Collision Course (2004) - Lyrics
Sekce: Texty Napsal: Linkin Míra Datum: 3. červenec 2008, 12:4301. Dirt Off Your Shlouders/Lying From You
02. Big Pimpin'/Papercut
03. Jigga What/Faint
04. Numb/Encore
05. Izzo/In The End
06. Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer
Dirt Off Your Shlouders/Lying From You
I ordered a frappuccino
Where's my fuckin frappuccino
Alright, let's do this
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just
Trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'm
Lying my way from
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel ‚em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I‘m a grown-up for real, chill
Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be
Remember listening to all of that and this again
So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in
And now you think this person really is me and I'm
Trying to bend the truth
But the more I push the more I'm pulling away ‚cuz I‘m
Lying my way from you
No no turning back now
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
No no turning back now
Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone
No turning back now
Anywhere on my own cuz I can see
No no turning back now
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is ME
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
You
No turning back now
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
No no turning back now
Let me take back my life I'd rather be all alone
No turning back now
Anywhere on my own cuz I can see
No no turning back now
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is me
Beeitch
Big Pimpin'/Papercut
You're wasting your talent, Randy
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right
Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
Like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face watches every time I lie
A face that laughs every time I fall
And watches everything
So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right beneath my skin
It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right
You know I – thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, „What's the reasons?“
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G's
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.‚s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It‘s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G's
We doin – big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.‚s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It‘s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B (b…)
The very worst part of you is me
Beeitch
**
Jigga What/Faint**
Jigga What / Faint
Jigga what, Jigga who?
Jigga what, Jigga who?
Jigga what, Jigga who?
You gon' need a vocal in, right?
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna Fuck for Free like Akinyele
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact that everyone can see
these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe
this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here ‚cause you‘re all that I got
Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, „Shit..
there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!“
I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make
sense
I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear
me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here ‚cause you‘re all that I've got
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
No
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
I can't feel
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored
**
Numb/Encore**
Thank you, thank you, thank you, You're far too kind.
Let's go
Can I get a encore?
Do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So, for one last time, I need y'all to roar.
Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So, for one last time, nigga, make some noise
Get 'em, Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov?
Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime
I'm young H.O.: Rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe-now break bread
I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you young what the fuck you expect? (yep, yep)
Grand openin'-grand closin'
God damn, your man Hov cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen?
Just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him (him)
With cheap imitations for these generations
Can I get a encore? Do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So, for one last time, I need y'all to roar
Now, what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So, for one last time, nigga, make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for?
Look what you made me do, look what I made for you.
Knew if I paid my dues how will they pay you?
When you first come in the game they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits-look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yeah)
As fate would have it Jay's status appears
To be at an all-time high-perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan wearin' the 4, 5
It ain't to play games with you
It's to aim at you-probably maim you
If I owe you I'll blow you to smithereens
Cocksucka', take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales to sold-out concerts
So muh'fucka', if you want this encore
I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me, and be less like you
I've become so numb
(Can I get a encore? Do you want more?) (more, more, more)
I've become so numb
(So, for one last time, I need y'all to roar)
One last time, I need y'all to roar
Izzo/In The End
This is final
Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing…
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century…always timeless…HOVE!
Thanks for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with us
We appreciate that…uuunnnh…
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them
Boy and we…got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof…vamoose son of a bitch
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Yo, It starts with
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
I Didn't look out below
I Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, and didn't even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me, will eventually, be a memory, of a time when
I tried so
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, help me out
Oh, they havin' a good o' time out there
It starts with
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, help me out
Oh, they havin' a good o' time out there
It starts with
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, help me out
Ladies and Gentalmen
It starts with
**
Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer**
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics who say he's ‚Money, Cash, Hoes
He‘s from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You're celebratin' the minute you was havin' dough
So like fuck critics: You can kiss our whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast-forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play our hits well I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags tryin' use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads
Fuckers, I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to break – Yep!
I need a little room to breath
Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to Uh! Uh!
Year's 94 and my trunk is raw,
And in my rear view mirror is the motha' fuckin' law.
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car, or,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor.
n I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay,
And I got a few dollars so I can fight the case,
So I pull over to the side of the road,
I heard, Son, do you know what I'm stoppin' you for
‚Cause I‘m young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Hey, am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'
Well you were doin' 55 in a fifty-fo – Uh huh
License and registration and step outta the car
Are you carryin a weapon on you, I know a lotta you are!
I ain't stepping outta shit, all my paper's legit!
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?
Well my glove compartment's locked, so's the trunk in back,
And I know my rights, so you're gonna need a warrant for that! Heh.
Aren't you sharp as a tack? You do some kinda law or something,
Somebody important or somethin'?
Child, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit,
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit!
Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine crawls.
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
Hit me!
Right!
Everything you say to me,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
I'm about to break!
Everything you say to me,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
Hit me! And I'm about to! BREAK!
Break!
Rock-a-fella y'all.
Break! Break! John! Break! Break! Kicka!
SHUT UP WHEN I'M TALKIN' TO YOU!
Woo!
Shut up!
That is one word!
Shut up!
That is one word!
Shut up!
That is one word!
SHUT UP WHEN I'M TALKIN' TO YOU!
Woo!
Shut up!
That is one word!
Shut up!
That is one word!
Shut up!
That is one word!
SHUT UP, AND I'M ABOUT TO BREAK!
Everything you say to me,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
And I'm about to break!
Everything you say to me,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
And I'm about to break!
I need a little room to breathe,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son,
(Everything you say to me)
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
(Takes me one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to break!)
I need a little room to breathe!
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
(Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to!)
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son,
(Everything you say to me)
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
(Takes me one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to break!)
I need a little room to breathe!
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one!
(Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, and I'm about to!)
Hit me!
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