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Hip Hop

[Intro]
Fake (fake) Records (records)
Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2
Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh
All my dogs
 
[Hook]
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
 
[Verse 1: M-1]
One thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls your brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack
Matter fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react
Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world; it's bigger than all these fake-ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do; if that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent with a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it
 
[Hook]
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
 
[Verse 2: stic.man]
Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for running up on them crackers in their city hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs, stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not
MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talking bout how much money they got;
Nigga, all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake-thug-R&B-rap-scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop
And it don't stop 'til we get the po-po off the block
They call it...
 
[Hook]
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
It's bigger than hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
 
[Outro]
DPZ got that crazy shit
We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shit
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DPZ got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
 

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Sundown

[Refrain:]
Sundown
Friday twilight in the big town
Party people getting ready now
Somewhere, baby, I know you're waiting
The city's vibrating
 
The city's in a heatwave
Praying for the sun shade
Hoping that the evening will chill down the streets
And I'm a little hot too
'Cause I can only think of you
Hoping that tonight you'll find out what I like
 
[Refrain:]
Sundown
Friday twilight in the big town
Party people getting ready now
Somewhere, baby, I know you're waiting
The city's vibrating
Sundown
Air gets cooler but my heart pounds
Loud and fast
I'm getting ready now
Somewhere, baby, I know you're waiting
The city's vibrating
 
I don't know if you see me
Don't know if you are dreaming
Hoping for someone who can show you who you are
Tonight I'm going to find you
Fly in on a breeze and blind you
Take you from this club land and send us to the stars
 
[Refrain:]
Sundown
Friday twilight in the big town
Party people getting ready now
Somewhere, baby, I know you're waiting
The city's vibrating
Sundown
Air gets cooler but my heart pounds
Loud and fast
I'm getting ready now
Somewhere, baby, I know you're waiting
The city's vibrating
 
Bring back, back and forth
 
Time, no need to rush, we can make it right
'Cause we are meant to be, you and I
It’s in the air we breathe all around, all around
Say you're longing to, 'cause I will look for you at...
 
[Refrain x 2:]
Sundown
Friday twilight in the big town
Party people getting ready now
Somewhere, baby, I know you're waiting
The city's vibrating
Sundown
Air gets cooler but my heart pounds
Loud and fast
I'm getting ready now
Somewhere, baby, I know you're waiting
The city's vibrating
 

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

She's a loaded gun
In my shakin' hands
Am I in hell
Or the promised land

She said I'll tell you my name when I'm on your skin
You can be the King and I'll be the Queen
I was born to echo and I'll never repeat, not 4 anyone, anyone

She said
I'll show you what I got
When you tell me what you need
So put your money where your mouth is

When the beat goes on
She knows that nothing's wrong
She goes down
Like the midnight sun

I said I'll tell you my name, you got to let me in
You can be the sinner and I'll be the sin
I'll take what I want and its easy to see I got everything
Everything

I'll show you what I got
When you…

Christmastime Is Killing Us

Santa:
Each bell would peal with a silvery zeal
As the holiday feeling was filling us.
But now instead, all we're feeling is dread
Because Christmastime is killing us!

Elves:
Each Christmas list gets us more and more pissed
Till the thought of existence is chilling us.

Santa:
I'll tell you what. Shove your list up your butt, because...

Santa and Elves:
Christmastime is killing us!

Stewie:
But can't you see that what you do
Is a dream come true?
Can't you see that every smile
Makes it all worthwhile?

Santa:
No, screw you! It's all but through,
There's too much to do.
All those dreams are nightmares
And blank, icy stares.

Each little elf used to fill up a shelf
Making playthings and selflessly thrilling us.
Now they're on crack and it feels like Iraq
Because Christmastime is killing us!

Elves:
Each model train only heightens the pain
Of the workload that's straining and drilling us.

Santa:
Fingers all bleed. And look! That guy just peed
Because Christmastime is killing us!

Stewie:
But can't you see our point of view?
We rely on you.
Can't you see that Christmas cheer
Gets us through the year?

Santa:
My whole crew is black and blue.
Can't you take a clue?
You may think I look great,
But I'm twenty-eight!

Santa and Elves:
Each jingle-bell is a requiem knell,
And while you think it's swell, we are toiling in Hell!

Santa:
Take a look, you can tell, as a man, I'm a shell!

Santa and Elves:
Because Christmastime is killing us!
Killing us!
Christmastime is killing us!

La Niña de la Estación

'Los suspiros son aire y van al aire,
las lágrimas son agua y van al mar.'
Dime, mujer, cuando un amor se pira,
¿sabes tú dónde va?
 
Bajaba todos los días
de su casa a la estación
con un libro entre las manos
de Becquer o Campoamor.
Era delgada y morena,
era de cintura fina,
y era más cursi que un guante
la señorita Adelina.
Y como ver pasar trenes
era toda su pasión,
en el pueblo la llamaban
'La Niña de la Estación'
 
¡Adios, señor, buen viaje!
¡Adios, que lo pase bien!
¡Recuerdos a la familia!
¡Al llegar escríbame!
¡Mándeme usted la sombrilla!
¡No olvide 'La Ilustración!
¡Y no olvide que me llaman
La Niña de la Estación!
 
'Volverán las oscuras golondrinas
en mi balcón sus nidos a colgar',
pero aquel ambulante de correos,
aquel no volverá.
 
Descarriló el tren expreso
una mañana de abril
y aquel descarrilamiento
hizo a Adelina feliz.
Ella vendole la frente
y lo cuidó como a un niño,
y él, que era guapo y valiente,
juróle eterno cariño.
Y luego cuando a la noche
volvió a partir con el tren,
con voz de carne membrillo
así le dijo al doncel:
 
¡Adios, amor, buen viaje!
¡Adios, que te vaya bien!
¡Recuerdos a tu familia!
¡Al llegar escríbeme!
No te olvides del retrato,
mándame 'La Ilustración'
y no olvides que te espera
'La Niña de la Estación'.
 
'Mi carta que es feliz, pues va a buscaros,
cuenta os dará de la memoria mía.'
Aquella mujer soy,que de esperaros,
se quedó en la estación, helada y fría.
 
Pasaron meses y meses
y aquel galán no volvió,
y Adelina se ha casado
con el jefe de estación.
Pero con tan mala suerte
que, a los dos días del hecho,
murió su pobre marido
de dos anginas de pecho.
Y la pobre medio loca,
creyéndose en la estación,
cuando ya se lo llevaban
así al fiambre cantó:
 
¡Adios, amor, buen viaje!
¡Adios, que lo pases bien!
¡Recuerdos a la familia!
¡Al llegar, escríbeme!
No te olvides del retrato,
mándame 'La Ilustración',
y no tardes, amor mío,
que hace frío en la estación.