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Listen Kabhi Ram Banke Kabhi Shyam Banke (कभी राम बनके...)


Lyrics

i got that (youngster clique)

//..Chorus..// [ Gizz Y.H ] i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2 verse 1 [ Young Aux ] ( young aux ...) G shock no rollee/ its just me and my homies/ hella bands hella bands/ we pop tags with hella bands/ t-shirt printed Y.C might get sponserd by nike/now these niggers tryna steal my swag like a thief in the night/ all white teeth no fake jewls im too clean/ tatoo on her back says Aux bout that cream/ i might pull up in a light h0use/ pop a niggers lights out/for all that hating/ can't count the money im making/ oh god it feels like i made it/ have you ever felt the feeling of couting up on a million/ chillin with bitches we sippin/ purple cush in that cabin/if you cant aford me i aint performing/ swag is when i wake up while your bitch is snoring/ im a self made cheese boy straight brewd from mzansi/ tell that aint swag enough jelouse phantsi/ //..chorus..// [Gizz Y.H] i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2 verse 2 [ Raw Deal ] (yeah,nah man,Youngster Clique,Raw Deal...) Im Raw Deal/ OG/ oh shiit im back again/ flawsin up,yellow shit/yellow vans thats killer swag/ dressing like a pilot/ my swag fly as heaven/ yourll baby kites oh god/ my bitch fly oh my/ no beef niggers im sorry/ my white girl is foriegn/ you fake niggers is hating/im smelling like a G/ these hoes on my dick/ im tryna get that paper/ im flawsin like a bitch/ step back bitch stop hating/ im gone see my baby/ you broke**dont have them/ mother **er its Raw Deal/ hating niggers go to hell/ //..chorus..// verse 3 [ Gizz Y.H ] (less yada yada,and more swaging for youngster clique you dig,its Gizz Youngster Halla...) im on my black berry swag/ i dont have to brag/ stacking stacks on em stacks/ im talking cash ** the cheques/ money to the bank only promos in the bag/ and buddy thinks his fly cause he little bit famouse/ im canserouse/ rediculouse/ perfections of the genesis/ somebody should have told ya/ my swag might extort ya/ ill scriptures speak for themselves broucher/ mommy scooping out in the stars in a blink you lost her/ im on my fly ish/ i buy ish/ street attitude im bout it/ flyer then a muh/ keep my business on the low like a sports car/ nah uh uh/ i dont even have to talk about it/ cause im bout it ya dig/ //..Chorus..// i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don't talk about it x2 nah uh uh i just don't talk about it,uh uh nah i just don't talk about it x2

Girls Like That (Mya)




Cause they look so good
Cause they look so good
But the mind is not ready
Cause they look so good to you
Cause they look so good
But their minds are not ready

Every time you're out with me
Funny how they catch your eye
Those kinds of girls the simple kind
Thinking that the game is tight
They see you pull up with me
They look and they roll their eyes
They wait around planning how
They can bounce up in your ride

1 - Cause they look so good
All the stuff in their Prada
But if your pockets ain't full
Son you ain't getting nada, oh no
Cause you look so good
Rollin' up in your Lexus, oh yeah
But when you're chips run out
They run off with the next man
Don't forget it

2 - Girls like that
Just wanna trick all your dough
Spend all your money on hair and clothes
Why you gotta hold me
I'm together naturally
Boy they'll rob you blind
Guys if you like
Girls like that
Wanna tear da club up
Need to take care of their kids at home
They be hoppin' in and out of cars
Sittin' thirsty at the bar
Boy they'll rob you blind
Guys if you like

I caught one lookin' at me
Why you disrespectin' me?
You look at her in front of me
I don't feel no jealousy
But if it's where you wanna be
Don't let me hold you back
Take it what, you're the fool
If you wanna be with that

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

Girls like that
Just wanna trick all your dough
Spend all your money on hair and clothes
Why you gotta hold me
I'm together naturally
Boy they'll rob you blind
Guys if you like
Girls like that
Wanna tear da club up
Need to take care of their kids at home
They be hoppin' in and out of cars
Sittin' thirsty at the bar
Girls like that
Boys if you like

Look so good in their Gucci wear
Spend the money on nails and hair
Wanna bounce up in your ride
Watch your back she'll rob you blind
Every day tearing up the club
Chicks run up they show you no love
You can get that if you like
Guaranteed to run you blind

Repeat 1 till end w/ad-libs

Ad-libs:
Where my girls that pay their own bills at?
Where my girls that own their own cars at?
I see y'all out there
Don't need nobody to support you or love you
And you don't need to disrespect yourself
To make no kind of money
Look don't get me wrong
If you got kids it's alright
As long as you taking care of them
I pay my own way

Put 'em up y'all I see y'all back there
Uh, uh, uh come on
Guys if you like
You got your own bank account
You got your own ATM card
If you uh, if you trying to make it happen for yourself
One love
Guys if you like

Best Of Me (Mya)

Jadakiss-
Uh, huh
I don't wanna get the best of you, ha-ha (whoa)
Yo, yo

Mya-
You put me on
I can't let let him go no
Can't let you get, oh no

Verse 1:
He has a little game that he plays
Clever little ways and a hot boy style
Racks up on the dough that he makes
Flash a little cash watch girls wild out
Lately he's been checking for me
Telling me how much he wants to be
Wants to be the one to replace
Replace the man that waits at home for me

Chorus:
Oh no I can't let you
Get the best of me
Even though deep inside
Something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
Feelings coming on strong
I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me
The best of me


Verse 2:
So busy trying to play with my head
Telling me how he could blow my mind
Something about the things that he said
Made me want to take it there one time
I should be walking away
Cause his hands up on my thigh
Should I leave, should I stay?
After all it's just one night

Chorus

Jadakiss- Verse 3:
Yo yo yo I got so many bags of money
That they won't fit in the bank
And I'mma do this just like Tony did it to Frank
But I'mma make sure both y'all win
Let him keep the place you move
And I'mma pay both y'alls rent
So forget about the condo and come to the crib
Cause the castle over the mountain come with a bridge
You know literally we can go shopping in Italy
Hand on her thigh she don't wanna get rid of me
And she don't drink or know how a L look
Chanel look mixed with the Pete Arnell look
You just stay pretty while I'm running the city
When I whip the V you can hold the joint if you with me
Vacation cost a hundred and fifty we living it up
I put it on your**if you giving up
And you know I'm not a hater
And if you feel bad then you can call him later
And tell him you all Jada's

Mya-
Oh no I can't let you
Get the best of me
Even though deep inside
Something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
You ain't gonna get to me
You can't get the best of me

Chorus

Oh no I can't let you
Get the best of me
Even though deep inside
Something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
Oh yeah, oh...

The Best Of Me (My)



He has a little game that he plays
Clever little ways and hot boy
style
brags about the dough that he makes
Flash a little cash most girls wild
out
Lately he's been checking for me
Tellin me how much he wants to be
Wants to be the one who replace
Replace the man that waits at home for me
Chrous:
But oh no I can't let you get the best of me
Even though deep inside something's
dying to see
How you flow out them clothes and you put it on me
Feelin's comin on strong
We know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me
The best of me
Verse 2:
So is he trying to play with my head
Tellin' me how he could blow my mind
Somethin' bout the things that he said
Made me wanna take it there one time
I should be walkin' away
'Cause his hand's up on my thigh
Should I leave, should I stay
After all it's just one night
Chrous:
Jadakiss Rap:
I got so many bags of money that they won't fit in the bank
And I'm a do this just like Tony did it to Frank
But I'm make sure both ya'll win
Let em' keep the place,you move and I'm gonna pay bothe of your rent
So forget about the condo and come to the crib
'Cause the castle over the mountain come with a bridge
You know,literally, we could go shopping in Italy
Hand on her thigh she ain't want to get rid of me
And she she don't drink or know how an L look,
Channel look, mix with the Pete Arnell look
You just stay pretty while I'm running the city
When I whip the V,you can hold the joint if you with me
Vacation costs a hundred and fifty, we livin' it up
I put it on you**if you're givin it up
And you know I'm not a hater and if you feel bad then you call a month later and
tell him you want Jada's
Chrous:
B-Section:
You ain't gonna get to me
You can't get the best of me
Hook:
The Feelin's comin' on strong
I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me
The best of me

Multiply (Xzibit)

feat. Nate Dogg

[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don't need that, I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't failllll me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough

[Xzibit]
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe **
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats were just too blind to listen

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit

[Xzibit]
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business
Crooked**the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the
next man, it's the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin
Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

8 Million Stories (Kurtis Blow)




featuring Run D.M.C.

(intro)
There are 8 million stories in the ** city

8 million stories (x4)

(verse one Kurtis blow)

There are 8 million stories in the ** city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps the pushers the sharks and vultures
Things that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Central Park
You got to be down,you got to have strenght
If you're gonna survive past 110th
Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity filled
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And the ** city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's how it is and that's how it goes
The city with the 8 and six big O's

New York is a crazy city man.....

Yo, my home boys Run DMC

(verse two Run DMC)

A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de
But little did they know there's a baby in the body
She tried to hide it,but they'll soon know
Because sooner or later that baby's got to show
Can her daddy just accept it as a fact
That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack
Then there's another girl,her name is Vicki
The girl is fine,but sho'nuff tricky
Vicki's fine,,but then she's not very kind
She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
She's more sinister than Peter Lorre
And this is just two of 8 million stories

8 million stories (x12)

(verse three Kurtis Blow)

Fresh kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto street
Father unknown,mother astray
He learned about life the real hard way
Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
Spent all his time just counting his bank
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank
Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long
Been the subject of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire,ladies desire
They say water can't put out this fire
Because he's a fresh kid,yeah he's alright
Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
And you could measure or even treasure
The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
Puruvian rock never cut with speed
And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed
And that was just one weakness,must admit
That when he took a hit he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
You know he started to base at a hell a pace
And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
Didn't take care of business,didn't answer the phone
He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
Just to break it all down,you know he's not very slick
Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife
And basing cocaine made him lose his wife
Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
In a blaze of glory in his own territory
8 million stories sad but all real stories

8 million stories (x12)

Something Wicked (2Pac)




Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-**as damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes [???]
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked
wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes
nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass drop
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come

Put Yo Fist Up (LiL' Flip featuring Redd & SPM)

(talking)
Got to do something for the playas
If you ain't a real playa, you'll have to
Go to the back of the club
This for the playas and the ballas (ballas)
And the pimps, for everybody (Southside)
Who rocking lots of ice, teeth shine
Piece shine, pull up looking clean
On two 20's nigga

(Chorus)
Put your fist up
If you wearing a rolex put your wrist up
Grab your styrofoam cups of drink mixed up
If your car broke down get it fixed up
Playas put your fist up, let your piece shine
If you got diamonds in your grill let your teeth shine
And when we at the club we be creased down
You ain't never seen no playa like me huh
Don't ball with Sucka Free huh

[SPM]
I just put some new rugs in my two story club
Hoes getting dug in my king size tub
Boys getting drugged, trying to act like a thug
No ** love while I sip purple mud
I fly like a dove, smoke like a champ
Never run from no one cause I might catch a cramp
Smoking damp, ** on a old school tramp
Ten dollar rock for a twenty food stamp
My name is Carlos holla ** these hoes
Life is like ballet stay on your toes
My dream is to keep the world up all night
Cause I got enough caine to have a snowball fight
I floss gators, got cribs with elevators
So much cash I bought a pool for my neighbors
Dopehouse and Sucka Free, run your**up a tree
** with me, and you'll be keeping dad company

(Chorus)

[Lil' Flip]
When I walk into the club people say (where he go)
But when I open up my mouth they be like (there he go)

[Redd]
When Redd sliding through the club I'm throwing my elbows
Any girl I snag, she sticking like velcrow

[Lil' Flip]
And when I take my watch off, they say (who cut the lights off)
And I can freestyle all night until they cut the mics off

[Redd]
As soon as I touch the stage, broads ain't paging they man
Instead they spilling liquor, waving they hands

[Lil' Flip]
Well I'm a valet parker and a endo sparker
So many waves in my hair I got to wear swimming goggles

[Redd]
Now we ready to buy the bar tossing shit the counter
People notice my name and run over the ?

[Lil' Flip]
Now when you see me in the club I'm dressed top of the line
I'm mixing up codeine and popping bottles of wine

[Redd]
I met a chickenhead from Michigan showing her tattoo
Hit it off at the bar too let's scram so we could car pool

(Chorus)

[Lil' Flip]
Hey, this for my Blacks, Asians, Chinese and Caucasians
Muslims, Irish and even Jamaicans
Hispanics, Indians, throw your sets up
And all the fine women, raise your dress up
Hold up your piece if you got ice in it
And put your white cups up if you got pink sprite in it
You might see me at the bar but I don't drink that much
I just bought an Escallade and I'm gone paint that truck
I got three million in the bank, but it ain't that much
Now when I look at magazines I say ain't that us
I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob
I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob
Man, they screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club
A nigga buzzed off this remmy with a blunt and a hug
When Sucka Free in the club women lose they brains
If I need ice in my cup, then I use my chain, bling bling

(Chorus)

Even The Oxen (Grant Lee Buffalo)

Here is the one here is the one here is the one mistake that can not be made
There is a line that is crossed over once and only once let it be said
All of the hubris clenched in our fist won't punch our way out of here
You know what I've told and I tell but you won't let it pass into your ears

Even the oxen ramming their heads on wood rails
Come to know pain before the rusted barrier falls

Before the radio long before radio waves struck down to touch
Off the wild flame that took all in it's path and trampled the young underbrush
Music shooed clouds away billowing anxieties are rolled over and out
Seems like a lot of folks gave up and got out except for the truly devout

Who like the oxen ramming their heads on wood rails
Came to be dizzy before the barrier fell

Love is the one love is the one weapon that hasn't been brandished yet in this song
Strikes fear in the pockets of bankers and generals without it we can't carry on
And all of us knew this at one time from teething to toothless it's safe to say
But useless perhaps to point out that we've lost our instincts and awe in this day

And like the oxen ramming their heads on tin walls
Might come to know mercy before the barrier falls
And I come to know mercy before the barrier falls
And I come to know mercy before the barrier falls

Falls falls
And it falls falls falls
And it falls falls falls

Crashed My Volvo (Z Amigos)


Vs1
Cruisin' down the road at 180 K
The sun is so high up and it's a lovely day
I brush my hair back trying to look real slick
Cause I have to look my best just in case I see a chick
I see some girls a passing
And I have to look at them
Cause of my dodgy male thinking
I don't see what's headin' in, and I

Chorus
Crashed my Volvo!
OO-EE, OO-EE
Crashed my Volvo!
Hey! Hey!
Crashed my Volvo!
OO-EE, OO-EE
Crashed my Volvo!
Hey! Hey!

Vs2
Goodness gracious me
What on earth was that?
What an idiot I must be
I've rammed somebody in the back!
I start to cry
Where is my mummy?
This has only happened because I'm affected by what I see!
I stumble out to check for the damage
There's a dent oh me oh my
How did I manage to

Chorus

Vs3
People are staring hard
I'm getting really cross
So I get out I’m wanting to argue the toss
Telling lies I regard
Is my only way of getting out
By my testosterone I am marred
As I ask if he wants a clout
You backed on me I lie
Oh I wish I was dead
I can feel sweat welling up on my forehead
He gets really angry and his temper starts to cook
So he grabs me by the leg and twists off my right foot

Chorus x3


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