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Hip Hop Party Dana 24.9.2005 održat će se Hip Hop Party u Disco Clubu SATURN (Jastrebarsko) s početkom u 20 ili 21 h. Ulaz se naplaćuje nešto sitno. Nastupaju D.R.C.,Kuky,Suicide. DJ-evi su DJ Chill i DJ Uragan. Svi koji su zainteresirani dođite. |
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Artist: N.W.A. Album: Straight Outta Compton Song: Straight Outta Compton You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge Verse One: Ice Cube Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come and get me Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo Goin off on a motherfucker like that with a gat that's pointed at yo ass So give it up smooth Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin with a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily yo weekly, monthly and yearly until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly that I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] [Eazy E] Yo Ren [MC Ren] Whassup? [Eazy E] Tell em where you from! Verse Two: MC Ren Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jackin the crops Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin' And when illegally armed it's called 'packin' Shoot a motherfucker in a minute I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it So if you're at a show in the front row I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows me, slut, you're composed to a crazy muthafucker from tha street Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb muthafucker that starts static Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself every time I pull a AK off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a law R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin that's takin place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your ass is through Look, you might take it as a trip but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton... Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] [Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin... Verse Three: Eazy-E ...straight outta Compton is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother and make ya sister think I love her Dangerous motherfucker raises hell And if I ever get caught I make bail See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pass, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga drivin but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin lookin for the one they call Eazy But here's a flash, they never seize me Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker! This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] [Damn that shit was dope!] |
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Artist: Tony Yayo f/ 50 Cent Song: So Seductive Aww nigga do you know what this is 1 shot, 1 kill, whats the deal G-UNIT! (HERE WE GO NOW!) [Verse 1- Tony Yayo] Aww nigga do you know who you wit It's tony yayo up in this bitch got them german lugers wit them hollow tips 2 shot rugers wit them extra clips [Verse 2- 50 Cent] 50 cent, back on that gangsta shit on my way, OT to flip them bricks in that big, body benz you know its a 6 got your bitch on my dick I stack them chips and I'm flash my jewels are sick from a block away you can see the kid don't front, muthafucka you know my style I don't go nowhere without my .40 cal on the low, shawty got a thang for the kid and ya know, I'm finna take her back to the crib here we go, imma show her how a playa live at the door, I tell her take her clothes off...shiiit [Chorus, 1x 50 cent, 1x tony yayo] Shorty so seductive dancing on me The way that she move is making me horny If I wake up next to her in the morning I'ma turn her over and tell her lets do it again [Verse 3- Tony Yayo] I put the g in g-unit baby I got game any more good to go and I dunno your name is it the wheels on the hot car meals from the shot bar or you just wanna quickie with a rap star ladies tell the truth, you know I'm cute but what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off going to the tele and your getting popped off I can't stop thinking of the things you do when you freakin me and I'm freaking you I said the ice on my neck make the shorties stick baby let me fly you in my whip stop, slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake it go down baby It's past my curfew but parole don't know tear up the club, don't call my PO [Chorus, 1x 50 cent, 1x tony yayo] Shorty so seductive dancing on me The way that she move is making me horny If I wake up next to her in the morning I'ma turn her over and tell her lets do it again [Verse 4- Tony Yayo] my waves keep spinning, my charm get major women you know them black and them white and them asian women lets cut the small talk, you know why I wrote you I can't stand with a dime thats anti-social gucci lip gloss, luios vuitton, and them boots from beneto vinetto cost her arm yayos a don, my car european you got mirrors in your pants cause I see me in them listen, I piss out cris, inhale haze in the mary eye gear laid all day tattos, and piercings and rings in your tongue shorty things like that will make my black ass comfortable I need groupie love, the coupe on dubs I'm in this club with a tre pound snub don't blame it on david I'm all iced out 50 got me rich so the bars priced out [Chorus, 1x 50 cent, 1x tony yayo] Shorty so seductive dancing on me The way that she move is making me horny If I wake up next to her in the morning I'ma turn her over and tell her lets do it again |
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Hip Hop Party Dana 24.9.2005 održat će se Hip Hop Party u Disco Clubu SATURN (Jastrebarsko) s početkom u 20 ili 21 h. Ulaz se naplaćuje nešto sitno. Nastupaju D.R.C.,Kuky,Suicide. DJ-evi su DJ Chill i DJ Uragan. Svi koji su zainteresirani dođite. |
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Artist: The Game f/ 50 Cent Song: How We Do [Hook - 50 Cent] This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love [Verse I - Game] Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt [Verse II - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cuz I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass [Hook] [Verse III - Game] I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) [Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] [50 Cent] 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time [Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun [50 Cent] Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my Ba, Retta The dra-ma, setta Sip Am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!) |
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Artist: The Game f/ 50 Cent Album: The Documentary Song: Hate it or Love It [50 Cent] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh.. Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game) Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.) (And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me) [The Game] G-G-G-G-G-Unit, on the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song and really do it, that's the true meanin of a ghostwriter Ten G'sll take your daughter out her Air Forces Believe you me homey, I know all about losses I'm from Compton, where the wrong colors be cautious One phone call'll have your body dumped in marshes I stay strapped like car seats, been bangin since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys That's ten years, I told Pooh in ninety-five I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride and if I gotta die, I'd rather a homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died Now I'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on See how time fly? [Chorus] [50 Cent] From the beginnin to the end, losers lose When it's win this is real we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain Enough of me nigga now listen to Game [The Game] Used to see five-oh, throw the crack by the bench Now I'm fuckin with 5-0 it's all startin to make sense My moms happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz Waitin on shop money to lamp, sittin in the Range Thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes when there's kids starvin 'Pac is gone and Brenda still throwin babies in the garbage I wanna know "What's Goin' On" like I hear Marvin No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted I think what if Marie Bank had got that abortion? I love you ma [Chorus] |
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Artist: Terror Squad Album: True Story Song: Lean Back [Intro: Fat Joe] Owwwwww!!!! yeah! my niggaz!!! uh huh!!! Throw your hands in the air right now man!!! Feel this shit right here! Scott Storch nigga! Yeah Khalid I see you nigga!!! Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo! [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens nigga We from the Bronx, New York, shit happens Kids clappin, love to spark the place Half the niggaz in the squad got a scar on their face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mill for the charm, nigga this is life Got the Phantom in front of the buildin, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a young'n - was too much to cope with Why you think – mu'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit Shoulda been called Armed Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was 'gon bubble Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid! [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Verse 2: Remy Martin] R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die With a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion My niggaz in the club, but you know they not dancin We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogies So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies Listen we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us And we - walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't a need for a VIP section In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it Said he - liked my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction See "Money Ain't a Thing" nigga, we still the same niggaz Flows just changed now we bout to change the game nigga [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now And that G4 can fly through any weather now See, niggaz get tight when you worth some millions This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit If 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly squeal Cause half these rappers they +Blow+ like Derek Foreal If you cross the line, damn right I'm 'gon hurt ya These faggot niggaz even made gang signs commercial Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin it up B2K crip walkin like that's what's up! Kay keep tellin me to speak about the Rucker Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this My niggaz didn't have to play to win the championship, come on! [Chorus: Fat Joe] Niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back (Come on!) [Outro: Fat Joe] Ha! ha! yeah! (Can you hear me?!) Bronx, BX borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!) Big Pun forever, Tone Montana forever (Can you hear me?!) Uh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come on!!! Nah man, it ain't never gon stop Search!!! Raul!!! JB, Fat Ant come on!!! Uh!! |
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Artist: Eminem f/ 50 Cent, Dr. Dre Album: Encore Song: Encore [50] Sh-sh-sh-SHA-DY! Aftermath [Em] Ha ha, G-G-G-G, G-Unit! [50] Ha ha! (Ha ha) [Chorus: 50 + Eminem] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce toniiiiiight And if they don't let us in through the front do' Come through the siiiiiide Cause I don't wanna ever leave the game without at least saying goodbyyyyyye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right scream one last tiiiiiime [Eminem] Get your ass up for the Doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the Doctor, c'mon now! Here we go, cliffhanger, it's another club banger Got you hangin on the edge of your seat, get on down [Dr. Dre] Time's up, game's over, you lose, I win Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year, next phase begin Look who's got you goin crazy again I'ma trend, I set one every time I'm in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you somethin that we already had But once you're gone you don't come back [Eminem] Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin Sit and observe, listen you'll learn if you pay attention Why I send multi-platinum albums, later three diamond Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin [Chorus] [Em] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk! [Dr] Get it crunk (CRUNK, CRUNK, CRUNK) [Em] And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and [50] Jump (JUMP, JUMP, JUMP) [Dr. Dre] The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists censored I don't gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches [Eminem] We keep the party rockin off the hinges We ain't showin off, we're just goin off, popular contentions [Dr. Dre] But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin? Doctor's this, Doctor's that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record {*crackle*} WHAT? We gon' have this motherfucker hoppin in a second (PUMP PUMP) That's why we always save the best cut last to make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass [Eminem] Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the back and forth all day like the hot potato game that's why we came to [Chorus] [Eminem] 50 Cent, c'mon! [50 Cent] Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump, everywhere we go It's no secret, everybody know When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved [Dr. Dre] And plenty honies involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, every day is just another party from the valleys All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week [Dr. Dre] You can catch me in the studio, bangin out the beats to provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker [Eminem] So never say never cause Shady/Aftermath together along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of The, The Doc (and Shady) no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that uh [Chorus] [Eminem] Yeah! Ha ha Still Aftermath, 2006 And don't worry bout that "Detox" album, it's comin We gon' make Dre do it (ha ha) 50 Cent, G-Unit Obie Trice, D-Twizy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain't leavin Let's go! Ha ha Ladies and gentlemen Thank you all for comin out PEACE! {*crowd cheers to fade and chants "Em-i-nem*} [Eminem] Oh shit, I almost forgot, you're comin with me! {*gunshots*} [Eminem] {*laughing*} {*scream*} [Eminem] {*laughing*} Bye bye! |
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Artist: Cypress Hill f/ Eminem, Noreaga Album: Skull & Bones Song: Rap Superstar (Eminem Speaking) Most people don't see how much work is really involved in this rap shit I didn't know it I didn't see it I never saw it until i was actually in it You really gotta be in it To understand what its like But you always gotta People always gotta see your smile You always gotta put on that fake You know what i'm sayin No matter what u just been through (B-Real) So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large a big house 5 cars, you're in charge Comin up in the world Don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly (B-Real) I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up To rock crowds make money Chill wit the honies Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me Shits funny How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it Never the less you gotta go for the gusto But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears and losin some of your peers And losin some of your self Music has past gone by Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy Egomaniac in the brainiac Don't know how to act Shits deep 48 tracks Studio gangsta mack Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill But never will Till he crosses over still Feelin no hate But fantasies come wit these Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz And take shit from people who don't know what it is I wish it was all fun and games But the price of fame is high And some can't pay to play Trapped in what you rappin about Tell me what happened when you lost clout The rout you took started collapsing No fans No fame No respect No change No women And everyone shits on your name (Chorus) So you wanna be a rap superstar And live large A big house 5 cars The rent charged Comin up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly To be a rap superstar And live large A big house 5 cars The rent charged Comin up in the world don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly (Noreaga Speaking) When you sign to a record label You don't know you sign your life over And these whiteboys don't care about you Cuz the minute you fall off They'll find another Noreaga And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga And they'll find another B-Real So you need to just keep Stack your chips up Do what you gotta do while your hot And mafuckin get out the game Stick to the drug game And the drug game is even worse Because if someone jerks you You can shoot em and kill me But in this game if someone jerks you You gotta be humble (Eminem Speaking) No matter what you just been through Shit has gotta be right You gotta approach people You gotta be on the up and up And everything gotta be all good When you see someone slap hands with em You know what i'm sayin give em a pound Or whatever it is But you always gotta act like it ain't shit (Chorus) (B-Real) My own son don't know me Sittin up in the hotel room lonley But I thank god I'm wit my homies But sometimes I wish I was back home But only no radio or videos Cuz they show me no love The phony gotta hit the road slowly So the record gets pushed by sony I'm in the middle like monie And the press say that My own people disowned me And the best way back Is to keep your head straight Never inflate the cranium Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium Who just wanna cling on swing on And so on and go on and fall off The hoes fall off To the next rap superstar Wit no shame give him a year And they'll be right out the game The same as the last one Who came before him Gained fame Started gettin ignored I warned him Assured him This ain't easy take it from weezy Sleezy people wanna be cheesey They talkin evil (Chorus) |
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Artist: Ciara f/ Missy Elliott Album: Goodies Song: 1, 2 Step [Jazze Pha] Ladies and Gentlemen this is a Jazze Phizzle Productshizzle "Missy" The princess is here "Ciara" [verse 1] This beat is automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh Work my body, so melodic, this beat rolls through my chest everbody, ma, and papi, came to party grab somebody, work ya body, work ya body let me see you 1, 2 step [Chorus] Rock it, don't stop it Everybody get on the floor Crank the party up We about to get it on Let me see you 1, 2 step I love it when you 1, 2 step Everybody 1, 2 step We about to get it on [Verse 2] This beat is Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it Jazze made it So retarded, top charted, ever since the day I started Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it Goodies make the boys jump on it No I can't control myself Now let me do my 1, 2 step [Chorus] We gon drop it like this [Hook - 2X] It don't matter to me, we can dance slow Whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow So swing it over here Mr. DJ And we will, we will rock you [Missy] I shake it like Jello, make the boys say hello Cause they know I'm rockin the beat I know you heard about alot of MC's But they ain't got nothing on me Beacuse I'm 5 foot 2, I wanna dance with you And I'm sophisticated fun, I eat filet mignon I'm nice and young, best believe I'm number one [Chorus] This is for the hearing impared A Jazze Pha Production |
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Artist: Ciara f/ Ludacris Album: Goodies Song: Oh [Ciara] This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac White tees, Nikes, gangstas don't know how to act Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin on chrome Chokin' on that home-grown They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Thinkin' I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what fo'? Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like [Hook] Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in the club we gets low, oh [Ciara] Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, bowlin' ball Still smoke unemsmote(?), wood-grain on the wall Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all They got that southern cookin' They got them fellas lookin' Wishin' I was easy I can see it That's when I say no, what fo'? Shawty can't handle this Ciara got that fire like [Hook] Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in the club we gets low, oh [Ludacris] Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin' down in a different color whip (whip, whip) Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit (hit, hit) Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get Ludacris on the track, get back trick, switch on the 'Lac, Im flexin still Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel Trunk-rattlin' what's happenin', huh? I don't even think I need to speed Bass-travelin', face-crackilin' huh? Turn it up and make the speakers bleed Dirty south we ballin' dawg And neva think about fallin dawg Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, runnin back cuz the song is called [Hook] (2x) Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it gutta, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Gettin crunk up in the club we gets low, oh |
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Dana 24.9.2005 održat će se Hip Hop Party u Disco Clubu SATURN (Jastrebarsko) s početkom u 20 ili 21 h. Ulaz se naplaćuje nešto sitno. Nastupaju D.R.C.,Kuky,Suicide. DJ-evi su DJ Chill i DJ Uragan. Svi koji su zainteresirani dođite. |
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