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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
N.O.R.E.
N.O.R.E.
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Latricia Thompson
Latricia Thompson
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Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
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Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
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Greg Camp
Greg Camp
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The Neptunes
The Neptunes
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Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
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Pat Viala
Pat Viala
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Oh (Millitainment) Oh (Millitainment) Oh (Millitainment) Come on (Millitainment) Oh (Millitainment) This one is the hot one (Millitainment) Hey, yo (Millitainment) Homeboy, I came to party (oh) Your girl was looking at me (oh) She's a haggler, naw, I'm not tagging her (oh) But you don't want them boys to come over and start asking ya (oh) "What you wanna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you tryna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you wanna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you tryna do?" (yeah, yeah, yeah, nothin') Yeah, N-O-R papi, say what? That nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the la,bel that Jams Still flossing, showing your rocks Ain't you dudes heard "Grimey," man? We stoled your watch It goes Indian style, knees bent in dashiki Strapped with the baby TEC, baby TEC, BT True, she at the bar, looking good in the brown dress Ordered six shots, and them things ain't around yet Persona all thugged out, loud and clear Saying, "Fuck the straight Henny, just grab me a beer" You see I'm replying now and my mami's, I got a weapon now Shoot at them clowns at they feet, they high stepping now Left that wack la,bel 'cause I don't like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold in your hand, I make hits At the white boy club while I'm buyin' the bar They like, "Hey now, you're an all star!" it go Homeboy, I came to party (oh) Your girl was looking at me (oh) She's a haggler, naw, I'm not tagging her (oh) But you don't want them boys to come over and start asking ya (oh) "What you wanna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you tryna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you wanna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you tryna do?" (Yeah, yeah, nothin') I spit MAC millimeter rhymes, kill a liter in line My nigga Peter got a heater of mines Niggas still lying in they wack ass bars Only time they seen jail, when they watchin 'Oz' I'm in the club pissy drunk like, "Da-da-di-da!" And mami took it popper like, "Da-da-di-da!" Adios, kill your soul, then we body your ghost They call me "Gordo", I sip the champagne that's importo Pla,ying "Capicu" (man, you ain't nappy too) I like when chocha be nappy too I treat life like a fast car, lower my speed I try and chill, and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler, (What? What?) way before 'Melvin Flynt' A criminal, don't leave no prints These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since Caught up wit 'em, had them dudes straight hopping the fence, it go Homeboy, I came to party (oh) Your girl was looking at me (oh) She's a haggler, naw, I'm not tagging her (oh) But you don't want them boys to come over and start asking ya (oh) "What you wanna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you tryna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you wanna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you tryna do?" (Nothin') La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, oops, I done done it again, I got another one I keep it hid in my pocket, I got another one 'Fast and Furious,' dun, dun, dun, tu-dun Still be in–Miami and jet skiing In the ocean, where the sharks be at, just O.D.'n Adebisi, want a brick? You pay double, easy I got them things that'll move easy And I told the lawyer, I sold blow to old Goya I'm half-Spanish, you see I cook coke for Goya I'm half-Spanish, all day arroz con polla Recognize, when I'm runnin' the game Before me, chickens wasn't even messin' with brain Because me, now you started gettin' head on the westside highway So recognize, my nigga, you did it my way Ice rockin', brick chopping, and gun shoppin' I did it all, beat cases without Cochran Homeboy, I came to party (oh) Your girl was looking at me (oh) She's a haggler, naw, I'm not tagging her (oh) But you don't want them boys to come over and start asking ya (oh) "What you wanna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you tryna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you wanna do, nigga?" (Nothin') "What you tryna do?" (Nothin') La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh)
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