See let a nigga come through with that bullshit. Anytime you pop that shit nigga. I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy. I know, it'll come to what? say what?.
Pop Shots (ft. Wu-tang). . [Intro: DJ Premier (ODB samples)]. Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty. "See my name is the ODB". "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard".
Okay, welcome to my 12 bar. The beat, wears it like a kevlar. As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African. Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking abdomen.
Paralyzed, so paralyzed. Just fell inside deeper again. Terrified, unclarified. So who am I? I don't even know. . Oh maybe, oh maybe, oh maybe. It's hard to come back down.
Party people. Party people. Can y'all get funky?. Soul Sonic Force, can y'all get funky?. The Zulu Nation, can y'all get funky?. Yeah, just hit me. Just taste the funk and hit me.
Corrupt politicians are roaming the street, suits and ties as disguise, a swastika underneath.. Corrupt politicians are roaming the street, suits and ties as disguise, a swastika underneath..
Now is not the time to feel. Now is not the time to hurt. . Look away from my thoughts. All the strings around my heart. Coat them in Silicon. Breaking down all the parts.
I gotta find peace of mind. I know another cord. I gotta find peace of mind. See, this what that voice in your head says. When you try to get peace of mind.
Woke up in the twenties.. There were flappers and fruits in white suits.. It was right before the crash.. We got thrashed throughout the thirties.. Queuing up for soup in scabby sores..
I guess I met her at the party pit. She said those kids she's with were sellin' it. And so we sailed off on some separate trips. And she got pinned down at the party pit.
Hier au Rendez-vous des amis. Hou là là je me suis mis minable. Putain de muflée que je me suis pris. Lamentable. Des comme ça j'en prends qu'une par an.
Dis-moi Renaud, d'abord,. Pourquoi t'as un blouson noir?. Dis-moi, d'abord,. Est-ce que c'est vrai que t'es un loubard?. . Un blouson noir moi je trouve ça beau.
Putain c'est trop con. Ce putain d' camion. Mais qu'est-ce qu'y foutait là. Putain de vie d' merde. T'as roulé dans l'herbe. Et nous, tu nous plantes là.
Non, ne crois pas, fillette,. Me retenir encore. Dans tes rues sans violettes,. Dans ton triste décor.. N'essaie pas de me suivre,. Déserte mes rivages,.
Depuis deux mille ans tu te lèves tous les matins. Bien avant l'aube pour t'en aller bêcher la terre. Avant que le grain ne devienne un morceau de pain.
J'ai garé ma mobylette. Devant l'entrée des artistes. J'ai laissé la porte ouverte. Pour avoir un oeil sur elle.. Il faudrait pas qu'on profite. Que j' suis en train d' vendre ma cam'lote.
Tu m'excuseras mignonne. D'avoir pas pu marcher. Derrière les couronnes. De tes amis branchés. Parc' que ton dealer. Était peut-être là. Parmi ces gens en pleurs.
I'm getting tired of asking, this is the final time. So did I make you happy because you cried an ocean?. And there's a thousand lines about the way you smile.