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Ludacris - Act a Fool
Альбом: 2 Fast 2 Furious
Авторы: Christopher Bridges / Christopher Brian Bridges / Keith Mc Masters
Дата выпуска: 2003 г.




Drah! 2 fast,
Drah! 2 furious,
I'm too fast for y'all mayn!
Drah! 2 fast,
Drah! 2 furious,
Oh! I'm too fast for y'all mayn!


Ah, you just came home from doin' a bid
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Now them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool


Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 9-1-1, please call the doctor
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon' split ya wigs
See some fools slipped up and over-stepped they boundaries
You about to catch a cold, stay the fuck around from me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what kinda shits he on
You disappear like "poof, bitch be gone"
You think twelve gon' catch me, gimmie a break
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimmie some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, +golden grain+ on the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to side, what

Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Now your car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool


Let's take it to the streets 'cause I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the grille
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blowin' them candles
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle
Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
Nos tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
'cause the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so f what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a fuckin' bird
And the fools, we gon' clock one and we'll pop one
'cause my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun

You just got hustled for a wire of cash
Man whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Now your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Now them gulls up the block still runnin' they mouth
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool
If anyone talk bad about the dirty south
Tell me what I'm gon' do? act a fool


I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets still smoking
See, I'm off that anti-freeze and my car is tipsy
Off the off ramp doin' about a hundred and fifty
Rollin' through east pernium, on way to ben heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin shit
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbeque pit
Now all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus your new name is fire 'cause we stomped you out
And yeah, we blow trees and beez, that's fantastic
So gulls hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like lil john cue and get a +change of heart+
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'm about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Man, that ain't sticky, that's just sticks and steams
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies whatcha gon' do? act a fool
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
Boy whatcha gon' do? act a fool

2 fast, 2 furious
2 fast act a fool
2 fast, 2 furious
2 fast act a fool
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Что значит Dawg? Это словечко произносится, как "Dog", но более гнусаво и неприятно

По сути, это аналог таких слов, как "homie", "homeboy" и "home / holmes". Термин «Dawg» впервые появился в мексиканских американских сообществах, но большинство городских терминов, таких как "dawg", "homie", "homeboy" и т. д., обычно приписывают черному / афро-американскому сообществу.

Person 1: Whats up dawg? (Как дела, чувак?)
Person 2: just chillin, about to pop open a Corona. (Просто отрываюсь, собираюсь открыть "Корону").

Когда вы называете кого-то, как правило, женщину, словом «Dog», это значит, что она скорее всего, уродлива или отвратительна. Если вы называете её «Dawg», это означает, что она ваш "Friend" или «homie», и считается близким человеком. Если вы в один прекрасный день попадёте в «гетто» и используете слово "dawg" во время разговора с кем-то, но скажете это без правильного произношения, прозвучит это скорее как "собака". В итоге вы можете получить пулю за это слово, так что будьте предельно внимательны с произношением.

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Оксимирон - Бабангиде писал(а):Снова лето пролетело, так что время думать,
Из тебя не вышло ни Летова, ни MF Doom'a


MF DOOM - Doomsday feat. Pebbles the Invisible Girl
Produced by: MF DOOM
Album: Operation: Doomsday



[Intro: Pebbles the Invisible Girl, MF DOOM]
Mic Check
When I was led to you
I knew you were the one for me
Come through dig the sound
I swear the whole world could feel you MC
Crowd around

[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
I used to cop a lot, but never copped no drop
Hold mics like pony tails tied in bobbalobs
Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound
Of the fly brown 6-0 sicko psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap
It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strap
Femstat cats get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that
Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name usually said in hostility
Um... what is MF? You silly
I'd like to take "Means to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own back came in and go out alone, black
Stay in the zone—turn H2O to Cognac

[Hook: MF DOOM]
On Doomsday!, ever since the womb ‘til I'm back where my brother went, that's what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then
Cell number 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape
Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime
Get out my face, askin' ‘bout my case, need toothpaste
Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness
Real mens mind their own business
That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never have ‘ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown

[Hook: MF DOOM]
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb ‘til I'm back where my brother went
That's what my tomb will say
Right above my government; Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?

[Bridge: MF DOOM]
Doomsday
Ever since the womb ‘til I'm back to the essence
Read it off the tomb
Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"
Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames of nimble and tip of nipple metal fang
Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans
Only gin and Tang
Guzzled out a rusty tin can, me and this mic is like yin and yang
Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth
It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth
I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth
But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife
Strong enough to please a wife
Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life
Cut the crap far as rap
Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing
What the Devil? He's on another level
It's a word! No, a name! MF - the Super-Villain!

[Outro: Pebbles the Invisible Girl]
When I was led to you
I knew you were the one for me
I swear the whole world could feel you MC
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Vanilla - Fuji Pt. II (Battlecry)



[Verse 1: Shing02]
Sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
The mental blade cut through flesh and bone
Though my mind's at peace, the world out of order
Missing the inner heat, life gets colder, ah-ah
Oh yes, I have to find my path
No less, walk on earth, water, and fire
The elements compose a magnum opus
My modus operandi is amalgam
Steel packed tight in microchip
On my armor a sign of all-pro
The ultimate reward is honor, not awards
At odds with the times in wards with no lords
A freelancer
A battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
Wonder why a lone wolf don't run with the clan
Only trust your instincts and be one with the plan

[Chorus: Shing02]
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the name of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry


[Verse 2: Shing02]
Look, just the air around him
An aura surrounding the heir apparent
He might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty
He to the people and land, loyalty
We witness above all to hear this
Sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
Set sail to the sunset no second guessing
Far east style with the spirit of wild west
The "quote-unquote" code stands the test of
Time for the chosen ones to find the best of
Noble minds that ever graced the face of
A hemisphere with no fear, fly over
The blue yonder where
The sky meets the sea
And eye meets no eye
And boy meets world
And became a man to serve the world
To save the day, the night, and the girl too
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Jedi Mind Tricks - I Against I (feat. Planetary of Outerspace)
Produced by: Stoupe




[Verse 1: Planetary]
In my historical oracle, I blast metaphorical
Editorials educatin' in my territorial
Get torn, heavily armed with seventy bombs
That'll blast divine like the heavenly psalm
Your men'll be gone if they explore my deepest thought
I beat hearts in two, then ask demons for chalk
I'm dreamin' to stalk emcees in the dark
I walk blindfolded, the mind's golden, watch how you talk
My style is a art, recognize lyrical purity
All hell breaks loose like a mall with no security
The dopest vocalist, with my third eye I focus with
I proceed, flow with the speed of a Indie motorist
There's more to this than wasted shiny chains and bracelets
I hit tracks, my tongue waits for the brains to blaze it
Amazin' angelic, tell it to your people
("Your mic and my mic, come on, yo, no equal")

[Hook x2:]
Illadelph is like the Sun, 'cause we shine with rhymes
The underground is like the Moon: you only see us at times
And at times with light skies when the stars recline
Jedi Mind, Outerspace, coincide and combine


[Verse 2: Jus Allah]
Raw poems, bury your body in catacombs
Rip your soul from your limbs like brims from Jim Jones
In the Twilight Zone we disperse cowards
Vampires that stalk earth on reverse hours
Night calls, we target your facade
My latitude is God, darts out my jaws leave eternal scars
You're left breathin' out of tube straws by the marksmen
Harnessin' science for demolishin' the charlatan
Raps will make you parallax
My domain has power to block synapse inside veins
War shots fired off by the army type warlocks
Devil's plan is to have you drip in the Clorox
Beast deceivin' us, ways devious
Possessin' my peeps to walk streets
With stolen heat, like Prometheus
Elements rushin' you back to hell again
Illadelphians crush your skeleton to fuckin' gelatin

[Hook x2:]
Illadelph is like the Sun, 'cause we shine with rhymes
The underground is like the Moon: you only see us at times
And at times with light skies when the stars recline
Jedi Mind, Outerspace, coincide and combine


[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
Don't ever come to me with war
I've severed scores of orators
Rappers fall onto all fours like minotaurs
With Jedi Mind and the Planetary be bombin' this
We stand one step above you like a pharmacist
With Ominous, detonate the bomb
Heads dread hallucinogenics since Vietnam
I spit a psalm, create bombs like an Iraqi
Swear on the Bible and then lie to Ecclesiastes
(Assault and battery)
Battle me, that'll be what splits you
Store enormous amounts of energy in a crystal
We boa constrict you, the gods are militant
You faggots couldn't go the length like you was impotent
You ignorant, your whole clique is split in half
You step in Allah path, and face Allah wrath, what!
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Katori Walker - Hideout



Swear you on the same shit
Fuckin' lame niggas, getting lame dick
It's a Model 3 when I lane switch
Still with all the niggas that I came with

Always going up, we don't know down
See you got a new truck, oh, you on now?
Really, I ain't trying to throw no shade
I just really came to say that I really miss the days when you

Your house was the hideout, I believe in that
You should hit my phone up and say you need me back
When I check the message, you don't even call
This don't feel like love, so did you even fall?
I don't know


Late-night conversations in the whip
Had to makе the time 'cause you was always on my mind
And I just had to lеt you know that you the shit
Really was down and fucked with me
Started moving different, it was suddenly
Other girls do that faking, you would come for me
I guess I jumped the gun, you ain't in love with me

x2:
Your house was the hideout, I believe in that
You should hit my phone up and say you need me back
When I check the message, you don't even call
This don't feel like love, so did you even fall?


Message undelivered, I don't really get you
Probably with your friends or with a different nigga
You ain't got no heart or soul
And if you do, it's probably cold
Tell me why you broke the code
Why you moving different? I don't even know
Wait around for you, kinda getting old
A bunch of false promises you ain't uphold

x2:
Your house was the hideout, I believe in that
You should hit my phone up and say you need me back
When I check the message, you don't even call
This don't feel like love, so did you even fall?


x2:
Always going up, we don't know down
See you got a new truck, oh, you on now?
Really, I ain't trying to throw no shade
I just really came to say that I really miss the days when you
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Katori Walker - Incoming



Never switch on the homies in the day ones
They didn't wanna open doors so we made some
Take a bow on these haters like I'm Trae Young
That direct deposit hitting like a bass drum
Incoming, coming, coming, coming, coming
Keep it incoming, coming, coming, coming, coming
Keep it incoming


Never switch on the niggas that I came up with
No new friends, with the same old clique
Couple old homies went and stabbed mе in the back
But it's no love lost, I'll probably bless 'еm with some stacks
That direct deposit lovely
Went from shaking Kool-Aid packets to popping bubbly
Went from asking women for hugs, and now they hugging me
Ain't life lovely?
Do it so good, make a hater wanna fuck with me

Never switch on the homies in the day ones
They didn't wanna open doors so we made some
Take a bow on these haters like I'm Trae Young
That direct deposit hitting like a bass drum
Incoming, coming, coming, coming, coming
Keep it incoming, coming, coming, coming, coming
Keep it incoming


Gucci bucket hats and Louis Vuitton wallets
My hand been itching, I call it the palm pilot
Landed on some acres, I probably should start buying
But I keep spending money on jewelry and fine dining
God just blessed me with a Rollie, I call it divine timing
Came up out the Honda, the Tessie is self-driving
Still in first class, I got goals to fly private
Sweden every winter, I'm racking up sky mileage

Never switch on the homies in the day ones
They didn't wanna open doors so we made some
Take a bow on these haters like I'm Trae Young
That direct deposit hitting like a bass drum
Incoming, coming, coming, coming, coming
Keep it incoming, coming, coming, coming, coming
Keep it incoming
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Declaime - Thankful (feat. Kazi)

Producer: Kan Kick
Composer: Dudley Perkins
Lyricist: Dudley Perkins



Lyrics are not available. Wanted!
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Katori Walker - Grizzy
Producer: Timothy Infinite



Back up on my grizzy, on my boss shit, yeah, yeah
Ask me how I'm doin', doin' awesome, yeah, yeah
Fake ass energy, that's where you lost him, uh, uh
If you come around, this time it cost ya, yeah, yeah


I can't judge nobody, know we all fucked up
I don't trust nobody, only God I trust
Over traumatized so the squad might buss
Probably catch a body then the squad locked up, look
I been in my head, I don't know which way to turn now
Thought it was forever but relationships didn't turn out
And I'm sick of trying, man, I start to feel the burnout
People come and go, that's the lesson that I learned now

x2:
Back up on my grizzy, on my boss shit, yeah, yeah
Ask me how I'm doin', doin' awesome, yeah, yeah
Fake ass energy, that's where you lost him, uh, uh
If you come around, this time it cost ya, yeah, yeah


Doing well now, I let go 'cause I wasn't held down
False claimers, false friends, yeah, they everywhere now
I just move in silence, I don't kiss and tell-, nah, let me get that back
I just move in silence, I don't kiss and-, sh, look
Life ain't come with manuals, old friends, I wish them well
Close the coffin, hit the nail, had to change the personnel
Keeping distance, he can tell, giving distance, she can tell
Find my peace in lab behind these raps while the speakers swell

x2:
Back up on my grizzy, on my boss shit, yeah, yeah
Ask me how I'm doin', doin' awesome, yeah, yeah
Fake ass energy, that's where you lost him, uh, uh
If you come around, this time it cost ya, yeah, yeah