Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001
The day the World Trade Center blows up
Shit is real, son
Shit hit home, kid, word up
Hope you can feel this

[Chorus]
Hope you can feel me
(Hope you can feel me)
So much pain insii-ii-iide
Hope you can hear me
I'm crying through my heart

[Fredro Starr]
When I first heard the track it made me cry
Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why
My life ain't nothing but anger and pain
Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain
Blood, sweat and tears, ten years in the game
So many times all alone with the gat to my brain
It's me against the world nigga, I feel the same
I'm "Ready to Die" too Big, I feel the same
I'm America's nightmare - young, black and rich
Man, I'm paranoid, make me wanna clap my bitch
A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip
Asking God "Shit, where we going after this?"
I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop
Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
And I live by the gun and I die by the glock
16 shots, fuck that I'm takin them all
I'd rather die on my feet then live and crawl
My gun got powers like the 48 Lords
The "Ghetto Superstar" die see my face on the wall, and don't forget me

[Chorus]

[Sonsee]
Growing up in Brooklyn, times was rough cuz...
Poor as we was it couldn't get no tougher
On my ave. most of us was not blood
But as kids we shared that block love
But that faded, when my brother's got arrested
They thugged on the block to hard, we was ejected
To the creator - was it you that made moms pick Queens?
So her baby son could race the world, when he created things?
Why her elders always heard the sounds of sirens?
Plus they ignored the divine guidance
Why was the time I was born 9/16?
Turn it upside down it's the same thing
Why do I have a M-16, and the 9?
Will I have to go out, blazing one at a time?
When you took moms baby carriage, in the early stage
Was he too ill for this world, and you made a mistake?
Did he come back ask me, to do something great?
To keep the fam strong and straight, help my brother's escape?
And have baby sis and us, living on an estate
Do it big, or die trying - is that my fate?

[Chorus]

[Sticky Fingaz]
Who really cares, what the world think about me?
If I die right now, is you coming with me?
When I'm broke, who the hell got money for me?
Can't even trust half the team running with me
I only know three people that'd kill for me
Break the sixth commandment, make blood spill for me
Life and death - the only thing that's real for me
Cuz I was born into the world with a guilty plea
Now shit hit the fan, is you ridin with me?
When the whole world watching, all eyes on me
Swear on a stack of Bibles, testify for me
Look the judge dead in the face and lie for me
If I go to prison, who gon do my time for me?
Start the revolution, get the chair, fry with me
Go out in a blaze of glory, guns to the sky with me
I'm all alone in this world, all I got is me

California love!

1-California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Verse One: Dr. Dre

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a

(repeat 1)

2-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...

Verse Two: 2Pac

Out on bail fresh outta jail
California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene
I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!

(rpt 1)

(dre) now make it shake...

(rpt 2)

Outro: Dre, 2Pac

uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
(Tupac) hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side

yeah, That's riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love

How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real

Verse One: 2Pac

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I'm bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic
cause I'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya
I ain't quittin til the show is over, cause I'ma rider
In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game is told
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell
livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof
before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon' see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I'm chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out
I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out
Yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it
When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it?

Chorus 2X

[2Pac]
How you want it?
Yeah my nigga Johnny J
Yeah, we out

Chorus

[2Pac]
Tell me

Chorus

[2Pac]
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real

Music make you lose control
Music make you lose control

[Fat Man Scoop]
Let’s go
Hey hey hey
hey hey hey
Here we go now
Here we go now
Here we go now
Here we go now
Watch out now
(Music make you lose control)
Misdemeanor’s in da house
Ciara’s in da house
Misdemeanor’s in tha house
Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop

[Missy Elliott]
I’ve got a cute face
Chubby waist
Thick legs in shape
Rump shakin’ both ways
Make you do a double take
Planet rocka show stoppa
Flo’ proppa head knocka
Beat styla tail droppa
Do ma thang muthafuckas
Ma rose Royce Lamborghini
Blue Madina always beamin’
Ragtop chrome pipes
Blue lights outta sight
Know me sow it in
Set it in sow it in
Make dat money tho it in
Booty bouncing gon’ hit

[Missy Elliott & Ciara]
Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off tha wall
Cuz Misdemeanor said so
Everybody (step,step)
Everybody
Everybody (step,step)
Everybody

[Ciara]
Well ma name is Ciara
For all you fly fellas
No one can do it betta

[Missy Elliott]
She’ll sing on acapella

[Ciara]
Boy the music
Makes me lose control

[Missy Elliott]
We gon’ make you lose control
And let it go fo’ you know
You gon’ hit tha flo’

I rock to the beat till I’m (tired)
Walk in da club it’s (fiya)
Get it crunked and wired
Wave ya hands scream (louda)
If you smoke den fiya it up
Bring da roof down den (holla)
If you tipsy stand up
DJ turn it (louda)
Take somebody by da waist den (uh)
Now tho it in dey face like (uh)
Hypnotic robotic
This here will rock yo bodies
Take somebody by da waist den (uh)
Now tho it in dey face like (uh)
Systematic histatic
This hit be automatic

Work wait
Work work work wait
Work work work wait
Work work work wait
Do it right

[Fat Man Scoop]
Hit tha floor hit tha floor
Hit tha floor hit tha floor
Hit tha floor hit tha floor
Hit tha floor

[Missy Elliott & Ciara]
Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off tha wall
Cuz Misdemeanor said so
Everybody (step,step)
Everybody
Everybody (step,step)
Everybody

[Fat Man Scoop]
Let’s go

[Missy Elliott]
Everybody here
Get it outta control

[Ciara]
Get yo backs off da wall

[Missy Elliott]
Cuz Misdemeanor said

[Ciara]
So
Everybody (step,step)
Everybody (keep on steppin)
Everybody (step,step)

[Missy Elliott]
Everybody(step)
Get loose

[Fat Man Scoop]
Now put yo back on tha wall
Put yo back on tha wall
Put yo back on tha wall
Put yo back on tha wall
Misdemeanor’s in da house
Yeh Ciara’s in da house
Misdemeanor’s in tha house
(Music make you lose control)
We on fiya we on fiya
We on fiya we on fiya
Now tho it girl, tho it girl, tho it girl
Yeah, now move yo arm to tha left girl
Now move yo arm to tha left girl
Now move yo arm to tha right girl
Now move yo arm to tha right girl
Let’s go now, let’s go now, let’s go now,
Woo, let’s go
Should I bring it back right now?
Now bring it back now
Woooo oohhh
I see you C
Now see Ima Ima do it like C do it
Now shake it girl
Come on and jus shake it girl
Come on and let it pop right girl
Come on and let it pop right girl
Now back it up girl
Back it up girl
Back it up girl
Back it up girl
Woooo, woooo, woooo, go go
Bring it to da front girl go go
Bring it to da front girl go go
Bring it to da front girl go go
Bring it to da front girl let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
(Wooo)

1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul
(Brothers and sisters, hey)
Listen if you're missin' y'all
Swingin' while I'm singin'
Givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin'what I know
While the Black bands sweatin'
And the rhythm rhymes rollin'
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power

Chorus

As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the prides arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
From the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say...
Fight the power

Chorus

Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother fuck him and John Wayne
Cause I'm Black and I'm proud
I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
(Gel it) lets get this party started right
Right on, c'mon
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
To make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be

Candy Shop (оригинал 50 Cent)
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door
she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

Кондитерский магазин (перевод)
[Вступление: 50 Cent]
Да,
У-у,
Так соблазнительно.

[Припев: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин
И дам полизать леденец на палочке.
Вперёд, девочка, не останавливайся,
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)
[Olivia]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин.
Малыш, стоит тебе только попробовать то, что у меня есть,
И тебя за уши не оттянешь – потратишь все деньги.
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)

[1-ый куплет: 50 Cent]
Ты можешь делать это, как захочешь.
Ты можешь держать его, надавливать на него.
Температура повышается, ОК, переходим на следующий уровень.
Танцпол переполнен, жарко как в печке.
Я уберу это препятствие ради тебя, это просто, детка.
Если ты будешь нимфоманкой, то и я не стану тебе уступать.
В отеле или на заднем сиденье машины,
На пляже или в машине, где ты захочешь.
У меня есть волшебная палочка, я доктор, который лечит любовью.
Твои друзья дразнят тебя, ведь ты втюрилась в меня по уши.
Если хочешь показать, как ты с этим справляешься,
Садись сверху и делай пружинистые движения, как всадник.
Если хочешь, я доктор вне закона.
Потрудись как следует - и тогда ты сможешь поиграть с палочкой.
Детка, я пытаюсь объяснить, как только могу,
Что я таю в твоём рту, а не в твоих руках.

[Припев: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин
И дам полизать леденец на палочке.
Вперёд, девочка, не останавливайся,
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)
[Olivia]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин.
Малыш, стоит тебе только попробовать то, что у меня есть,
И тебя за уши не оттянешь – потратишь все деньги.
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)

[Переход: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Девочка, то, что мы делаем (что мы делаем),
Где мы это делаем (где мы делаем),
Всё что мы делаем (что мы делаем)
Только между нами (о, да).

[2-ой куплет: 50 Cent]
Сделай мне это, приятно и медленно,
Заберись наверх и скачи, как на родео.
Ты никогда не слышала таких звуков,
Потому что я никогда не испытывал ничего подобного.
Как только я переступаю порог, она бросается к моей ширинке.
Это словно гонка – кто быстрее разденется.
Прикольно и эротично мы прыгаем в нижнем белье.
После того, как я ухожу, я постоянно думаю об этой зад..це.
В нужное время я дотрагиваюсь до нужного места,
При свете или без она любит, когда я сзади,
Это так соблазнительно. Вы бы видели, как медленно она вращает
Бёдрами, когда мы занимаемся этим на полу.
Если она не останавливается, то и я тоже.
Мы истекаем потом и не перестаём двигаться.
Мы выпиваем бутылку за бутылкой шампанского и продолжаем делать это,
Пока не допьём всё до последней капли.

[Припев: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин
И дам полизать леденец на палочке.
Вперёд, девочка, не останавливайся,
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)
[Olivia]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин.
Малыш, стоит тебе только попробовать то, что у меня есть,
И тебя за уши не оттянешь – потратишь все деньги.
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)

[Припев: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин
И дам полизать леденец на палочке.
Вперёд, девочка, не останавливайся,
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)
[Olivia]
Я приведу тебя в кондитерский магазин.
Малыш, стоит тебе только попробовать то, что у меня есть,
И тебя за уши не оттянешь – потратишь все деньги.
Не останавливайся, пока не достигнешь цели. (о-о!)