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JIN lyrics - The Rest Is History

Thank You

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This feels good right here, just happy to be here, I mean I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference Whether small or big, damn, where should I start though? First and foremost I gotta give praise To the Lord above and His Almighty ways Blessin' me with the gift to lift spirits And evoke emotions through these words everytime you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we're grateful you know Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor Taught me the basic survival tools Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation Bible school Mr. Diskin for more than passin' grades And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street We goin' to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek In the beginnin', no one was on Jin's side folks Bar and Amory, whoa Bundy that's an inside joke Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream Chilled with my wall click, Bryan, Cedric and Jean So when I moved to NY chose to invest in a few One love to Patricia, Ben and the rest of the crew To be loved is a privilige, that's what I was told A gem from my man unless more precious than gold Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down at Ho Yips To Dee Waah Chivon and the rest of the deans For believing in a young man obsessed with a dream Allowin' me to write history create my own chapter All original ryders and the generation after The double R staff my thanks worth a million And the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin' You could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots Know how I came up, I'll never abandon my roots Yeah, C Rayz, Poison Pen for sharing the stage Shouts to stronghold, tone and the rest of the plague Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya Vice versus, eye to eye, E-O dub regulars My man J pure for bringin' the heat right And the rest of the poets, chillin' under streetlights Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners Enough, felli fell and all the heavy hitters Kubichi K Sly hold me down in L.A. Might catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay Then it's off to the wake up show with tech and sway Or big nat and foot out in VA It's damn near tradition to kick a freestyle Anytime I'm with Eddie Francis out in Seatown Can't forget hometeam as high as I be Supa Cindy, Big Lip and DJ Irie The club and mixtape DJ's that break records 'Cause thanks to them we've heard some great records Shouts out to the technicians they get props Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops Bob Collina, the only one to call Anytime ya boy Jin gota run in with the law Bert Padell A K A Big Babe Ruth Got the brinks truck outside, let's get paid loot 6 4 6 6, the trips back and forth From the studio to the crib, I'm never slackin' off How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai? Boondo, Randy, Feron just a few of my Close associates that I love to see School me to the game like Joe box and Brother E Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows To the rest of 176, tato "Holla front dot com" go register today Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J Keepin' me fresh Ellis at the barbershop Coast to coast, lifestyles reppin' the R alot My man cartoon bringin' the fresh sound Cookie and mag OG's holdin' the West down And of course Swizz Blocks, Carl, climax Far east movement, they got what ya minds lack T dot Montreal where I keep mass appeal Romero, baby you, R G and Neil It pays to keep it real even more to be sincere Thanks to B E T for jump startin' my career As for one oh six who they askin' about Free and A J can't wait to see yall back on the couch And MTV for givin' advance warnings John Singleton plus the chance at performin' The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe The truth, the lies, the layout in rides For every write up forever in context King magazine Elle girl and complex To all the producers for providin' the beats Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and Elite JR, Wyclef, Kanye, can I rep This is real hip hop be damned if I let Y'all tell me otherwise 'cause we so live This one's for 954 and 305 All the way to 718 and 212 And if you ever showed love this one's for you But I gota say thanks even those that hated 'Cause, 'cause ya'll kept me motivated {You see, lot times People dont appreciate the love and support That they get from they family an' friends Haters and all they are locked into but not me} {See I never take none of that for granted So I knew I had to take a moment And atleast let ya'll know how I felt about it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all 'Cause when I'm sure there is no me Oh my cha I can't forget about you I know when you make sinners down You doin' a real good job on that I know I probaly forgot a ton of people But don't think that you know count it Anyway you want, it's just that It's a lot goin' on right now I got my element Little bit of Henessee left in my cup No I don't even drink like that I love ya, the rest is history baby I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

An Roghain Dain Do Eimhir XXII (The Choice)

JULIE FOWLIS "Gach Sgeul / Every Story"
Choisich mi cuide ri mo thuigse a-muigh ri taobh a’ chuain; bha sinn còmhla ach bha ise a’ fuireach tiotan bhuam. An sin thionndaidh i ag ràdha: A bheil e fìor gun cual thu gu bheil do ghaol geal àlainn a’ pòsadh tràth Diluain? Bhac mi ‘n cridhe bha ‘g èirigh ‘nam bhroilleach reubte luath is thubhairt mi: Tha mi cinnteach; carson bu bhreug e bhuam? Ciamar a smaoinichinn gun glacainn an rionnag leugach òir, gum beirinn oirre ‘s gun cuirinn i gu ciallach ‘na mo phòc? Cha d’ ghabh mise bàs croinn-ceusaidh an èiginn chruaidh na Spàinn is ciamar sin bhiodh dùil agam ri aon duais ùir an dàin? Cha do lean mi ach an t-slighe chrìon bheag ìosal thioram thlàth, is ciamar sin a choinnichinn ri beithir-theine ghràidh? Ach nan robh ‘n roghainn rithist dhomh ‘s mi ‘m sheasamh air an àird, leumainn à neamh no iutharna le spiorad ‘s cridhe slàn. [Translation:] I walked with my reason out beside the sea. We were together but it was keeping a little distance from me. Then it turned saying: is it true you heard that your beautiful white love is getting married early on Monday? I checked the heart that was rising in my torn swift breast and I said: most likely; why should I lie about it? How should I think that I would grab the radiant golden star, that I would catch it and put it prudently in my pocket I did not take a cross’s death in the hard extremity of Spain and how then should I expect the one new prize of fate? I followed only a way that was small, mean, low, dry, lukewarm, and how then should I meet the thunderbolt of love? But if I had the choice again and stood on that headland, I would leap from heaven or hell with a whole spirit and heart.

Coming 2 America

LUDACRIS "Word Of Mouf"
The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay. Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches! [Ludacris] These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn! They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty; what I'm 'sposed to do It's such a sweet thang Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L; if you disagree don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash And even got my coats bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real. Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga; man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain't hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris. 'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU! [Ludacris] Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause he is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin Ha ha I be fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean I'm sayin, I used to just () now home come through he want filters a purple, he want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it man, I woulda sold him a Coupe () we coulda played with, yaseewhatI'msayin [Ludacris] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that Where they kick it at And a lot of people just don't know Shady Park you heard just don't go Quick to flip the bird up po'-po' Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show! Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak Tons of fun with guns Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare Come on, FIRE! And you know I can't stop 'til I re-TIRE! Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES! Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you know it's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five, and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem real niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or () Boulder to shave! Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down that ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.

Welcome To America

NELLY
The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay. Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches! [Ludacris] These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn! They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty; what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L; if you disagree don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash And even got my coats bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real. Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga; man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain't hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris. 'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU! [Ludacris] Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause he is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I used to just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple, he want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it man, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with, yaseewhatI'msayin? [Ludacris] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know Shady Park you heard just don't go Quick to flip the bird up po'-po' Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show! Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go? Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak Tons of fun with guns Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare Come on, FIRE! And you know I can't stop 'til I re-TIRE! Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES! Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you know it's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five, and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem real niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave! Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down that ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.

So What You Wanna Do

Lil' Rob
[Lil' Rob] Hey what's up baby Yeah, they call me Lil' Rob Yeah, that's me Kicking back with my homeboy Royal T And my homeboy Yogi You know what I mean San Diego's finest, you know what I'm saying What's your name [Lil' Rob] Como te llamas, perdonan mis vapas Donde estavas en toda mi vida I've never seen a señorita more bonita My name is Lil' Rob, nice to mean ya Wish that I could eat ya, keep you to myself, to myself, to the side You says lets hold off things for the ride, much obliged You replied if you decide to see me again Just give me a ring, I'm sitting for a frigging weekend You're my freaky bona, cabrona, chichona, pinche nalgona I've got what you want, and you've got what I want We both like what we see, I like the way you love me With you soft Brown skin, Mexican, big brown eyes As I trip on with Mary Wells to that one guy, Miles Standby When I tell you to jump you ask how high Even if I expect you to fly, it's time for me to fly But you tell me what's so good about good-bye [Chorus x2: Lil' Rob] I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down (So what you wanna do) I can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down (So what you wanna do) [Royal T] I blow hynas like golf reel, long and slow Cuz I'm dangerous like a SEAL, when I get at a hoe Guaranteed to get her wet like a walk in the rain And after we stroke they be like What's your name? I say Mr. Sancho, the one hitter then quitter The True Player baby, the puss go-getter See my Lex in eighteens, you know what that means Another day, a few more hoes when I come up on the scene Ain't no player in the streets who play the game like me You tight? You might be, but like me? That's unlikely Better hose it down cuz I holds that crown And I never player hate because I hold my ground They call me papi from San Diego to Puerto Rico And everybody knows ain't no guarantee like Chico Five minutes of converstation and that's all she wrote Sipping Alize, puffing hydro smoke [Chorus x2] [Lil' Rob] Let's get down, that's right San Diego Clique Don't act like you don't know us Lil' Rob, Royal T, Mr. Yogi Ponle [Yogi] Shave my head pelon for the get up and go look Hit the avenue, I'm putting freaks in my phonebook You know I just be chilling with my cousin Rancho You wasn't trying to deal with me before my demo But now you be screaming out Papi, te quiero Trying to front like you got class, but you just ghetto I love pretty things on the dance floor Glitter on your chest, g-strings, and platforms You know the type of babydoll that make your knees weak Sipping mixed drinks, real super freaks The type of broads like like to chill in Mexico Acting stuck up, sporting them sexy clothes Knew her when she was chica, mira que bonita Now she's with amigas, me rolling with clickas I'ma juela la jolita, what's up mamacita I be trying to maintain, just chilling in my villa [Chorus x4]

Radiation Ranch

Brian Setzer Orchestra "Red Lightning Blues"
You got me jumpin' like a cat strung up on a wire Waiting for the sandman to put me to sleep I got a no show take it slow waiting for the whistle blow No where job on a dead end street You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds Gotta get movin' to the underground But I gotta woman gonna love me through the night Slippin' and slidin' and holding me tight Well here it comes again another Saturday night Pour another drink I hope I make it home allright Oh boy oh boy gotta keep headin' for the state line Makin' time gotta meet a friend of mine My old Ford runs fine I gotta say Got a new set of plugs I wish the rain would go away A hundred U.F.O.'s by the Holiday Inn I should really go to sleep but baby here I go again Well take me the hotel no one's there oh well Whatever happened to news on the radio Every little place in this little town Looks like a bomb just leveled to the ground Drivin' through Jersey headed for D.C. look at all the boarded up factories All the kings men have a summerhouse in France But you and me live on the radiation ranch

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