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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Welcome To Poppy`s (2008)
You took my hand and you were my friend,
and you made it beautiful. You stayed with me and you made me see, that I could make it beautiful too. I can't remember that late September, but I remember beautiful, I do recall we were standin' tall, 'cause I remember beautiful. And all the chat I hear from that, you got to lay it out to dry. Because, when what you feel is real, you got to lay it on the line. You took my hand and you were my friend, and you made it beautiful. You stayed with me and you made me see, that I could make it beautiful too. You and I just can't see eye to eye, but we make it beautiful, you always choke when you're smokin' dope, but we make it beautiful. And all the chat I hear from that, you got to lay it out to dry. Because, when what you feel is real, you got to lay it on the line. You took my hand and you were my friend, and you made it beautiful. You stayed with me and you made me see, that I could make it beautiful too. Time has traced its lines on your face, but I think you're beautiful, and I want no other to be my baby's mother, 'cause all I see is beautiful. I remember beautiful... You're beautiful. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Welcome To Poppy`s (2008)
The night is calling me and I just can't wait
My girl is all dressed up, gonna stay out late Got my whip on blocks so I can be care free I may love them cops but they don't love me I rock the conga line with my bad left leg You know I'm bona fide so y'all can all get bent F**k the war on drugs, f**k that Bin Laden Y'all can't mess with us 'cos where you never been I'm in, yeah Chorus: In the city it's Friday night Is you're with me? it's Friday night We're gettin' busy it's Friday night In the city it's Friday night Rpt. We don't wait on the line, we don't pay for the drinks You know the owner is my man, we got it locked like Brinks That's Mateo on the decks, play my favourite song In the DJ booth my man is hitting on a bong I tip the waitress big, I tip the bus-boy too I used to work that job but now I work for yous Yeah, We live til we die, I ain't g'in while we try I got my loved ones by my side, I keep my eyes on the prize Chorus Love me, don't you ever change Love me, don't you ever change Love me, don't you ever change Love me, don't you ever change Rpt chorus x4 Skyline... Skyline... |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Welcome To Poppy`s (2008)
It seems like every single day
I hear all of my friends say You're just too damn crazy And it seems like every dawn that breaks I reflect on what it takes Sometimes I just can't see past this We got our love But I don't know what to do with it We got our love But I don't know what to do with it Seems like every single time When I hear that Patsy Cline I think of when we were younger Now I see people and their lies Through frosted glass and swollen eyes Can't you just get over yourself and call? We got our love But I don't know what to do with it Oh yeah, we got our love But I don't know what to do with it Because we got our love But I don't know what to do with it We got our love But I don't know what to do with it I never wanna be like that I never wanna be like that No, I never wanna be like that See, I never wanna be like that Yeah, I never wanna be like that See, I never wanna be like that See, I never wanna be like that Yeah, I never wanna be like that Yeah, I never wanna be like that Yeah, I never wanna be like that Yeah, I never wanna be like that Yeah, I never wanna be like that I never wanna be like that See, I never wanna be like that Yeah, I never wanna be like that Yeah, I never wanna be like that I never wanna be like that I never wanna be like that I never wanna be like that ... |
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The summer is hot, but the nights are cool.
The bipolar slugger is comin' out in you. You're belly is tight, from not enough love. And you're having serious doubts about the man above. Well I'm not beggin', sure not pretendin', I'm makin' moves that you don't even know about. Be condescendin', no happy endin', its mind bendin' that you don't even know about... Livin' on the streets, sayin' I'll live large tomorrow. Its just a life you can't believe, its just a life you cannot borrow. Four and a half years an a gallon of scum, how many times you dream that you were the one now you're sittin' on the curb, starin' dead in the lights, it's hard to struggle when there's nothin' to fight Well, I'm not beggin', sure not pretendin', I'm makin' moves, money, you don't even know about. Be condescendin', no happy endin', its mind bendin' that you don't even know about. Livin' on the streets, sayin' I'll live large tomorrow. Its just a life you can't believe, its just a life you cannot borrow. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Welcome To Poppy`s (2008)
Well, my heart breaks every time I see her
And my heart breaks every time I turn around (Woo hoo hoo) And my heart breaks every time I hear her name And my heart breaks down again, it's a crying shame And it feels like I lost it all, yeah it feels like I lost it all And it feels like I lost it all, yeah it feels like I lost it all Well my heart takes more or less the same as you But you got your high class friends to get you through (Woo hoo hoo) Now pitter patter pitter patter, what's the matter? You got the baby too Well, you're all caught up in the lies that got thrown at you And it feels like I lost it all, yeah it feels like I lost it all And it feels like I lost it all, yeah it feels like I lost it all My earth moves every time I feel it My earth moves with every song I'm singing (Woo hoo hoo) And the ground shakes 'cause I'll never be the same And my heart breaks down again 'cause I'm to blame And it feels like I lost it all, yeah it feels like I lost it all And it feels like I lost it all, yeah it feels like I lost it all |
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For forty days and for forty nights
I been walkin' down these streets Tryin' to get it right But down there lies darkness Down there lies the past Down there my conscience Kinda kicked my ass You got me runnin' for cover Runnin' from bein' me You got me runnin' for cover For cryin' out loud I hear them moanin' from distant lands Have some hookers shut 'em up with some swollen glands Now beggin's changed, I guess you'll do Just a hood rat all jacked off and tangled up in blue There's blood at home, there's blood on my street How am I to smile in complete defeat? Well, I'm jumpin' into limbo, tryin' to feel alive I'm jumpin' into limbo and I like it You got me runnin' for cover Runnin' from bein' me You got me runnin' for cover For cryin' out loud Into the quiet dusk I see curvy clouds chokin' up on irony I give it a pause and I break to the left But I'm wasted and I can't seem to catch my breath Here I go, just one more time Findin' out what's goin' on with the party line Well, I'm jumpin' into limbo tryin' to feel alive I'm jumpin' into limbo and I like it You got me runnin' for cover Runnin' from bein' me You got me runnin' for cover For cryin' out loud |
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Keep on warin' 'cause that's what got us here
Keep on talkin' till there's no one else to fear See, me and my brother might not be around next year 'Cause one or another, cap slipped out of gear In this sick world I see the babies dyin' From car bombs and blind eyes and prophet's lyin' In this sick world I'm feelin' all alone To reap the seeds of which we've sown In this sick world I keep my mind just tight In this sick world I never punk the fight In this sick world I never saw no light So this sick world is blowin' up tonight Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Keep on searchin' on this starless night Keep on preachin', every thing's gonna be all right Now load the weapon, these kids are just the age Have them kill the Texan and the man who takes his place In this sick world I see the babies dyin' From car bombs and blind eyes and prophet's lyin' In this sick world I'm feelin' all alone To reap the seeds of which we've sown In this sick world I keep my mind just tight In this sick world I never punk the fight In this sick world I never saw no light So this sick world is blowin' up tonight Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Freaks come out at night Keep on warin', keep on talkin' Keep on searchin', keep on preachin' Keep on warin', yeah, keep on talkin' Keep on searchin', keep on preachin' Keep on warin' |
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Come over here girl, whip it out and show the world
It ain't the time for lyin' with your mocha swirl Everybody gangsta, everybody blood and cripin' I'ma tell the truth, if you take the time to listen But then again let's make it hot Let's make it nice and leave scar I said merrily, merrily, merrily not one But rarely, rarely, rarely get two When the lights go out, when they cut your phone When you laid off, when you home alone, when you with your girl Everyone around the world on a Sunday afternoon When you're with your crew, shit happens We kinda hot together like Sonny and Cher Too hot to trot and we just don't care Close your eyes and go to sleep That guy don't dance, tramps can't complete You a New York dime in a city of cents Regrets I had a few but not the night we met See you been getting love from postal workers All in search of vicious looks When the lights go out when they cut your phone When you laid off, when you home alone, when you with your girl Everyone around the world on a Sunday afternoon When you're with your crew, shit happens |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Welcome To Poppy`s (2008)
What had been had happened? Say what
Dyin' to be tryin' but comfy in the cut See I be gettin' four from the score, plus three more And I'll be damned if you treat me like some whore I be fun lovin', money makin', record breakin' Milk shakin', drug takin', never fakin', end of statement Crime don't pay but it's off the books All the taxes I pay goes straight to crooks Back to what had happened I was chillin' round the way with a woman In her thirties and a nice Montrochet I be like they be when they be out in West berry Unnecessary with the wisecrack commentary They don't understand, if they keep buildin' cars I'll keep burning them and leavin' them scars But thats what happens when you lost your mind Talkin' out of school puts you back behind it What had happened? Livin' it up, baby, layin' it down Constables chasin' me from town to town Like Nino Brown takin' over the Carter Cash money boy and I ain't your father Fun Lovin' is my name Lovin' is my game, never laid no blame Never walked in shame Never known to play People askin' why? Why he dress so fly? Why he with the dime? Why he havin' fun all of the time? It's because I rock when I rock and I rock when I'm not So I'm hot when I'm not, that's why Chillin', chillin' Jacob Dylan, tastes great But I'm not less fillin' They broke up the party when they let one fly Promoter's in the corner with some guy, askin' why? Live and direct from the passenger side Open up baby, just one more time What had happened? |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Welcome To Poppy`s (2008)
3, 2, 1, I'm that son of a gun, but one who has
the fun by the kilo and the ton. Like Marv Albert but worse, I got the curse, got perverse with the nurse in the maternity ward. That's right, I'm nuts, ask Fisty Cuts. I got outpatient status at the Brooklyn Zoo. Doobie doobie doo, we like the crew that runs up in the club wearin' alligator shoes. When I get the blues I get it really bad, ask Kronos for promos, Feliz Navidad. Johnny Black got my back, baby, happy or sad. If I fall out of your favor, don' get mad. If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty dollar bill. My head feels like old vinyl, and like Lionel, I'm idle. Secretly stalking the title, stealin' scenes by ways and means. And thats why marines got M-16's I think I love her, but she's affected, bullshit detected. Wonder why she got neglected, I legged it, turned up here, I'll have a beer and a joke about that Guenevere. Lord I been knowin' there'd be days like these, but please don't hit me with the quick release, and don't rat me out to Edwin Meese, 'cause I been around the world and the seven seas. If the heat don't get me then the drugs sure will, stirrin' scotch and soda's with a twenty dollar bill. My mamma always told me never drink on pills, roll down the window 'cause I'm feelin' kinda ill. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Welcome To Poppy`s (2008)
Like a junkyard dog I bark at breezes and
though my heart can't see the trees and you let me in your bed when it was solace I needed now I'm running down these alleys with wounds that ain't quite healing Sometimes you just can't have it all Sometime you just can't have it all Now the things I know I am are the things I know you're seeing But living in the past means one tends to repeat it I know you're not in love with me though you're trying hard to be in Sometimes you just can't have it all Sometime you just can't have it all Sometime you just can't have it all Sometime you just can't have it all And we made it seem so damned easy Until the words got in the way You make me high when you are with me And I don't want that to go away Ya sing your song for me and left me in that moment The words that traced your breath left me more alone in it You're everything I want but you don't want my shoulder Sometimes you just can't have it all Sometime you just can't have it all Sometime you just can't have it all Sometime you just can't have it all |
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Like Magellan we was over by my man catchin' paper.
Frankie on the cubes. And fisty on the sabre i was on the mix mad drinkin that is when i found all these locals all up in my biz. See i had to do some splainin cause the language they was playin wasn't NewYorkese. Or for that spanglish even. I walked up to the man with the largest of hands, cold briefed him on the plan, turned around and sang... I'm a city boy. Baby Don't you ever try to play me Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby You know they always like a story down on flatbush ave i remembered when i listened and we stole what we had. If America's a tit then New York is the nipple. So suck on this and you may learn a little... The golden rule's for fools or for men who are righteous so piay the cards you're dealt. And maybe you might just slide on by with no damage to your pride. Go let ignorance be your guide. I'm a city boy. Baby. Don't you ever try to play me. Sometimes i act real crazy. But i'm a city boy. Baby |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
All these people makin' choices with no
cause and effect check sayin' their man is the best. But yet they don't respect they lie to elect. Then resent the rest. Making god's whole world a mess I say it again. I make a wager that the saviour hasn't been back yet we got many looking skyward like the man got a jet you see it in the children's eyes. Within them they reflect the love that we forget bring me your poor. Persecuted huddled masses. Put them through the system. And kick their asses. Try to figure out why the double edge slashes. While the white rich men get passes. We got a thousand year beef that's still a problem. Since 1945 we just threaten to bomb 'em. But now they're bombin' back. And still we aint got 'em you said. Never forget. But we've forgotten. Did you ever think the world would get so hard children killing children in our own back yard did you ever think you'd say that you gave up on god Now try and pitcure this. Through all of the mist we're taking out hits. Scratchin' dicks off the list we're itchin' to piss off. Those kicks we just lift off. The kids that just let off. The guns that we gift. The times that push cadence. Reflect all the ancients we try to have patience. Through all of the hatred with all of this growin'. It's out of control. I'm sitting on my sofa sedated. We got a lot in the way of. Acheiving a state. That don't try to relate the temptations of fate. And what's made us great? All of this blood? Is this how we court the houses of Saud? well we're sleeping with dogs. But detaining the pack. They're stealing my rights with the patriot act. With Washington runnin' the drugs. And the guns in. Sometimes I thank god we got crack Did you ever think the world would get so hard children killing children in our own back yard did you ever think you'd say that you gave up on god |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
We all walk down the street, my love
We carry pain and we carry scars We carry everything we've loved We carry the girls we met in the bars We carry guilt and some remorse For all them fucked up things we've done And we carry on and carry on Until our caring days had gone When we blaze out past the boroughs To a place where time forgot I see the leaves are even changing And my stomach starts to drop Your face is in the moon But still I try to find my rock But now you live down by the river And my key don't fit your lock I can make it better, I know I can I can make it better, I'd give everything I have I can make it better, try to forget the pain I can make it better Has it really been that long Since you've told me about the war Yeah, a thousand nights of blisters And probably a thousand more Godspeed you from the city In a stolen takxi cab I'd be reckless on the L.I.E. Until it starts to scab Well I'd tell you all about Those good things in your life And when I'd fail I'd say I love you And ask you to be my wife We could live out by the water Where it's always summertime I'd love you even after All your scars were mine When we blaze out past the boroughs To a place where time forgot I see the leaves are even changing And my stomach starts to drop Your face is in the moon again But still I try to find my rock now you live down by the river And my key don't fit your lock I can make it better, I know I can I can make it better, I'd give everything I have I can make it better, try to forget the pain I can make it better, we'd be together again |
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Ay-yo i change up but what i can't remember but when i buckle down I knuckle up all the contenders pretenders get passed. The girls get gassed they playin' pass the ass bumpin' Teddy Pendergrass all night long with your bullshit talkin' litical. Litical. But your crew is all soft i
Knock your best shot off the right field fence served ain't the word. You got sent You don't know how it be you don't know what i feel and you don't know what i see When i walk my dog at four in the morning You want to know how it really be. What you live and see what you gotta weed. The criminality who's livin it up. Who still gut the guts who's payin to fuck who got in his truck i'm pushin' my luck down the ave with my crew. Lustin for loot. Dustin for fools blind to the bulls. Twenties gleamin like jewels straight not givin'a fuck... You don t know how it be You don't know what i feel And you don't know what i see When i walk my dog at four in the morning |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
You see the lights from space. Like a beacon to the planets as it happens. What had happened it the charts in south Manhattan the batteries up like all my homeboys seen 'we all ride in a yellow submarine all the greats got stake in the city by the superpower the streets got meat never mind the early hour suv's swarm like beetles in trees. No matter what your needs if you got the d's from treaties to crunk. To bodies in the trunk its never a dull moment. Unless you're gettin drunk but it might be you out on the business end so pack a jack and watch your back. Ain't nobody yoob friend back in the jungle its survival of the fittest. So witness the pittness as i stomp all op in this you know where to find me i mat bungalow 8 but bring a strap and half your camp and the key to hell's gate.. I love livin'in the city
I got the pug ugly suit with some goya 0 boya pix. Pix. Pix. Or is that too OG for ya action packed like Gene Hackman under the l. The buildings are so beautiful. But nevermind the smell. Nevermind the ghetto fab. Their ice is from canal. Nevermind the euro-trash their presence is banal. Nevermind the technocrat when all he says is well but always mind the don't walk sign. The traffic here is hell. Although my heart is heavy. Its a bevy of broads its where you should be goin its where their dealin the cards. The Bronx is up and everyone's down. The center of the universe for some time now. And how motherfucker. This is New York city. The rest of you are knuckleheads tryin to look pretty. Vacancies range from your soul on up. So count your chips and do the math. Or get the fuck out. I love livin' in the city |
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Yo kid. I'm from your block yo. I took yodr chain. I took your moms out twice. I put the g in the game its been like Tangiers. I put the grease in the gears left your dad in tears. When i boxed his ears i'm reppin avenue c. Where the wack catch a slap i keep my cretin's crackin and the meatpackers mackin puttin things in relief so baby sit in the seat never touch the levels. Just bump the beat
Feel the fibe. Cop my style on this bitch ask the boys downtown. Yeah they know this kid. From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner. Don't start no shit. Hell rain on you From downtown brooklyn to the L.E.S Let me hear it for the city is ya alright All you bottle blonde she-devils. Out on patrol you'll catch a trick real quick so baby slow your roll and all you mop-top critics can't get me down. I count my money first then i beat your ass down i got the Saville Row suit. So fool. Don't act cute' cause... |
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It was late one night up in Washingtgn heights i was on my own. And that wasn't too bright the stage was set and i came collecting. Pickin up a debt not worth mentioning. I used to love a girl from just this block. We used to rock to salsa and salsa to rock.
You know row shit goes. Time ticks and tocks If you asked me if i love her. I'd have to say lots Backto the story. I was out on the stoop with a man in a headlock. Gettin my loot. I thought i heard my name and i quickly turned around, my heart just froze and i couldn't make a sound in just one moment my whole vibe changed, it was the love of my life and she really looked the same and when i say the same i really mean better, and when i say better, I mean you'd never forget her Mi corazon When our met. I knew how much 'd hurt her i traded money for love and went even further I started drinkin' a lot and abusing myself she loved me but left me couldn't do nothing else. Three years has passed I always think about her. Never loved nobody else. Probably never will. I asked her about her life tried to turn the page. She laughed in my face said act your age. I said this ain't no rap I care about you. She said she liked the lyrics but they wouldn't do She said she loves me but it kills her alright? She found another man gonna become his wife. I said that's crazy you're foolin' yourself. He aint better than you she said turned around and left. Family never founded. She's just walkin' away I'll be here when you need me. My hearts that way... Mi corazon Usted es mi vida. Soy yo mi amor... Mi corazon Mi corazon |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Livin In The City (2005)
Hey friend it won't be too long now
'til the fire comes to town and leads us underground hey girl the city will eat you alive and leave the faintest burn mark on the dirty city sidewalk And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws Hey y'all it's not like nobody warned us we roast upon the fire of aggressive imperial desire hey friend I see you down the road the road that's strewn with ashes and burnt child's eyelashes And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will I be ready when I hunt them down like dogs and will I just listen when they're quoting me their laws And will i be ready when I have to do the deed with a long splendid sword and balanced honesty and will I be ready and will I just listen or will I be ready or will I just listen or will I be ready hell yeah I'll be ready yeah I'll be ready no I will not listen get ready |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Korean Bodega (2003)
He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Korean Bodega (2003)
He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Korean Bodega (2003)
Blues and reds and 9 an' a half grand
I had customs eatin' outta the palm of my hand And when the smoke didn't clear I looked for my bag Lies a little old lady whose trafficking skag For Bedo and Lewis I reflect through the noise Lyin' cheatin' killers but a nice pair of boys I catch my cue o yes love I've had it Sleepycat needs that cab so I grabbed it Yo my man! I headed downtown Chorus: De hado me, un poquito mas, now baby De hado me, my love, un poquito mas Now never say maybe especially to your girl Mine wanted answers so I gave her the world The drugs kept me goin' honey, the money's for bail Marten got the fear cause he's never been to jail I told them it wasn't mine but they knew me and pounced They found it, we haggled, I still got half an ounce Now baby, here I am back like the Jets, Turn down the lights, time to have sex Chorus (x4) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Axamillion morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him They had platform heels, nose job bills And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill Supermodels on my 'D', 1 2 3 He said "2 for you, 2 for me" Face like a saint, suckin' like a sinner Cocaine makes you thinner, cocaine makes you thinner Chorus: I got supermodels on my 'D' (3x) Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singin' the blues Just like gasarama on Avenue B He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls He said "You gotta have the love in this fucked up world" You gotta have the love in this fucked up world You gotta have that sweet, sweet love That keeps you warm at night - ooo bop bop shabba You gotta have that love, for the world the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha Shoo be doo bop bop I got Supermodels on my 'D' (8x) Can't you see, can't you see That I got a supermodel on my 'D' (repeat to end) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Time is driftin', this rock has got to roll,
So I hit the road and made my getaway. Restless feeling, I really gotta hold, I started searching for a better way. [Chorus] And I kept on looking for a sign in the middle of the night, But I couldn't see the light, no I couldn't see the light. I kept on lookin' for a way to take me through the night, But I couldn't get it right, no I couldn't get it right. La fever, made me feel alright, But I must admit it got the best of me. Gettin' down, so deep I nearly drowned, I can't get back to where I used to be. [Chorus] New York city, took me with the tide, I nearly died from hospitality, Left me stranded, and took away my pride, Just another know it all fatality. [Chorus: Repeat to fade] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Franky was a mook from the block we used to live on
The wanna be gangster; The wanna be dapper Don, Don John on the wall, I'm your biggest fan next to my little brother Paul. Losing his grip, like Pesci, he'd flip if you talk to his brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots he bought the suits but the boys didn't like him mto tell you the truth he had "J.G." on his pinky ring and he lied about doin' some time up in sing-sing he flipped one fine summer afternoon he told his brother Paulie, something had to be done soon. He took Paulie and a couple of boys and jacked the Coup de Ville to Illinois. La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York" He got a clipper from a stripper, he met at a club two sticks of dynamite and a .38 Snub he tried to see the Don, without an invitation stood outside the gate with his three man demonstartion waving picket signs, the C.O. saw a nine; and only Paulie go away with the skin on his behind. Back in the borough the cops are acting thorough; they raided Franky's room and then they saw his bureau; upon it was a note, with a rhyme that was dope, about how he was breaking John out and how he couldn't cope. It sait, "I don't fly coach, never save the roach, The King of New York". La-di da-di, free John Gotti, "The King of New York |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental Here's to the one, the one around my way Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days See he is both the hero and the pragmatist Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists The kids from the school, call it subterfuge Scars on his limbs is about to use Korean Bodega, it's in my favor See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper Breakin' down a broken parking meter Sprite on ice, fruit loops And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names Downtown like Pittstreet they run outta hope They far from ligit sellin' heroin and coke He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope I gotta Korean Bodega, my shit is dope Korean Bodega, it's in my favor Korean Bodega, it's in my favor |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Chorus:
Barry White, saved my life And if Barry White, saved your life Or got you back with your ex-wife Sing Barry White, Barry White, it's alright. Now I was watching Banachek My mind's eye right back when i was a seed and learning 'bout life At night they came together and gave me sight He said it's better doing this, than sucking on a pipe Now when she came over, she brought the discus On and on, she promised to kick this EWF, stole my breath When he finished, there was nothing left Chorus. Over and over, 'til it's ready Sing about it low and fat like J. P. Ghetti We make it happen, ass slappin' Sitting on the point to where you never catch us nappin' CO efino, he got the money grips No parking for Saturday night and the pips The pips know the hymns, they singing along Like knowing the verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight Ummmmm Do a little like that Barry White, Barry White, You know it's alright Chorus (2x) [fade out] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Me and Fast got the gats; we're out to rob a bank.
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack. Now everything's cool and everything's smooth. (Hey that's smooth) I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter She gave me the loot with puckered up lips and a wink that I found cute, and I said, "baby, baby, baby" (Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what.) By that time Fast tapped me with the 9 he said it was time to blow, ya know. So out the door we go. Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll never get far, riding around in a stolen police car, so we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy; Steve was driving because I had to talk to my man about something. - Look, I don't know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want. - Torture you, that's good, that's a good idea, I like that one. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (2x) I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate, ain't punkin' the crowd and I'm still standing up staight. So, we pull these jobs to make a little money; no one gets hurt if they don't act funny. On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught, fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing where the cop is. They're at the Dunkin Donuts, adjacent from the Froman's whose mailbox fast had just exploded. They gave chase, but my man Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers with haste. We cast off and along we went off Bermuda to an island resort we rented. - Sonny, I need you cool, are you cool? - I am cool. Running around robbing banks all wacked off of Scooby Snacks! (4x |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
back to the lab, with my gift of gab and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya, I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula you're my four leaf clover even bending over; I love you like rover; I'm your little lawnmower but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower. See, I'm a man's man; do you understand? What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand. So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge. I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I'll bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom. Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science pocket full of blunts and a full carry license never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest I'm a half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed. Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
My man was workin' at the seafood spot
Sellin' fish 'n chips and dealin' bags of pot Dressed in a pirates uniform and all Lookin' like a fool, headin' for a fall He was walkin' home late one night, God bless Heard the scream of a woman in immediate distress [Unverified] He headed down the alley hoping for the best He saw the girl who was screamin' her mouth beat shut Two guys standin' by her 'bout to get fucked up He said you don't hit the bitches while I'm still alive Stabbed on in the neck, the other in the eye The girl ran home, told her daddy she was saved By a pirate with a shiv and a real smooth way The vision of the pirate would surely never fade So she called the New York post and tried to get paid Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Now the story ran the following day page two But swashbucklin' in Brooklyn is all he want to do I tried to sit him down and think things through But swashbucklin' in Brooklyn is all he want to do Now he was havin' problems like diving without drowning The city, the cops, the mob trying to stop him He needed a psychic that's where I came in Tell his story to the world, help him with his shit We cruise down the river, patrolling the docks Deliverin' justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe, nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits [unverified] had no choice Doin' it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin' justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe, nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits [unverified] had no choice Doin' it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero Super hero, you're my super hero |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style
'cause you know I get paid by the mile, like Avis I pave this, Fast save this, everybody smile. . . And act gracious see I rob banks, I pull pranks, sometimes I eat franks and knishes,best wishes, I'm vicious but here I am again like CNN. Delivery my friend. Stick 'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (2x) Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . . I'm more freaky than Disco 2000 I scream, I yell, I bark, I bite I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night I never let the cops get wind of me and I never, ever, ever say die I never take myself too seriously 'Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) The Fun Lovin' Criminal (3x) Means with the green, murder on your spleen living in a dream do you know what I mean goateed indeed, smart like John Steed I'll steal your girlie and I'll steal your weed I got so much flavor that I'll always leave you chewin' I got so many styles you'll be thinking I'm from the U.N. I broke into the White House and never got caught and I'd be Neil Armstrong if I was an astronaut I am always optimistic about human relations I got more friends than my man Peter Gatien We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging Stick'em up punk, it's the Fun Lovin' Criminal (4x) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.C. with the wing tip shoes. My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you better make a decision. I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set me on your ass because they didn't know better. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. I hold the fort left, right and center the number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photo finish I'm in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role, see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I'd act like Nixon and Spiro. So smoke your pot and drink your rock and chill where it's shady. I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- Da-Vida baby. Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . . Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump See I grew up on the hill But still I keep ready Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth Spending nights with my rights, knocked out my tooth Yeah, it scarred my soul It fucked me up like vodka Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star The Big Top knows all the choices you chose Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes 1: Now up on the Hill is where you find us Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill 2: And up on the Hill is where you find us And up on the Hill that shit is timeless Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the HillNow go make your mound in an anthill, sonny You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido I said Lido, who-a-oh I said one more time, ought to get it Now look up, look up higher and see It's not as hard as you figured it would be Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter agreed, Now - if it's all right with you it's all right with me 2 1 2 1 ( 1st 9 lines sotto voice) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bag Of Hits: 15 Interglobal Chartstoppers (2002)
We have all the time in the world.
Time enough for life to unfold all the precious things life has in store. And we got all the love in the world. And as time goes by you will find we need nothing more. And every step of the way we'll find us with the kiss of the world behind us. And we got all the time in the world for love. Nothing more, nothing less, only love. (2x) Only love, yeah baby. |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bump (2001)
I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Bump (2001)
Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
The only easy day is yesterday
Go on and pull me underwater I know you really can't be that blind, son But I think you think you're that much smarter It makes it that much more defined Now cough it up and call your mother I see you just can't find the time But time found me without much bother I saw that boy become a man He bathed in blood just like his father And while in golden gloves and gown He found he wasn't that much smarter Now what's in you that is your own Not something you found on the highway I remember that time so long ago When you bought your soul and threw a party Now paint your face, take to the trees There's more to you than just your cover You've got them all down on their knees You've got them fucking one another You Dj'd blue and you Dj'd black So long as they count to a thousand Now get it on, don't break your back And don't walk through the public housing Now, hey, Dickholder who's your man? The scraps you catch you past the table You make it all sound like your plan But what you'd do to get that label? I see you're a bitch Hey come over here baby Hey, Dickholder who's your man? The scraps you catch you past the table You make it all sound like your plan But what you'd do to get that label? Dickholder |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
Sixteen heartbeats works for everyone
If I return dying, could I expect enough? You know it seems to me at least it seems to me, now To be a little out of reach And all the while, I can't get over How all my time, I can't do it over And as my spirit grows colder and colder Yeah, salvation I know her I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far Yeah, I know how you feel I've lived there for years, it's cold and it's real You better get on, out the loop 'cos the loop's gonna get ya' You better get on, out the loop I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far And all the while I can't get over you How all my time, I can't do it over And as my spirit grows colder and colder Yeah, salvation I know her I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I fell from my rope
My vision is cloudy The outlook is lousy I hope I find the strength to go on I fall to my knees To look for an answer Find out what the chances are That I'll make it on home I think of how it all went wrong Down that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long And despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on I'll go to my grave Knowing that you loved me And the cards life had dealt me Weren't so bad after all Well, I have been wronged And Lord, I've been deceived But the love I gave to you Was twice received I think of how it all went wrong Down that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long But despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on Come on now I think of how it all went down In that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long And despite my little song Life keeps going on Then despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I was a fiend (fiend) before I became a teen
I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say - Yes y'all! They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small Cool, cool 'Cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like a fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean I'm raging, ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of Cuz it's sort of an addiction, Magnetized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting, Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in the cold, so we can coincide, my thoughts to guide 48 tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim Spread the word 'cause he's in E-F-F-E-C-T A smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem I gotta habit I ain't a solving it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when A fiend for a microphone like heroin Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix So gimme a stage and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness Beware, it's the reanamator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling It's the thrill of suspense that's intense, you're horrified But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside"(darkside) By any means necessary, this is what had to be done Make way 'cause here I come Fisty cuts material, material Call imperial, call imperial It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me, It's inherited, it's runs in the family See I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back, If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack. Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, so step off Ladies and Gentleman You're about to see A past time hobby about to be, Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I'm the remainder (remainder) So close your eyes and hold your breath, And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death (death) Before you go, you'll remember you seen The fiend from a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend . The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
Within this box there is a gift
And with this cane I concentrate And with these shoes I go flying 'Til the demons all wake up and come to grips And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go The water's blue and rushes past me And through the clouds I will lament And if I call, I will deliver Or crack my head on the cement And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go Yeah, I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go Yeah, let it go now |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
I got outta town
Like I knew I should I got outta town Like I knew I would But when I close my eyes And the dawn don't come I think to myself What a disgrace I've become (Chorus 1) But she won't fail me Cause she's my friend And she won't rat me out I'm a boy to her eye And she won't fail me Even when she hates me I use to think a lot But now I watch the grain I use to fall in love With shit like subway trains And although my liberty Has been taken away now I take it all, I take it all day by day (Chorus 2) But she won't fail me Cause she's my friend And she won't rat me out I'm a boy to her eye And she won't fail me Even when she hates me Even when she hates me I get the fallen down About twice a week Say I'm all fucked up (all fucked-up) I know talk is cheap But when I close my eyes And the dawn don't come by I think to myself What a disgrace I've become (Repeat 2nd chorus) |
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from Fun Lovin' Criminals - Loco (2001)
My man was workin at the seafood spot
Sellin fish n chips and dealin bags of pot Dressed in a pirates uniform and all Lookin like a fool headin for a fall He was walkin home late one night godbless Heard the scream of a woman in immediate distress ?????? he headed down the alley hoping for the best he saw the girl who was screamin her mouth beat shut two guys standin by her bout to get fucked up he said you don't hit the bitches while I'm still alive stabbed on in the neck the other in the eye the girl ran home told her daddy she was saved by a pirate with a shiv and a real smooth way the vision of the pirate would surely never fade so she called the New York post and tried to get paid chorus super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero Now the story ran the following day page two But swashbucklin in Brooklyn is all he want to do I tried to sit him down and think things through But swashbucklin in Brooklyn is all he want to do Now he was havin problems like diving without drowning The city the cops the mob trying to stop him He needed a psychic thats where I came in Tell his story to the world help him with his shit We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits ??? had no choice Doin it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Chorus x 2 super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits ??? had no choice Doin it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Chorus x 4 super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero |