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Listen YELSE FEAT THOMAS ARYA - DAHLIA


Lyrics

Hold Me (Mindy McCready)

(Monty Criswell/Lee Thomas Miller)

Sometimes I burn just to taste your kiss
To hear passion call me by name
To make love to you the reckless bandit
And become new to the flame

Sometimes when I need to know how much you love
There's a softer way to show me
Love me in your arms
Hold me closer to your heart
Sometimes I just need you to hold me

You know the words to make me feel pretty
Lying there in the early morning light
I like it when you say you'd be lost without me
And I love all your reasons why

Sometimes when I need to know how much you love
There's a softer way to show me
Love me in your arms
Hold me closer to your heart
Sometimes I just need you to hold me

Hold me like a heart should hold ones soul
Hold me like you're afraid to let me go

Sometimes when I need to know how much you love
There's a simple way to show me
Hold me in your arms
Listen to the beating of our hearts
Sometimes I just need you to hold me
Sometimes I just need you to hold me

World Wide (Remix) (Outlawz)

feat. 2Pac, T-Low
[Edi] + (Bosko)
(gangstaz clap yo hands)
World Wide..... Outlawz
(all the ladies clap yo hands)
Makaveli The Don....
With the homie T-Low
(gangstaz clap yo hands)
Felly Fel on the track.... Bosko
(all the ladies clap yo hands)
It's going down real big.... let's go
(clap yo hands baby)

[T-Low - Chorus]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide

[Edi]
We holla World Wide
Better understand us
Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta
Put ya hands up
Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq
Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin' us
Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two
I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do?
Move out the way, you see us coming thru
It aint a game, it's true (uhu)
We 'bout to act a fool
You know the history
All out... ball out.... picture me
Rollin' and holdin' all brands
For the victory
Edi Amin... ya know the name
Dont remember me?
Since it's nine-six
World Wide... legendary

[T-Low - Chorus]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide

[2Pac]
Known for doing skandalouz deeds
No handlin' me
And naw it aint the drugs
Just the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and cause havoc
My rapid delivery is automatic
Lettin' niggaz have it
I been labeled as a thug nigga
Since they dont sell my shit to white folks
Ship it to the drug dealers
And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide
A **in Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride
When we robb niggaz
Money made my squad bigger
But we aint sell our souls
Bustin' on our emenies, muder my foes
At my shows Imma nut
Lights, camera, time for action
Now get to clappin' to my cuts
A World Wide Mobb Figga

[T-Low - Chorus]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide

[Bosko]
Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
Clap yo hands baby

[Napoleon]
It's so hard on me
Girl pardon me
I got the same spirit Pac had
Hit 'em to me
When I arrive on the dance floor
I'm humpin' the floor
It's a world wide mobb thang
That's for sure
Got money in my pocket now
Drivin' in a rocket now
Never hear me rap around ice
I keep it underground
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy
(yall tryin to start the East-West beef again)
Girl please
Get ya money young souljah
Time steady wastin'
I been around the world before
I'm in Jamaica
P-R... B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba
L-A to V-A and even Vancouver

[Young Noble]
Hey yo....
I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin'
Outlawz reckage
Get ya dough up yall
Get ya flow up
Pac and Yak live on
Dont be surprised if they show up
At ya front door with a loaded
(ohh noooooo)
Young Nobe it the block
What's poppin' homie
Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh)
So give some love up
We stay thuggin' it up
Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what?
Throw ya dubz up
Put em real high
East, West, Dirty South, North side
Outlaw pride

[T-Low - Chorus 2X]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide

Dem Hips And Dem Lips (Acid)

Yall yall know what Acid wanna see. He wanna see those hips and feel those lips and kiss him Don’t miss a beat when I am in action. I make da heat rasie do magical feats/ I am magic make yall stop thinking of da tragic shit its just logical I got mad skillz in my ** can give any girl a quick fix. / Got me a herd of sperm can do seval hits in a act make ya bite down on da pillow do it at night or durin the day maybe even on the bay just lay down and don’t say a word and ill work it / Be shocked at what I can do with a fork / Ill touch anything that got pussy hit those dorky chicks hit these chicks that are from da Dixie land show them how to work there hands do it in bands of 3 or 4/ Don’t Curr just want that pussy it can be fussy and I still won’t cuss about it they all taste booty-o-lussies get me a whole cluster of dem

Chorus 2X
Girl I wanna see those hips and feel those lips fan me with that**make me groan make me roar man you got skillz now fasta gurl

Do it fast make it furious lets me curiously explore and rub those glands and you can get my dick I ain’t no hick I can work it you’re my chicks so you got lucky now lets ** and suck me gurl. / Ones who please get please now no teasein just straight forwarded it ward of da hatas and lets do it fo real it don’t gota be clean do it on a lean to in the woods of in da hood don’t give a damn as long as I get yaz/ Bring ya friends more the merrier. / Just no guys ain’t got a lust for that shit hell nah. Lets get to yellin and groanin won’t tell a soul. Fo real I won’t /

Chorus 2X
Girl I wanna see those hips and feel those lips fan me with that**make me groan make me roar man you got skillz now fasta gurl

Girl youz a hotie and you act like u fresh out of da virgin pot but you been with a lota guys don’t give a damn u still know what ya Is doin. / Chase ya down in a haze of light you teasein you laugin now lets get to pleasein and get dirty get down low make me go how da hell you getz so goodz. / Your pussy tastes like food and you just suckin me off like holy shit girl. Make you groan as well as me. Felt me slowly down act like a clown take dat frown off ya face and replace it with a smile it’s a race to make that face smile / Girlz you gotz skillz yo I gota roll catch ya next week. / Peace out yall.

Dixie Chicken (Little Feat)

I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland

Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland

Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a drink he began to hum a song
And all the boys there, at the bar, began to sign along

If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland

STUPID (Oleander)

(lyrics: Thomas Flowers)

so sad to hear that you don¡¯t want to hang around with me
so lame to see you leave and to know that you believe that it¡¯s over

cause when your weak i feel the need to get underneith your skin
and when you start to tweak i find a way to get up beside you

stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid

in time you¡¯ll learn to love me as much as you love yourself
oh in time you¡¯ll learn to hate me

cause when i feel the need to have you back by my side
i am sweet it makes me sick to know that i can be so blind

stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid

Eternalists (Talib Kweli & Hi Tek)

Yeah
Now here we go
Here we go (come on come on)
Now here we go
Here we go (come on come on)
Yeah

[Talib Kweli]
Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted
My name's honored cause my style is insane retarded
Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas
Take game farther than the put-put planes charted
The same artist who smoke rainforest and bang hardest
My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise
All city like train bombers
Check out the pictures we painted (yeah)
More colorful than Kelis **
Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited
Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in "The Basement"
Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking
They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken
You're "Down for the Count" like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin
Make pigeons say, "Uh uh, no they didn't!"
Yes we did so god bless the kid yo
I got my own so I never stress his no

[Chorus]
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal.. or an eternalist?
Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas burn to this

Here we go
Come on
Yeah yeah (yeahhh)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah come on)
Yeah yeah
Come on come on

[Talib Kweli]
Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain
We taking over like Moors in Spain there's more to gain
Runaways get aboard the train (come on)
You can't ignore the pain (no)
When it come down like the pouring rain
Caught the Train of Thought it clanked across the raw terrain
The cold weather break your spirit like a water main
I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame
Y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chains
No you can't imagine a future where this all can change
If one of us ain't free then we all to blame
So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang
It's all the same across the board we fall for game
You wanna see through that shit then you can call my name
Kweli I chop it up like raw cocaine
I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame
You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes
Yo

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

And there it is (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Come on
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeahh
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yo yo yo
Say whaaat? Say what, say what, say what

[Talib Kweli]
I rock for the purists and I rock for the players
I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies (come on)
I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies (yeah)
I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night (yeah)
Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write (yeah)
Since the days of flying a kite and ridin my bike (come on)
Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah)
Now cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe (word)
Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin to fight
The system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your light
We dying in spite of getting rich
That's why I rhyme like a battle emcee
Battling the tragedies and fallacies
That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality
They acting like whats going on now is distant reality
Behaving so casually that they become a casualty
Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway
They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray
Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ!"
Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Check me out

yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah (fades)

Let It Roll (Little Feat)

Rollin' down highway 95
Sailin' through her hometown countryside
Move on over stand astride
My cruise control's in overdrive
Need to take my baby for a ride

Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway
Ooo she's like a cool Summer breeze
If my motor's runnin' right, we might lose control tonight
Got the shape I love to squeeze, looks that bring me to my knees
Oh please, let it roll tonight

Might be doin' more thahn fifty-five
When I sit my baby right down by my side
Where the rubber hit the road
This rig don't dig no overload
Come on, and let my baby ride

Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway
Ooo she's like a cool Summer breeze
If my motor's runnin' right, we might lose control tonight
Got the shape I love to squeeze, looks that bring me to my knees
Oh please, let it roll tonight

Now I know just how heaven feels
When she reach beneath my big old steerin' wheel
Dyna flow, power glide
Bored and stroked, I'm satisfied
When I take my baby for a ride

Ooo she's like a smooth stretch of highway
Ooo she's like a cool Summer breeze
If my motor's runnin' right, we might lose control tonight
Got the shape I love to squeeze, looks that bring me to my knees
Oh please, let it roll tonight

Brown Eyed Woman (B.J. Thomas)

You look at me
And baby all you see
Are my blue eyes
I´m not a man
Baby all that I am
Is what I symbolize

Brown eyed woman
Ohh brown eyed woman
Brown eyed woman
Oh I could love you so
Love you so
Brown eyed woman
I could love you so

All of the years
All the hate and the tears
Have twisted your mind
And you turn away
You won´t trust what I say
And it´s tearing me apart

Brown eyed woman
Ohh brown eyed woman
Brown eyed woman
Oh I could love you so
Love you so
Brown eyed woman
I could love you so

I´m holding out my hand to you
Ohh darlin´ tell me
Tell me please what else can I do
Brown eyed woman

Blood Hound (50 Cent)

"Blood Hound"
(feat. Young Buck (G-Unit))

[50 Cent]
G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked

[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my name
Man I ain't **in' playin'
I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo' I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt
For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip
Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game
Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at)

[Chorus 2x]
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though

[Young Buck]
I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida')
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn
I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's
You better stay in line bro' (in line bro')
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro')
Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for)
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this mother**in' choppa'

[Chorus 2x]

[50 Cent]
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin'
And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down
I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain't got a gun, and you can't **in' run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no **in' debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand
You'se a **in' fake**connect' mayn (connect' mayn)

[Chorus 2x]

California Dreamin' (Dream Warriors)




*all vocals by King Lu The Philosopher*
[Chorus]
baby used to be a California dream
baby used to be a California dream
baby used to be a California dream
but eventually everything becomes a dirt pit
in a showroom frame I attract another hit
if you run to the sun call Lu then you trip
I think it's time for you to retire you skipped
that's what you get when you suck to much sess
you get penis end, like the girl in the tight dress
a mess hall, we all in your balling
there's no where to run when the roll is calling
may it be me, cause I flow from within girls
tell me I'm a hoe, drop the stereo and we can flow
loop like cause this might be magic
watch it might engulf you and catch your snatch
there it is, what it is
a house is in the middle of the street
to swallow my gift is a feat
but I hate to see without eyes
when people try to sabotage
but I'm quite sucesful at espeanage
try harder man, come on harder
cause if you don't, then come on, why bother
you're in my air evaporate at a rate greater than wait
I'm changing fate
hey, look
I made ya look
who's in the kitchen cookin' chicken, mama
exscuse me baby I don't mean to interupt
but my mind's corrupt now that you got my interest up
you're best I edit the wish bones before I credit
cause I must show my versatility facility
peep me like tom
must you, I bust you
I smash you into dirt and leave your crew laughin' at ya
I'm coolin' like Laverte
you're hurt if I'm leavin' you
[Chorus]
plot thickens
when reflects is flex like the ** faces
into private places
it's me baby
(is it you Lu? really really you?)
touch me and tell me if it's true
did ya miss?
(yeah, I miss. Did you?)
yeah I miss
then commence to kiss kiss give me sugar
cause you be the bonafied baby booger
you know, we go togeter like a gun and a trigger
(yeah right, then who's this? I can't beleive this. I thought I was
the
world to you. Shit, what is this?)
come on baby, you're trippin' to illusion conclusions
you think I would want that old broken down car
now who picks me up when I'm down
come on, who puts a smile on my frowm
come on who makes mmmmmm
(you crazy)
so then let's blow this joint with God speed
cause you know, I've got the remedy for what you need
twelve inches of steel, spinning wheel
cause you can't fight the feel when I'm in
better turn the volume up to ten, and dim the lights
cause tonight, you're takin' flight
ah, but the next day somethin' went wrong
huh, she slipped
found a note, must've fell from her coat
said I'll meet you at the Eaton Centre at a quarter to eight
and don't be late
okay, so I thought about the shit that my mind was going through
took two ???? pills and then called the crew
my crew said "chill King, we'll fix it, don't sweat it"
"bother you? don't let it"
I got it
[Chorus]
but that's what you get
like a need a mostly dream
like a dream, you sit inside a pit and you fiend
now pain, pick axe and shovel, I digged and
I gotta get out, I gotta get out, gotta get out
of this pit, I'm bigger than her
but my chest is crushed turned to mush
for real
if I ever shot myself it was just to get the feel
so suicide was out of the question
did I mention
I didn't get a tricycle, thanks to Mr. Trojan
I'd be walking around like these other brothers, trippin'
aimlessly, like a record skippin'
but once bitten twice shy (dry your eye)
once bitten twice shy (dry your eye)
once bitten twice shy and I won't lie
MC's that think I didn't evolve got something comin'
I sleep with words and verbs is my pussy
fattened like a cat, got your tongue you dirty rat
there's some wisdom in retreat, think of that
your impact is hollow and you follow and submerge
now people pull your card, you're livin' on the verge
[Chorus]


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