- Album: Last Days Time
- Singer: Earth Wind And Fire
Maurice white, verdine white & roland bautista
Remember the children
Children
Remember the children
Remember the children
See the message in their faces
Tell us what the future brings
Findin' far-off places
Bringin' our souls and bathin' them clean
Save, save, save the children
Keep their minds so safe and free
Save, yeah yeah yeah
Source from Remember The Children
- Album: Unknown
- Singer: Joe Jackson
I'm gonna ring your bell
Because i got your number
I'm gonna knock as well
We got a rhythm delivery
I'm gonna stomp and yell
We gonna bring a drummer
We gotta beat that swell
We got a rhythm delivery
Babe, i'm gonna cheer you up
Set your table, fill your cup
Don't you think i should come up
Check that i got what you wanted
So get it while it's hot
And get it while it's jumpin'
Cause if you're in or not
We got a rhythm delivery
Yes, i'm gonna rock your soul
You will go to high from low
You from swell will go to hip
But honey, don't forget my tip
So get it while it's hot
And get it while it's jumpin'
Cause if you're in or not
I got a rhythm delivery
Source from Rhythm Delivery
- Album: Vi Return Of The Real
- Singer: Ice T
Yeah
This is goin out to all those muthafuckas
That like to use the word 'gangster'
Although i am the o.g.
I'm representin that hustlin game
To the end, nigga
I'm tryin to make the loot loop
[ verse 1 ]
I ain't no muthafuckin gangsta, wish you'd quit callin me that
Although i still pack straps i roll in benzes and lacs
Best believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props
I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops
(yo, how ya livin?) on the mellow, coolin with my fellow
Hustlers, players, super bitch-layers
Mackaronies on the true d-l - hell, most
Fuckin with my niggas you could end up ghost
I made a million, got my shit out pawned
Bailed out the homies, now the shit's back on
Moved out the ghetto, cause i hate it
But i roll through your fuckin hood and regulate it
Cause i wasn't born to be broke, i let the .45th smoke
Before i let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of green
Flashback, i'm nudgin weights down a triple beam
I'ma make the loot loop
[ chorus ]
As fast as i spend it
I'm tryin to get back in it
I make the loot loop
It's cop and blow
Nigga, that's all i know
I make the loot loop
As fast as i spend it
I'm tryin to get back in it
I make my loot loop
Nigga
I'm tryin to make my bank roll bigger
[ verse 2 ]
I must admit, i got a lust for loot, quick to shoot
Ostrich, fruits and austin martin coupes
Fill my dreams with cream, i got wet sheets
I'm bustin nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaks
We be the niggas in the back of the club with the moët
Bitches, shrimps, mackin like pimps
Wearin fly shit you never seen before (raw)
I turn a angel to a whore, now need i say more?
My perm got bounce, fuck a 40 ounce
I'm sippin cristal, pal, and represent i shall
To the end of the game
(that nigga ice got fame)
And just not over these beats
But on the 4-wheel streets
I make the loot loop
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3 ]
Say what you will, i'm the fool on the hill
With the pool, jaccuzzi, laser-beam uzi
Niggas in la know the ice don't play
I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay
I rock a million with the jewels on the paw (don't start)
Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big guns
Pushin the limits of this game till i gets my piece
I put my true queen darlene in a white corniece
So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your corner
Step back from the curb when we roll up on ya
20 black cars all tinted, we meant it
'syndicate forever - posse of the clever'
Rubberbands strap the fat green knots
We're strictly hustlers not gangsters, but we still lick shots
For the goal
Peace, i'm out like nicole
(get down
Get down)
Nigga
The bank's getting bigger
Yeah
I'm makin the loot loop
Straight player for life
Yeah
Hustler's side
Source from Make The Loot Loop
- Album: Barbra Streisand Album
- Singer: Barbra Streisand
So long sad times
Go long bad times
We are rid of you at last
Howdy gay times
Cloudy gray times
You are now a thing of the past
Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again
Your cares and troubles are gone
There'll be no more from now on
From now on...
Happy days are here again
The skies above are here again
So, let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy times
Happy nights
Happy days
Are here again!
Source from Happy Days Are Here Again
- Album: Know Your Enemy
- Singer: Manic Street Preachers
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore
You've been this way since school
Dysfunctional, translucent
Royalty on your wall
So desperately mundane
They're inbred baby just like you
But you'd love the chance to eat their food
Even though it has been chewed
Royal correspondent
Sad and lonely
Royal correspondent
Kills her daily
Dream of the daily mail
It is the holy grail
And then the bbc
Your life would be complete
Build a fountain, wash away the poor
Just as long as your motives are pure
Hold on tight or you just might lose her
Royal correspondent
Wears their sunday best
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Royal correspondent
Smarter than the rest
Smarter than the rest
Source from Royal Correspondent
- Album: Da Game Is To Be Sold Not To Be Told
- Singer: Snoop Dogg
Snoop:
GAME that's my thang
and it ain't no rules when you in this game
[3X's]
Gunblast *gunshots* echo fast and all I seen was loose cash
I hit the flo' & when they go I make sure I grab all the dough
The Scene: Long Beach yeah '86
Where: The liquor store nigga on some devilish shit
I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon
my homeboy got away but shit I wasn't tellin'
So I fell in a trap with no getback
they threw away the key and now I'm a OG
In the County jail rappin & bangin' at the same time
and since I don't smoke cigarettes loc
shit I gotta slang mine
And I ain't tryin' to get on swole so I ain't fuckin' with the iron
I got bitches bringin' me money & ain't a godamn thing funny
My homeboy Devil from the HCG and Young Side Trey R.I.P
from the ETG [Eight-Trey] and oh yeah Baby Ken Dawg< br />from the Westside Four-O's got love for Short and my
homeboy J-Ball from the Seven four ? from that gang
and the homeboy Tracy D from
the big bad ass ese gang them straight killas & they know
I got game & that's real from a trio nigga havin' green
Get yo' hustle on nigga 'fore you end up dead
It's too much paper to get Can ya dig it?
Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit' it?
Shit...
GAME that's my thang
and it ain't no rules when you in this game
[Steady Mobb'n]
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
watch them hatas and pretendas and all the shit they do
cause nowadays some of these niggas be bitches too
Keep the business professional get ya heat at all times
keep them snitches on the sideline
cause you know pressure burst the pipeline
Keep ya eyes on ya enemies w atch those close to ya
See them outside niggas can't touch ya
it be the ones inside that do ya
Smilin' in ya face but want to take yo' place
fuck around and be playa let's make a deal with the D.A.
Don't be ridin' with no niggas
who ain't sure if he gon' get down
cause it only take a split second
to get ya buck buck and lay down
Hesitation'll buy ya fate get that ass all caught up
ya little homey might be cool
if them other two priors ain't brought up
Remember took time to kill smash and don't give a fuck
Be a hog about ya papers straight hungry for that der come up
Respect the game feel what the soldier talkin' about
If you got to be in that game stack ya change
and get the fuck out!
[Snoop]
GAME that's my thang
and it ain't no rules when you in this game
3x
[Steady Mobb'n]
Game recognize game ?? kickin' back smokin' Mary Jane
I'm gettin' high in th e game my little
homey popped him with the cane
Some niggas only in it for the fame
Niggas ain't ready for the game
if you ain't down then get the fuck out the game
or represent yo' thang
Ghosttown LB SB Brookfield 76 Folktown & the 90's
Twomp twomp put yo' guns up
when the tank dogg roll up who got the weed nigga hold up
I'm the King of Oakland nigga raise up
I ain't givin' a fuck I'm still ?hugged?
cause my down South niggas show me love
and the muthafuckin' gifts dancin' in the club
That's game
[Snoop]
GAME that's my thang
and it ain't no rules when you in this game
*Talking*
Steady Mobbin', D O double G, ain't No Limit to that shit
Nigga Carlos on the beat Beats By The Pound
'Bout 3:34 in the morning don't even matter
We puffin' all night, straight game, game.
I got all my game from my momma yeah
a nigga didn't gave me none of this shit that' s real.
Wanna say what up to my momma, for givin'
me all this game...
Source from Game Of Life
- Album: Rude Awakening
- Singer: Prong
Go ahead and rise above, see how far you get on top. Held down just to impair you. We know who's ahead of the game-You
know who'll get the blame. You're in the grip of the controller. Do you really want it all back? See how far you get on top.
Held down just to impair you. It's the fear that you cant do right. See how you lose in your life - Cut down, they will impale
you. Can you really get it on track? You tried to make it all stop. Time will tell how much they denied you. You just got burnt
by the controller. You'll never know how to react. Your sucked to the very last drop. Time will tell what has been denied you.
Are you clear in your mind and sight? Are you clear right out of your head? Just angry at the things that have failed you. So you
want to get it all back. You tried to make it all last. Tied down to control you.
Source from Controller