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Listen Junaid Jamshed Urdo naice Naat Sharif


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Don't Let The Money Make You (Bonus Track) (Xzibit Featuring King Tee, Soopafly)

Intro: [An interview with Xzibit]
[I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?
All the money that you guys are talkin' about?
Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?
Or the leather sized stuff?
[X] I think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that the
artform and the money is like on a equal level.
You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine
line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists
that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop
underground people that, that, that is looking for that
you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way that
that you can go up and doin' it

Verse 1: [Xzibit]
Xzibit keep it on deck
Live, vinyl, CD or cassette
Whatever you select
I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take the rucked out of the rhyme
Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional
Your whole style is promotional
A dead giveaway to me is just another business day
Xzibit here to stay
My life, a tribute to the A.K,
you wanna play
A situation only one man can walk away from
The same way he came
When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do I say ** the fame
Because it come and go
The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos
Niggas make ya money
But let the money make you

Hook: [King T] x2
We make, make money, money
Take's money to survive
The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive
Cause it's all about the C-notes
Gonna be **in' when you're rollin' this too
Don't let the money make you

Verse 2: [Soopafly]
It's Soopafly,
comin' with that gangsta shit
That shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta with
The pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank I get
Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit
I Stomp down your whole compound
Takin' all the shots
Device from the few I'm rise
Let the others drop
I elevate
Who drop when a dime never got me straight
I'm still goin' for broke
I push you to the stroke
And one man loc and say high
Smokin' to keep an open, mind
Focus on military time provokin'
The G in me, nigga
(?) when he tried to step the Soopafly
AZ you are shit
Now gettin' down with the Pound
Now who can shake it till it break ground
Many mother**ers are greedy
There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business
When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick
(Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick)
** type shit
Make ya step back
Soopafly, hit like crack
Life is a jet
Maintainin' the top figures deliver
The raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin' the river
Now, whether if a nigga step up
Be prepared to kick your rap up
Try to die in line for you cheque, huh nigga

Hook: [King T] x2

Verse 3: [Xzibit]
So when I die,
bury me upside-down
So the whole world can kiss my ass
Live fast
Sippin' from my bottomless glass of Hennessy, straight
So I catch you (?)
Xzibit comin' down like a saint
So prepare for the judgement day
Be careful what the ** you say
Rhyme these parts
Amadeus and Mozart,
the love for the arts and crash
Paragraphs to bust niggas in half
That's what I ** with
(?) time to get my duck sit
Miss me if you try to make a buck with
I mean a quick buck, only got bad luck
Black cash every black trash
Never relax, never get attached to anything
That's not gonna hand so life
I come back like Christ
Pacific natural ice
With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was well done
Might live by the gun,
but keep livin' through my livin' son

Hook: [King T] x4

Outro:
[King T]
We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money (x4)
We take money, take money, take money, money, money (x4)
[Soopafly]
Don't let this money make you

Like Zsa-Zsa Gabor (Erasure)


She wanted to be the hostess of the Big Game Show
Like Loni Anderson
She wanted to be seen on Spectravision
She told her friends that one day
She would be the movie queen
Like Krystle Carrington
Pay her weekly visit
To the top beauticians

Soul corruption, self destruction
(Are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run

She wanted to marry a big movie star
Like Omar Sharif
Her walk-on part
In the b-movie was a big success
She did a voiceover selling Hershey bars
Just like Betty White
But for now she is a temporary waitress

Soul corruption, self destruction
(Are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run

All the way to Hollywood
All the way to Hollywood
All the way to Hollywood
All the way to Hollywood

She told her friends that
One day she would be the movie queen
Like Zsa Zsa Zsa Gabor
But for now she is a waitress in a cocktail bar

Soul corruption, self destruction
(Are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run

Soul corrupt, self destruct
Soul corrupt, self destruct

All the way to Hollywood
All the way to Hollywood
All the way to Hollywood
All the way to Hollywood

Are you prepared to fight?

She wanted to marry a big movie star
Like Omar Sharif

Soul corrupt, self destruct
Are you prepared to fight
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
Soul corrupt, self destruct
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run

Kahin Door Jab Din (Anand)

Kahin Door Jab Din Dhal Jaye
Sanjh Ki Dulhan Badan Churaye
Chupke Se Aaye
Mere Khayaalon Ke Aangan Mein
Koi Sapnon Ke Deep Jalaaye

Kabhi Yun Hi Jab Hui Bojhal Saansen
Bhar Aai Baithe Baithe Jab Yun Hi Aankhen
Kabhi Machal Ke Pyar Se Chal Ke
Chhuye Koi Mujhe Par Nazar Na Aaye
Kahin Door...

Kahin To Yeh Dil Kabhi Mil Nahin Paate
Kahin Pe Nikal Aaye Janmon Ke Naate
Thami Thi Uljhan Bairi Apna Man
Apna Hi Hoke Sahe Dard Paraaye
Kahin Door...

Aye Udi Udi (Adnan Sami)

udi udi aye khaabon kee buree
aye ang rang khilee aye saaree raath bolee

aye udi udi aye khaabon kee buree
aye ang rang k hilee aye saaree raath bolee

halkee ae halkee kal raath jo shabnam giree
are ankhiyaan vakhiyaan bhar**een kal to aag mein dab dab giree
pahlee pahlee baarish kee chheethein pahlee baarish bheegee ho ho

nagina nagina nagina
ho ho O na jaare na jaare na judhaa
nagina nagina nagina
ho ho O na jaare na jaare na judhaa
uljhee huyee thee khul bhee gaee thee lat vo raath bhar bharasee
kabhee manaaye khoob sataaye vo sab yaar kee marzee
aye udi udi aye khaabon kee buree
aye ang rang k hilee aye saaree raath bolee
aye udi udi aye khaabon kee buree

chhed doon mein kabhee pyaar se to tang hotee hai
chhod doon rooth ke to bhee to jang hotee hai
chhed doon mein kabhee pyaar se to tang hotee hai
khaam khaah choom loon to bhi to jang hotee hai
zindagee aankhon kee aayat hai zindagee
aankhon mein rakhee teree amaanat hai
zindagee ae zindagee ae zindagee
nagina nagina nagina
ho ho O na jaare na jaare na judhaa
nagina nagina nagina
ho ho O na jaare na jaare na judhaa
uljhee huyee thee khul bhee gaee thee lat vo raath bhar bharasee
kabhee manaaye khoob sataaye vo sab yaar kee marzee
aye udi udi aye khaabon kee buree
aye ang rang k hilee aye saaree raath bolee
aye udi udi aye khaabon kee buree

lad lad ke jeene ko ye lamhe bhee tode hain
mar mar ke seene mein ye sheeshe jode hain
tum kah do sab naate manzil do socho to
ambar pe pehle hee sitaare thode hain
zindagee aankhon kee aayat hai zindagee
palkon mein jhapakee hai meethee shikaayath
zindagee ae zindagee ae zindagee
nagina nagina nagina
ho ho O na jaare na jaare na judhaa
nagina nagina nagina
ho ho O na jaare na jaare na judhaa
uljhee huyee thee khul bhee gaee thee lat vo raath bhar bharasee
kabhee manaaye khoob sataaye vo sab yaar kee marzee
aye udi udi aye khaabon kee buree
aye ang rang k hilee aye saaree raath bolee
aye udi udi aye khaabon kee buree

Dancin' And Pantsin' (Adam Sandler)




When I was a young man
I didn't like to dance
I was shy
I'd stand against the wall all night
I'd never take a chance
So afraid
I wouldn't get on that dance floor
Unless I was really drunk
10 shots

But I found a place where the stars hang out
And they taught me how to funk
Real nasty
It ain't too far away
It's just on the edge of town
Nearby
But be ready when you get there
'Cause these folks don't ** around

You can
Rub your belly with Liza Minelli
Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub your belly
Jiggle your droopy balls with singin' Lou Rawis
Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy balls
Grind your hips with the blond guy from CHIPS
Lick your lips
Stroke it clean with Martin Sheen
It's ** obscense
Clench your ass-cheeks tight with **y grandma Betty White
You'll see the light when your sphincter's tight

If you don't know how to move
Just feel the groove
And dance
Like you just shit your pants

Spin like a little girl
With cross-dressing Milton Berle
Just give it a whirl, pretend you're a little girl
Wave that juicy weeno with legendary Al Pacino
Wave your weeno, even more obsceno
Knock back a drink with Colonel Klink
Piss in the sink
Bounce your beef with Omar Sharif
What a relief
Ring the disco bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel
Tommy Carvel gonna make your dink swell

Then spew all over the room
With Mr. Jeffry Goldblum
And dance
Like you just shit your pants

Mr. Belvedere
Fatty Fatty
Finger in his own rear
Bernard King
Basketball, basketball
Showing off his ding-a-ling
Swimming Mark Spitz
Moustache, moustache
Playing with his hairy tits

Big Earl Weaver, Tommy Seaver
Both of them got the boogie fever
Shit your pants
You can
Do the hustle with seven-footer Billy Russell
Do the ** hustle, jerking your love muscle
Shake your big, round**with the ghost of Mama Cass
Blast from the past, the ghost of Mama Cass
Dry-hump the floor with Mary Tyler-Moore
Pump it sore
Squeeze your ** like baldy Mr. Whipple
Drink some Ripple
Give it a hearty w** with TV great Victor Tayback
When you give it a w**, don't hurt the nut-sack

So if the thought of grooving is bringing you down
Come to the funkiest place in town
The stars will show you how to move
And dance
Like you just shit your pants

Laatste Ronde (Blof)

Ik hang aan het biljart
van deze donkerbruine kroeg
En langzaam wordt het licht,
is het nog laat of alweer vroeg?
Het is stil op straat,
de barman spoelt de glazen om
En jij drinkt nog een bier,
en ik zie al het rechte krom
Laatste ronde, laatste ronde
Vanavond heb ik niets gevonden
Laatste ronde, laatste ronde
Gewogen maar te licht bevonden
Nog een keer naat 't toilet,
ik stommel zat het trapje af
Ik zat nergens mee,
totdat de stemming het begaf
Het wordt niets tussen ons,
dat heb ik inmiddels wel gemerkt
Dus ik heb me flink gelaafd,
zo de teleurstelling verwerkt
Laatste ronde, laatste ronde
Vanavond heb ik niets gevonden
Laatste ronde, laatste ronde
Gewogen maar te licht bevonden
Ik hang aan het biljart
van deze donkerbruine kroeg
En langzaam wordt het licht,
is het nog laat of alweer vroeg?
Laatste ronde, laatste ronde
Vanavond heb ik niets gevonden
Laatste ronde, allerlaatste ronde
Gewogen maar te licht bevonden
Laatste ronde

I Am Mumbhai (Bombay Boys)

I am Mumbhai - Bombay Boys

(My name is Bhai... Mumbhai.)*GUNSHOT*

Mumbhai ekdum danger place
where u survive.. if u got the pace
u gotta be fast.. u gotta be Tez
u gotta be Shaana.. to win the race
Chota chota matter bane police case
bada bada lafda gul without trace.
ghabrane ka nahi..give it in the face
woh kya bolta hai? haan. Jaisa Des waisa bhes.

Dekhe behti Ganga, pocket se nikle Kanga
dekhte rehna panga.. nahi to ho jaayega danga
some people are bhala changa..
some are bheek manga
Cannot judge anybody... sharif or lafanga.

Bhaigiri ko chod sab.. BAKWAAS
Bhai ka under jo rehta.. BINDAAS
Bhai ko denga tras, hoenga woh khallas
bahenga uska blood just like tomato sauce.

(Are baap re...)

Khaane ka peene ka marne ka jeene ka
chalne ka phirne ka uthne ka girne ka
tension nahi lene ka bhai se poochne ka
Kasakai bhara hai I am Mumbhai.

Aane ka Jaane ka naachne ka gaane ka
nahane ka dhone ka hasne ka rone ka
boom nahi maarne ka bhai se poochne ka
Kasakai bhara hai I am Mumbhai.

Hey. Beer bar dance bar... (baar baar lagathaar)
ha. note chaapne ke liye... (solid hai karobar)
Bhai ke adda par dikhtha hai jo ek baar
udharich reh jaata hai chodke apna ghar baar.

Petition, election, Telephone connection
construction permission, illegal erection
paisa nu collection, paper nu correction...
everything perfection jabhi le le bhai action.

Court mein agar jaayenga tho bees saal tha thamba
law and order se tho Pandu bhai ka haath hai lamba
Neta, abhineta.. ya ho koi builder
Bhai ko dekar supari karwata hai murder.
Haath mein uska power hai, sab uska aage jhukta
uska khopdi samajh**a tho pura mumbai rukta.

(Ae... Khatam nahi hua Choothiye...)

Ae Bass Guitar.... Piplee..
Ae Banjo...Chal... Orchestra.
Comeon baby...ha
Comeon baby...ha
Chorus...

[Khaane ka peene ka marne ka jeene ka
chalne ka phirne ka uthne ka girne ka
tension nahi lene ka bhai se poochne ka
Kasakai bhara hai I am Mumbhai.

Aane ka Jaane ka naachne ka gaane ka
nahane ka dhone ka hasne ka rone ka
boom nahi maarne ka bhai se poochne ka
Kasakai bhara hai I am Mumbhai.]*2

Ae.. maarega sar pe haagega ghar pe kya?
zyada shaaning nahi karne ka..
(Kasakai bhara hai I am Mumbhai.)

Abe aasmani kaboothar...
balcony se nikal kar ishtol mein aa ishtol mein.
Khopche mein leke diyun kya kharcha pani.. huh?

Ae kai re..Shaanpana karta kai jaayela.
ae... e Gheun tak..Gheun tak.
(Kasakai bhara hai I am Mumbhai.)

Kya raapcha hai boss..
Ye raapcha nahi rapchandus hai chote...
rapchandus (Kasakai bhara hai I am Mumbhai.)

Ae.. yap bugger. dont yap ok?
One bloody kaanpat you'll get
you see you'll stand a day man
ha bloody Granfatherdi aulad.
Chal chal...

hey hey...
andar dekhoo, hagne chala Choothiye
dekhto re. ye dekh eh.. Ghanta.

Ae.. kya re? Area mein aake jhol nahi karne ka
bola na tere ko?
Bhai hai main bhai idhar ka..
samjha na bhai hai. *SLAP*

Ae kya re? Bhai bhai.. huh?
tu bhai hai to hum bhi behin hai. samjha?
Abhi dhande ka time hai... mere ko jaane ka.
aata kya?.... kahandala.
nahi to jake thanda la . Ja.

(Bhai chai mangaun kya?)


..::Lyrics submitted by Vishal::..

De Peel In Brand (Rowwen Heze)

Toen ik nog heel klein was
En van 't leave niks begreep
Allien moar speulde oot en sliep
Toen ik nog zo klein was
Dat ik op de tiene mos goan stoan
Um te kieken noar de moan
De witte streepe in de lucht
Ge kneep ow oege half dicht
Elke wolk was een gezicht

refr.:
En 's oaves laat de hoar nog naat
Nog efkes en nar bed
De raam wiet oap en giene sloap
En d'n hemel was vuurroej
Mist hing op 't land
's Oaves laat da stong de Peel in brand

Ge kost oore droome
Ge waart d'n baas van iedereen
Vocht met de sterkste allien
Langoet liggen in 't graas
Ge rookt d'n asfalt en de zwaai
Als 't pas geregend haai
Ge had et mar met een druk
Groeter worden mar wat ge ook deed
Echt veul alder werde neet

D'n Duvel Is Los (Rowwen Heze)

D'n duuvel is los iederien an de kant
De werlt ontaard 't leupt oet de hand
't Giet gruwelijk mis hel en verdoemenis
Mar ik gaj ni mei ik blief lekker in bed
Als 't oeit zover keumt weare de diere gered
Als d'n groete daag keumt dan is 't gedoan
Of we motte met zien alle in de wei goan stoan

refr.:
't Giet allemoal good vur zolang als 't deurd
Mar d'r keumt enne daag dan is 't gebeurd
Dan keumt 't met emmers tegeliek oaver os hin
Dat is d'n daag dat ik beklaag dat ik geboare bin

Want iederien luupt zich 't veur oet de schoon
Wil vanalles steeds mier en van alles nog doon
't Gojje leave dat smakt mar 't gewiete dat krakt
En pestoer goejt doar gear nog enne preak boavenop
'n Paar minute vur twelf en doarnoa hult 't op
Allien als ge braaf ziet zal d'n boet vur ow goan
Of ge blieft mooderziel verloate in de reagen stoan

refr.

't Leave is moei mar als 't mislukt
Dan hedde gefaald dan werde geplukt
En zelfs op 't end gen mins din ow kent
Want straks giet d'n boet en da mogde ni mei
Al stadde verklied als 'n koe in de wei
Als d'n groete daag keumt dan is 't te laat
Ien ding is zeker als 't reagent dan wuurd iederien naat

refr.


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