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Listen Tanak Kampung - Jimmy Palikat (lirik)


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Szeress Úgy, Ahogy Itt Vagyok Veled... (Zámbó Jimmy)

A mesék után csak pár év talán,
Már széppé fakult, hogy rosszul tanult
Egy gyermek.

Még bánt a szó, én nem voltam jó,
Még most sem vagyok, vannak őrült napok
És percek.

Szeres úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Ezt majd mindíg visszakapod,
Szeress úgy, mint egy gyermeket,
Hisz az vagyok!
Szeress úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Vannak őrült pillanatok,
Szeress úgy, ahogy itt vagyok
Veled!

R: Szeres úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Ezt majd mindíg visszakapod,
Szeress úgy, mint egy gyermeket,
Hisz az vagyok!
Szeress úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Vannak őrült pillanatok,
Szeress úgy, ahogy itt vagyok
Veled!

Késő ma már a mesék után,
Hogy nem változom, ezt tőled tudom,
Nem megy.

Vannak napok, hogy őrült vagyok,
De késő talán, maradok már
Gyermek.

R:Szeres úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Ezt majd mindíg visszakapod,
Szeress úgy, mint egy gyermeket,
Hisz az vagyok!
Szeress úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Vannak őrült pillanatok,
Szeress úgy, ahogy itt vagyok
Veled!

R:Szeres úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Ezt majd mindíg visszakapod,
Szeress úgy, mint egy gyermeket,
Hisz az vagyok!
Szeress úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Vannak őrült pillanatok,
Szeress úgy, ahogy itt vagyok
Veled!

A mesék után csak pár év talán,
Már széppé fakult, hogy rosszul tanult
Egy gyermek.

Még bánt a szó, én nem voltam jó,
Még most sem vagyok, vannak őrült napok
És percek.

R:Szeres úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Ezt majd mindíg visszakapod,
Szeress úgy, mint egy gyermeket,
Hisz az vagyok!
Szeress úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Vannak őrült pillanatok,
Szeress úgy, ahogy itt vagyok
Veled!

R:Szeres úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Ezt majd mindíg visszakapod,
Szeress úgy, mint egy gyermeket,
Hisz az vagyok!
Szeress úgy is, ha rossz vagyok,
Vannak őrült pillanatok,
Szeress úgy, ahogy itt vagyok
Veled!

Crazy Drunken Style (Masta Ace)

[ Lord Digga ]
Good good mornin, this is a warnin
You slept on me last night, so stop the **in yawnin
You shouldn'ta dialed 540-WAKE
You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place
I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?
Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes
And I just might ** your wife, cause I'm livin trife
I gives a ** about a punk pussy rapper
Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after
You little punk bastards, the Digga's comin after
Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission
Say your prayers like a christian
Or your punk**will be missin
Like Jimmy Hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper
Comin to kick your**proper to a slow beat or some opra
But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like Cindy Lauper

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

[ Masta Ace ]
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin
I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin
Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton
Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell
It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks
It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck's

Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x)

We got the lyrical - hangover
Check it out
If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x)

(Drunk on Friday night)

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

[ Lord Digga ]
When I'm brainstormin I do more than just rain
Cause I'ma get you and throw your mama from the train
I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter
Doin shit you never thought of
So don't cross the Digga, cause I'm a nigga over drunk waters
So heat up the skillet, so I can cook MC's like gizzards
And beat that**when you're off to see the wizard
Oh is it, that bad mutha**a? Word to scouts honor
The nigga from Saturday Night that rippin shit like Sinead O'Connor
So I wanna be startin some with mutha**as that'll front when
They really know they really don't want nothin
Over here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike Airs
Agressive like a grizzly, so ** a care bear
Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair

Family Crisis (Harlem World)




[Featuring Mase]
[Mase]
Huddy Combs bring it home we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all alone we don't stop
Loon crime fam' we don't stop
Meeno NRB we don't stop
To my man Blinky Blink we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase she don't stop
Killer Cam' Cardan they the fam'
One two we don't stop
I know you thinkin' how many nigga's he got?
Or what how many nigga's is hot?
[Cardan]
Yo yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and snitch stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex'
So I sold bags of Dutch, the cash and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us, what?
[Meeno]
Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a half a brick
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb
[Huddy] Yo, Meeno
[Meeno] Yo, Hud
[Huddy] On the low, here's the verdict
A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
I want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell Blink get on the next thing smokin'
[Meeno]
Shit, I recognize that whip
Didn't he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? Look in his eyes
He's a bitch
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was suckin' and **in'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin (black)
Mase pulled his truck in (black)
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go five-oh
Look out the window be sure we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder
[Cardan]
Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came from Venezuela
But she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her
[Blinky]
But yo, I know her friend Charise
She mad bad from Baghdad
Carry lotta money in Glad bag
She doin' runs for Willie Gum
Used to think that bitch was slick
But found out she was really dumb
She really from Philly's hunt of be more
'Bout to blow her spot like C-4
Never see me poor
So why this bitch **in' wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like see-saw
[Stase]
For days you argue and go through the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the hoes you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you sleepin'
Freakin' off on the Major Degan
Wit' your new Rican every single week and it's sentimental
Understand what you been through
You ** a friend, she don't hold it against you
[Mase]
Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, ** nigga
What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
What chu got? What?
Harlem World we don't stop
Mother **er, put your deal on it
Mother **er, put a mil' on it
Put yo' **in' ice grill on it
Put a mother **in' mil' on it
Niggas can't ** wit' my clique
Who wanna put the money up?
I hear alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put they deal on it?
I hear alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put a mil on it?
Y'all niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, back the Benz up
Get from 'round me, nigga

After You (Jimmy Wayne)

This old fourway stop
I've been here a lot
More times than I can count
Right goes to mama's place
Left to the interstate
Straight ahead goes straight through town
It's good to be back home
I waited way to long
But part of my heart has never been gone

'Cause I'm not one bit closer
To being over you
It's almost like the hands of time haven't moved
'Cause everywhere I look
I see your memory hangin' 'round
They outtaname this town after you

There's where we used to park
That night my truck, it wouldn't start
We gave into love the very first time
And there's where you said you'd wait
'Til I came back someday
But too many somedays slipped on by
That's where you live now
Fifth street, second house
I can't blame you, girl, for settling down

But I'm not on bit closer
To being over you
It's almost like the hands of time haven't moved
'Cause everywhere I look
I see your memory hangin' 'round
They outta name this town after you, you

Oooo after you
Things will never be the same
But then again, after you
Everything is still the same

'Cause I'm not one bit closer
To being over you
It's almost like the hands of time haven't moved
'Cause everywhere I look
I see your memory hangin' 'round
They outta name this town after you

Bensonhurst Blues (Jimmy Harnen With Synch)

Bay Parkway wonder
You're such a success
Your pretty secretary, ha
She say you are the best

Your face always smiling
say you sure paid your dues
But I know inside
You've got the Bensonhurst blues

Those custom-made ciggies
that you offer to me pretend
and pretend to care about my family

And those pictures on your desk
All them lies that you abuse
Do they know you suffer
from the Bensonhurst blues

Your grandmother's accent
still embarrasses you
You're even ashamed
of the French you once knew

You're part of the chance now
They break you making the news
But I know inside
you've got the Bensonhurst blues

But thanks for the lesson
Cause the life that I choose
won't make me feel like living
with the Bensonhurst blues

And don't, don't try to write me
And don't bother to call
Cause I'll be in conference
Merry Christmas you all

Rockollection (Laurent Voulzy)

On a tous dans l' cœur une petite fille oubliée
Une jupe plissée queue d'cheval à la sortie du lycée
On a tous dans l' cœur un morceau de ferraille usée
Un vieux scooter de rêve pour faire le cirque dans le quartier
Et la p'tite fille chantait
Et la p'tite fille chantait
Un truc qui m'colle encore au cœur et au corps
"Locomotion"

On a tous dans l' cœur le ticket pour Liverpool
Sortie de scène hélicoptère pour échapper
à la foule
Excuse me Sir mais j'entends plus Big Ben qui sonne
Les scarabées bourdonnent c'est la folie à London
Et les Beatles chantaient
Et les Beatles chantaient
Un truc qui m'colle'encore au cœur et au corps
"A Hard day's night"

A quoi ça va me servir d'aller m'faire couper les tifs
Est-ce que ma vie sera mieux une fois qu'j'aurai mon certif' ?
Betty a rigolé devant ma boule à zéro
Je lui dis si ça te plaît pas
T'as qu'à te plaindre au dirlo
Et je me suis fait virer
Et les Beach Boys chantaient
Un truc qui m'colle encore au cœur et au corps
"Get around"

On a tous dans l'cœur des vacances à Saint-Malo
Et des parents en maillot qui dansent chez Luis Mariano
Au " Camping des flots bleus ", je me traîne des tonnes de cafard
Si j'avais bossé un peu je me serais payé une guitare
Et Saint-Malo dormait
Et les radios chantaient
Un truc qui m'colle encore au cœur et au corps
"Gloria"

Au café de ma banlieue t'as vu la bande à Jimmy
Ça frime pas mal, ça roule autour du baby
Le pauvre Jimmy s'est fait piquer chez le disquaire, c'est dingue
Avec un single des Stones caché sous ses fringues
Et les loulous roulaient
Et les cailloux chantaient
Un truc qui m'colle encore au cœur et au corps
"Satisfaction"

Le jour où je vais partir je sens bien que ça va faire mal
Ma mère aime pas mon blouson et les franges de mon futale
Le long des autoroutes il y a de beaux paysages
J'ai ma guitare dans le dos et pas de ronds pour le voyage
Et Bob Dylan chantait
Et Bob Dylan chantait
Un truc qui m'colle encore au cœur et au corps
"Mister Tambourine man"

Laissez-moi passer j'ai mes papiers mon visa
Je suis déjà dans l'avion going to America
Même si je reste ici que je passe ma vie à Nogent
J'aurai une vieille Chevrolet et dix huit filles dedans
Et les Bee Gees chantaient
Et les Bee Gees chantaient
"Massachusetts"

Au printemps 66 je suis tombé fou amoureux
Ça m'a fait plutôt du mal j'avais de l'eau dans les yeux
Ma p' tite poupée je t'emmène dans le pays de mes langueurs
Elle fait douceur douceur la musique que j'ai dans le cœur
Toute la nuit on s'aimait
Quand Donovan chantait
Un truc qui m'colle encore au cœur et au corps
"Mellow Yellow"

Maintenant j'ai une guitare et je voyage organisé
Je me lève tous les jours trop tard Et je vis aux Champs-Elysées
Je suis parti je ne sais où mais pas où je voulais aller
Dans ma tête y'a des trous je me souviens plus des couplets
Y'a des rêves qui sont cassés
Des airs qui partent en fumée
Des trucs qui m'collent encore au cœur et au corps
"California dreaming"

alley cat (Jimmy Boyd)

Oh I've been going through a hell of a time
Making sense of everything you left behind
When I arrange it into columns and lines
I always think it's adding up, but it never does
So in the morning maybe I'll be alright
And through the day I'll prepare for the fight
With a fever on a Saturday night
Cause this is giving me the shakes and butterflies, oh

And if you don't stop running you can never breathe
When everything you want is everything you see
But when it comes to decision baby, him or me
Well I hope you can feel the need

What made you an alley cat scratching me?
You dig deep with your nails and flash your teeth
And run off to where your next big meal could be
What made you an alley cat scratching me?
You dig deep with your nails and flash your teeth
And run off because you must be tired of me
Run off because you must be tired of me

And there's a scene I will always replay
At the moment when my hand touched your face
I could see your eyes turning away
But I've been standing my ground with you babe

And if you don't stop running you can never breathe
When everything you want is everything you see
But when it comes to decision baby, him or me
Well I hope you can feel the need

What made you an alley cat scratching me?
You dig deep with your nails and flash your teeth
And run off to where your next big meal could be
What made you an alley cat scratching me?
You dig deep with your nails and flash your teeth
And run off because you must be tired of me
Run off because you must be tired of me

And now I fall in love with somebody everyday
As they step aside when I'm walking by, or smile at something I say
But I promised you it would never get in the way
Of stability but the joke's on me, cause you were the one who got carried away
Oh, you got carried away
Well he carried you away
Carried you away
Carried you away
Carried you away

Work (Jimmy Eats World)

If you only once would let me
Only just one time
Then be happy with the consequence
With whatever's gonna happen tonight

Don't think we're not serious
When's it ever not
The love we make is givin' its take
I'm game to play along

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride
Get out of this place
While we still have time

oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh

All the best djs are saving
The slowest song for last
When the dance is through
It's me and you
Come on, would it really be so bad

The things we think might be the same
But I won't fight for more
It's just not me to wear it on my sleeve
Count on that for sure

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride
Get out of this place
While we still have time
Yeah we still have time

oh oh (ahhhhhhhh)
oh oh (ahhhhhhhh)
oh oh (ahhhhhhhh)
oh oh (ahhhhhhhh)

Can't say I was never wrong
But some blame rests on you
Work and play they're never ok
To mix
The way
You do

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride
Get out of this place
While we still have time
We still have time

oh oh, oh oh oh
oh oh, oh

Things I Want (Tenacious D and Sum 41)

Ho Ho Ho, so many christmas letters, so many wishes! Lucy wants a squeezy doll, Jimmy wants a moon rocket! This lists rather long!

Yeh
Hey now Santa I'm writin to you 'cos theres a lotta cool shit I want
I know I been naughty but cut me some slack
Cos theres a lotta cool shit I want
So heres my list, so take its advice
I want a solid gold Hollywood machine gun from the front
I want a multi couloured lunch box filled with sticky buns!

I wanna see-through jump suit that fits me tight
I want all of the Beatle's copyrights
I wanna drop Florida off the map
I wnat Pamela Anderson's...

Hey now Santa that's my Christmas list
Thats all the cool shit i want
But wait a minute Santa theres some things I missed
Theres still a lotta cool shit I want

So heres my list, take it's advice

I want a time machine and a bleeping gun
I want a statue of Moby on the surface of the sun
I want to party ** on a school bus full o' nuns
I want a bumper pool table and a robot...

There you go Santa I'm sure you'll agree
That there's a lotta cool shit I want
I know I been naughty but i garuntee you that I deserve every single one
So take my list, take it's advice
I know I been naughty
But life ain't nice
PS. i still-a need some more shit-a

I want a diamond hyena shootin fire from his butt
I want a cannibal chef to cook me sweet and sour butt
I want a magical slave thats pulled by flying stones
I want, look at all the cool shit I want!

Not Your Ordinary Girl (Kyla Featuring Jimmy Muna)

INTRO
Yo, Kyla, what's up?
You think I can get your phone number?
Man, I don't know, I just met you
Hey, I'm not tryin' to say anything
I think we might just have a lot in common
Ok, well, maybe we can be friends and then maybe...
Ok, so what if I give you my number, is that alright?
Ok, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna call you
Maybe I'll see you around


Kyla, don't be afraid
I'm just looking for conversation
Hey girl, don't even trip
It's a friendship that you're facin'


Well, I have a lot of friends
And I've known them for a while
And you're comin' on so strong
And that's really not my style


Don't get ahead of yourself
So watcha thinkin' about
Yo, well, maybe we can just talk
Well, ain't we talkin' right now


I know we talking right now
But what we talking' about
Yo, I'm just figuring out
How I can know you somehow



I'm not your ordinary girl
If your lucky, then I'll call
But never do forget
What you see is what you get


I know you're not that average chick with that average trip
I'm just talking 'bout maybe we could just be catchin' a flick
But okay, go ahead girl, and take your time
But definitely keep in mind I'm not your average guy


CHORUS
Baby, I'm not your ordinary
Girl from down the street
Always busy working
Got to stay on track, got to watch my back from distractions

And I'm the kind of lady
That stays on top of things
Can't let nothin' faze me
That's the way it is 'cause that's how I live


Hey, well look, I'm not tryin to be part of like your daily routine or anythin'
Well, that's good, I wasn't gonna make you part of nothin' anyway


Go ahead, do your thing, I'm go now
Well, let me get that number just in case you don't wonder
Boy, you really won't quit
And you're kinda kulet


Well, I think you're kinda cute
And I'm diggin' that attitude
Come on, let me get that number
I'll be the one callin' you


Okay, well get your phone and save this number
Cool
7767874
K-Y-L-A, alright I got it, now it's stored


[Repeat CHORUS]


BRIDGE
There are a couple things
I want you to understand
I don't like those kind of people who pretend
You know I'm keepin' it real
You gotta keep it real
I wont be wastin' your time
You gotta keep it true
I'm gonna always be true to you
I'm not your ordinary girl
You're not the ordinary type


[Repeat CHORUS]


Not your ordinary (I know)
Girl from down the street
Always busy working (that's cool), working (I understand)
Working, working
Well, I know your not the ordinary
That's what I like about you
I think that you should definitely think me
'Cause I'm as real as real can be


[Repeat CHORUS twice till fade]


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