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Dr. Dre - Still d.r.e.Maanantai 27.04.2009 19:55

Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, right?

Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day, A.K.
Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

If you ain't up on pace

Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

kertosäe:
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (2x)

Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematic
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E

kertosäe

It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back

So if you ain't up on thangs

Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless

kertosäe

Like that, right back up in ya
'95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R.

papapaaTorstai 23.04.2009 19:02

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Xzibit - BK to LAMaanantai 09.03.2009 23:13


Yeah! Aoww, Aowww!
C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga?
Fiyahhh!!!

I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y'all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject
(Mash out niggaz!) Straight from the gutter you love it
Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously
Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry
All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
with baseball bats ('til fame hit you with the mini-mac!)
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill

Still! (still) world! (world) famous!
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're
heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers
that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to flame 'em

kertosäe:
[X] Huh, you want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin them thangs
[X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
[X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
[F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
(2x)

You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (it's)
M.O.P., and X to the Z
is a friend of our family (yeah mu nigga)
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and rebel man
Grip quick, cock squeeze and level man to settle it
(From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.)
Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c'mon)
When he comin with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my nigga

Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
(you see it!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what's happenin?

kertosäe

Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated
(2x)

Aowww!
You got problems with us? Start poppin
I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it
Let's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em
Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on 'em
Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
I send you to God with no shoes
Clueless! Real G's run this, we rule this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this
(Yes sir!) No question, no half-steppin
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
say "No smokin" but our guns got cancer!

Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was
Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin buzz
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
the grip that I keep on shit, get off mu dick!

kertosäe

JEE EKeskiviikko 18.02.2009 20:38

(Syntärit) -> 20.2!!!!! Mun kakku!!:D

Bow Wow - Big dreamsKeskiviikko 28.01.2009 18:54

I had a homie named Tony 16, 6'2
Headed to the NBA straight from High School
My nigga has his ball game on lock
But at the same time he was in love with the block
All the stuff that came wit it the drugs and the guns, the gangs the slang and all the funds
He just got a letter of detent from the Cavaliers saying how they love him and they wish he was there
He had it made like special-ed about to get the bread
But chose to do something dumb instead
Go to war with the crew on the other side of town
And was more ready and Tony got laided down
He ain't even have a chance
Died before the ambulance even got to him
So many went through him
I hate to tell the story but that's how it is
Growing up in the hood as a kid

kertosäe:
When you got big dreams
Don't listen to what nobody say and don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams
Keep your eyes on the prize don't fall to the way side
When you got big dreams
Don't listen to what nobody say and don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams
Keep your eyes on the prize don't fall to the way side reach for the sky

I knew a girl named Gina that was a hell of a singer
And everybody fell in love with her when they seen her
Babygirl was on the verge of signing a big deal
18 and life looked so so real
She was stuck with a dude that was all bad news
And all he ever did was give baby the blues
And she was true to a nigga, do for a nigga, pop you and your whole crew for a nigga
One night he came and picked her up, told her let's ride
That's the same night that he watched her die
They was tryna hit a lick but the lick hit back
Put a end to the deal and all of that
She ain't even have to be there and he knew it wasn't right
Now he gotta deal wit it for the rest of his life
And the part I don't like he ain't even get grazed
But the home girl Gina is laying in the grave

kertosäe

I got a few relatives giving the family drama
Always got they hands out when they see me and my mama
One could have been a doctor, the other a chef
But when he got his own kitchen he was cooking something else
Now his life in the drain, a trifling shame
He all washed up, wife took everything
No car no more, no house
And everywhere he go he stole so they throwed him out
I was growing up looking up to be like them
Now I'm throwing up cash rolling up in the Benz
I was stuck with a dream I had since a shorty and I'll be damned if I let another man support me
Now Uncle June Buck sick, skinny as hell
He got AIDS in his body from the needles he shared
Everytime he get his welfare checks he don't care
If you wanna see him go to he crackhouse he there

kertosäe

When you got big dreams (3x)

When you got big dreams Keep your eyes on the prize don't fall to the way side reach for the sky

Tylsää!:/Lauantai 10.01.2009 01:46

Viihdykettä??

:DMaanantai 08.12.2008 22:21

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