• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Pimpin - Tony Yayo
• Bambina - Lara Fabian
• Pimpin - Big Tymers
• Pimpin - Freestyle
• Bambino - Banco Del Mutuo Soccorso
• Buy Me A Pony - Spiderbait
• Bambino - Litfiba
• Pimpin - Keziah Jones
• Pumpin' - Xscape
• Pimpin - Hollywood Undead
• Bambini - Al Bano & Romina Power
• Pumpin' - Jaz-o
• Bombon - Fey
• Pimpin - Lord Infamous
• Bambino - Elza Soares
• Bambina - Alibia

i don’t make everyone happy…..but it’s ok….it’s ok
i’ve been through this before
it’s nothing new…nothing new
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
don’t worry about whatcha done now cause it’s ok…it’s ok...yeah, yeah
it’s a test to see how much you can take…it’s nothin new…
i don’t know why every time i wanna fly
somebody always tries
to hold me down….hold me down…
i’m losing my faith every single time…i try
no one is on my side
don’t let me drown…let me drown
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
i am drowning…i am sinking….yeah
why won’t someone help me

Rien qu'un petit espace
Une toute, toute petite trace
Un petit mal qui reste en moi
Tout c'que tu détestes
Je prends ma petite place
D'un trait de larmes j'efface
Les souvenirs terrestres
Qui traînent dans ma veste
Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus
Bambina
De ta petite voix
Je parle de nous tout bas
Et quand ça les fait rire
Ça me déchire
Car d'apparence tu vois
Je ne te ressemble pas
J'ai plutôt l'air de celle
Qui grandit en toi
Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus
Bambina si vivante
Reviens, j'ai mal au ventre
Bambina, dans ce corps
J'ai ton c?ur qui bat
Je t'attends en bas dans la rue
Où l'autobus ne passe plus
Je chante à tue-tête
Tu verras j'ai la même voix
Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus
Bambina
Reviens, j'ai mal au ventre
Bambina, dans ce corps
J'ai ton c?ur qui bat
Rien qu'un petit espace

Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
I've been stackin and mackin since '75
When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that
Thats my daddy, daddy
Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
I've been stackin and mackin since '75
When I come thru in the Benz hoes tell they friends that
Thats my daddy daddy
I don't ride white walls its vogues I'm mashing
But I'm +Hood Rich+ nigga tell ya bitch to ask me
Swang yo' ?? in that brand new Caddy
Seville four door slammed back lil' daddy
Throwing bricks in the cut like a nigga give a fuck
I spunt what you niggas spunt when I was coming up
Its the bling bling king worth mils with nuts
Scored that brand new Benz loud pipes 'em up
Got that Avalanche truck alligator in the trunk
Got the snake in the floor of a Bentley HEADS UP
Them white folks coming lil' dady HOLD UP
Shift it up the block for a nigga can pop
I'm a born hustler but a pimp pimp player
2-G and 2 its Big Tymer year
Doing donuts in the drop top with Cartiers
And I ain't met no nigga with more cars than this player
You don't wanna get it on
You'll get shitted on or spitted on
Reptile boots and suits thats fitted on
Got the bar up in the car with the dranks so I can sit it on
Peanut butter and wood, its still understood
That Im'a P-I-M-P
The M to the A, double N-I-E
Now put yo' feet up on that mank
Take a pull of the stank
And we can do it how it should be done
I treat a bitch like a hoe, a hoe like a slut
A slut like a nut cuz I really don't give a fuck
Now with a dick up in yo' throat can you still sing a note?
Well if you can say I'm the man with the superfly trim
Woah move away young dude you're ruining my mood
Straight mackin to the stackin money bitches and food
Caddilac Buritz big booties and tits
Got twenty bad bitches with the matching outfits
I was the man in kindergarden and a pimp in first
A mack in second grade by third it was worse
A made man in the fourth a don in the fifth
Had the teacher sellin ass when I touched the sixth
Seven eight and nine whatever they had was mine
From tenth to twelfth bling bling ya blind
Now I'm the money foldin phone holdin
two way checkin home wreckin
rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin
Love a lotta women, walk with a limp an'
I'll have the snow crabs a bottle of uh um cristal
Some fettacinni and some um let me see what else
Oh and some shrimp
I'm a bird on crew in that Lexus coupe
I left the roof at home let the rain come thru
Don't cry now ma you know how it go
But since ya hair got wet lets smoke some 'dro
Get it right ma and put that Fresh mink on
Them CMC boots with the platinum thongs
I wear enough ice to sit on the throne

I was born broke
i be dam if i will ie that way
i love my momma
cant deny that phase
every night i pray for a rap record deal
man, even some times twise i say
lord save me take me away from hell
14 to 9 and i've been sellin ''yay'' for years
y we had a house and couldn't keep it
y i got more pink slips than victoria secret
y i gotta rob
y my pappi aint got a job
y i aint gradguate
y throught school i aint have a date

(musica: V. Nocenzi / testo: F. Di Giacomo)
Guarda, guarda bambino
come sono, sono alti gli aeroplani.
Guarda, guarda lontano
quante stelle cadono gi?,
grappoli di rose, nel silenzio veloce.
Senti, senti bambino
questa storia che non sa di pane,
che ti arriva nel cuore,
cos? lieve non fa rumore,
sparano lontano, ? una pioggia di stelle.
Come si fa, ma come fanno gli angeli
a volare in un cielo rosso.
Stringimi forte ora, che non mi sento di scappare
questa ? una notte vera.
Tu, dimmelo ancora,
tu dimmelo ancora,
tu stringimi ancora,
tu, ancora, ancora.
Come si fa, ma come fanno gli angeli
a volare in un cielo rosso.
Stringimi forte ora, che non mi sento di scappare
questa ? una notte vera.
Tu, dimmelo ancora,
tu, dimmelo ancora,
tu, stringimi ancora,

Don't you wanna be
A personality
An ocean in the sea
But you'll never make it
If you can't shake it
So don't mistake it
Just try and fake it
And I want you to know
You don't have far to go
So we'll use all your dough
To buy new clothes
And see what flows
And powder your nose
For those photos
You're almost on your way
To popularity
And we'll teach you to play
With icy stare
And punk rock hair
And beatnik flair
We'll take you there
'Coz there's nobody else like you
And we sure care just what you're doing
After we have gone our separate ways
So don't you want to be
A big time entity
Your place in history
But don't be scared
Of what we said
'Coz there's no end
To being your friend
But wait out in the hall
We've just received a call
We'll have to dump you all
But don't you try
To pass us by
'Coz we own you
Until we're through
And there's so many round like you
And we don't care just what you're doing
After we have gone our separate ways

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La`, mami
Era la casa di marzapane
La`, mami
Era la notte piu` fresca che c'e`
Il sogno si fermo`
Comincia a sanguinare
Ero bambino, bambino, bambino
Quella era la grande citta`
La`, mami
il tempo corse violento e distratto
Dai, gioca
Giochiamo a ridere e a batterci qui
Il sogno si fermo`
Comincia a sanguinare
Ero bambino, bambino, bambino
Quella era la grande citta`
E non la smettevo di scoprire
Oltre i confini della citta`
Ero bambino, bambino, bambino
Fino ai confini della giungla
Ero bambino, bambino, bambino
Quella era la grande citta`
Non la smettevo di scoprire
Oltre i confini della realta`
Bambino, bambino
Non nascere mai
` E VOLA .... IN ALTO .... FINO ........ A D I O ! ! ! ! `
I wrote these texts EXACTLY AS THEY ARE in the CDs, correcting booklets' errors
If you are not italian and you are interested inan english translation of the
texts, mail me, and maybe I'll make it. Anyway, have fun.
Transcribed by
Francesco Chemolli

I would like to think
That i was there
In the very beginning
Whitout me
There wouldn't be
No nigerians for you
to know
in the formless chaos
I would be doing our bidding
Extrapolating problems
From the one and only zero
CHORUS
Oh ho
remember me
I'm pimping the background of
Sorrow
Yeah that's me
From a million miles of space
Is where you'll find me
Singing
Yoruba songs of navigation
For you to sing and play
and follow
all time i'll streche and bend
and mend for you at a single sitting
i'll measure you up and down
just like a black vogue model
CHORUS
BRIDGE
The songs we sing today
we'll pimp tomorrow
we'll just smile and say
we're pimps of sorrow
I'd like to think that you'll be there
with our space and time ending
Without you, there wouldn't
be no Black Americans for me
to know
in the formless chaos
You would be doing their bidding
Manipulating data from
the one and only machine

You gotta keep it pumpin'.
I went out looking for a good place,
But everywhere I went was dull.
I went here, and I went there,
But I never found the stuff.
But then I met this boy that said
He had the perfect place,
That I would just love, yeah.
He took me in,
Ooh, let me tell you girlfriend,
The place was jumping,
And it was sho 'nuff pumpin'.
I found my spot,
Nothing about the place seemed dull.
And the stuff I was looking for,
I found the stuff.
The sound was hot, like I never heard before,
The bass was booming,
There were people all over the dance floor.
Then I met another guy,
And he asked me would I like to dance,
He showed me steps I never seen before.
I walked in,
Ooh, let me tell you girlfriend,
The place was jumping,
And it was sho 'nuff pumpin'.
That's the way I like it,
I like it when it's pumpin'.
If you got a groove that you like and you like it a lot,
Pump it up, pump it up.
You know the place with the bass,
In the neighbourhood hot spot,
Pump it up, pump it up.
To the girl in the blue,
Tell me what 'cha gonna do,
Pump it up, pump it up.
And to the negro in red tell me what I said,

Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air
Come on lets...
And you know, we keep the party jumpin'
So lets keep them 40s comin'
Come on down to the city of LA
Where we, we ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy
You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby
We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy
Well I ride with jay-dee-oh-gee
And it's like, kay, basically
We get shit faced and crazy
We're screaming "FUCK THE POLICE!"
J-just like easy lets smoke these with Old'E and Charlie
We mix it over a heartbeat, and run with the Undead Army!
And you don't need to see the best of me
The best MC, its just a beat, produce the feeds that makes me mean
That seems to be what makes me scream
So what up?!
Let's roll the town fucked up!
Let's sing LA and show love!
Yo JDOG, wait, just hold up
Take my mic, my PO showed up!
Come on down to the city of LA
Where we ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy
You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby
We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy
We're six Caucasians, hell raisin'
Blazin', making zero pay
Can't wait to drink to stop the pain
To call Funny
To ride with me
My pants are so low, I'm sippin' on this 4-0
Rollin' in the fo' do'
Producer, me, and four ho's
OH NO!
The 5-0's rollin' cold, I didn't stop, but tried to smoke
Container's open, Funny's smokin'
I think I'm chokin'
It's time to go (OH)
This midnight tale, let's keep it rollin'
Keep the fuckin and Mad Dog flowin'
Los Angeles we keep it goin'
Undead is what we're throwin'
Come on down to the city of LA
Where we, we ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy
You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby
We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy
I keep'em blowin' on my
Head keeps gettin' fatter everyday, baby
On TV ya better listen 'cause you know they'll play me
In the club, you in the corner while my shit go crazy
And I got my soldiers in the back so you don't wanna face me
And when your girl looked up at me, I'm lookin' right down
And all that yappin', you know you gonna' be a smack down
I stick around to keep it mad while the crowd's loud

I bambini nel sole nel buio dal ghiaccio ai tropici
Hanno tutti lo sguardo innocente di chi non sa
han sempre voglia di un'altra carezza che aggiusti i riccioli
di sognare dormire giocare fin che gli va
I bamini comprati e venduti per pochi spiccioli
addestrati a rubare a mentirsi a buttarsi via...
i bambini a natale si aspettano dei miracoli
ma milioni di loro non sanno in che giorno sia...
Ma che razza di mondo è
quello che non rispetta più
la diversità e l'inguenità dei piccoli
ma che razza di vento c'è
sento che ci spazza e che butta giù
l'innocenza che non tornerà mai più
I bambini hanno faccie diverse ma il cuore è simile
per scaldarsi hanno solo bisogno di umanità
e invece trovano un mondo che non fa volare gli angeli
e come freccie, lontano il tempo poi li scaglierà...
Dimmi una favola dimmela tu
se no non mi addormento più
Trova una favola, digliela tu
fa che lui sogni un po' di più

Pump and the rhymes'll never run thin
Ears alert because the Jaz said sometihn
The king that swins original things and sings
and clings to more green backs than feathers to a bird's wing
Creep MC's people's heads are full
Of your worthless garbage a bunch o bull
My stuff got you started, no doubt
Not just the Jaz huggers I'm talkin bout
The shames that same the Kane and all Rakim's sons
The Chuck D part threes and the KRS-Two to One's
Yo let's face reality
Punks and popouts lack originality
No rap ability total futility
Sounds like some other, another brother? My ears are killin me
Then prevails the sound of this guy on stand by
Jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you and the people to sway
Back and forth forth and back to the rear
We run smooth like a Ferrari in fifth gear
You took your dose you're sweatin our clothes
Quit the pros, take the mag out ya nose
And stop click off, you can't win you're just tickin off
Jay-Z and Jaz we're kickin off
A brand new style pumpin harder than a hooker
On a twenty-inch dick before the syndrome took her
It's time for Jay-Z to say somethin
I'll give it up while the beat is still pumpin
Pumpin like the 88 E Class
Spoiler kit, with tinted glass
Doped up higher than a patient on the corner
So get wit it, you know you wanna
Dance romance enhance and give it a chance
And clock the circumstance, MC Jaz goin freelance
Took the time, time is devotion
To put your body in motion
The people that prep, to keep you in step
The lyrics I kept and other MC's slept
I ain't no murderous mugger
But my rhymes'll hit harder than a Louisville slugger
Intricate to make the others feel simple
Like a tre-pound-seevn to the temple
Makes ya melt-a helter skelter
A Mike Tyson blow to the belt-a
Loev is a lot-a you know ya gotta
Reveal the deal feel squeal and get hotter
Growin strong like the dreads on Jamaicans
I am the best and I'm takin
Over thousands stacked in poles of crates
Like the dollars of a kingpin movin weight
Freskly dipped it's jumpin no mistake
This beat is pumpin here's the break
Pump take charge, cold livin large
First to wrist and a neck full of the gold stuff
Pockets thick and we never get enough
Rougher than a rock tougher than new drum skins
Turn you big bad MC's into munchkins
The force to cause remorse, we're gonna get you
So let the rhythm of the rockin rhyme hit you
Jaz is my name destined for fame
Jay-Z and Fresh Gordon destined to do the same
Step to us sons you wanna vex?
Our shit is liver than Memorex
It to yourself, why do?
We school the fools that try to
Diss us? Man, don't start
You don't even wanna play the part
Toe to toe we'll let ya know you're slow
And if ya talent is low, then away you go
Chumps wanna get slammed suckers wanna flim flam
I do em all and I don't give a damn
Like I said, I'm puttin heads to bed
I'll play you out like a pair of Pro-Keds
And eevn if you were a fresh pair of Reeboks
I'll wear you down to your alst jumpshot
The guys with the guys so lick nuts pooh-butt
I'll put you in a rut do you like a street mutt
Do this do that do whatever do somethin

Miel sobre miel, tus caricias otra vez
vuelven a poner, fuego liquido en mi piel
jet'aime. bombon
Pam-pata pam como truenos de tam-tam
nuestros pechos estan sincronizados
pom-pam jet'aime bombon
Sed contra sed hombre y ganas de comer
hoy me tienes fe lo de mas vendra despues
jeta'ime bombon
Veo lo que ven - los dos granos de cafe
con los que iluminas, el nuevo dia, visto de color
que hay en tus cambios de humor
me perfumo en el olor de tu olor
oh, mon cheri bombon
mi talisman - sabes bien y sientes mal
eres mas letal que un conjuro de chaman
jet'aime bombon
Te voy detras igual que las huellas van
no te pido mas que las migas que me das
jet'aime bombon
Fragil como un pez si no estas me apagare
quiero la semilla de tu sonrisa sin ti no soy la flor
que no da ningun olor dejame mirarte un poco mejor
oh, mon petit
shala la la la... por ti
shala la la la... que si
shala la la la... por ti
shala la la la... aqui
muero un dia mas
Esa boca que va de amarga y sabe amiel
se que la tendre solo para mi, lo se
jet'aime bombon

[Lord Infamous:]
When you find out your bitch missin
She ain't missin, she with pimpin
So don't be lookin for the hoe on no milk carton
Or no postage stamp, she with me muh'fucker
Y'all got it misunderstood out here~!
Sheeit, God damnit
She got the right to fuck with a sucker
But she CHOOSE to fuck with
A nigga that's overqualified
Over you motherfuckin grand putas out here
When you see the bitch in traffic God damn it
She up on a new motherfuckin mandate
Yeah I ride around like it's party time
All the motherfuckin time
You just mad God damnit, cause I'm famous
And I got my middle fanger up your baby momma anus

e se o ferro ferir
e se a dor perfumar
um pé de manacá
que eu sei existir
em algum lugar?
e se eu te machucar
sem querer atingir
e também magoar
o seio mais lindo
que há?
e se a brisa soprar?
se ventar a favor?
e se o fogo pegar
quem vai se queimar
de gozo e de dor?
se for pra chorar
e se for ou não for
vou contigo dançar
e sempre te amar
amor
e se o mundo cair
e se o céu despencar?
se rolar vendaval
temporal carnaval
e se as águas correrem
pro bem e pro mal?
quando o sol ressurgir
quando o dia raiar
é menino e menina
bambino e bambina
pra quem tem que dar
no final do final
e se a noite pedir
e se a chama apagar?
e se tudo dormir
o escuro cobrir
ninguém mais ficar?
se for pra chorar
e uma rosa se abrir?
pirilampo luzir
brilhar e sumir
no ar
se tudo falir
o mar acabar
e se eu nunca pagar
o quanto pedi
pra você me dar?
se a sorte sorrir
e o infinito deixar
vou seguindo seguir
e quero teus lábios
beijar

E intanto le sue mani
giocavano con l'aria
distesa in mezzo all'erba
sognava di volare
sognava la bambina e si riempiva gli occhi
di sole del mattino
di nuvole d'argento
desidero volare al fianco degli uccelli
abbandonarmi al vento come fossi un aquilone
ma era troppo piccola
e non sapeva andare
pi? in la delle sue favole
nei sogni volteggiare
legata a quel terreno dal suo triste destino
il limite di un essere di libert? sprovvisto
io voler?
pensava
cavalcher? l'azzurro
le braccia si distesero cullandosi con l'aria
il corpo levitava pi? in alto ad ogni metro
volava la bambina pi? in la di ogni lacrima