So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
We think we're heroes, we think we're kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Oh, look how great we have become
Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss
And a story they're a gift to this world
My only claim to glory, I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munitions, I'm amazed
So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, one man's loss, another man's gold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
We're just children, we're just dust, we are small and we are lost
And we're nothing, nothing at all
One bomb, the whole block gone
Can't find me children and dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion
But to some another fun day in Babylon
I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun
My life is done, so now I've got to kill someone
So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, moments lost, moments go
halimi sormadin bozuldum
konustuk günlerce
yok oldun
kimden bahsettigimi bilirsin
sakin ha kacma
sikayet ettigini duyarsam
I am the Bombaci
eger ki cok aci duyarsan
I am the bombaci
yerinde durmazsan
bakinip da bulmazsan
Featuring Fred Durst from Limp Bizkit
Fred: Say what, say what? (x4)
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what? (x3)
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'.
Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon
Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a
kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to
look like Raggedy Ann.
Jon: I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of
those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some
shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your
daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that...
Jon: Are you ready?!?
Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling
all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's
No Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst
needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe funk doobiest is
what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm
paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.
Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like,
oh shit allright, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never
fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take
them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
Jon: Fuck you.
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders,
while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away.
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
CHORUS
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite
flag is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.
Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin'
butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for
your little peanut.
Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here.
Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had
your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad,
your mother's now your lover.
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down
south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
CHORUS
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?
Fuck no I ain't got no Grey Poupon
Well anyway I said that's no burglar that my butler hahaha
Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
Yes we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Well then could you muster it for us
(David you must do)
Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers (*clears throat*)
Here we go
Well if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockafella
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
I'm outragous, I work in stages, like syphills
But no need for prophylactics
I am up your own, so me know wretched ain't funk
But my cream got amino acid
Keep my hoes in check no rebellions
If your ass occur shit it wouldn't be the first time
I done make a massacre, nigga please how you figure these
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securites
No impurities, straight anglo saxon
When my family got their sex on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit
Make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game I make the rules
Flash a little cash make you think you got class
But you really selling ass and hoe keep off my grass
Less you cutting it, see Im running shit
Trick all y'all motherfuckas as simps
I'm just a pimp
*chorus*
That is so cute
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
Well, what should I do?
Why don't you rap for us?
No, I...
Come on old boy I did mine
I...
It's so tribal
Oh very well
Oh goody!
But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getti
I am tearing this shit up like confetti
My money last longer than Eveready
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose
This is just like the straws?
But the hoes don't choose, I chose you
No voodoo can hoo-do you
From getting treated like a piece of boonboonboo
Who do you think want those niggaz that don't turn tricks
The logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed
And all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
I got the po'-po' for that daily pimp slap
The motherfucker gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy
Let you out like linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen
While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas are simps
I'm just a pimp
*Chorus*
Oh no here he comes, oh don't look at him
Are you fellows rapping?
I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing
You know one two three
Well actually we were just leaving...
And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want all she want this she want the ? of fun
X amount of this like this ? gap hear me
Hol' up your hand if you love the money
Hol' up your hand if you love punanny
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see
*Chorus*
Well how did you like that then?
Well we really must be leaving you
Yes yes Donald it was smashing to see you again
Something I picked up in the Carribean
Yeah yes I remember
Why don't you stick around and I'll I'll rap some more for you
Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie
Oh Jackie ah Jackie!!
Please please pass the bubbly
Well look here motherfuckers we are taking all these motherfucking shit
Yeah we are taking all these
Fuck no I ain't got no Grey Poupon
Well anyway I said that's no burglar that my butler hahaha
Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
Yes we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Well then could you muster it for us
(David you must do)
Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers (*clears throat*)
Here we go
Well if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockafella
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
I'm outragous, I work in stages, like syphills
But no need for prophylactics
I am up your own, so me know wretched ain't funk
But my cream got amino acid
Keep my hoes in check no rebellions
If your ass occur shit it wouldnt be the first time
I done make a massacre, nigga please how you figure these
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securites
No impurities, straight anglo saxon
when my family got their sex on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit
Make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game I make the rules
Flash a little cash make you think you got class
But you really selling ass and hoe keep off my grass
Less you cutting it, see Im running shit
Trick all y'all motherfuckas as simps
I'm just a pimp
*chorus*
That is so cute
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
Well, what should I do?
Why don't you rap for us?
No, I...
Come on old boy I did mine
I...
It's so tribal
Oh very well
Oh goody!
But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getti
I am tearing this shit up like confetti
My money last longer than Eveready
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose
This is just like the straws?
But the hoes dont choose, I chose you
No voodoo can hoo-do you
from getting treated like a piece of boonboonboo
Who do you think want those niggaz that don't turn tricks
The logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed
and all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
I got the po'-po' for that daily pimp slap
The motherfucker gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy
Let you out like linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen
While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas are simps
I'm just a pimp
*Chorus*
Oh no here he comes, oh don't look at him
Are you fellows rapping?
I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing
You know one two three
Well actually we were just leaving...
And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want all she want this she want the ? of fun
X amount of this like this ? gap hear me
Hol' up your hand if you love the money
Hol' up your hand if you love punanny
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see
*Chorus*
Well how did you like that then?
Well we really must be leaving you
Yes yes Donald it was smashing to see you again
Something I picked up in the Carribean
Yeah yes I remember
Why don't you stick around and I'll I'll rap some more for you
Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie
Oh Jackie ah Jackie!!
Please please pass the bubbly
Well look here motherfuckers we are taking all these motherfucking shit
Yeah we are taking all these
You besta come off up that coat we are taking these
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Wake up in the morning, roll a blunt and then I count bank
Pull out the garage, hit a button then the top faint
You ain't from the "A", all you really did was migrate
Asking me if I'm great, yeah bitch I'm great
Swerving down Peachtree, yeah bitch I'm straight
Every day my birthday, yeah bitch I get cake
You better get dough, ho you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter
Came up off Ball and G, growed up off Bun and C
Got me a Chevy swapped feet twice the same week
Shawty say she want me, shawty know I run things
We used to wear the mask like Friday the 1-3
Then I found out I had that pimp in my bloodstream
Got me one ho and then I got me a whole team
Had a starting five with a bench on the side
So for every bitch I got, she got a bitch on the side
[Hook x2: 2 Chainz]
Pimp all day I even pimp in my sleep
When I wake up I smoke a blunt before I eat
Ho don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a little letter
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I got money on my mind, I got cash up on my brain
I got green up in my eyes and I ain't finna pass it mane
Never let a penny pass, never let a dollar disappear
And if you don't understand me bitch I'll make it crystal clear
Coming down the Gulfway, passing by the Scale Co
Candy on the car, nigga pop my trunk they have no
Choice but to watch the neon lights with my name lit
Pimp a ho, stack the dough, yeah I'm on that same shit
Lames sit your ass up in the stands and eat a hot dog
This is for the big bosses boy and you are not hog
Never been a eagle man, I never seen you soar
Through the sky, looking super fly cause you paid off a whore
You're not a pimp, put that on Pimp, you a fraud
Buying pussy on the side instead of tryna break the broad
We don't do that over here, matter fact we never did
So keep your distance from the circle, we ain't with that tricking shit
Bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big KRIT]
Your eyes wide open, scopin', ropin' hold that thoroughbred
Pussy wet like April shower, twerking power, thorough head
Get deep in the mind of a pro, take her where she never been but where she wanna go
Unless she in the comfort of a monster with a mouthpiece, then I reach her on stroll
Pimp shit get rich and quick, tell a bad bitch how I feel
Never laid back, gotta make a quota, if it ain't a high roller keep that pussy sealed
So motherfucker can you buy that? At the rhythm of a bass drum
Hit the club buy the bar like a star take that other nigga bitch like dare that nigga say something
I seen pimps and you ain't one, you're not close to me I'm everything a real nigga supposed to be
You act like you did everything you could, but she was supposed to leave
At her neck like rosaries if she ain't where she supposed to be, I put her on game
She devoted to the notion of roller coasters, and that won't change
With my trunk on bang, sun on shine, break a bitch down like a Garcia y Vega
Fill her up with the gumption to hit the ground running, and go and get me some gators
Yeah suits with the tailor, that fit the frame of a nigga all about his paper
Forever pimping, never slipping, forever recruiting these top notch hoes in the majors
I can make your head turn with just one word
I don't need no bombs to make my voice heard
Why when you strike me do you think I'll agree?
Which bit did you not like to begin with?
All those eternal songs
Rolling from your tongues
Dogmatic, xenophobic, folly
I can make your head turn with just one word
I don't need no bombs to make my voice heard
I can make you see that there's both you and me
What else could there be that we so need?
You can choose to ignore
But I've made you make that choice
New fangled ways to use your voice
So much money wasted
I'd like to bring you paper
We're all just as mad as each other
I can make your head turn with just one word
I don't need no bombs to make my voice heard
I can make you see pas both you and me
He's building bombs in the bathroom
The man who lives right next door
Why don't you go round and ask him
If that's what all this noise for.
He's building bombs in the bathroom
Right next door to me
His bomb factory
'Not how this country used to be'
It seems like years ago
When everyone you know
Would live the good life
Just like you and me
The time of my first suspicion
When I first became aroused
Well the smell that came from his kitchen
Almost made me call the council round
He's building bombs in the bathroom
Right next door to me
His bomb factory
'Not how this country used to be'
It seems like years ago
When everyone you know
Would live the good life
Just like you and me
Right next door to me
His bomb factory
'Not how this country used to be'
It seems like years ago
When everyone you know
Would live the good life
There's always something
To bring me down
There's always nothing
To lift this cloud
There's never much of anything
And no one around
There's never much of anything
And no one around
Still I'm heading them off
Until I've had enough
I feel like I'm losing my grip
I'm slipping, but I know I will, I will
There must be something more to this
There has to be something more I missed
The bombz keep falling
On my head
Still I'm heading them off
Until I've had enough
I feel like I'm losing my grip
I'm slipping, but I know I will
I will keep heading them off
Until, until I've had enough
I will keep heading them off
Can't you see bombs are falling
Can't you hear death is calling
Can't you feel bodies are crying
Can't you see children are dying
Don't you know war is a sin
Can't you see Reagan's grin
Are you all going to fry
Pegao, pegao bien apretao
sudao bien jamaqueao
pegao bien dominado
que tu te sientas como acosao
sudando, bailando, tripeando,
el ritmo hip hop que esta sonando
oye nena mueve la caderas
muevete fuerte, baja y acelera
brincando de un lado para el otro
tu veras que esa nena la gozo
pomposo, pomposo
detras de su cintura
esa nena tiene sabrosura
sensual te voy a pone a suda
tu cuerpo va a reventar
bailando toda la noche
para que sigas con el deroche
pegados juntos de pie
bailando hasta amanecer
hacta morir de placer
para que sigas con el derroche
CORO
mira esa morena, como se menea
que a mi corazon se acelera
tiene una piel de color canela
y una minifalda que me envenena
bajando, subiendo, subiendo y bajando
esa nena me esta enamorando
pomposo detras de su cintura
esa nena tiene sabrosura
sensual te voy a pone a suda
tu cuerpo va a reventar
bailando toda la noche
para que sigas con el deroche
pegados juntos de pie
bailando hasta amanecer
hacta morir de placer
para que sigas con el derroche
CORO:
Bueno mi gente
este es el nuevo paso
que traemos nosotros aqui
esta bien rico esta bien sabroso
quiero ver a todas las chicas
con las manos en la cintura
para hacer este nuevo paso
quiero que nos acompañen
este baile, es el baile del pomposo
pomposo (ahh) esta pomposo (sii) BIS x 4
I go grenade
Y'all go grenada
I'm going mutant on these niggas
Cowabunga
Y'all throwin' shade
But I'm so summer
Bustin' this sh*t so you can call this here a come-up
Y'all bust for days
Big ass cojones
I'm from that Nolia so I'm stuntin lika a motha
Blind to the hate
So Stevie Wonder
Destined to be one of the greats
Just pick a number
(I'm bouta blow)
Boom like an atom bomb
(Bouta explode)
No where for you to run
(Bouta to let go)
Built like a loaded gun
(I'm bouta blow)
Detonator set, ticking bomb on deck like
Bombs away
Give me that boom boom bass
And watch a motherf*cker lose his face
Bombs away
Said we ain't playing games
We kicking ass and then we taking names
Bombs away
Say hey what did you say
Bombs away
Say hey what did you say
Bombs away
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb
Bombs away
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb
Tough as a tank
Can't break this armor
Y'all play it safe
I play it harder
I'm such a beast
I'm on my Carter
Just feed me beats
And watch me eat up all y'all
Fresh off a leash
I'm such a monster
I never sleep
Been tuned on auto
I got that heat
Yo sh*t is colder
Give me some feet
I'm so explosive
(I'm bouta blow)
Boom like an atom bomb
(Bouta explode)
No where for you to run
(Bouta to let go)
Built like a loaded gun
(I'm bouta blow)
Detonator set, ticking bomb on deck like
Bombs away
Give me that boom boom bass
And watch a motherf*cker lose his face
Bombs away
Said we aint playing games
We kickin ass and then we taking names
Bombs away
Say hey what did you say
Bombs away
Say hey what did you say
Bombs away
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb
Bombs away
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb
(3x)
We throwing bombs
We throwing bombs
We throwing bombs yea
Cant nobody touch us
Cant nobody
Cant nobody touch us
Cant nobody (2x)
