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Snoopy

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Met 'n sak biltong het ek Snoopy gelok in my kamer in, ver weg van sy hok Hy lek my vingers en ons begin te speel vertroue verbeter, sy voël gaan ek streel Snoopy, ek is mal oor jou(Snoopy) Jy is my beste mater Snoopy, ek wil jou blow(Snoopy) van nou tot baie later Ek raak aan sy meneer en sien dat hy grom Dit was per abuis! , en my piel trek krom Hy vertrou my nou weer en nou gaan ek slaag diè keer gaan ek aan sy meneertjie knaag Snoopy, ek is mal oor jou(Snoopy) Jy is my beste mater Snoopy, ek wil jou blow(Snoopy) van nou tot baie later Die games raak toe woes en hy raak toe mal hy mik vir my voël want ek beskerm my bal Bloed lê versprei want ek't hom verlei en hy, met sy tande, het my piel afgesny Snoopy, ek is mal oor jou(Snoopy) Jy is my beste mater Snoopy, ek wil jou blow(Snoopy) van nou tot baie later

Mater Vam Jebem

Edo Maajka "No Sikiriki"
Kod nas se od dejtona godine broje, ljudi se ljudi boje i svako glasa za svoje. Brdjani postaju gradjani, do jucer svjetla gasili sjekirama, a sad su u odjelima. Mirnese, sredi ih Mirnese, jebi im mater, ako se ti pocenes prodvat i tebi cu mater jebavat da znas, nije bitna ideologija, bitna je biologija, bitna je genetika balije ustase i cetnika! Svaka ovca svome krdu. Krave uz telad u sarena vrata gledat, jedni drugima mater jebat. Znam ko je poceo rat, znam sta je glad! Znam kad su Seseljevci dosli u moj grad! Pricamo ono kako je sad, slabo se micemo s mjesta, puni smo rupa ko nasa cesta. Cesto vucemo rucnu - vidis svaki biser isli bi naprijed ali volimo taj rikverc. Postalo nam navika da ne radi ni jedna fabrika, maloverzacije presutimo da se ne ljutimo, navikli smo, na gebiru i u miru. Mladi iz zemlje bjeze, izbjeglice se vratit nece ne moraju nek zaradjuju, nek nam salju para mi cemo zivit u mraku i jedni drugima jebavat majku. Cijela drzava placa reket po kucama oruzja - od rata cuje se zveket, imamo mina ko jagoda - pune oranice, ali nece brati gurodovi sto su pravili sadnice! Bole nas kite, imamo resursa vise, pogotovo metala, govana, metana, to je nas zrak i hrana - s tim nas vodje hrane. Ne znam za vas ja sam sit - u mene vise ne stane. Svako kurac u drzavi pusi, zatvara usi. Pred nepoznatim ljudima drzim jezik za zubima da l: selam, zdravo, bog? Kako je pravo? Ne znam vise sta da kazem, u sranju da se ne nadjem. Pas je ujeo bubu, sviraju ratnu trubu, ljude drukcijeg pogleda imaju na zubu, a da im isprave pogled poslace im jedan odred da im zapaljenu kucu gledaju kroz dvogled. Al nema ratne nevjere sto moze unistit temelje, onaj korjen kuce u kojem su nase duse, onu burmu i lanac sto u temelj baci bosanac. kad kucu pravi u temelj dio sebe stavi! Srusi do temelja ne ide! Temelj, on ce ostat vjecan ko Sava... Mater vam jebeeeeeem! Mater vam jebeeeeeem! Mater vam jebeeeeeem! Mater vam jebeeeeeem!

Shaolin Worldwide

WU-TANG CLAN "Iron Flag"
(feat. Street Life) ['Who's the knucklehead wantin respect' -- Ghostface] [sample repeats in background of Street's intro] [Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)] Yo, yo Never doubt the Life (EHHHH! YO!) Yo Who the fuck are you to criticize me Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey Yo (respect, that's my word) [Street Life] Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen All my life I've been poverty stricken Always took what's mines, never was given a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction Concrete composition for emcee's in submission Special edition crash course mission Push through like the task force and crush all competition See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin Greet your man posted up like two little bitches When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Yo, yo Math!) It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder Fear the bow of the silent archer Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter Poison darter, news photographers document the horror While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar Your highnes, the crowd hollar Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the gosha Monster truck crush you imposters [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! [Method Man] I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into Got the Clan jewels as I continue to serve you everythin on that's on the menu with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me Shaolin What Don't get it fucked up and cross me Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy Say it ain't so! Bust the callico Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide It's them kids from the otherside 'Shaolin' Worldwide Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O. Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW! ['wantin respect--wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['Who's the knucklehead wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['wantin respect--wantin respect' -- Ghostface] ['wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the...' -- Ghostface]

Just Ballin'

DO OR DIE "Heads Or Tails"
Chorus So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out So I told you where I hang out Ya got some sellin then Haller my name out Remember man me an you Runnin up out the cain house Nigga just for you I blow his brains out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out Verso One Two of my hommies got killed From the hollow point tips Cepts it looks like hell Three point five million From those narcotic sells Gang signs thats maile Seventy two hours incarcerated All becouse my hood floss bloody body's On the pavement That playa hater shit Is what brings that type of drama What a nigga need to start doin Is just kidnappin your mama Catch me in the game for 8 years So watch my nigga catch stripes In the middle of the night Seein fiends smoke pipes Dub sacks an Coniac helps me deal with these phonies Busters sellin for G's that I stack From the back to ponies I got hommies with L's on they backs Who fell through the crack And hidin shank's under they mattress Where were you When will you realise When cockin Glocks To pop those cops Makes a Mil of these blocks Ride in drop tops Be foolin with G-nocks Dont trust those bitches They choose to squish and let em squeel Go ahead and trust em You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH To tha billi ba-bang The reflections drummin like solo Hold on like En Vogue Put out that Endo Let down the window Tec's to our set Seventeen to mix with the bullshit Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip When you bust at me That nigga slip They steady runnin The gun To keep the nigga off that lay low Got niggs on the pay roll That'll kill when I say so Three hay-lo's It gets so fatel On Warnell talk to no one Sometimes it gets to the point I Cock my ho's see what Im sayin Chorus Verse Two The lord is smokin Thats why my life Has been this livin hell For the thug life up on the street And to the prison cell Unlawfull use is what They caught me with a Tec-9 An do they got probable cause They never did take no time Steady use of prison Took another brothers man hood They choose next time Up under the bench They say its all good But I was young Didnt know any better Although I did comp out the bootcamp Fly to give a brotha seven Years of prison teirs My hommies pourin beers I guess this henny Should be life of what a thug lives My only hurt Maybe wont be my last But heres a tip for these cops Next time Im goin out with a blast So if you look up in this black man's Eyes of straight madness Ready to buck you down Upon the ground For all my past teachers Give your souls up If your showed up Dont hold up We Do or Die And you know we Straight soldiers Chorus Nigga I got your back You got mine Lets keep it comin Throw your guns in the air Uh-uh no time for runnin They'll miss the gunnin Its Do or Die When we ride out Niggero you comin Lets leave the scene And go and hide out An miss the trippin Trippin an clippin Lets get to dippin Mutherfuck gonna die Becouse he lied About my hommie flippin Swole head and a broke jaw Fuck that My nigga you dead an gone But you better believe Im bustin back Aint got no time For individuals Who just wanna trip You done broke his jaw You done broke my law So now I gots to dip Now whip Up on that ass With this nine milla You aint fuckin with a ho You fuckin with a po That be a stone killa My nigga dead an gone So rest in peace an close his casket Thiers plenty more chances If it takes ten years I swear ill kill this basterd To war zone grab that chrome Plus the clip that matches Retalliation is a must Thats why Im kickin asses These BHN they straight be trippin Cus the hood I come from Thats why Im packin Fully be jackin Cus these ho's dont want none Cant get along Keep this mo Im talkin player rythem Got niggas on the side Whose bitin ears By spittin negatism I got my ninner Off of safety Ready to try it out What made me do it It was hood when I ride out From north or south To the east to the west Who rolls the best So fuck your chief His ass gonna die When I load this tec chorus To them niggas in the pen Who got sent up for this bullshit Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger figgas Thats it them niggas loyal to this game And some of these niggas aint your hommies The niggas you think are your hommies are not your hommies So when you look behind your back That mutherfucker might be havin a knife stabbin you So you watch that shit Its real About that pen nigga To the niggas on the street an in the pen yea

I Need Some Blow

Chubb Rock "I Gotta Get Mine Yo"
Just like on A.T.E.E.M, I'm an addict, I'm an adict Back at the crib I just cause nothing but static I think my mama-san is pissed and vexed cause she's had it Snooped and found my stash in the attic Not tickled pink she threw my my shit in the sink My gut is rumbling now I have to think My sister's jewelry, take it, no more jingling On the crazy down low take my mom's wedding ring And float on to the shop called the pawn And he gives me two yards and my disregard to nothing The antonym of a hero I used to be the one now I'm less than zero But I can feel like a million real fast Put my lips on the god damn glass And make a little snow using the snowman I can't help it I need some blow man I used to get A's across the board now it's down to H's And the H's stand for hatred Kicked a lot of bogusness, conned out of rehab It was easy -- my man worked at the lab So I jetted like the Concord but I made a crash landing Got back on the glass cause life is demanding First thing to do now is to get a little pistol I like to smoke blow but I don't like eating gristle So the hoody comes on while I'm hiding in the corner Just run ya doe or your mom will be a mourner The blow make me actlike I don't know And my ego and my moral go into escrow The kid that I robbed the other day was my bro Face covered by the hoody yo should he Care about his worthless bro -- the answer no I can't help it I gotta get some blow My mom was sponsoring a child from Zimbabwe Whem I'm on the pipe man I have to get my way Donating about twenty dollars a week 80 dollars a month for that I get a blunt Everyday I puff several trees What do I care if he eats every other day What am I saying, I can't believe I'm a junkie I can't believe it yo Frank Nitty punch me Suicide is too good, I need something harder Maybe go cold turkey, that'll hurt me Sweat drips on my back I react with a shiver Eye flutters while my mom closes her shutters She doesn't believe that I'm trying -- my body dying She thinks I found a new way of lying While I revolve the revolver, my mom hears the tune I'm sorry mom *BOOM*

Superfreak

Genius "Words from the Genius"
I hopped on the train and cold clocked a chick Who looked good as hell but she appeared to be sick I would say she had to look as if she swallowed a worm Then again she could've swallowed several ounces of sperm Giving me the eye as if I was the right antidote So I decided to swing a smooth episode While the train stopped at Grand Central turn Before I knew her name I was massaging her perm I said, My you look drunk, have you been drinkin alcohol? You got a fever here's an Extra Strength Tylenol She said, Great a comedian, comic She leaned on me, I said, Please don't vomit! She said, I'm not I just need some rest I said, A few more stops, The Genius house is best Got to my rest, her whole attitude change But deep inside, she seemed sexually strange Went in the room and she flopped on the bed With wild-ass thoughts inside her headachish head I went in the kitchen to prepare some food When I came back in she was completely nude I know it sounds weak but believe it or not That the fever in her head ran straight to her twat She was burning! Burning up out It took more, than firemen, to put that out And yo, I was hard, just as hard as a rock That I can hit a home run, with my cock She said, Let me show you what we do uptown I huff and I puff till I blow your balls down Wild as a wolf from off Wilderness Ave She said, My what a great big ahhh! you have I started dripping and dripping in consecutive terms I know we must save water but that does not include sperm Did you ever know a girlie who just loves to switch From a Part Time Lover to a Part Time Bitch While she's loving part time, she's riding on mine She says, I love you long as you keep making me feel fine! In her behind, vagina, or heated climax That I would sew, control, finger then wax Now she's swingin so low yo she flex like wrecks Cuz she can set records on oral sex There's no lie what I said, she lives in the bed If she got married, she'd be a worn out newlywed And if she heard these words yo she would not cry Because sperm, the only damn tears in her eye Her drip-drop face is the one I painted Just stared in her eyes while she damn near fainted As she choked, goggled, then spit up Cuz cream, was flowing, all over her cup On the bathroom floor cuz her parents were home And I just could-n't tolerate her moans and groans Genius, oh Genius, oh rock me so hard! Cuz I don't want to stop, I love you God! But there's one thing she could never erase That the thing she really wanted just sprayed in her face So she regret, she ever swung low before But this little hot bitch comes swingin for more It used to be one, now it's five fingers of death That rips her insides, as she gasp for breath To say, I love you! I love you! Forever so! I'm getting hot getting hot let me blow let me blow What she thought was love, turned out to be lust That made her live by the laws, in sex we trust

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