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Storybook Love (Mark Knopfler)

Come my love I'll tell you a tale
Of a boy and girl and their love story
And how he loved her oh so much
And all the charms she did possess
Now this did happen once upon a time
When things were not so complex
How he worshipped the ground she walked
And when he looked in her eyes he became obsessed
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
It's as real as the feelings I feel
This love was stronger than the powers so dark
A prince could have within his keeping
His spells to weave and steal a heart
Within her breast but only sleeping
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
It's as real as the feelings I feel
Now he said, "Don't you know I love you oh so much
And lay my heart at the foot of your dress?"
She said, "Don't you know that these storybook loves
Always have a happy ending?"
Then he swooped her up just like in the books
And on his stallion they rode away
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel
My love is like a storybook story
But it's as real as the feelings I feel

Crystal Striker (Thirsty Merc)

Her name was Crystal Striker
But I can't give that away
This is a true story
Oh yes it is.

We made love
We used to hit the roof
Travel every where together
Oh yeah.

We had a motorcycle
Rode to the beach
Looked in to her eyes
Told her how I feel
Got a bite to eat
She tasted so beautiful
Waves crashing on the sand
Oh yeah.

Then one Thursday
She went and left me.
Bought a ticket for an aeroplane
Well somewhere, I dunno.
I think she's in Europe
I think she's in London
I don't know.

Vinland (Bathory)

Forward : ride the ocean's waves
be bold : glory to the brave

Deep the sea : above me eternal sky
freezing winds : cold to the limbs : the waves are high
sleepless nights : the bleak moonlight : the chill and damp
by morning light : a strip of land we see

Vinland : crossing the endless raging ocean
Vinland : follow the stars and the sign of the raven
Vinland : watch the horizon for the strip of the western land
Vinland : plough through the waves white wolfs at a raging sea

The wind : mighty : fills your sail
onward : to the land in your fathers' tale

Forward brothers : reward awaits the bold and brave
white sons of north : through hail and storms : we rode the waves
we beach the ship upon the coast of western land
and rest our tired limbs among the reed and sand

Vinland : crossing the endless raging ocean
Vinland : follow the stars and the sign of the raven
Vinland : watch the horizon for the strip of the western land
Vinland : plough through the waves white wolfs at a raging sea

Sunshine In The O (3X Krazy)




(Mike Marshall)
Just pimps and ho's and playas
No time for player haters
(Ph balanced) Just pimps and ho's and players
Just players, players
Sucker free from player haters

(Keek tha Sneek)
It be going down in the town on a Friday afternoon
I'm in that L-Co, drinking strawberry hills boones
And I'm thinking to myself, I ain't near perved
It takes henn dogg and some herb just to make me swerve
I picked up T-Funk, fat blunt in the ear lobe
It spin likes a globe, I stick it in while I'm talking on my mobe
To a freak of the week who be scheming
But she ain't knowing me and funk is down for the tag teaming
Hooked it up for later on, hung up the phone,
fired up the blunt slapped the heater on, we was on
And like always, fools to the left, player hating
So I got ho intersection waiting while that L-Co-atin
Came out swinging sideways, it was all so sweet
Then threw the peace sign up, it was G's on the streets
Out the six duece, seen orange man and eastwood
Eyes red, on the front porch smoked in the hood
Got back on the mobile, started dialing up some mo digits
Cause I knew they was bugging, I seen that purple civic
Back on the strip, fresh paint, rally's shining
Rewinding the album called -flowautomatic nine
Deciding should I go get another sack
I'm in a Co, with ten in a lark, so we riding back to back
As I start shake and bake, earth like a quake, it ain't Sunday
I ain't hitting the lake, five-oh jacking fool, that's a mistake
I'm just going to stick to the strip and drink that Carlo Rossi Rhine
In the O-A-K, where we chill and parlay in the sunshine.

(Singing- Mike Marshall)
In the sunshine, just pimps and ho's and playas

(2 X's)
Breaking ho's, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
Just pimp's and ho's and playas

(Agerman)
I woke up in the morning, ready for another day
In the O-A-K, that's where we let the Gat spray
Each and everyday on the foothill strip drinking tanqueray
Smoking on a twomp sack of that bomb, I gotta stay calm
The sun is beaming like its ho bucking season
Ho's want to see me cause I'm like nike down looking breezy
But I can't stop for no ho mang
All they wanna do is hop In the lexus sitting on gold thangs with the cocaine
White paint trimmed in gold, stopped in the liquor store so I could a cold four-o
Now I'm audi five to next light, spaced out like midnight
My game is never lazy, when I'm off that act crazy
Tricks to the left, trick s to the right,
tricks in daisy dukes, I'm off that crazy juice uhhh
I'm on the foothill strip, bumper to bumper
Suckers pass through with they crew wish and they wonder
If the can have a town like mines
The O-A-K, where we chill and parlay in the Sunshine

(singing- Mike Marshall)
In the sunshine, Just pimps and hoes and playas

(2 X's)
Breaking ho's, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine
Just pimp's and ho's and playas

(Bart)
Once again, it's just another liquor store mission,
stick-a-ho mission, never coochie kissing
Cause sacks rolled up and tucked got ya fellas stuck (off what)
That ole green rocker spliff had me tore up
I throw up, I hope I don't because today I'm just kicking back
Moet and hamps, dough in the pants, just parlay in slacks
there are major highsiders in the O,
these ho's plot my dough and many bro's want to pick my fro
really doe, a sunny day, I'm playing for keeps
no need for a rental, a bicycles cool, because my game is deep
a freak peep, and looked sweet by the lakeside
she was going to her friends to go on a bike ride
so we went , we rode, she bent my pole,
met her a minute ago now this heffer I can't control
Is it because my billboard flicks, tone got the real long crisps
Three times crazy (man I know this)
Ager I feel ya, but some others don't
I'm bippin fools off the weed smoke, selling they gats for C-notes
And then I hit the strip and parked the bike by the curb
Regal was coming to snatch me, Man I was kind of happy, word
This 24 is like one of a kind,
in the O-A-K where chill and parlay in the sunshine

(Mike Marshall)
And I do what I feel, and I do what I feel, when I do it

(2 X's)
Breaking ho's, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine

Then (The Supremes)

(William "Smokey" Robinson/R.Rogers/W. Moore)

If Columbus never sailed the sea
]If Longfellow never wrote a rhyme
If leaves have never grown upon a tree
And if the sands have never told the time
Then I guess I don't love you
Love you like I do
Then I guess I'll have to find me someone new
Then I guess this love I feel couldn't possibly be real

If Beethoven never wrote a song
And if Shakespeare never wrote a play
If a man has never done a wrong
And if night has never followed day
Then I guess I don't love you
Love you like I do
Then I guess I'll have to find me someone new
Then I guess this love for you couldn't possibly be true

If high is low
And up is down
And if love is not considered an emotion
If yes is no
And square is round
And if waves had never rode across the ocean

If Michaelangelo could never paint
And if Jezebel was a saint
Then I guess I don't love you
Love you like I do
Then I guess I'll have to find me someone new
Then I guess this love is wrong couldn't possibly be strong

Then I don't love you
Love you like I do
Then I guess I'll have to find me someone new
Then I guess this love I feel...

Comfortable (John Mayer)

I just remembered that time at the market
You snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart
And rode down aisle 5
You looked behind you and smiled back at me
Crashed into a rack full of magazines
They asked us if we could leave

Can't remember what went wrong last September
Though I'm sure you'd remind me if you had to

Our love was comfortable and so broken in

I sleep with this new girl I'm still getting used to
My friends all approve, say she's gonna be good for me
They throw me high fives
She says the Bible is all that she reads
And prefers that I not use profanity

Your mouth was so dirty
Life of the party
And she swears that she's artsy
But you could distinguish Miles from Coltrain

Our love was comfortable and so broken in
She's perfect
So flawless
Or so they say-ay-ay-ay
Say-ay-ay-ay

She thinks I can't see the smile that she's faking
The poses for pictures that aren't being taken

I loved you
Gray sweat pants
No makeup
So perfect

Our love was comfortable and so broken in
She's perfect, so flawless
I'm not impressed

I want you back-a-a-ack

It's Going Down (Daz Dillinger)




[Featuring Kurupt The Kingpin Prince Ital]
Ahh shit!
[Prince Ital]
Yeh
Everywhere I go
Nuff gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen?
I haffa watch my back
Too much crack seen?
Watch yourself cuz nuff home icide a gwan in de area
[Daz Dillinger]
I hear some niggaz clockin major on the other side of town
Strictly slidin for a proper come up to come around
Called up the homies from way back, who dream of gettin paid
Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 G's
6:30 layin in cut, prepare to get ready
Me and Ty grew up, mashin to get our feddi
Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor
Make sure my homies get away smooth with the dough
A hardcore mother**er raised up not knowin
Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin dope and hoein
Moms can't tell me shit, I make the rules that I live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
Perfectedly innovated to all my homies
Pull out the Riviera, plus I kick up dust
Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, cock back and bust
It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside
Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine
Pull on the 7 Carter with the homey Flossy Floss
He's the homey from the Beach who's known for takin off
Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge
Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder
I mean, takin life for life, cause it's right
Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's some gangsta shit, that's going down
Homicide, straight murder/homicide
It's some gangsta shit, here in this town
Straight murder/[blank]
[Daz Dillinger]
Word on the street is that them DPG niggaz shot they homeboy
Now the only sound in the town is gunfire
Going down I sport the crown I give it up on mother**ers
when I roll through I thought you knew about them Doggs in blue
Now forty-five, niggaz bought em by the spot
I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that I shot
Niggaz skied out quick, around the block who know we comin back
Post up early on the attack
Slowly but surely spot an enemy slippin out his domain
Rode up on him and let him see the twelve gauge
The homey Ty banged him on GP because we stuffed him then we bagged
him
cause he violated the rule of the streets
Two redrums under my belt, it felt good bout to murder
Haven't you ever heard of a murderer mother**er?
Cause I'm, a straight gangsta, doin what I feel
Niggaz no need to tempt, for me to kill, straight blastin
the enemy, can't see the hoes who try to get with me
Understand where I'm comin from the D-P to the G-the-C
The niggaz who trip, niggaz that dipped
Niggaz that conversate with the Bloods or Crips
It's just a West coast thang, gangsta thang
Niggaz come around here but surely can't hang because-a
we don't hang with no bustas and sho' nuff
don't hang with no fags and niggaz down to blast, straight merkin
Chorus
Check it out
[Kurupt the Kingpin]
I heard niggaz kickin static makin noise
Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys
Automatic toys to tangle with niggaz for profit
Got shit on lockdown cause I lets the Glock spit
Soon as D-A-Z hits me on my hip, talk about chips
The game run heatin them clips, the gaze kicks
Automatic tech nine spits, I gotta
roll with the Pound that's the neighborhood of murder
Am I the only mother**er ridin?
Am I the only rider but I found a whole pound of niggaz violent
I got the big homey Ty money worldwide
from Portland, Oregon L.A. to the N.Y.
I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four
Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw
The fo'-fo', the fo' double sparkin
the gang walkin up your hood like nuttin but trouble
We straight gangsta shit
[Prince Ital]
That's right
We dat live by de knife will die by de knife
You betta try save your life
On your life dere might be a oversight
Take my ad-vice and jump inna your ride
Don't ar-gue with de Death Row pride
DPG gangstaz they nah make you try
We got keep every stone you keep
in your life, you betta don't feel strife
We dat live by de knife will die by de knife
You betta try save your life
Oh lawd, oh lawd
Homicide it's a homicide
Oh lawd, oh lawd
Murderah it's a murderah
Oh lawd
[Daz Dillinger]
We're in this mother**er
Yo Daz!
OHHH SHIT! *car crashes*
Y'all niggaz alright? Man nigga let's get out this mother**er
Nigga the cops comin nigga!

Respect (Notorious B.I.G.)




Verse 1
~~~~~~~

Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the **
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York New York ready for the likes of this uh
Then came the worst date May 21st
2:19, that's when my momma water burst
No spouse in the house so she rode for self
to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Verse 2
~~~~~~~

Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream
On the drug scene, ** a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it **ed my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail

Verse 3
~~~~~~~

Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
Mama smile when she see me, that's surprisin'
Honeys is tantalizin', they freak all night
Peep duckin' cops on the creep all night
As I open my eyes and realizin' I changed
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
And to my niggas livin' street life
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If I'm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec
Respect to the Mac's and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

Letter To The President (2Pac Featuring Outlaw Immortals)

Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin?
I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
Ain't nothin changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected..
.. they ain't came true

[2Pac]
Tell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!)
Tell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..

Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm seldom in the company of bi**hes
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin
f**k the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on?
Figure if we high they can train us
but then America f**ked up and blamed up
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t
In case you don't know, I let my pump go
Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
(What should I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

[Kastro]
Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship
Launch it, leave a ni**a flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same ni**a
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'f**kers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But you keep, tellin us, that it is
while your motherf**kin troops keep killin our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherf**ker

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

[Edi Amin]
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, ni**az lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a ni**a you fear, bring the beast to his knees
and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President

s**t is still f**ked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
and it ain't gon' get better

[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up..

Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug ni**a
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bi**h ain't never did s**t for me
My history, full of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
is a ni**a on the tightrope, screamin let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood
Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President

[Big Syke]
Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low?
Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'?
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
Battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin
Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I meant every word in my letter to the President
[2Pac]
Word motherf**kin life
f**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Motherf**kers crazier than a motherf**kin ??
ni**a this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz ni**a
We fin' to hustle til we come up

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton, s**t
It's gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker
to make a dollar in these here streets
I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace
But we can't find peace
til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece
I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin welfare
That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
s**t, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherf**kin dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us lookin to lose
Tryin to turn all us young ni**az into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the f**k I'm fightin for?
s**t, I ain't got no love here
I ain't had a check all year
Taxin, all the blacks and
police beatin me in the streets
f**k peace

These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Still Diggin' (Showbiz & A.G.)




featuring Diamond D

[Showbiz]
Yeah 1992 Showbiz & A.G. we about to catch wreck. And I
got my main man Diamond D he's about to catch wreck from
diggin' in the crates and all that. And I'd like to say
I chop off the head off of all those that commercialize!
We got real bad bwoy in effect. Come Diamond D come correct!

[Diamond D]
Yo check it
See I'm back on the block but my name ain't Quincy
Yeah, I'm chopping rappers up into mincemeat
Step up and speak if your shit ain't weak
The beat's for the jeep kid, they don't come cheap
I practice my craft so you can call me macaroni
And I get cheese and more run that a pony
Smoke a lotta herb but I don't chew tobacco
When Show drops the beat I say "Holy mackeral!"
The stunts don't front any longer
See my status is large, and the props are getting longer
Ride around with Lou Dog in the Path
Sit back and laugh or maybe sign an autograph
I'm walking tall, but yo I'm not a **
Don't run with the burgeouis, my crew's much blacker
So give a shout for the man with the clout
Sippin' on a Guiness stout, yo I'm about

Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D, yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 2x)

[Showbiz]
Ayo, it's often said, but it's never read
That Diamond got a beat for every dread in his head
But don't be mislead (Why?) Cause breakbeats are dead
I'm not the Biz, who runs around with Super Pro Keds
I'm just a cool brother, who hangs out in a top shop
And I still get my props when giving brothers knots
So step up front, yeah, that's if you want it
It's time to breathe there's no future in fronting
Cause they know, and I know, and she know, and we know
That I'm an old champ like Bruno Samitino
Or Ivan Pusky or the brother Tony Atlas
Buy my EP and Showbiz will be the fattest
And baddest is my status, I knew a man named Thatus
Who rode a night train to Georgia just like Gladys
Knight and the Pips, there's no 40's on my lips
Yo pass the Moet, I might flip and take a sip
And sit back and puff a blunt with Slick Nick
Sometimes he puff slow, sometimes he puff quick
I'd rather grab the mic and concentrate on getting papes
I'm out, and I'm still diggin' in the ** crates

Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D, yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 4x)


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