кинофильм “Men In Black”

 
кинофильм “Men In Black” (p) 1997
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Men In Black [Will Smith] We Just Wanna Party With You [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Just Cruisin’ [Will Smith] The ‘Notic [Roots] Make You Happy [Trey Lorenz] Escobar ’97 [Nas] Same Ol’ Thing [A Tribe Called Quest] Killing Time [Destiny’s Child] Chanel No. Fever [De La Soul]

  Men In Black
    Here come the Men in BlackIt’s the M. I. B. ‘s, uhh, here come the M. I. B. ‘sHere come the Men in BlackThey won’t let you rememberThe good guys dress in black remember thatJust in case we ever face to face and make contactThe title held by me — M. I. B.Means what you think you saw, you did not seeSo don’t blink be what was thereis now gone, black suit with the black Ray Ban’s onWalk in shadow, move in silenceGuard against extra-terrestrial violenceBut yo we ain’t on no government listWe straight don’t exist, no names and no figerprintsSaw somethin strange, watch your backCause you never quite know where the M. I. B. ‘s is atUh and…Here come the Men in Black (Men in Blaaaaack)Galaxy defenders (oahhaooohh ohhhhh)Here come the Men in Black (Men in Blaaaaack)They won’t let you rememberUh uh, uh uh, nowfrom the deepest of the darkest of nighton the horizon, bright light enters sight tightCameras zoom, on the impending doomBut then like BOOM black suits fill the room upWith the quickness talk with the witnessesHypnotizer, neuralizerVivid memories turn to fantasiesAin’t no M. I. B. ‘s, can I pleasedo what we say that’s the way we kick itYaknahmean? I see my noisy cricket get wicked on yaWe’re your first, last and only line of defenseagainst the worst scum of the universeSo don’t fear us, cheer usIf you ever get near us, don’t jeer us, we’re the fearlessM. I. B. ‘s, freezin up all the flack(What’s that stand for?)Men In BlackThe Men in Black…The Men in BlackLet me see ya just bounce it with me, just bounce with meJust bounce it with me c’monLet me see ya just slide with me, just slide with meJust slide with me c’monLet me see ya take a walk with me, just walk it with meTake a walk with me c’monAnd make your neck workNow freeze…Here come the Men in Black (Men in Blaaaaack)The galaxy defendersRight on, right onHere come the Men in Black (Men in Blaaaaack)They won’t let you rememberk (ohhhh nooooo)Alright check it, let me tell you this in closinI know we might seem imposinBut trust me if we ever show in your sectionBelieve me, it’s for your own protectionCause we see things that you need not seeAnd we be places that you need not beSo go witcha life, forget that Roswell crapShow love to the black suit, cause that’s the Men inThat’s the Men in…Here come the Men in Black (here they comeeeee)The galaxy defenders (ga-la-xy de-fenders)Here come the Men in Black (ohhhh here they come)They won’t let you remember (won’t, let you, rememberrrr)Here come the Men in Black (ohhhh here they come)Galaxy defenders (ohh ohh, ohh ohh, ohh ohh)Here come the Men in BlackThey won’t let you remember
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  We Just Wanna Party With You
    Uhh, whatchu wanna do? SoSoDefYou wanna get down? (ah get down, get down)Whatchu wanna do? (ah get down, get down)Said you wanna get down? (We got Snoop Dogg, in the house tonight)Whatchu wanna do? (with the homeboy JD)You wanna get down? (ah get down, get down)Whatchu wanna do? (ahh ha ha)Yeah, now check this outNow, everywhere I gothey wanna see Don-Che-Che-OYes obsessed with SoSo all my doughHow the jewelry glow and the Cristi’ flowAin’t no secret I sleep with freakypremium bush when I push they pushAnd after we push I leave herCause I don’t love herHa ha, and me neitherA-B-C-D-P-G-CWho could it be, it’s the D-O-double-GKnown for the bone and the chrome on the D’sGold credit card backyard full of green trees (what?)Breeze through the summer in a Hummer wit tintOr dip in the low-low but that’s just for promoNever leave me alone, without the dough doeI’m SoSo cold but y’all didn’t know doeTo be a high roller, you need a pistolaAnd about a half a key of some Coca-ColaNow that I got older, I got a little colderAnd I don’t trip to get a chip off my [nigga’s] shoulderMad dreams, of a gangsta being like Cagneyor Bogey but Snoop DoggyAin’t no follower, man I’ma GeneralSo when I put it down I gots to be so originalI’m quick to bust just like Daz DillingerBut that’s the little homey and I’m the big homey Snoop Don CorleoneSpittin it, hittin it, while I’m gettin thatBout it, bout it, and happy to shout out, mmmI dissapear ‘fore the game get crowdedTake a trip overseas to the West Indies, freezeJD (uh-huh), music pleaseI get goosebumps when the bassline thumpsSo fat, call me Professor ClumpAin’t nuttin on the low about me I flossAnd no there’s none of these [hoes] son what I tossOn the track better bring chips cause I costMillion dollar company [fuck it] I’m the bossI don’t sit back and watch I go for itDifferent colored drops on the car port, who’s short?Khakis on my leg, Lugz on my feetI’m walkin up the street while boppin my feetI’m fresh off the bus from Memphis, TennesseeHead still spinnin from the Coke and HenneseeSit down on it, nah, get down on itIt really don’t matter cause you want it, Dogg-gonitCuz, you must was buzzedWhen you was bumpin your gums, who you thought I was?But look, I ain’t even trippin right nowIt’s like that there, bow, wowSo many styles I could flip em like a filePop my drop top and let the beat rockDip through, course you do, miss youBut back to the issue, I wish youstop tryin to clown the Pid-oundCause you don’t really wanna get downAll we wanna do is make you danceNo standing on the wallGet your back up off the wall, c’monAll we wanna do is make you danceNo standing on the wallGet your back up off the wallCause I heard all my [niggaz sayYou know itWhen your dancing yeahThat’s rightYou show itWhen you move move moveYou know itDo you wanna dance? Come with me and danceWhen your dancing yeahYou show itDo you wanna move? I’ma make you moveWhen you move move moveCome with me, yeah yeah, we gon let the beat go on like thisDo I wanna dance? I’ma make your danceDo y’all wanna move? I’ma make you move…

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  Just Cruisin’
    IntroThe maestroNice flowHot like nitroCool as ice thoughThat type of docodimyY’all know it’s gotta beWho else could it be but meRub your eyes but hold the big BillyIt’s dream supreme bean stream from PhillyIt’s the eclectic female attractor rapper slash actorRight back at yaInto to the next millinium many come but few are chosenSee me servin’ like the U.S. OpenAnother type of hustler listed at BlockbusterGo and ask a movie usherWho is he, he or sheSFP, movies CD’s, and TV’s, but uh uh’cause the day I take a break from thatAs I roll where a tank of gas will take me atI used to rock theseRed, I rock Z’sNow I rock the MB’sWith twelves and V’sToday sun highUp in the skyFrom NYLa la to MII’m Just Cruisin’Where, baby, I don’t careJust Cruisin’As long as you take me thereJust Cruisin’Somewhere to clear my mindJust Cruisin’Just Cruisin’Zero to sixty a sixtyFlossin’ ninety degreesSony cartridges, ten CD’s eachReach to the beachSouth side leanin’It ain’t often I’m off and I’m for the top downdrop downGot me hot now heated up can’t stop nowWhat up cutie what sure sure is cooking nowYo I knowI’m spoken for can’t hurt lookin’ noPop CD’s, B-I-G’s, and Tupac’sWhile cruisin’ on the blocksHittin’ the hot spotsGot my celly on O-F-FGolden arches got my belly goin’ oh yes yesSo let’s just ease on down ease on down the roadNo pager on my hipAs I rollin’ my whip’Cause today I’m on the solo creekMan, why you think I be workin’ so hard all weekSun settin’ in the S-K-YMust say I have the best day ITryin’ to find an exitA place to chill not to hecticSo I can spend some time with WillLet the sun shine to the moonlight clearin’ my mindSoul search, see what I findIf I’m being the best lover and friendAm I being the best daddy I canI pray I amAnd I feel good todayReminiece as I’m cruisin’ around the wayRoll tight passed the park where I used to playCan’t think of a better way to spend my dayUh, still findin’ my wayStill growin’Petrol rowin’Moon soon showin’Gots to get goin’, losing the lightAnd the freaks come out at night

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  The ‘Notic
    The ‘NoticRoots Feat/D’AngeloThis beautiful blend, I knew her through a mutual friendShe was a work of art, a part of my heart from back thenA brown skin singer, with a knack for actin, Alana’s whole attractionJust fractionally based on surface, I got into her mental on purposeAnd with alertness, as I flirt with her emotionWalls we built up out of nervousness was brokenI reminisce on how this Black Thought had her openWit da energy that got the whole summertime smokin very hypnotizedWhen it was time we spent timeIt’s no way to rewind or preventtime from slipping away like day, into the darkand the way that things fall apart, will make some startto feel more, weak or insecureBut for whatever reason our relationship remain matureEven when she caught feelings cuz I stay on tourAs I reflect on before, and recap the situationI guess from experience, comes educationWe set on a path to opposite destinationsIt’s best to chalk it up and add it to the elevationThen eventually flow on to lost communicationI called but lost all informationAnd with time forgot it, it’s not like I’m all in tears about itBut the fact still remains that I miss the HypnoticYou’re a shinin’ starNo matter where you areFor the world to seeWhat you truly beShe was the hypnotic, and potent as a narcoticthe bizarre logic of it all, is why the clock tickpages of the calendar flip, we can’t stop ittime will either tell the tale, or turn a love toxicnow was she real, or an illusion of this opticalconfusion with the accent of ancient Egyptor could it be that she’s the one I was supposed to be withand together walked this twisted, staircase is somethin realisticdamn, her lips having me addicted to her presencefront page material on essence, a queen, imperial before her adolescenceand as she grew into a woman she became refineI never knew another like her in my lifetimeso now I travel through a tunnel of space, without a placeon the face of this earth, with this pain gettin worsedrivin me insane, or release I’m touchin the brink, of sanityto think of how I can link, or contact herI was a fool before, but more wise after the factI’m analyzin how I’m wantin her backand wonderin exactly where she could be on the mapI’m just sittin here spinning the world on one fingerreoccuring thoughts of this brown skin singeryo, the psychotic, the hypnotic, yo check it outthe most melodic hypnotic, yeahYou’re my shinin starNo matter where you areDont know what to sayWas it true to be

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  Make You Happy
    Baby I’ve been thinking bout you night and dayI can’t seem to get you off my mindSeems to me you’re never getting what you needBut I got it right here, I can make you feel so rightBaby let me make you happyTake you riding in my caddyIf you want me, you can have meYou can even call me daddyGood lovin’, chocolate coveredSweeter than a muther, mutherMake you never call anotherFreak you underneath the coversI can make you happy if you want me toLet me make you happy like your man won’t doBaby you can tell me all your fantasiesWe can do whatever’s on your mindAll I want to do is get you close to meBelieve me when I tell youThat girl you should be mine all mineI can make you happy if you want me toLet me make you happy like your man won’t doGirl I want to creep with you tonightThere’s so much we can doIf you say its alrightI just wanna get deeper into youCome inside of your loveFeel the warmth of your touchHold you, I can show youYou should give me a chancePut yourself in my handsI just wanna get closer to youGirl please that your body’s calling me too (baby)I can make you happy if you want me toLet me make you happy like your man won’t do

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  Escobar ’97
    Honies, cash, weed, carsghetto celebrities, ‘hood movie starsgat slingers now rap singers are who we arewent from Nasty to Nas to Nas to EscobarThe path we all walk, starts out long it’s like a boardwalkmonopoly, some make it around, some go down, it’s prophecyhappy days balancing with life’s atrocitieshoppin’ in v’s, knowin’ some day I got to lead properlyhigh up in a five realizing the price paidfor this life laid in the light shadeone might say, top of the world’s two whips, a crib and a girlquick to celebrate it, poppin’ corks like they made itpretentious, arrogant niggas is senselesspro ball players with white wives, peep they night liveswhile you could catch me in a crisp white fivedark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green onmy theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrongI mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donutsnow I grown up, got it chromed upgot the rap game sewn up, sho-nuffniggas acting cool, but it’s really no loveI feel a slow buzz, off the dutchthis is everyday, every secondgot to make it pay, every lesson I learntgot me open while most of these rappers’ll stay burntWith so much drama in QBC, it’s kinda hard being EscobarroElderado Red, sippin’ Dom out the bottlemy life is like a Donald Goines novelwe wave glasses like bravodrunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pocketsmy niggas from the block rock this,box cocaine, cook it and chop itlooking to profit, in different waysgoin’ through this difficult stage, called lifebut each year my physical’s praisedsome fell beyond the reach of helpcut in the street, thinkin’ they could teach theyselfwhen all we wanted was a piece of wealthand randomly, feed our familythe streets are insanityamply, living in ths thug’s fantasyrichest nigga in show biz is what I plan to beheavy chain and my QB sway, living this king’s lifemagazines write about me, in this dream it’s all tightNow the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of painiced the chain and all the followers camethey tried to throw me off track, but I caught thatthey thought I lost thatbut I’m continuing to make more stackshalftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin’trips overseas, southeast, diamond and richessleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin’ real scared, on the groundrollie flush, princess cuts, and large roundsthe crews up, findin time to shine rocksit’s real, you violate, be in a pine boxif it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it’s crazyI didn’t make the game, the game made merecords for the babies so they raised up in mansionshaters keep hating, and ladies’ll keep glancingYall know the routine out this muthafucka…. word up

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  Same Ol’ Thing
    Check my style outLife situations are the one I speak aboutIt seems cats now-a-days we gettin’ introduced to courageDon’t get discouraged ’cause my words will threw her like flourishwe got the bountywe from the queen’s countyoverlookin’ things like a Rushmore MountyAnd got no other choice except to get a little loveWe rise aboveWe be fittin’ like a gloveThr pain in my heart is getting dosed by joyWe have no other boy but to bring the B-boyThere’s nothin’ on this erb that can end still fearThe locomive, puttin’ my thing in gearI only have the fear of guard and that’s aquaYou need binacaYour trap is blazing like blancaI got the lethal you couldn’t put a match to itLet me know yo we could do it like Stu itMind over matter action is neededWhen the big one not to be super seededResponsibility is somethin’ I can’t denyThe illegallies is Narcist replyMost cats scrambled to do ’cause they want toBut on the kick rising in the past on in prompt toMy lily’s hot like two links in the skilletA room filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill itNow we should resort from the cradle to the graveRound and opposition twisted like Super DaveYou be looking, Bub, just like Uncle JesseDon’t make the scene messy’Cause it’ll jump that’s word Aunt BetsyProfound sentences to pure lyric demsSome of my friends be like a people with stemsFolks be on the chase for this cheddarThinkin’ it makes your life betterBut it can make you ass outAnd when I’m at a show chicks never pass outWe got the noise to make the whole mash outA Tribe Called Quest make the party go downPlus we make posite divots to fill up all your crownsLyrics come to cats like a hot and cold flashSo can come with ease if four and a smashHeld the fort down like the Justice League all the super friendsBut in the world turn more spinsBrothers walk the street with the ill pace faceCity life breeze contempt for each raceAll pages due to a law and I should say itIt’ the abstract, motor, vader, making things, making things betterPuttin’ things in perspective to rock and roll’Cause you know this kid is got wild soulOf every kind of dramaLike stars out pirhannaCold like ice jazzed hot like a saunaIt’s the has verse the the half guess who’s arrived in the hoodExposing all wrongs it’s all goodYo word up, hip-hop is live like a wireLet’s get a little bit before the whole joint expireI got to stress it againYou see it’s for my KenAnd all my babiesChildren of the world, no maybe’sTo you we got to move throughAnd push throughBecause we got to make it happen keep the true blueIt’s like thatSo much confusion goin’ onSo much confusion goin’ onInside all mineInside all mineSo much confusion goin’ onUh, uh, uh, uhBut everything will be fineSo much confusion goin’ onSo much confusion goin’ onGotta make it alrightGotta make it alrightGotta elevate your mindElevate your mind

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  Killing Time
    Sitting on the stairwayHoping that you’re lookingWaiting patientlyFor you to come back to me(What should I do)And I don’t mind the waitingAs long as there’s just maybeA possibilityFor you to be true to meI’ll be sitting on the stairwayTil you call and turn to meWith nothing to do baby, yeahBut twiddle my thumbs and thinkKilling time, waiting on youWhat should I doI’ll be sitting here waitingKilling time, waiting on youWhat should I doI’ll be sitting here waitingLook inside your mirrorI hope you see clearerThen look behind yourselfAnd you will find me(What should I do)I got your back babyThe love I have I’m savingI’ll be there for youJust like I said I’ll be hereOh baby when you come back downDon’t forget the love you found in meI know that you’re gonna take timeBut remember I’m by your sideDon’t worry I’m down for youNo matter what you’re going throughI’ll be there, I’ll be thereBaby, baby, baby, baby, baby

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  Chanel No. Fever
    It’s in the back y’allIt’s on the wall y’allIt’s in your head, but it’s not the feverNow with the B-I double L billWe bill the par territories placing flags on terrainsNow I said it was yours so snatch the world back from WayneWe did, universally sparked the lidNow these ladies love how we liveGot’em caught, shit you already know looking so flyThat the dog that played spiderweb your up aliasing hereSucker cats don’t try to steerNear this, wish you could bring it this wayCompliments of Wonder Y and my nigga David JSo the do, re, mi, fa, sol, laMany reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venueAh, shut up in your face no need to continueI’ve been there, done thatReceived it, won thatYo stunned that, that’s how you like To Sun frozedKeep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows cropsHops, you’ll need the whole ceiling to topsI saw the empire, set your liquid to fireBim Blam set a flame to your fannyDavis the surname like Davis the SammyA grammy, my concern is to earn for a little ageNext time, next rhyme, next phaseNow put your hand on your hipNow put your hand on your hipAnd let your backbone slipAnd let your backbone slideNow put your hand up on your hipNow put your hand up on your hipAnd let your backbone slip for the feverHey, ladies and gents reintroducing to youShootin’ shit like hot asses at the sip of bean stewSuper fat come the visitor zooPeace to my homewood niggas and my man TofuI’m through evil that man doGet some ass on the side so my love can shine throughPull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soakYour holdin’ on to my twelve dollar smokeMan, it was Mase who laced the beat from up out the EarthLeaving brothers hipnotized like Ootney FonsworthBut I’m hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of dawnDada, wonder why it’s hotter than hotWhy not knee, my Steve got niggas on the dickThey want to join the clickI hope that ass get a record dealSo they can feel what I feelTo overstand that ring ring, how you do is realYou must be from Italy ’cause all you do is roamMicrophone to microphone, lookin’ for homeI write a poem to make the publicists flock the prone copChina on stage so I don’t need a spotlightShould be tight like tupperwear supperwear, drawers of socksSippin’ on gray pot yo scratch the pork chopsCause nothin’ here dropsWe’re goin’ up, up, up, up, up, up, upIt’s the fever

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