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  • 2Pac Ft. Dr. Dre Calfornia Love Lyrics

    4:02

    2Pac Dr. Dre California Love Lyrics

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  • Coolio - Gangsters Paradise

    4:02

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  • Eagles - Hotel California

    6:31

    Hotel California - Eagles 1976
    Eagles - Hotel California Lyrics

    Rest In Peace - Glenn Frey (1948-2016),

    thank you for this great song.

    #HotelCalifornia #Eagles

    After Lemmy and David Bowie, another legend took the Stairway to Heaven.
    The Eagles - Hotel California 1976 with lyrics and some HD pics of California!

    Enjoy!

    Engineer: Allan Blazek
    Remastering Engineer: Bernie Grundman
    Mixing Engineer: Bill Szymczyk
    Producer: Bill Szymczyk
    Engineer: Bruce Hensal
    Guitar: Don Felder
    Solo Guitar: Don Felder
    Electric Guitar: Don Felder
    Backing Vocals: Don Felder
    Drums, Percussion, Vocals: Don Henley
    Backing Vocals: Don Henley
    Engineer: Ed Mashal
    12 String Guitar: Glenn Frey
    Vocals: Glenn Frey
    String Arranger: Jim Ed Norman
    Conductor: Jim Ed Norman
    Guitar: Joe Walsh
    Solo Guitar: Joe Walsh
    Backing Vocals: Joe Walsh
    Bass Guitar: Randy Meisner
    Backing Vocals: Randy Meisner
    Concert Master Conductor: Sid Sharp
    Writer: Don Felder
    Writer: Don Henley
    Writer: Glenn Frey


    LYRICS Hotel California - Eagles

    On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
    Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
    Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
    My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
    I had to stop for the night

    There she stood in the doorway
    I heard the mission bell
    And I was thinking to myself
    'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'
    Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
    There were voices down the corridor,
    I thought I heard them say

    Welcome to the Hotel California
    Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

    Such a lovely face
    Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

    Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Bends
    She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
    How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
    Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
    So I called up the Captain
    Please bring me my wine'

    He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'
    And still those voices are calling from far awa
    Wake you up in the middle of the night
    Just to hear them say

    Welcome to the Hotel California
    Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
    Such a lovely face

    They livin' it up at the Hotel California
    What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis
    Mirrors on the ceiling,
    The pink champagne on ice
    And she said, we are all just prisoners here, of our own device

    And in the master's chambers
    They gathered for the feast
    They stab it with their steely knives
    But they just can't kill the beast
    Last thing I remember, I was
    Running for the door
    I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

    Relax, said the night man
    We are programmed to receive
    You can check out any time you like
    But you can never leave!

    Some of my other favourites
    Iron Maiden - Fear Of The Dark
    Sting - Shape Of My Heart
    Metallica - Nothing Else Matters
    4 Non Blondes - What's Up
    Sting - Englishman in New York
    REM - Losing My Religion
    Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man
    Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
    Guns N Roses - November Rain
    Pearl Jam - Black
    Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
    Culture Club - Karma Chameleon
    Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
    Metallica - Enter Sandman
    Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven
    The Police - Every Breath You Take
    Somewhere Over The Rainbow
    Prince - Purple Rain
    Perfect - Ed Sheeran (Lyrics)
    The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black
    Eagles - Hotel California with English lyrics & Persian translation by Ehsan Najafi
    Creedence Clearwater Revival - Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

  • Eagles - Hotel California

    6:31

    Hotel California - Eagles 1976
    Eagles - Hotel California Lyrics


    Rest In Peace - Glenn Frey (1948-2016),


    thank you for this great song.


    #StayHome




    After Lemmy and David Bowie, another legend took the Stairway to Heaven.






    The Eagles - Hotel California 1976 with lyrics and some HD pics of California!






    Enjoy!






    LYRICS Hotel California - Eagles






    On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair


    Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air


    Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light


    My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim


    I had to stop for the night






    There she stood in the doorway


    I heard the mission bell


    And I was thinking to myself


    'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'


    Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way


    There were voices down the corridor,


    I thought I heard them say






    Welcome to the Hotel California


    Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)


    Such a lovely face


    Plenty of room at the Hotel California


    Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here






    Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Bends


    She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends


    How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat


    Some dance to remember, some dance to forget






    So I called up the Captain


    Please bring me my wine'


    He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'


    And still those voices are calling from far away


    Wake you up in the middle of the night


    Just to hear them say






    Welcome to the Hotel California


    Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)


    Such a lovely face


    They livin' it up at the Hotel California


    What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis






    Mirrors on the ceiling,


    The pink champagne on ice


    And she said, we are all just prisoners here, of our own device


    And in the master's chambers


    They gathered for the feast


    They stab it with their steely knives


    But they just can't kill the beast






    Last thing I remember, I was


    Running for the door


    I had to find the passage back to the place I was before


    Relax, said the night man


    We are programmed to receive


    You can check out any time you like


    But you can never leave!






    Some of my other favourites


    Iron Maiden - Fear Of The Dark


    Sting - Shape Of My Heart


    Metallica - Nothing Else Matters


    4 Non Blondes - What's Up


    Sting - Englishman in New York


    REM - Losing My Religion


    Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man


    Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody


    Guns N Roses - November Rain


    Pearl Jam - Black


    Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit


    Culture Club - Karma Chameleon


    Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb


    Metallica - Enter Sandman


    Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven


    The Police - Every Breath You Take


    Somewhere Over The Rainbow


    Prince - Purple Rain


    Perfect - Ed Sheeran (Lyrics)


    The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black


    Eagles - Hotel California with English lyrics & Persian translation by Ehsan Najafi


    Creedence Clearwater Revival - Have You Ever Seen The Rain?

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  • Coolio - Gangstas Paradise Official Music Video

    4:17

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    Lyrics:
    [Verse 1: Coolio]
    As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
    I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
    ‘Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long
    That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone
    But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
    Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
    You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'
    Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
    I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
    As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
    Fool, I'm the kinda G that little homies wanna be like
    On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the street light
    [Hook 1: LV]
    Been spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    Been spending most their lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    We keep spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    We keep spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    [Verse 2: Coolio]
    Look at the situation they got me facin'
    I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
    So I gotta be down with the hood team
    Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams
    I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
    Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
    I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger
    And my homies are down, so don't arouse my anger
    Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away
    I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?
    I'm 23 now, will I live to see 24?
    The way things is going I don't know
    [Hook 2: LV]
    Tell me why are we so blind to see
    That the ones we hurt are you and me?
    [Hook 1]
    Been spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    Been spending most their lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    We keep spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    We keep spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    [Verse 3: Coolio]
    Power and the money, money and the power
    Minute after minute, hour after hour
    Everybody's running, but half of them ain't lookin'
    It's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'
    They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
    If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
    I guess they can't, I guess they won't
    I guess they front; that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool!
    [Hook 1]
    Been spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    Been spending most their lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    We keep spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    We keep spending most our lives
    Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
    [Hook 2]
    Tell me why are we so blind to see
    That the ones we hurt are you and me?
    Tell me why are we so blind to see
    That the ones we hurt are you and me?

    #TommyBoyRecords #Coolio #HipHop

  • 2Pac - Changes

    4:31

    Official audio to #2Pac's #Changes. © 1998 Interscope Records.

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  • 2Pac - Hit Em Up HD

    5:23

    Music video by 2Pac performing Hit 'Em Up (Dirty)

    Listen to the full Official All Eyez On Me Album from 2Pac :

    (C) 1996 Death Row

    #2Pac2020 #2Pac #Tupac

  • EAGLES - HOTEL CALIFORNIA

    6:32

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    Hotel California


    On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
    Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
    Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
    My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
    I had to stop for the night
    There she stood in the doorway
    I heard the mission bell
    And I was thinking to myself
    This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
    Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
    There were voices down the corridor
    I thought I heard them say


    Welcome to the Hotel California
    Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
    Such a lovely face
    Plenty of room at the Hotel California
    Any time of year (Any time of year)
    You can find it here


    Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
    She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
    How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
    Some dance to remember, some dance to forget


    So I called up the Captain
    Please bring me my wine.
    He said, We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine.
    And still those voices are calling from far away
    Wake you up in the middle of the night
    Just to hear them say


    Welcome to the Hotel California
    Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
    Such a lovely face
    They livin' it up at the Hotel California
    What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
    Bring your alibis


    Mirrors on the ceiling
    The pink champagne on ice
    And she said We are all just prisoners here, of our own device
    And in the master's chambers
    They gathered for the feast
    They stab it with their steely knives
    But they just can't kill the beast


    Last thing I remember
    I was running for the door
    I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
    Relax, said the night man
    We are programmed to receive
    You can check-out any time you like
    But you can never leave!

  • 2Pac - All Eyez On Me

    5:08

    2Pac performing All Eyez On Me. From the album All Eyez On Me © 1996 DRR

    Lyrics:
    [2Pac:]
    Big Syke, Newt, Hank
    Beugard, Big Sur
    Y'all know how this shit go
    All eyes on me
    Motherfuckin' O.G
    Roll up in the club and shit, is that right
    All eyes on me
    All eyes on me
    But you know what?

    [2Pac:]
    I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
    So many playa hatin' niggas tryin' to sound like us
    Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
    Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin'
    Well are you still down nigga, holla when you see me
    And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
    I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
    Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by
    Until I die; live the life of a boss playa
    Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
    The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs
    A five-double-oh Benz flauntin' flashy rings, uh
    Bitches pursue me like a dream
    Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
    It seems, my main thing was to be major paid
    The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
    Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
    One nigga's gettin' jealous, and motherfuckers die
    Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
    They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
    We got four niggas, in low riders, and ski masks
    Screamin' THUG LIFE every time they pass - all eyes on me

    [2Pac:]
    Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
    Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high
    All eyes on me
    Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
    Live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin' high

    [Big Syke:]
    Hey, to my nigga 'Pac
    So much trouble in the world, nigga
    Can nobody feel your pain
    The world's changin' everyday, time's movin' fast
    My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last
    I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
    Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
    I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless
    Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
    Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
    I'm takin' off from the curb
    The nervousness neglect make me pack a tech
    Devoted to servin' this, Moet and pay checks
    Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin'
    It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin'
    Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion
    My devotion is handlin' my business, nigga, keep on coastin'
    Where you goin' I been there, came back as lonely homie
    Steady flowin' against the grain, niggas still don't know me
    It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
    It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act, shit
    What can I do, what can I say, is there another way
    Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
    My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta-free
    Niggas can't stand me - all eyes on me

    [2Pac:]
    Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
    Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high
    All eyes on me
    Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
    Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high

    [2Pac:]
    The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
    Will I survive, will I die, come on let's picture the possibility
    Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
    I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit
    Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
    On my mobile callin' big shots on the scene major
    Packin' hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law
    Bitches I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
    Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
    Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
    Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
    Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin' high
    These niggas got me tossin' shit
    I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
    Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
    Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber
    The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
    This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
    Make sure your eyes is on the mill ticket
    Get your money, motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick it
    All eyes on me

    [2Pac:]
    Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
    Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high
    All eyes on me
    Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
    Live the life of a boss playa (All eyes on me), cause even gettin' high
    All eyes on me
    --


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     #2Pac2020 #2Pac #Tupac

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  • 50 Cent - Candy Shop W/ Lyrics

    3:31

    50 Cent - Candy Shop W/ Lyrics
    [[Didn't chipmunk song, sounded like shit.]]

    Yeah...
    Uh huh
    So seductive

    [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
    [50 Cent]
    I'll 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 work 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]

    [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 every bottle is gone

    [Chorus 2x]

  • Tupac - Hit Em Up

    5:14

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  • Tupac Shakur - Dear Mama | Lyrics

    4:41

    Tupac - Dear Mama (Lyrics)
    Video by: JEGiR KH

    Tupac Shakur - Dear Mama | Lyrics

    You are appreciated

    [Verse One: 2Pac]

    When I was young me and my mama had beef
    Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
    Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
    Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
    Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
    with the big boys, breakin all the rules
    I shed tears with my baby sister
    Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
    And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
    When things went wrong we'd blame mama
    I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
    Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
    And who'd think in elementary?
    Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
    And runnin from the police, that's right
    Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
    And even as a crack fiend, mama
    You always was a black queen, mama
    I finally understand
    for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
    You always was committed
    A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
    There's no way I can pay you back
    But the plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    [Chorus: Reggie Green & Sweet Franklin w/ 2Pac]

    Lady...
    Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady
    Dear mama
    Place no one above ya, sweet lady
    You are appreciated
    Don't cha know we love ya?

    [second and third chorus, And dear mama instead of Dear mama]

    [Verse Two: 2Pac]

    Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
    No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
    He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger
    wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
    They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
    I was lookin for a father he was gone
    I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs
    They showed a young brother love
    I moved out and started really hangin
    I needed money of my own so I started slangin
    I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
    It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
    I love payin rent when the rent's due
    I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
    Cause when I was low you was there for me
    And never left me alone because you cared for me
    And I could see you comin home after work late
    You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
    Ya just workin with the scraps you was given
    And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
    But now the road got rough, you're alone
    You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own
    And there's no way I can pay you back
    But my plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three: 2Pac]

    Pour out some liquor and I reminisce, cause through the drama
    I can always depend on my mama
    And when it seems that I'm hopeless
    You say the words that can get me back in focus
    When I was sick as a little kid
    To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
    And all my childhood memories
    Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
    And even though I act craaazy
    I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
    There are no words that can express how I feel
    You never kept a secret, always stayed real
    And I appreciate, how you raised me
    And all the extra love that you gave me
    I wish I could take the pain away
    If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
    Everything will be alright if ya hold on
    It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
    And there's no way I can pay you back
    But my plan is to show you that I understand
    You are appreciated

    [Chorus]

    Sweet lady
    And dear mama

    Dear mama
    Lady [3X]

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    Copyright is claimed by UMG On behalf of: EMI and Interscope and the upload is monetized by copyright owner.

  • The Real Slim Shady - Eminem Lyrics

    4:45

    May I have your attention please?
    May I have your attention please?
    Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
    I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
    We're gonna have a problem here..

    Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
    Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
    and started whoopin her ass worse than before
    they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture *Ahh!*
    It's the return of the... Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
    he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?
    And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!
    Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! *Haha*
    Feminist women love Eminem
    *Chigga Chigga Chigga*
    Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
    Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
    Flippin the you-know-who, Yeah, but he's so cute though!
    Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
    But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
    Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
    but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
    My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
    And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
    And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
    And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
    Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
    By the time they hit fourth grade
    They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
    We ain't nothing but mammals.. Well, some of us cannibals
    who cut other people open like cantaloupes [SLURP]
    But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
    then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
    *Eww!* But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
    Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

    [Chorus: Eminem [x2]

    'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
    All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
    So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
    please stand up, please stand up?

    Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
    well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
    You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
    Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
    But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?
    Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
    So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
    Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
    so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
    and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
    You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
    Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!
    I should download her audio on MP3
    and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD *Ahh!*
    I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
    so I have been sent here to destroy you [bzzzt]
    And there's a million of us just like me
    who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
    who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
    and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

    [Chorus]

    I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
    things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
    The only difference is I got the balls to say it
    in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
    I just get on the mic and spit it
    and whether you like to admit it *Err* I just shit it
    better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
    Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
    It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
    I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
    Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
    And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
    And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
    He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
    [*HACH*] Or in the parkin lot, circling
    Screaming I don't give a fuck!
    with his windows down and his system up
    So, will the real Shady please stand up?
    And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
    And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
    and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

    [Chorus x4]

    Ha ha
    Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
    Fuck it, let's all stand up

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    4:49

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  • Snoop Dogg - Gin And Juice

    4:25

    Music video by Snoop Dogg performing Gin And Juice. 1994 Death Row/Interscope Records, Inc


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  • 2Pac - How Do You Want It

    4:48

    2Pac performing How Do You Want It. From the album All Eyez On Me © 1996 DRR

    Lyrics:
    [K-Ci & JoJo:]
    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
    How do you want it yeah?
    How do you feel?
    Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
    Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real

    [2Pac:]
    I love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
    Got a brother wantin' it so bad, I'm about 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 meanin'
    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, player with the passport
    Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
    It's either him or me - Champagne, Hennessy
    A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
    Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho 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

    [K-Ci & JoJo:]
    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

    [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'm a 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 niggas play these Cali days
    C. Delores Tucker, you's 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's told
    You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
    Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, nigga, 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' about us I could give a fuck
    I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
    Nigga, tell me how you want it

    [K-Ci & JoJo:]
    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
    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

    [2Pac:]
    Raised as a youth
    Tell the truth, I got the scoop
    On how to get a bulletproof
    Cause I jumped from the roof
    'fore 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 gonna see the cemetery
    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
    But I'ma mash out and peel out
    I’m with a clique that’s quick to whip that fuckin' steel out
    Yeah nigga, it's some new shit so better get up on it
    When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it
    How do you want it?

    [K-Ci & JoJo:]
    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
    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

    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
    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

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  • 2Pac - Pain feat. Big Stretch

    4:53

    Tupac Shakur is the greatest musician hip hop will ever know. Nobody worked harder, nobody was as versatile and nobody cared as much as he did. His life was tragically cut short at the age of 25, but his legacy lives on through the countless albums and songs he left behind. This video is dedicated to him, the Greatest MC of All Time!

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    7:52

    Samples Joe Cocker's Woman To Woman for the tune and Street People's West Coast Poplock for the hook (sung by Roger Troutman)

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    4:31

    Lyric video to the song Changes, by 2pac.
    Music rights claim to Amaru Entertainment and Interscope/DeathRow Records ©.
    Enjoy!
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  • 2pac - Hail Mary

    5:16

    2pac Hail Mary
    (feat. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital)
    Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days!

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    [Intro]
    Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
    To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
    Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo

    [Verse 1]
    His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
    There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
    He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
    To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
    What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
    He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
    He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now
    The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow!
    Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope
    There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't
    Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows
    His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope
    He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows
    When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's
    Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
    Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and

    [Chorus]
    You better lose yourself in the music
    The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)
    You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
    This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
    You better lose yourself in the music
    The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)
    You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
    This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
    You better…

    [Verse 2]
    His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
    This world is mine for the taking, make me king
    As we move toward a New World Order
    A normal life is boring; but superstardom's
    Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
    Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over
    These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows
    He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads
    God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father
    He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
    But hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold water
    These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
    They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
    He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
    Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner
    But the beat goes on: da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah

    [Chorus]
    You better lose yourself in the music
    The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)
    You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
    This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
    You better lose yourself in the music
    The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)
    You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
    This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
    You better…

    [Verse 3]
    No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
    Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
    I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed
    I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
    But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher
    Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper
    All the pain inside amplified by the
    Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
    Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family
    'Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
    And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
    And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder
    Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
    Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
    Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna
    Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's
    Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail, I've got
    To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
    Success is my only motherfuckin' option—failure's not
    Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got
    To go; I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
    So here I go, it's my shot: feet, fail me not
    This may be the only opportunity that I got


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  • 2Pac California Love Lyrics 2

    4:48

    Lyrics: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 and its all ball
    Only in Cali where we riot not rally to 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 Long Beach 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
    Pasadena, where you at
    yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood 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

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  • Ice Cube - No Vaseline

    5:13

    Artist/Group: Ice Cube
    Album: Death Certificate
    Released: 1991
    Label: Priority/EMI

    --------------------------------------------------

    No Vaseline is a diss track by Ice Cube from his second album, Death Certificate. The song was produced by Ice Cube and Sir Jinx. The UK release of Death Certificate omitted this song, along with the 46-second long Black Korea.

    The song contains vicious lyrics and remarks towards Ice Cube's former group, N.W.A, which Ice Cube left in December 1989 due to royalty issues. The antagonists are his former bandmates, Eazy-E, Dr. Dre, MC Ren, DJ Yella and their manager, Jerry Heller, whom Ice Cube blames for causing the rift in the group. Ice Cube recorded this song in response to the comments N.W.A made towards him in their albums 100 Miles and Runnin' and Niggaz4Life.

    The first minute of the song is a reference to N.W.A's Message to B.A., in which they call Ice Cube Benedict Arnold as well as an Ice-T wannabe. Ice Cube then begins his full-blown diss on the group and their manager.

    Ice Cube addresses Eazy-E and Heller with particularly harsh words, criticizing Eazy's decision to align himself with Heller (Heard you both got the same bank account/Dumb nigga, What you thinkin' 'bout?) and accusing both Eazy-E and Heller of unfairly exploiting the rest of the group (You little maggot, Eazy E-turned-faggot/With your manager, fella - fuckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella). Ice Cube also refers to his decision to leave Ruthless Records in the lyric: You lookin' like straight bozos, I saw it comin', that's why I went solo ... You got jealous when I got my own company. But I'm a man, and ain't nobody humpin' me. Cube also references Eazy's appearance at the lunch benefiting the Republican Senatorial Inner Circle, hosted by then-President George H. W. Bush, repeatedly saying, I never have dinner with the President.

    The song appears on the Death Row Greatest Hits compilation album. Although the song was not released on Death Row Records, it is believed that Suge Knight included it as an act of animosity towards Dr. Dre as the song includes numerous disses towards him. The word Jew is censored on the album although it is not on Death Certificate (the introduction is also removed). We're not asking Ice Cube to mask the reality of the streets, observed Rabbi Abraham Cooper of the Los Angeles Jewish human rights organization, the Simon Wiesenthal Center. By all means flag the social problems, but don't exploit them by turning a professional spat between a former manager and an artist into a racial dispute. It's wrong for the rabbi to call me anti-Semitic, Cube responded. I respect Jewish people because they're unified. I wish black people were as unified.

    No Vaseline was track number 20 in the track listing of Death Certificate and was the B-side for the album single, Steady Mobbin'.

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  • Dr. Dre, Ft Snoop Dogg-The Next Episode

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    4:51

    Eminem - Without Me with lyrics

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  • Tupac-Keep Ya Head Up w/LYRICS

    4:27

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  • Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg - Nuthin But A G Thang

    3:59

    Lyrics in HQ and HD of Nuthin' But A G Thang by Dr Dre & Snoop Dogg

  • 2Pac - Ambitionz Az A Ridah

    4:43

    2Pac - Ambitionz Az A Ridah (with lyrics) R.I.P Tupac Amaru Shakur 13. September 1996. Please comment my video :)
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  • Tupac Only God Can Judge Me - Lyrics

    4:57

    Only God Can Judge Me
    (feat. Rappin 4-Tay)

    [Intro: 2Pac]

    Only God can judge me, is that right?
    [synth voice] Only God can judge me now
    Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
    All you other motherfuckers get out my business

    [Verse One: 2Pac]

    Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
    I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
    Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
    And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
    And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
    Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
    Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
    Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
    I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
    And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
    And they say it's the white man I should fear
    But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
    I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
    Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
    Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
    Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
    And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
    And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
    Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
    Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
    Only God can judge me

    [Chorus: 2Pac]

    [synth voice] Only God can judge me
    That's right baby, yeah baby
    [synth voice] Only God
    Hahahahahahahaha
    [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
    [synth cont.] me, only God
    Only God can judge me
    [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
    And only God can
    [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
    Only God can judge me
    [synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
    Only God can judge me
    [synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
    Only God can judge me
    [synth voice] Only God can judge me now

    [heart monitor: long beep]
    Flatline!

    [Verse Two: 2Pac]

    I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]
    screamin I can make it
    Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
    Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
    Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]
    I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
    I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
    I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
    How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
    Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
    Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
    Try to remember, but it hurts
    I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
    I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
    There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
    is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
    And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
    Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
    Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
    No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
    And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
    Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
    a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
    Only God can judge me

    [Chorus w/ variations]

    [Interlude: 2Pac]

    That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
    (That's for real)
    and I don't see why everybody feel as though
    that they gotta tell me how to live my life
    (You know?)
    Let me live baby, let me live

    [Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]

    Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
    For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
    Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?
    He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
    Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
    So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real
    Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
    Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
    After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
    Tellin them niggaz, You can fade him, punk I wish you would
    It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place
    to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
    Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
    My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
    Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
    Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
    Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
    Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
    That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
    Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise

    Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
    That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
    Been livin lavish like a player all day
    Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
    Only God can judge me

    [Chorus w/ variations]

    [4Tay] Only God main
    [2Pac] That right?
    [4Tay] That's real
    [2Pac] Hahahahahaha
    [4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?
    [2Pac] Man, look here man
    My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
    That's for the homey mental
    We up out

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    4:07

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  • 2Pac - California Love feat. Dr. Dre HD

    5:29

    Official music video to 2Pac performing California Love featuring Dr. Dre & Roger Troutman.

    Lyrics:
    California love
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
    A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
    The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
    Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
    We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be
    The state where you never find a dance floor empty
    And pimps be on a mission for them greens
    Lean mean money-making-machines serving fiends
    I been in the game for 10 years making rap tunes
    Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon
    Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
    Diamonds shining, looking like I robbed Liberace
    It's all good, from Diego to the Bay
    Your city is the bomb if your city making pay
    Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
    Dre putting it down for Californ-i-a

    [Roger Troutman:]
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party (Yes, they do)
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

    [Roger Troutman:]
    Shake, shake it, baby
    Shake, shake it, mama
    Shake it Cali, shake it shake it baby
    Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

    [2Pac:]
    Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming
    Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearing hoochies screaming
    Fiending for money and alcohol
    The life of a Westside player where cowards die and the strong ball
    Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
    In L.A. we wearing Chucks not Ballys (yeah, that's right)
    Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do
    Flossing, but have caution: we collide with other crews
    Famous because we throw grams
    Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans
    Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside
    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 Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down
    Cali is where they put their mack down
    Give me love!

    [Roger Troutman:]
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party (Yes, they do)
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin'

    [Dr. Dre:] South Central
    [2Pac:] Uh, that's right
    [Dr. Dre:] Now make it shake

    [Roger Troutman:]
    Shake, shake it, baby
    Shake, shake it, mama
    Shake it Cali, shake it shake it baby
    Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Shake it Cali
    Uh, uh, West Coast
    Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house
    Uh, yeah, Oaktown, Oakland definitely in the house
    Frisco, Frisco

    [2Pac:]
    And you know L.A. up in here

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Pasadena where you at?
    Yeah, Inglewood
    Inglewood always up to no good

    [2Pac:]
    Even Hollywood trying to get a piece, baby

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Sacramento, Sacramento where you at?

    [2Pac:]
    Throw it up ya'll, throw it up, throw it up!
    I can't see ya
    Let's show these fools how we do it over on this West Side
    Cause you and I know it's the best side
    Yeah, that's right
    West Coast, West Coast

    © 1995 DRR

    #2Pac2020 #2Pac #Tupac

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  • 2Pac - 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

    4:07

    2Pac performing 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (feat. Snoop Dogg). From the album All Eyez On Me © 1996 DRR

    Lyrics:
    [2Pac:]
    Up out of there
    Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
    Eh, light that up, Snoop! Why you actin like that?
    Ah shit, you done fucked up now
    (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
    You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time
    (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
    Y'all niggas about to feel this
    (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
    Break out the Champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms, have one on us, a'ight?
    (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)

    [Snoop Dogg:]
    A toast to the gangsters

    [2Pac:]
    Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
    Bomb the hoochies with precision
    My intention's to get richer
    With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie
    You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs

    [Snoop Dogg:]
    Sho 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun
    'Cause they got me on the run
    Now I'm back in the courtroom, waitin' on the outcome
    Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
    But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine
    So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit
    And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit

    [2Pac:]
    So now they got us laced
    Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases
    Bitches get ready for the throw down
    The shit's about to go down
    Me and Snoop about to clown
    I'm losin' my religion
    I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
    You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin'
    Niggas be actin' like they savage
    They out to get the cabbage
    I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish

    [Snoop Dogg:]
    I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerina
    I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
    And I think I've got a black Bimmer
    But my dream's to own a fly casino
    Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
    And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal
    It feels good to you, baby-bubba
    You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker

    [2Pac:]
    Now follow as we ride
    Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the West side
    And I can make you famous
    Niggas been dyin' for years, so how could they blame us?
    I live in fear of a felony
    I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's
    If you got it, better flaunt it
    Another warrant for two of America's most wanted

    [Daz Dillinger (2Pac):]
    Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
    Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
    (Nothin' but a gangsta party)
    Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
    (Nothin' but a gangsta party
    Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
    Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
    (Nothin' but a gangsta party
    Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
    Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

    [2Pac:]
    Now give me fifty feet
    Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
    And keep whatever's left of me
    Jealousy is misery, sufferin' is grief
    Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
    I bust and flee, these niggas must be crazy, what?
    There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers who can't fade the thugs
    You thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear
    Bow down in the presence of a boss player

    [Snoop Dogg:]
    It's like Cuz/Blood gang-bangin'
    Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'
    You gotta have papers in this world
    You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
    You doin' your job every day
    And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
    Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
    You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids

    [2Pac:]
    They tell me not to roll with my glock
    So now I got a throw-away
    Floatin' in the black Benz, tryin' to do a show a day
    They wonder how I live with five shots
    Niggas is hard to kill on my block
    Schemes for currency and dough-related
    Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
    No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it
    My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

    #2Pac2020 #2Pac #Tupac

  • 2Pac - Ambitionz az a ridah HD

    4:38

    Ambitionz Az A Ridah

    [1] - [2Pac singing in background 2X]
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Got the police bustin at me
    But they can't do nuttin to a G

    (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!)

    [1] - [2Pac speaking over background]
    Now you know how we do it like a G
    What really go on in the mind of a nigga
    that get down for theirs
    Constantly, money over bitches

    [2] - [2Pac singing in background starts to overlap/repeat]
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    Got the police bustin at me
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
    Police bustin at me
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me
    I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah..

    [2] - [2Pac speaking over background]
    Not bitches over money
    Stay on your grind nigga
    My ambitions as a ridah!
    My ambitions as a ridah!

    [2Pac]
    So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
    This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
    Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
    My attitude was, Fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it
    To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
    Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
    Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
    while she hot, and horny, go up inside her
    Then I spit some game in her ear, Go to the tele hoe
    Equipped with money and a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke
    I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
    From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
    From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up
    I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us
    I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin
    Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!)
    I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
    No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted
    Now it's on and it's on because I said so
    Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row
    Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious
    Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
    But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
    Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
    Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me
    These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
    Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
    Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention
    to my amibitions as a ridah

    [Chorus: 2Pac]

    [singing] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
    You don't wanna fuck with me
    [singing] My ambitions as a ridah
    [singing] Got the police bustin at me
    But they can't do nuttin to a G

    [Tupac]
    (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
    Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
    above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise
    When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
    I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!)
    That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
    So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel
    Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
    I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
    Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
    I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
    (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
    Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
    Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it
    Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
    When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
    Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

    [Chorus]

    [Tupac]
    My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
    Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
    I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
    Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
    Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds
    niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
    Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)
    didn't diminish my powers
    so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards
    That's why they tried to set me up
    Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
    But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
    At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
    Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
    For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been)
    gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it
    Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it
    Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside
    the cry from all your people when they find her
    Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it
    Revenge on them niggaz that played me,
    and all the cowards that was down widdit
    Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya
    Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention
    to my ambitions as a ridah

    [Chorus 2.5X]

  • 2Pac ft. Dr. Dre - California Love Full Length Version

    6:52

    2Pac ft. Dr. Dre - California Love (Full Video) from the album All Eyez On Me (1996)

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    Lyrics:

    California love
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
    Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West
    A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
    The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
    Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
    We in that Sunshine State where the bomb-ass hemp be
    The state where you never find a dance floor empty
    And pimps be on a mission for them greens
    Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends
    I been in the game for 10 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 the Bay
    Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay
    Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
    Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party (Yes, they do)
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
    Shake, shake it, baby
    Shake, shake it, shake it baby
    Shake, shake it, mama
    Shake it, Cali
    Shake, shake it, baby
    Shake, shake it
    Shake, shake it mama
    Shake it
    Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin'
    Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'
    Fiendin' for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player
    Where cowards die and the strong ball
    Only in Cali where we riot, not rally, to live and die
    In L.A. we wearin' Chucks, not Ballys (yeah, 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 because we program
    Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans
    Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam
    It's Westside, 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 Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down
    Cali is where they put their mack down; give me love!
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
    Shake, shake it, baby
    Shake, shake it
    Shake, shake it, mama
    Shake it, Cali
    Shake, shake it, baby
    Shake, shake it
    Shake, shake it mama
    Shake it, Cali
    Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house
    Uh, yeah, Oaktown
    Oakland definitely in the house
    Frisco, Frisco
    And you know L.A. up in this
    Pasadena, where you at?
    Yeah, Inglewood
    Inglewood always up to no good
    Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece, baby
    Sacramento, Sacramento where you at?
    Throw it up, y'all! Throw it up, throw it up!
    I can't see ya
    Let's show these fools how we do it on this Westside
    'Cause you and I know it's the best side
    Yeah, that's right
    West Coast, West Coast
    California love
    California love, yeah
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep 'em rockin', we keep 'em rockin'

    Just come on shake, shake it, baby
    Baby, baby, shake it mama, shake it mama, shake it mama

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  • 2Pac - California Love

    5:40

    2Pac performing California Love Remix (feat. Dr. Dre). From the album All Eyez On Me © 1996 DRR

    Lyrics:
    [Roger Troutman:]
    California love
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
    A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
    The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
    Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
    We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be
    The state where you never find a dance floor empty
    And pimps be on a mission for them greens
    Lean mean money-making-machines serving fiends
    I been in the game for 10 years making rap tunes
    Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon
    Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
    Diamonds shining, looking like I robbed Liberace
    It's all good, from Diego to the Bay
    Your city is the bomb if your city making pay
    Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
    Dre putting it down for Californ-i-a

    [Roger Troutman:]
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party (Yes, they do)
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'

    [Roger Troutman:]
    Shake, shake it, baby
    Shake, shake it, mama
    Shake it Cali, shake it shake it baby
    Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

    [2Pac:]
    Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming
    Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearing hoochies screaming
    Fiending for money and alcohol
    The life of a Westside player where cowards die and the strong ball
    Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
    In L.A. we wearing Chucks not Ballys (yeah, that's right)
    Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do
    Flossing, but have caution: we collide with other crews
    Famous because we throw grams
    Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans
    Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside
    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 Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down
    Cali is where they put their mack down
    Give me love!

    [Roger Troutman:]
    California knows how to party
    California knows how to party (Yes, they do)
    In the city of L.A
    In the city of good ol' Watts
    In the city, the city of Compton
    We keep it rockin'

    [Dr. Dre:] South Central
    [2Pac:] Uh, that's right
    [Dr. Dre:] Now make it shake

    [Roger Troutman:]
    Shake, shake it, baby
    Shake, shake it, mama
    Shake it Cali, shake it shake it baby
    Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Shake it Cali
    Uh, uh, West Coast
    Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house
    Uh, yeah, Oaktown, Oakland definitely in the house
    Frisco, Frisco

    [2Pac:]
    And you know L.A. up in here

    [Dr. Dre:]
    Pasadena where you at?
    Yeah, Inglewood
    Inglewood always up to no good

    #2Pac2020 #2Pac #Tupac

  • N.W.A. - Boys In the Hood

    6:04

    N.W.A. Official Youtube Channel - Boys In the Hood

    NWA - Boys in The Hood i do not Claim to own the Following and Do not intend if seen as Copyright

    Lyrics:

    Woke up quick at about noon
    Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
    I gotta get drunk before the day begin
    Before my mother starts bitchin' 'bout my friends
    About to go and damn it went blind
    Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
    Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
    With the Mc10 in the side of my hip
    Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
    Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
    Jumped in the fo' (6-fo) hit the juice on my ride
    I got front back and side to side
    Then I let the LP play
    Poppin' new shit by NWA
    It was Gangsta Gangsta at the top of the list
    Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this :

    Cruisin' down the street(s) in my 6-fo'
    Jackin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
    Went to the park to get the scoop
    Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoo's
    A car pulls up, who can it be?
    A fresh elkomino rolly Kilo G
    He rolls down his window and he started to say
    It's all about makin' that GTA

    Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
    You come talkin' that trash we'll bull your car
    Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
    Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit ...

    []

    Down on B'z in the place to give me the pace
    He said my man JB is on 3 base
    The boy JB was a friend of mine
    'Till I cought him in my car tryin' to steal an LP
    Chased him up the street to call a truth
    The silly mothafucka pull out a duz-duz
    Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gage
    One sucker dead, L.A. times first page

    Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
    You come talkin' that trash we'll bull your car
    Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
    Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit ...

    []

    Butt ass hell and I wanna get ill
    So I went to a spot where my homeboyz chill
    The fellows out there - makin' that dollar
    I pulled up in my 6-fo' and howlered
    They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
    And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
    Love to get my girl, to rock that body
    Before I left I hit the block party
    Went to her house to get her out of the pad
    Dumb ho' said something that made me mad
    She said somethin' that I could'nt believe
    So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weed
    She started talkin' shit, would'nt you know?
    Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
    Her father jumped out and he started to shout
    So I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out

    Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
    You come talkin' that trash we'll bull your car
    Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
    Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit ...

    []

    I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
    Then wrapped the 6-fo' 'round the telephone poll
    I looked at my card and I said oh brother
    I throw it in the gatter and go buy another
    Walkin' home and I see the G ride
    Now Ket is drivin' Kilo on the side
    As they bustin' to you they got pulled over
    An undercover cop in a dark green over'
    Ket got beaten for resistin' arrest
    He sucked the pig in his head for wrippin' his kiest'
    Now G is cut for doin' the crime
    For the fence on the boy, he'll do some time

    Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
    You come talkin' that trash we'll bull your car
    Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
    Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit ...

    []

    I went to get the mouth but there was no bail
    The fellows start to riot in the county jail
    Two dayz later in municiple court
    Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
    Distruption of a court, said the judge
    Only six years since my man did'nt budge
    Bailer came over to turn him in
    Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
    He yelled out FIRE!, then came Suzi
    Then came suzi -
    The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
    Police shot the bitch but did'nt hurt her
    Both up state for attempted murder

    Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
    You come talkin' that trash we'll bull your car
    Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
    Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin' shit

  • Eazy E - Boyz-n-the-Hood

    6:31

    This is a Music Video I Made For The Eazy E Song: Boyz -n- the Hood

    Boyz-n-the-Hood is the solo debut single by Eazy-E as a part of N.W.A. The song was originally on N.W.A. and the Posse, which started with the phrase: Cruisin' down the street in my '64. Ruthless Records executive Jerry Heller considers the song to be a mix of Gil Scott-Heron, The Last Poets, the Rolling Stones, and the Black Panthers. This samples I'm a Ho by Whodini and vocal samples from, Hold It, Now Hit It by Beastie Boys as well as Mr. Big Stuff by Jean Knight. It was remixed and featured on Eazy's debut album Eazy-Duz-It, which was released in 1988. It was remixed again and was featured on Eazy-E's third album, It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa (1993) under the name Boyz-n-the-Hood (G-Mix).

    R.I.P. Eazy
    REAL HIP HOP!!!!

  • 2Pac - California Love

    5:13

    #2Pac #CaliforniaLove #OldSchoolHipHop

    Artista: Tupac Shakur
    Artista invitado: Roger Troutman, Dr. Dre
    Álbum: All Eyez on Me
    Fecha de lanzamiento: 1996
    Género: Hip-hop/rap

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    10:23

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