DMX - Where The Hood At

Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind
Thinkin dog can't pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat
Nigga I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz
Fuck is y'all niggaz...
Y'all niggaz just thinkin I'm sittin around doin nothin?
Oh my God, y'all niggaz can't be serious

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be
Fuckin with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X
Last I heard, y'all niggaz was havin sex, with the SAME sex
I show no love, to homo thugs
Empty out, reloaded and throw more slugs
How you gonna explain fuckin a man?
Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touchin ya hand
I don't buck with chumps, for those to been to jail
That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps
I don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads
Only know how to be ONE WAY, that's the dog
I know how to get down, know how to BITE
Bark very little, but I know HOW TO FIGHT
I know how to chase a cat up in the tree
MAN, I GIVE Y'ALL NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKIN WIT ME, IS YOU CRAZY?!?

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

Once a song, I come though, guns is drawn
BLAM BLAM, lungs are gone, sons will mourn
From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog
On the street passed midnight, look for 'em in the morgue
Don't play with these cats cuz I ain't got nothin to say to these cats
For the mothers that really do love em, please pray for these cats
Cuz I know niggaz is hardheaded but I ain't got the patience
Don't want me havin no patience turn into more patience
More trips to ICU cuz I see you
Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do
Where my dogs at? (RIGHT HERE) See them niggaz? (RIGHT WHERE?!?)
GET EM BOY! (RIGHT THERE) That's how we do... (AIIGHT THEN)
This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs
YO, WHERE WE AT BABY?!? (CREEPIN THROUGH THE FOG)
From then till now, don't ask me how
Know that we gon roll like them niggaz and hit every block on the job

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

I get tapes doin times, stop niggaz like grapes makin wine
Five CD's with mad rhymes
Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin
You really wanna stop niggaz from dyin? Stop niggaz from tryin
I cuz I ain't really got that time to waste
and I thought I told you to get these fuckin bums out my face
Lookin atchu in your grill, I might be nice to cut
Once I split ya ass in two, you'll be twice as butt
Yeah, you right, I know ya style - PUSSY cuz I'm fuckin it
Since we all right here, you hold my dick while he suckin it
MOTHERFUCKER, don't you know you'll never come near me
Shove ya head up ya ass, have you seein shit clearly
Never heard that D be runnin, cuz D be gunnin
I beat my dick and bust off in ya eye so you can see me comin/cumin
Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind
and if they get me with the joint, they hit me with a three-to-nine

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at?
You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that

WHERE THE FUCKIN HOOD AT?!? (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
NO ONES' FUCKIN WITH ME NIGGA, FO REAL (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
I AM THE HOOD, I AM THE STREETS (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT, MOTHERFUCKER (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
I'M IN THE HOOD ALL DAY (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
I THINK I'M LIKE THE ONLY NIGGA, DOG (It's all good, the dog is the hood)
THAT CAN GO TO THE PROJECTS (SCHOOL STREET, HOME OF THE BRAVE)
BY HIS FUCKIN SELF AND BE GOOD
YEAH NIGGA, ASK NIGGAZ ON Y.O. (MY PROJECTS, Y.O.)
WHEN THE LAST TIME THEY SEEN DOG (Not too long ago baby)
MOTHERFUCKER..
DEE, WAAH, UGH... (Y'all niggaz is homeless)
KATO... (Where the hood at?)

50 Cent Feat. Snopp Dogg & Young Jezzy - Major Distribution

[Hook: 50 Cent (Snoop Dogg)]
I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Run tell the Bloods I’m crippin', go tell the Crips I’m Blood
Nigga, I be trippin', bitch, I don't give a fuck
I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas
Come through 2012 XJ on niggas
I'm an apex predator, nigga, I'm stronger
Shooters on deck, I break bread and they on ya
Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off?
Why the fuck would you be repeating that?
Nigga, I'm a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jay?
I'm in a dope fiend's dream, I got it for 'em raw
I got that morphine memories, I've been breaking the law
I was born a burner, in the stroller with the llama
I'm violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama
Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas
I smoke all these niggas for this bread

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed
5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah
I'm trying to put this shit away on the low
I need a hit a day, think you better get away
From my, oh, my, I got a birdie that'll fly
From Cali to Kingston, back to NY
Snoop's smash the kush, from 5 to 9
Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high
Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal
G's with the trees and the C's on my level
5-0, you know I go hard, these fools call me Bogart
Head nigga in charge, these niggas soft as DeBarge
But I ain't tripping, I'm just flipping my cheese
Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G's
I got it, always kill, always will
Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing
Bag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfing
Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin
Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin
Guess that's the life of a yay' flipper
Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper
Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man
Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans
All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging
Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging
Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table
Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table
Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I’m gonna split it
The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet
Less Soda, more water, stretching like it's elastic
Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah

[Hook]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, you know what it is. It's your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that mothafuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit, homie. Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated. Jah! Rastafari!

Usher - Yeah! ft. Lil Jon, Ludacris

[Intro: Usher & Lil Jon]
Peace up, A-Town down
Yeah! Okay!
Usher
Lil Jon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Let's go!

[Verse 1: Usher & Lil Jon]
I was up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil V-I
Keep it down on the low key
You should know how it feels (hey!)
I seen shorty, she was checking up on me
From the game she was spitting in my ear
You would think that she know me
I decided to chill (okay!)
Conversation got heavy
She had me feeling like she's ready to blow (watch out!)
Ohh! (watch out)
She's saying, come get me
So I got up and followed her to the floor
She said, baby let's go
When I told her (let's go!) I said

[Hook: Usher & Lil Jon]
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Shorty got down low said, come and get me
(Yeah!) Yeah!
I got so caught up, I forgot she told me
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Her and my girl, they used to be the best of homies
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screaming
Yeah (yeah!) yeah (yeah!) yeah, yeah!
Yeah (yeah!) yeah (yeah!) yeah, yeah!

[Verse 2: Usher & Lil Jon]
She's all up in my head now
Got me thinking that it might be a good idea to take her with me
Cause she's ready to leave, ready to leave now (let's go!)
And I got to keep it real now
Cause on a one to ten, she's a certified twenty
But that's just ain't me (hey!)
Cause I don't know, if I take that chance
Just where's it gonna lead
But what I do know is the way she dance
Make shorty alright with me
The way she get low
I'm like, yeah, just work that out for me
She asks for one more dance, and I'm like, yeah
How the hell am I supposed to leave
(Let's go, bring the beat back!) And I say

[Hook: Usher & Lil Jon]
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Shorty got down low said, come and get me
(Yeah!) Yeah!
I got so caught up, I forgot she told me
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Her and my girl, they used to be the best of homies
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screaming
Yeah (yeah!) yeah (yeah!) yeah, yeah!
Yeah (yeah!) yeah (yeah!) yeah, yeah!

[Verse 3: Ludacris & Lil Jon]
Watch out, my outfit's ridiculous
In the club lookin' so conspicuous
And roar, these women all on the prowl
If you hold the head steady, I'mma milk the cow (yeah!)
And forget about game, I'ma spit the truth (what?)
I won't stop till I get 'em in their birthday suit (yeah!)
So gimme the rhythm and it'll be off with their clothes
Then bend over to the front and touch your toes
I left the Jag and I took the Rolls
If they ain't cuttin', then I put em on foot patrol (let's go!)
How you like me now
When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand
Let's drink, you the one to please (yeah!)
Ludacris fill cups like double D's (yeah!)
Me and Ursh' once more, and we leaves 'em dead
We want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed that say

[Hook: Usher & Lil Jon]
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Shorty got down low said, come and get me
(Yeah!) Yeah!
I got so caught up, I forgot she told me
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Her and my girl, they used to be the best of homies
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Next thing I knew, she was all up on me screaming
Yeah (yeah!) yeah (yeah!) yeah, yeah!
Yeah (yeah!) yeah (yeah!) yeah, yeah!

[Outro: Ludacris]
Take that and rewind it back
Lil' Jon got the beat that make your booty go (clap)
Take that, rewind it back
Ursher got the voice make your booty go (clap)
Take that, rewind it back
Ludacris got the flow to make your booty go (clap)
Take that, rewind it back
Lil Jon got the beat that make your booty go (clap)

Akon - Smack That ft. Eminem

Shady
Convict
Up front
Akon
Slim Shady
I see the one
'Cause she be that lady

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh

Up front style. Ready to attack now
Pull in the parking lot slow with the lack down
Convicts got the whole thing packed down
Step in the club. The wardrobe intact now
I feel it. Go on and crack now
Ooh, I see it. Don't let back now
Im'a call her. Then I put the mack down
Money? No problem. Pocket full of that now

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh

Ooh! Looks like another club banger
They better hang on
When I throw this thang on
Get a little drink on. They goin' flip
For this Akon shit. You can bank on it
Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws
The way she climbs up and down them poles
Lookin' like one of them Pretty Cat Dolls
Tryna hold my woody back through my drawers
Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her
Creeps up behind me and she's like, you're -
I'm like, yeah I know, let's cut to the chase.
No time to waste. Back to my place
Plus from the club to the crib's like a mile away
Or more like a palace, shall I say
And plus I got a pal. Every gal is game
In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing!
(Akon!)

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh

Eminem's rollin', D an' them rollin'
Boo an' Oh Marvelous an' them rollin'
Women just hoin'
Big booty rollin'
Soon I be all in them an' throwin D
Hittin' no less than three
Block will style like wee, wee
Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh.
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that, 'till you get sore
Smack that, oooh

PSY - GANGNAM STYLE

Oppan gang-namseutayil
Kang-namseutayil

Naje-neun ttasaroun inkanjeo-gin yeoja
Keopi hanjanye yeoyureuraneun pumkyeok i-nneun yeoja
Bami omyeon shimjangi tteugeowojineun yeoja
Keureon banjeon i-nneun yeoja

Naneun sana-i
Naje-neun neomankeum ttasaroun geureon sana-i
Keopi shikgido jeone wonsyas ttaerineun sana-i
Bami omyeon shimjangi teojyeobeorineun sana-i
Keureon sana-i

Areumdawo sarangseureowo
Keurae neo hey keurae baro neo hey
Areumdawo sarangseureowo
Keurae neo hey keurae baro neo hey
Chigeumbu-teo kal dekkaji kabol-kka

Oppan Gangnam style
Gangnam style
Oppan Gangnam style
Gangnam style
Oppan Gangnam style

Eh- sexy lady
Oppan Gangnam style
Eh- sexy lady
O-oo-o

Jeongsu-khae boijiman nol ttaen noneun yeoja
Ittaeda shipeumyeon mukkeot-deon meori puneun yeoja
Karyeot-jiman wen-manhan nochulboda yahan yeoja
Keureon gamkakjeo-gin yeoja

Naneun sana-i
Jeomjanha boijiman nol ttaen noneun sana-i
Ttae-ga dwehmyeon wahnjeon michyeobeorineun sana-i
Keunyukboda sasangi ul-tungbul-tung-han sana-i
Keureon sana-i

Areumdawo, sarangseureowo
Keurae neo hey keurae baro neo hey
Areumdawo, sarangseureowo
Keurae neo hey keurae baro neo hey
Chigeumbu-teo kal dekkaji kabol-kka

Oppan Gangnam style
Gangnam style
Oppan Gangnam style
Gangnam style
Oppan Gangnam style

Eh- sexy lady
Oppan Gangnam style
Eh- sexy lady
O-oo-o

Ttwiineun nom keu wiie naneun nom
Baby baby
Naneun mwol jom aneun nom
Ttwiineun nom keu wiie naneun nom
Baby baby
Naneun mwol jom aneun nom

You know what I’m sayin'
Oppan Gangnam style

Eh- Sexy Lady Oppa Gangnam style
Eh- Sexy Lady Oppa Gangnam style o-oo-o oh

G-Unit - Nah I'm Talking Bout

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I've been grinding my whole life, nigga
Fuck you talking 'bout?
I'm talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga
You know what I'm about
Front with my shit better come correct, nigga
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Talking about hitting a nigga with this Tec, nigga
Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I've been unwrapping them bricks, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Don't worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin', nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I'm still fucking three ho's at one time, faded
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Put my motherfucking game on her, now her mind's x-rated
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you
Southside nigga to a month in Cancun
Huge rocks poking, I don't need an AC
Banks going through everything B-I two G's
These niggas rapping now stupid
Bragging, they ain't never sold a unit (One unit!)
Acting like you will never do it
Don't wind up on the wall over music

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I can get it, get it for you for the low
Six-fifty nigga for an O
Blink, a kilo is out the door
Don't fuck around when I'm hustling bo
Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Everything cool here 'til I trip, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Having niggas hit you, your cousin then your bitch, nigga

[Hook]

[Bridge: Young Buck]
And I'm fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
50 said we ain't never going broke, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
G-Unit, bitch

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga
These hoes ain't loyal, want bread winners
Hit Perfection, throw bread, nigga
S550 getting head, nigga
European bitches crazy ass
With funny accents, Euros in my back
Trunk full of white boy, One Direction
On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection
One minute I'm home, next I'm in Rome, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Passport gang, my phone's on roam, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
G5 flight, I'm in my zone, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
While your bitch giving me dome, nigga
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

[Hook] + [Bridge]

[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]
Rock O's, but you ain't even know it
Big Roscoe, can't even hold it
This hot dough, but I ain't even sold it
Get your wig split, I ain't need to sew it
We ain't cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga
Everything brand new, nigga
I've been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga
Big watch, I'm big time
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
My neck blink and my whip shine
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Stick it in the freezer 'til it get solid
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
All my life I've been grinding
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
9th Ward

[Hook]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Y'all niggas act like y'all don't know what I'm talking 'bout
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
This is the Unit
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
The mighty, mighty Unit
G-G-G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit - I'm Grown

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals
Niggas ain't on it like I'm on it, I own shit
I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls
I'm a pimp, bitch, I own hoes
I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans
I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers
I do what the fuck I want to
I'm grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit
I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
Rich nigga, six figures
I double up every flip, my stash bigger
Plane hoppin', globetrottin'
A nigga blow a little paper when it's time to move
Fuck old money for the new money
No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do

[Hook: Young Buck]
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I'm on straight Remy, no chaser
Wanna smoke, but I'm still on paper
I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker
Headed to the moon and I just might take ya
Split my blunt with a little bitty razor
While this thick bitch just twerk on the table
I talk big nips, look like Fantasia
She ready, willin' and able
She got a piercing in her navel
Working nine to five and she stable
She say she flying down to my city
Cause she got a birthday coming in April
We ain't got no kind of commitment
Why you worried 'bout if I'm hitting it?
Don't worry about how I'm getting it
Stay the fuck up out of my business

[Hook: Young Buck]
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
No more stressin', I'm VVS'in', ballin' lessons on DVD
Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can't see me free
That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA: I'mma be okay, I'm the I.N.G
Fix flash and I'm a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y'all
Trouble can't ignore me, I was born to ball
Fuck is up? I'm one of one, I need a custom cut
Hear the summer come, I want the number one
Bitch, walk in with a fleet behind me
Shades damn near to the sneaks, Gianni
Two nights and no repeating, mami
I'm guttered up, my streets define me
I drop your ass to the floor, it'll be more
Rob me I'll make a detour, robbery how I get to her
Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder
Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover
Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder
Bullshitting how? Show you my pimping diploma

[Hook: Young Buck]
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown

[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
Brought an Audemar for when times was hard
Nine calls from the 9th Ward
Mardi Gras, take your top off
I'm a nasty nigga, might slide and roll
Fly your girl out to Miami
Sent her back home like they done LeBron
I ain't tripping if you ain't tripping, party hard 'till he calls the law
Got my own house so I can throw you out
I got my own blunt so I ain't putting it out
This is my car and I can smoke it out
Got my own money and like four accounts
Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out
Got my own shooters and they scoping out
Bought my bitch an ass, now it's poking out
If she don't throw it back then I'mma throw her out
My condo money don't fold out, wild all out
Hoes out, let's roll out, funeral when I go south
Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I don't know about
I never changed, I'm so South, big chains and a gold mouth
I'm rollin out

[Hook: Young Buck]
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown

Emberek - Süt a Nap

Ha szomorú vagy, ugye idetalálsz- vagy hívj fel, merre jársz!?
Majd valami jót, megint összehozunk,hisz' van rá száz okunk...

Ha fogy a zseton, vagy a szerelem fáj,éld túl,- ez az ősi szabály!
Én azt hazudom, hogy jobb ami vár, ma is hajnalig szól a gitár...

Ha gyilkos a nap, legyen a zene vidám, a dallamát bízd rám!
Te a szavakat add, ne a vállamon sírj,ne csak "rímmel-ámmal" írj!

Ha üres a ház, vagy a félelem űz, éld túl,- mint a víz, meg a tűz!
Ha gyötör a láz, vagy egy szó, ami fáj, majd jön a zene, ami sohase volt muszáj!

Refr:
Süt a nap, nehogy szomorú légy, ez lehetne százszor is rosszabb!
Süt a nap, kicsit nevet az ég, még gyönyörű dolgokat hozhat!
Süt a nap, nehogy szomorú légy, ez lehetne százszor is rosszabb!
Hát az a bolond, aki most,- hogy ragyog az ég,- mégis áldozat...

Ha szomorú vagy, gyere, segít a dal, ha nem, hát az se baj!
Majd bejön a csönd, s velünk fülel a fal, és ne tudd meg, hogy miket hall...
Ha fogy a zseton, vagy a szerelem fáj, éld túl,- ez az ősi szabály!
Én azt hazudom, hogy jobb ami vár, pedig az igaz, hogy "kapunk, amennyi jár..."

Refr:
Süt a nap, nehogy szomorú légy...

Delta - Süt a nap

Süt a nap - süt a nap…
Refr.:
Süt a nap, élvezd, pezseg az élet
Ragyog az ég és sodor a vágy
Ég kék a tenger, boldog az ember
Az időt úgy megállítanám
Rap 1:
A parton egy karton jéghideg ital
Hűtöm a testem a lelkem, ez karaj
Péntek-szombat, maratoni ramazuri 
Téged vár - UGYE ÉRZED MÁR!!
Sütteted magad, nézed a csajokat
A ringó seggek kelletik magukat
Ez az az érzés, ami nekem betalál
Jobban áll nekik ez, mint a fakanál
Bridge:
O-oh o-o-oh oh o-o-oh…
Rázd meg a tested kérlek bébi gyönyör a négyzeten
O-oh o-o-oh oh o-o-oh…
Kapd el a ritmust így kell élni, ilyen az életem
Refr.:
Süt a nap, élvezd…
Rap 2:
Nulla felhő van most az égen
Élvezd az életet, itt az Éden
Zakatol a buliban a jókedv végre
Senki nem gondol most a télre
Bömböl a Delta a hangfalakból
A nap sugara a testeden táncol
Szeresd az életet - EGYSZER ÉLÜNK!!
Az unokáknak is lesz mit mesélnünk
Bridge:
O-oh o-o-oh oh o-o-oh…
Refr.:
Süt a nap, élvezd…
Refr 2.:
Süt a nap, élvezd, pezseg az élet
Ragyog az ég és sodor a vágy
Magyar a tenger, boldog az ember
Az időt úgy megállítanám

Curtis - Felkel a Nap

1.Verz
Asztalon a konyakos pohár félig töltve
A Hennessy-s üveg lassan kiürűlve
A füstöt nézem ami felszál a szívarból
Cohibat szívok nem a fűvet divatból
Szimatból vágom,ki használja a kólát
és nyáron a Rosehoz kamázom a szódát
ezt a strófát mint szülinapi tortát
kergetem a formát mint oroszlán a csordát
és a kordát meg tanítom kártyázni
a klárika meg a zenémre fogja seggét rázni
ez nem mázli,mert én vagyok a tanár
egy újpesti csatár aki rappben is le darál
mondjuk pár fasz nem tudja még a helyét
de Toth Csabi testvérem majd betöri a fejét
szóval rappes,rólam szépen beszélj
minden városban van spanom ez nektek a veszély!

ref:
Ismét felkel a nap és közli tényként
redőnyön a sugarak színpadi fényként
én meg csak lesek ki,látom az ég kék
Sok ember most kel én meg aludni térnék!

ref2X

2.verz
Vissza gondolok az estémre mik is történtek
budai lányok a party-m szépre szőttétek
ki se köptétek ügyesen lenyeltétek
forintomba nem került de ruhátok tép-té-tek
Úúúh a mértékek magasra ugrottak
a plasztikai sebészek tuti profik voltak
gyönyörű keblek és csodálatos szájak
a csávótoknak biztos nagyra dagad majd a mája
úgye nem bánja,hogy oda teszem én is
már évek óta rajtam van a gazdag csajszi fétis
kimondom,hogy kurva vagy!Még ha sért is
Ez a mentalitás 100%ig Székis!
De már megszokták vagy egybül megszöktek
az ilyen nőkért testvérem a szívem nem lüktet
csak egy újabb lány az esti homályban
de reggel úgyis egyedül leszek a szobámban!

Ref2X

3.verz
Elfogyott az összes piám,mehetek aludni
De a party lüktet bennem nem hagy nyugodni
gyors zuhanyzás,hogy frissitsek még magamon
az alvást leszarom,szöveg füzetem kutatom
gépet kapcsolom az alapot meg bevágom
még jó,hogy mindig gondol rám BLR barátom
mert ha nem lenne mire írnék szöveget?
ki kéne adnom kajak,egy verses kötetet
De így minden kész nincs semmi gondom
stengbe vágom magam a szövegeket ontom
nincs gyenge pontom a falakat lebontom
a rapszakmában testvéreim ott vagyok a toppon
és ott is maradok még lehet csak aratok
már megmondtam régen.hogy csaj seggeket csapatok
Back stage-ben szopatok ezt sohasem tagadom
Még van bennem erő csak felfele haladok!
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Aerosmith - Dream on

Every time that I look in the mirror
all these lines on my face getting clearer
the past is gone
it went by like dusk to dawn
isn't that the way
everybody's got their dues in life to pay

yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
you got to lose to know how to win

half my life's in books' written pages
live and learn from fools and from sages
you know it's true
all the things come back to you

sing with me, sing for the years
sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
sing with me, if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

dream on, dream on, dream on,
dream yourself a dream come true
dream on, dream on, dream on,
and dream until your dream comes true
dream on (7x)

sing with me, sing for the years
sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
sing with me, if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Ibolya Oláh - Magyarország

Van egy ország, 
ahol álmomban jártam: 
Magyarország, 
ahol az arcodban láttam 
a magam arcát. 
Az ölelésben bőség, 
az igaz ügyben hűség 
voltál. 
Én ezt az arcot már őrzöm, 
Magyarország! 
Hiszek az álmomban egy életen át... 

Magyarország!
Te vagy a szívembe írva. 
Magyarország!
Te vagy a lelkemre bízva.
Magyarország, 
hát te vezess most engem, 
és amit meg kell tennem 
segítsd! 
Legyél a holnapban rejlő 
bizonyosság!
Én csak az életem bízom rád...

Van egy ország, 
ahol álmomban jártam: 
Magyarország, 
ahol az arcodban láttam 
a magam arcát. 
Gyere és egyszer végre, 
amikor új nap ébred, 
te várj! 
Gyere és bújj hozzám újra
Magyarország! 
Én ezer év óta várlak már...

Gyere és egyszer végre, 
amikor új nap ébred, 
te várj! 
Gyere és bújj hozzám újra
Magyarország! 
Én ezer év óta várlak már... 

Magyarország!
Idegen földön ha járok, 
Magyarország,
velem az út is megfordul 
haza hozzád. 
Velem az ősök kérnek, 
engedd, hogy benned éljek
tovább, 
ahogyan ők élnek bennem,
Magyarország! 
Milliók áldása szálljon rád! 

Velem az ősök kérnek, 
engedd, hogy benned éljek
tovább, 
ahogyan ők élnek bennem,
Magyarország! 
Milliók áldása szálljon rád! 

Legyél a holnapban rejlő 
bizonyosság! 
Én csak az életem bízom rád! 

Legyél a holnapban rejlő 
bizonyosság! 
Milliók áldása szálljon rád!

Varga Miklós- Vén Európa, az öreg hölgy

Dús hajába tép a szél,
Kék szemében ott a szenvedély.
Foltos, sokszín ruhája oly sokszor elszakadt,
Álma adja az álmokat.

Megszülte hűtlen gyermekét,
Nem sírt, akkor sem ha elvetélt,
Akármi történt, mindig büszke nő maradt,
Így élt a sok-sok év alatt.

Refr.:
Ezért értsd meg, szeretem őt,
A vén Európát, a büszke nőt!
Nagyon kérlek, becsüld meg őt,
A vén Európát, a gyönyörű nőt!

Magából ad, ha enni kérsz,
Testével véd, amikor visszatérsz,
Ölén a szerelem minden öröme hívogat,
Arcában látod az arcodat

Olasz csizmáján a nap
Remélem mindörökre megmarad
A sötét felhő végre mind aludni tér
Földjében túl sok már a vér

Refr. 4x

Republic-Engedj közelebb

Mondd azt, hogy sohase féljek,
Mondd azt, a tűz el nem éget,
Mondd azt, hogy semmi se fájhat,
Mondd azt, hogy vársz, míg megtalállak.

Hazudj még nekem.

Mondd azt, hogy sohase féljek
Mondd azt, a tűz el nem éget
Mondd azt, hogy semmi se fájhat
Mondd azt, hogy vársz, míg megtalállak
Hazudj még nekem!

Mondd azt, hogy ezerszer élek
Akkor is értesz, ha nem beszélek
Mondd azt, hogy senki se bánthat
A sötétben senki se láthat
Hazudj még nekem!

Mondd azt, hogy igaz volt minden
Minden szó, amit elhittem
Meleget hozz, hogyha fázom
Szeress úgy, ahogy kívánom
Hazudj még nekem!

Engedj közelebb
Engedd, hogy én is ott legyek
Látni akarom
És érezni azt, amit lehet
Égjen a tűz
Engedd, hogy meglássalak
Hogy ha fáj
Ne mondj igazat

Mondd azt, hogy sohase féljek
Mondd azt, a tűz el nem éget
Mondd azt, hogy semmi se fájhat
Mondd azt, hogy vársz míg megtalállak