There goes the neighborhood.. . Here come them fuckin' niggas. With their fancy cars.. Who gave them fuckin' niggas. Those rock guitars?. Who let 'em in the club?.
My friend's addicted to cocaine. Smokes day and night. Drives mom and pop insane. Living his life in the dark light. Every dollar he gets goes into the pipe.
Talk shit... GET SHOT!. Act hard mutha fucker... GET SHOT!. Pop off... GET SHOT!. Run up mutha fucker... GET SHOT!. . Niggaz ain't blew up the spot a while.
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records.. It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist.. But the real problem is the fear of the white girl.
Everything black, I don't want black. I want everything black, I ain't need black. Some white some black, I ain't mean black. I want everything black.
Take me back. Hold it. No no no rewind, yeah right there. Oh fuck it. (Chor). Welcome to the show. I'll explain if your don't know. I'm your host. Your the guest.
I. The Dream. what. makes a dream. so very different. from any other dream. where is that. straight line. that i can hold up. to the light. and say NO!.
In a day of 1999 it had to happen. The result of man's stupidity became real. . Death smell is everywhere. In their nicely worked out war plan. . Through the sky come rockets down there people are scored.
Tell me tell me tell me. What am i supposed to do. I never want another motherfucker like you. If i ever see girl i know i'll be sick. You want a second chance? you can suck my dick.
Yeah, yeah, c'mon. . Two sides, from the heart. Well, It's alright, alright. . Want to know a bout me. Well, It's it's the way it's got to be. There's more you to me than what you see.
You freak rhyming check the way I'm getting on the ground.. Make you shake that front and wiggle your behind.. Like whoop, tell her where it's at one, two microphone..
You were down and I wasn't around. So I just want to let you know how I feel. I guess I know that you're needing me now. I want to be there but I just don't know how.
That's what you told me baby. That's what you told me baby. That's what you told me baby. You drive me crazy. . I thought I was the one. When we were together.
Take me down to Union Station. In my black coat put a pink carnation. Kiss me twice for love and luck. In my hands place your last few bucks. Honey babe I'm leaving you.
Tu corazón es un millón de cosas buenas. Y tu país con más razón la libertad. Una esperanza entre la costa, sierra y selva. La convicción de cada día mejorar.
This is a song for Phil Daoust:. occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust.. I never ever ever mentioned your name,. or the review that you wrote, when I was new to this game..
Somewhere in your wardrobe, I'd be willing to bet. There's a t-shirt probably bearing the silhouette of Che Guevara. . He was revolutionary, yeah, he wore a cool hat.
Fuck the motherfucker. Fuck the motherfucker. Fuck the motherfucker. He's a fucking motherfucker. . Fuck the motherfucker. Fuck the fucking fucker. Fuck the motherfucker.
Yeah, yeah you know I was strolling down the street the other day. you know and I ran into this lady I'm like "what's up mommy,. hey what's up baby, what's cracking baby what's going on with you girl"..
[Chorus:]. Just throw ya hood up (Throw ya hood up). Throw it up, fire up, got the rag and the bag. Just throw ya hood up (Throw ya hood up). Six-deuces, Chevrolet's in the back poppin' flags.