd sure like to go
Oh, Mexico
I guess I'll have to go now
Zespol: The Unseen
Album: Lower Class Crucifixtion
Tytul: Too Young To Know, Too Reckless To Care
too young to know, we're too reckless to care
too young to know, you were never even there
too young to know, we're too reckless to care
too young to know, now i just dont fucking care!
hello dear father you did a hell of a job
i sit and ponder wondering what the fuck is wrong
heres some toys, give this check to your mom
cause if i dont pay, the judge wont let daddy come
too young to know, we're too reckless to care
too young to know, you were never even there
too young to know, we're too reckless to care
too young to know, now i just dont fucking care!
the marriage vows are such a fucking joke
how many times can one person have and hold
sickness and health means nothing to me
we are the future of this dysfunctional society
too young to know, we're too reckless to care
too young to know, you were never even there
too young to know, we're too reckless to care
too young to know, now i just dont fucking care!
pack your bags and leave the family you built
i hope youre feeling lots of lonliness and guilt
so many fuck and knock there girlfriends up
desert your family and let your kids raise themselves
HEY DAD FUCK YOU
