What's up
I think I saw him standing over there just a minute ago
Who?
Lil' Rob, he's pretty bad on the mic you know
Lil' Rob, Lil' Rob
It's the wickie wicked
Putos step and trip, I rip em up from the heart to the brain
I remain the same, and I won't change
You can't stop this so stop this nonsense
People got this because they want this
Little cholo, oh no, Lil' Rob coming with my steelo ma
Lyrics are like the bullets out of a quette, time to reload
And make sure I never run out of ammunition til I finish my mission
Fix all the mistakes that these putos make, oh man grow up
Shutting doors in your face so that you can't blow up
Do you know who you're fucking with? Lil' Rob con gonega neta
Leva you can bet your butt I'm down
Little vatos follow as I lead the way
And I say no to the bottles that you need some day
Never fuck with the calm one, the one that likes to kick it
It's me the sly, the slick, the wickie wickie wickie wicked
Yea, that's the way to do it
It's the wickie wicked
Oh yea, that's the way to do it
It's the wickie wicked
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
I take the negative and turn it into positive energy
The people in my memory remember me
It'll never be the way you want it to be
It's not in my destiny, don't mess with me, you envy me, offending me, I'll let it
be
Can it be I be the only one who knows the rules
All these people yapping wanna meet their end too
But it won't happen cuz I know you lose respect when you talk petho
Report the detho, chinga tu respecto porque no lo quiero
No necesito suavecito es mi steelo
Keeping the smooth ambitions, like a genie I grant wishes
Stop, look and listen to the magician
I got more tricks up my sleeve than I need
Hocus pocus, abracadabra my lyrics'll grab ya
And make you press rewind more than a couple of times
Where the fuck do I reside (wickie wicked 619)
It's no thing, they want to kick it, the one keeping them sick and twisted
Lil' Rob, the sly, the slick, the wickie wickie wickie wicked
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
It's the Satanical, magical, Lil' Rob from the battle
I'm coming at you with horns, make you regret I was born
And I know you like it like porn, sweep the streets like I'm evil torn
And I drop my rhymes like a storm on their brains I take form
I just be the baddest you see representing city, it's the invisible
Fool you can't see me cuz I be extraordinary
And I hold my own manuscript to all of the shit that I kick
But ever since I was born I was diagnosed to be sick
Whew, oh man take a breather, and one more thing before I leave ya
Suprised that I'm back? Of course you where
I'm the torturor, Lil' Rob the Mexicano sorceror
Lil' Rob has come to town to see who he could rock
He blew away all the crew he faced even when he reached our block
He's the wickie wicked
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Wickie wickie wickie wicked (wicked)
Yea, I told you he was bad on the mic man
You should've believed me when I said that he was bad
Lil' Rob, 1998
And who has the last laugh now
There's a brand new gig
And it's called the wig
It's not for your head, it's not the jig
Loosen up your pants and freak to the beat
Take a slug of you beer and let it rip
If ya had a hard day, then ya better start wiggin' out
Ya don't have to count and it don?t take a talent scout
Ya don't have to measure up
You don't need a coin for the cup
Just go for it , let it rip, wig out! Exit
Nobody cares if you wanna flip
If everyone stares there just jealous
If yer home alone put your pajamas on
Turn the music up and let the neighbors wig
If you hit someone you don't have to fight
The cops will bring yer own spot light
No tough guys need to prove
You had a dog day afternoon
Fedes sandkorn ein leben
Fedes sandkorn eine welt
Fedes sandkorn ein kleiner tod
Fedes sandkorn fuer die ewigkeit
Ich tauche in das blut der erde
Das herz wird meiner suche zill
Auf dab ich finde was ich werde
Um zu erguenden was ich will
Feder troppen eine hoffnung
Feder troppen ein neuer verfall
Feder troppen ein vergessener traum
Feder troppen fuer die ewigkeit
der druck der meine lunge sprengt
Doch fragend fuehle ich angst erklingen
Ob hoffnung sich mit glueck vermengt
Ich spuer'sie schon die todesschwingen
Feder stern ein neuer tag
Feder stern ein langer weg
Feder stern ein neues paar
Feder stern fuer die ewigkeit
Es wird mir klar an diesem tage
Oeffnet sich die desuchte tuer
Denn diese antworten samt der fragen
[Master P]
Yo C-Murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
'cause u know whut?
Us South niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and I'm a real nigga
Down to put a forty-five to his hilfiger
Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine
Take them out everytime and I ain't try to dine
Niggaz dyin' port authur (huh nigga what?)
Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
and make a pimp bitch
and never put trust in a trick ass bitch
[chorus x4]
I'm fingida pull akickdoe! (uggghhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[Bun B]
They try to run up in the manger (run up)
Now hold oon Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (danger)
Just like the ATF, HPD, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
But I Gotta bust my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get the chip off your shoulder
fix your lip
I done told yah
we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts
Nigga I can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes I see
bitch where's the key's & g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga I'm mad at the world
for my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
'cause I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm deadly like Freddy
I run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much stress in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thankin' twicee
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
there would be no money or rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had a bumper full of keyz and g'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9
I'll be a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit
'cause if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
'cause I ain't bout bein' broke
And if you bout i make a move
nigga, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans
With tapes hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?
Bin allein auf der Welt
Niemand da der mich hält
Nur der Schmerz in mir drin
Hab die Kraft schon verloren
Und mein Herz ist erfroren
Auf der Suche nach dem Sinn
Wie ein Kreis ohne Zie
Kein Entkommen aus dem Spiel
Das ich doch nie gewollt
Wie die Nacht mich verschlingt
Und das Leid zu mir bringt werden Träume zu Gold
Tanze mit mir auf den Tränen der Zeit
Denn bis zu unserem Tode sind wir Ewigkeit
Höre still in mich rein
Was ich glaubte zu sein
War doch nur Illusion
Jedes Wort eine Qual
Küß mich ein letztes Mal
Denn die Nacht wartet schon
Tanze mit mir auf den Tränen der Zeit
Denn bis zu unserem Tode sind wir Ewigkeit
[Master P]
Yo C-Murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
Cuz u know whut?
Us South niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South, East, West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and I'm a real nigga
Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga
Lay it down muthafucka because I'm bustin' for mine
Take that ine everytime and I ain't try to dine
Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)
Thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and a Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade the platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
and make a pimp bitch
and never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)
[chorus x4]
I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[Bun B]
They try to run up in the manger (run up)
Now hold oon Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (danger)
Just like the ATF, PD, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
But I Gotta bust my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get the chip off your shoulder
feature this
I done told yah
we own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts
Nigga I can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes I see
bitch where's the key's & g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
When I kick in the doe'
Nigga I'm mad at the world
for my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
Cuz I'm down for a caper
[Master P]
Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see I'm daily like Freddy
You see I run through your house and leave it messy like messy
[C-Murder]
I got to much choice in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thankin' twicee
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for No Limit
there would be no money or rapping.
[Master P]
You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man.
[C-Murder]
Give me a ski-mask, a 9
I'll be a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If I get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit
Cuz if I go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
Cuz I ain't bout bein' broke
And if you bout i make a move
nigga, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it niggaz from New Orleans
With tapes hooked up
C-Murder, Master P, and UGK
Now Nigga what?
[Pete Rock]
Yeah.. uh-huh.. *echoes*
It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
*whispering*
It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
It's called the Wig it's called the Wig it's called the Wig Out
It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
It's called the Wig it's called the Wig it's called the Wig Out
[CL Smooth]
Circulate us in the vein, set to ride the cracks on your brain
Like a novacaine, I train to easy any pain (word?)
Yeah, get your wig loose, I relieve tension
The path to my lesson is the highway to heaven (ahh yeah)
Plus, what a rush, catch another one flushed (uh-huh)
Now you got a crush, makin dames wanna blush (yeah)
I stomp out your campfire; liar, retire (uh)
Cause none of these homefries here is Oreida (yeah)
The Wiggy-Wig get the big bread; known to break em like a twig (whoo!)
Gimme beef cause I don't eat pig (uh)
Who runs the joint with the flavors in the Vernon? (uh-huh)
Got _One Life to Live_, _As the World Keeps Turning_ (yeah)
More, take a draw, then react to contact (uh)
A buzz from my cuz I back as a fact (yeah)
Just like the reverand, I make you wanna jump and shout (say what?)
CL Smooth got the Wig Out..
[Pete Rock]
It's the Wig Out, uhh
It's the Wig..
It's definitely the Wig
Wig Out! C'mon, ahh yeah
Come on.. yeah..
[CL Smooth]
With the pace of a racehorse, I cover like lipgloss
Roll with force to get you wigged of course (uh-huh)
The honey-coated brown eyes wise to the franchise
Notice other guys, never twist his size (uhhh, uhhh)
Bigger than life, I hit the wife undercover
You discover when my dog ate the drawers off the mother (uh-huh)
Called her Greedy Gretchen, my pet came fetchin
And shot Old Yeller with the big Smith and Wessun (whoo!)
CL and double-X-L ring a bell
Supplied by the inside, never been a shell
Rowdy, but thoughts got cloudy, you choked
in a puff of smoke, mics were lit, and then broke (yeah)
Back and forth like a game of Ping-Pong (what?)
I get the cypher going like Cheech and Chong (yeah)
And glide through your system, on a funk rhythm (uh-huh)
Honey don't pout, CL got the Wig Out..
[Pete Rock]
Like I said..
It's the Wig..
to make your head go.. AOOWWWWWW!
Yeah.. it's like that..
[CL Smooth]
CL, the A+, while you wear a F like a freebie
With your nine lives this arrives, here kitty-kitty
No more to savor cause I'm here to kick flavor
The most common denominator, said none graver
Sufferin succotash, a blunt for the cash
Whiplash, FloJo in a forty yard dash (uh)
Solid like a ?, never fall like Rome
A notch for your crotch so honey heat it I'm home (uh)
My baby's a lovechild, say whassup to ya (uh-huh)
Like Dr. Welby, I keep the boy healthy (yeah)
Pete knowledge me, flip it over and it's sweet
Entwined when I mentally design verse three (uh)
Appears so real when the Soul Brother sun (yeah)
If you rate it on a chart, it would be number one (uh-huh)
Spread it like sauerkraut, the main event doubt
You wind up in a rout, CL got the Wig Out..
[Pete Rock]
CL got the Wig.. come on
CL got the Wig Out.. yeah
Shit is funky..
Yeah.. uh-huh..
That's fresh..
C'mon! Ah yeah, uh-huh, that's how we're livin
for the nineties
Yes! Yes cousin
Gettin busy, uh-huh
Yeah..
It's the Wig Out!
Wig Out! Uh, the Wig Out!
The Wig Out.. *fades*
My name is Akinyele, I be rolling like Pirellis
Knocking niggas out the box like skullies, taking hoes directly to the telly
Make them scream my name two times like Pelle, Pelle
Then I put her on they belly, play it cool like Fonzerelli
From New York to L.A. will they sell they body to me to escape poverty?
Before I started boning chicks, I used to watch the porno flicks
And every night I fucked that same Yoko Ono chick
Anything to get wet, I guess I was just young, sad and blue
Like the Lissette cassette, the world made me like this
Girls very rare gave me a kiss, pulling my dick out only to piss
Now the tables switched and turned no nigga's straight
Like a perm, bank I earn, no time to learn, one girl
Give me all of them, I'll have a ball with them
And when we do change the numbers, so they don't call again
We probably see them at the mall again or the dance hall again
Fuck it if they with it we could do it all again
You're a true baller when they treat you like a King like Solomon
Fuck them like you quarellin'
Who pussy, who pussy? Now bring the chorus in
He's your ho, you know he's your ho
He rocks three different chicks after every show
He's your ho, you know he's your ho
How do you know? 'Cause I told you so
He's your ho
I don't want to be a ho like no more, more, more
I'm ready to find some girl that I can save my love for, for
Complexion
You'll be dick sucking, clit fucking
My dick stuck in your back, gonna find it back
'Cause we heard that you like it like that
So when your man's finished bring your fucking ass back
'Cause he's your ho
He's your ho, you know he's your ho
He rocks three different chicks after every show
He's your ho, you know he's your ho
How do you know? 'Cause I told you so
He's your ho
Go fuck her, then come fuck me
Well, you're shit out of luck 'cause this bitch ain't free
I had a fat piece of twat and it must get bust
But you're hoing everywhere and you want your dick sucked
And you want to come home, pass diseases to me
Have me scratching my pussy like I'm looking for fleas
But I'm not your ho bitch
And you can't fuck me around, 'cause you're a ho
He's your ho, you know he's your ho
He rocks three different chicks after every show
He's your ho, you know he's your ho
How do you know? 'Cause I told you so
He's your ho
One hoe, one hoe, 'cause all I need is one
One hoe, one hoe, 'cause all we need is one
One hoe, one hoe, listen, 'cause all I need is one
Okey,
Aqui no te queda nada mas que hacer
Lo sé, ya no quieres perder tu tiempo
Escóndete en el silencio, porque aquí no podrás volver
Okey, ni con el viento lo intentes hacer
Muy bien, solo pierdete en el infierno
No me llames, no me busques
Que esta vez no voy a caer.
[Coro]
Si no estas puedo ver la libertad
Si no estas ya no habra porque llorar
Si no estas al fin puedo respirar
Yo sin ti estoy bien.
Muy bien
Si ahora tienes el mundo a tus pies
Okey, ya no te creo ni lo que rezas
Solo vete y no regreses
Que no habra lugar para ti en mi.
Si no estas puedo ver la libertad
Si no estas ya no habra porque llorar
Si no estas al fin puedo respirar
Si no estas ya no habra porque llorar
Si no estas
[Coro]
Si no estas puedo ver la libertad
Si no estas ya no habra porque llorar
Si no estas al fin puedo respirar
[Bass]
Wack itt, wack itt, wack itt...
Now this is called the Wack Itt, and I do it all the time
Choose the wackest, wackest beats, and add the wackest, wackest rhymes
The wacky, wacky, wacky voice, which I really shouldn't say, is wacky
Some people say it's wack, but it's not, it's just cracky
This is how I do it, some people just can't hack it
If it's cold outside, then go on and put on a jacket
But now I'm here to tell you. and we know this for a fact
This record's just like crack, you know what it is? It's wack
Wack itt
I mean you're goin out the whole nine yards
Now I'm sittin in my room tryin to guess just what to do
So I decided to get wacky, cause you know, yo, that's true
So we turned on to a track that had to be super wack
And yo, guess what we came up - somethin like that
I was really thinkin about some things that make me mad
How could you get a gold record when you sound like J.J. Fad?
I mean come on, let's be for real, I mean I didn't wanna say it
But their shit was so wack, yo, this one I know you'll play it
It's record
A wacky record
Now just jump up and down, spin your head from left to right
Then just move a little bit, get real close, but not too tight
Let me see you throw your hands up in the air like you don't care
And that's called the wackest dance, and we'll call it the Underwear
It's a record
A wacky record
(Go on, girl)
Now my name is Shanté, not Wanda Wah-Wah
And I'm here to make a record, and some people say I'm a star
I say: Yeah, I do agree, but you have to think real close
I mean, when it comes to bein wacky, J.J. Fad, yo, they're the most
It's a wack itt
Wack itt, wack itt, wack itt...
Now if you want a example, let me tell you what makes me mad
Did you ever hear Supersonic that was by J.J. Fad?
Listen close to what I'm sayin, cause it went somethin like this
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la...)
Or you can say I missed, I really can't resist
To come to someone, up to their face. and then give them a diss
I do it all the time, everytime I say a rhyme
People jump, yeah, all on mines, cause you know they're out of line
I tell them to step right back, cause you know the record's wack
If you do not like the record, yo - I got it like that
I can make rhymes up just like this
Make the people not wanna resist
They listen to the beat and start to dance
And then they start to jump up in their pants
Now I told you how to do the dance
Get on the floor and take a chance
Now this is known as a matter of fact
Yo, stop the track, let's get wack
Wack
Wack
Wack
Wack
[as a record is spun backwards]
Yo yo
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
My ears
What you're doin, baby
Stop playin
Stop
Stop
Stop
My God
Wack itt, wack itt, wack it...
[Bass]
Ah-ha
Wack wack
Now sittin in my room tryin to guess just what to do
So I decided to get wacky, cause you know, yo, that's true
So we turned on to a track that had to be super wack
And yo, guess what we came up - somethin like that
[Bass]
Now get offa my tip
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Now who would believe...
See this - this here happens to be a fad or a faze or a style
That the party people happen to be going through
And I'm in this to win this
And I'm here to get paid, so I figured I might as well get wack too
I mean come on
They might even tell me that the record is
DYNAMITE!!!
Now wasn't that cute
But anyway
Wish I get some respect after this one
Wack itt
Wack itt
Wacky wack itt
Wack itt
Wack itt
Your children are gonna die
In the arms of our perversions
Your chidren are gonna die
Their youth will soothe our lust
Enslaved to our will
We don t need no guide
To lead us to the throne
To the throne of insanity
We've built a world
Where your children are gonna die
We wash our bloody hands
With your children tears
We feed our desirs
With their innocence
See the fear
In their eyes
Hear them, they re calling your name
Feel the pain
In their cries
Hear them, they re calling in vain
Your children are gonna die
In the arms of our perversions
Your chidren are gonna die
Their youth will soothe our lust
Enslaved to our will
Your children are gonna die
We don t need no guide
To lead us to the throne
To the throne of insanity
We don t need no guide
To lead us to the throne
To the throne of insanity
See the fear
In their eyes
Hear them, they re calling your name
Feel the pain
In their cries
Hear them, they re calling in vain
[CL Smooth singing]
Let me take you on a journey through Carmel City
Where CL's Godand the ladies gotta hit me off
Ballin on the set now baby what's the matter?
When all this is Hot Sex served on a platter?
[CL Smooth rapping]
Enter my flow so I can hit this show with somethin rugged
It's mainly how all the honies dug it
like every single day andbounce around the way and
chicks are never waitin when the bodies start marinatin
We expand in player's land to unknowns
to turn my stumbling blocks, into my stepping stones
The pound Donna Karan New York down found
where there can be no type of slackin in your mackin
The whole agenda is for me to decide; the major hustle
is God, when brothers coincide, with the bonafide
CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don
With lovers only for me, in Carmel City
Top notch, butterscotch, lyrics hits the mode
to make the most gorgeous women wanna get nude
Your eyes stay glued, when this is poppin word is bond
Wifey's gone, now I'm about to get my swerve on
Lay my clothes across the bed, cause I'm here to make a point
Plenty chips, got me ballin in a hot joint
Respect the sextafied aura you could never take light
It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight
My large releases got me mixin with the dimepieces
And down to rival one of Uncle L's little nieces
In my palace of pleasure, everything is done properly
And if you didn't know, you better ask somebody
Right now, the players are the power structure
Check the roly-poly, now it's time you see the brother
CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don
With lovers only for me, in Carmel City
It's freaktacular, wasn't hard to get em out the blouse
If only wifey knew, hubby got a stash house
And what moves your man got with so much emphasis
Maybe one or two many get ridiculous
So scandalous, the honey arrives with her crew
And now they're talkin bout comin back withoutchu
Yeah my boys are ballin, here's the raw deal:
Come to my house, you gotta get naked for real
Indulgin, my peoples said let's have a talk
about the time my lady's plane hit New York
I'm bailin off the set, headin for the crib G
Cause I'm the first thing the woman wanna see
Take a hot shower, slip on some linen
Now it's a new time, a new day, a new beginnin
CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don
Die Augen geschlossen
Denn Sinn für das Leben verloren
Suchst du weiter die Angst
Die all den Zwang in dir weckt
Die Ewigkeit zu vergessen
Das Gefühl deiner Macht
Es wird zum Werkzeug der Zeit
Deinem Handeln wirst du Untertan
Der Körper, den du längst verlassen hast
Wird schwer wie Stein
Auf der Suche nach Freiheit
Gehst du dem Weg
Der Verachtung
Und suchst I'm Schatten nach Licht
Wahllos kaufst du dir Leben
Legst dir selbst die Fesseln an
Erblindet wartest du auf den Schuss
Der dir den Austritt aus der Existenz beschert
Die Augen verschlossen
An den Sinn des Lebens gelangt
Bist du nun nicht mehr
Als Staub I'm Wind
Vampire
Ewigkeit ist
Langeweile auf Dauer.
Ein trostloser Kreislauf,
kein Anfang, kein Schluss.
Denn stets wiederholt
sich dasselbe von vorne.
Kein Jubel, kein Entsetzen,
nur die öde,
blöde
Ewigkeit.
Von Tortur
keine Spur.
Immer nur
diese beschiss'ne
Ewigkeit.
Fort mit dem Stein
über'm Abgrund des Schreckens!
Raus aus dem Grauen
ins Glitzern der Welt!
Bald lähmt unser Gift
die Gehirne der Menschen.
Bald sind wir die Herren
dieser Erde.
Es werde Nacht!
Weg mit dem Fels
vor der Höhle der Schatten!
Raus aus den Gräbern
ins Leben der Stadt!
Hinein mit der Angst
in die Seelen der Menschen!
Bald stehn sie am Ende
aller Zweifel.
Wir stürzen sie hinab.
Hinab!
Hinab!
Hinab!
