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The Floor (Johnny Gill)

The Floor
Johnny Gill

(Gonna hit it) Ski-doody-doom-da-nah (oh yeah) ski-doody-doom-da-nah Ski-doody-doom-da-nah (oh yeah) ski-doom-dah

Bottoms up, it's too hot in here
Where's the fire truck when you need o-one
I want a firm foundation, a knockout derriere
I can't believe that my eyes are gaspin' for air

Unlike before, so much to explore
All I need and more, I'm gonna hit the floor
No kids in the candy store, get a lollipop at the door
I won't be no more, I'm gonna hit the floor

A bedrocker (a bedrocker) anytime, gotta keep, gotta keep it on the level
Lay it low (lay it low), with feet sky high (feet sky high)
When you drive a wide load, you better go for what you know

Unlike before, so much to explore
All I need and more, I'm gonna hit the floor-oor-oor-oor
So much to explore, I'm gonna hit the floor
I'm gonna hit the floor-oor-oor-oor, I'm gonna hit the floor

Earthquake shakes whenever you move
The word heartbreaker describes you
Nice full back, there just waitin' to score
A stallion to break, so whatever it takes
Got my boots, got my hat, got my ridin' pants
To enhance the romantic circumstance
With you-ou-ou-ou, you-ou, ahh, it's all I want

Here we go, I'm gonna hit the floor, so much to-oo-oo-oo-oo explore
Here I go, I'm gonna hit the floor
Soon as I hit the door, I won't be no more
I won't get, you're **y undies under the door

Whatever you want (yeah), whatever you need (yeah)
I'm gonna give it (yeah), just let me rule it

Gonna hit the, gonna hit the floor
Earthquake shakes whenever you move
The word heartbreaker describes you-ou-ou-ou
Nice full back just waiting to score-ore-ore
I tell you what I'm gonna do, Ic1

Tru 2 Da Game (TRU)




Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
this is for all the G's ou there
we bout it bout it
and g ettes i ain't forget about y'all uuuugggghhhh
gold look like this here

today I have a half an ounce
tomorrow I'll have a key
and if you tryin' to get some ice cream
won't you call me or won't you beep me

Looked out the window
it must be the giggidy first of the month
cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin' and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout its all good
See I'm a G, ????? I got that 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, that I-C-E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
some hang, hang, and some slangin'
Others gang bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay TRU to the game, and put the town on the map
But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
And servin' fiends, A-1 yola
And still tryin' stay true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And stayin' TRU to the game, is a part of life
And if you don't player, you might lose your life

-chorus-
Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm still the same

[Silkk the Shocker]
Tryin' to have things major, they can't fade me
cash the chips like casino
Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like Marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', constantly buggin'
Askin' me why I be hustlin'
I got money to make, so mother** it
I'm a keep it real, if it kills me
Y'all gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball till I have it all, I want the whole while
if not, I don't want none
Why I hang with the same ol' niggas
That's what they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks free
I gots to stay TRU fool, about my mother**in' mail
I'll be a rich**nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things major
If you don't believe me, next year round this time
its Silkk up on his pager (then ask me)

-chorus-

[Big Ed]
Bustas can't see me, they blind
I claim TRU, I thought you knew
My foes catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a danked out china man
Stayin' gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to make a million
But politicians run for office
They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop
this
Gangsta rap is what they call it
But I gots to come with the realness
So all my folks can feel this

-chorus-

[Mr. Serv-On]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that my momma will never weep
and let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred G's up in her sleep
When will it stop
I guess when they leave me lyin' on the block
With tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops
I guess I'm doin' what I gotta do
As long as I stay TRU, until they put me through
I know its a shame, things'll never change
I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
I'm TRU 2 Da Game

-chorus-

[Master P]
still the same
Master P, the whole TRU click (y'all gonna feel this)
TRU to the gizame (tru to da hood)
money can't change you, it just can make you
(never forget where i came from)
No Limit Records, Down South Hustlers (independent black owned)
and the West Coast Bad Boyz
and I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to
Y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
Cause they ain't TRU 2 da game
I could never forget where I came from
I'm from the ghetto
But I won't ever change
Cause I'm TRU 2 da game, believe that
Keepin' it real, keepin' it real
Never sell out, can never sell out
TRU 2 Da Gizame

Burrera (Candy 66)

Un mar de odio te puedes encontrar
al ver que soy yo lo que puedes
tener, robar, pedir con lo que venga,
pensándolo bien no hay fiesta que por mal no venga

What a fake what to what a fake ahhh

En una sala llena de frialdad, l
o que ves no lo es y nunca será
Ves, como lo ves como lo son,
como lo que es, no es lo que tu crees...

No es lo que ves lo que crees

Tu ru pa pa pa pa pa pa
No es lo que ves lo que es...

Lui Ou Toi (Alizee)

Où est "IL"
Quand il m'abandonne
Toute la vie
Est loin

Où est "LUI"
J'aime sa voix d'homme
Sans lui "IL" n'est rien

"Lui" est plus vieux
Je porte son pull marine
L'eau de ses yeux
Est bleue, d'un bleue des mers de chine

"IL" est mystérieux
Dans sa stratosphère
Entre les deux, je voulais
Les deux

J'ai dans le cœur comme un poids
Dans la gorge comme une épine
De n'avoir fait le choix
"LUI" ou "TOI"
Les fenêtres sont en bois
Et ce plus assassines
Qui coulent au fond de moi
"LUI" ou "TOI"...

Où est "IL" ?
Quand il n'y a personne
Toute la ville s'éteint

"TOI" et "LUI"
Mes deux moitiés d'homme
Sans eux je n'
Suis rien

"LUI" est si fort
Je ris quand il s'ennuie
Quand il a tort
Là, je l'aime encore, il dit :

Qu' "IL", est amoureux
Comme l'eau aime la vague
Moi, sans les deux, j'ai du vague
A l'âme

J'ai dans le cœur comme un poids
Des larmes d'encre de chine
Qui me montrent du doigt
"LUI" ou "TOI"
Retrouver au fond de moi
Des rondes enfantines
Mais les chevaux de bois
Sont froids

Seelenschmerz (BlutEngel)

Kannst du für mich ein Engel sein
Kannst du für mich schuldig sein
Stellst du dich ins weiße Licht
Meine Augen siehst du nicht
Glaubst du noch an meine Lügen
Willst du dich nur selbst betrügen
Krallst dich viel zu fest an mich
Bitte, bitte glaub mir nicht

Kannst du für mich ein Engel sein
Kannst du für mich schuldig sein
Stellst du dich ins weiße Licht
Meine Augen siehst du nicht
Glaubst du noch an meine Lügen
Willst du dich nur selbst betrügen
Krallst dich viel zu fest an mich
Bitte, bitte glaub mir nicht

Kannst du in meiner Seele lesen
In meinen Träumen bin ich jede Nacht allein

Kannst du in meiner Seele lesen......

Gasolina (Daddy Yankee)

(Jo! Jo! Jo! Jo!)
(Jo! Jo! Jo! Jo!)
(Who's this?)
(Da-Ddy!)
(Yan-Kee!)

Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores...
Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores...
Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores...
Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa' que le den...
(Duro!) Mami, ya yo se que tu no te me vas a quitar...
(Duro!) Lo que me gusta es que tu te dejas llevar...
(Duro!) Todos los weekend'es ella sale a vacilar..
(Duro!) Mi gata no para de janguear, porque...

A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)

Ella prende las turbinas
No discrimina
No se pierde ni un party de marquesina
Se asicala hasta pa' la esquina
Luce tan bien que hasta la sombra le combina
Asesina, me domina
Janguea en carros, motoras y limosinas
Llena su tanque de adrenalina
Cuando escucha reggaeton en las bocinas

A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)

Aqui nosotros somos los mejores, no te me ajores
En la pista nos llaman "Los Matadores"
Tu haces que cualquiera se enamore
Cuando bailas al ritmo de los tambores
Esto va pa' las gatas de to's colores
Pa' las mayores, pa' las menores
Pa' las que son mas zorras que los cazadores
Pa' las mujeres que no apagan sus motores
Tenemos tu y yo algo pendiente
Tu me debes algo y lo sabes
Conmigo ella se pierde
No le rinde cuentas a nadie
Tenemos tu y yo algo pendiente
Tu me debes algo y lo sabes
Conmigo ella se pierde
No le rinde cuentas a nadie

Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores...
Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores...
Zumbale mambo pa' que mis gatas prendan los motores...
Que se preparen que lo que viene es pa' que le den...
(Duro!) Mami, ya yo se que tu no te me vas a quitar...
(Duro!) Lo que me gusta es que tu te dejas llevar...
(Duro!) Todos los weekend'es ella sale a vacilar..
(Duro!) Mi gata no para de janguear, porque...

A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina
(Dame mas gasolina!)

Chinga Tu Madre (Molotov)

Siempre tienes que abrir tanto la boca,
metida en las cosas, donde nada te importa;
mejor no te metas donde nadie te llama
aquí nadie te quiere, aquí nadie te extraña.

Dime quien te cedió la palabra,
te pones a hablar y luego nadie te calla.

Porque no lo piensas y no lo dices
que nunca te cansas de meter las narices.

Porque no te ahorras tus comentarios
porque te tendremos que escuchar a diario.

Se sabe en tu casa y en todo el vecindario
que hay que hacerlo a escondidas

porque ya sabes que caga el palo,
tu abuela, tu jefa y el puto de tu hermano,
se pone borracho, se pone marihuano,
quiere joder y le gusta chupar
porque no chupa faros, me deja de molestar
a mi y a mi gente, a mi brother compadre
que busca cualquier pretexto pa romperte la madre.

Para que nadie se quede sin hablar, pa que todos chinguemos igual

chingo yo chingas tu chinga tu madre.

Sabes que me caga de sobremanera,
lugar donde vaya siempre tiene que ir mi suegra.

Yo lo único que quiero es que se muera,
yo lo único que quiero es que se muera, como sea

Si vamos a salir es con chofer, yo pienso que lo hace por joder.

Si estamos en la sala y nos vamos a la cocina,
seguro nos observa por detrás de la cortina.

Si nos vamos a ir al cine, nos manda con tus primas y cuando me despido nos observan tus vecinas.

Para que nadie se quede sin chingar y
pa que todos chinguemos igual.

chingo yo chingas tu chinga tu madre.
Te vas y ya no quieres verme nunca mas,
me vale que te vayas, te deseo que seas feliz.

El destino ha sido cruel pero así tenia que ser; la verdad nunca te he amado solo te quería coger.

Creías que me tendrías para siempre,
te crees un mujer tan solo por usar brasiere
pero te has equivocado, nunca estuve enamorado
y he fungido mis orgasmos las mil noches que te ame.

Pepepez (Los de Abajo)

Había un pez, en la kermesse
Y su hermana Inés, lloró por el

Se quedó tirado, no pudo salir
Que con tanta agua negra de caño ese pez tuvo que morir

Su hermana Inés lo hizo puré
Lo hizo pastel para bodas del Señor José

No pudo comerlo pues el pobre pez
De tanta agua negra de aquel caño se infectó también

Pepepez, Pepepez, Pepepez, Pepepez

El Señor José la denunció
A la pobre de Inés la clavaron al tambo
Y conoció a Fernando y se clavó con Armando
Y se tronó a Rolando se pasó divulgando
Con la suerte de un mango que portaba la punta
De su cruel bisturí

Y qué pasó con Raquel, Raquel llegó
Era la novia de Inés la acuchilló
La quiso hacer un pastel pa´ Don José
La historia vuelve otra vez

Se prendió la mecha de nuestra incongruencia,
Hoy lo más coherente tan absurdo suena

Christmas A Come (Eek-A-Mouse)

Wah bo den wah bo wo bo de-en, eh, eh, eh
Christmas a co-ome
Woman say no money nah flow, eh, eh
Christmas a co-ome
De woman say no money nah flow, eh

One pant rip and she patch it, eh
What a woman can sew, eh
Me take mi shirt and cover it, eh
No one really know, eh, eh

Ben den sen da-oing
Sen den don den sen don, sen don
Sen den den da-oing
Sen den don den den den, eh, eh

She say so-on
Remember before you go
Eat da chicken but and the ri-ice, eh
Waiting pon da table also, eh
Full yo' belly fooly bo-oy
No better drop on da ground, eh, eh

Be dedda ga-oing
Ben den geng don, eh eh
Bong gong geng ga-oing
Beng geng geng gon gen geng don, eh eh
Beng geng geng ga-oing
Beng geng geng gon gen gen gon, gen gen

Christmas a co-ome
Woman say no money nah flow, eh
She say it gw-an an ta-ake
You wan money she a want it so, eh, eh

Beh daba boy.....
Weh daba boy.....

One pant rip and she patch it, eh
What a woman can sew, eh
Full yo' belly fooly bo-oy, eh
Before you go, eh, eh
Beng den den son den
Sen den den don den den sen, eh, eh

Remember...
She say so-on remember
Remember, remember, remember, remember, remember
Remember, remember, remember, remember, eh, eh

Christmas a co-ome
Woman say no money nah flow, eh eh
Christmas a co-ome
Woman say no money nah flow, eh
One pant rip and she patch it, eh

Still I Rise (2Pac Featuring Outlaw Immortals)

Dear Lord
As we down here, struggle for as long as we know
In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J)
Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
The only place for us
I know, try to make the best of bad situations
Seems to be my life's story
Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain
And can't nobody live this life for me
It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride

[2Pac]
Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to f**k her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated pa*sion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of a*s
Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
will a ni**a live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man Ishmael Reed
Keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pa*s the weed ni**a
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed ni**a
Everywhere I go ni**az holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

[Ta'He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

[Hussein Fatal]
I stay sharp as always
Runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin crews like two's, ni**a all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro
Diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans

[Outlawz]
Now I plan to keep my glock cocked
If trouble was searchin for me then why not?
Show em what I'm made of plus raised on, on my block
Chancellor Ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags
We out for power, makin cash it wasn't fast it'll make me mad
I'm just like, pimpin
My homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
Youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads
the life he don't need, don't we all know
He tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise

[Outlawz]
Dreams of lost hope
I hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
and still I rise now I float cowards ghost
Whenever we come around, I'm runnin down
clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound
I used to hustle with my moms til the sun came
My homey Harm doin time from this drug game
Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw
Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
Crackheads only ten learn to duck cops

[Khadafi]
In ninety-six my glock's my plastic, pa*sion for blastin bastards
No faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
Ya cowards ain't prepared for pistol practice
I send my missiles through your mattress
Leavin holes in your body like a cactus
While me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
and loot to keep the seams in my motherf**kin jeans poppin
Leavin ya spleen to pick up
Half of you ni**az is softer than a Snicker
Let's go to war and see who draw quicker
and still I rise, and still I rise...

[Ta'He]
Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

Still I (still I) I rise (I rise)
Please give me to the sky (the sky)
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry

[some little kid]
Y'all ni**az fake
All day everyday
So now I got roller blades, bi**h
Thought you knew
Your mouth is rich
C'mon pops, let's go..


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