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Ik vlieg je over naar Amsterdam Zorg dat je morgen hier naast me staat Doorgaan en flex tot de laatste nacht Ze wil met me dansen aan de gracht (Ben met Money, beat van Money) Ik vlieg d'r over naar Amsterdam Ze zorgt dat ze morgen hier naast me staat Doorgaan en flex tot de laatste nacht Ze wil met

Born of the river, Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint, upon its deck If ya wanna catch a Saint, then bait ya hook, let's take a walk... 'O come to me!, O come to me!' is what

SPREAD YO SHIT (feat. Kon Artis and Proof) ____________________________ [Intro - Proof] Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I "cum" You know what I mean, haha We release the Dogg Hour Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Play

[Ja Rule] Yo, yo, Ja Rule, TQ, BABY You ain`t gotta sneak and creep Around no more You was my freakiest whore Now you be dealing with broads In my CL five double O on the DL Hollerin` `bout you hangin` with the females Shit I just wanna be down Can I eat? So to speak Cause what you bitches

Verse 1: Before I set it off and show what I`m gonna do to ya Possess the bomb chocolate from Oakland to Utica My real live niggas in the place and no queen Wave your splif high son Fuck the bullshit When your arms are open My palms release the bomb Reviving the alarm My word is bond Screa

Power.. pow.. power... Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go It's ninety-fo', what's next? Power.. enter my world I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power It ain't all good in the hood Least not on my side, from where

Oké, yes Dit is voor die bitches..die vieze hoeren Je weet toch, niet te veel praten en die shit Gewoon pijpen! Pijpen Bitch! [refrein 2x:] Je mag me pijpen bitch, pijpen ja, pijpen bitch Want je lult te veel shit, begin te pijpen bitch Ho zeg nou maar niks en hou me dick in je mond Ik heb geen t

Ich wohn' alleine mit Mama In einem alten Haus ganz nah Bei dem Theater Und da ich immer einsam war Hab' ich noch ein Kanari-Paar Und einen Kater Mama strengt alle Arbeit an Ich geh' zum Markt und koche dann Mit viel Routine Ich wasche ab und mache rein Und näh', sollt' es nötig sein Au

Het gras zal altijd groener zijn daar in het land ver weg Ik zie die rappers allang al niet meer Ik heb Cartier fully met diamonds Als er groot ligt, moet je me signen Wijk die is heet, ik hoor hele dag sirens Gannoes met dempers, ik werk in silence Sta aan de top maar ze willen niet prijzen Ik noe

[Chorus: Rolf Sanchez] Voy a reír, voy a bailar Vivir mi vida la la la la Voy a reír, voy a gozar Vivir mi vida la la la la [Verse 1: Ali B] Als ik jou vertel dat je mooi bent Als ik jou vertel dat iedereen dat ziet Zeg me denk je dat ik lieg? Je zou beter moeten weten, zo'n type ben ik niet Er z

What, what You over there Styles? Yeah dog Second album nigga, real L.O.X. Blaze We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon) Fuck yall niggas (Let's go) Verse One: Couldn't live the life I live Why's that I could die any minute, I get high every minute Fuckin' with sn

Why do you look at me when you hate me Why should I look at you when you make me hate you to I sense a smell of retribution in the air I don't even understand why the fuck you even care And I don't need your jealousy yeah Why drag me down in your misery And when you stare don't you think I fee

We live in a free world I whistle down the wind Carry on smiling And the world will smile with you Life is a flower So precious in your hand Carry on smiling And the world will smile with you When every race is run And the day is closing in I don't care 'bout the world I´m living for t

Bow Wow - D-men[Songtekst]
[Intro] Oh, Yes-R shit.. Darrel Ja, Straatremix deel twee.. Darrel, kom op, ha.. [Verse 1: Dubbel D] Ik ben die kleine Suga Cane, stap naar chicks meteen Dus ik, krik meteen - wacht effe op die kleine, effe seinen Ik zie m'n homie Yes-R dus we nemen ze maar beide (beide?) Ze denken ik ben

Wat Is Er - Appa[Songtekst]
-Mr.Sjaak- Noem me mister baco mister johnny falco loco mexicano winner of tha lotto murcielago baby fast fast fast rennen motherfucker achter cash cash cash un dos tres boem pap stash layback tijger puff puff pas untouchable please dont touch baco en wierie yes very much -appa- ja ander da

[Narration by Doug Bradley]: "This is the moment I go to God" Burning like derision on the prism of night Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites Meant to overpower and bedizen his light He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite The moon was black Devil may care Thr

About this planet, there is something I know There's a very big difference between above and below A friend, foe, or bro, leave your body on the floor Let your spirit fly away like the soul of a crow Here above land, man has laid his plan And yes, it does include the Ku Klux Klan We got a g

Is there anyone out there Somewhere I can belong Man the city just ain't so kind tonight I need a place to take refuge See I been loving you blind And I guess that made it hard for me to find Now we were caught up in the middle of a worn out dream I knew we were in trouble but baby I almost scream

Backstabber (repeat 3x) Bored, stoned, sitting in your basement All alone, cause your little conversations got around, now look at what we all found out (look at what we, look at what we all found out) Girl that you have got a set of loose lips, twisting stories All because you're jealous Now I kn

[Chorus: Brooklyn] I still be riding through the 'hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should [50 Cent] I'm hot boy, I told you before Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist

I didn't have time for school Spent my days breaking the rules and regulations And inbetween they're having fun The teachers told me son, get me an education So I had my bout of freedom Dressed like a man through four seasons Hey I'm steppin out so cut me loose And as mama waved goodbye Tears were w

In the whip on a Tuesday night Got the music high And you by my side Side Top down and the moon is high And the mood is right And you by my side Side, yeah Late night conversations Electric emotions Sprinkled with a little bit of sex And it's a potion, yeah Late night bodies aching Mental stimula

Murdergram - DMX[Songtekst]
DMX - Murdergram [Jay-Z] Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious What you think is gonna happen with three of the illest niggas together Street music and so fourth on one track,huh? Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got t

Big Things - Nas[Songtekst]
(Verse 1) Get yours nigga Cuz Imma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to ya`ll I`m from where The dope fiends is at And killas crawl And snitches call police All these niggas and street Corners everybody`s like

Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker.. {*barking*} Turn me up some {*more barking} Yo {*barking*} [Red imitates an old woman] Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers

[2Pac] Searching for Black Jesus Oh yeah, sportin jewels and shit, yaknahmean? (Black Jesus; you can be Christian Baptist, Jehovah Witness) Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt (Islamic, won't matter to me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bitch, set i

Outlaw Immortals. Bow down to something greater than yourself, trick. Individual capable of enormous amounts of chin checks and nine swoles. They know. You watchin but you ain't seein'. Realize before, you beaatch. Picture, if you will, seven deadly human beings. Blessed with the gift to speak

Intro: Nas Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now Verse One: Nas Rappers I monkey flip em

Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move? [Believe that, boy] You're strapped? [Yeah, you know it] Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out [Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves] *pow* ["Alright everybody..."] This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down Ren, gag thei

[Jesy & Leigh-Anne] I always say what I'm feeling I was born without a zip on my mouth Sometimes I don't even mean it It takes a little while to figure me out I like my coffee with two sugars in it High heels and my jewelry dripping Drink and I get all fired up (Hey, hey, hey) Insecure but I'm worki

I said tell me what's really going on Drizzy back up in this thing I’m ready, what's happening Gone for surgery, but now I’m back again I’m 'bout my paper, like my paper, like a scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes, so tonight is like tomorrow night

feat. P. Diddy, Nelly, Jagged Edge, Avery Storm) The Biggie duets (Uh) Jazze Phizzle (phizzle phizzle) Jagged Edge Biggie Smalls Ladies and gentlemen... [Biggie Smalls] I go, on and on and on and Don`t take them to the crib unless they bon`in Easy, call em on the phone and platinum

[prodigy] Yo, the saga begins, beget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws We takin whats yours we do jerks rush the doors Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss In full force, my teamll go at your main source Were not tourists

[Eminem] Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode and punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up, and

[Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Lil Wayne Verse 1] Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher