Tekst :

[Chorus]
In America you ll never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can t a nigga just breathe?

Braveheart, still QB s Finest
Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe

Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer, jealous heart, they can t stand him
Haters are scandalous, damn, can t a nigga just breathe?

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my trees, and I just breathe

[Verse 1]
I twist em, baby mama beef victim
Chronic leaf hittin , all kinds of heat with him, wisdom
From pot to piss in to high position
Intense hustle, it s pain like a pinched muscle
Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
Til I dodge enough shots, and the presiding judge slams a mallet
And says life I ma guap, then I cop
Then I yacht, Then I dock
Island hopping away from nightmare holders
Or cowboy slingers who shoot up any club
That see they names ring loud on some FBI poster
Must be on Ex or he coked up, suggesting I post a
Bail, I m like yes, cause we soldiers
We just getting older, in time, we still in our prime
I can t afford a new arrest on my folder
Nigga breathe

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I m fresh out of city housing, and have too many options
Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded
Plenty henna in me, envy was simply they trend, see
My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
The high life, the fly life
Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
Ice-wear gaudy, since 94 flossy
The Lex was an excellent choice, now fast forward me
The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
As a shorty, to push nothin less than a 740
With fresh linens, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on
They sick, mixing they water with airborne

[Outro]
Oh, they so sick!
Look how I got em going crazy, look at that!
You gotta let it out, stress...ain t good man
You gotta breathe

Breathe...
America, we gotta be free

Breathe... [x4]

Tekst :

[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]
(All star baby)
Young quick see (F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin me (All day, everyday)
Livin the good life, good life uh huh good life (Braveheartz)

[Nate Dogg & (Nas)]
Sure as the world is turnin round and round (Shit is real yo)
There s these niggas, bitches, snitches tryin to bring you down
(Fucked up) But I don t know why I mention
And if I don t pay no attention I m cool (Real niggas do real things)
(Real niggas do real things)
Sure as my chronic is the best in town [* Inhale and coughs *]
Those who trippin slippin listen, we ain t stoppin now (Can t stop)
We won t even pause, y all can lick my balls (Bitches)
We livin the good life, good life, good life
(Livin the good life baby)

[Hook]
Young quick see (Come on, come on)
Lately all I see is D-P-G (Nate Dogg)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin me (Still, still, still)
Livin the good life, good life uh huh good life (We livin the life)

[JS]
It ain t nothin but a paper chase
But even when ya paper straight
Every stage just another way to see cake
But niggas still gotta die hate
Well fuck it, I ma do it cause the streets put me to it
See y all niggas is late
See it s big face, big livin
Big dogs and big pimpin
Game played with nothin but precision
Money, cars, and women
See niggas hatin cause they on the outside
Wishin they could find a way in it
You see the rims spinnin all black tinted
With the niggas who ll bring it to ya brain
If it s fuckin with change
Fifty-four nigga remember the name
Ritz, glitz only when we empty clips
And dismember your brain
Cause I remember pain, gain pain, this winner reign
But now it s high tech out here in the center lane
See we got the world respectin the slang
The good life, hit the studio, the club, straight to the plane

[Hook]

[Nas]
Yo, yo, yo
Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, I m stormin with lead showers
And I m murderous, common is formerly Nastradamous
I m goin for the top regardless
Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king
Ghosts of my dead friends linger
I toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin
Cock back, four pound, let six in the air
Rock that raw sound, gettin wet to this year
Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec, hand on my tech
In front the White House, my ice out demandin respect
Braveheartin to the grave darlin wavin my sterling
From out the black Bentley it s off, spray till y all fallin
East to West Coast ballin
Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up, dimes in the cut
Sizin us up, y all wanna fuck, gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life, still chronic it up

[Hook]

Tekst :

Can we please have a moment of silence?
That s for my niggaz doin years in confinement
And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
That couldn t run whenever the reaper came to get em
Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin , let s take in time to consider that
Though our thugs ain t here, the love is here
And we gon rep til slugs kill us here
This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin to gain
Smokin trauma, sniffin Ra while sellin cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin and thuggin , folkin and lokin
Crypin and creepin , Latin and kingin
Or just for poor righteous teachin

[Chorus: Quan sings]
As days goes and nights fall
For the rest of our life we ll miss y all
And even though life must go on, we ll still mourn
While wishin y all were home

[Verse 2: Nas]
Yeah, and can we have another moment of silence?
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
From here to the Dark Continent were rebels sell diamonds
To clients allover the world, got little Black girls dyin
And can we please pour some more liquors?
For Will, Bokeem, Bar, Pappy -- my niggaz
Here s another Warrior Song from Nasty and Quan
It s to him I pass the baton to carry this on
Street s Disciple, salute to those who s gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin Quan gon rep his life to the fullest
And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin that they don t get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I m still here, wishin I was there with you
Let s take em home

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Quan]
And can we please have a moment to mourn?
For Pac, Biggie and Pun cause through us they live on
Jam Master Jay, Freaky Ty and Alliyah
Big L and Left Eye, when we die we wish to see ya
Can we please have a moment for children?
Who got raped or murdered, or trapped in the system
Who never knew their father, never learned to dream
But was guided by drug dealers, killers and crack fiends
For single mothers that s forced to play mom and dad
Bustin her ass to give her kids shit she never had
For my niggaz in the pen hopin rhymes ll get em signed
So when released, they can say bye to a life of crime
For very mother that held a son in the street bleedin
Cryin a song of sorow to dark and deep for speakin
Just a moment outside the day to day struggle
To let the ones we really care about know that we love em

[Chorus]

You caught my eye when I walked by,
Judging from the way you move,
Your heart is bruised
We sit and laugh
It s all an act
The lies they seep through
You re such a fool

As makeup runs down your cheeks,
You found that you are lost again.
Try to make your way back home,
Found that you...

Welcome to Hollywood Girl
My dance has passed.

Welcome to Hollywood girl.
Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore.
Combine the throbbin in my head
with the rhythm of my fucking feet.
Say a novena for all those lost
and read the bloodstains on the sheets.
I ve whored myself...

Je suis celle que l on casse peut-être un peu fragile
Un coeur que l on froise de mots faciles
Pas envie de me taire de dire à qui la faute
Je rêve parfois d être quelqu un d autre

Feu, dans ma vie tout éclate
Mais où est la...

Moi koledzy poszli w biznesy
bo przestał słuchać ich naród
moim kolegom pęcznieją kiesy
a ja zostałem sam z gitarą
Mają hurtownie pełne towaru
i sekretarki jak łanie
stałą przepustkę do wszystkich barów
nie musza chodzić tam gdzie taniej
Jak kapitalizm to...

Now that you ve gone
All that s left is a band of gold
All that s left are the dreams I hold
Band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me

You took...