"É, eu não preciso de nutricionista Eu me alimento de batalha e também de conquista Isso que ta na minha dieta, pra mim você é pateta O erro não cometa, eu to na linha direta Eu ja fui pro Espírito Santo, várias batalha E você eu não vi no canto porque é tralha Hoje eu to no Coliseu, e to no Forte amanhã Eu não vi você na rua, o teu corre é no Instagram!" -Mc Jotapê 🇧🇷🏆
My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental - Westside Story - Jayceon Terrell Taylor The Game Feat Curtis James Jackson III 50Cent [Produced By Andre Romell Young & Scott Spencer Storch] [Year: 2005] [Album: The Documentary]
Fuck school and Fuck college, streets smarts is my knowledge, i wanna Fuk these teachers till they all get abolished. Cosby is my tutor i do tricks and get the bitches with my electric scooter, they want me to get neutered , but it aint gon happen cus imma keep rappin and these bitches i stay slappin. Im a college dropout yea you know what im all about , bitches stay runnin at the mouth like Sam Stout
Continuo il mio cammino anche se il mondo va in declino Lui non lo è mai stato a me perché dovrei stargli vicino Trascino bagagli nello zaino come il tempo passa Si fan sempre più pesanti andando in un altra galassia Per voi massa e materia son più concreti del pensiero Si abbassa la batteria mentre crepi nel tuo sentiero Quale impero qua sei zero senza avere o guadagnare Cosa è vero mi dispero è un mistero da non svelare Beati gli spensierati non vedo destinazione Allenati e dopo Affogati adeguati a questa nazione Allucinati fuori direnzione per stare lontani Da allineati ed istruzione Qua devi seguire i piani Ciò che idolatrate è parte del sistema insultate Non è come dicono ma diventa ciò che pensate Ed io Ripenso al mio trascorso È un agonia ad ogni rimorso ho percorso la strada mia sopra la Via Dell' Opposto Ho sempre avuto domande Crescendo mi son risposto O esegui le comande O sei strano in questo posto tutto è attorno al contante E a nessuno importa il costo Ho un codice più importante Sto sulla via dell' opposto Mi sposto in pochi istanti Eremita senza una sosta Qua tocca essere brillanti infatti in fatti è una batosta va tutto attorno ai contanti E non pensi più a ciò che costa A voi va bene andate avanti io Sto sopra la via opposta Lascio impronte sul cammino e ripasso dove ho tracciato Ho scalato un altro gradino dal basso passo isolato Mi sono stancato qua la speranza muore con l etica Schema in cui l ignoranza vince contro la poetica Certi si fan migliori di quello che son realmente so Chi mente solamente per sembrar meglio alla gente Faccio affari ogni canzone che rispetterò in eterno Musica unica emozione mi esterno Dal mondo odierno Trasmetto ma non Su schermo meglio all interno del petto Ed Aspetto ad aver la chiave per aprire ogni lucchetto Tengo i piedi a terra ma questi si credon stelle pensa Autoconvinti sia l invidia per pulirsi la coscienza lavori in sfruttamento O sei tu a sfruttare loro Nato in un accerchiamento Non ragioni o resti solo E lo farò anche al posto vostro È un agonia a ogni rimorso ho percorso la strada mia sopra la Via Dell' Opposto Ho sempre avuto domande Crescendo mi son risposto O esegui le comande O sei lo strano in questo posto va tutto attorno al contante E nessuno pensa più al costo Disgrazia disturbante Sto sulla via dell' opposto Mi sposto in pochi istanti Eremita senza una sosta Qua dovete esser brillanti in fatti infatti è una batosta va tutto attorno ai contanti E non pensi più a ciò che costa A voi va bene andate avanti io Sto sopra la via opposta
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental - Westside Story - The Game Feat Curtis Jackson 50 Cent [Produced By Dr. Dre & Scott Spencer Storch] [Year: 2005] [Album: The Documentary] [Explicit]
Here the lyrics : Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' Since the West Coast fell off, the steets been watchin' The West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin' Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin' I got California love, fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin' I'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty I'm back Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record labels tryin' to advance Aftermath, bitch, take it like a motherfuckin' man If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) I'm low-ridin' homie, Six-Tre impala Gold Ds spinnin', chrome hydraulics Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin' Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini Gang bangin' is real homie I'm livin' proof Like Snoop Dogg C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that 'Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track Keep jibberin' jabberin', I pull a .38 Magnum And get the clickin' and clackin' Your homies wanna know what happened Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin' Prior to rappin' I was drug traffickin' In the dope spot playin' John Madden Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45 If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing Got me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know the drama that bring I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the juice? You niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through I was an O.G. in the hood before I turned 22 Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back I'm startin' to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside)
If you take a look in my eyes You'd I be the gangsta til I die The California chronic got me so high Game tell Em where you from Nigga WEST SIDE #THATR_REAL_HIP_HOP_SHIT
The hunt is on that’s what rock said, And he lost sherif, His wife lost shahiem, Don’t confuse the truth and the wisdom, Chasing money showers, Pockets d o a , Thinking aob looking back that’s boa Bank of America and gimmie got got at the light be Indy Red hook red album Straight outta..... Oh shit that’s butta O’Shea we coco brothers Vh one doe But our corners is sharp I’m in my book bag Aftermath class I toast cirroc America got a thing for my Pell grant I bought the block Walls black Caught on fire Jumped out the window in fact Looking for Mary Jane I pasted it to the guy in the back I rose from the parks look at me I will never take the bus back I’m kd in Seattle Waiting for Dre to bring the Sonics back
[Intro: The Game] Crip niggas, Blood niggas, eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' [Verse 1: The Game] Since the West Coast fell off, the streets been watching The West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton Aftermath been here, the beats been knocking Nate Dogg doing his thing, DPG still popping I got "California Love," fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit And Westside Connection been had it locked, bitch I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cocking I put red dots on a nigga head like Rodman All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, niggas hate me Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record labels tryna advance Aftermath bitch, take it like a motherfucking man [Chorus: 50 Cent] If you take a look in my eyes See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!) If you take a look in my eyes See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)
Look at how tip toe, already told yol, I gotta blueprint to this life, raised by my great grand parent, I know my family tree, genealogy like I have been in the garden of eden chilling silly me but I gotta degree, what does it mean rapper, it means I could play we the laws of the universe, paint a mona lisa in the process, get
Wanted a Porsche after I got my face up in the source But now I switched my course let my voice magnify the hoarse Cus haters ain't saying nothing bumping and bluffing My world like Ruffin ended sins are granted evil demands it Hands in it reaching for the stars from bars to cars Who wanna be a star lose ya name in this damn game Too many that died to claim the title of king dynasty fame I'll probably die before 33 jesus back in Bethlehem slam Me on the cross with my self against my self my health Plotting an escape from this mud atom sand capsule With a mindful of tricks stay popping my six hitting licks 6 digits on the switch yeah so fuck a glitch we hood rich With Hood felons ain't no telling what dimes is selling Drugs to slugs I see all folks as one hug of a dangerous bug Leeches I used to love this girl named Peaches But she let cream get in her way got led astray say Broken dreams in disarray 112 ways to eat ya display Sweet pussy damn but back to the story none could floor me Standing tall against a downfall I give it my all gall Til i take my steps and every plot is positioned in a prep
Jak bede na tej plycie u the game to nie zapomnijcie czarodziejowi z oz przypomniec zeby tam jakies trzy krzyzyki podpisal bo mnie w chuja zrobil i nie dojechal heh bandite..
remember Canadian they never made difference in Canada since 2009 until i ran for mayor,. and they statrted to do thing a just now... this logical explanation/. to get rid of moledina you have to say tum saab chirya ho urr jao... meaning you r all birds fly away.
Here we go Nashville Hold up ur gun if ur catching a case got hit at a robbery couldn't escape put the gun to her head said don't wait or hesitate ring ring there a deal that they want you to make if it was we I'd tell them no it's a hell no from the gate better yet bark bark ya he's not there for u to pet and he will bite And u can leave me Pearson what ever u need 3 on platinum first three now u feeling me cause of the shit I say I got them tryna still my music hell the abuse I'm used to it
