[2Pac]
Put me in that; ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me)
[2Pac]
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools
That's 'til I put my eyes on you
God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on
Tell me lady how you like me
and if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
but do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night
Only got **ed by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me
I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl?
[Chorus: K-Ci & JoJo]
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you
['Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points]
[2Pac]
Moan baby when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back
with the bed ringin (haha)
Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass
Love **in in tha mo'nin
I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
Left you on yo' own girl
Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we **in in the chair, when ya lovin me
Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble
In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now
Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it?
Oooh I'm excited!
Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now
Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me
how long will it take to cum, havin fun
Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll ** y'all
When you call me the next day
to get **ed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, mother** a cash came
I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you
Drugged out with this mother**in thug in you
[Chorus - 2x]
[2Pac]
I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations
I don't got no mother**in explanations, y'knahmsayin?
It's the thug in me
Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair
and why I ** so mother**in thuggish
That thug passion, y'knahmean?
Bitch, no mercy
What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get **ed?
You ain't come over here for me to be
strokin, and all that bullshit
You came over here to get **ed
Shit, if I ain't ** you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha
Turn over!
Maybe it's the thug in me!
Well, you better not see me when you come back.
I could be sharin' someone else's pillow.
And my love for you is better than diamonds,
To you, ev'rything, I bestow.
And tomorrow I'll be dancing on my own,
And I'll need a kiss for my head that's achin'.
And I'll be a hungry dog without a bone,
hoping my place with you's not taken.
Kiss me and tell me it's not broken.
Kiss me and kiss me till I die.
See, I'll give you the stars from the bruised ev 'nin' sky
and a crown of jewels for your head, now,
for your head, now, for your head, now, for your head
One last night in bed for a time,
and two more wishes. and both are for thine.
And three guesses you're the angel's child,
and four hopes this love's not spoiled
Kiss me and tell me it's not broken.
Kiss me and kiss me till I die.
See, I'll give you the stars from the bruised ev 'nin' sky
and a crown of jewels for your head, now,
for your head, now, for your head, now, for your head now
If you come back, I'll take you to the garden,
we'll dance to an orchestra on the lawn.
And we'll roll in the foggy dew
and dance with the ghosts upon the dawn., on the dawn, on the dawn
(Then you'll) Kiss me and tell me it's not broken.
Kiss me and kiss me till I die.
See, I'll give you the stars from the bruised ev 'nin' sky
and a crown of jewels for your head, now,
for your head, now, for your head, now, for your head now
for your head, now, oh oh
Can't Truss It (Public Enemy)
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha down
Goin' goin' gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat
Can't truss it
Kickin' wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where everybody at
Divided and sold
For liquor and the gold
Smacked in the back
For the other man to mack
Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory
Little Rock where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm s**led
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
Man to the man, each one so it teach one
Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
One love who said it
I know Whodini sang it
But the hater taught hate
That's why we gang bang it
Beware of the hand
When it's comin' from the left
I ain't trippin' just watch ya step
Can't truss it
An I judge everyone, one by the one
Look here come the judge
Watch it here he come now
I can only guess what's happ'nin'
Years ago he woulda been
The ships captain
Gettin' me bruised on a cruise
What I got to lose, lost all contact
Got me layin' on my back
Rollin' in my own leftover
When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's
90 F--kin' days on a slave ship
Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time
Blood in the wood and it's mine
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
Like my brain bein' chained
Still gotta give it what I got
But it's hot in the day, cold in the night
But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
Attitude boils up inside
And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
Still I pray to get my hands 'round
The neck of the man wit' the whip
3 months pass, they brand a label on my**
To signify
Owned
I'm on the microphone
Sayin' 1555
How I'm livin'
We been livin' here
Livin' ain't the word
I been givin'
Haven't got
Classify us in the have-nots
Fightin' haves
'Cause it's all about money
When it comes to Armageddon
Mean I'm getting mine
Here I am turn it over Sam
427 to the year
Do you understand
That's why it's hard
For the black to love the land
Once again
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat
Can't truss it
Triple X (Too Short)
[$hort:] Yeah we ridin... yea
[Woman:] Short Dawg
[$hort:] We ridin, just bounce wit me
[Woman:] Short Dawg - here to play the game
[$hort:] Yea...
[Woman:] Whatch'all gonna do?
[$hort:] And we ridin
[Woman:] Short Dawg!
[Too $hort:]
What's on yo' mind ho? That nigga Too $hort
Got you playin witcho' pussy fo' twenty-fo'
In the mo'nin, why I won't call you back
Got another little freak all on my lap
She's been tellin me things that I wanna hear
So I hit you on another day, another year maybe
I still wanna see you baby
I know I told a few lies, you wanna be my lady
I let you ride with a player in my new truck
Take you straight to my house, you can do me up
And back down again, get around your friends
Let 'em know, e'ry nigga from the town's a pimp
My daddy was a player, my grandpa too
Now what the ** else am I supposed to do?
Put my finger on the pussy, rub the ** next
Short Dawg's in the house with the triple X
I'm a hooker's dream, a hoe's delight
They prove it, with bankrolls every night
You like to kiss her, she like to drink sperm
Get you high, smokin that pink sherm
I don't have ** with her, she just give me head
Like the ex-President, I don't need a bed
Let it drip down your cheek, get all on your dress
Rinse the evidence or rub it all on your tits
I don't care - cause I'm cold as ice
I don't feel nothin for you, think you know I'm nice
That's what you heard about Todd when I'm gettin hoes
Leave a trail of broken hearts when I let 'em go
It's not my fault, cause they be all in the club
Believin what I say, bitches fallin in love
When all I really wanted was a little **
Turn your**out with my triple X
[Chorus: female singer]
It's Short Dawg, he came to play the game
So whatch'all wanna do? He'll make you say his name (Short Dawg)
It's Short Dawg, he came to play the game
So whatch'all wanna do? He'll make you say his name (Short Dawg!)
[Too $hort:]
Now what you bouts to do, little prostitute
I see that sucka in ya ear but I gots to shoot
Some real game your way, what I came to say
Is what I did yesterday it ain't gon' change today
And if I cain't knock you I bet I get her
Cause I'm a hard workin pimp, I'm not a quitter
These hatin lames, don't even realize
Short Dawg's dirty rhymes make them fantasize
I don't dream about pussy cause I get too much
Can't believe that nasty slut didn't let you **
But maybe you ain't ready for the skills she got
Non-stop, hit the cot, the bitch still be hot
She's workin tonight, she'll stick to the script
My life is so tight, when hoes flip you tricks
Put a sponge on her pussy and she'll still be wet
Another bitch turned out by my triple X
It's nothin new - I've ran up in a few
Hit the party had the hardest G's cuffin them too
Cause I'm a mack, the whole world knows that
I'm in the house, you better hold your hoes back
** $hort - that's what the bitches thinkin
Put my hand up her dress and her clit was stinkin
I gotta pass! Pussy smell like**
So I jumped in my Benz and gave it hella gas
I can't believe you nasty girls tryin to get some
Sit on my shit and give my dick the runs
Like the East coast homies they don't slip son
Too many women in the world, you bound to get one
That slick bitch, dressed her up and played the road
But all my niggaz out in Texas say the bitch is throwed
She snort coke, rollin on them triple stacks
Rated X in the back while we dip the 'llac, beotch!
[Chorus]
Trust Nobody (Master P)
[EA-Ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
trying to show me much love
cause a mother**er just dropped an album
now they wanna kiss ass
but hold up bitch all your getting is a luck pass
trying to gank me for my ducket
I tried to put you down with the SKI & CMT you said ** it
only came around when things was kinda cool
but did you really think I'd go out like a ** fool
oh hell no, I kept my shit tight
now the Ski & CMT is sitting on something right
your like a gold digging bitch from the neighborhood
thats why I slide on your**cause it makes me feel good
all this shit you talk when im not around
get your crown on nigga but you still aint down
I got something for ya'll
a nin-millimeter that will drop you to the floor bitch
cause if I trust ya for a minute
you would have had a mother** knife in my back then bent it
I gotta get ya first
cause a nigga like ? is the nigga that will ** you the worst
punk**nigga kinda jocking now
you ain't down cause I trust nobody
[Chorus/Master P]
I trust nobody x2
[Master P]
one by one in this century
brothers are dying getting killed
and sent to penitentary's
and your right hand man could have been a snitch
you think like a hoe you go out just like a bitch
so face 'em to the facts bro'
and end up dead like this other nigga I used to know
I guess its kinda sad G
but it really didn't face me til the funeral car passed me
and what about them tagalongs
them mother mother **ers that are driving with the lights on
could have been the killers
but nobody really cares he died on dope dealers
but that dont mean shit, cause a nigga like me pack a 9 and 3 clips
and I dont trust a soul from them nigga by my house
to them niggaz down by the store
when niggaz say they like me
thats the same mother**ers in the game that tried to shice me
mama say boy you have no friends, ha
I should have listened then
dour niggaz rolled up with the ski-masks
pointed the tech-nine out the window but they didn't blast
when niggaz said freeze P
I thought to myself, huh, this nigga knows me
but I didn't find it funny
pulled out my mother** 9 when they asked me for my ** money
but he didn't even shoot
he must have didn't have no bullets in the gun no time to think
Im steady pullin' I blast for the driver to the passenger
four niggaz dead in the car I laugh at ya
now I gotta see, pull of the ski mask of this nigga that was calling me
I guess Its kinda sad, a tear rolled down my eye cause I knew his ass
his name was little Peewe
thats the same mother** nigga I was trying to help G
good thing I thinked fast, cause if I think a nigga gonna do me
Im gonna do his ass, cause a bitch will get you killed
niggaz like to steal, and aint no thing is a good dope deal
so I live just like John Montgotti, ha
I Trust Nobody
[Chorus]
[Master P]
yeah you know what im saying this goes out to all my niggaz out there
in the game you know what im saying
you gotta keep your eyes open you know, a lot of niggaz try to get
niggaz, and the same nigga that you rolling with could be the nigga
trying to get you, so a nigga like me you know what im saying
I trust nobody I hope you nigga catch on to what im saying
Peace. Im outtie.
New Trump (Rappin' 4 Tay)
featuring Lil Fly
New trump...
I'ma kick a hole lot of doze wide open for my kin folk
Just because we back a lot of people think we're nin four
Maniac rat attack take a fat sac and that dope that you're
snatch from the Rappin' 4 tay track
And lace it chasing like it was the Master Glip
I had to switch upon all this gang
Cause suckers think that the battle
was an on still from the free style fill
Where Im coming from, because the player life is so real
Killers on the straw, from Frisco to the O'
Back to Sacramento from Lay-hoe and San-hoe
Say litts, have a party and parlay
Now we can do it you're way, let's do it my way
A place of O.G marve, and** of in the background
Sipping on corniac, illiac, it's goin down
Flip more papper that the envy even touch
From the Hammer to Diaffers, that you franked,
that you chuked **ed up
chorus
New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
That ninety five shit gon always bump
For ninety six we're gon flip the script
and break em of some new trump
New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk
The moe' screw track gon always bump
For ninety six we're gon flip the script
and break em of some new trump
Lil Fly:
Trubows, go, Fila head to toe
Bossoliny brimmen come that player little fly hoe
Ooh, You did know I own the record label
Everytime I go to Vegas you can catch me at the crab table
Where I be breaking em', shaking em', takeing em', face em' taolin
Talking loud, drinking wild, Cali' style profiling
Me come on handeling all situations,
takeing edvanitch of my bidness' from my daughters education
Kick back relax, counting ten thousands dollar stacks
Check my mail box, flip the script, here goes the most scratch
Now peep my ladle moma, try to get her skies on
Bitch you're broke as hell, so you know you best to speed on
Cause you get nuthin' less you push em' on the table first
Drop your juicy thief or pay on fliesin' for the nine six
Giving it true, comeing new, the niggers black folks
Young players throw your hands in the air,
if you can feel this grove
chorus
New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
That ninety five shit gon always bump
For ninety six we're gon flip the script
and break em of some new trump
New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk
The moe' screw track gon always bump
For ninety six we're gon flip the script
and break em of some new trump
What you thought, I couldn't come again
With the mainy raw prosection
From the badder new jorke
To my folks out in Texas
Im countly talking about bread, they say money ain't everything
And the hustlars supposted to be get
Ima flip, and trip, ill up in some profhet
Every player nation wide try to keep a fat pocket
On the first of fifteen, everybody try to come up
The fed and snitch and sucker dead for try to run up
A cumolate pappers kinda lock the dissies
Especially for a player to use, to flip and gees, and keys
Sucker please, different chock for different folks
See, Im just one of them players who can't stand beeing broke
Gots to come back quick like Mario and Dreddy
Tripling up the papper chase, try to keep it feddy
Five hundred thousand gold, one million platinum
Keep your plats and be check, and best believe Ima keep raping
chorus (x2)
New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
That ninety five shit gon always bump
For ninety six we're gon flip the script
and break em of some new trump
New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk
The moe' screw track gon always bump
For ninety six we're gon flip the script
and break em of some new trump
The Shoop Shoop Song (its In His Kiss) (Cher)
Does he love me I want to know
How can I tell if he loves me so
Is it in his eyes ?
Oh no ! You'll be deceived
Is it in his sighs ?
Oh no ! He'll make believe
If you want to know if he loves you so
It's in his kiss
That's where it is
Is it in his face ?
Oh no ! That's just his charms
In his warm embrace ?
Oh no ! That's just his arms
If you want to know if he loves you so
It's in his kiss
That's where it is
It's in his kiss
That's where it is
Kiss him and squeeze him tight
Find out what you want to know
If it's love, if it really is
It's there in his kiss
How about the way he acts
Oh no ! That's not the way
And you're not list'nin' to all I say
If you wanna know if he loves you so
It's in his kiss
That's where it is
It's in his kiss
That's where it is
Kiss him and squeeze him tight
Find out what you want to know
If it's love, if it really is
It's there in his kiss
How about the way he acts
Oh no ! That's not the way
And you're not listnin' to all I say
If you wanna know if he loves you so
It's in his kiss
That's where it is
It's in his kiss
That's where it is
Am Crezut In Ochii Tai (Rafael)
I:
Incet se scurg orele din noapte pana-n zi
Atunci cand te-astept sa vii, s-apari in zori, in zori de zi
Langa mine sa fii...
Mai stii toate vorbele ce la inceput mi le-ai spus
La fel ca si zilele s-au dus usor pe drumul lor
Si incet au apus...(x2)
Refren:
Eu am crezut in ochii tai
Si visul meu din zori s-a spulberat usor
Eu am iubit un foc aprins ce ploi fierbinti l-au stins
Si fluturi albi l-au nins
A fost un vis...
II:
Incet se scurg orele in noptile pustii
Si sper ca vei reveni, c-un zambet cald ma vei trezi
Langa mine sa fii..
Mai stii toate vorbele ce la inceput mi le-ai spus
Sunt sigur ca le-ai uitat
Eu te-am iubit, tu te-ai jucat
Si apoi ai plecat...(x2)
Refren(x2):..
Eu am crezut in ochii tai
Si visul meu din zori s-a spulberat usor
A fost un vis...
A fost un vis?
I'm On Fire (Mystikal)
What the **? Shit..
It's.. HOT!
I'm steamy sweatin tossin and turnin
The whole house on fire and I can't stop it from burnin
The curtains and the walls all indulged in flames
I yell "Somebody help me!" But aint' nobody came
I try my best to put it out then I said "Fukkit!"
Break full speed to the back door one room away
But the faster and harder I ran it seemed like the longer I took
Prayin "Please God spare me; I don't wanna cook!"
Knew I that I did done some things that I shouldn't of
I knew I didn't come into Sunday service like I could have
But have mercy for your child, forgive me for my sins
I'm too young to die Lord, get me through this
I gotta get to the back do', gotta get to the kitchen
But they got thick black smoke comin from the kitchen
Shit, all other exits are tossed, what I'ma do?
Stay my**here and burn or -- RUN THE ** THROUGH?
Already havin trouble breathin when I started to cough
But no more time to waste, I cover my face and took off!
Dis-en-dehydrate, I'm gettin tireder
I gotta, keep movin, cause it's gettin HOTTER
and HOTTER, WHOO.. WHOAH, shit! I'm on fire!
C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire! (6X)
Oh shit! Ain't none of y'all mother**ers help me out dere?
HELP!!! Mother**ers it's me! HELP!!!
I gotta get out of here! I've been trapped for over 55 minutes
Looks like I'm finished, this could be a **ed up ending
I done been in some **ed up shit but this the worst I ever been in
"Call them people to me" -- tell them send the fire engine
I hope this ain't my calling y'all cause I ain't ready
I'ma need some alerted emergency units to stand by, paramedics
Runnin through the fire, and I can't turn back
Somethin went {WHOOSH} and everything went black
I can't see, I can't see, I'm BLIND!!
Oh ** I'm alright I just had my eyes closed the whole time
Oops, shit damn! But that ain't my stop my shoes from movin
cause outside, here I am!
I smashed through the back door like a ram
I made it! I'm still alive! I'm still a man!
Out the house but still I got fire on my clothes
So I stopped, dropped, and rolled nigga rolled
Started goin wild on the ground tryin to get the flames out my shirt
Windmillin in the dirt, but nuttin didn't work!
I heard a {HORN SOUNDS} but that was just a barge
See I live right by the river -- THAT'S IT, WATER!!!
Every step I took made hot footprints in the tar
Runnin over cars to the 12th Ward wall
Get out the way cause everything I touch turn crispy
I'ma be at the riverfront, tell them people come get me!!
C-c-call them people to me, I-I-I'm on fire! (4X)
Hello? Somebody get the **in fire off me!
HELP!
Sparks like aluminum foil, in the microwave oven
Where them **in people? SOMEBODY DO SOMETHIN!
Can't you see what's hap-pe-nin?
Don't you see the smoke? Can't you hear the cracklin?
Nobody wanna listen, everybody was scatterin
I grab a nigga he screamed so loud that shit was eardrum shatterin!
I said, "Don't scream Dawg, I need your help, I'm the one on fire!"
He said, "Nigga you 'sposed to be dead, how you still alive?"
He was right -- by now they should be embalming me
But the shit don't seem to be harming me
Damn this must have been a bad dream the whole ?
I heard them mother**in sirens, hollerin
I guess they finally got the people to me, they must have saw me
Huh, cause they was headed right for me
A fireman walked up, and handed me a ticket
And said, "You just been put out, the fire went away!"
Too Many Dirty Dishes (Albert Collins)
Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
I said, too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You got me wonderin' baby
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?
I get up an' go to work in the mo'nin'
I come right home at night
When I leave the sink is empty
When I come back home
She got 'em stacked up out of sight
Too many dirty dishes in the sink just for us two
Well you got me wonderin' baby,
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?
(Spoken:
Look at this kitchen!
Pots an' pans, ev'rywhere, it's pitiful!
Look at all these glasses layin' all up on the sink!
Looks like she even had a party up in here, too
You wait 'til I see this woman, when she get home
That glass over there, got a cigar in it or sump'in
I don't smoke no cigar
Um, servin' caviar
I don't eat no caviar
What's wrong with this woman?
All these pots in here, gonna run me some water right here
Yeah now, you wait 'til I see this woman when she get home
Pots 'n pans all stacked up here
There's a pot, let me scrap this pot out
Oh it's pitiful an' I don't know why this woman come an' have a party
When I'm at work
Gettin' all this stuff under my fingernails,
Run some more water in here
Yeah, now I can wash these glasses out, wash them up first
Yeah, that's pretty clean now, though
Now I got all this, now I gotta work on these pots a little bit more
Makes me so mad, I don't know what to do
Thought I was her husband, 'stead a maid!
Like ol red chili or somethin' all done got dried up on all these pots
She never fix me none of this good food!
You wait 'til that woman get home, I'm scrappin' all these pots for her)
Sings:
I've done your dirty dishes
How much am I suppose to take?
When I left I had corn flakes for breakfast
Now there's a bone from a T-bone steak
Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You've got me wonderin' baby
Who in the hell is makin' dirty dishes with you?
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