кинофильм «Gone In 60 Seconds«(p) 2000
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Painted On My Heart [The Cult]
Machismo [Gomez]
Da Rockwilder [Method Man & Redman]
Roll All Day [Ice Cube]
Party Up (Up In Here) [DMX]
Stop The Rock [Apollo Four Forty]
Better Days [Citizen King]
Painted On My Heart
I thought you’d be out of my mind
And I’d finally found a way to
Learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons
Not to think about you
But it’s just not so
And after all this time
I still can’t let go
I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me
I was trying everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just can’t seem to
I guess it’s just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you
I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me
I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
I’m trying to escape you
And I know there ain’t no way to
To chase you from my mind
I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
I’ve got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
Is love so deep inside of me, baby
I’ve still got your face
I’ve still got your face
painted on my heart
painted on my heart
painted on my heart
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
My brother’s into, my brother’s into
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
It’s serious, man
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
It’s serious, man
I seen a movie on it
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
Come around my way, toast the angels
He don’t do what it’s from, that ain’t right
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
It’s serious, man
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
It’s serious, man
I seen a movie on it
He’s into that, that spiritual stuff
Come around my way, toast the angels
He don’t do what it from, that ain’t right
Come around my way, toast the angels
He don’t do what it from, and that ain’t right
He don’t do what it from, and that ain’t right
So come around my way, toast the angels
He don’t do what it from, and that ain’t right
He don’t do what it from, and that ain’t right
Oh my god… Oh my god!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture
closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together
going all not together it don’t take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
we don’t condome bitin in the sellin crossbones
protectin what am writin don’t clash with the Titan
who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence
C’mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL! (Fuck your lifestyle!) (Blew wind) … put your lights out
got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out
time for some action, surfin the avenue
mad at you, where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I’m going in, walls closin in
got us bustin off these pistols
my niggas got issues… again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I’m gone.
I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
don’t condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
in no zone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
right behind on the boss
Haters don’t touch, weigh us both up
now my neighbor doped up
got the cable hooked up. All channels
lift my shirt all Mammal
you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed of shotgun
hand on the pump, sippin on a forty
puffin on a blunt
bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaa
yeah c’mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaaa
I got a full tank of unleaded
Now we could roll all day, if I could ride all night
— I got a full tank of unleaded —
I see you walkin’ and I’m damn near stalkin’
You a chicken head and I’m chicken hawkin’, now we talkin’
‘Bout your unlucky backround
And how your ex-boyfriend is smokin’ crack now (why)
I’m very very simpethetic
But baby where you headed?
— I got a full tank of unleaded —
She got in and had ass for days like
— BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN! —
She aks me would I harm her
No, I’m a charmer
A fuckin’ night in shining armour
We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past
Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass
(«what choo wanna do after this?»)
I wanna get your tities in my fist
But you wanna kiss
Your mouth might taste like dick (ewww)
And I grew up on bearin’ wit, trick
Now we could roll all day, if I could ride all night
— I got a full tank of unleaded —
Niggas that I know don’t kiss no hoes
Niggas that I know don’t buy no clothes
Niggas that I know don’t fuck no pros
Niggas that I know roll foots (?) in fours (yeah)
Pull them panties off your hips
Pussy deep as crips
And ’bout as wide as my grip
Never ever get me with that wipper feel
They got a pants full of black steel
Am I too real?
You like dick I know you do
Wanna bring out the hoe in you
I know what you’re goin’ thru
You already think you’re cree-al
You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio
Aww, you thought I was a nice guy
But shit, I was around eight, with bitches gettin’ laid
If I wrap my dick in plastic
Now, how wide can that ass get?
It’s gettin’ drastic
Now we could roll all day, if I could ride all night
— I got a full tank of unleaded —
Should of picked up an old girl that I know
That’s what I get for fucking with you young hoes
About to get an attitude, what’s hapenin’?
Baby how you actin’?
Let’s get it crackin’ (c’mon)
No?
well then bitch you got to go
I put her ass out, on imperial
Hoe slamed my door, next to texico
Kick my lexo, broke my window
Put out my indo
Jumped out and said»bitch are you crazy?»
Fucked around and got lazy
She jumped in my car, took off, now I’m stuck
And all I want to do was fuck
(damn…)
I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night
— I had a full tank of unleaded
Y’all gon’ make me lose my mind
up in HERE up in here
Y’all gon’ make me go all out
up in here up in here
Y’all gon’ make me act a FOOL
up in HERE up in here
Y’all gon’ make me lose my cool
up in here up in here
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it’s gonna be quick aight
All your mens up in the jail before suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain’t that some shit
Y’all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
you come around, it’s like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don’t know who the fuck you think you talkin to
but I’m not him, aight slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon’ find yourself, buried next to someone else
and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn’t have been the issue, or maybe
they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That’s why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts
Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain
cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain’t rapped long enough
to be fuckin with me and you, you ain’t strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y’all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What’s gon’ be the outcome? Hmm, let’s add up all the factors
You wack, you’re twisted, your girl’s a hoe
You’re broke, the kid ain’t yours, and e’rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like,»So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go»
I’m tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss
that don’t belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them
who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin — put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin — lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y’all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up North type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood’s thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e’rybody come out, don’t nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I’ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth? I’ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo’ ass is about to be missin
You know who gon’ find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your soul’s at rest
but it’s hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest
Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!
One… two… meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon’ meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon’ meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon’ meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside
meet me outside, outside motherfucker
X is got y’all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz Beatz got y’all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Ruff Ryders got y’all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin again
Bouncin again, we’re bouncin again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double R keep it comin, ain’t nuttin y’all
Ain’t nuttin y’all can do, now…
Stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, can’t stop the rock
You can’t stop the rock, stop the rock
Stop the rock, can’t stop the rock
You can’s stop the rock, can’t stop the rock (repeated)
Shake that paranoia, can’t stop the rock! (repeated)
Come move me move me
Dancing like Madonna, into the groovy
Stop the rock, can’t stop the rock
You can’t stop the rock, can’t stop the rock
Let’s get down and dirty baby
Come get down and dirty babe
Down and dirty baby
Shape the rock like Henry Moore
Aphrodite at the waterhole, come on!
Stop the rock, can’t stop the rock
You can’t stop the rock, can’t stop the rock
In my shoes my toes are busted
My kitchen says my bread is molded
Got a good job at the dollar store
One foot in the hole
One foot gettin’ deeper
With a broken mirror
And a blown out speaker
I ain’t got much else to lose
I’m faded, flat busted
Been jaded, I been dusted
I know that I’ve seen better days
One foot in the hole
One foot gettin’ deeper crank it to eleven
And blow another speaker
And I ain’t got, I ain’t got much to lose
Cuz I’ve seen better days
Been the star of many plays
I’ve seen better days
And the bottom drops out
My cup’s filled up with five buck wine
Find myself here all the time
Another rip in the glass
Another chip in my tooth
Rained on, I’ve been stained on
Found another goat I put the blame on
Now I’m steppin’ on all the cracks
But I guess there ain’t no use
I’m bent like glass second hand like glory
Missed the bus but I’m in no hurry
Molasses fast, no business born
One foot in the hole
One foot gettin’ deeper crank it to eleven
Blow another speaker
And I ain’t got, I ain’t got much to lose
Cuz I’ve seen better days
Been the star of many plays
I’ve seen better days
And the bottom drops out
I’ve seen better days
Been the star of many plays
I’ve seen better days
And the bottom drops out