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Warren G - I want it all (remix) lyrics

Warren G - I want it all (remix) lyrics



I want it all (remix) by Warren G


featuring Mack 10
[Warren G]
What's up?
This Warren G chillin' with the home boy Mack 10
We gon' lay a lil' sumpin' down for y'all
Let y'all know what time it is
Show you how we keepin' it real wit' it
You know, cuz this world is built on material thangs
But we ain't trippin' off that
We want y'all to know this, check it
[Chorus- Warren G]
I want it all; money, fast cars
Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne
sh*t, everydamn thing
I want it all; houses, expenses
My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz's
I want it all; brand new socks and draws
And I'm bawlin everytime I stop and talk to y'all
I want it all, all, all, all
I want it all, all, all, all, all
[Warren G]
They say, 'There go Warren G with that envious stare'
I love this game too much, I wish these haters wasn't here
It's a shame, we came too far to turn back
It's a cold world, it gets so hard, you learned that
Won't fall tryin' to walk from crawl
Tryin' to hustle up from broke to ballin'
And, yeah, y'all in effect that's all me
The jiggy G-Z, all my niggas that keep it real and do it easy
Believe me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy
And sh*t stink, so if you plan a lick and hit a bank
And get away, or get gaffled the very next day
Don't cry, hold your head up high
And remember what you told yourself
I said remember what you told yourself
I said remember what you told yourself
I said remember what you told yourself
Ha ha
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
I want it all, so I got to wake up and ball
And thanks to y'all, I got plaques on the wall
Mack 10 laced with the know how to paper chase
Crushed ice, throw my Rollie face in the platinum fan base
>From net workin' and hustlin', no doubt, I got slout
And live the lifestyle that Robin Leech talkin' about
Slow down, player, don't hate cuz you can't relate
The Bentley Coupes and kickin' gears on Harley's with the straights
I got more lime light than Vegas on cable
Willing enable to shoot, seen nervios at the cr*ps table
And while you can't get off the ground, I'm getting high
f**kin' fly and fly, with desire to build an empire
I strapped up and took flight like a missle
Told them loud and clear as a whistle 'Hoo Bangin' is official'
Handing out gold medallions at roll-call
I'ma ball and never fall cuz Mack 10 want it all
[Chorus]
[Warren G]
Me and 10 get paid escapade to the spot
We hots like rocks served on hot blocks
I notice money make the world circulate
So we gon' stack and stack and take a sip in ?Perkle Lake?
Bump, let the woofers sub (sub), show the homies love (love)
Warren to the G (G), and Little G-Dub (Dub)
Surface on the low, slide or don't slide at all
Ride or don't ride at all
Ha ha
[Mack 10]
Warren, I couldn't be more serious about my 'fetti
I stay tight on the mic and keep the pen movin' steady
I want it all, dawg, and it might be greed
I hate to trip, but I got two little mouths to feed
They don't know nuttin' about no excuses and disrespect
Or somebody bein' zig with they Daddy's royalty check
And at that point, I'm through talkin', dawg, enough said
So, if you owe Mack money, then I suggest you break bread
[Chorus]
[Warren G] [Mack 10]
Mack 10 What up? I know
The paper's out there, ha ha Yeah, Warren G
What up? You know
The paper's out there, ha ha Yeah
G Funk What up? You know
The paper's out there, ha ha That's right
What? Hoo Bangin' What up? We know
The paper's out there, ha ha That's right, what?
The whole world
Paper's out there Speak on it
Ha ha
All the hood
Paper's out there

Warren G - Runnin' Wit No Breaks lyrics

Warren G - Runnin' Wit No Breaks lyrics



Runnin' Wit No Breaks by Warren G


f/ Jah Skills, Twinz, Bo-Roc
Yeah, if you want it I got it ya need it baby
yeah, its Warren G beeyatch
Jah Skills-
(Jah Skills will just speak)
As I enter the G-Funk Era
(tell me why you tweak)
well I dont know why however
my mind is throbbing
I went bobbing for snapple
mixed with E&J so my insides just crackle pop
snap long time ago ya lost ya flow
now you realize wack MCs I must chastize (what)
the gun totin bumpin indosmokin
bad ass english cuz its broken
couldn't turn my styles even if ya had a token
you was hopin that I would quit but (aww sh*t)
I'm hangin around like nut sacs with a dick
I'm sick, I know that styles abstract up your ass crack
lovin this sh*t called rap ass burnin through your back (Jah Skills
muthaf**ka)
I'm stoppin fools like blood clots
my lyrics rang out to stop parties like there was gun shots
why oh why oh why well why not
shouldn't I represent this sh*t called hip hop and it wont stop
Warren G-
Well are you high yet
Can you recollect ya talk sh*t you get checked
Mr. Smutly I'm not a punk thief
let me break thee, smoke thee, choke thee and locc thee
muthaf**kin M-I-C right now how
wow how dow wow how dow piggy pow
its me, the Warren to the G gee G Z
its me uh can I just please thee
rock the muthaf**kin M-I to the C all day all night
cuz I will just f**kin fight till I get mines
my ends, let me roll with my friends
nigga you can't f**k with this cuz uhh I bends
when I bends my style
you can't see this cuz I'm wicked and wild
Mr. Smutly just slow ya muthaf**kin roll
its me Warren G on the muthaf**kin gangsta stroll
rockin with the T-W-I-N-Ss
so uhh let me just bless this
Bo Roc-
Have you ever heard of a nigga called Warren G
Trip Locc-
there ain't no puzzle
I lets it be known that I'm the trip
locc packin mo stackin mo sh*t than I did before
the real niggaz from the Eastside, darkside
breakin off fools in my way on this whoo-ride
so best believe that I'm a threat
(f**k a chin check)
I'm a shoot him while my nigga blaze up the buddha
and when we light it up, its on
a taste of the Chronic, another nigga gone, but gettin his head
flown
(so what you really wanna do) I'd a done it
cuz yo mouth like zip loc so I know you wont run it
top notch glock cock so you remember
the flow that I kick is nuthin less than a life ender
so watch yo step before you step into my path
tryin to take whats mine is some sh*t I just roll past
Wayniac-
Let me tell you how it goes
prime example of a night stalker
caught up in that bind
usin time with my hood as that street walker
(gang bang) so I'm gonna have to take whats mine
notorious b**ches but I dont love no one time
so peep it as I take ya down the backstreet
show you how I do it (how ya do it)
I breaks em off to get my ends meet (pow)
victim of the ghetto so I'm sluggin
the man wont give me mine so the whitey I'll keep muggin
I'm trapped up in a cycle but I'm keepin my humanity
cuz I ain't goin out (us niggaz always keep activity)
niggaz say I'm crazy but to others I'm just nutty
cuz I dont give a damn, ya life ain't sh*t without no money
thats why niggaz keep doin niggaz but I'm not that nigga to be done
ya f**kin around and set it off Long Beach is where I'm from
G Child-
Whoo!! Spacekateers, in case y'all didn't know
That was Warren G, that was Jah Skills, and that was the Twinz,
hahaha
This is the G-Child, spacekateer space cadets
Its on like that and its on like this, so dont miss

Witt Joachim - Das Geht Tief lyrics

Witt Joachim - Das Geht Tief lyrics



Das Geht Tief by Witt Joachim


neulich abend standst du vor meiner tür
und hast mich, wie nie zuvor, angesehn
der glanz in deinen augen war da
doch etwas war nicht wie sonst
die umarmung blockierte
der druck war einfach nicht da
wie wenn die leidenschaft friert
und du warst mir nicht mehr so nah
das geht tief...
es kam wie ein stromschlag so schnell
wie ein schock, wie die dunkelste zeit
ich war wie benommen vor angst
denn du warst meine seeligkeit
mir liefen die tränen vor schmerz
als ich einfach so neben dir lag
die nacht war das grausamste jetzt
so grausam war nicht mal der tag
das geht tief...
alles war verhärtet wie stein
wir beide warn so einsam allein
und warn doch so unendlich vereint
wie nie, nie, nie...
wir zerrten uns im liebesschmerz
dann wars vorbei allein das herz
wir streckten unsere hände aus
wie nie, nie, nie...
das geht tief...
text und musik: joachim witt

Wizard Of Oz - The Jitterbug lyrics

Wizard Of Oz - The Jitterbug lyrics



The Jitterbug by Wizard Of Oz


(Listen all you chillun to that voodoo moan,
There's a modern villun worser than that old boogie woogie,
When that goofy critter spots your fancy clothes,
He injects a jitter, Starts you dancing on a thousand toes, There he goes!)
Who's that hiding in the tree top?
It's that rascal, The Jitterbug!
Should you catch him buzzing 'round you,
Keep away from, The Jitterbug!
Oh! the bees in the breeze and the bats in the trees have a terrible, horrible buzz,
But the bees in the breeze and the bats in the trees couldn't do what The Jitterbug does!
So be careful of that rascal, Keep away from The Jitterbug!
The Jitterbug!
Oh! The Jitter! Oh The Bug!
Oh! The Jitterbug, Bug-a-bug, bug-a-bug, bug-a-boo.
In a twitter, in the throes, Oh the critter's
Got me dancing on a thousand toes, Thar' she blows!

Wolf - Night Stalker lyrics

Wolf - Night Stalker lyrics



Night Stalker by Wolf


I walk alone in a crowded street
A sneaking lonesome stalker of the night Suspicious eyes that I meet
Always look upon me with deceit I can feel insanity
Crawling down my spine Because I am so insane
Really so insane
Here in space minds ablaze
Burning frenzy, yeah
You can't see inside of me
Through my twisted stare
I hear them voices in my mind
Suggesting evil doings all the time
Release the wolves the moon is full
I feel them bugs crawling inside my skull I'm in reversed
Utopia
Exploring all the dark abandoned sides
Because I am so insane
Utterly insane, yeah
Here in space minds ablaze
Burning frenzy, yeah
You can't see inside of me
Through my twisted stare
Every time I see the light
Clouds begin to gather
All my hopes before my eyes Vanish into smoke
You don't know how much I yearn
To get out from this prison I can hear what's left of me
Calling from inside
Here in space minds ablaze
Burning frenzy, yeah
You can't see inside of me
Through my twisted stare
This is me - insanity
Everything I am

Warren G - Super soul sis lyrics

Warren G - Super soul sis lyrics



Super soul sis by Warren G


featuring Jah Skills, Twinz, Bo-Roc
Yeah, if you want it I got it ya need it baby
yeah, its Warren G beeyatch
Jah Skills-
(Jah Skills will just speak)
As I enter the G-Funk Era
(tell me why you tweak)
well I dont know why however
my mind is throbbing
I went bobbing for snapple
mixed with E&J so my insides just crackle pop
snap long time ago ya lost ya flow
now you realize wack MCs I must chastize (what)
the gun totin bumpin indosmokin
bad ass english cuz its broken
couldn't turn my styles even if ya had a token
you was hopin that I would quit but (aww sh*t)
I'm hangin around like nut sacs with a dick
I'm sick, I know that styles abstract up your ass crack
lovin this sh*t called rap ass burnin through your back (Jah Skills
muthaf**ka)
I'm stoppin fools like blood clots
my lyrics rang out to stop parties like there was gun shots
why oh why oh why well why not
shouldn't I represent this sh*t called hip hop and it wont stop
Warren G-
Well are you high yet
Can you recollect ya talk sh*t you get checked
Mr. Smutly I'm not a punk thief
let me break thee, smoke thee, choke thee and locc thee
muthaf**kin M-I-C right now how
wow how dow wow how dow piggy pow
its me, the Warren to the G gee G Z
its me uh can I just please thee
rock the muthaf**kin M-I to the C all day all night
cuz I will just f**kin fight till I get mines
my ends, let me roll with my friends
nigga you can't f**k with this cuz uhh I bends
when I bends my style
you can't see this cuz I'm wicked and wild
Mr. Smutly just slow ya muthaf**kin roll
its me Warren G on the muthaf**kin gangsta stroll
rockin with the T-W-I-N-Ss
so uhh let me just bless this
Bo Roc-
Have you ever heard of a nigga called Warren G
Trip Locc-
there ain't no puzzle
I lets it be known that I'm the trip
locc packin mo stackin mo sh*t than I did before
the real niggaz from the Eastside, darkside
breakin off fools in my way on this whoo-ride
so best believe that I'm a threat
(f**k a chin check)
I'm a shoot him while my nigga blaze up the buddha
and when we light it up, its on
a taste of the Chronic, another nigga gone, but gettin his head
flown
(so what you really wanna do) I'd a done it
cuz yo mouth like zip loc so I know you wont run it
top notch glock cock so you remember
the flow that I kick is nuthin less than a life ender
so watch yo step before you step into my path
tryin to take whats mine is some sh*t I just roll past
Wayniac-
Let me tell you how it goes
prime example of a night stalker
caught up in that bind
usin time with my hood as that street walker
(gang bang) so I'm gonna have to take whats mine
notorious b**ches but I dont love no one time
so peep it as I take ya down the backstreet
show you how I do it (how ya do it)
I breaks em off to get my ends meet (pow)
victim of the ghetto so I'm sluggin
the man wont give me mine so the whitey I'll keep muggin
I'm trapped up in a cycle but I'm keepin my humanity
cuz I ain't goin out (us niggaz always keep activity)
niggaz say I'm crazy but to others I'm just nutty
cuz I dont give a damn, ya life ain't sh*t without no money
thats why niggaz keep doin niggaz but I'm not that nigga to be done
ya f**kin around and set it off Long Beach is where I'm from
G Child-
Whoo!! Spacekateers, in case y'all didn't know
That was Warren G, that was Jah Skills, and that was the Twinz,
hahaha
This is the G-Child, spacekateer space cadets
Its on like that and its on like this, so dont miss

Warren G - This D.J. lyrics

Warren G - This D.J. lyrics



This D.J. by Warren G


featuring The Dove Shack
G Child-
Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child
Spacekateers, I'm back baby yes I'm back
And Mr. President you're not chillin in the house baby
You're not chillin in the house
Ya know why? huh? huh? Should I tell ya?
You know why? Yeah.. cuz ya ya ya ya chillin in the shack beeyatch!
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
Its ya muthaf**kin third letter of ya alphabet
put Knight at the individ
its a nigga you can't get with
funky styles, I be showin niggaz
I be blowin niggaz straight out they socks, because
The Dove Shack is comin more twisted than dredlocks
now plot on the shack if you wanna
but if you get caught slipping
we will be dippin
down your block
just to street sweep your spot, nigga
but you can still follow along, grab ahold of my nut sack
because I've got the doja
oh I haven't told ya much love to my nigga Warren
He's a G, hook me, now I'm gettin funky
I'm chillin with my feet up on the table in the shack
with my revolver, problem solver
waitin for a nigga to f**k with this
so I can let his ass know who he is
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
2 Scoops-
Its the nigga 2 Scoops, the Long Beach Eastsider
niggaz start to duck when I come cuz I'm a ridah
so I suggest you get the 411 on the shack
we peelin caps to the front, then we peel em back
approachin the wrong way, with no delay I blast your ass
draw for the gat but the Scoop is much faster
you can't miss me with that, step in my path
I let the AK ripper cut that ass in half
I dwells, I bells, in the LBC
the real menace to society
packin up alrighty
a flow, but watch the one I used to abuse this track
we in front of that ass and you still can't see the shack
so pack up your gear and run and hide
(and pass the doja to the left hand side)
we comin like that, it ain't no love for no rat
I guess thats how we act when we chillin in the shack
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
As you enter into the zone called the G Funk (now relax)
here a lie a war with the west (Dove Shack)
kicks it is a know em
rip em will be torn
dip it as we flip it
wicked with the Warren G child
see styles, meanwhile freestyles have been rendered
I see the door of your mind, may I enter?
I knock and I promise I wont hurt you
the definition of G Funk is just something to like swerve
to something to smoke herb
to sunk we and we serve
get with the dope herb
take a tall kid beat the loccness
lessons will be taught before caught in the shuffle
flexin all the muscle, livin large is f**kin rustle
I'm Simmons, I'm Robin, like givin
I know you love this funky style
out this world, make your head twirl
hear the less, now play the squirrel as you earl on the track
who am I Bo Roc from The Dove Shack
(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
Cuz you ain't in the house, cuz you's in the shack
fire up the sack, this is how we act

Without Face - The Picture lyrics

Without Face - The Picture lyrics



The Picture by Without Face


I'm hunting a nightmare
On the road to the old
Castle of my calm, of my dreams
My new home
The moon lights my way
And shows the dark windows nearly
Stepping into my room
I'm welcomed by light
And the picture on my wall
Silently ways good night
I wake up with the sun
But I'm really not the one
The paiting with the balcony
Seems to move like the dawn
I break away from the mistery
But to visit the garden
And see my magnetic balcony
Understand what happens
Running back to the picture
Looking night and day
Madness and reality
Fighting in my brain
And the picture slowly shows itself
Painted figures with painted selves
A girl in the dark every night
Waiting fro the torture: the killer's knife
Bloody eyes try to find the way
Trembling hands try to find the key
Blood, wash the torture...
Blood, break the curse...
In the dark - in the night
With the knife - in my heart...

Witt Lowry - Common Sense lyrics

Witt Lowry - Common Sense lyrics



Common Sense by Witt Lowry


(Verse)
See, we both of the sh*t
I just came out of the ovaries
You came up outta the ass
And wonder why with you I sounded so mad
Well, you talk about the best and bring me up last
You rap about b**ches and b**ches and cash
You lookin' for real one, well, I'm fit for the task
Remember you callin' me whack
Now it's a shame you too lame to go put you on blast
I neva got a chance! Not neva!
From teachers in France to girls, whateva
You jealous to me, you see, we should do betta
You whack M&M and now she is not clever, come on!
If ya gonna diss me, do it
Jackin' my dick till I shaped(?) it and bruised it
I came on the phone, now I can't even use it
Make hip-hop, make passionate music
Get it? Passionate music?
I'm a nice guy so they try to abuse it
Betta believe I be checkin' this condom
Cuz honestly my future isn't in you
b**ch, you're wastin' my time when I enter your mind
You want me to enter from front and behind?
Then honestly, girl, if you have common sense
You could be a dime plus 9
The show was like Martin, rappin' it makes me wet
I'm a model, I just haven't modeled much yet
Yo next video, I should be on set
Last night was a mess, don't read that text
Wait, you know the rappers too?
Oh my Gosh, I heard him on Dj Booth
Wait, can you take an Instagram pic of us two?
I will never be the puss and it came unglued
Girls like you make my ass go crazy
Lately, you all the same, see if I was a typical rapper
But I drive a Mercedes and chew with some typical ladies
But you cannot change me
Till they open my skull and they see that there is no brain to be seen
I am a spirit that came from the tide, took over this body right here that they gave me
Jokes on you, say the name and they'll all say who?
? you should hold onto
That's the most relevant that you will ever be
I ain't tryna be mean, we just know that it's true
When I was younger, I swore till my mouth got tired
Hot sauce in my mouth and my brain rewired
Not speak you in the head hot fazzo in the yayhouse
Could it be that I be so much hot?
Damn! Get high, muthaf**ka
Now get high, muthaf**ka
Waste yo time, muthaf**ka, you not catchin' up to my grind, muthaf**ka
Takin' yo game, I'm takin' you out
You step in my lane? I'm buildin' an army, my army is sane
It's funny how we create power from pain
The f**k are you sayn?
Man, f**k what they say
Told me I couldn't, I'm findin' a way
Man, f**k what they say, never could settle for bein' ok
Man, f**k what they say, step in the ring if you ready to play
I take ya oppinions and throw em away
See I'm gonna make ya remember my name
It's Witt!

Warren G - This is the shack lyrics

Warren G - This is the shack lyrics



This is the shack by Warren G


featuring Mr. Malik
[Warren G]
This DJ, he gets down
mixing records while he go round
to the Hip to the Hop you just dont stop
producing funky tracks till it makes you drop
conjunction junction, whats my function
I'm hookin up tracks so that niggaz can function
its not Pete Rock or that nigga Dr. Dre
its this muthaf**kin nigga from around the way
the one who brings you styles on timesy, whymsy
thats why its so hard to find me
conduction, construction when I bust choo choo, bustas
its a must when I bust when I bust, I gotta come correct
the R to the E to the S-P-ect architect
yup nigga no I'm not tweakin
its one of the 16 minds that I'm speaking
the W-A the double R the E into the uhh
A-B-C-D-E-F to the muthaf**kin G
ooh sh*t as I flex I wrecks I checks
so whats next
[Mr. Malik]
Oh who's next, to catch flack on the menu
I snap necks when I flex let me continue
send you, on a mission when I rock
it goes on and on and on and you know it dont stop
yes I'm back on another route, ready to take em all out
now can't get with this, cuz they get faded without a doubt
check em, I wreck em like 1-2-3 why
they can't f**k with that rude one Malik
will I drop, can't stop it, lit it up like a rocket
when they get out of line I grip the nine out my pocket
lock it down, yeah thats what I do
how could you come solo nigga when I run through ya whole crew
I rule, fool, act like you heard it
the one I run with, can't remember the last he murdered
dem do away or them get dealt with
give the noise I want silence, no bubbaclad bullsh*t
nigga, its all about my grip
so the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped
kept a chip on my shoulder not now that I'm older
they, all of me, the LBG high roller
cuz back in the days on the side where we sat
niggaz a come up missin if they didn't have they strap
so why, try to be, like me
just when you pull back a G and I think I'm Mr. Malik
(Chorus)
Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right
Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark
we spark in the dark when we do it in the park
[Mr. Malik]
Well its the A to the B
(and the C to the D)
Hey my name is Mr. Malik with that DJ Warren G
(Mr. Malik can you hear me)
Yes I'm the host with the most they can't get close or even near me
(I said a tick, tock, tickin to the Era)
I said a pick which glock b**ches get shot its still terror
(terror, terror, pick which glock)
which one? (the black one with the big pin lock)
me and Dre and the fly honey so those who wanna get dropped
nigga go knock, knock I trick a flow non-stop
fly double I never slip trip or flip flop
the tune is funkadelic, the crew was right
but if Malik will make ya smell it then tonights the night
for me to stay trump tight
up with my nigga Warren G
thats sorrow when you borrow but you can't be oweing me
whats next
[Warren G]
Woo!!
I say whats next, whats next whats N-X-E-T
its me, Warren to the muthaf**kin G
flowin with my little homey named Malik
yes, everybody will just tweak
off the new style ill ease that we got
yes, its me Warren G on the block
pump pump, block glock, let me just tick tock
its me Warren G on the muthaf**kin rock n roll
stroll, then stiff back to the rap
its me with the big black mack 11 strap
so let me uhh flix into the flex
Woo!! So whats next
(Chorus)
Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right
Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark
cuz we spark in the dark when we do it in the park