Tekst :
Dawn emptied the bars
And the town is licking her scars
And this murkey bar-chair mood slid away
And fell down with the moon
And the morning finds me alone
In Marianne s car
Harsh morning headlines echo across the empty square
Sleepy buses are making their first pass
I m desperately trying to figure out where the fuck I am
Smell of fresh dog shit is whafting from the grass
I m slowly crowlin out
Pickin ragged butts up off the ground
And I m just stumblin around
Sweet kiss of the muse on my ass
I wish I was a little pebble
For this weary day
I d wait until the night would chase
This glarin sun away
I see won t get too far
My God, this could be Mars
Sucked in by the crowed
People pushing, turning me around
And this morning chased me back
Into Marianne s car
Tekst :
All The People In The World
Safri Duo
All the people in the world
Every boy and every girl
Just imagine that we could...
It isn t hard to do.
All the people in the world
Every boy and every girl
Just imagine that we could face our brotherhood.
Give it up!
You ve just got to give it up!
Let yourself just give it up!
You ve just got to give it up, up, give up give up and
Give it up!
You ve just got to give it up!
Let yourself just give it up!
You ve just got to give it up,up,give up give up and
Jam it up!!
From the mountains to the sea
Through the valleys follow me
From down below to way up high
Baby we can touch the sky
All the people in the world
Every boy and every girl
Just imagine that we could
Face our brotherhood!!!!
Tekst :
[After about a minute of mixing]
[Bomb explosions, gun shots]
(You know what you be?)
[Fatal]
You be like the type that come at me
And shoot one at me,
Tryna set it,
Then get another nigga to dead it
Outlaws we trol heat
Ya cold feet remain frozen
As Hussein show thieves
That got our own name stolen
I m Hussein,
Flyin down 95 in two lanes
Wearin fitted and blue chain
The one out of these two thangs
Hustle or be hustled,
Tussle and these tough
They sheaths hunt you down
When you around and ya knees buckle
Popped up, whopped up, glock cocked up
An got ya cop shot up,
Came to shook shop up
I took money, gave em horror
Recruit crooks for me
Keep my finger on strap,
Til the gat looked ugly
I mash fast illy
G-packers get bagged silly
We pack mac millis
You know the science for that
These niggas tryna rap
When I spit it like I m committed
Wid triple and double digits
Bag whatever bubble wid it
All y all gon do is be talkin while I walk
Wid the war you ball way
Either way you playin ya partner
Watch me bop down ya block
Wid my suit and chocolates
On some Deathrow Pac shit
Outlaw Khadaf shit, I got this,
I let you know you playin yourself
Ain t seein a damn bit ah coke
You might be bangin yaself
Talk that crew shit,
I m knowin already who ain t gon do shit,
Pack one nasty new wid, a lil bit of blue shit
Confucious, run deep from Jerz,
Right off clue shit
Makaveli shit still bangin
Y all shoulda knew this
Y all niggas gon ride or die