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Texas Women (Hank Williams Jr.)

I've got some fond memories of San Angelo
and I've seen some beauty queens in El Paso
but the best looking women that I've ever seen have all been in Texas and all wearing jeans.

I'm a country plowboy not an urban cowboy
and I don't ride bulls but I have lots of men
driving pick up trucks trusting God and luck
and I live to love Texas Women

I thought I'd seen beauty in far away places till I looked upon those Houston faces
spent Hollywood night up in Beverly Hills but they weren't nothing like one night down in Brownsville.

I'm a country plowboy not an urban cowboy
and I don't ride bulls but I have lots of men
driving pick up trucks trusting God and luck
and I live to love Texas Women

I'm a pretty fair judge of the opposite **
and I aint seen nothing that will touch em yet
they may be from Waco or out in Lampasas but one thing about it they all come from Texas.

I'm a country plowboy not an urban cowboy
and I don't ride bulls but I have lots of men
driving pick up trucks trusting God and luck
and I live to love Texas Women

I'm an Oilers fan not a soccer man
and my arms are red and so is my blood
and they make it boil with that soft Texas drawl and I love them all Texas Women

ow ow

Lui Ou Toi (Alizee)

Où est "IL"
Quand il m'abandonne
Toute la vie
Est loin

Où est "LUI"
J'aime sa voix d'homme
Sans lui "IL" n'est rien

"Lui" est plus vieux
Je porte son pull marine
L'eau de ses yeux
Est bleue, d'un bleue des mers de chine

"IL" est mystérieux
Dans sa stratosphère
Entre les deux, je voulais
Les deux

J'ai dans le cœur comme un poids
Dans la gorge comme une épine
De n'avoir fait le choix
"LUI" ou "TOI"
Les fenêtres sont en bois
Et ce plus assassines
Qui coulent au fond de moi
"LUI" ou "TOI"...

Où est "IL" ?
Quand il n'y a personne
Toute la ville s'éteint

"TOI" et "LUI"
Mes deux moitiés d'homme
Sans eux je n'
Suis rien

"LUI" est si fort
Je ris quand il s'ennuie
Quand il a tort
Là, je l'aime encore, il dit :

Qu' "IL", est amoureux
Comme l'eau aime la vague
Moi, sans les deux, j'ai du vague
A l'âme

J'ai dans le cœur comme un poids
Des larmes d'encre de chine
Qui me montrent du doigt
"LUI" ou "TOI"
Retrouver au fond de moi
Des rondes enfantines
Mais les chevaux de bois
Sont froids

Somewhere Down In Texas (Jason Boland)

I look south and see the strom coluds role, on their way from 'ol mexico
i don't wanna be alone
and the rays of light through my shinnerbock bottle
made me wanna turn on the key and put down the throddle
get lost down 35

when i get tied down to the tides that bind
seems like i'm never gonna find the time
to do what i need
thats to find me a place where i can think
talk about love and laugh and drink
and theres someone there who cares

cause no matter how big it storms
i know i can find me a place thats warm
the sun is shinin somewhere in texas
i hope its shinin on her
somewhere down in texas

in a place that big a man can get lost
never find the time and forget about the cost




theres more important things
shes somewhere smilin north of san antone

i've got her number but i stare at the phone
cause i still want to believe

that no matter how big it storms
i know i can find me a place thats warm
the sun is shinin somewhere in texas
i hope its shinin on her
somwhere down in texas

to hell with horoscopes and empty dreams
to hell with valentino and his cut of pair of jeans
cause i know i can make it there
on a 12 pack and a prayer

cause no matter how big it storms
i know i can find me a place thats warm
the sun is shinin somewhere in texas
i hope its shinin on her
somwhere down in texas
down in texas
down in texas
somwhere down in texas

Descontrol (Peligro featuring Zion y Lennox)

Zion, baby!

Y es que siento un descontrol
Cuando tu me bailas
Y es que tu me matas
Eres una malvada
Que no tiene compasion
Un descontrol
Cuando tu me bailas
Y es que tu me matas
Eres una malvada
Que no tiene compasion

Mami, chulita
No pares de bailar
Contigo quiero to' la noche perriar
Ponte 'llaquita
Que te vo'a azotar, mai
Ven, pegate, nena
Muevete suave
Con tu cuerpo matame
Dale, azotame
Ven, pegate, nena
Muevete suave
Con tu cuerpo matame
Dale, azotame

Y es que siento un descontrol
Cuando tu me bailas
Y es que tu me matas
Eres una malvada
Que no tiene compasion
Un descontrol
Cuando tu me bailas
Y es que tu me matas
Eres una malvada
Que no tiene compasion

Si no tienes compasion, pues menos yo
Mamita, tu gatito olvidalo
Que esta noche tu y yo vamos hacer escandalo
Baja el telon, subelo
Dame el toston pa' majarlo con el pilon
Luego nos vamos, aquel maquinon
Pal Hotel San Juan, pa' Babylon
Va comenzar el vacilon
Busca las botellas de Don Perignon

Yo se que tu quieres probarme
Chuparme todo, y acariciarme
Hacerme tuyo y conquistarme
Cizarme, quieres motivarme
Yo voy a darte lo tuyo
De eso yo me aseguro
Y estoy tan seguro
Que cuando yo te coga
Te voy a dar duro

Y es que siento un descontrol
Cuando tu me bailas
Y es que tu me matas
Eres una malvada
Que no tiene compasion
Un descontrol
Cuando tu me bailas
Y es que tu me matas
Eres una malvada
Que no tiene compasion

Yo! Yo!
(Toma, toma!)
Yo! Yo!
(Toma, toma!)
Yo! Yo!
(Toma, toma!)
The Lab Studios!
(Toma, toma!)
DJ Wassie!
(Yo! Yo!)
(Yeah, yeah!)
(Peligro!)
(Entretenimiento peligroso!

Si Señor (Control Machete)

Dorado y creciendo maduro en mi tierra
Listo para volar mientras mi gente espera
Espigas que voy yo sembrando
Para ver si germinan
Viento del norte pensamiento y vida
A san pedro lo traigo entre el
Aliento y saliva que suelto
Cada momento que siento correcto
Y lo hago completo y directo

Chorus:
Si señor, si señor (viene, viene, viene, viene)
Viento, caricias, levedad y sabor
Si señor, si señor
Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor(x2)

Verse 2:
Suelo presente, esperando en represente,
Baja por las noches me arrulla yo inconsiente
En mi vientre los segundos pasados, cargados
Tatuados en mi espalda empapados aunados
A espamos de llanto y de risa
He andado sin causas sin prisas
Asi de lento el momento y no termina
Asi de lento cruzando entre las espinas

Dime que se siente, dime que se siente
Dime que se siente el sudor en la frente
Dime que se siente, dime si presientes
Dime que se siente el sudor en la frente

(chorus x2)

Verse 3:
El olor de mi terreno penetra en el cerebro
Se integra al sistema y toma mi cuerpo
Lo hace flotar, respirar y tranquilo
Estoy en el sitio como para ir a sembrar un poco
Y después recogerlo poco a poco
Llevarlo a mi bodega, y ver lo que me interesa
Lo bueno, lo malo...

Viene y viene el que ausenta la mantiene
Espesa, viene y viene,
Viento, caricias, levedad y sabor
Fuego, sonrisas, realidad y dolor

(chorus x4)

Critical (Jt The Bigga Figga)




(JT)
What's up Quinn?
(San Quinn)
Ah what's up mane?
(JT)
Back up in the house you got your boy Rack Skerz posted as usual
(Rack Skerz)
What's up JT mane? Tell these motha**as what's goin down on this
filthy side of town
(San Quinn)
Yeah!

(JT)
Back up in this game our dope is faulty
These niggas actin shady got they pistols in they pockets
But these fools don't wanna play me they be
I been thinkin about this game that I'm spittin
Got homies on the block that pack they choppers and put their hands up
in them leather minis
They won't hesitate to squeeze the trigger
They lay you out on the ground and go into your pockets then they take
your figures
Aggrivated aggression they niggas smoke with the sesses (?) with Philly
blunts Garcia Vegas and them Smith-N-Wessons
Packin Tech-Nines these niggas actin fine then they snappin
Can't trust no Fillmoe niggas in the middle of the night then they
cappin
Gotta get away and I betcha they'll sweat ya
They'll get to the spot and grab they choppers and drive around until
they catch ya
And then they buckin and blastin and fools be mashin and dashin
Paper shortage on the block so fools be actin scandalous
Comin up in this game these fools be faulty it's pitiful
Keep your game to a minimal this shit is critical
The intro

(talking)
Ha, ha, ha, ha...
You motha**as thought I sold my soul fool!
We still independent in this motha**a
Get Low Records, Ro-Rack Records and Straight Out the Labb
Entertainment
Takin it nationwide, worldwide, and we gonna strive you know what I'm
sayin?!
It's goin down baby boy!
Eh, Enhancer, let em hear that O.G. shit man that's real!

(Chorus)
A young player from the Get Low
Cuz I'm comin game tight outta Fillmoe
A young player from the Get Low on the intro on the intro
Cuz I'm comin game tight on a daily basis
From the Fillmoe town where they try to take this
Game from the gamer but they can't cuz that's how the shit go mane
A young player from the Get Low
Cuz I'm comin game tight outta Fillmoe
A young player from the Get Low on the intro on the intro

East Side Rendezvous (Frost)




featuring O.G. Enius A.L.T.

[Intro Diane Gordon]

(chanting ahh)

[Verse 1 Frost]

I just woke up thank god it's friday
fire up the lac and hit the highway jump
to the carwash so we can hit them whitewall tires
Sedan DeVille sitting on L.A. Wires
and it's gotta be 80 degrees
I got a check in my pocket for 15 G's
hit the first interstate now I'm straight
stop at the record store to pick me up an old school tape
back in my ride see the spin of the tires
Kid Frost rolling bumping Earth, Wind, & Fire
it feels good holding 15 grand
so I parked the Sedan and I strolled in the green spans
give me a pair of your 50 30
cascades cortes that are jet black
hoodie headed back home got geed up fool
it's an eastside rendezvous yeah yeah

[Chorus - Diane Gordon]

Come on and roll with me
on that late night rendezvous
come on and roll with me
like them OG's do

Come on and roll with me
on that late night rendezvous
come on and roll with me
like them gangstas do

[Verse 2 - O.G. Enius]

Now who beat that brand new daddy of the year
I swear baby we're going to take you there
it's me that eastside G you never heard of
with A.L.T. and them folks getting much love
through the neighborhoods through the city
woofers in the back bumping do wah ditty yeah
drop a line to them hookers for their info
pack their smokes LA capping with their k**is low
because we're some true playas bandits
got them hinas at the hotel and they can't stand it
I got that **ual healing on them
36 double deuce 36 and I'm feeling on them
ooh eee I see
she got it going on like a true whiz gee
but I'm a stay true
P-I-M-P from the eastside

[chorus]

[Verse 3 - A.L.T.]

Now it's friday night and everything's all right
so just sit back relax and enjoy the flight
see A.L.T. hitting corners in the 63
now I'm straight rendezvousing through the SGV
as the 18's blast pop the the tape in the dash
bumping old school flues like Teddy Pendergrass
I can feel the heat coming out from underneath my seat
I never heard the word defeat
it's the middle of july so it's hot
I think of Kid Frost he's been courting at the G spot fool
Frost said I hope the one time don't stop ya
I don't give a damn I'm sipping Malibu and Vodka
I'm on that San Bernardino
In the fast lane because baby got some hinas out in Chino
and you know that I'm a G'd up fool
it's an eastside rendezvous when I loud

[chorus]
[(chanting ahh)]

Ball 'N' Chain (Roxx Gang)

Judge said guilty, away I went
99 years in the San Quentin pen
Put me to work on this road gang
Gave me a hammer and a ball 'n' chain
Singin' Lordy, won't ya take me away
Can't stand these chains not one more day
Every night get on my knees and pray
Lordy please come and take me away

I remember back one moonshine night
Killed a man in a drunken fight
I'll see you swing, boy, the sheriff swore
As he turned the key in the cell block door
Singin' Lordy, won't ya take me away
Can't stand these chains not one more day
Every night get on my knees and pray
Lordy please come and take me away

I'll never touch another drop of whiskey
I'll never cheat at cards again, I swear
Won't tell no lies, I'll say my prayers on Sunday
If my poor soul you would spare

Oh come and set me free
You know this ain't no life fore me
Oh come and set me free
Set me free

If I could shake these ole' leg irons
I'ld be runnin' from the dogs and the police sirens
With a little luck I just might make it
Give me half a chance and you know I'll take it

I'll never touch another drop of whiskey
I'll never cheat at cards again, I swear
Won't tell no lies, I'll say my prayers on Sunday
If my poor soul you would spare

On come and set me free
You know this ain't no life fore me
Oh come and set me free
Set me free

I was spare the rope got life hard time
Forgive me Lord for my crime
My spirit and back's been broken
Wish I'd swung from that tall oak

Singin' Lordy, won't ya take me away
Can't stand these chains not one more day
Every night get on my knees and pray
Lordy please come and take me away

Take me away won't ya take me
Take me away won't ya take me
Take me away won't ya take me
Take me away come and take me away

Singin' Lordy, won't ya take me away
Can't stand these chains not one more day
Every night get on my knees and pray
Lordy please come and take me away

It Ain't Easy (Tupac Shakur)

I take a shot of Henessey
now I'm strong enough to face the madness
nickel bags full of sess weed laced with hash
phone calls from my niggas on the other side
two childhood friends just died
I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change
And what remains
from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguements with my foolish troop
I spend more time with my niggas then I
do with you
But everywhere it's the same thang
that's the game, I'll be damned if a thang changed
** the fame
I'll be hustling to make a million
lord knows, ain't no love for us ghetto children
so we cold, rag top slowin' down
time to stop for gas
peep my horn for a hoochie with a proper ass
Uhh, It ain't easy, that's my motto
drinkin' tangeray straight out da bottle
everybody wanna know if I'm insane
my baby mama gotta mind full of silly games
all the drama got me stressen like I'm hopeless
I can't cope
me and my homies smokin' roaches
cuz we broke
late night hangin' out till the sunrise
getten high
watchin' the cops roll by
Uhh, It ain't easy


Chorus (3X)
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh..

I can't sleep
niggas plottin' on to kill me
While I'm dreaming
wake up screaming
cuz I can hear them suckas scheming
Probably paranoid,
Problem is
I'm supposed to be fantasing
A brother bite the bullet
Open I'm fire
And I thought
"I wonder why this the way it is"
Even now looking of for these
Killa kids
Bill Clinton can you recognize a nigga representin'
doin' 20 to life in San Quintan
Gettin calls from my nigga
Mike Tyson
Ain't nuttin' nice
Yo Pac, "Do something rightegous with your life
Even thou you innoccent
You still a nigga
So they figure
rather have behind bars then triggas
But I'm hold ya down
And holla Thug Life"
lickin' shots till I see
My niggas free
On my block


No, it ain't easy
Till I see my niggas free
On the block



Chorus (3X)
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh....

Lately, I've been reminiscin'
about pepermint snaps
'n Junior High
hit the block
Keepin' eyes on the cops
While D-boyz slang rocks
Its the project ked without a conscience
I'm having dreams
of hearing screams at my concerts
meetin' all my childhood peers
through the years
tryin' to stack a little green
I was only seventeen
when I started servin' fiends
and I wish there was another way
to stack a dollar
and my appollar
cuz these hard times
make me wanna hollar
will I live to see tommorrow ?
am I fallin' off ?
I hit the weed
And proceed
to say, ** all of y'all
ain't nobody down with me
I'm thuggin'
I can't go home
cuz mutha-**as think i'm buggin'
So now I'm in this high powered cell
at the county jail
Punk Judge
Got a grudge
Can't post no bail
what, do I do and these county blues
gettin' battered and bruised
by the you know who
and these fakes get the shakin'
when they face me, snakes
ain't got enough nuts to replace me
sittin' in this livin' hell
listenin' to niggas yell
tryin' to torture to tell
I'm gettin' ill
But ain't nobody sayin' much
The same old nuts
Is makin' bucks
While these sluts is gettin' **ed
they violated my pobation
and it seems
I'll be going on a long vacation
Meanwhile... It ain't easy
No it ain't easy



Chorus (3X)
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentary
or will I stay free Uhh...

Severe Punishment (Wu-Tang Clan)




I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable

Are you, my judge?

It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?

Verse One: U-God

Yo, yeah, yo, yo
Yo, yeah
Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's ticking, eruptments conduct
Entering one funk before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
Blood brothers people of colors we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things being said
Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
mic half a dangle, seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a
kiss of spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters

Number two, Chao San Poi

Verse Two: The Genius/GZA

This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks that's rough
Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
So we attack this, and grab all within reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift through the pipeline
LP's delivered with style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
order, revealin hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef

Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger
Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open
with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
Slang soufleer home decorater, player
Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me

Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZA

Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove
Gettin down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's
Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported
chambers been recorded, you're **in with the loops
Time for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium
two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle
and politic with Leo and Russell
When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you

He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives

Verse Five: Masta Killa

Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
ignite, blowin the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't ** with the
deadly ground I hold down
Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
look for means of survival and who's liable
for this harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy
To ** up your anatomy with assault and battery

Number two, Chao San Poi
Number two, Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives

Number one, Yen Chang Wa
He's an adulterer, don't trust him
Number two, Chao San Poi
Number two, Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives

I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable

Are you, my judge?

It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable

Are you, my judge?

It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?


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