Goin' Back To Cali
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. hmm, I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin
Growlin, and smilin, while in the sun
The top is down, on the black Corvette
And it's fly, cause it's sittin on Dayton's
Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top
and three girls waiting
VRRRROOM engine's blowin, the chrome, is shining
Passing all the cars on the way
Movement of the wind, back wheels spin
Pop in a cassette and push play
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali - yea y'all, I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali..
I'm going back to Cali, shakin 'em, bakin 'em
Takin 'em to spots they never before hung
?? the place, on Sunset it's a trip
Where the A.C.'s cold, and the girls still strip
The record skip, but this girl kept dancin
Prancin, grindin, grinnin, romancin
I asked her to the barn, so we could hit the hay
I wanna do this, Brutus, but I don't wanna pay
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali - no man I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali..
..
I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising
Advising realizing, she's sizing me up
Her bikini - small; heels - tall
She said, she liked, the ocean
She showed me a beach, gave me a peach
and pulled out the suntan lotion
Now I thought that was fast, but this girl was faster
She's lookin for a real good time
I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise,"
and I ran away with the bottle of wine
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
{*saxophone solo*}
song performed by by LL Cool J
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California Love
California love!
Chorus -- roger troutman
California...knows how to party.
California...knows how to party.
In the citaaay of l.a.
In the citaaay of good ol watts
In the citaaay, the city of compton.
We keep it rockin! we keep it rockin!
(dre)
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state thats untouchable like elliot ness
The track hits ya eardrum, like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
The state where ya never find a dance floor empty.
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends.
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon.
Now its 95
And they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin
Lookin like I robbed liberace.
Its all good, from diego to tha bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a.
Chorus -- roger troutman
California....knows how to party
California....knows how to party
In tha citaaay of la
In tha citaaay of good ol watts
In tha citaaay of compton
We keep it rockin
We keep it rockin
(dre)
Yeah, now make it shake! come on!
Chorus #2 -- roger troutman
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it, shake it baby
Shake shake it, shake it cali
(shake it cali)
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it
Shake shake it mama
Shake it cali
(tupac)
Out on bail
Fresh outta jail
California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene
Im hearin hoochies screamin.
Fiendin for money and alcohol
The life of a west side playa
Where cowards die, its our ball
Only in cali where we riot now rallies are live and die.
In l.a. we wearin chucks not ballies. (yea, thats right)
Dressed in locs and khaki suits
And ride is what we do.
Flossin but havin caution
We can lie with other crews.
Famous because we program
Worldwide
Letem recognize from longbeach to rose grands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam
Its west side
So you know the row wont bow down to no man.
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from dre
Let me serenade the streets of l.a.
From oakland to sacktown
The bay area in bag down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
Chorus -- roger troutman
California.....knows how to party
California.....knows how to party
In tha citaaay of la
In tha citaaay of good ol watts
In tha city of compton
We keep it rockin
We keep it rockin
(dre)
Yeah, yeah now make it shake...uuhhh
Chorus #2 -- roger troutman (2x)
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it
Shake shake it mama, shake it cali
(shake it cali)
Shake shake it baby
(shake it cali)
Shake shake it
Shake shake it mama
(west coast)
Shake it cali
(dre)
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh, yeah
Oaktown
Oakland definately in tha house (hahaha)
Frisko, frisko
(tupac) hey, you know la up in this
Pasadina, where you at ?
Yeah, ingelwood, ingelwood always up to no good
(tupac) even hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where you at ?
Yeah
(tupac)
Throw it up yall, throw it up, throw it up!
I cant see ya! (california love!)
Lets show these fools how we do it on this west side
Cause you and I know its tha best side
(dre)
Yeah, thats riight
West coast, west coast
Uh, california love
California love
Yeah
Chorus -- roger troutman
California...knows how to party. (yeah)
California...knows how to party. (where they at ? )
In the citaaay of l.a. (south central, uh)
In the citaaay of good ol watts (yeah, yeah!)
In the citaaay, the city of compton.
We keep it rockin!
We keepem rockin!
Just come on
Shake shake it baby baby baby
Shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama
The richter scale
Talken about an earthquake on the richter scale
Mmmmmoooooooooooiiiiii
In the city of compton, city of compton
Where tha girls shake their booties
Shake it mama, shake it baby, shake, shake it baby
Shake shake it.....
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Us
Yahya Abdul-Mateen II, Elisabeth Moss, Anna Diop, Lupita Nyong'o, Kara Hayward, Winston Duke, Tim Heidecker, Cali Sheldon
by Jordan Peele from Us (2019)
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Fire
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire!
When I was a youth I used to burn cali weed in a rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a
When I was a youth I used to burn cali weed in a rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a
When I was a youth I used to burn cali weed in a rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a
I am rocking!
When I was a youth I used to burn cali weed in a rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a
Fire - When I was a youth I used to burn cali weed in a - fire -
rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a
Fire - When I was a youth I used to burn cali weed in a - fire -
rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a-rizzler-a
Fire, fire, fire, fire
I am rocking!
Fire!
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire!
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire!
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire!
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire!
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire, fire, fire!
I am the god of hellfire, and I bring you... fire, fire, fire, fire, fire!
song performed by by Prodigy
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I'm Sick
I'm sick of thinking,
Because all I ever think about is you
I'm sick of dreaming,
Because all my dreams are about you
I'm sick of wishing,
Because those wishes will never come true
I'm sick of you,
Because you're all I ever think, dream, or wish about...♥
poem by Cali Stalin
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All Around The World
Swear to God I just touched down
[chorus: jay-z + (latoiya)]
All around the world.. (same song)
Killa cali nigga (same song)
A-t-l (same song)
Real-adelphia.. dude its all around the world
[jay-z]
London, england, south of france
And all points between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when Im out in japan
Im a tokyo giant like ichiro, I am
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and down crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the cap, or capri
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed
Your manll stand manta ray, handlin a steak
And handlin the modern stand about five-eight
Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that
Or Im mixin in switzerland, tryin to buy time
Ballin out in bali when its gorgeous out in cali
Brunchin at the 4 seasons, off the heezy
When its back home nigga back to the zone
Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me
[chorus: jay-z + (latoiya)]
All around the world.. (same song)
Brooklyn bombers (same song)
Detroit players (same song)
Chi-town.. all around the world
[jay-z]
Said its all love, sure club, m-i-a
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
Pool look like a hundred beyonces
A couple fiances, Im the new devante
Come and talk to me mami in the ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she aint too young
Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
Im just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller
Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine
Runnin then I wake up in marthas vineyard
Same boss this year, I think Im gon spend christmas
Reminisce about the time my mom couldnt spend christmas
Now Im gon send her on her own little wish list
Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl
Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy
A ticket and you pay to see d - sweet sade
[latoiya]
Sade, sade, dont you know I love you sweet sade, sade
All around the world
[jay-z]
Said it aint where you from yo its where you at
Real niggaz out in brooklyn, some niggaz dont clap
Its real killers out in cali, some niggaz just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, its all to the good
Real players in the d-twa, some of them throwed
Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined gangsters, come on charlie I know
Shit it aint about your city or borough
Its bout if you really as thorough
And if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you
Real recognize real and you lookin familiar
Ima bed-stuy nigga but I do it to death
I promise Im as st. thomas homey eatin at chefs
One-twelve, a-t-l, the sun up yet?
Then we party like the sun dont set
[latoiya]
We gon take you all around the world.. its the same song (same song)
Everywhere (same song)
Its the same song (same song)
We gon take you all around the world.. same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
All around the world..
song performed by by Jay-Z
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Orinoco Flows
Verse 1:
Let me sail, let me sail, let the orinoco flow,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the yellow sea.
Sail away, sail away, sail away. (x3)
Verse 2:
From bissau to palau - in the shade of avalon,
From fiji to tiree and the isles of ebony,
From peru to cebu hear the power of babylon,
From bali to cali - far beneath the coral sea.
Turning up, turning up, turning up, up I do. ohh. (x3)
Sail away, sail away, sail away. (x3)
Verse 3:
From the north to the south, ebudae into khartoum,
From the deep sea of clouds to the island of the moon,
Carry me on the waves to the land Ive never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands Ive never seen.
We can sail, we can sail... with the orinoco flow
We can sail, we can sail...
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
We can steer, we can near with rob dickins at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye ross and his dependencies
We can sail, we can sail
Sail away , sail away, sail away
We can reach, we can beach on the shores of tripoli.
We can sail, we can sail
Sail away , sail away, sail away
From bali to cali - far beneath the coral sea.
We can sail, we can sail
Sail away , sail away, sail away
From bissau to palau - in the shade of avalon,
We can sail, we can sail
Sail away , sail away, sail away
We can reach, we can beach far beyond the yellow sea.
We can sail, we can sail
Sail away , sail away, sail away
From peru to cebu hear the power of babylon,
We can sail, we can sail
Sail away , sail away, sail away
We can sail, we can sail
Sail away , sail away, sail away (x5)
Ahhah, aahha, ah.
song performed by by Enya
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Deprived daughter of a Homeless
Poor ragged Cali looks in the mirror (lid of a can)
That hangs on the cardboard wall
And she mutters; 'If I become Miss World
And when a handsome tycoon brings a gem studded Crown?
I humbly bow him and test whether it fits for my nutty head.'
*Dedication to the Honourable Governor Mr.Jerry Brown for healthy, wealthy and a beautiful California!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Back Alley Wanderings
It's them back alley wanderin's again-
And i got them sneak around blues
Your footsteps on gravel-crackle heavy
Cigarettes with DNA-foot prints from your shoes;
California boys and their raging Redwoods
Just workin' for: The Man-night and day
Coasting along-biding their criminal time in hours
Starlight shimmers upon your shadows at play;
Norhtern Cali leaves an indeliable mark
Just doin' what he says needs done
Always, most always, in pitch dark-
Packing, but not necessarily, a gun;
Would it totally blow ya away, man
If, i told ya-we know who you are and your aim?
Tell ya-back alley wanderin's ain't very smart...
Especially, now that we have the name of your game;
Got me a real bad case of M.S.-
And tell ya-the H.N. is spotlighted glaringly bright-
Wonder just what he'd tell ya to do?
When ya are finally arrested and questioned tomorrow night;
By: Theodora Onken
March 16,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Risk Is Not Without Equal Risk.
My names John and as much I would like to say yes, I'd have say no. For I don't even know you.
Other then what's plastered across this page.
My age is not fictitious, and I'm not looking to get with some young party girl.
And I've read multiple of your poems and that's what it seems like you are.
As much as I'm not looking.
I am looking for a type, and I already don't think you come even close to fitting that bill.
And the next message will probably not so nice.
But I don't care.
If you can not be honest with yourself then theirs something wrong.
I don't live in a fantasy world.
You live in cali.
I live in pa.
So a lot of the interest dies right there.
I gave up everything for a girl once who lived in Florida, and it left me homeless.
I will never do that again.
Not for something I can not touch, taste, feel.
The words are emotionless and are not real.
Risk is not without equal risk.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I Know You Live A Very Simple Life
i know my friend that
you live a very simple life out there
waking up in the morning
working in the office
buying food in the market
watch tv
sleep early at night
wake up early again
listen to the morning news
a visit in the chapel
work in the office again
a chat with friends
a little drink of cali with them
sometimes
and no broken heart to nourish
like a wound that does not heal.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sure/go to cali/have fun/bring me back/a silver gun/
let me shoot/a hole in the sky/give the moon/another
eye/so I can see/deep inside/in the place/where all
time hides/where people go/after their gone/and love
without love/still marches on/to the tune of a different song/
to the tune of a different song/miss me when your gone/
to the tune of a different song
you left your heart/in san francisco/getting down at the
disco/when she walked up/too your hand/danced you
down/danced you down/when you land/land on me/you see me/
I'm off the wall/against the wall/I can't call/you can't hear/above the
noise/above the sound/she dances you up/she dances you down/
I grab my coat/and then I'm gone/ to the tune of a different song/
to the tune of a different song/miss me when I'm gone/to the tune
of a different song
the holiday covered in snow/now you're back/where'd you go? /
you got a number/she give you her's/was it hot/ what've you got/
did she take your breath away/what have you got to say/did she take your
breath away/on the beach/in the sun/on the sand/on the run/ in the heat/
in the cold/what have you got left to hold/she took your hand/but now she's gone/
and here I stand/life goes on/to the tune of a different song/to the tune of a different
song/miss me when I'm gone/to the tune of a different song
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i know you live a very simple life
i know my friend that
you live a very simple life out there
waking up in the morning
working in the office
buying food in the market
watch tv
sleep early at night
wake up early again
listen to the morning news
a visit in the chapel
work in the office again
a chat with friends
a little drink of cali with them
sometimes
and no broken heart to nourish
like a wound that does not heal.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Intro
intro (featuring cedric the entertainer)
*car engine starts*
*phone rings*
Cedric:
Man, this fool ain't pickin' up.
Nelly on answering machine:
You know who it is. do what you do.
Cedric:
Ey, yo nelly. what's up dog, this ced the entertainer. get at me man. i been
Hollerin' at you. man i been tryin' to call you 'bout three days.
Done called your cell phone, your pager, your voice mail over your mama's
House. your uncle darell and i paged kyjuan like three times. ya'll
Get at me man. i just want to holla at you playa. you know i'm out here in cali
Just doin' it up, hangin' out here. you know. chillin'. trying to
Do a little tv. you know how i do it. rollin' round here in a big body benz wit
Two dollars worth of gas. ha. who said it won't no future in your
Front? getting ready to put it down like that with that country grammer right.
I heard about it, using them words like st. louis. herre. therre.
Put them two capitol r's and evr' thang. ha. i feel you on that right. i feel
You so just get at me so i can do a lil somethin' for you, flip a few
Thangs. just call me back. whatever. you can't get me, call over my mama's
House, they know how to page me. they a page me to yo number
Then i call you back or you could just page my cousin keith and he'll call my
Cousin lil darrell who got my real pager number and then i'll you back
On his cell phone. he he. whatever you do playa, do it st. louis style. put it
Down for the stl ight. now get at me.
song performed by by Nelly
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Uuhhh
Can you feel it baby (Kel Spencer) Uh
* take me away*
Flow crazy make em say(Kel) Uh
Make it hot
*Take me away*
Flow crazy make em say Uh
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Uh (ah)
Been to the mountain top down to the valley
Illadelph to Cali
Y'all feel me like harry felt Sally
Clothes exotic
Flows erotic
No jewels
That's for them fools who ain't got it
Wrapped to my own sitcom
Now I just sit calm
Watching y'all respond to my july 4 bomb (ooh)
Yeah I'm a nice kid
But heres some advice kid
Don't get me hyped I set it off like my wife did
Plan down pat like Sajak
Wheel of fortune away
Price ain't right I don't play
Find yourself in jeopardy
The first clue
What is Will Smith?
Hot to def not you
I'm like a Porsche you a Pinto
You like a tiny figurine
song performed by by Will Smith from Willennium
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Frosty on His Flag (Clementine Sweet)
frosty is lonely
he hangs from a winter blue flag by a pink-roofed house
being blown by a salt-sea breeze
he has no snow people to talk to
he ripples his cloth edges among the sky-high palm trees and
above the candy-green grass
frosty is an outcast
to contrast the deep blue of his flag lies the pale desert sky,
shot through with bright Cali sunshine
frosty is a picture of out-of-placement:
he hangs and he hangs
he sighs and he sighs
all the while homesick
all the while thinking
that sometimes, sometimes
irony is clementine sweet
poem by Gina Prettybrowneyes
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Klack
Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time
It seem like the whole world waitin on the West coast
We missed you.. welcome back - let's go!
Uhh, yeah that, new West
Yes
C'mon, uhh
Uhh
Here we go - Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang
Uhh, yeah that
Yes
Klack, klack - klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack, uhh c'mon
Yeah, uhh
YEAH! YEAH!!!
[Xzibit]
Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out
When vocal chords spit cold sh*t they never thaw out
Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out
Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout
Full body armor with bangers, we goin all out
Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out
Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out
Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out
Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route
Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out
I know you ain't f**kin with me dawg (c'mon NOW)
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out
Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out
Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought
Show you what this gangster killa Cali is all about
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
KLACK - for the niggaz that bang in the inner city and
KLACK - for the enemies creepin to come and get me
Be thankful, if you get away alive
You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin die, so keep it movin
[Xzibit]
Yo! You don't like how I'm livin well f**k YOU
Nastradamus style, make every line come through
Don't make me spit predict your last action
Last man standin (yeah) last man laughin (yeah)
Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (CLICK!)
Hit you long range, high powered, 30-30 sh*t
If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle
Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!)
Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden
to swoop down and crash your party
All bark no bite (SHIIIT!) we don't bark nigga
We bite to the white then shake 'til the afterlife
Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy?
Make you wanna drop e'rything and move to Cali
We classic, go 'head, speak my name
And I'ma lay your ass down like the All Star game, c'mon
[Chorus]
[possibly Strong Arm - uncredited]
Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade
b*tch-made niggaz get, hit with a hand grenade
Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road
and I'm back in the hood lookin for somethin to smoke
Everytime, I use the element of surprise
With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide
I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts
Get locked but, when I'm released I'm back at it
See, Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and
Phil got the customers comin to get it early we
came a long way from po-lice chasin us
for dope in our socks and angel dust
Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin they titties
This, mac'll have you b*tch niggaz runnin like P. Diddy
I'll bang you, comin out the side of your mouth
We the reason why you stay in the house, Stizzle, Gang
[Chorus]
song performed by by Xzibit
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Klack
Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time
It seem like the whole world waitin on the West coast
We missed you.. welcome back - let's go!
Uhh, yeah that, new West
Yes
C'mon, uhh
Uhh
Here we go - Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang
Uhh, yeah that
Yes
Klack, klack - klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack, uhh c'mon
Yeah, uhh
YEAH! YEAH!!!
[Xzibit]
Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out
When vocal chords spit cold sh*t they never thaw out
Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out
Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout
Full body armor with bangers, we goin all out
Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out
Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out
Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out
Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route
Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out
I know you ain't f**kin with me dawg (c'mon NOW)
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out
Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out
Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought
Show you what this gangster killa Cali is all about
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
KLACK - for the niggaz that bang in the inner city and
KLACK - for the enemies creepin to come and get me
Be thankful, if you get away alive
You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin die, so keep it movin
[Xzibit]
Yo! You don't like how I'm livin well f**k YOU
Nastradamus style, make every line come through
Don't make me spit predict your last action
Last man standin (yeah) last man laughin (yeah)
Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (CLICK!)
Hit you long range, high powered, 30-30 sh*t
If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle
Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!)
Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden
to swoop down and crash your party
All bark no bite (SHIIIT!) we don't bark nigga
We bite to the white then shake 'til the afterlife
Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy?
Make you wanna drop e'rything and move to Cali
We classic, go 'head, speak my name
And I'ma lay your ass down like the All Star game, c'mon
[Chorus]
[possibly Strong Arm - uncredited]
Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade
b*tch-made niggaz get, hit with a hand grenade
Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road
and I'm back in the hood lookin for somethin to smoke
Everytime, I use the element of surprise
With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide
I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts
Get locked but, when I'm released I'm back at it
See, Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and
Phil got the customers comin to get it early we
came a long way from po-lice chasin us
for dope in our socks and angel dust
Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin they titties
This, mac'll have you b*tch niggaz runnin like P. Diddy
I'll bang you, comin out the side of your mouth
We the reason why you stay in the house, Stizzle, Gang
[Chorus]
song performed by by Xzibit
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If
[Intro - Nelly]
Dirty E N T
We All We Got
StarTracks on the G-M-B
[Verse 1]
I'm not the man sittin' next to the man
But I'm the man sittin' wonderin if I'ma ever see you again
If imma ever get the chance to hug and squeeze you again...
I swear never leave you again
You ain't gotta worry bout it (Woo)
Dirty is simple man
I run up on you, "man and all", I ain't no minute man
A G-4 headin' straight for Switzerland
Or independent 8-Mile down to Michigan
She so sit (man) an S-T-L Hottie
Apple bottom demin
The flyest thang in the party
Baby last could it be Mo-Lotte?
Got mo' back than she got body (Eh!)
Fall back, get 'Cris and drin' it up
Tomorrow hit the mall
And 'Cris you d-it up
Credit card to the max
Come Back!
I re. it up
If I'm movin' too fast fo' ya
Hurry to speed it up
Or ease up, whichever one you prefer
The yellow diamonds or the whites
Whichever one you prefer
Cali we do the drop
New York we do the furr
East Coast West Coast whichever one you prefer!
[Chorus]
(If I could...)
Take you...
Around the world...
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl...)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Would you still be my girl?)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
[Verse 2]
No NBA but I can handle rock
I'm a different kindda' balla' baby, feel or not (Feel or not)
Yea I'm a playa' and I crush a lot
I also puff a lot
But I'll stop if you fuss a lot
Err-thing I done done you ain't satisfied
And you don't wanna' answer to my "Who's?" and my "Why's?" (Eh)
Just loan me back my keys to my CL55
Better hurry the bus leave at 7:55 (55)
WE OFF THAT
Take you to the field, ma
Let you ride horse back
Yea I'm 50 miles from the arch and all that
But from the bedroom, balcony, you can see all that
I can see you pointin' now like
"What do you call that?"
Got all these damn cars
"Where the hell do ya' park at?"
We used to ask "What it cost?"
Now it ain't no more a'that
I made it so ya' own mama call ya "It's all crap"
[Chorus]
(If I could...)
Take you...
Around the world...
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl...)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Would you still be my girl?)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
[Verse 3]
Take you (take you)
Girl if I couldn't
Take you (take you)
If I couldn't
Take you around the world
Tell me would you still be my girl?
If I couldn't
Take you (take you)
No way to
Take you (take you)
Girl if I couldn't
Take you around the world
Tell me would you still be my girl?
[Chorus - Repeat until fade out]
(If I could...)
Take you...
Around the world...
(Take you around that w-orld
Then shorty would you be my girl...)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo)
Big jewelry with diamonds, girl
(Would you still be my girl?)
Hey
(Would you be my?)
song performed by by Nelly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Same Situation
Again and again the same situation
For so many years
Tethered to a ringing telephone
In a room full ot mirrors
A pretty girl in your bathroom
Checking out her sex appeal
I asked myself when you said you loved me
Do you think this can be real?
Still I sent up my prayer
Wondering where it had to go
With heaven full of astronauts
And the lord on death row
While the millions of his lost and lonely ones
Cali out and clamour to be found
Caught in their struggle for higher positions
And their search for love that sticks around
Youve had lots of lovely women
Now you turn your gaze to me
Weighing the beauty and the imperfection
To see if Im worthy
Like the church
Like a cop
Like a mother
You want me to be truthful
Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
And I need your approval
Still I sent up my prayer
Wondering who was there to hear
I said send me somebody
Whos strong, and somewhat sincere
With the millions of the lost and lonely ones
I called out to be released
Caught in my struggle for higher achievements
And my search for love
That dont seem to cease
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dont Worry
Theres no need for you,
Baby,
It aint what you think,
So dont worry,
[verse 1]
You remember back in the day when,
We thought it was special,
When we always stayed down,
No matter where we went youd stay in touch,
Two people that were just so in love,
Now you probably aint feelin much,
Like things aint really been the way they used to be,
And you say it seems like I changed,
But Im still the same.
[chorus (2x)]
Theres no need for you,
(to worry bout me)
Baby,
(dont worry bout me)
It aint what you think,
(you still got me)
So dont worry,
(dont worry bout, dont worry bout me)
Even though it seems,
(youre losing me)
And things,
(aint what they used to be)
Baby,
(I aint gonna leave)
Dont worry,
(dont worry bout, dont worry bout me)
[verse 2]
I was headin out to cali,
For a show,
Said that on tuesday,
Id be home,
Left a message on your voicemail
Sayin Id call you later,
To inform you Im alright,
Now you callin,
Just to tell me that you heard,
I was seen in a bentley with my girls,
So Im on my way to a spot where people hang,
But nothings changed.
[chorus (2x)]
[bridge]
Theres no need to
Worry bout what
I do when Im away.
(dont worry bout a damn thing)
Dont worry bout what I do in my time,
(dont worry bout a damn thing)
Dont worry bout how I do when I put it down,
(dont worry bout a damn thing)
Trust in my everythings gonna be alright,
Gonna work it out, be home tonight.
[chorus (2x)]
song performed by by Aaliyah
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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