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Verse 1
Anywhere shake smoke great and glass scrape For the last bit of resin to make you head bake Anywhere tigers and dragons geishas and good herb Drum poundin make sure it soundin throughout hte suburb Anywhere there's belly dance, fans walk on they hands In this Los Angeles puff a whole lotta canibus Days and nights broke dreams and street fights Every now and then catchin the flash of police lights Anywhere they down to get faded at anytime Anywhere there's mic a beat and a place to rhyme Anywhere they takin the time to feel mine Fill mind as I'm keepin it fine like red wine Anywhere there's low low's, valas, cholos Cholas shakin they a** to freak photos Anywhere the slam of the bass in like a four-four Watch me shine makin em rise just like my mojo Chorus 2X That's where you'll find me...where calles meet the sky That's where you'll find me...enter your mind on most high That's where you'll find me...with segmented beats on time Station Thirteen SAP mode volume above nine Verse 2 Sure as porno actresses get stuffed and nailed to mattresses I mastered my sty so easily you can find me When you burnin trees crackin open and sippin your Mickey's Delinquencies will be there like Jack 5 to keep the party live Bangin in your left ear drum when you at the club drag dropping Tryin to get her to sucumb it's on and poppin Good girls become filthy when exposed to the right herbs and devices I'm the sound that motivates making her take it where she likes it Thought you caught a glimpse, mentally pimps We ain't to far from Imperial 99 get my residual Bumpin in the trunk of locote fresh out the bote Nocturnal creature flyin high, into the noche Filter the bad like dream scapes deliver the goods Rockin neighborhoods from here to ghetto France it's understood When you look into the mirror and your reflection is clear When you finally take a chance overcomin your fears.....you'll find me Chorus Verse 3 Anywhere everyone love anyone for nothin Got em huffin dancin drinkin and hand puffin Anywhere it's a place you all might know Anywhere a place to feel free and let it go Find me etched into the mental of many souls young and old Reoccuring on Station Thirteen like classic rock 'n' roll Anywhere hefe cuts a little slack Anywhere a place cuts skip and bounce back Anywhere a fiesta ends in all peace Anywhere a place all gun shots cease Chorus |
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| 3:55 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:14 |
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[Ives] Es la vida, quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta`s poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got the whole crowd jointed Check in with Ives catch me squintin know why I came be let my word fly keep the gleam in your eye (ha!) Con mucho drum roll on time let the horn blow Gas to the pedal like metal at a KoRn show The rhyme rocka with a shit load of placas Grab the mic and freak the rhythm till there`s no more balas Still mis palabras fade all boo`s and ha-ha`s That includes all who go sissy la-la So do the cha-cha, ruka call me poppa Huero came for action hun until manana Down for hi-hat crash and whiplash City nights bright lights and herb stash Chorus [Kemo] Que ondas muchacho, arriba las manos Gavacho, moreno penetra tu barrio Lacing you with rolas that will rock back frente RRRRRR, Blaxican esto pa la gente Like chanclazos deep like fregadazos Still got the Coke and Rum and flex the brazos Then I hit you from a different angle Leg sweep cheap shot bird shit straight cop Soy el Twin Pistolero, guerrero don`t be afraid of that Matter of fact, I got like 10,000 maniacs In the crowd on a very good night But keep it hype for a fraction of that, to get the fery like that Chronica en el aire, todos kieren baile Plus my sick Latin sty`le Caile, chueko as they come I could feel the drum don`t know the words, well you can hum... Chorus [Kemo] Oye muneca ya mueve la cadera Sobre el ritmo y las trompetas Feel the beat kick hard como escopeta Vatos on the prowl for the hoochie lookin fresca All you delinquentes vengan para en frente Hazte para atras si tu eres muy desente Cause I`m chueco ven contact the yerba Lo que sera sera cuando lo envuelva [Ives] A little sontin gets your eyes burnt head turnt Pupils tight back stiff and your neck hurt and then you exert Check the vibe who got more freaky than Ives I survive, dodgin hootta tryin to shoot I So I mueva smooth creep and crawl Take out another batch let it thaw and lace y`all Won`t take fall this here is winner take all Trick take a flick of the click here to face y`all |
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| 4. |
| 3:28 |
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[Ives]
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance cards Eveything move all around the street sound Bass drop makin you nod so freak now >From L.A. Downtown to Boogie Down Hey love I gotta lotta what they not to freak sounds Those two bit who love to talk shit dont even f**k with I'm too lit you ain't really shit and drive a bucket Your dog got no bark valas is wet with no spark In fact for the most part Chale hook start... Chorus 2X This is for all y'all in memory of Everytime you bump rola while you puff bud Say 'holmes that's the dove' and I'll feel the love That a boulevard star think of [Kemo] El callejero, el twin, el pistolero Estoy vijilando y cruisin con el fierro Ha-Ha! oye whatcha the boulevard gottcha Chueco fresa cualkiera que mancha Boulevard star lingo the street sound Gather round bring a pound for the hounds Nocturnal light shine grounded on street level Bule bule hard to find like a plant with four pedals Watch the tranzas the hottas trampas Known to strangle mic y tumbo casas Legendary rolas for vatos and cholas Secondary status for haters and skonkas Chorus [Ives] I'll be remembered in the hearts of riders West and East siders Known to take nug pack bowl and light lighta Ready to bid love peace and all's well Puttin words to a bassline knowin the spell Some mix a world treasures and worthless trash Silver that brightly gleam in a lightning flash Gold that sunset spill on sky Funk make bluebird sing and dove cry Sing wild cadence of them old remains About how much liquor flow through my viens So roll to this slow hypnotic beat Hollow drums flower crushed, rushed and smell sweet Chorus |
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| 5. |
| 3:54 |
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(feat. Sick Jacken)
[Kemo] I once heard a man say "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle wound Midnite gloom right under midnite moon consume Exceed the limit forget it the man don't wanna hear it He says "Let's go" but I'm late I gotta rock a show I'm gone Play me a so long song mister piano man Eyes gleem bright like gems from ancient lands We hot like desert sands we rock like rock bands They live in scared city sunset make em look pretty I'm tryin to shine lead the blind through Sahara twilight Cross a line in the dirt, choke hold on the mic [Chorus x2] So take a midnite spin callin you from within Put some ink in your skin city lights bring sin A midnite spin callin you from within Put some ink in your skin city lights bring sin [Ives] Could I be a neighborhood legend cough to clear resin Feelin after affect of a million smoke sessions Oh and 'bout mi placas and don't ask if I'm stoned Just know that it's mi pinche lifestyle and I move it along I put the piercin shine chrome freak the mic phone Keop and chop down the sound that break bones See I ask music a question and the music reply See I respect how I groove and it's emotional prye Anyway get back to music and the music reply Said let em see there's somethin better no one's ready to die So I'm a midnite spin spiritual practicin Just to let you know that I've come back again [Chorus] [Sick Jacken] In the Sick Syde we lead a crazy lifestyle it consists of Drugs and sex, rockin shows and possible arrests To last breaths livin the high life avoiding wrecks And passin the low life tests with stripes mic checks get blessed On any set Pyschos bring threat to upper deck Authority reps fear bald heads and tatted necks We earn the respect and get heat from the rest So we deal with stress however we can 'till our deaths Inner city district experiences we recite If you can't relate to this well all right Get you shit tight run little drugs in daylight Despite the lifestyle you know you need to get right [Chorus] |
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| 3:25 |
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(Ives)
Somebody said that there was bud here I'm kinda broke so I hope they're spreadin love here You know that if I had some herbals you know that I would share Ring the bells of Beijing and take you there, oh yeah! Started with a rickshaw pulled by 6 women Leather harness tightened embridled by all sin Roll through terreno get treated like you was kin Cause we all in the house again and want win So take midnite spin come in I hope your feel fine Just so you know I ain't takin yours to get mine With seas and mountains the internet and real time There's more than enough room for us all long as the sun shine Chorus 2X We got the stuff you want and want real bad The kind that if you mamma turned it off and make you real mad The kind that turns all frowns to smiles The kind that turns full seats to full aisles (Kemo) Now you've been touched like Tony Toca, se vuelve loca They jaws drop when they hear my Latin lingo boca I represent the future things to come A song not yet sung the pain not yet brung Se admiran y me tiran canonazos de lejos Con mi estilo y espejos se parecen al chueco Hueco en la maseta no pueden por eso cuelgan jeta Dejo que se escapen no stopin a f**kin languera The come in many caras en baras pasiwate Olvidate de mi estilo amigo no te conviene Quien viene, El Blaxicano que a dicho desde el principio Que somos Delinquentes con yerba y dos pistos Chorus (Kemo) Ya tranquilo chico, el mister listo dijo Que este pleito homie no tiene chiste mijo Cotorreando celebrando de nuevo kemando techo Tokes para el pecho a los quates que fuman eso (Ives) All I wanted to do for ya Was give ya'll voice so the whole world saw ya So I took stage in California >From the Sick Syde that's right we put it on ya (Kemo) Si no abuandan se espantan y corren como el coyote Pero los veo yo en la noche con ojos tecolote (Ives) Yeah to the left side we will past the doche Ridin most high to light up the noche Chorus |
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| 4:38 |
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| 8. |
| 4:18 |
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Ooh.... ooooh..
tengo ganas de verte muy cerca Why te vine a buscar Ya se bien que perdia perdida Why se bien que olvidaste mi amor Pero tuve ganas de verte muy cerca Why te vine a buscar... te vine a buscar que vuelvas que vuelvas Tan solo una vez Pero que vuelvas mi cielo Que vine a pedirte perdon Pero que vuelvas si quieres mi vida Mi vida te doy Que mas da que la gente nos diga Conozco a los dos Conozco a los dos ives raps |
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| 3:41 |
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Chorus 2X
This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back With the type of stuff they bumpin six-duce's and Cadillac's The type of stuff that even if you ain't smokin it's all that [Ives] It's 'bout the most love the most hard most tatted Most mind scarred most taken for granted The most underated remain the most creative Rip rhymes like Bobo bang drums the most faded See this right here is for those who gon ride Have my back no matter how many vatos is outside And yes y'all we got alot of em high We down to help B-Real keep the world stoned From the East to the West but all the Sick Syde That's why smoke spit up out boca and cloud zone I had a dream that it help the ozone And also relieve mi tension when not home Chorus [Kemo] Yo delinquentes man yo battle stations neva the fast lane You know the stye you know the sound you know the name My lyrics fly like projectiles in many styles I've been making ends 'cause I had to since I was juvenile Everyday angel everyday Angelino And everyday I pray my family my homies and primos Delinquent to what's tight like MC's to teflon They been wrong my story's long still I'm singin my song For two days in the Valley shows got rocked non-stop Delinquente seleccion Sick Syde Realm Psyclone The chips was nicely stacked hats off to all them cats The venue nicely packed the crowd got blown back Chorus |
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| 4:13 |
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Verse 1:
Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal This here's a place where all our minds get spent Self-destruction meet a quota take a trip get bent Take a head trip outta hookah puff for days f**k a hurra Take a chair drink a shoota brain boilin off the buddah Bring on the dancin girls with long curls Interlaced with lotus blossoms of pink purple and pearl Enjoy your feast of drink and slaughtered beast On marble with linen creased and pieced with gold leaf Your mood enhanced with wine song and dance And story of ancient bands with horns out they hands and Ain't no doubt about it they let you puff on Herbal stimulation have you gone like heron And when you come inside their eyes open To the motion hopin to toke what I'm smokin Chorus (2x) Sick man of Asia let the herb heal Take a rickshaw of Asian all party be waitin The land where flames burn high to keep your spliff lit Everybody spread love nobody talk s**t Verse 2: Now how you get don't fret cause that's the best yet Adjust your set perfect to get the head wreck This here the next though not very complex On text there'll be a test so check the context Uno take the herb load up the slide Numero dos take a deep breath and close your eyes Tres spark fuego toke pull and hold Until the weed stop expanding and your eyes explode Then blow your hit out stretch out get the s**t out Float into Beijing holmes and flex your stidyle Then smoke the bomba to steel drums and conga riffs Blue seas from cool breeze and head trips Full lucious lips and hips that's down dips All spark but no one trips takin outta turn hits And when one burns out roll one we all say Baby let the bells ring spark one for Beijing Chorus Verse 3: Wow I bet you tore back now seeming prestine geisha dancin on a violet cloud Jewel trees show where cool breeze blow You can watch a waterfall flow where the mushroom grow Everybody irie out on a level higher sit by the fire with pitbull and bengal tiger Ancient shogun exibit what they know son Metal be hurtin no one in the land of no gun Higher than high if you want to you can fly See one time hold you s**t high and drive by Pump your sound hot box don't roll it down All sing Beijing it's my type a town Chorus |
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| 4:11 |
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| 4:06 |
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*chorus
i know you see me watching you and i see you watching me but boy your bodys callin and temptation is killin me -repeat-4X im chillin at this party and my posse's bo deep and my mans on my mind in my hair what did i see the fellas lookin fly and there was one that caught my eye so i bit my lip switched my hips as i walked by saying "sexy boy you're so fly i just might give you a try ima write yo number in the palm of my hand oops i forgot i got a man" (chorus) im thinkin to myself should i even take a chance should i do whats on my mind or should i stay down with my man this boy here got me fienin and im wantin him so bad should i chill or not...with everything i had saying "sexy boy you so fly i wish i could give you a try but my mans at home waiting for me by the phone sorry can't get my groove on!" (chorus) temptations is callin i be wantin you so bad i could cry relationships callin me to do whats wrong but i gotta do right -repeat- (chorus) temptations is callin i be wantin you so bad i could cry relationships callin me to do whats wrong but i gotta do right (chorus) |
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