Gaab – Brisa Demais Lyrics

[Intro]
Era uma vez, era uma vez
Um menino que gostava de uma menina
E aí um gostava do outro…

[Refrão]
Ela brisa demais, pensa demais
E quando eu falo não quer nem me ouvir
Ela tá achando e achando demais
Ela é linda demais, é
Pika demais
Pra que ficar andando por aí?
Chega desses rolezinhos banais

[Verso 1]
Acha que o mundo é um parquinho
Roda igual roda-gigante
Prepara seu piquenique
Hora de comer seu lanche
Não quer mais, joga no lixo
Toma seu refrigerante
Morde todo canudinho
Como se fosse crocante
Ela é uma deusa grega
Ate-na Grécia é importante
Anda com gente pequena
Mas ela é bem gigante
Ela não usa a cabeça
Não pensa mais como antes
Tá sol, mas leva a jaqueta
Pode esfriar num instante

[Refrão]
Ela brisa demais, pensa demais
E quando eu falo não quer nem me ouvir
Ela tá achando e achando demais
Ela é linda demais, é
Pika demais
Pra que ficar andando por aí?
Chega desses rolezinhos banais

[Verso 2]
Ela sabe muito bem
Ela sabe muito bem
Soma quem ela anda e não dá ninguém
Ela não é mais neném
Ela não é mais neném
Mas parece que o líquido retém
Tô falando português
Tô falando português
Será que ela entende se eu falar inglês?
Baby, I hope you understand
Baby, I hope you understand
You don’t need any money, you don’t need any man
Ela sabe muito bem
Ela sabe muito bem
Soma quem ela anda e não dá ninguém
Ela não é mais neném
Ela não é mais neném
Mas parece que o líquido retém
Tô falando português
Tô falando português
Será que ela entende se eu falar inglês?
Baby, I hope you understand
Baby, I hope you understand
You don’t need any money, you don’t need any man

David Dondero – Ode To A 1973 Chevy Open Road Lyrics

Built in 1973
Fossilized technology
Swear the thing sleeps 43
And were not pulling over
Open road by chevrolet
Sail across the usa
Whole damn thing was in decay
Were not pullin over
Hallelujah

So the carburateurs shot
Tires all got dry rot
Transmissions gonna drop
But were not pullin over
Engine block its got a crack
See the smoke its a blowin black
Muffler just blew its stack
But were not pullin over

Hallelujah
Here we go
Hallelujah
Open road

Timing chain it outta time
Brakes are gone so keep flyin
Fix it up with a piece of twine
Were not pullin over
All the belts are rubber bands
Gas tank is a full of sand
It steer itself the gears are jammed
Were not pullin over

Rock
Rock

Eats a quart of oil a mile
The radios got a broken dial
Were singing static with a smile
But were not pullin over

Windshield wipers both are gone
Its pourin rain but were movin on
Got a show were gonna sing our songs
Were not pullin over

Hallelujah
Here we go

Sailin across the midwest ocean
Sailin across the midwest sea
Ocean of corn
Sea of soybean
Ocean of weed
We was comin thru from olean
Comin to shore in the rockies and
Shore in appalachia
Achipelago chicago
Isle of omaha
Hallelujah

Highway 90
Or 101
Hallelujah

Now the alternators dead
Radiators a turnin red
Put in diesel when it said no lead
But were not pullin over

Thank the lord for the AAA
Were gonna take it state to state
Should forget the car, its not too late
Were not pullin over

Being trailed by 20 cops
But those suckers can’t make us stop
We got a show, we gotta rock
Were not pullin over

Hear that we just got a flat
Heard an explosion in the back
I was tryin to take a nap
Were not pullin over

But i knew the day would come
Open road and i would be done
Like a rusted setting setting sun
Finally pullin over

Sold it off to shadow and puck
Passed the keys and said good luck
Now i drive a nissan truck
And were not pullin over
Hallelujah

Consolidated – Crackhouse Lyrics

Crack MC:
They say they can’t convict
Though they’re known to be strict
Mistook my people for the ones to be hit
Startin’ crimes of passion
Flames and ash and murder passing hand to hand
Car to car they done gone too far
Stop where you are the cops are at war
With the B to the L to the A to the C to the K
We ain’t selling no rocks today
I’m breaking glass for the black man’s plight
Gonna burn and loot as proof to the whites
They can’t take advantage
We can do damage
Thought they could manage our sense of the real
So now the King was the god damned defendant
Cops with the Klan bent were just in their bust
They can beat you to the fullest extent of the lengths of their clubs
Peace and love in god we trust
Don’t fuss with the negro pros at dissecting the plotting
That many years ago made niggas pick cotton
And shamed us aimed us out of our orbit
But never explored it to sue the red, white and blue
Voluntary manslaughter killed the father raped the daughter
Bust this to the youth and trust this to be truth
We’re choking on a culture that circles like vultures
Putting slaves in their graves as unemployed leftovers
Yeah gangs have sprung from the work that you
Who worship the cursed red, white and blue
Have done to the kid in your bid to get ahead
Now rocks gonna roll for green black and red
Riot they gon’ buy it
Now this black generation done been to patient
Thelma and Louise this whole damn nation and let’s just all act up
They used logic for the projects like they housing cattle
Bush’s point of light done ignited my battle
’cause my people getting burned
And there’s nowhere to turn
There’s a gun to your head, G
When do you learn?

Riot
Bring ’em to the Crackhouse
Let’s have a riot
Welcome to the Crackhouse

Twelve years of Bush and Reagan
No opportunity cuts and social spending
Poverty line poor and homeless sinking
Calling out the army and blaming the victim
Every inner city’s a crack-house
And every American TV’s on you bet it’s a blackout
No health care, jobs or housing visualize plebiscide 2000
There’s no logic reason or rhyme
Just black on black on brown on yellow crime
Aids in the house you can’t escape
With no condoms for kids no sex education
Government withhold potential drugs
So you drive to the crack-house and buy it from street thugs
No hope for the hopeless, no power for the powerless
Total confusion look at life through an hourglass
Violence is never an answer it’s a question
What does it take to get media attention
Are people really ready for truth
Now that the chickens have all come home to roost
And the leadership patience and quiet
But it’s too late for empty rhetoric it’s a riot

Welcome to the Crackhouse
This is a riot

We need crack in L.A. (the land?)

Crack MC:
I’m sorry Rodney, but I just can’t stop
I’m the C to the R to the A to the C to the K
Double up raps is haps I say
Spray the whole damn block my rock is dominating
Got a base head lock on this spaced out nation
Project glass pipe’s been the best thing tried
Got us tight boxed in rollers on all sides
Feeding black paranoia that can throw you around a bit
USA can’t say they ain’t down with it
Leading the attack of the killer Caucasians
Now they trying to persuade us sweep it under the rug
Getting action from Jesse Jackson ’bout being upset
But bet he ain’t living on drugs
He’s just simping ’cause he pimping as a politician
Shooting off his mouth but the fire is missing
‘Cause he’s turning his back on the blacks going crazy
Telling us to vote that’s a quote like we’re lazy
Instead of oppressed by a stressed population
That maimed and then blamed blacks with no reparations
Got no education thought the nation was dumb
Kept us poor and ignored till we pick up a gun
And defend our lives like the men so wise that
We are band together as a gang and then swang
Do your thang in the middle of the night
While I try to teach the devil about wrong and right
‘Cause it’s beyond his comprehension
So some schooling’s attempted
The usual lies that you hear are preempted
Been shot in the back for the fact that they’re whack
Believe not a word that you’ve heard about that
‘Cause crack is being sold like candy
Better go call up Barney and Andy
Tell them that Mayberry’s under siege
CRACK MC done hooked Opie!

Riot
Welcome to the Crackhouse
I wanna riot
Bring ’em to the Crackhouse
Let’s have a riot

Kjell Hoglund – Rock Bottom Farm Lyrics

Rock Bottom Farm
I Vermont i USA
Där levde jag en månad utan sprit och utan tjej
Förutom lite hemjäst öl och minnen från New York
En dagsresa ungefär från Rock Bottom Farm

Jag var så trött på liftning
Jag tog en greyhoundbuss
För mina sista slantar
Köpte jag mej skjuts

Till Rock Bottom Farm…

Ägaren till ranchen var en västkustmiljonär
Som i förtvivlans mod försökte leka pionjär
Han sökte i naturens sköte livets rena ström
I livmodern hos Moder Jord sin amerikanska dröm

Miljonärens kompanjon var knappast riktigt klok
Han löpte amok med en yxa när det gick på tok
Förmannen var rånare på rymmen från polisen
Och resten dropouts ur dom amerikanska paradisen

Till Rock Bottom Farm…

Allt var dömt till undergång på Rock Bottom Farm
Redan syntes högt i skyn en kretsande gam
Rock Bottom Farm bara väntade på tur
En ruttnande tumör i en döende kultur…

Trill House Collective – Underdogs Lyrics

[Intro: Kittim]
Man’s never been in Barryville when it’s shut down, eh? Trus’ me David!

[Hook: Matt] x2
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

[Verse 1: Dom]
We THC and you know that there ain’t nobody triller
We killed it with volume 1, so now we gotta sit shivah
Climbing on the rafters, risking my health
I’m bout go ahead and call shmira on myself
All the campers rap along and you know that they know it
I just spent my whole paycheck at the Makolet
I’m in the Mel, red flagging, and I’m screaming like
(Kittim Sample)
You got pussy like Li*******

[Verse 2: Salo]
Call me the Makolet cause I’m never outta bars
Up in the office like Bill Clinton with cigars
Her pussy so good I’ll risk getting caught by Itai
(Itai) Why do you even try, this is like the fifth time
I’m so smart I f**k your bitch in the gaga pit
You just take her to the motel you can’t do shit
I got more fans than the machsan
Still not enough to cool me down I’m a hot one

[Hook: Matt]
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

[Verse 3: Sam B]
Weinstein thought he got rid of me
We flee on the scene servin feens that green
Chanichim bother me to give them the d
But I say f**k no at least not for free, woah
Red flag takin over like the rat-pack
Snap back stacking racks but a kid about to black now
Back track now
Joined the kitchen now I’m bout to run it like a crack house
f**k that now
UK, USA, with Stern on the beat that’s mayday
Trill House f**king on your dad’s spouse
And I’m bouta steal yo bitch like I’m Yé and you’re Ray J
Verses full of the meanest heat on the street
Dodging shmira like they TYPD
Bonim always pleading for the D too
But if shes in K’fir then i guess I’m in K’fir too

[Hook: Matt]
Chilling Hill porch is where the fam all hang out
Working all day, no praise, on our own now
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

Am I the only one who still care about Trill House
Underdogs, no doubt
Am I the only one who care about Trill House

Danny Seth – Our City Lyrics (feat. Louis Mattrs)

[Intro]
Uh, tell ’em this what hip hop needs, uh

[Verse 1: Danny Seth]
I grew up in a city
Where they never gave a pity or a f**k
Unless you’re doing grime or UK hip hop
Shit, I guess you’ll never buss
But I was thinking different
Wasn’t off the acid but I always had a vision
How I saw the USA was up for acquisition
So I got a pen and pad and jotted down my proposition, uh
The British Coming
We did it on our own, no help, no nothing
And as far as pulling through for my city
Well, I guess it got me feeling like a plunger
Uh, I wonder if they love me or they hate
Cause of what I’m wearing instead of digesting what I’m saying
The internet, it has a way to make me look good
And my Instagram is looking like a look book
But why the f**k I got more followers on that than on my SoundCloud?
Shit is scary, man, it’s making Suge shook
So I’mma keep my lyrics so clean not even 7 maids will find a speckle of dirt in between
And have the elders playing this shit to their teens and tell em this what hip hop needs

[Bridge]
Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
Off a xanee cause I got long flight
I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight

[Hook: Louis]
I’m the dark knight of my city
Catch me on the block all night
And I ain’t worried bout my sinners
They be riding with me till I die
They see me rollin in the streets
So they know it’s alright
Yeah, I’m the dark knight of my city
Catch me on the block all night, on the block all night

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
This rapping shit, I do it for my city’s sake
And I should be a stylist how I changed the game
Me and the music, we kinda integrate
I drop a couple bars and rappers then disintegrate
Lyrically, I’m punching in a different weight
And f**k the other-side, I serve em like a dinner plate
Anyway, let me continue what I was chatting bout
I had a dream to make it overseas
I called my brother Jesse, got my clothes
And got my bags and started packing now
He told me it would be alright, I listened
Fast forward a couple months and they still doubting
So many ups and downs I feel like I just climbed a mountain
I find it funny how I had a fanbase in the US
Before my own people finding out about me
I guess it bothered me but I just kept writing
Little do my city know I’m tryna make em shine
For longer than a second like some lightning
It’s freighting, the scene up in my city need a viking
To cross the seas and hold the torch up and till it’s dying, it’s quiet
Uh, yeah I swear it’s f**king quiet
So now I got the labels offering
My heart is saying no, my wallet saying let em in
Then I play my tapes, and they saying “where’s the hits?”
And if I hear that one more time I swear to gosh I’m gonna be sick
They tell me justify the music
Tell me what you see
I tell em this what hip hop needs

[Bridge]
Bright lights in my city, I’m dark knight
Off a xanee cause I got long flight
I told my baby girl I gotta save the city
Cause within my city, man, they call me dark knight

Rastamiles – Numbered Lyrics

The days numbered, num numbered, the days numbered
Your days numbered, num numbered, your days numbered
I, I know of a place, where the sun don’t shine and the moon it never wanes
We’ve got to get away, the days numbered in this place
The days numbered, num numbered, the days numbered
Your days numbered, num numbered, your days numbered
I, I know of these men, with the devil inside, and the triple six plan
It’s those congress guys, trying to rule over our lives
But there making days numbered, num numbered, the days numbered, in the USA
The days numbered, num numbered, the days numbered, for hipocracy
The days numbered, num numbered, your days numbered, for the presidency
The days are numbered, num numbered, the days are numbered in Babylon I see, yeah..

Vant – The Answer Lyrics

[Solo]

[Intro]
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Call me
Won’t you call me?
C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Can you inform me?
What’s the story?
What’s the answer?

[Chorus]
Won’t you give me the answer?
The answer
The answer

[Solo]

[Verse 1]
Chemical conflict 1429 die, die
400 children just let them lie, lie, lie
We can’t interfere in case of criticism
We need another term, not another Afghanistan

[Chorus]
Won’t you give me the answer?
The answer
The answer

[Verse 2]
100K is A-OK, it’ll all blow over, what the hell can I say?
1000K well Iraq was Iraq, you know the USA will take and never give back
You’re from England well “Hello there my brother”
Keep sucking my dick, while my friend f**ks your mother

[Outro]
Does that give you the answer?
The answer
The answer
The answer

Vant – America Lyrics

[Verse 1]
America is burning
I read it on TV
I heard it in a book
I felt in on the screen
America is burning
For all the world to see
The right insane, put a bullet through the brain
If you threaten to be free

[Chorus]
USA is burning
USA is burning

[Verse 2]
Britain’s over-turning the iron lady
The one’s that chose the burden are the one’s about to leave

[Pre-Chorus]
White men are evil
From A right through to Z
They’ll bury all our children under the money honey tree

[Chorus]
USA is burning
USA is burning

[Verse 3]
America is dreaming of white supremacy
Korea launched a missile and started World War III
America is dreaming of no democracy
It seems insane, another dream inside a brain
Under the money honey tree

[Bridge]
America
America
America
America
America is burning
America is burning
America is burning
America is burning

[Pre-Chorus]
White men are evil
From A right through to Z
They’ll bury all our children under the money honey tree

[Chorus]
USA is burning
USA is burning
Is burning
Is burning
Is burning

[Outro]
America
America
America
America

Total Chaos – Riot City 2 Lyrics

Riot breaks out everyday
From racism to people’s gain
Bloody riot to fiery hells
Riots a fact that never falls
Riot city – LA
Riot city – USA
Riot city – UK
Riot city – Africa

Let’s riot let’s riot today
Against the police or CIA
Stand up and don’t be quiet
It’s a total f**king riot
Riot city – China
Riot city – Russia
Riot city – Israel
Riot city – Germany

Bello Figo – Ieri Sera Ho Skopato Lyrics

[Intro]

Hello
OOOOOOO no no no scusa scusa
No no no oh
Non ho visto oh, non ho visto la tua chiamata fratello scusa
No stavo facendo una cosa per mia, fica
No no no stavo facendo due tre cose capisci
Stavo facendo una cosa per mia madre ma ora ho finito
Cosa? Centro?
No no no oh vengo io
No no oh non ti muovere vengo io a prenderti
Oh, chiama anche gli altri facciamo tutti una cosa insieme
Siamo tutti amici
Oooohh non ti arrabbiare, oh
Calmati
Calmati
Calmati
Ci vediamo dopo dai fra capisci dai

A ammioddio fiiiighiaaa
Tutti sanno che ho finito

[Hook]
Se mi chiami e rispondo
Se mi vedi, felicio
Giuro oggi son felicio
Ora posso usciro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro

[Verse 1]
Sono un vero negro quindi io scopo duro
Un sacco di fighe bianche mi dicon “Mi piace il tuo cazzo”
Ieri sera tremava tutto come terremoto
I vicini si lamentavano per il casino
Io la scopo da dietro
L’ho scopata da dietro
Bella figa bianca
Bianca culo grosso
Culo, sodo
Sodo come un marmo
Frega un cazzo bello
Lecco pure culo
Uhh, wa
Lecco pure culo
Lei mi fa venire
Con un pompino
Lo sanno che faccio soldi
Quindi tu non mi parli
Lei non usa i denti quindi ho le mani fra i capelli

[Hook]
Se mi chiami e rispondo
Se mi vedi, felicio
Giuro oggi son felicio
Ora posso usciro (tutti i miei amici)
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro
Ieri sera ho skopato (x3)
Dalle 7 fino alle quattro

[Verse 2]
Io le spacco la figa (x2)
Ho spaccato il letto
Io le spacco la figa
Io le sparo in bocca

[Outro]
Tutti i miei amici
Ho finito venite facciamo qualcosa insieme
Andiamo in centro facciamo qualcosa insieme

Bello Figo – Voglio Skopare Ankora Lyrics

[Intro]
Ieri sera ho scopato
Ieri sera ho scopato
Dalle sette fino alle quattro
Ommioddiofigghia
Tutti sanno che voglio ancora

[Ritornello]
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Girati, amore, figa
Dieci volte non mi basta
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Girati, amore, figa
Dieci volte non mi basta
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora

[Strofa]
Voglio scopare ancora
Dieci volte non mi basta, ha
Sono un vero negro, eh
No, io non mi stanco
Prima faccio coccole, finché non mi viene duro, ehi
Finché non mi viene duro, ha
Poi mi prende in bocca, eh
Tengo ferma la testa
Mentre scopo in faccia
Mentre scopo in faccia
Mentre scopo in bocca
Lei usa due mani con tanta saliva
Qualcuno mi può aiutare, ehi
Lei lo fa scivolare

[Ritornello]
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Girati, amore, figa
Dieci volte non mi basta
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora
Girati, amore, figa
Dieci volte non mi basta
Voglio scopare ancora
Voglio scopare ancora

Bello Figo – Faccio Soldi E Skopo Lyrics

[Intro]
Un sacco di gente mi dicono fai il serio
Ma io gli rispondo

[Ritornello]
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non mi frega un cazzo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non puoi dirmi un cazzo

[Strofa 1]
E li conto, quanti sono? (Wah Wah Wah)
Ancora, li riconto (Wah)
Ok, figa su mio cazzo dice che è lungo
Stai zitta troia prendi sto cazzo
Che ne sai tu da dove vengo?
Che ne sai tu di quello che faccio?
Per la borsa ho speso 1000 euro, ma poi gli rifaccio
Poi gli rifaccio, non mi frega un cazzo di tuo padre
Faccio più soldi, non mi frega un cazzo di tua madre
Faccio più soldi, non voglio scopare, voglio la testa
Quando mi dai testa, usa la testa
Usa la testa come se fossi a scuola
Usa la testa come se fossi a casa
Ah, uh, ma non sei a casa
Uh, wah, allora chiedo scusa
Dammi lo stipendio, non darmi un consiglio
Non ti devo un cazzo, non sei mio figlio
Una bianca con la bocca piena come Kylie Jenner
Mi cerca, mi vuole, vuole essere mio partner
Uh, wah, vuole essere mio partner
A novanta la ho messa, ora si che siamo partner
Succhiando il cazzo, le succhio il clito
Wah, le succhio la sua figa
È stretta, lei viene in fretta e mi prende in bocca
Poi dice che mi ama
Non c’ho tempo per amare, ma c’ho tempo per scopare
C’ho tempo per scopare, ma non c’ho tempo per coccole
Mi mancava la mia ex prima di scopare dieci fighe
Bionda striscia il culo sul mio cazzo
La scopo finché diventa disabile
Ferma, immobile

[Ritornello]
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Mi me frega un cazzo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Faccio soldi e scopo
Non puoi dirmi un cazzo

Bello Figo – In Figa Lyrics

[Intro]
Chei (oh)
Oh mio dio Figo (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Tutte le mie fighe, dove siete?
Prestate attenzione (swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag)
Oh mio dio
Aiutatemi (bello figo)

[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Facci quello che vuoi
Mettilo dove vuoi tu
Anche in bocca, ohh

[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh

[Strofa 1]
Lei guida mio cazzo (mio cazzo)
Come guida macchina (ay)
Fuma il mio cazzo (mio cazzo, ehh)
Come sigaretta (ay)
Tutti i miei amici (miei amici)
Facciaml (ooh, ehy)
Tutte le mie fighe (oh, ay)
Balliaml

[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Facci quello che vuoi
Metilo dove vuoi tu
Anche in bocca, ohh

[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh

[Strofa 2]
Oh mio dio bello figo
Cosa sta facendo la figa? (ah)
Sto pensando ma non riesco a capire
Usa mio cazzo come usa (ehy)
Bacia mio cazzo come bacia (ehy)
Prendilo come vuoi, ma io lo voglio

[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo (ah)
Facci quello che vuoi (ehy)
Metilo dove vuoi tu (tu)
Anche in bocca, ohh

[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa (ehy, ehy)

[Bridge]
Voglio in figa (ah)
Voglio in figa (oh, ehy, ehy)
Voglio in bocca (ah)
Voglio in bocca (ehy, ehy)
Voglio in figa (ah)
Voglio in figa (oh, oh)
Voglio in bocca (oh, yeah)
Voglio in bocca

[Pre-Ritornello]
Ma se prendi il mio cazzo
Metilo dove vuoi tu
Facci quello che vuoi
Anche in bocca, ohh

[Ritornello]
Ma lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh
Lo voglio in bocca, ehh
Voglio in bocca, ehh
Lo voglio in figa, ehh
Voglio in figa, ehh

Hoodie Allen – Whatever USA Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I’m in whatever USA, zip code so far away
Can’t remember the name, Google Map to locate
I’m chillin’ with some Notre Dames, show me how the South bends
And my dogs hold me down when we show up in Athens
Back then, we had dreams of being famous and shit
Was such a rebel as a kid, I could’ve went to Ole Miss
I never stress it anymore, you know I’ll go with the vibe
My chick in Alabama told me I should roll with the Tide
No lie, I’m such a Leo at Penn State, I’m a lion
Got every comin’ after me at Duke like I’m Zion
I know a Harvard girl, she always got a lot on her mind
She sent me a million texts, but yo I hardly reply
You know why? Got a girl in Mississippi and Kentucky
And one in Vegas, so she always gettin’ lucky (Ooh)

[Chorus 1]
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
Got a chick in Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Don’t gotta ask me “Whose your girl?” in Indiana (Ooh)
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I’m in whatever USA, zip code don’t wanna say
Can’t remember the name, new city like every day
Got women flashin’ me when I’m in Tulane, it ain’t Mardi Gras
Out in Arizona these Wildcats wanna party hard
I feel like Van Wilder, I’m onto my seventh year
I snap my fingers into women just appear
Let me make it clear
You and your friends are tens, I’m down to Volunteer
Pull up, climb in my van, just like a Mountaineer
I’m here for a minute and then I’m Gonzaga
Hardest workin’ rapper prolly sellin’ shows in Montana
Tell them hoes it don’t matter
I go state to state like I’m transferin’
NCAA, new chick always answerin’
Got a girl in College Station, down in Texas
And one in Memphis who reminds me of my exes (Ooh)

[Chorus 2]
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
Got a girl in Tallahassee and Miami
She really love me, told me I should win a Grammy (Ooh)
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me

[Outro]
Whatever USA
All American, all hits

​iLoveMakonnen – I REMEMBER Lyrics

I just, think about all my past times
Get on these fuckin’ tracks and make these words rhyme
I don’t even sell no dimes, cause I do not have no time
But I used to reminisce when me and my homies was on the grind
All the time, tryna shine cause we need them new things
Now a boy got pinky rings, switching lanes with 6 chains
I don’t even give a fuck, used to have a black truck
All the way in zip codes that I do not go no mo
Oh shit, I got shows every motherfuckin’ weekend
Me and my best friends ain’t fuckin’ speakin
‘
Got friends from down under arrivin’ in the morning
Tell ’em that Makonnen is the best thing goin
Worldwide, now you know it, finally I can show it
Young boy in the city lookin’ like I’m fuckin’ growin’
All the way with the moon, ocean sun when it be snowin
‘
I don’t know how I got it, I’m so thankful for the flowin’
My friends, once again, when they come back around
I remember all night, we was sellin’ that brown
To some motherfuckin’ junkies, I was actin’ like a monkey
Swingin’ off them god damn trees
Makin’ hunnid of them things
All damn night with the white, now a nigga barely see
Any type of fuckin’ drugs, who the fuck is me?
I just once was a young boy, on the fuckin’ corner
Sellin’ all this dope from Atlanta to California
And now I brought it back all the way to the West
Cuz them niggas in the East said that I was one of the best
So I’m like, let me go, see if the rumors true
When I step off in the room, niggas be mad at who?
When I step in studios, niggas tryna sound like who, now
God damn, I ride around in black fuckin’ coupes now
Don’t even need to pick it up
Nigga come deliver me
Feel like i’m dominos the way they fucking playing me
Oh shit is a game
Nigga love my last name
Girls want my last name
I switch them with my last game
Hit em with some new shit
Like how the fuck he do it
I remember being in church staring at the pool pissed
Like goddamn that water could make me feel stronger
Then i see that preacher daughter get killed by a gang banger
On the fucking corner and em girls was out here singing songs
Bout sweet jesus and how he was gon come back home
Put my whole family on as they fucking waiting
Niggas on the east side out here still hating
Cause they know that i’m great when i’m came from the south
Now i’m hottest in the north ain’t shit else to talk bout
I’m like damn Uncle Sam who the fuck is donald trump
These niggas done fucked up
Presidents be going up
Now the life in america is all about the money have no time for no jokes
Man ain’t seeing shit funny when my friends fucking dying and drugs fucking colliding everyday in communities
Bitches wanna do me
Niggas out here shooting bullets when we riding pass i’m like oh shit what happened i forgot about my dad
Cause that nigga did me wrong way back in ‘96 now i’m feeling like a bad dog
Looking like michael vick
Out here switching fucking teams can’t find my fucking path
I’m on the fucking road feeling so damn glad
That i have fucking twice another day at life
I remember last week when i felt like a bum
Shit be fucking popping now like a nigga is bubble gum
I remember being so broke i couldn’t afford no bubble yum
Now i’m see now and laters riding around in the latest jaguars supercars saying i’m a super star
And my mom came to my release
Thank god for warner but
Man i never swore that i would leave california
When i was young i felt dumb thought i had to be gang banging
Out here fucking slanging drugs but now all these songs i’m singing
I can’t think about no hook
History about these books all i know is fucking dope fiends and a few crooks that fucking switch they ways off in the usa
Now i feel like gps when i’m using that waze
In the app i can snap on any fucking rap but a nigga hate on me at the same time give me dap
I used to be a young fool now i’m feeling smarter
Goddamn thank god im feeling like a scholar
Didn’t go to college unless it was for beauty
Now the girls love me they want me out in movies
I done sign a stupid deal with a new agency
Hope they put me on a fucking tv show on channel E
Goddamn i’m entertaining oh shit ain’t complaining
Cause the money that i’m making is enough to buy jamaica uh
I love it but sometimes i dont uh
I think i’ll stay but sometimes i won’t
I swear that i should leave what’s is up my sleeve
Everybody hating, hating on me
So i fly all the time when i look at the moon
I remember being home making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember when i was young making songs in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making all these songs back in my room
But now i fly all the time and i stare at the moon
I remember making songs in my room

With my dogs little two pit bulls
Man one of them just died i swear this shit ain’t cool
I been hurting so bad i can’t even call my dad
Thank god i got my mom hope that she ain’t feeling sad
Bout them rumors going round in the town
What they saying that i’m fucking new asian that i’m looking like satan
All i’m doing is K and the coke all night
I’m like momma no i’m not but she know i sold that white
So it might not sound to fucking far fetch
Plus you losing all this weight
Man you looking kinda sick
I’m like man no i’m not i be running in the morning
I’m practicing for the world stage so i can put a show on that is as good as beyoncé
Look for my fiancé
Retire off this rap shit
Chillin in a bungalow
Goddamn dont need no hoes
I just need the fucking cash
I remember being broke couldn’t afford fucking the dash
That’s the of us that be riding on western ave
I remember being down there crying for my dad
He like fuck you im leaving
I was out there weeping
Now i’m the man from akron to Cleveland
And beyond doing songs you know i can fucking snap
I be out here looking in the audience waiting for claps
But these niggas don’t give me claps
They just give me stank eye
So i’ve hit them with that whip
Cook that chicken one time
Now your girl said she wanna meet a kid backstage
I know what she really want just to hit it backstage and fuck around and break a condom so she could have my child and when a nigga fall off she said that i ain’t shit now
But i never will fall off cause i never got on
I’m the same little kid making songs in my room
Now when i fucking fly i just stare at the room at the moon in my room
At the same time im feeling like a bride and a groom
Why won’t somebody come and marry me
I been smoking all night i should fucking pay the fee to the goddamn smokers club weight i be be going up
Goddamn nobody fuck with me since i haven’t been going up on a fucking tuesday but i got new news today
I can make plenty songs slow it down anyway
All in the usa they know that i’m leaving soon
I remember making songs staring at the moon in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon cause i remember making songs in my room
Now when i fly i just stare at the moon
Cause i remember being alone
Just making these songs in my room
Making these songs in my room
I remember being alone in my room
Starting at the moon

Cathie Ryan – The Lights Of San Francisco lyrics

[Verse]
The lights of San Francisco
Shone on the city floor
Joe worked on in the city
‘Til the dawn came around once more

[Verse]
He came from Galway
Came over recently
And Lucy from the USA
Smiled at his naiveté

[Verse]
In the rocky places of his heart
No one had ever seen
Lucy picking cockles
And Lucy planting seeds

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
Came the marching bands of July
And their silver shadows flew
Ah, two by two, red and blue
Through the summer evening

[Verse]
He said, “All my troubles
Never wander very far
I like to hear music
But I like it on a blue guitar”

[Verse]
“And there is no end to the money
A guy wants to hold in his hand
The sky hung with airplanes
And no peace upon the land”

[Verse]
“And the folks on television
That lie with every breath
And insult you with visions
Of cheap life and cheaper death”

[Chorus]
Ohhh oh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse]
“And there is no home for me now
But I’ll go on loving you
‘Til there is no more music
And the guitar is no longer blue”

Joey Bada$$ – AMERIKKKAN IDOL lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Watch me get gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Amerikkkan Idol, one hand on my bible, one hand on my rifle
I’m aimin’ at my rival, sure to leave him dead on arrival
They say it’s all about survival, never lackin’ the vitals
So I came to kill the game and still gave it revival
I’m coming for the title, man it’s best you throw in the towel
Last nigga who tried to vio, now facin’ a trial
I’ma be here for a while, gettin’ richie like Lionel
Now she all up in denial ’cause she gettin’ the dial
While I’m only gettin’ better, so she back on my D now
I wanna be down but she denounced
I got my shot, then made her, bounce
Now you tryna rebound, I’m livin’ in the now
While the future figure me out
Told mommy pick a place, yo, and we out
‘Cause Bed Stuy a little unsafe for me now
That’s why I keep the .40 loaded with no safety around
Never thought I’d have to hold it, I’m just holdin’ it down
Protect my neck and my crown, patrol throughout the town
And they judgin’ just ’cause my skin color is brown
And for that, they wanna leave me dead in the ground
And have the nerve to blame it all on my background
Sorry white Amerikkka, but I’m about to black out
Got a message for the world and I won’t back out
So turn the kid raps loud, I’m about to spazz out
Watch out, another nigga runnin’ in the White House
But I won’t stop ’til this whole shit painted in all black
And we on top, ’cause my people been paining before crack
Media’s got this whole thing tainted, that’s all fact
Feedin’ you lies like this whole thing wasn’t built on our backs
Assimilate our history then made it a mystery
Now they all inherit the bittersweet victory
Look at what they did to me, can I get a witness please?
Justice never served, reparations never sent to me
It’s clear who the enemy, they declare war on the end of me
Assassinate my character, buryin’ my entity
But they can’t kill my energy, so when it’s said and done
They forever gon’ remember me
The fuck is you tellin’ me?
Fuck is you tellin’ me?
Way more than a celebrity
And fuck white supremacy, huh

[Chorus]
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin’ presidents to represent me
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Because I’ve never known a live one that represent me
Well, dead presidents to represent me
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin’ presidents to represent me
Because I’ve never known a live one that represent me

[Refrain]
It’s no contest, can’t fuck with the congress
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
It’s no contest, can’t fuck with the congress
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off like bomb threats
Me and my niggas goin’ off

[Verse 2]
This that Bada$$-assination
Topic of conversation, my proclamation to the nation and its congregation
Been makin’ observations like it’s my occupation
Debatin’ speculation like it ain’t just second nature
Thou shall love thy neighbor, don’t let that nigga hate you
‘Cause he know where you lay up, when it’s karma, time to pay up
Climb the ladder of success, I’m steady on my way though
Devisin’ plans while you sleepin’ I’m just tryna stay woke

[Bridge]
You leave me no choice, I’m about to bring noise
Got to fill this void, I got to be the voice
Yeah yeah yeah
I said leave me no choice, about to bring noise
Got to fill this void, I got to be the voice

[Verse 3]
What the government is doin’ amongst our people is downright evil
Disturbin’, but not surprisin’, that’s for certain
With all of the conflict of propaganda, I believe they are simply tryna slander
Start a Civil War within the USA amongst black and white and those alike
They are simply pushin’ us to our limit so that we can all get together and get with it
They want us to rebel, so that it makes easier for them to kill us and put us in jails
Alton Sterlings are happenin’ every day in this country and around the world
The scary part, boys and girls
Is most of these stories don’t make it to the news and reach mass consciousness
It is for sure time that we as a people stand up for acknowledgement
And accomplishment of what we call human rights
It is time to rebel, better yet, raise hell
I just want everyone to be cautious about how they go about it
Because this is all part of the government’s plan and what they been plottin’
They’re literally beggin’ for this to happen, so they can kill us off
Usin’ uprisin’ and rebellion as the excuse in a timely fashion
The cancerous foods, the chemical warfare, economic sufferin’ is not workin’ fast enough
There are many steps ahead of us and manifestin’ the future that they want
We have to work together, not only rattlin’ them on a physical plane
But to outsmart them on an intellectual mental level the same
As black men, I think our gangs need to do a better job at protectin’ us
The people, our communities and not assistin’ in destroyin’ them brutally
It’s time to even the score
‘Cause who do we call when the police break the law?
We are so quick to pick up a gun and kill one another
But not quick enough to pick it up and protect each other
The code words to killin’ a black man by police is, “He’s got a gun”
Damned if he do, damned if he don’t, damned if he runs
Or what about them? Them murderers got it
We need solutions, you better start plottin’ now
It’s always been clear that they don’t value our lives
My people been sufferin’ way too long
And I’m tired of singin’ the same old song
People actin’ like this shit isn’t happenin’, it’s downright wrong
Justice won’t be served by a hashtag, and that’s the very reason I ask that
What are we to do? We’re scattered around
With no clue of this ugly truth
All we know is who they ridiculed and who gets minisculed
Time to wake the fuck up and do our own research
And not form opinions based on just what we’ve heard
Ameri-K-K-K-a is force feedin’ you lies down your throats with a silver spoon
And eventually, we’ll all be doomed
Real, real, real soon

Rock Mason – Spew Sucking Fascists lyrics

A stupid man with great big plans to purge the world and all it, S lands
Of people of an impure race A legacy of death and hate
They, re here today- full of hate- even in the usa
Organized to fight the war- hear them knocking at your door
They, re white and pure learned to- minds of sewers full of pooh
Coming after me and you-The, re spew sucking fascists

Come with me and take my hand I, ll lead you to the promised land
Of pure blood where white is right no coloreds there be safe at night
Protected by the klu klux knights
Be A man -Join the klan -Be A part of our master plan
Take an oath -Stop the growth- burn A bum- grab A rope
We, ll hang em high -Cause we, re right -Burn A cross all through the night
Rid the world of bums and scum -We, re spew sucking fascists

Dance in the barn
Boys from the farm
Now swing your partner
Round by the neck- guitar

Aryan and arrogant but really just A great big wank
Superior and righteous boys you, re really just pollution noise
And playing with each others toys
Theory of genetics and racially superior men
Paranoid and sickening -Purity not colored skin
Fight the fight to be right -You, re ok if you, re white
Kill the others in the night -We, re spew sucking fascists

Garbage from eugenicists and modern day psychiatrists
The slaughter of the innocent and mumbo crap psychologists
Who, S anuses are retentive
Aryan nations -Goose stepping hatred
Nazis and skin heads -You, ll give A brother head
Play with each other
Screwing your mother -That way you, ll stay pure
You, re spew sucking fascists

Frank Ocean – American Wedding (feat. James Fauntleroy) lyrics

[Intro]
American love, American me, American you
American tear, American heartbreak, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
I took a walk with the palm trees as the daylight fell
Sangria in a canteen, talking to myself (I can’t remember)
This tattoo on my left hand is turning purple-ish blue
Daydreams of the romance, daydreams of you
My pretty woman in a ballgown, I’m Richard Gere in a tux
Getting married in a courthouse, writing vows in a rush
Making out before the judge with my teenage wife
Got a wedding band done that I just might die with

[Chorus]
It’s an American wedding
They don’t mean too much, but we were so in love
We had an American wedding
Now what’s mine is yours, that’s American law

[Verse 2]
M-R-S dot Kennedy, she signed her name in pen
In a fancy, fancy cursive, then turned her term papers in
A thesis on Islamic virgin brides and arranged marriage
Hijabs and polygamist husbands, those poor un-American girls
After school she ran to me, jumped in my 5.0
This is the home of the brave, land of the free
But your parents still didn’t know
She said, “I’ve had a hell of a summer
So, baby, don’t take this hard
But maybe we should get an annulment
Before this goes way too far”

[Chorus]
It’s just an American wedding
They don’t mean too much, they don’t last enough
We had an American wedding
Now what’s mine is yours, American divorce

[Verse 3]
Well, you can have my Mustang, that’s all I’ve got in my name
But Jesus Christ, don’t break my heart
This wedding ring won’t ever wipe off
But if you stay, oh, if you stay
You’ll probably leave later anyway, it’s love made in the USA

[Outro: James Fauntleroy]
Don’t let ’em front you to saying you can’t move
Without ’em, fuck ’em, I tell ’em this ain’t new
We been some hustlers since it began, dude
Ain’t gon’ be tripping over some bitch-ass, dude
They so vain, I tell ’em this ain’t you
You can get sensitive but the shit ain’t true
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do, that he can’t do
That you can’t do, that we can’t do
Man, I had a dream and then the shit came true
And nigga, if I did it, I think you can too
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do, that he can’t do
That you can’t do, that we can’t do
Man, I had a dream and then the shit came true
These niggas can’t do nothing that I can’t do
That she can’t do, that he can’t do, that you can’t do

Jay Jones – Go Crazy (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy

Green Day – Back In The USA

[Verse 1]
I woke up to a bitter storm (bitter year)
And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
The riot gear has lined the dawn (bitter year)
Like dogs that shit on your neighbor’s lawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 2]
The saddest story ever told (bitter year)
Is feeling safe in our suburban homes
Like soldiers of an endless war (bitter year)
And every church can have a liquor store

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

GREEN DAY – Back In The USA lyrics

[Verse 1]
I woke up to a bitter storm (bitter year)
And Noah’s Ark came washed up on the shore
The riot gear has lined the dawn (bitter year)
Like dogs that sh*t on your neighbor’s lawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

[Verse 2]
The saddest story ever told (bitter year)
Is feeling safe in our suburban homes
Like soldiers of an endless war (bitter year)
And every church can have a liquor store

[Pre-Chorus]
Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade
Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade

[Chorus]
Back in the USA for a small town serenade
With fireworks on display
Tonight, it’s a hero’s welcome home
And there’s no place else to go
And I’m takin’ it to the grave
Back in the USA

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (Uncensored)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

X – See How We Are

There are men lost in jail
Crowded fifty to a room
There’s too many rats in this cage of the world
And the women know their place
They sit home and write letters
And when they visit once a year
Well they both just sit there and stare
See how we are
Gotta keep bars in between us
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Now there are seven kinds of Coke
500 kinds of cigarettes
This freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy
But in Acapulco
Well they don’t give a damn
About kids selling Chiclets with no shoes on their feet
See how we are
"Hey man, what’s in it for me?"
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Now that highway’s coming through
So you all gotta move
This bottom rung ain’t no fun at all
‘Cause now fires and rockhouses and grape-flavored rat poison
They are the new trinity
For this so-called community
See how we are
Gotta keep bars on all of our windows
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Well this morning the alarm rang at noon
And I’m trying to write this letter to you
About how much I care and why I just can’t be there
To draw your bath and comb your hair
Last night in a nightspot
Where things aren’t so hot
My friend said, "I met a boy and I’m in love"
I said, "Oh really… What’s this one’s name?"
She said, "His first name is Homeboy"
I said "Could his last name be Trouble?"
See how we are
"Ah, Homeboy… Isn’t that a Mexican name?"
See how we are
We only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are
Oh see how we are
Yeah see how we are
Oh see how we are

Gandul meu – Liviu Teodorescu versuri

Versuri Liviu Teodorescu – Gandul meu

Bagajele-s la usa n-ai decat sa pleci
Vrei sa ma tii pe tusa n-ai decat sa-ncerci.(gandul meu)

In lumea asta mare poti fugi oriunde
Sa-ti faci ascunzatoare sus in varf de munte
Poti sa iesi pe usa dar nu ai cum sa iesi.

Din gandul meu nu mai ai scapare
Din gandul meu nu mai ai scapare din gandul meeeu
Din gandul meeeu din gandul meeeu.

Esti mult prea obosita de cate n-am facut
Masina-i pregatita cat drum ai de batut.

In lumea asta mare poti fugi oriunde
Sa-ti faci ascunzatoare sus in varf de munte
Poti sa iesi pe usa dar nu ai cum sa iesi.

Din gandul meeeu nu mai ai scapare
Versuri-lyrics.info
Din gandul meeeu nu mai ai scapare din gandul meeeu
Din gandul meeeu din gandul meeeu.

Privirea ta femeie e ca o scanteie
Ce cheama toti demonii la joc
Zambetul tau femei e ca o idee
Ce imi face mintea sa ia foc.

Din gandul meeeu nu mai ai scapare
Din gandul meeeu nu mai ai scapare
Din gandul meeeu din gandul meeeu
Din gandul meeeuuu.
Versuri Liviu Teodorescu
Video meu

Miley Cyrus – Party In The U.S.A. (Live)

I hopped off the plane at L.A.X.
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess,
Am I gonna fit in?

Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous

My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feelin’ kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous,
That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio
And a Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on
And the Jay-Z song was on

[Chorus:]
So I put my hands up
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
I’m noddin’ my head like yeah
I’m movin’ my hips like yeah
I got my hands up,
They’re playin’ my song
I know I’m gonna be OK
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA

Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody’s looking at me now
Like "Who’s that chick, that’s rockin’ kicks?
She gotta be from out of town"

So hard with my girls not around me
It’s definitely not a Nashville party
’cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memo

My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feelin’ kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous
That’s when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune
and a Britney song was on
and a Britney song was on
and a Britney song was on

[Chorus]

Feel like hoppin’ on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me every time (every time)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright

[Chorus x2]

Lasa ma n durerea mea – Speak versuri

Versuri Speak – Lasa ma n durerea mea

A mai trecut o zi
Nu s-a schimbat nimic
La atitudinea ta.(lasa ma n durerea mea)

Sincer am obosit
Mereu sa imi promiti
Ca vei fii altcineva.

Nu are rost
Sa ne mintim frumos
Pentru ce-a fost
Acum totul e pe dos.

Te tin de mana, dar nu simti nimic
Nu mai merita sa ma mai implic.

Ce s-a intamplat cu noi doi
Versuri-lyrics.info
Doar tu stii
De ti-ai inchis
Usa inimii.

Am pariat
Totul sau nimic
Nu ma judeca
Nu mai incerca.

Lasa-ma-n durerea mea. (x2)

Am adunat destul
Si nu mai cred ca tu
Vei fi ce mi-ai promis candva.

Mai bine ma retrag
In planul secundar
Te las in lumea ta, dispar.

Nu are rost
Sa ne mintim frumos
Pentru ce-a fost
Acum totul e pe dos.

Te tin de mana, dar nu simti nimic
Nu mai merita sa ma mai implic.

Ce s-a intamplat cu noi doi
Doar tu stii
De ti-ai inchis
Usa inimii.

Am pariat
Totul sau nimic
Nu ma judeca
Nu mai incerca.

Lasa-ma-n durerea meaaa. (x4)
Versuri Speak
Video mea

EarthGang – Mediate (Rags EP)

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Everybody, everybody (uh ok)
Everybody wanna be a nigga, but nobody wanna be a nigga when it’s time to be a nigga
If you thinking it, then say it, when you see a nigga
Please be clear, I rhyme, I do not mind
Read or write the beat then have your girl ride the C train to me to ride the D and give me brain
And you can see the stains I place upon the sheets
Oh, you gon’ come for me?
Well my nigga, you better have an army at least
Or more than a gun for me
I’m more than a man, not a God, but the boy is a man
We ignore all the noise from the outlandish
Standout with the cannon, outstanding, south bandit
Don’t panic, please, ’cause if I get nervous we get un-sturdy and we start to squeeze

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Okay, niggadom
Nigga from nigga slum
Blue tongue, red tongue
Nigga flavors, go ‘head, son, get you some
Nigga got a lot of gifts
But package store was always open
Jail house don’t ever close
And my world view was always shut
Trap spot was always bunkin’
Neighborhood was always crunk
See I was outside riskin’ snakes eyes
With my life chances, stakes high
Only outlet was the moon walk
Michael Jackson dances, so shuck and jive, nigga, bust a nine
Shoot behind the line, my only advances
USA eat me like a cancer
UK eat me like a cancer
Gettin’ money and they tag the crib
Ask King James, "what’s the fucking answer?"
Still a nigga out in Calabasas
Still a nigga when I greet the masses
Oval office, presidential grasses
When I fuck my white girl and I meet her daddy
I know deep down inside, man, he hate that shit
Plotting for the perfect time to bury me
Nigga, please, show ’em the green like a caddy
Venus, Serena them daddy
But that shit don’t change my appearance
Asians like, "That’s my nigga"
Latins like, "That’s my nigga"
White folks like, "That’s my nigga"
‘Til it’s time to die, bye, bye, nigga
Now don’t get offended, I was just giving you hard time
Come to your block, give you hard line
My, did I come at the wrong time?
But see I sent comets to the Earth
Me, I was humming at your birth
I put colors on the spectrum
I let you assign them worth

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
You know I’m here for the nigga shit
Whole life been nigga rich
Since my momma let a project nigga hit
Set it up so when I meet the reaper
Let my son reap the benefits
Nigga shit on social media
Get a nigga pinched, end up in the pen
Surrender your independence ’til the sentence finished
Even with no pot you got a cup to piss in
Burning bridges with my tunnel vision
Bitches leave niggas for cunnilingus
Fuck me like her nigga non-existent
No negativity, niggativity
Why you being silly fucking with me
Giggity giggity
When I’m in the city
They like, Doc you litty
Not as lit as I’m finna be
I just wake up and do shit differently
I can never say they doubted my ability
Along the way some niggas just wasn’t feeling me
Niggas lost faith and quit on me
I just tuck ’em in the back of my memory
One monkey don’t stop no show, my niggas got goals and responsibilities
So you know by any means, really mean any and everything to the team
Nothing off limits nigga, ain’t gon’ keep shit clean
Me and my niggas the niggas that they should’ve never let go free
Niggas got me talking through my teeth like I’m 50 Cent in ’03
Ain’t no Kunta Kinte, nigga Toby what they told me
"What it’s gon’ be?"

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
Looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you
I be looking for peace in America
Looking for peace when I stare at you, ooh
Looking for peace when I stare at you

[Outro: DC Young Fly]
Lift them tities up, thank you
Oh let go then, AY
Finna pick these niggas up
Aye man get the fuck out my way boy this the lyft driver
Yuh, boy I shoot your ass
Aight nigga uhhh
Smoking in the car
I ain’t got no good fucking [?] ay
Cool me up with this shit, eat this shit
He need to come on man ‘fore I cancel the trip
I do need to work though so I ain’t going to cancel it
Come on man, yall niggas come on man
Open the door
Nah I ain’t gettin out my car man I pop the trunk so you could put your shit in there nigga
What you think this is nigga
I’m just your ride, not your chauffeur
Let do it, get in the car boy
Come on man I got AC, Just got it fixed big dawg, lets do it
Uh, get in
There go