50cent

In my hood

13. května 2007 v 11:54 | Bajuška

In My Hood

Interpret: 50 Cent
[Verse 1]
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it
You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
I'm from Southside mothafucka, where them gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jumpin, shorty bouncin' that ass
I wanna fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 2]
I don't trust a muthafuckin' soul when the D's come they fold
On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe
To have more than an eighth, niggas'll come to your place
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-operate or Doc will have to op-erate, niggas will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin, you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observant in my hood, cuz niggas be dumbin'
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 3]
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNali
The grimey niggas where I'm from, don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon' juks* you and shoot your whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
You know not to do good now

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back

Many men

13. května 2007 v 11:38 | Bajuška
[Lloyd Banks]
We gotta go get something to eat man
I´m hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what´s taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50 calm down we´re coming
[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can´t see
I´m trying to be what I´m destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon´ see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
´Cause I´ll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund mother fucker, I ain´t dead
I´m the diamond in the dirt, that ain´t been found
I´m the underground king and I ain´t been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I´m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I´ve been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go´head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain´t over

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Sunny days wouldn´t be special, if it wasn´t for rain
Joy wouldn´t feel so good, if it wasn´t for pain
Death gotta be easy, ´cause life is hard
It´ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don´t see only God can judge me, ´cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I´m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Every night I talk to God, but he don´t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch done, put a hex on me
The feds didn´t know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain´t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can´t read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Hommo shot me three weeks later he got shot down
Now it´s clear that I´m here, for a real reason
´Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain´t fuckin´ breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Candy shop

13. května 2007 v 11:19 | Bajuška
CANDY SHOP
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up, or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay, lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I break it down for you now, baby its simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel, or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, just whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have you friends teaching you 'bout how sprung I got ya
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem get on top
Then get your bounce around, like a little rider
I'm season's fit when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with this stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You aint never heard a sound like this before
Cause I aint never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch you in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
lights on or lights off she like it from behind
So seductive you should see the way she whine
Her hips so slow mo' on the floor when we grind
Long as she aint stopping, homie I aint stopping
Triple wet with sweat, man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, its on
And we gon' sip the heavy bubble, now every bottle is gone
CUKRÁRNA
Tak svůdná
Refrén:
Vezmu tě do cukrárny
Dovolím ti lízat lízátko
Dělej, děvče, nepřestávej
Dělej, než dosáhneš ten správnej bod
Vězmu tě do cukrárny
Vyzkoušej si, chlapče, co to mám
Přiměju tě, abys mi dal všechno, co máš
Dělej, než dosáhneš ten správnej bod
Udělej to po svým, jak to chceš?
Můžeme to dělat zezadu nebo zepředu
Teplota stoupá, fajn, přejdeme na vyšší úroveň
Parket je přecpanej, horkej jako čajová konvice
Vysvětlím ti to, baby, je to snadný
Když budeš za nymfomanku, budu za nymfomana
V hotelu nebo na zadním sedadle pronajatýho auta
Na pláži nebo v parku, jak si budeš přát
Mám kouzelnou hůlku, jsem doktor lásky
Tvoji kámoši si z toho utahujou, že
Ses do mě tak zabouchla
Nechceš mi ukázat, baby, jak to máš ráda, žádnej problém
Vyskoč si nahoru a začni se pohybovat jako pomalej jezdec
Jsem zkušenej profík, když jde o tuhle věc
Když se pořádně zapotíš
Můžeš si zahrát s kouzelnou hůlkou
Snažím se ti to, baby, vysvětlit co možná nejlíp
Roztávám v tvých ústech, děvče, ne v tvých rukou (haha)
Refrén
Děvče, co děláme (co děláme)
A kde to děláme (a kde to děláme)
Věci, co děláme (věci, co děláme)
Jsou jen mezi náma dvěma (oh eyah)
Dej mi to, baby, hezky a pomalu
Vystoupej nahoru, jeď jako na rodeu
Takovej zvuk jsi ještě nikdy neslyšela
Protože jsem to ještě nikdy takhle nenapsal
Jakmile projdu dveřma
Začne se mi rozepínat zip
Je to jako závod, kdo se svlíkne rychlejc
Není to ironie, jak eroticky vypadají v tangách
Ten zadeček mi prostě nejde z hlavy
Dotkl jsem se toho správnýho bodu v ten správej čas
S rozsvíceným nebo zhasnutým světlem, má to ráda zezadu
Tak svůdně, měl bys vidět, jak se pohybuje
Její boky krouží na zemi
Když jdem na věc
Dokud nepřestane, kámo, nepřestanu ani já
Jsem celej zpocenej z celý tý záležitosti
Objednávám jednu lahev šampáňa za druhou
A vypijeme je do poslední kapky

Fotky 50cent

13. května 2007 v 11:04 | Bajuška

životopis 50cent

13. května 2007 v 10:47 | Bajuška
Celé jméno: Curtis Jackson
Přezdívka: 50cent
Datum narození: 06.07.1976
Místo narození: Queens, New York, USA
Znamení: Rak
Životopis:
50 Cent se narodil jako Curtis Jackson, 6. července 1976 v South Jamaica / Queens v New Yorku, do rodiny s drogovou minulostí. Pseudonym 50 Cent si Curtis zvolil podle proslaveného gangstera Fort Green Projects. Rapper je věřící a jedno z jeho tetování říká: "Bůh mi rozumí." Otce nikdy nepoznal a matka byla dealerkou drog, vystupující pod přezdívkou Fat Cat. Když bylo Curtisovi 8 let byla jeho matka zastřelena při loupežném přepadení. Po její smrti se Curtise ujali prarodiče.
 
 

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