Gentleman - Intoxication

Intro:
Yes empress devine
Anytime me look ina your face
You make my world a brighter place
And your majesty and grace
A help me through the rat race
Chorus:
Joy ina your eyes me nuh see no tears
Love is what you giving me throughout the years
Every time you need me I will be there my dear I swear
Love ina your eyes me nuh see no fear
Joy is what you giving me troughout the years
Every time you need me I will be there my dear I swear
There is no faking no heartbreaking
Like a volcano this ya true love is shaking
In tender caring we are partaking
Woman me feel seh big things ina the making
Intoxication of a certain kind
I will admit that you suit my mind
Pulpitation of another kind
Don't fast forward baby just rewind
Chorus
No mistaking in every thing you do
And I will always be part of you
Jah Jah made us and he will see us through
Always and forever babygirl this love is true
I've been searching for the longtest time
Almost givin' up never thought I would find
Seen many roses die on the vine
But a hidden tressure in you I man find
Chorus
On the magic carpet we a ride
Venus jupiter to the other side
Fi we togetherness nuh need no guide
There is nothing to be shame nothing fi go hide
A whole new world awaits
Brighter than the pearly gates
Where love is as strong as fate
And life is about to give and to take
Chorus
There is no faking no heartbraking
Like a volcano this ya true love is shaking
In tender caring we are partaking
Woman me feel seh big things ina the making
Intoxication of a certain kind
I will admit that you suit my mind
Pulpiation of another kind
Don't fast forward baby just rewind
Chorus



Dr. Dre - Still D.R.E

feat snoop dogg
[Snoop]
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, right?
[Dr. Dre]
Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day, A.K.
Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
[Snoop - singing]
If you ain't up on pace
[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
Chorus:
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
[Dr. Dre]
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E [Repeat 2x]
Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematic
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
[Chorus]
It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back
[Snoop - singing]
So if you ain't up on thangs
[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless
[Chorus x1.5]
[Snoop]
Like that, right back up in ya
'95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no sims, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R.



Gentleman - Send A Prayer

Intro:
Jah jah I say, hear the words of his son lifting up his voice today
I know and I pray, never will I go astray
Chorus:
Me send a prayer for my mama today
On my knees to the father I pray
Guidance protection every day
(repeat)
Ina me ganga lee boots and ina me kahki suit
Yes I am a sldier and me seeking the truth
Trampeling the peagon cause man hafi revolte
Dem try fi kick me from the plane but Jah is my parachute
I and I a stone that the builder refuse
Nuh go walk dem walk nuh step ina dem shoes
Not hin left fi win and there is nothin left fi lose
Down a babylon the whole a dem confuse
Chorus
Fi live in dis ya world a one ting yuh shoulda know
What you gonna reap is exactly what yuh sew
Trodding mount zion only one way to go
Life it a no tee taa toe
So me nuh go sit down nuh go waste no time
Nuh go mek dem brainwash control my mind
As far as I man know man a king from ancient long time
Yuh can't pop we off from the vine
Chorus
One step come we hold a medi now
Two step baldhead and dready now
Three step high grade ina we heady now
It keep we steady now
(repeat)
Bridge:
Oh yes now
High grade ina we heady now
Oh yes now
Even the baldhead and dready now
Chorus



Czas dokonac wyboru

Hemp Gru, Ewenement, elo
Hemp Gru, Ewenement, elo
Hemp Gru, Ewenement, elo
Oto kilka prostych s?ów ty uwierz w ich
prawdziwo??
Je?li chodzi o wybór to zawsze masz mo?liwo??
lecz pami?taj o tym
Kiedy b?dziesz szed? w?asn? ?cie?k?
?e zwykle dobrze wybra? jest ci??ko
Dok?d prowadzi twoja ?cie?ka we? si? zastanów
paru ma?olatów
Na podwórku snucie planów
Pierwsza przyja?? sam decydujesz i nie zapominasz
By? kim?, by? sob?, czujesz czas szybko mija
Ja nawijam to nie meta
Jeden marzy? o wielkiej fortunie i kobietach
Pozna? dziewczyne okaza?o si?, ?e to nie ta
Zala? forme i aby utrzyma? potomka musi teraz w
fabryce
A nie wierna ?onka w tym czasie zabawia si? z
s?siadem
Niby rodzina, a chuj na to k?ade
Pami?tam drugi
Pierwszy zacz?? jara? szlugi
Pierwszy do budy, mia? by? sportowcem
Lecz sz?o mu w krate, pierwsze narkotyki i
pop?yn?? z tematem
Ma?o tego w here wpierdoli? swe siostry
Teraz z nimi zapierdala na detoksy
Trzeci by? ostry nie chcia? ba? si? niczego
Pragn?? piek?a dla siebie i nie lubi? domu swego
Razem z koleg? odjebali psa, dumni z tego
Zamkni?ci w puszce do dnia dzisiejszego
Co do czwartego, jego historii nie pisa?em
Stoje jak sta?em
Droge sw? wybra?em sam
Wyboru dokona?em
Dar dosta?em
Cel obra?em
Zrozumia?em, ?e zwyci??y tylko ten który nie
zw?tpi
?e bogaty ten, który nie sk?pi
Jutro te? jest dzie?
Nie martw si? za nim nast?pi, bo
Jutro jak wszystko jest w r?kach Boga
Ora Ziom by z kursu nie zbacza?a twa noga ELO
Oto kilka prostych s?ów ty uwierz w ich
prawdziwo??
Je?li chodzi o wybór to zawsze masz mo?liwo??
lecz pami?taj o tym
Kiedy b?dziesz szed? w?asn? ?cie?k?
?e zwykle dobrze wybra? jest ci??ko, chyba ju?
wiesz to
Ka?dej nocy, zanim nowy dzie? przywitasz
Sam siebie o to pytasz
Czy jak dostaniesz szanse to j? schwytasz
Czy i ty jeste? jednym z tych
Którzy widz?c ca?y ten pierdolony syf
Chc? mie? wp?yw
Na sytuacji rozwój
Nie pozwól, by kto? za ciebie kiedy? dokona?
wyboru
To sprawa honoru
W ?wiecie bez kolorów
Tak niewiele mo?liwo?ci
Lecz nie tra? cierpliwo?ci
Bo to ostatni klucz co otworzy drzwi
Do spokojnych dni
Ziomek mówie ci
Zaufaj mi
Chora rzeczywisto?? poluje
Zastawiaj?c sid?a
Ej ty, czy ta gra ci nie zbrzyd?a
Wiesz kto to wygra
Kto z?apie dobry wiatr i rozwinie na nim skrzyd?a
Zanim si? oka?e
Jak resztki marze?
Id?cych z nimi w parze
Wymarzony spokój uton?? gdzie? w rynsztoku
Czy b?ysk w twoim oku
?wiadczy o tym, ?e rozumiesz
Czy raczej z boku stoisz
Nie wpierdala? si? wolisz
Wiem te? si? boisz
Widz?c kolejny próg
Czas dokona? wyboru
Dzi?, dzi? na rozstaju dróg
Oto kilka prostych s?ów ty uwierz w ich
prawdziwo??
Je?li chodzi o wybór to zawsze masz mo?liwo??
lecz pami?taj o tym
Kiedy b?dziesz szed? w?asn? ?cie?k?
?e zwykle dobrze wybra? jest ci??ko, chyba ju?
wiesz to x2
Elo, Hemp Gru, Ewenement, 2001, Waco



Method Man - Bring the Pain

Basically, can't fuck with me
Verse One:
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
Chorus:
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
Interlude: Booster
And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)
Verse Two:
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
*horn sound of car racing by*
Chorus
Outro:
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills
You motherfuckers
(So???) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe
(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)



Snoop Dogg - 21 Jump Street

Snoop:
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
it's the first annual G, nigga, and all my Doggs
are invited, so go and enlight it
cause it's the first time in a long time (right)
Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in '85
when the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride
on motherfuckers like it was the thing to do
eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two)
You know what the fuck I'm talking about
after party on the lake at the big homie's house
And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun
cause everybody in the house's from two-one...
Tray Deee:
Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started
and you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest
Niggaz coming realer than The Real McCoy
so step with your rap and we bring the noise
It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches
dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches
No snitches allowed inside the crowd
cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang
In to have some fun represent two-one
and bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a...
Snoop:
Yeah, King Park was the location
and the bigga G that was my destination
(We were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me
and L.B.C. into my East Side homies..... (It's like)
Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it)
Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the East Side's perfect)
Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it)
tatatata.....
Snoop (Tray):
If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip
(so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip)
We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet)
and chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on)
Strolling through the Park one day
puffing on a fat ass J. with my homie named Tray
Deee tryin' to see if we could put this LBC thing
back together like it was supposed to see
Tray:
Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture
and if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya
Game from the heart, I came from the start
see I was regulating when crackers was the daily's
Snoop:
Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks*
And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?)
Ditchin' Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters
While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders
Tray:
And when we bang with the Saints then we ain't no joke
come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke
Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah)
and just for a second we're waking 'em up
(continue) Giving up game on his tired ass feet
with a small dedication to two-one street



by Method Man

Check it out
Yo, 1992 begins the new wave for the blunt rollers
You know what I'm sayin'?
The saga of the philly blunt continues
The flava's the P-Funk y'all, get wit it
Check it out...
Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid
Since you're down with other shit, let's see if you're down with this
It's about..strictly trying to roll a blunt
When you get the hang of it, you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk
First of all you get a fat bag of ism
From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend
Purchase a philly, not the city of Philly
Silly punk, I'm talking 'bout the shit called the Philly blunt
Lick the blunt and then the Philly blunt middle you split
Don't have a razor blade, use ya fuckin fingertips
Crack the bag and then you pour the whole bag in
Spread the ism around until the ism reach each end
Take your finger and your thumb from tip to tip
Roll it in a motion then the top piece you lick
Seal it, dry it wit ya lighter if ya gotta
The results, mmmmmmmm....proper
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
Let's all roll a blunt
..and get fucked up (yea)
The second paragraph might makes you laugh
When a brotha rolls a blunt and his breath smells like gr-ass
That's when you know you gotta take the blunt from him
Cuz his breath has the dragon in the dungeon
(yo, yo, yo, light the blunt. uh yo, here's the lighter..)
I would if this shit would stop drippin' wit saliva
And if you gonna lick it, don't drown it with ya spit, shit
I dunno what dick or last puss you licked quick
And how 'bout the non-blunt rollin' females
That always fucks it up 'cuz they don't wanna break their Lee nails
(hee hee hee hee hee, sorry Red for spilling it..)
You better pickup every seed of it
Because I paid 10 bills for the get ill..
And for spilling it you better get lost or get grilled
Bo know everything from sports to other stuff
But I bet you Bo dunno know to roll a blunt.
(hey nigga pass the gotdamn blunt. shit! what you holding it all day for?
Sit yo big ass down...)
Yo, yo, check this out
I want all the real niggas out there and the females too
If you got a fat blunt in ya mouth and you feeling high as hell
I want y'all to repeat after me, check it out
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up..)
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up...)
I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell..)
I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell) Yea.
Last but not least, Redman would like to say peace
To all the blunt rollers from the Tri-State to the Middle East
And gimme a blunt when I kick the bucket
Devil or no devil when I am the wrong to be fucked with
So everybody put they blunt up in the air
Take a puff, blow the smoke out like ya just don't care
So.. so it's heard thru the next block
I'm out, peace to Red Foxx, I'm off to the cess spot..
Yea, Redman's in the house
Yo, peace to Pack Pistol Posse, the 4,5,6
Yo, I'm out, yo Reg
Turn this shit off man (yo turn that shit off..)

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