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Четверг, 05 Апреля 2007 г. 13:30 + в цитатник
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Listen,
To the song here in my heart
A melody I've start
But can't complete

Listen, to the sound from deep within
It's only beginning
To find release

Oh,
the time has come
for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own
all cause you won't
Listen....

[Chorus]
Listen,
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home, in my own home
And I tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Oh,
Now I'm done believin you
You don't know what I'm feelin
I'm more than what, you made of me
I followed the voice
you gave to me
But now I gotta find, my own..

You should have listened
There is someone here inside
Someone I'd thought had died
Sooo long ago

Ohh I'm free now and my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside on words
Into your arms
All cause you won't
Listen...

[Chorus]

I don't know where I belong
But i'll be movin on
If you don't....
If you won't....

LISTEN!!!...
To the song here in my heart
A melody I've start
But I will complete

Oh,
Now i'm done believin you
You dont know what I'm feelin
I'm more than what, you made of me
I followed the voice, you think you gave to me
But now I gotta find, my own..
my ownn...
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мм....такая класная песенка....

Дневник

Четверг, 12 Октября 2006 г. 19:53 + в цитатник
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hands up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Haha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they don't see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
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Среда, 04 Октября 2006 г. 09:36 + в цитатник
Chorus 2x]
I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe (uh huh)
But you keep frontin' (uh)
Sayin' what you gon' do to me (uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothin' (uh)

Typical and hardly the type I fall for
I'm liking the physical, don't leave me askin' for more
I'm a sexy mama (mama)
Who knows just how to get what I wanna (wanna)
What I wanna do is bring this on ya (on ya)
Backup all the things that I told ya (told ya, told ya, told ya)
You been sayin' all the right things all night long
But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off

Baby can't you see (see)
How these clothes are fittin' on me (me)
And the heat comin' from this beat (beat)
I'm about to blow, I don't think you know

[Chorus 2x]
I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe (uh huh)
But you keep frontin' (uh)
Sayin' what you gon' do to me (uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothin' (uh)

You say you're a big boy, but I can't agree
Cuz the love you said you had ain't been put on me
I wonder (wonder)
If I'm just too much for you, wonder (wonder)
If my kiss don't make you just wonder (wonder)
What I got next for you
What you wanna do
Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours
I can see just like most guys
That your game don't please

Baby can't you see (see)
How these clothes are fittin' on me (me)
And the heat comin' from this beat (beat)
I'm about to blow, I don't think you know

[Chorus 2x]
I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe (uh huh)
But you keep frontin' (uh)
Sayin' what you gon' do to me (uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothin' (uh)

Come on baby loosen up my buttons babe
(loosen up my buttons babe)
Baby won't you loosen up my buttons babe
(loosen up my buttons babe)
Come on baby loosen up my buttons babe
(loosen up my buttons babe)
Baby won't you loosen up my buttons babe
(loosen up my buttons babe)

[Chorus 4x]
I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe (uh huh)
But you keep frontin' (uh)
Sayin' what you gon' do to me (uh huh)
But I ain't seen nothin' (uh)

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Понедельник, 02 Октября 2006 г. 08:31 + в цитатник

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door
she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
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Дневник

Пятница, 01 Сентября 2006 г. 02:09 + в цитатник
P.I.M.P. (оригинал 50 Cent)
[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH


С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р (перевод)
[Припев]
Не знаю, что ты обо мне слышала,
Но ни одна су*а не получит от меня и копейки.
Ни Кадиллака, ни бесплатных визитов в салон красоты. Неужели ты не видишь,
Что я чёртов С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р?
[Повтор]

[1-ый куплет]
Сейчас эта коротышка в клубе, она танцует за деньги.
У неё пристрастие к Gucci, Fendi, Prada,
BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana.
Она удовлетворяет их глупые фантазии, а они платят ей, потому что хотят платить.
Я шепнул ей кое-что, и моя игра её заинтриговала.
Час спустя я отымел эту поп*у в Рамаде,
А слабаки-ниге*ы говорили ей на ухо, что думают о ней.
Я снял эту су*у, предложив ей выпить в баре.
Ей понравился мой стиль, моя улыбка, моя речь.
Она сама из деревни, поэтому я думаю, что нравлюсь ей, потому что я из Нью-Йорка.
Я не из тех ниге*ов, которые орут, когда им хочется минет.
Я отношусь к тем, кто орёт, когда им нужно заработать на хлеб.
Но я мог бы быть менее требовательным к тому, какова она в постели.
Су*а, выйди на дорогу, найди клиента, а затем заплати малышу.
Смотри, детка, это просто. Ты не понимаешь этого,
Но ты тра*****ся со мной, ты тра*****ся с С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р-О-М.

[Припев]

[2-ой куплет]
Деньги всегда при мне, видишь, детка, ты можешь орать на меня.
Ты тра*****ся со мной, а я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Я не то, что ты видишь по ТВ: не Кадиллак
И не сальная башка. Су*а, я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Давай, получи от меня денег, если тебе любопытно,
Каково это – переспать с С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р-О-М.
Прокатись мо мной на Мерсе. Ты сможешь посмотреть телевизор
На заднем сиденье моей тачки, я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Детка, мы могли бы распить бутылку шампанского и устроить пиршество,
Мы могли бы выпить за хорошую жизнь, детка, мы могли бы проделать всё это.
Мы могли бы потратить кучу денег, раскупив торговый центр.
Если тебе кто-то нужен, то зови меня.
Я буду поддерживать тебя в трудные минуты.
Если у тебя будут проблемы, я разрешу их, будь они серьёзные или не очень.
А тот, другой, ниге*, который рядом с тобой, он мне и в подмётки не годится.
Я твой друг, твой отец, тот, кому ты можешь доверять, СУ*А.

[Припев]

[3-ий куплет]
Придурки, я вам уже говорил, что я всегда упакован.
У меня есть Мерс, немного ценных вещиц и украшений.
Я ору на шлю*, пока не доведу их до конфуза.
Услуги сук я не оплачиваю, зато я покупаю ботинки из крокодильей кожи
И изделия из шиншиллы (летом мех стоит дешевле).
Кореш, ты можешь иметь эту шлю*у. Когда я закончу, я не собираюсь оставлять её.
Кореш, су*и приходят и уходят, это знает каждый сутенёр.
Ты говоришь, что это нужно держать в секрете, но ты не должен молчать об этом.
Су*а, выбери меня, и я заставлю тебя раздеться посреди улицы,
Опустить остальных моих шлю*. Я отшлёпаю тебя по зад**це.
А теперь обрежь мой зад, су*а, это всегда приносит мне денег.
Последний ниге*, с которым она была, наложил ей на голову швы.
Пусть твоя шлю*а останется в убытке, я заставлю её платить,
Потому что мне нужны 4 телевизора и полная стереосистема на шестерых.
Шлю*а, сделай сутенёра богатым. Я не стану платить, су*а.
Найди себе клиента, отсо*и у него, делай всякие фокусы.

[Припев]

Да, говорят, что в Голливуде нет бизнеса лучше, чем шоу-бизнес.
В моём районе говорят, что нет бизнеса лучше проституции, вот так.
Говорят, что я слишком быстро говорю. Если ты не догоняешь,
Я не стану говорить медленнее, чтобы ты всё поняла, СУ*А.

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