double 5 & double 6 Letra

Beer Run (b Double E Double Are You In?) - Garth Brooks

Beer Run (B double E double R UN) - Garth Brooks

Superstar (Double Murder = Double Platinum) - Westside Connection

[Chorus]

While your shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'

Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)

All my plus three thugs on the way to the club

And when I come you got love for me

Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)

You know we're super super star (Staaaar)[Ice Cube]

Everybody know jail records sell records

Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked

I got the formula double murder equal double platinum

I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em

The rich a famous ignoramus

It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint us

The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got

Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot?

Where's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not

I cant bump your shit if you never was shot

Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse

You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hurse

And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company

Try to fuck your family out the royalty

Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back

Goddamn that nigga can rap[Chorus][Mack 10]

Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say

It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K

No NO it don't matter how good you spit

If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit

Who gives a fuck if your money and game up to par

Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star

But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures

Got these white kid fools like you some real as niggaz

But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me

Cause I'm a Westside motherfucker Inglewood G

And fuck sellin' records if I gotta get murd

I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work

And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers

And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers

And I can care less about a battlin' skills

Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel[Chorus][WC]

Fucked up down the game is fucked up now

This new rapper got shot and looked up now nigga

Fuck a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface

I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous

Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you

Got my gauge right at you

Fuck Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol

With my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle

Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough

The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a fuck

If I kill me nigga won't get shot in the heart

I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park

So bang this shit nigga hang that shit

You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga

Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together

Like cops a radars ash and A and R[Ice Cube]

To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon

Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'

Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'

You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'

And if it got to be that way

A nigga murder me a rapper today

It just happened today

So if I come clappin' your way

It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day

Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous

Bang this with a four five stainless

Bang this and the bitches go painless

Bang this if you want to be famous

Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous

Bang this with a four five stainless

Bang this and the bitches go painless

Bang this if you want to be famous

LULULALA - AB6IX

igeot bwa chagokan I meonji

kkamadeuk geuttaega eonjenji

gieokdo najil ana ttabunhan my daily

oneuldo nae nebineun tamsaek jungine, yeah

sns check, nothing's on there

modudeul jeulgigo inneura bappeunga bone, oh na-na-na

naman honja stay home nae jibe

dodugirado omyeon jokenne (I'm kevin)modu chingudeul bulleo moa

jareun mollado gather around

insadeul nanugo ijebuteoga (hello)

jinjja sijagim hana dulrulluralla sinna bollae (yeah-eh)

igeotjeogeot jaeji anado dwae (yeah-eh)

urikkiri geunyang sinnamyeon dwae (yeah-eh)

you got my back silkeot norabollae-yeah-yeah

yeah-yeah-yeahnaeiri eomneun geotcheoreom geunyang jeulgimyeon dwae

han gajie michyeo saneun ge fancyhan georae

rulluralla (rulluralla rullurallalla)

rulluralla (rulluralla)

oneuldo I do sohustle hard, hustle hard, oneuldo cham bappatgun

whistle loud, whistle loud, ooh-ee-eeh

hwiparameul bulmyeonseo gidarin good timing

double three, double five samsamoo moim, oh yeah

maeil ttokgateun ilsange jichyeoganeun jung nan tto

gateun gabanggwa chareul tago jichiji anko deo

naagaya dwae nayakaejineun geotdo geummul nope

oneulmankeumeun da jaekkyeo dugo dancing all night long, yeahmodu chingudeul bulleo moa

jareun mollado gather around

insadeul nanugo ijebuteoga (hello)

jinjja sijagim hana dulrulluralla sinna bollae (yeah-eh)

igeotjeogeot jaeji anado dwae (yeah-eh)

urikkiri geunyang sinnamyeon dwae (yeah-eh)

you got my back silkeot norabollae-yeah-yeah

yeah-yeah-yeahnaeiri eomneun geotcheoreom geunyang jeulgimyeon dwae

han gajie michyeo saneun ge fancyhan georae

rulluralla (rulluralla rullurallalla)

rulluralla (rulluralla)

oneuldo I do soije geumandugo sipeo, I'm better off now

jjippudunghan momeul pulgo jom nagabolkka

dadeul hechyeo moyeo hanadulssik boyeo

banjjagineun uri miraega rulluralla

oh, woahhey

igeotjeogeot jaeji anado dwae (yeah-eh)

urikkiri geunyang sinnamyeon dwae (yeah-eh)

you got my back silkeot norabollae-yeah-yeah

yeah-yeah-yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)neowa hamkke ganeun gosimyeon eodideun okay (oh, oh)

useumgi hana eopdeon eolgure seumail again (oh, oh)

rulluralla (rulluralla rullurallalla)

rulluralla (rulluralla)

oneuldo I do sodaeume tto bwayo sweet goodbye

jeulgeoun siganeul seonmulhae jwo thanks a lot, eh-oh

daeumbeone bomyeon hey come by

michin michindeuthan eumak sorin lullaby

Elephant Talk - Adrian Belew

Beer Bottle Up - Afroman

Yeah,

Comeon Homeboy, Turn it up

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Buch-achAfroman, Double H, Double C

Double OG, Checking in the double treeColt 45, No Bubbley

Cops give me trouble, but they still don't trouble me

Hit the lights, read my rights

Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don't care

Run up in the club, grab me a woman (Oh)

Waitress keep them drinks 'a coming (burp)

Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking bout?

I don't know, Shutup bitch, I'm in my own zone

Turn the music up, and leave me alone

Put your hands up if you're with me (ooh)

Tell the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)

You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)

But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the airThe hungry hustler, Afroman, That fool Raule

Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking brew

Drinking brew, taking blunts to the brain

Palms in the air, cause it's a Palmdale thang

Everybody in the crowd, put your beer in the air (uh)

If you're real short, stand up in a chair (uh)

If you ain't quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette

Keep a beer, in your hand, take a swig every chance you can

If you feel the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute

Then take a slurp, Drink slow homie, don't want the bottle

To get all foamy, moving, grooving, jumping around

Bottle in the air, chugging it down.Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)

You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)

But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the airThrow it in the trash, drop it on the ground

Stagger to the bar, get another round

If you got alot of money, than share

I'm sure another alcoholic will care

Smoke a sweet, to the beat, if it's good

Put it on the beat, gotta have alot fun before you get too old

Lock the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom

Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail

Take a little time out for yourself

Cause Afroman is good for your healthTake shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)

You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)

But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air

Dean Martin - Alain Bashung

Double Man - Alcatrazz

Blood Brothers 1 - Amy Shark

We see eye to eye

Happy to jump the line

See you in 3d

Cut my hand gently

Helping you make your bed

Waiting inside your head

You're giving away the ending

We should stop pretendingDoc says: Girl, take one pill

And you whisper double that, double that

What was I like before you?

Well I can't answer that, answer that

Wrap me up in secrets

And one day, we'll let it out, let it out

I can kiss you for free now

For free nowWhy, why, why I feel like a million dollar bill

Hanging off your arm so chill

Hell no, I'm not like the others

We're the only blood brothers

Why, why, why I feel like a million dollar bill

Hanging off your arm so chill

How might we tell your mother

That I'm your little blood brotherYou sit in my car

Like some superstar

On the count of 3

Lean in, chat to, and I listen

To the woods, it's me and you

And you like my uniform

I start work at 1pm

So we just fuck around 'til thenDoc says: Girl, take one pill

And you whisper double that, double that

What was I like before you?

Well I can't answer that, answer that

Wrap me up in secrets

And one day, we'll let it out, let it out

I can kiss you for free now

For free nowWhy, why, why I feel like a million dollar bill

Hanging off your arm so chill

Hell no, I'm not like the others

We're the only blood brothers

Why, why, why I feel like a million dollar bill

Hanging off your arm so chill

How might we tell your mother

That I'm your little blood brotherAll you are, all I said

Couldn't break apart and you're a little more dead

I feel my words won't work now, it's all I have

I want it, I want it, I want it moreWhy, why, why I feel like a million dollar bill

Hanging off your arm so chill

Hell no, I'm not like the others

We're the only blood brothers

Why, why, why I feel like a million dollar bill

Hanging off your arm so chill

How might we tell your mother

That I'm your little blood brother

That I'm your little blood brother

That I'm your little blood brother

Be The Other - Anonymous

Be The Other 1 - Anonymus

Subway Song - Austin Mahone

Shady Love - Azealia Banks

Give me your bum and I hop off the whip

Girl what you drinking, boy give me a sip

I’mma get lose it, then you do

And then do my voodoo, then chillin

Then move with your (meow!)M and people gon’ have a chip on

I don’t know what sh-t does she own

She gon’ bring her friends a weekend

Head and head, that’s worth the return

I got the purp and the reason effect

He wanna get cinnemon

Let’s get this show on the road where it crashes

The more so you don’t get no whip on your lipI’m gonna get my shady love

I’m gonna get my shady love

Shady love, shady love

I’m gonna get my, I’m gonna get my, I’m gonna get my shady love

I’m gonna get my shady love

Shady love, shady love

I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonna

Shady love, shady love, shady love

Shady love, shady love, shady loveWhy so tough

You see me running, but you can’t keep up

So let me slow down for you

Baby what, say what you’re looking for

I can get young, get youngI was walking and talking about this …

I met out in boston

I didn’t see very often, but mmm huh, mmm huh

She gon’ vote for obama, and she likes to dance with madonna

Chopstick, back benihanas, so mmm huh, mmm huh

We gon’ hop on this hooty, and she’ll take me out to the movies

Let me feel all of her boob-es, so mmm huh, mmm huh

Now she’s touching my booty, and she’s rolling all my beauty

I forget to get to my duties, so mmm huh, mmm huhShady love, shady love, shady love…I’m gonna get my shady love

I’m gonna get my shady love

Shady love, shady love

I’m gonna get my, I’m gonna get my, I’m gonna get my shady love

I’m gonna get my shady love

Shady love, shady love

I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonnaOne doctor shows up on top with the chick’s got con

Get your man, cause he own my fly

We fly cause the nips don’t slip

When the victim flips and dead from the beat don’t stop

My tease, your tease, he sneeze

I pop, I cork, he gets phased, and desert cheat

Got stack, got chips, got cheat

Would you double up, double up

Baby come circular, and let your cue

What you know ’bout the babadoWhy so tough

You see me running, but you can’t keep up

So let me slow down for you

Baby what, say what you’re looking for

I can get young, get youngShady love, shady love, shady love…

Shady love, shady love, shady love…Why so tough

You see me running, but you can’t keep up

So let me slow down for you

Baby what, say what you’re looking for

I can get young, get young

HIT IT (feat. Lele Pons & Saweetie) - Black Eyed Peas

Hey, yo!

Hit it

Damelo

Damelo

DameloHit it

Damelo

Damelo

Love you till you satisfiedBaby, let's do it again

One more time, let's do it again

Let's get it, get it baby

Till you satisfied

Do it like the night won't end

Baby, babyLet's go one more time, ay

Replay and rewind, ay

Love me till I'm satisfied

Love you till you're satisfiedGimme little sunshine

Lemme get a taste of the cake, lunch time

Honеy down for the quick fast, on time

All up in the pass, you could see crunch timеBang on the booty like I'm on a drum line

Insane beauty, really love the design

Girl, you really blew my mind, blew my mind

That's the way I go when I hit it one timeI hit it two time

Th-three time

Four-four time

Uh, uh, uhBaby, let's do it again

One more time, let's do it again

Let's get it, get it baby

Till you satisfied

Do it like the night won't end

Baby, babyLet's go one more time, ay

Replay and rewind, ay

Love me till I'm satisfied

Love you till you're satisfiedDamelo

Damelo

Damelo

Hit itWhen I call him, he coming

My panties off when he cummin

I arch it up while he running

He leave it in and I cum again

All under your DMy other nigga I'm dubbin

I tell him I'm with my cousin

He tell me he with my cousin

Oh shit what do I do?Boy you gotta bounce

Said, go and get your shoes

I think he on the way

I need a shower, clean my roomPromise I'll let you know till you can (love you till you satisfied)

It get hard to juggle 'em Saweetie been swerving these clowns

You be loving 'em, uh

So much saliva, gotta gooch full of suds

I'ma put a bubble bath in your elephant trunkI hit it two times

Th-three times

Four-four times

Uh, uh, uhBaby, let's do it again

One more time, let's do it again

Let's get it, get it baby

Till you satisfied

Do it like the night won't end

Baby, babyLet's go one more time, ay

Replay and rewind, ay

Love me till I'm satisfied

Love you till you're satisfiedDamelo

Damelo

Damelo

Hit itI'm on that romance shit

Candlelight dinner, on that grown man shit

Hand on their hips when they slow dance shit

Gentleman open the door man shitEveryday, all the times, valentines shit

Getaway, escapade, wine and dine shit

Running through my mind 'cause I'm all about it

Got me talkin bout (love me till I'm satisfied)I'm on that double up shit

Give my girl a double dose, double off shit, yup

My chicks on that bubble butt shit

That's why I stay on that cuddle up shitShe love it when I rub it and touch it

Squeeze it, please it and crush it

Smash it, fantastic, that's why she's asking

(Love me, love me till I'm-)Baby you're on my mind, on my mind

That's the way I go when I hit it, hit it baby

When you're through my mind, through my mind

That's the way I go when I hit it one timeI hit it two times

Th-three times

Four-four times

Uh, uh, uhBaby, let's do it again

One more time, let's do it again

Let's get it, get it baby

Till you satisfied

Do it like the night won't end

Baby, babyLet's go one more time, ay

Replay and rewind, ay

Love me till I'm satisfied

Love you till you're satisfied

Yay Deep - B-Legit

Ha, ha,

south,

west,

riders,

south,

west,

riders.[E-40]Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,

on my way to see my weebles up in deep east Oakland,

smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,

dual exhaust sparkin,

park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in miskina,

lookin like they wanna get tossed,

E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,

do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.[Richie Rich]When I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,

niggaz spoke on me like I wasn't nobody,

foolish as a youngsta I packed eightballs,

broke the ice, an often sold weed to stars,

but hey now an they how I run my sweet,

Yay Deep from the lungs to expose my heat,

like my nigga 40 waters an Legit wit the B,

niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.[B-Leigt]Niggaz from the Bay be so damn vicious,

fly to Atlanta fuck Morehouse buisness,

it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,

super bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,

we mack hoes, then sell 'em a dream,

from here to California have 'em holdin my cream,

I'm on a winnin team, off heen an begals

make 'em drink 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.[Chorus]We slide, we slide, from south to west we ride. [x4][Richie Rich]Now slip, slip slidin, rip, rip ridin,

I hurt a mutha fucka when I bang westside,

see this side be the smokes bliss side,

not the if, if was a fifth side.[B-Legit]Well pass it to me, pass back to you,

hit the light green til I turn dark blue, I'm through,

need not to do what I do,

Yay Deep only fuck wit a few.[E-40]But if I hit rock bottom an lose everythang,

I come back up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,

re-up, re-cop buy some yeyo,

auction my shit off nigga give 'em rum an zale.

BEEATCH!!![chorus x4][B-Legit]I'm Yay Deep, come an talk sleep, el g, in this old jeep,

out slangin by the oak tree,

you know me the homie wit the big O dub's,

an everytime you see me I be blowin it up,

I'm from the land of the weed dealaz,

heat killaz,

heat feel the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,

bounce back an make you bubble,

long as you don't double yo dribble,

campaign wit the swift hoes.[E-40]I went from a, ten speed wit a backpack,

to a, six-seven coupe left wit a luggage rack,

to a 400 SEL,

to a fresh off the show room floor V-12,

I'm a timin ass tycoon from magazines,

I remember when my shit wasn't always clean

rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my bread an butta,

you niggaz betta hurry up cuz there's money in this mutha fucka!!![Richie Rich]Cuz I take morphine fate, cuz I serve mo fiends,

fuck wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,

Richie be the ballin bitch if ya snooze ya lose,

ride hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,

bitches gettin one mo chance to suck dick,

hataz who be waivin they hands, duck quick,

we buck shit,

yo gift be the four-fifth,

tough niggaz play sweet, park we Yay Deep.[chorus x4]BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, B-Legit an Double R, we ride.

Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you know what we do,

E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, Double R, Double R in the

house we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,

enough.[chorus x4] Sik Wit It

My Sugaree - B.T.O.

Julie 2 - Bambix

Amorphous Form - Bassnectar

Rock Hard - Beastie Boys

We're we're we're

We're the b-boys, we don't regret

There's nothing wrong with your TV set

We're a gettin loose

We couldn't be harder

Our beats are bigger and better and longer

Got real rock shit

You must admit

Not fake, not false, not counterfit

I can play the drums, I can play gituar

Not just b-boys, but real rock stars

Rock, rock rockWhen we borrow your shit, you better hit the deck

You'll walk the plank for your dis

Respect, respect, respect

If you front on the Rock, best run and hide

If you got static, we'll take it outside

And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys

Use real rock beats, show off big toys

Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds

So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud

Loud

A, then scrach it

Heavy metal tension running through your blood

Too much rock step off the pud

Too much treble mid-range and bass

The beat's so hard it'll dick your face

You'll crush out hard rock hard beats hard

Rock cold rythms for fanitic freaks

Some people say this has been done

We're hear we're now

And the battles wonFists

Fists of fury in an MC bout

Rock so hard it'll knock you out

The very first blow is a kick in the snout

The beat's so def that you better beware

When you're talkin' bass right in your face

The walls crumble down, destroying the place

The finishing touch is the bokasat-slam

The final blow in the five finger jamSome

Sometimes I write rythms rather write rhymes

He writes his and I write mine

Rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and ronkis

We're from Manhatten, you're from Secaucus

Mike D AdRock and MCA

Not before long I can hear you say

In a way these boys got juice

They're goin' off you know they love to get loose

Get loose get loose

Poose

Gettin' the Ad Ad AdRockMCA Mike D. in the place to be

The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy

That's right

Uh, Uh

In the place to be

You know it, you know it

AdRock, uh uh

When the party gets loose

Slop one, slop one

And your goin' the boots

Everybody gettin' trouble

LOV on the New York C

Double R double R

Better off the by

Just takin' off the jile

Like I lost my style

Gonna' grab my rhyme

All the nigros the got style

Oh

Padam - Benjamin Biolay