Thursday, January 29, 2009

Eazy-E - Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix)

photo by heidi sundstrom


Eazy-E - Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix)

Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka
And this one goes out to all
The O.G.'s out there and
I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up
Niggaz, my Nigga they came back with some of that
Old school original west coast shit
Nigga that got all of y'all in this dig in the
First place yeah so run that shit E, yeah

Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up who can it be
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy ''cause I ain't said shit

Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta
Wrong nigga tah fuck wit
Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta
Wrong nigga tah fuck wit

Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free-base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page

Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy ''cause I ain't said shit

Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang,
Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang

Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
Niggaz out there makin' that dolla'
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left I hit tha Bacardi
I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit what did ya know
Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on pops knocked his old ass out

Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy ''cause I ain't said shit

And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
And if a brotha talks shit I give him a

Now I'm rollin' hard now under control
Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said,"Oh brother!"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is drivin' Kilo on tha side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin' his guess
Now he is caught for doing tha crime
For defense on tha boy he'll do some time

Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy ''cause I ain't said shit

I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck

I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
Instruct him out tha court said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over tah turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a sub-machine uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy ''cause I ain't said shit

Labels: , , , , , ,

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Beatles - Happiness Is a Warm Gun



The Beatles - Happiness Is a Warm Gun

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do- oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane

The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, momma
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
When I hold you in my arms
(Ooooooooohhh, oh yeah!)
And when I feel my finger on your trigger
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun, momma
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
-Yes it is, it's a warm gun!
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is...
Gun!
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?
(Bang Bang Shoot Shoot)
Yeeeaahhh!

Labels: , , , , ,

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Sugar - Changes



Sugar - Changes

I want something like I remember
And I want something
That lasts forever
I remember times you said
That you’d be true to me
Look at how the weather’s changing

Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes


I’m accustomed to your deception
Comes the rule with no exception
And I’ve been dragged across the river
Running far and wide
Come and see how I feel inside

Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes

Change for the better
Change for the worse
Changes with summer and fall
Now you’re a stranger
Spare me some change
So I can find someone to call my own

Changes, changes
Changes, changes
Changes, changes
Changes, changes
Changes, changes
Changes, changes

Now that winter has fallen upon us
Changes, changes
I need something that’s warm and honest
Changes, changes
And if I found someone who thinks
That they’ll be true to me
I really wouldn’t want to change it

Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes
I've got these
Changes, changes

I have seen I have seen
What these changes mean to me
If you’re thinking of changing
If you’re thinking of staying with me
We need to agree
We need to make some changes
We need what we need
Do I need you
Do you need me

Changes
These changes
Changes
These changes
Changes
These changes
Changes
Changes

Labels: , , , , , , ,

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Chiffons - One Fine Day



The Chiffons - One Fine Day

One fine day
You'll look at me
And you will know
Our love was meant to be
One fine day
You're gonna want me for your girl

The arms I long for
Will open wide
And you'll be proud
To have me by your side
One fine day
You're gonna want me for your girl

Though I know you're the kind of boy
Who only wants to run around
I'll keep waiting and someday, darling
You'll come to me
When you want to settle down, oh

One fine day
We'll meet once more
And then you'll want
The love you threw away before
One fine day
You're gonna want me for your girl

Labels: , , , , , , ,

Monday, January 12, 2009

Ricky Nelson - Garden Party



Ricky Nelson - Garden Party

I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories and play our songs again
When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name
No one recognized me, I didn't look the same

But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well.
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself

People came from miles around, everyone was there
Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air
'n' over in the corner, much to my surprise
Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise

Lott-in-dah-dah-dah, lot-in-dah-dah-dah

Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came
No one heard the music, we didn't look the same
I said hello to "Mary Lou", she belongs to me
When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave

Lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
Lot-in-dah-dah-dah

Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode
Playing guitar like a-ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should
If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck
But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck

Lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
Lot-in-dah-dah-dah

And it's all right now, learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself

Labels: , , , , ,