Royce Da 5'9'' Lyrics
Royce Da 5'9'' Lyrics
"Don't Hate Lyrics"
Comfort Lyrics
...And you want to impress That you love me more or less Which of us will be first To get off To get hurt When you come too close for comfort Come too close for comfort Much too close for comfort Too close for comfort And on line The acrobat Who has got his act down pat Balance rules of etiquette Until you hang another net If I get too close for comfort Come too close for comfort Much too close for comfort Too close for comfort <
...And you want to impress That you love me more or less Which of us will be first To get off To get hurt When you come too close for comfort Come too close for comfort Much too close for comfort Too close for comfort And on line The acrobat Who has got his act down pat Balance rules of etiquette Until you hang another net If I get too close for comfort Come too close for comfort Much too close for comfort Too close for comfort <
[ Royce ]
From Sony Records all the way to Optik Records
Yeah
From the US to overseas
The lovely Melbeatz on the instrumentals
Classic
You know how we do
[ CHORUS: (Royce &) Savas (2X) ]
(Don't hate) das Leben ist Stress genug
Ich hab nichts mit dem Rest zu tun
Die siehst wie die meisten nur Scheiss verbreiten
( ? ) doch l?sst es zu
(You don't want it with) mir oder meiner Crew
Ich fick alle Idioten mit einer Line und zerreiss
Jeden am Mic der redet und meint dass er irgendwas weiss
[ VERSE 1: Royce Da 5'9" ]
Niggas'll leave your brains number than veins
In the streets where pumpers can preach caine
In numbers and train like somethin you teach
Niggas comin is targeted, my niggas, they vain
With guns with range that'll aim and dump at the market
I don't know if you got enough heat for that beef that you started
With a nigga that's stupid, whose piece is retarted
I'm keepin parts of your name and your look
Parts of your
Legacy Lyrics
Millions of years ago Utopian life arose Through my prolific eyes Watched my equals grow To a mess They failed the test But life was already conceived Nothing he could retreive Rolled out a second batch And found they could repeat Through a storm I must reform A Legacy was made to warn man The Legacy Has risen to warn again Forty days of rain Washed the ill away Pairs of all living things Stepped on ground to stay Mult
brain, pick a part to sling in your hooksMillions of years ago Utopian life arose Through my prolific eyes Watched my equals grow To a mess They failed the test But life was already conceived Nothing he could retreive Rolled out a second batch And found they could repeat Through a storm I must reform A Legacy was made to warn man The Legacy Has risen to warn again Forty days of rain Washed the ill away Pairs of all living things Stepped on ground to stay Mult
Then I'm hangin you up
This is not the year for the vets
This is the year for the soldier who's rollin over cadets
With explosive cassettes, even long figures, still it's respect
Shit, I'm still a threat
That's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest nigga that's rhymin in Rock City
All these ( ? ) can die in denial or rock with me
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
[ VERSE 2: Kool Savas ]
Du willst Fame indem du mich disst
Doch ich ?bernehme das Game hier wie Kiss
Komm auf die B?hne und battle mich, Bitch
Probier wie man t?rkische Penise k?sst
Du w?rst gerne wie ich, true und normal
Kool und loyal, fresher als jeder
Ich schreibe am Meter, zerst?ckel die Hater
Und arbeite mehr als ich muss wie ein Streber
Baammm - hier ist mein Album und bye
Ich bin wie meine N?sse, alleine
Butter My Arse With A Pigeon Lyrics
What is it that gives a pop record that special something, that extra touch that makes it a hit and lifts it to the dizzy heights of the top of the top ten? As the monster truck speeds up to pass I find myself alone with you at last Now's there's a little something that I forgot to ask: If you've got the pigeon, I've got the ass Butter my ass with a pigeon Butter my ass real good Butter my ass with a pigeon Like you know you should Butter my ass with a pigeon Butter
zu zweitWhat is it that gives a pop record that special something, that extra touch that makes it a hit and lifts it to the dizzy heights of the top of the top ten? As the monster truck speeds up to pass I find myself alone with you at last Now's there's a little something that I forgot to ask: If you've got the pigeon, I've got the ass Butter my ass with a pigeon Butter my ass real good Butter my ass with a pigeon Like you know you should Butter my ass with a pigeon Butter
Sitze zu Haus, chill und mach nix
H?r dann auf Kiss, "dirty und tight"
Fick jeden am Mic, jeden der meint
Er flowt und ist besser als ich wenn er reimt
Du hast ?berkomplexe, machs ?ber die S?tze
Und spittest auf deinen Tracks immer als letzter
Komm, ich hab noch Lines f?r dich, Homes
Schein am Mic bis jeder sich sonnt
Most Wanted Rapper bei WOM
Drop Hits wie Bomben und fliege davon
Bigger als Pun, fetter als Joe
Der erste deutsche Rapper der flowt
Kommt ihr Verr?ter, ich fick euch am Mikro
Und geb euch den Penis wie Peter
Ihr k?nnt jetzt alle zur?ck auf die Bank
In die Uni, gib lieber dein Mic aus der Hand
Denn ich streiche die Jobs, reim wie der Boss
Rede Schmock, ich sperr dich ein wie die Cops
Spitte wie der Mack und battle jeden der denkt
Er reimt wie ich, ertr?nk dich vor den Augen der Fans
Und wenn mich jeder liebt oder kein Mensch mehr kennt
Ich reim on bis jeder von euch am Mic verbrennt
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
Land of Blood Lyrics
[music by pepa/cavestany, lyrics by galeon] you live in your private hell don't know if you're sick or well something out there calls your name too insecure to enter the game life to you is a magazine all dreams are on a silver screen you never want to grow seeds of hate are all that you sow land of blood fields of greed so many choices broken dreams anything can happen and always does can you adapt when the going gets rough gold rays of sun se
[ VERSE 3: Tre Little ][music by pepa/cavestany, lyrics by galeon] you live in your private hell don't know if you're sick or well something out there calls your name too insecure to enter the game life to you is a magazine all dreams are on a silver screen you never want to grow seeds of hate are all that you sow land of blood fields of greed so many choices broken dreams anything can happen and always does can you adapt when the going gets rough gold rays of sun se
Yo, I'ma hurt the game that's dirt, let me explain your worth
You look like him but sound like her
You want an Eminem flow with a 5'9" voice
Weird signs, y'all niggas is hoes - oh!
You want Jiggaman's movements, Timbaland's music
Musiq on the hook with Kevin Lyle's approvement
Dupri do the remix, Nas do the verses
Nate Dogg do the hooks - number one single!
Keep your album grimey, you go and get The LOX
You pay em top dollar, they don't like you, pops
Sheek wanna fight you, Styles wanna pop you
Jada just don't like you, what the game made you
Meth can't stand you cause your weed is weak
And Primo been sayin yeah but you ain't seen that beat
Dub C wanna quit cause of niggas like you
Vanilla Ice is comin back cause of niggas like you
Ghostwriters get paid cause of niggas like you
Swear to God, Tre Little hate niggas like you
Neptunes for your second single, it's gettin nauseous
All this Cris-poppin and wrist watches