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La Gaude
La Gaude is a commune in the Alpes-Maritimes department in southeastern France.
History
To the south of the village, a restored Roman stele is close to the Aurelian Way, the Roman road that passed near the present cultural centre.
After the Saracen attacks in the ninth century, the inhabitants of the nearby and higher village of Saint-Jeannet descended to the more fertile and less rugged La Gaude area. "La Gauda" is mentioned in 1075. Soon the village was burned for having converted to the Cathar heresy. When the frontier became the nearby River Var, the village was again destroyed.
The village was affected by the plague in the fifteenth century and abandoned until the late sixteenth century. La Gaude became an independent community in 1599, separating from Saint Jeannet. Looting took place in 1704 and for five days in 1707. In the twentieth century, La Gaude was transformed by the arrival of piped water.
The Provençal writer, Marcel Pagnol, was captivated by the village, writing, "I will be back in a fortnight and will rush to your place to admire your barbaric flowers and drink your civilised wine." (« Je reviendrai dans une quinzaine et je m’élancerai chez vous pour admirer vos fleurs barbares et boire votre vin civilisé. ») He bought a property in the village, the domaine de l'Étoile.
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by El Fudge
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by: El Fudge[Hook]
De de de de de de de de de da de day
All y'all hip hop niggas buy ya smoke around the way so
If it comes to it I can see y'all
De de de de de de de de de da de day
All y'all hip hop niggas buy ya smoke around my way so
If it comes to it I can see y'all
Believe me I can see y'all
[Verse 1]
You lack some minerals and vitamins, respect due to that
The average hip hop consumers now's like who dat?
Songs nowadays ain't stayin' stuck in ya brain
It got to the point that all songs that suck sound the same
I'm speakin' on behalf of a third of us in the game
That when dope comes up they ain't announcin' our names
Now I'm runnin' up in clubs screamin'
Wid my songs pumpin' in 'em
Celeb status weighin' in like Kenan
Ain't big headed or gassed up
I'm stayin' on the cement
Don't wanna hear that talk 'round me
Y'all playin' wid my feelings
Cause y'all couldn't help but notice bitches ravin' over me then
Ya automatically think they gave off fragrants of my semen
Play attention closely to how stupid y'all look
Like a producer droppin' dime on a lieu Buddah took shit
Back to the song, continue wid splittin' lyrics in half
to the point of the bathrooms you ask if it's on
They be like yeh it is, don't his raps be the bomb
Listen once we're done zippin' up our pants sing along
Bring it on, whatever, that's how the shit's s'posed to be
I been new nice I been since Hawaian Sophie please
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
This is for all my real niggas smokin' chronic in blunts
To my British niggas smokin' spliffs along wid ?silca?
To all my European niggas smokin' ounces of skunk
To my Dominicans makin' thousands offa just one
I can make songs for y'all shit, why the fuck not
I'm sick of first hit, *(breath and cough)*
Hid it from pops, cops see
Don't it pay to be dope?
I'm addicted to bitches they gimme brains to in love
But I'm tied up like Rudolph on a sleigh and wid ropes
And cut him short like the trip you move 'n' made for the gold
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh