Bread & Barrels of Water
Outlandish lyrics
Outlandish lyrics
"Peelo Lyrics"
Supersexual Lyrics
There's something in the way you move Everybody wants you, To me you are, a shining star. Baby what do I do, To make you see, you're the one for me Baby won't you realise Girl we could be doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, All night long, Makin' it, makin' it, makin' sweet love. It's the way you move your body
Chorus
Peelo
Gutter ka pani peelo
Kabhi na kabhi to peelo
Me hero tu hai zero
Rapverse1 (Waqas)
Don't even go there kid you know I'm out of your damn reach
Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach
And when all systems fail you return to the beats
But got nothing to say, the chosen one for defeat
And I spot you in the crowd while I flash in the spotlight
How you wish you could be more like me and bust over beats tight
And reach out to these kids 'cause when I speak you know they listen
I paid the king a visit now he delivers pizza in prison
You said I was bizarre don't watch stars mob floors
You see I was hardcore if you gave me less I made it more
But fuck
Basically we the same I just make it look better
Chorus
Rapverse2 (Lenny)
Toma del arroyo de los celos, perros
Te lo digo en la lengua de mi amigo, peelo
Te duele toda rima que yo escribo, y sigo
Siendo en estos montes yo el mero, mero
Hijo de la gran p***
Un momento, respeto a la madre tuya
Porque eres tu quien es la puta
Pobrecito toma mi rima y mis contratos
Quieres estar en mis zapatos
En la supuesta rampa de la fama
No vendas la carne antes mata la vaca
No estas listo ni?o
Para una guerra verbal
Es a mi al que siempre te van a comparar
Translation:
Drink of the rivulet of jealousy,
Now I'll say it in his native tongue, peelo
You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep
Been in this countryside the fucking one
Son of a b****
Hold it!! Respect to your mama
Coz it is you who's the bitch
Poor little thing, here you have my rhyme and my contracts
You want to be in my shoes
In the so-called spotlight
You know you can't sell the meat before killing the cow
You ain't ready kid
To a verbal war
It will always be me who you gonna be compare to
Chorus
Rapverse3 (Isam)
You claim that I'm a mammas boy
Cuz I don't smoke or drink alcohol
She claims that I'm criminal like last weeks thief at the mall
Some say I don't sound like hip
Ain't got no L.A, N.Y, Dirty South type of sound
That's what I'm trying say
I was born and raised here
Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here
Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot
While they were screaming pour some liquor
We prayed all night in the mosque
Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year"
Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year"
Ask Jay-B, he'll tell ya, no stormy weather
Not even the ugliest typhoon could ruin this set up
I was laughing, TZZZ!!! All the way to the bank
Changed the whole game based on a pop album prank
Hell next year for the fun of it
We do it again, again and again
2000 and 3, 4, 10
There's something in the way you move Everybody wants you, To me you are, a shining star. Baby what do I do, To make you see, you're the one for me Baby won't you realise Girl we could be doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, All night long, Makin' it, makin' it, makin' sweet love. It's the way you move your body
Chorus
Peelo
Gutter ka pani peelo
Kabhi na kabhi to peelo
Me hero tu hai zero
Rapverse1 (Waqas)
Don't even go there kid you know I'm out of your damn reach
Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach
And when all systems fail you return to the beats
But got nothing to say, the chosen one for defeat
And I spot you in the crowd while I flash in the spotlight
How you wish you could be more like me and bust over beats tight
And reach out to these kids 'cause when I speak you know they listen
I paid the king a visit now he delivers pizza in prison
You said I was bizarre don't watch stars mob floors
You see I was hardcore if you gave me less I made it more
But fuck
Ive Had The Time Of My Life Lyrics
Now I've had the time of my life No I never felt this way before Yes I swear it's the truth and I owe it all to you 'Cause I've had the time of my life and I owe it all to you I've been waiting for so long Now I've finally found someone to stand by me Saw the writing on the wall As we felt this magical fantasy Now w
that one love baby let's hit for that cheddar Now I've had the time of my life No I never felt this way before Yes I swear it's the truth and I owe it all to you 'Cause I've had the time of my life and I owe it all to you I've been waiting for so long Now I've finally found someone to stand by me Saw the writing on the wall As we felt this magical fantasy Now w
Basically we the same I just make it look better
Chorus
Rapverse2 (Lenny)
Toma del arroyo de los celos, perros
Te lo digo en la lengua de mi amigo, peelo
Te duele toda rima que yo escribo, y sigo
Siendo en estos montes yo el mero, mero
Hijo de la gran p***
Un momento, respeto a la madre tuya
Porque eres tu quien es la puta
Pobrecito toma mi rima y mis contratos
Quieres estar en mis zapatos
En la supuesta rampa de la fama
No vendas la carne antes mata la vaca
No estas listo ni?o
Para una guerra verbal
Es a mi al que siempre te van a comparar
Translation:
Drink of the rivulet of jealousy,
Since The Last Goodbye Lyrics
The hours, the minutes seem to fly And since the last goodbye You and I came a long way The nights, too short to fill with sleep Or falling in too deep Seem so far away now Memories, all we share between us Everything we were, all that we remain But memories somehow came between us Breaking up two minds that were one and the
ogsThe hours, the minutes seem to fly And since the last goodbye You and I came a long way The nights, too short to fill with sleep Or falling in too deep Seem so far away now Memories, all we share between us Everything we were, all that we remain But memories somehow came between us Breaking up two minds that were one and the
Now I'll say it in his native tongue, peelo
You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep
Been in this countryside the fucking one
Son of a b****
Hold it!! Respect to your mama
Coz it is you who's the bitch
Poor little thing, here you have my rhyme and my contracts
You want to be in my shoes
In the so-called spotlight
You know you can't sell the meat before killing the cow
You ain't ready kid
To a verbal war
It will always be me who you gonna be compare to
Chorus
Rapverse3 (Isam)
You claim that I'm a mammas boy
Cuz I don't smoke or drink alcohol
She claims that I'm criminal like last weeks thief at the mall
Some say I don't sound like hip
I Guess the Lord Must Be in New York City Lyrics
I say goodbye to all my sorrows And by tomorrow I'll be on my way I guess the lord must be in New York City I'm so tired of getting nowhere Seein' my prayers going unanswered I guess the lord must be in New York City Well here I am Lord Knocking on your back door Ain't it wonderful to be Where I've always wan
op suppose to sound I say goodbye to all my sorrows And by tomorrow I'll be on my way I guess the lord must be in New York City I'm so tired of getting nowhere Seein' my prayers going unanswered I guess the lord must be in New York City Well here I am Lord Knocking on your back door Ain't it wonderful to be Where I've always wan
Ain't got no L.A, N.Y, Dirty South type of sound
That's what I'm trying say
I was born and raised here
Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here
Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot
While they were screaming pour some liquor
We prayed all night in the mosque
Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year"
Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year"
Ask Jay-B, he'll tell ya, no stormy weather
Not even the ugliest typhoon could ruin this set up
I was laughing, TZZZ!!! All the way to the bank
Changed the whole game based on a pop album prank
Hell next year for the fun of it
We do it again, again and again
2000 and 3, 4, 10