Writer(s): Gershwin/Gershwin
A foggy day, in London town
It had me low, and it had me down
I viewed the morning, with much alarm
The British Museum, had lost its charm
How long I wondered, could this thing last
But the age of miracles, it hadn't past
And suddenly, I saw you standing right there
And in foggy London town, the sun was shining everywhere
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A little girl trapped in her knowledge and craft
Came tripping to my room last night
I cooked her a steak and I tried not to fake
And still make everything alright
She had dreads in her hair and problems and cares
She tried hard not to let 'em show
She was decent and sweet and I was sizin' up the meat
But doubts fell in my mind like snow
And when the shove comes down to love
The facade falls down
And when the bricks fall from the tricks
The facade falls down
It's a sunny afternoon and I'm sitting in my robe
I'm dirty and I'm here alone
There's a story on my table that talks about me
And I want to stuff it down the author's throat
And I'm sleeping with someone new every night
And in the morning politely saying "bye"
And I'm nowhere and no one
And I only wanna run
And I feel like a hamburger bun
And when you must
Believe or bust
The facade falls down
When you're scared of a brand new care
The facade falls down
I got no reason to believe
I got no reason but I'm New York Scumbag Tough
And I'll keep on truckin'
So night is falling
And I'm getting' tired
And it's time to get my slippers and books
Got a sweater and glasses
And something that passes
For a way to get by in this world
And I'm getting' tired
Of so many different things
I guess I'm just plain tired
Or maybe too intelligent to believe
In the obvious side of things
And when voice says make a choice
The facade falls down
When your knees start to concede
The facade falls down
When the shove comes down to love
The facade falls down
And when the bricks fall from the tricks
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
The facade falls down
Yeah
Y'know when advice is in your face, you need to heed that
Word, you need to read that
Y'know, I put this lil' joint together real quick
You know what it's called?
It's called - NOW YOU'RE FUCKED!
That's right, listen
[Verse One]
Wasn't you the type to mimic what you saw on TV?
Wasn't you the type to mimic what you heard on CD?
You never wanted to work you wanted everything easy
You heard KRS and you said, "That's preachy!"
A wise young man says, "Father - teach me"
A foolish young man wants to live life freaky
Oh yes, Knowledge does Reign Supremely
When I said it eighty-nine you didn't believe me
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. that's right
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. life is over, finished, done
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. better heed that, read that
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED!
[Verse Two]
Listen - back in the days on the Boulevard of Linden
BROOKLYN! Kris was a, metaphysician
LOOKIN! For better ways to live without bein
TOOKEN! We started our own management and
BOOKIN! Makin moves with them live cats on
FULTON! I can't even 'member all the dough that we
TOOK IN! But you was lookin down on us
Cause platinum never astounded us, so
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. word, like that
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. ha, you shoulda heed that, you better
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. y'all was chasin the radio, remember that?
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. what they givin you back now?
[Verse Three]
Back when we was all singin "Monie in the Middle"
You wanted to wiggle, jiggle in a tight skirt and giggle
Even when outside was brittle, you still had on little
And KRS warned that you'll get played like a fiddle
Now you havin cravings for pickles cause you pregnant
and don't know where the dad went and you poppin them drugs like Skittles
When the baby is born it's little and sick
But it's no riddle, you was movin too quick, huh
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. word, look at this
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. you shoulda stayed home and read a book
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. literally, symbolically
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED!
[Verse Four]
When advice is in your life you need to take it
Cause frankly, everybody ain't gonna make it
Back in the days we, showed 'em the way
I put it there in the music but you weren't amazed
You would criticize, debate, and basically hate
But let it be known I wanted everyone to be great
But you would diss and not even try to do better
When we was at the U.N. you said "whatever"
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. word
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. we movin ahead, you still in the same spot
NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! .. 'member all that back talk, all that?
As down the glen one Easter morn
to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men
in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum
did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town
they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze,
at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
might shine through the foggy dew
Oh, back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
Focus a moment
On the message sent
The anthem of a generation
Based on degredation and resent
Where money and power
And being the man of the hour
Has left communication
Left it standing out to sour
(First Underground Commission on Termination)
We got the killing
You got the time
We got the making of a terminal blind
We got the risk
You got to take
We got the making of a big mistake
Got no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treason
We got the hit
already took
Hate to tell you
But I think you're fuct
All about face
All about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race
All about death
All about getting out of this mess
We got the truth
You got the hurt
We got the answer that you just insert
We are explicit
You are expossed
We are the making of the decomposed
Got no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treason
Got the kaos
Runamuk
Bite down hard
You're about to be fuct
All about face
All about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race
All about death
All about getting out of this mess
We are the day
We are the night
We are the stop sign in the road of life
We are the message
Unreturned
We are the next about to be burned
Got no faith
Got no reason
Got no hope
Got the treason
Change your mind
Change your look
Change your heart
Now you're fuct
All about face
All about life
All about walking the edge of the knife
All about race
All about death
All about getting out of this mess
i've been denied all the best ultrasex
i've been denied all the best ultrasex
i - i tried to consume just like a super faggot
i got some dude
how can y'all bring a muthafucka something so good he couldn't say no
you nailed me hard
i love 'em when they don't give a motherfucking shit
i could've been someone instead of falling flat upon my ass
dig me now and fuck me later
and sing it to the tune of faggot faggot faggot
oh - dig me now and fuck me later
and sing it with the...
i've been denied all the best ultra sex
i've been denied all the best ultra sex
i - i could've been a star
it freaks me out when i sound just like my mom
i could've rocked the spot
instead of being just another faggot like i am
i played that shit straight
blowin' suckas on the side hopin' i get laid
now everybody knows
no way in hell i can ever live it down
dig me now and fuck me later
and sing it to the tune of faggot faggot faggot
ow - dig me now and fuck me later
and sing it with the...
i've been denied all the best ultra sex
i've been denied all the best ultra sex
i could've been someone instead of falling flat upon my ass
dig me now and fuck me later
and sing it to the tune of faggot faggot faggot
ow - dig me now and fuck me later
and sing it with the...
i've been denied all the best ultra sex
i've been denied all the best ultra sex
(molest)
faggot faggot faggot faggot
faggot faggot faggot faggot
faggot faggot faggot faggot
(Pete Townshend/Jon Astley/Billy Nichols/Jon Lind)
You can fake it
Hold my hand
If you take it
I will understand
I don't care if you fake it
I don't give a damn
I don't care if you fake it
Don't you understand
You might laugh at me later
But why not smile at me now
Don't ever feel like a traitor
You're not letting me down
Fake it, fake it
I can take it
Love's just an end, it's the means we feel
Fake it, fake it
I can make it
Why not pretend that your love is real
Why not fake it?
I'm going to ask you to act it
Don't let me see if you're bored
If you use the right tactic
You will hear me applaud
I don't mind what you're thinking
I'll just guess what you feel
Don't regret you've been drinking
To make your pleasure look real
Fake it, fake it
I can take it
I don't believe in eternity
Fake it, fake it
Help me make it
I've taken leave of all dignity
Why not fake it?
I am prepared to put up with this
Because I love you so much
And I know that you probably don't love me in the same way
But if you care for me at all
Then take me in your arms
Fabricate the way you feel
I'll just pretend that it's allfor real
Fake it anyway
You can fake it
Hold my had
If you fake it
I will understand
She’s always there, always there, every time I hang around
Looking wild, like a child, that’s lost, trying to be found
Now she got style, she got grace, and impeccable taste, in ?
And she’s so hot, tell you what, something cooking like a buoya bass?
Why don’t you gimme a taste?
You’re trying too hard [x2]
And now it’s too late, can’t wait, jailbait - Fake ID
Now for a second, just a second, I thought I could be cool
But I can’t stop, won’t stop, instead I’m getting high in high school
(It’s elementary, dude)
You’re trying too hard [x2]
And now it’s too late, can’t wait, jailbait - Fake ID
And it’s too late, can’t wait, jailbreak - set me free
It’s too late, too late for you [x2]
It’s too late, too late, too late, too late for you
And now it’s too late, can’t wait, jailbait - go
Too late, can’t wait, jailbait - go
No one knows just what has become of her
Shattered doll, desperate
Oh, so innocent and delicate
But too damn obdurate
And obstinate to let go
Broken down, hurt again, it never ends
Frightened and trembling
Did she fall again? An accident
Her eyes encircled in black again
I can't believe that she's still with him
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
Your facade can't disguise
The fact that you're in misery
Look inside, see what has become of her
Hiding within again
Can she pick herself up again?
It's just too difficult and arduous to let go
Homicide flashes through her mind again
No more pain, take control
If he raises his hand again
She'll find her freedom in killing him
The world will see that she's had enough
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
Your facade can't disguise
The fact that you're in misery
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
From the look in your eyes
I know you bleed internally
For how long will you deny?
How long until you walk away?
Your facade can't disguise
The fact that you're in misery
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
From the look in your eyes
I know you bleed internally
Broken down, hurt again
Who?s to know if your soul will fade at all?
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way, yeah
Good god, you're comin? up with reasons
Good god, you're draggin? it out
And good god, it's the changin? of the seasons
I feel so right, so follow me down and just
Fake it, if you?re out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you?re such a fuckin? hypocrite
You should know that the lies won't hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours
You gave up on your dreams along the way, yeah
Good god, you're comin? up with reasons
Good god, you're draggin? it out
And good god, it's the changin? of the seasons
I feel so right so follow me down and just
Fake it, if you?re out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you?re such a fuckin? hypocrite
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of them all
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake it all
Who?s to know if your soul will fade at all?
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way, yeah
Good god, you're comin? up with reasons
Good god, you're draggin? it out
Good god, it's the changin? of the seasons
I feel so right, man, follow me down and just
Fake it, if you?re out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you?re such a fuckin? hypocrite
Fake it, if you?re out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you?re such a fuckin? hypocrite
[Music: Flo V. Schwarz, T. Eiermann, Pedro Ferrari & W. Maier / Lyrics: Flo V. Schwarz]
Leaving me without a trace
You couldn't see my weeping face
I would call this real unfair
That's when you were gone somewhere
For what seems real - we try to heal
Now what's the point and what's the deal
A big impact - the way you act
That's what I hate -you were so fake
[CH.:]
Fake it.Fake it. Don't you have to
Fake it.Fake it. Don't you have to
Well,I know it seems delayed
That I'm facing me betrayed
I would call this real unfair
That's when you were going somewhere
What's inbetween you haven't seen
You don't know how it's been
A big impact -the way you act
That's what I hate -you were so fake
[CH.:]
Fake it.Fake it. Don't you have to
Fake it.Fake it. Don't you have to
if i could,
i would knock you down
kick your ass to the ground
don't you like to play
is there any other way
if i could, i would find a way
serve your ass for the day
would you say
is there any other way?
scribble your thoughts
as you'd like them to be
for it's foolish goals
you'll achieve
casting teh parts...
plotting your scams
compromise integrity
The sickness of this world is destroying all the dreams
The fools are kings, tearing apart the soul
The race for complication, communicate reaction
The lack of heart of men, I grow distant from the core
Borrow this body for a lifetime, earthly material
My soul unraveled out of mental
The shell returns to dust
I focus on the present, concentrate on what I find
Accelerate the vision high beyond the curse of time
Bring light to my attention, the walls of vacuum fall
This force increases and tells me where to go
Follow, I enter my dimension, awakened heart for life
Enforce my senses understanding
I find the will to live straight
I feel the change, I see the vicious circle
Finally turned into a virtuous one
Having the whole world in my hands filled
Timelessness
Out of the frame I feel so vast I'm all around myself
Imaginative interaction
But I keep struggling inside to hold this always
Forever there
Is it the fear to fall in space that keeps us from understanding?
The only way to find the power is to look inside
Increase your fall on purpose and let this river flow
Now you hold this secret, appeared out of the vacuum of space
Remain in what you are, the center of your life
You made it to this point, no one can tell you how
You crawled and bled all the way but you were the only one
Put up your wall, mother fucker
Maybe I won't see threw it
Or maybe I will, Who knows
Put on your act, bitch
Maybe I won't see threw that shit
Put up your wall, mother fucker
Maybe I won't see threw it
or maybe I will, who knows
Put on your act bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
You had me goin'
But not for long
You're so special
Here's your song
Put up your wall, mother fucker
maybe I wont see threw it
or maybe I will, who knows
Put on your act, bitch
maybe I wont see threw that shit
Tricked me once shame on you
Tricked me twice, shame on me
Took advantage of my simple mind
Fuck you bitch, no, fuck me
Uh Huh, la la la, kick it
Ooh baby, ohh baby, Oooh ohh
Eww baby, baby, baby, baby
Put up your wall, mother fucker
Maybe I won't see threw it
Or maybe I will, who knows
Put on your act bitch
Maybe I won't see threw that shit
Put up your wall mother fucker
maybe I wont see threw it
or maybe I will, Who knows
Put on your act bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Put up your wall mother fucker
Put up your wall mother fucker
Put up your wall mother fucker
Put on you act bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Put up your wall mother fucker
Put up your wall mother fucker
Put up your wall mother fucker
Twas down the glen one Eastern morn to a city fair rode I,
When Ireland lines of marching man in squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hun no battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo,
Just the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Dublin Town they flung out the flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky, than at Suvla or Sud El Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong man came hurrying through
While britannia's huns with their long range guns sailed sailed in through the foggy dew.
'Twas england bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the gray north sea.
But should they died by Pearse's side or fought with Valera true,
their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'neath the mounts of of the foggy dew.
The bravest fell and the solemn bell rang mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze all those fearless men and true,
[Phesto Dee]
Master of emcee slave trade
Pullin' chief executive chains on his muppets
The prime minister of shattered dreams
For these young black kids
Itchin' for this rap status
But he never could add up these b-boy mathematics
His pragmatic toys made him money magnetic
The abrasive weight of his unevasive vendettas
Made him keep two barrettas with his industry contingents
Ninjas, paid protection and fringe benefits
He rolls from the stretch Benz Limited Edition
Caught between a sinister smoke screen and henchmen
Straightened his lapel ignited his cigarette
And shoved the knot of his tie and awaited his death wish
Reckless manslaughter left him breathless
mashed his chest it's a crash in the intersection
A fraction of a second
Spun out on the sidewalk
He couldn't pull his gun out
Cuz instantly
He was fucked in the industry
[Opio]
Is it real or imagery?
Senseless acts of savagery
Could it be you got fucked in the industry?
See it
You got fucked in the industry
[chorus]
[Tajai]
Cause niggas get off in this business
Tryin' to come up
Awestruck, starstruck
But you know how they end up
See it
You got fucked in the industry
You know how they end up
[Tajai]
Video queen type for whom you's feen
Appeared in many scenes
Fulfilling her childhood dreams
Got involved with this hardcore MC
Said she like to kick it and hang cuz he
Kept her clean
Expensive thangs, European names
Ice embedded amidst, ruby red flames she
Stayed in his mix, figured it was all a game
Swearin' that this nigga was her ticket to fame
But little did she know there was truth to what he's sayin'
'Bout how he made his livin' sellin' crack cocaine
'Bout how he put caps in all his enemies brains
I guess he missed the two that came checkin' for change
Didn't hear his pits squeal necks broke on choke chains
Baskin' in the glow of fuck faces they just exchange
Maxin' in his home, coolin' out just relaxin'
Niggas busted and cappin' while she was in between his
Satins and intravenous
Drip her failing heart rate blip
and the bloody mattress
The sole legacy of this budding actress
Coroner lights and cops cameras followed the action
I wasn't surprise but rather saddened when it happened
[Tajai]
Cause niggas get off in this business tryin' to come up
Awestruck, start struck
But you now how they end up
[Opio]
The devious life you get touched
See it
But you know how they end up
[Opio]
Down in San Diego at the Gavin
I seen a hip-hop journalist get stabbed
That shit was savage
Caught him in the stomach with about four inches
Slapped him in his face relentless
And pulled out some big shit
He said look homie, you don't know me
Put the gat to his head calm and slowly
The journalist screamin' and cryin' scared of dyin'
Dude mashed him in his jaw with the barrel
Told him STOP LYIN'
Picked him up off his knees with ease
I thought he might squeeze
'Til I heard the police yellin' FREEZE!
He reached for the heavens
Eleven cops put his head in a (shuminumaki?)
Blood on the concrete
That's when I peeped dude that shanked him was a rapper
Hot cause his name got slandered
Locked in a metal case for over a decade
He thought he was invincible
But now he wish that day never happened
Askin' his God for forgiveness
Purgin' is harder than vengeance tryin' to end this nightmare
The industry clockwork oranged his whole shit
And warped his brain until he flipped out
Is that what is about
You talk too much you got a gun in your mouth
Talkin' big when you little man they called you out
Shoulda kept your shit shut
Cause you know how they end up
[chorus]
Hey, I've been driving all over the town
On my cellphone wearin' it out
And I've finally tracked you down
Hey, everybody says you're the man
The final piece to my master plan
You got my world in the palm of your hand
Well I know that you got it
Come on and just sell it
Got the cash up in my pocket
You know I gotta get it
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
Hey, don't even think about tellin' me no
It's only twenty minutes till the show
Hey mister turn it over let's go
No, I ain't gonna need a receipt
Just make sure that it looks like me
So the bouncer don't call the police
And don't tell my daddy
Stole the keys to his caddy
Don't dilly dally
I gotta get the heck out of this alley
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
Here's my money, now get out of my way
Gonna push my luck right up to the stage
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister, hey mister
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see
I got my money and you got what I need
Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID
Ladies and gentleman, my name is Macklemore, this is my music and it feels so damn good right about now. Check it I got a story, yo it goes a little something like...
When I was 17 I was staying in NYC
And my homie told me where I could get a fake Id
"Aiyo son you better get that shit when you in NY"
So I hopped on the subway and I gave it a try
Plesant surprise the Id looked fine
5'9, blues eyes, born in 1979
Nervous as hell I went to the store with my homie
Came out and yelled "Dawg they sold me a 40"
You know that I was the man
Buying the contraband with a fake ass hologram
No more looking for bums, standing in the rain
Stranded on Broadway and giving 'em all my change
For the rest of the summer man I was on fades
17, had it made, getting drunk everyday
Eh, I got treated a whole new way
Because of a piece of plastic that proved I was of age
You know what I'm saying, all of a sudden you get this little piece of plastic and you're in the club.
Now for the next three years I had so much fun
Getting drunk in Hip-Hop clubs where you had to be 21
Then one day I was walking and I saw a sign
That said KRS-One 21 up and live
That's hella tight
Aiyo I heard he always ripped it
So I hopped up in my Civic and went out to by a ticket
When I got up the the door the bouncer checking Id's
Looks at mine and he's like "Nah we don't take these"
I tried to reach and grab my shit back
But the mother fucker was tougher than Shaq, on crack
I should of punched him, but I would have reached his knee cap
And that probably wouldn't have hurt him very much
He kept laughing and smilin' and he called me a dumb shit
And if I would of let myself I would have cried in public
Oh no, I'm like give it back bro
But no, my Id was jacked by the Caucasian Deebo
Ha I'm laughing right now but at the time it really was not funny and it's still not very funny. Fucker
Bitch why you got to take my Id?
Why do I have to be 21 to drink a Long Island Ice tea?
I hate bouncers with their bald heads and ten foot long legs and shirts that they outgrew when they were like ten
Get 'em
Your mother is dumb for having you
You're a bouncer because you have a small dick and as a kid everyone laughed at you
Get 'em
You're too big and you never seemed to listen
You look injected with the shit they give to KFC chickens
Get 'em
I don't like ya, at all I despise you
If I was tall I would fight you
If I was a dog I would bite you
Every single day you make people cry
And your job is to go and ruin teenager's lives
Ok I'm going too far bouncers aren't all bad
I'm sure they make great husbands and really strong dads
But hopefully you learned a lesson from me
Never take an MC's fake Id
Yup, I said never take an MC's fake Id
You could be buff and tough, it don't matter to me
(feat. Scarface, Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop Dogg]
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
What what (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Figadoh)
[Benzino]
What, why Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean
[Chorus - Benzino (Snoop) 2x]
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream
We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up
Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do')
Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don't worry 'bout what one do
[Chorus 2x]
[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
Fuck Cristal, what the Henny do
You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro
You got dough and we've got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So fuck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn't
But the paper was the influence and that's what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, FUCK these hoes
[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!!!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!
[Chorus - 4x w/ changing ad libs]
Release date: 30. September 2002
Album: Happy Fool
FAKE IT ('TILL I MAKE IT)
NANANANA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA I WILL FAKE IT UNTILL I MAKE IT
DIAMONDS, HUGE DIAMONDS I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT LIMOS AND BIMBOS I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT MONEY, MORE MONEY I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF ZILLIONS I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT
NANANANA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA I WILL FAKE IT UNTILL I MAKE IT 'CAUSE EVERYDAY I SEE HOW THEY DO IT ON TV I WILL FAKE IT UNTILL I MAKE IT
BIG CARS, REAL BIG CARS I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT GRAMMYS AND EMMYS I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT JETPLANES, PRIVATE JETPLANES I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT MANDY AND CANDY AND SANDY I'M GONNA GET ME SOME OF THAT
NANANANA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA I WILL FAKE IT UNTILL I MAKE IT 'CAUSE EVERYDAY I SEE HOW THEY DO IT ON TV I WILL FAKE IT UNTILL I MAKE IT
YO ALL I WANNA DO IS GET CASH, MAMA BIG CASH. FORGET BEING BROKE, 'MATTER'O FACT FORGET TAX . THE STATE DON'T NEED IT YOU THINK IT'S ALLRIGHT FOR YOU TO MAKE MAD DOE, BUT FOR THE STATE TO EAT IT? GET IT RIGHT, DOG PRIVATE JETPLANES, STEWARDESS CHICKS ONLY HIRED TO GIVE BRAINS SUCK TILL WE NUT THEN GET UP AND SWITCH DAMES AND DO IT ALL OVER IN THE 4 POINT 6 RANGE' SHIT, TELL ME WHAT YOU GOT HAND IT ALL OVER, THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU GOT I WANNA CHANGE OUT FAKE SHINE WITH ROCKS I WANT A BENZ OR A BEEMER IF I LIKE IT I COP I WANT HOS WITH THE GUCCI, GUESS JEANS AND PRADA SICK OF THESE BROADS LOOKING LIKE LESS THAN NADA QUALITY ! COPENHAGEN INNERCITY BLAH BLAH D-SIGN THUGGIN' IT OUT WITH ZIDIDADA DADA
There's a line in the sky
Its jet exhaust
Its moccassin looking straight cloud
And if you turn your head sideways
It can look like a distant twister
Coming to swing a cow
A quarter mile
In three seconds.
And lift up my camper and drop her down
Not so gently
Ain't nothing to worry about
Its all under control
Ain't nothing to see here
Please vacate the premisses
We must secure the area
And dust for prints
Let the evidence be fondled
Mentally attempt to solve
The mystery that's before you
With clues and leeches poppin up
Take em down town for questioning
Ain't nothing to worry about
Its all under control
Ain't nothing to see here
Please vacate the premisses
You have the right to remain silent
As well as to yell!
At the top of your lungs
Why abuse your rights
Why not abuse your wrongs
Its there where the fun begins and the things
We see in the clouds become real
She creeps by candle light
Shadows to start conversing
And the flowers on the bedspread
Waiting to suck me up
I drift to unconciousness
Only to awake
Till metal starts grinding on pavement
Riding next to my head
Line in the sky
Its jet exhaust
Its mocassin looking straight cloud
And if you turn your head sideways
It can look like a distant twister
Coming to swing a cow
A quarter mile
In three seconds
A lift up my camper and drop her down
Not so gently
Ain't nothing to worry about
Its all under control
Ain't nothing to see here
Headache. The girl she says she's got a headache
What she needs is just a handshake
Squeezing out all of the bad excuses she can make
Mornings- There will be some ugly mornings
But at least I'll know what love means
Love that lets me be as human as can be
I don't have to fake it
I won't have to lead you on
I'm as real as they come and
I don't see how some women put you on
Fakers With your lipo and your lipstick
You make it easy for a real chick
To see the horror pouring out of your ruby lips
Perfect I thank God that I'm not perfect
I happen to like all my defects
But my TV don't agree and I don't give a shit
I won't have to fake it
I don't have to put you on
I'm as real as they come
And I don't see how some women lead you on
I won't have to fake it
I won't have to put you on
And I don't like the way that I'm put on display
For your sorry eyes sorry eyes
Here comes the real one
Here comes the real thing
Here comes the real one
I don't have to fake it
I don't have to put you on
I'm as real as they come
And I don't see how some women lead you on
I don't have to fake it
I won't have to lead you on
And I don't understand why would a man
Want a circus clown
Well I'm not gonna lie how can I put this easy?
I try and try but what for just to please you?
It's true, you're wasting my time you're just a waste
of time
And I don't see why, I should listen to someone who
can't listen to themselves
Just listen to yourself
Fake it, you'll never get ahead of it
Trace it, back to where we started coz
Back track baby back tracking never got you nothing
(One step forward and two steps back)
And if you fake it, they'll never know your real name
Trace it, just to find it's such a shame you
Wasted your chance, tasted everything before you ever
held it
Well I was never gonna complain but why should I
Hold back when I wanted to be on your side?
You're wasting my time you're just a waste of time
And now I can see, all you wanted was just a chance to
Be in the spot light, well baby it's not right
And sincerely I'm sick and tired
Fake it, you'll never get ahead of it
Trace it, back to where we started coz
Back track baby back tracking never got you nothing
(One step forward and two steps back)
And if you fake it, they'll never know your real name
Trace it, just to find it's such a shame you
Wasted your chance, tasted everything before you ever
held it in your hands
They're shaking now, don't break it now
We'll break it down is this clear enough?
You're shaking now, don't break it now, we'll break it
down (x2)
Everybody jump, everybody say woah
Everybody's swaying, everybody say woah
Fake it, you'll never get ahead of it
Trace it, back to where we started coz
Back track baby back tracking never got you nothing
(One step forward and two steps back)
And if you fake it, they'll never know your real name
Trace it, just to find it's such a shame you
Wasted your chance, tasted everything before you ever
held it in your hands
Wasted your chance, tasted everything before you ever
if we can make it up every day i’ll have you know i’ve
got nothing to hide
if it’s the same with you i’ll be on my way out to
something that i like
i can’t explain the changes in my patience lately or
decide
i can’t explain the changes in my patience lately all
right
is it so hard to fake it
is it so hard to fake it
is it so hard to take your own advice
is it so hard
ooh and i got something that you can’t treat
modern science says it can’t be
and every morning when i can’t sleep
i’ll be yelling out that i can’t breathe and i wonder
i can’t explain the changes in my patience lately or
decide
i can’t explain the changes in my patience lately all
right
it it so hard to fake it
is it so hard to fake it
is it so hard to take your own advice
is it so hard
it’s safe to say that it’s the state i was found in
It's gonna be it's gonna be something that was said
Time passes you won't think again
Pressures off the world destroys the two
I didn't waste it
You'll be sorry, I'm gonna miss you like my sleep
Will you remember, my soul was yours and yours to keep
Why can't it be why can't it be something right
I'm wasting all my energy tonight
Pressures off the world destroys the two
I didn't waste it
Nothing to say
Nothing to say
One of these days I'll come back to haunt you
Better better
In the space, I see the most expensive shit running around the earth,
so far away from the people, as far as people from their hope.
you send it to the space, but it makes no sense;
the poor are still poor, the starving are still starving;
again and again, you do experiment; costing more and more fucking money;
what you do is just like sticking gold on the face of beggar;
if you want to strengthen the country, but first listen to the voice of the people.
the fucking rocket running to the space!
I'm sittin' in a bar, got a girl on each arm
Got a drink in each hand like a movie star
And I'm sitting here drinkin' just as happy as can be
I'm sitting here drinkin' with my Fake I.D.
A wealthy widow, man she hit on me
And a cheerleader's cheering her cheer for me
I'm the only male pledge in their sorority
All courtesy of my Fake I.D.
(Chorus)
Fake I.D., Fake I.D.
Fake I.D. what you do for me
I'm happy as a clam, and I'll always be
I'll never leave home without my Fake I.D.
Sittin' here drinkin' with the lights down low
And the sound cranked up on the stereo
Between the plaid skirt honeys on the field hockey team
Buying all their drinks with my Fake I.D.
Bartender, pour me another drink
I've got a test at 8 and I need time to think
Gotta study these labels so I'm bound to pass
Better pour me another glass
(Chorus)
All the lovely ladies
I raise my glass to thee
Come give me a wink
And I'll buy you a drink
Courtesy of my Fake I.D.
All the lovely ladies
I raise my glass to thee
Come give me a wink
And I'll buy you a drink
Courtesy of my Fake I.D.
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
Alternate Verse:
Yeah that's really me, yeah I tell the bouncer
Yeah that's really me, no it's not my brother
Yeah it's really me, my hair was longer
The St. Louisa school girl
Corona on her breath
Push up ammunition
Smoke some crystal meth
All she wants to do is rock the big dance floor
Sugar Fairy Princess never been before
Bald headed bouncers counting 1-2-3
She just walked right in and showed her fake I.D. and said…
Sucker, I’m only seventeen
she said…
Sucker, I’m only seventeen
The ruler infiltration
Over enemy lines
On the name of freedom
Win a real good time
4am confession in the bathroom stall
She’s under surveillance and a disco ball
She’s dancing on the speakers, call security
And she just shakes her ass and shows her fake I.D. and says…
Sucker, I’m only seventeen (yeah)
she said…
Sucker, I’m only seventeen
Well she’s a James Bond, side dong? operation Hong Kong
Her daddy’s sleepin now they’ve got the systems gone wrong
Sucker
Well all she wants to do is rock the big dance floor
All she wants to do is rock the big dance floor
All she wants to…
All she wants to…
All she wants to do is rock the big dance floor
Sucker, I’m only seventeen (yeah)
she said…
Sucker, I’m only seventeen
Well she’s a James Bond, side dong? operation Hong Kong
Her daddy’s sleepin now they’ve got the systems gone wrong
All she wants to do is rock the big dance floor
Sucker, I’m only seventeen
Sucker, I’m only seventeen
Sucker, I’m only seventeen
All she wants to do
All she wants to do
All she wants to do is rock the big dance floor
Yeah, I think it's about that time, baby
My name is Victa and I'm a winner
And I know what I'm talking about
And just 'cause I come out on top
Don't mean I'm leaving you out
Oh yes, I'm a tricksta but not a sinner
And you may not agree
Before you start to criticize
Are you talking 'bout you or me?
'Cause I'm your brother, your friend
I'm so much a part of you
To be the Victor, deal with who you are
Before you worry about what to do
I'm right here with ya, not against ya
It may look like deceit
But I am always on your side
Even when we compete, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, it's not always the answer
All you have to do is pay
When you understand the message
Then you have the right to say
My name is Victa
And I'm so finger funking good
You could never wash off this funk debris
Even if you could
My name is Victa
And I encourage you to learn how he plays
'Cause in practice there is a perfection
Now tell them what I say, my name is
And for all you players out there
I want you to pull up a chair
And sit down somewhere
My name is, I ain't gonna say it
It's already on your mind
Some may call it bragging
But I ain't got the time
I am coming to get ya
I'm sneaking up from behind
Don't worry, just a little bit more to say
May have to wait till tomorrow, it ain't gonna be today
I'm gonna tell my story, I don't know where to begin
The one thing that I know for sure, the Victor always wins
Ain't no worrying tomorrow
You just take care of today
And there's nothing left to borrow
Then you have the right to say
My name is Victa
And I'm playing like a player plays
My name is Victa
And I'm playing like a player plays
My name is
Ah, the name is Buddha, baby
Yeah, just put your hands right here
While I whisper in your ear
And just in case you didn't know
I'm here to tell you something
Let me hear you say play, Victa, play
Come on, come on, come on
My name is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Victa, yeah, yeah, yeah
My name is Victa
And I'm so finger funking good
You could never wash off this funk debris
Even if you could
My name is Victa
And I encourage you to learn how he plays
'Cause in practice there is a perfection
Now tell them what I say, my name is
Oh yeah, bobble, boot-rappafella here
For all the encouraging minds that wanna know
We're bringing you the real deal and not the deal-doe
Galactic isolation
Paranormal observation
Miscalculated calculations
Hey Victor, it's obvious
They are not paying attention
His name is Victa
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