Yo, its me, Tobymac and I dont meanto trouble you Im feelin fresher than a night at the W You probably sayin you be hearin quite enough of you With God and your rhymes and that freaky Jesus stuff you do Like always pushin for that racial diversity Leave us alone were at home in our fantasies I know a guy who knows a guy who has brown skin What in his wallet it so happens Im around him Well never be that shinin city on a hill yall Until we show and prove to the people what is real yall Its like were stale dirty water in the tub of life Gimme a fire that inspires all the world tonight Gimme a fire that inspires all the world tonight
I′m hungry yeah I said I′m starving yeah I want some Pizza Coke and ice cream popcorn cotton candy Marshmallows milkshake and peanuts would be so great Pies chips candy apples Twinkies Frosted Flakes And donuts french fries and some chocolate cake with mustard Cookies avocados pancakes pineapple juice Whipped cream on some raw meat That′s not all I could... Eat I′m hungry I want some food for my tum I want some honey roasted walnuts pepperoni slices Pasta and burritos different kinds of rices Cherries dipped in chocolate cottage cheese and jelly Colonel Sander′s chicken still won′t fill my belly Broccoli sticky syrup churros dipped in sauce Drippy sloppy joes then I′m full at last Oh oh oh oh oh oh I′m full at last And I′m full at I′m really really full at And I′m full at last I′m full at I′m really really full at I′m full at last And I′m full at I′m really really full at I′m full at last Full (BURP!)
[Lola] Break it off here, break, break it off there, Break it off here, break, break it off there, Break it off here, break, break it off there, Break it off here, break, break it off there,
Okay ladies, you got your drink in your left hand, Put your right hand on your hip, Now bounce your knees back, alternate back and fourth, And if you′re doing it right, your hips will be doing the same thing, let′s go,
[Pitbull] Cubano, boricua, ay que rica, dale chica, Cubano, boricua, ay que rica!
[Lola] Now don′t tell me that you love me to get with this, You say you stay forever but it don′t make sense, Maybe you′re a balla, I hope you don′t miss, Cause if not you ain′t gonna get none of this,
I only wanna hear swish, I′m a big girl I know what it is, Bentley steering wheel is in that fist, Pick me up at 8, yeah don′t you wish,
Love, Fresh Out the Oven, straight sugar lovin′, to the beat I love it, hey, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, They wanna break it off here, break, break it off there,
Be real, you can say who you are, Everybody say they a doctor at the bar, You gotta look close to find a real superstar, You international, shit I open up the job,
I′m right so far, help yourself and take a look in the mirror, Open up your mouth and stick your tongue out far, Just a little more, okay say ah!
Love, Fresh Out the Oven, straight sugar lovin′, to the beat I love it, hey, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, They wanna break it off here, break, break it off there,
L O V E, let′s not mess around, we both know what we need, Now here is what I want, understand me when I say, Make it last, okay? You say you want the cookie, you gonna have to wait for the cookie, No touchy touchy, only looky looky,
[Pitbull] Mama you S E X Y, lips, eyes, hips, thighs, That′s right, that′s right, that′s right, Kiss the game goodbye, yeah just kiss it, muah, 305, that′s right, that′s right, Na I ain′t Jada, I′m the past, I′m the present, I′m the now, I′m the later,
[Lola] Love, Fresh Out the Oven, straight sugar lovin′, to the beat I love it, hey, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, You wanna break it off here, break, break it off there, They wanna break it off here, break, break it off there,
[Pitbull] Cubano, boricua, ay que rica, dale chica, Cubano, boricua, ay que rica, dale chica.
Yeah uh, something like a motorbike, something like a motorbike Shawty, check it, hey! Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh uh...uh Ooh ooh ooh, ooh oohhh
Lil mama look fresh of the lot so hot Burning rubber like a motorbike ride wid me So clean like d′s on the drop top chop Love ya body work shawty start it up for me Lemme get dem keys sexy wide body 0 to 60 ur beating everybody Let me hear you rev it up gas to the flo′ Take over the role′s baddest at the car show If i gotta spend a night, staring at the custom paint you got Straight up outta magazine on the block Baby come to my shop, girl you safe around the way wid me Just watch how fast shawty goes Fresh of the lot when she rolls Cars ain′t red candy coz She′s so hot she′s perfect for me
Coz she′s fresh of the lot Red candy car Fresh of the lot How fast she goes Fresh of the lot Keepin′ it so new She′s so hot she′s perfect for me Coz she′s fresh of the lot
Switch lanes, let the pipes bust flames Change gears and recline the seats Girl i love the way you handle, looking like a lamborghini Bring it up together top speed Hair blowing through the breeze Top - down Maserati Gran Turismo, know this so you got it Hit the switch and lift it up high as you can go Shut the butterfly doors, park up and jus′ pose If i gotta spend a night, staring at the custom paint you got Straight up outta magazine on the block Baby come to my shop, girl you safe around the way wid me Just watch how fast shawty goes Fresh of the lot when she rolls Cars ain′t red candy coz She′s so hot she′s perfect for me
Coz she′s fresh of the lot Red candy car Fresh of the lot How fast she goes Fresh of the lot Keepin′ it so new She′s so hot she′s perfect for me Coz she′s fresh of the lot
If i gotta spend a night, staring at the custom paint you got Straight up outta magazine on the block Baby come to my shop, girl you safe around the way wid me Just watch how fast shawty goes Fresh of the lot when she rolls Cars ain′t red candy coz She′s so hot she′s perfect for me
Coz she′s fresh of the lot Fresh of the lot Fresh of the lot She′s so hot she′s perfect for me Coz she′s fresh of the lot
1-ый куплет Давайка музыка долби мне по ушам, вали своим потоком,уберай меня в хлам, топчите ножками,машите ручками, минералочка пошла по глотке ушлая... музыка,толпа пропитынна дрянью! people!hello! wow! I love you!!! долбит басами будто бы пружинами, крутим жопой строго по режимы мы!!!
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2-ой куплет Алко алко долбит мне по печени, вот у барной стойки палят меня женщины, ощущение такое что меня все палят, но меня особо это и не парит, давит мне на уши,давит мне на грудь, душно,тесновато,но не в этом суть, пластика и мистика от потолка до пола, моё сердце хочет быть жертвую танцпола...
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три...два...один... ДАВАЙ!!!!!!!!
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Young and different, uh She looked at a condom, uh And could still see the sun, uh Do you remember 21, uh? Can I stay to wait huh? Grow up today huh Can you really blame her? Shit you couldn′t even stay home
When the world feels like it′s coming and And you don′t know what you know And you think about what′s holding you It′s relatives and close Just leave it all behind, you gotta get away You gotta get away Everybody
See the look in my eye, uh I′ve gotta get it out, uh I don′t care if they stare, uh I know life′s not fair, uh I′m gonna play while I′m here, huh I gotta get out, huh Just watch me run away now Uh, you know sometimes you just gotta
HEY! Run away from home Run away from (young, fresh and new) home Run away from home Run away from...
(Got to get away...) I′ve got to get away Hey... (I′ve got to get away...) I′ve got to get away, yeah
HEY! Run away from home Run away from (young, fresh and new) home Run away from home Run away from...
When the world feels like it′s coming and And you don′t know what you know And you think about what′s holding you It′s relatives and close Just leave it all behind, you gotta get away You gotta get away Everybody
(Got to get away...) Gotta get away Hey, hey... (I′ve got to get away...) I′ve got to get away, yeah Hey... But I′ve gotta be young, fresh, and new
HEY! Run away from home Run away from (Young, fresh and new) home Run away from home Run away from...
HEY! Run away from home Run away from home Run away from home Run away from...
HEY! Run away from home Run away from home Run away from home Run away from...
When the world feels like it′s coming and And you don′t know what you know And you think about what′s holding you It′s relatives and close Just leave it all behind, you gotta get away You gotta get away Everybody
(let′s listen to this dramatic show which was popular in the early days of radio)
(Will Smith) Ha ha, unh, yeah yeah Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Little taste of the old school Jazzy Jeff, yo, break it down one time Say what? Unh, unh, unh, unh One for the treble, two for the bass Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince back up in your face Me and Jeff again, Oh my you say 1985 to the Y2K The new millenium, propehicies, I′m fulfillin′ ′em Everywhere I go, people be yelling yo, that′s Will and them (so fresh) I check the rhyme like Quest Some jokes dropped them doo-doo rhymes at my rest The B-I-G, W-I-L-L King of swing, and I rock well The nail in the coffin of your average rapper Jeff do the ditto for your average scratcher Stature of a rapper slash actor Back to the future on wax The future of rap Tap like Gregory Hines, read the headlines Hip-hop′s number one son still shines ′Cause I′m (so fresh) Big Will is (so fresh) Jazzy Jeff is (so fresh) West Philly is (so fresh) Ladies and Gentlemen, Biiiiiz... Marrrr... KIE!
(Biz Markie) Yes y′all and to the funky beat and Everytime you hear me rhyme, y′all be freakin′ The B-I-Z will wreck it, R-O-C-K it You′re guaranteed to like me, for what I am sayin′ To all those other emcees that be tryin′ to get the info Forget the rest ′cause I′m the best, and I′m a nympho- Maniac, insaniac, I′ll put you in a trance and Always keep it tight, cuz, no matter what type was In, you know I′m fresh in flavor Yeah, that′s right, I′m talkin′ ′bout me The R-K-I-E in the place to be I recognize and hypnotize, everytime I tenderize I specialize and open eyes, to make you realize That you′ve been rocked with Jeff′s plain skills The diobolocal, and my man Will And we′re (so fresh)
(Will Smith) Ha, Big Will is (so fresh) Biz Mark is (so fresh) Jazzy Jeff is (so fresh) Biz, do it Whoo, for the old school Unh, unh, ha ha Ladies and gentlemen Rrricky... D!
(Slick Rick) Well once upon a time eccentric head shorty Where people wore pijamas and went to bed early There was a little boy, tight clout that might sprout Tried to help lead black folk the right route Delayed, Negative voices, many, once in prison for unwise choices that heonce made* Divide the men, cops were sent inside of him And seeing the good he had within him, let him out again The life no longer for a big time baller, vic Big Willies like Will Smith now call the kid (yo Rick) So check the gift, everything no negative That′s what happens when you steer black folk away from negative* Not to mention chasin′ charts, killin′ ′em There′ll be a member of the Biz-Mark, Will, and Rick Demise sent, can′t mess with the mindset Come run with us, December 1999 said It′s all because of you, I′m feelin′ sad and blue You went away, now my life is just rainy days I love you so, how much, you′ll never know You took your love away from me Oh oh oh oh You took your love away from me Oh oh oh oh You took your love, you took your love, you took your love You took your love away from me Slick Rick Will Smith Biz Mark
(verse 1) Yea! A-town nigga a nigga dope Boi fresh in dis polo and guess or the guccI and louie shawty aint nuthin less I keep a piece on my side and some beat in my ride the window up when its hot or when its cold outside the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt the paint just drip on the street michael jordan on my feet with a big booty freak to make the pimpin complete I go and pick up big floaty he twistin a swisher slowly bend the corner aint no hatin and all the hoes no me these hoes star struck cause we spendin dem big bucks dis chevy got they attention and fuckin dem hoes up cause I′m
(verse 2) BANKHEAD! guess jeans, fresh white tees and a bubble coat ever slang blow all day at da corner sto′ serve til ya bar get low go and get some mo nigga trap til da yay get sold, plain and simple ho give a damn if it snows, nigga I don dime day old now five days old wit a big bank roll hit da club and pull six stank hoes brang it back to da trap and move six mo o′z they say his shirt so wrinkled and his kicks so old wit no haircut so I′m hood rich tho ho ya mighta seen me in a chevy I got six mo of those and a direct connect wit a brick fa da low
(chorus)
(verse 3) every now and then I ride shotgun I done always been fresh since day one wit da rod livers khakis kangols and polos dese other monkey niggaz tacky like hobos dope Boi fresh or should I say razor sharp catch me in action the definition of pimpin hard lately I been on a roll swooped up them old bo jacksons, sky blue on dem hoes white baseball kangol now I′m spiffy hell I might change clothes to dem smoke grey dickies and dem dope Boi nikes thats how a-town kick it and them ghetto hoes like it, even after the fight and I′m
chorus (3x)
(verse 4) I work a crease on dat biiiiitch cuttin hard like a razor sittin rite on dem nikes like a nigga had a tailor always be dead fresh and I just get cause I′m a player catch me in ben hill or cuttin hoes up in decatur always ridin clean keep da chevy sittin rite da 23s be killin hoes and choppin through the nite jumpin out brand new dem tennis shoes white white if I scuff em fuck em chuck em pull a new pair out da biick (back) hit dat walter wit a stiiick (stack) scrape dat new shit off da riike (rack) just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback) da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black) and a size number seven in dem ben hill heights I stay