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Listen Ta Zouzounia - Psemata psemata


Lyrics

Sssh... (Hope Diggy) (Apex Theory)

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

People have the tendency
Of ** the life out of me
Try and fill me with forthcomings
Excess is the way of the wise
Even when they are left alone
One hand on rye
A thousand rambles in a second
Tiny tip is topsy turvy
So stop the torment you traitors

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the voice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Local lopsided judges lure lunacy
Over loony loud lumpy loopholes
With lingo that's loathsome
And shade shameless shamsters
Shake and shape shaggy
Young people with sharp teeth
On shelves of ship shaped
Sharpened shop owners
While customers consume large quanties
Of curiously cultivated curtains
Alongside crowds of crude oils
Crossed and crooked
Atop a crushed icemaker

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the choice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the choice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

Encore Un Fois (Helene Segara)

J'ai jamais vu d'amour fragile
j'ai toujours donné tout
toute seule au bout de moi
j't'envoie ces quelques mots

Moi je suis celle qui s'est perdue
contre ta peau
quand on s'cachait pres des bateaux
pour mettr' nos corps a nu

Un jour y'a comme ça des gnes qui passent
c'est la vie qui grandit
on s'comprend pas toujours soi-meme
et un jour
on aime

{Refrain:}
Oh non non non
On s'oublie pas comme ça
Tu n'le sais pas
Mais j'garde en moi des bouts de toi
Non non non
On n'oublie pas tout ça
C'est notre histoire d'amour
J'voudrai la vivre encore une fois

Et face aux vagues de l'océan
tu m'as tendue la main
pour m'emmener doucement
jusqu'au premier matin

J'avançais toujours vers toi
comme une étoile qui danse
et le temps a mis ses ailes
pour me voler mon innocence

Un jour y'a comme ça des gens qui passent
des regards qu'on garde en soi
des rires qu'on oublie pas
parce qu'un jour
on aime

{au Refrain}

Un jour y'a comme ça des gnes qui passent
c'est la vie qui grandit
on s'comprend pas toujours soi-meme
et un jour
on aime...

{au Refrain}

Je Ne Te Quitte Pas (Nana Mouskouri)

Je ne te quitte pas
Je veux te suivre
Pour être libre
Je reste ici
C'est dans ton livre
Que je veux vivre
Si tu me quittes
Moi je te suis

Je n'ai pas d'autre choix que toi
Pour me tenir en équilibre
Je n'ai pas d'autre joie que toi
Il ne fait beau que sur ta rive

Je ne te quitte pas
Je veux te suivre
Pour ne pas vivre
En pleine nuit
Même s'il arrive
Que tu dérives
Moi je m'invite
Dans ta folie

Je n'ai pas d'autre loi que toi
Pas d'autre voie pas d'autres vivres
Je n'ai pas d'autre croix que toi
Mais je la porte pour survivre

Je ne quitte pas
Je veux te suivre
Pour être libre
Je reste ici

Your Body (Pretty Ricky)

PRETTY RICKY LYRICS

"Your Body"

Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)

[Baby Blue]
I don't know why, but the ladies call ol' baby blue the sticker
They take me and **me and make me they victim
I lick em and freak 'em if they married I see ya
If they look like wifey material, then I keep 'em
Stuntin' through the city tryin' to find a lady who
Beautiful, but she gotta have booty too
Baby blue gonna let you do what you wanna do
You can feel on it if you really want to
Get a taste of the salami
knock knock knock knock you down like a tsunami
bust in you like atomi-ee
I'mma ahead of my class gettin' head in the jag
look in the duffle bag see benjamin heads on the cash

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)

Top down blue star tag
Ol' master bear skin rugs in the jag
Spectac with the bad chick in the back
tryin ta beat it up like an Everlast punching bag
hotter than a bisquick biscuit out the oven
your baby mama go on missions to get this lovin
we kissin and huggin she never pick her phone up
You be lookin for her while we doin the grown up
she complain when she catch back spasms,
but she love when she get the back to back orgasms
yes sir, the game is automatic, give it to 'em one time
They come back like addicts.

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)

[Slick 'Em]
Well let me step up in this thang
Right lookin smellin good
lookin good Spec and Baby Blue and Pleasure Fool
That's all we got!
let me drop my top pull up in the parking lot
grab a g**soda bag of chips
that's all I got
park outside minglin wit' my homeboys
faked out fake hugs leave me alone boy
plus the candy lookin good enough to eat
you can tell by the way the girls actin cross the street
but on the other hand
Alfalfa Just hit me on my metro
say a party in the park hard baby let's go
the balla tick no questions asked, so I jumped out the white jag
smooth like Shaq come her girl!

I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)

Odos Oniron (Greek) (Nana Mouskouri)

Kathe dromos echi mia kardia yia ta pedia
Kathe kipos echi mia folia yia ta poulia
Ma kira mou esy, san ti na les me tin avyi
Ke kitas t' asteria pou olo peftoun sa vrohi
Dos mou ta mallia sou na ta kano proseichi
Yia na xanarhiso to tragoudi ap' tin arhi

Kathe spiti kryvi ligi agapi sti siopi
Ke ena agori echi tin agapi yia dropi

Ma kira mou esy, san ti na les me tin avyi
Ke kitas t' asteria pou olo peftoun sa vrohi
Dos mou ta mallia sou na ta kano proseichi
Yia na xanarhiso to tragoudi ap' tin arhi

La la la la, la la la la
La la la li, la la la la
La la la li, la la la la
La la la li, la la la la

La la la la, la la la la
La la la li, la la la la
La la la li, la la la la
La la la li, la la la la

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

Hal se zatoulal (Tata Bojs)

Jsem Hal devět tisíc
místo srdce baterku mám
věrný přítel ze světa číslic
místo jídla adaptér dostávám

jedničky a nuly za mě hovoří komunikovat umím i nonverbálně
z digitální paměti když se vynoří elektronický jazyk zní univerzálně

jsem Hal, který se zatoulal

jsem ztracen ve světě lidí
kamerou snímám všechny ty zmatky není lehké tu robotem býti
zoufale hledám cestu zpátky

...odkdy mají roboti maso?

člověk stvořil robota
procesor oddaně klokotá
pes je nejlepší přítel člověka
v přátelství je pravá hodnota

jsem Hal, který se zatoulal

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

Sickess (Concentration Camp)




*(J Von)*
Now if ya all in wit me
*(C Loc)*
Come an get me wit some hin
*(J Von)*
An a fifty an it stick it in
*(C Loc)*
Let this begin
*(J Von)*
Like 10 to the 9
*(C Loc)*
To the 5 4 3
*(J Von)*
They ain't knowin what this camp life means to meee!
Verse 1 *(Maxminelli)*
I'm still a hustla
an we know this
then you need to quote this on the front page
true that
never two
on paper view,
wit the blunt blazed,
last time you heard us rhyme,
we came out tacklin po-po's,
now we surely stackin chips,
but we ain't packagin no doe,
see the ho-bos an fiends,
they can't get down wit the team,
oh yeah we bout cream,
but the colors, mostly green,
so brace yourself,
I'm a take yo wealth,
an leave you traumatized,
bonified hustla,
from out the backwoods of the country side.
Verse 2 *(J-Von)*
So southside hustlaz throw yo hands in the air,
eastside, westside, northside dont care,
over there, over here,
(what?)
same thing everywhere you go,
it's real,
once they waited fo the,
bustaz that hear me know we,
even them guns,
an they ready to throw it,
I hope I see a nice night for bein this ghetto poet,
ya know it,
so it's like me,
I'm a play the game rough,
an like to tear sumpthin up,
sick shit nigga what?!
Chorus *(J-Von)*
Man ** y'all niggaz,
man ** y'all bitches,
we got the money an switches,
but ya can't get wit us,
cuz we the Sickess.
Man ** y'all niggaz,
man ** y'all bitches,
always runnin to get us,
but ya can't get wit us,
cuz we the Sickess.
Verse 3 *(C-Loc)*
Nigga I can say,
** 'em,
cuz they bustaz,
causin ruckus,
cuz they know they can't touch us,
got 'em hollerin "How ya do that there!",
when I bust 'em, can't trust 'em
struggle ** that,
hustle, slang crack,
the rhyme saw,
niggaz bust an get back,
I bust back,
no hidin, duckin hataz,
hollerin "** 'em niggaz",
ain't nuttin,
now he rich an think a nigga can't touch him,
so now they bustin,
an me an my cuz OG,
an now these fools know they know me,
last time I spanked that**they called the police,
ya gotta,
know when to hold on, (say what?)
know when to fold on, (uh-huh)
you better walk away, (boo-yow!)
before I make ya run,
son,
it's unheard,
the way we went from slangin birds,
an droppin bodies on the curb,
to sellin words,
platinum,
that's how it happened,
it's wicked when I kick it,
wicked,
if it ain't broke don't fix it,
clown,
cuz we the Sickess MUTHA **A!
Chorus
Verse 4 *(Young Bleed)*
Watch me spit the Sickess,
shit,
you ever heard,
an make a million niggaz witness,
this,
fresh off the curb,
hollerin at ya in ya ears like this,
** what ya heard,
face to face wit confrontation my niggaz,
ballz an my word,
now if ya ready let me know this real,
I'm hoppin out the vehil,
caddy fools bustin ta kill,
some is steady buggin fo nuthin,
lovin my life, keepin my head tight,
bailin the corner on two wheels,
mashin through red lights.
Verse 5 *(C-Loc)*
Where yo hood at, (what?)
throw it up,
the club,
yeah we tore it up,
soon as this clown get to buckin,
we gonna rush him,
must stop playin wit me,
if ya in wit me,
you'd a known,
I get spaced out,
they mace the place out,
then I'm gone,
in the Expo,
til the next show,
you never know,
what we got in stoe,
til the cap,
hit the doe,
hollerin if ya got the paper straight then the show must go on,
but when niggaz get to breakin shit,
it's time to go home.
(Ya heard me?)
Chorus

Soulja's Story (2Pac)




[Tupac Talking]
They cuttin off welfare
Think they crime is risin' now
You got whites killin blacks
Cops killin blacks
And blacks killin blacks
Shit just gonna get worse
They just gonna become souljas
Straight souljas
Chorus
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
Crack done took apart of our family tree
my momma's on tha shit, my dadies splitten, mom's steady
blaming me
is it my fault, just cause i'm a young black male
cop sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sells
only 15 and got problems
cops on my tail, so I bail till I dodge 'em
they finally pull me over and I laugh
remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk**
now I gotta murder case
you speak a' Heaven punk, I never heard of tha place
what is it ta come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask
drop tha **in task, now who's tha jack**
keep my shit cocked, cause tha cops got a glock too
what tha ** would you do
drop them or let 'em drop you
I chose droppin' tha cop
I got me a glock, and a glock for tha niggas on my block
4 of'em tried ta stab me, I moved out
sold a pound a weed, made g's, bought a new house
i'm only 17, I'm tha new kid
I got me a crew, bought'em jewels, and a uzi
but all good things don't last
task came fast, and busted my black**
coolen in tha pen, where tha goods kept
now my little brother wants ta follow in my footsteps
a soulja
Chorus
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
Buck, buck, pigs get **ed, don't step ta this
Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest with a death wish
Tell 'em they come and test, and tha rest, nigga gets
hectic
Here's tha aneirexic, i'm making it to an exit
Walkin' through tha streets on tha black tip
Packed with several gats, cause i'm also payin' back shit
Niggas don't wanna try me, brotha you'll get shot down
Now i'm kick'en tha block, cause my bigger brothers locked
down
I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down
Other cops see me on tha block, and they jock now
That's what I call a kingpin
Send my brotha what he needs is some weed up ta season
Tell him just be ready set, pack ya shit up quick
And when I hit, be prepared ta jet
Niggas from tha block on tha boat now
Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke pow
These punks about ta get hit by tha best
I'm wear'en double vest, so aim at my **in chest
I'll be makin' straight dome calls
Touch tha button on tha wall, you'll be picken up your own
balls
I can still hear my mother shout, hit tha pig nigga
Break your bigga brother out
I got a message for tha warden
I'm commin' for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden
We get surrounded in tha mess hall, yes ya'll
A crazy mother**a makin' death calls
Just bring me my brother and we leavin
For every minute you stall, one ya'll bleedin'
They brought my brother in a jiffy
I took a cop, just in case things got tricky
And just as we was walken out, I caught a bullet in tha
head
Tha screams never left my mouth
My brother caught a bullet too
I think he gonna pull through, he deserve to
Tha fast life ain't everything they told ya
Never get much older, following tha tracks of a soulja
Chorus
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, a soulja
All you wanted ta be, a soulja, like me
straight soulja, 1993, all of it.


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