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Kjell Hoglund – Ringaren I Notre Dame Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted February 2, 2020•0 Comment(s)

Ensamma damers vampyriska klubb
Har samkväm på söndag, gå dit!
Leta fram din knövliga slips ur nån skrubb
Kamma håret och raka din mögliga stubb
Du får mat, du får äta, dom bjuder på krubb
Och du har ju en bra aptit
Portvakten är hermafrodit
Så bry dig inte om vad gubben kraxar fram
Han är ful och han är gul och han luktar inte bra
Han kallas ringaren i Notre Dame

Eséerklostret vid Lake Titicaka har skickat ut ett prospekt
Min nyfikenhet är väckt
Jag läser om eteriska dimensioner och om inre cirkelns folk
Seanser hos det vita broderskapet gör mig matt
Jag söker inte längre sanning men en tolk
Och det är ingen skam
Jag vet en man som vet och som nog har tid att tala
Det är ringaren i Notre Dame

Crazy Horse Saloon söker madonnor för sin show
Stort spektakel när dom visar sina bröst
Heliga Guds moder, vem är ansvarig för detta?
Det är verkligen i högsta grad skabröst
Vi människor tål inte att se oss som vi är
Det ger psykosomatiska besvär
Sann är bara sanningen som aldrig kommer fram
Så när det nu är sagt så är det alltså inte sant
Det säjer ringaren i Notre Dame

Fantomen sitter i sin dödskallegrotta, dom bengaliska eldarna lyser
Men alla små pygméer fryser
Det kommer en besökare med svettiga händer och tassande ödmjuka fötter till
Tronen och böjer knä för den vandrande vålnaden, besökaren är Djingis Kahn
Fantomen säger: “Ge apan en banan!”
Sen rapar han och går för att älska sin Diana
Men från sovgrottan hörs ett väldigt glam
Han stannar upp och kikar in och ser att fästmön gått i spinn
Med ringaren i Notre Dame

Låt överdriften kväva sin egen aggression
Fånga fallfrukt där du sitter i din gungstol
Kom ihåg att om du svarar tar du ansvar för ditt svar
Vad ser du när du blundar, kanske ser du Albert Einstein som med hjälp av sina
Formler för det krökta rummet tänker ut ett nytt och mera effektivt pessar?
Dina gudar som är döda har du ännu ej begravt
Den försummelsen är alltför uppenbar
Du äter lugnt din ryska kaviar
Och går på en kurs i självförsvar
Du är kär i en flicka som är prostituerad och som ligger med sin egen far
Och det är ingen skam
Jag vet en man som ljuger och som ljuger riktigt vackert
Det är ringaren i Notre Dame

Nasaan – Ok Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 26, 2020•0 Comment(s)

[Intro:]
I’m OK
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t want to see me move on
They trying to keep me on hold
I’d rather do this alone
Do this shit all by my own

[Chorus]
OK, I’m OK (Yeah, Yeah)
OK, OK, I’m OK (Yeah)
Don’t want to see me move on
They trying to keep me on hold
I’d rather do this alone
Do this shit all by my own (Woah, Damn)
I’m OK (OK)
OK (I’m OK)
I’m OK (OK)
OK (I’m OK, Damn)
Don’t want to see me move on (Move on)
They trying to keep me on hold (On Hold)
I’d rather do this alone (WooHoo)
Do this shit all by my own (Damn)
I’m OK

[Verse 1]
Do this shit all on my own, do this shit all by myself
Niggas be in it for self, they only in it for wealth
But i’m the one who barely getting paid
And i’m the biggest slave, and slaving
But I got enough to sense and say it
I can’t sensei it, kick it on the low
Nigga “No, no, no” I Dikembe it
My last 3 ex’s see that I’m 3 X’ing and want the 3 X’s
Came back through the exit
I get it, invest it
Then count up my blessings, then count up a paycheck then check off the checklist
Ex’ing of the extra niggas who not gang
Nigga this is a select list
I should never have to think on if you f**king with me nigga, not a question
Had to get at niggas, ’bout befriending niggas, who ain’t been ya niggas, they pretending nigga
Living life like Reggie White Or JJ Watt, i’m too defensive nigga
Too many unofficial niggas calling shots like they officials nigga
Stack it up, spend it, then flip it, then stack it, then flip it
This shit repetition nigga
OK, OK, no need lead way, no thanks
Straight to the top nigga, Rogaine
Numbuh One nigga, no Codename
Shit I got no luck in getting, i’m still trying to get it
I’m out here like Notre Dame
No love, no fame, no need help on no thang

[Chorus]
OK, I’m OK (Yeah, Yeah)
OK, OK, I’m OK (Yeah)
Don’t want to see me move on
They trying to keep me on hold
I’d rather do this alone
Do this shit all by my own (Woah, Damn)
I’m OK (OK)
OK (I’m OK)
I’m OK (OK)
OK (I’m OK, Damn)
Don’t want to see me move on (Move on)
They trying to keep me on hold (On Hold)
I’d rather do this alone (WooHoo)
Do this shit all by my own (Damn)
I’m OK

[Verse 2]
Listen listen to a nigga listen
I don’t give a f**k on f**k on how you take it
I been on the come up, coming out the basement
Doing numbers numbers like the f**king matrix
I got bitches itching just to be a nigga bitch
They thinking that a nigga been famous
Keep in mind that these different bitches got a different nigga and they been taking
Girlfriend feeling suicidal, how the f**k a nigga posed to take it
Go to work with my damn rivals, how the f**k a nigga keep his patience
Income been slowing down, in my mind shit speed racing
I’m the next one, ain’t no question question
Name a nigga better, niggas too complacent
Don’t want to see me move on, nigga I been moving on
I’m going OG Capone
Reload and unload on all
Name a nigga f**king with me, I’m the next one out the city
Told em, I ain’t ever need em
Tell em OK, OK, OK, OK, O

[Chorus]
OK, I’m OK (Yeah, Yeah)
OK, OK, I’m OK (Yeah)
Don’t want to see me move on
They trying to keep me on hold
I’d rather do this alone
Do this shit all by my own (Woah, Damn)
I’m OK (OK)
OK (I’m OK)
I’m OK (OK)
OK (I’m OK, Damn)
Don’t want to see me move on (Move on)
They trying to keep me on hold (On Hold)
I’d rather do this alone (WooHoo)
Do this shit all by my own (Damn)
I’m OK

Bzn – Au Revoir – Auf Wiedersehen Lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted January 14, 2020•0 Comment(s)

Paris, la grande ville lumière
Chez toi je suis bien dans ma peau
Ta mode est magnifique
Tes rues sont romantiques
Écoute, on joue du piano

La plus belle histoire d’amour du siècle
Un Berlinois, avec une Parisienne
En Suisse, l’annonce du mariage
Et chaque fois ces mêmes mots reviennent

Au revoir – Auf wiedersehen
Je t’adore – Ich liebe dich – doch ich muss gehen
Bon voyage – Madame, Monsieur
Gute Reise – A Paris, je dis adieu
Au revoir – Auf wiedersehen
Oui je t’aime – Mon coeur est brisé
En hiver comme en été
Les vacances bien sûr une bonne idée

S’embrasser sur la place de la Concorde
Et même sous le portique de Notre Dame
Plus tard ils pleurent comme une fontaine
Mais chaque fois ces mots s’entament

Au revoir – Auf wiedersehen
Je t’adore – Ich liebe dich – doch ich muss gehen
Bon voyage – Madame, Monsieur
Gute Reise – A Paris, je dis adieu
Au revoir – Auf wiedersehen
Oui je t’aime – Mon coeur est brisé
En hiver comme en été
Les vacances bien sûr une bonne idée

Au revoir – Auf wiedersehen
Je t’adore – Ich liebe dich – doch ich muss gehen
Bon voyage – Madame, Monsieur
Gute Reise – A Paris, je dis adieu
Au revoir – Auf wiedersehen
Oui je t’aime – Mon coeur est brisé
En hiver comme en été
Les vacances bien sûr une bonne idée

Au revoir – Auf wiedersehen
Oui je t’aime – Mon coeur est brisé
En hiver comme en été
Les vacances bien sûr une bonne idée

Rick Ross – Powers That Be (feat. Nas) (Rather You Than Me Album)

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted April 5, 2017•0 Comment(s)

"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not!
There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth
You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness
Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’
No, he ain’t go that far
Said ‘I didn’t do it, ‘ hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’"
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said "fuck school!"
What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
I would play with all my homies’ gifts
I understood I didn’t wanna trip
The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
Went from not having, to sheer opulence
Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
Just got some real estate out in Dubai
Nation of Islam, they say I may have a few ties
Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
You know how it is
New levels, new devils
The cheddar breed jealousy
At hella speed but it’s whatever
Mercedes driver
85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
Armée var, Son, God combined in one
Most prolific, you off point
Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
To money makers and niggas who murk you out
And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
Niggas versatile
Some things your eyes won’t see (Uh, yeah)
But when it’s out of your control (Uh, yeah)
Then it’s the powers that be, be (Uh, yeah)
He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah)
He he he he he, la la la la la la (Yeah, yeah)
Some things your eyes can’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be
He he he he he, la la la la la la

RICK ROSS – Powers That Be lyrics

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted March 17, 2017•0 Comment(s)

“The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not! There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness. And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth. You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness. Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’ No, he ain’t go that far. Said ‘I didn’t do it’ but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’”

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, wait up, hold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said “fuck school!”
What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
I would play with all my homies’ gifts
I understood I didn’t wanna trip
The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
Went from not having to sheer opulence
Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
Just got some real estate out in Dubai
Nation of Islam, they say I might have a few ties
Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

You know how it is
New levels, new devils
The cheddar breed jealousy, at hella speed but it’s whatever
Mercedes driver
85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
Armée var, Son, God combined in one
Most prolific, you off point
Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
To money makers and niggas who murk you out
And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
Niggas versatile

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Some things your eyes won’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be
He he he he he, la la la la la la
He he he he he, la la la la la la
Some things your eyes can’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be

Action Bronson – Durag Vs. Headband (feat. Big Body Bes) letras

Lyrics•by Azlyrics•Posted October 21, 2016

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(uh-uh)
It’s me, it’s me
(uh-uh)
I was hatched in ’83
Fuckin’ standing like the Notre Dame logo right now
Just leave this shit, man

[Verse 1]
If I choose the right horse, I’ma buy a white Porsche
Never take the night off, saying that my mind’s off
Ever since I came out I been handing pain out
Fold a wire-hanger through your nose
Take your brain out, hey now
On the stage I’m like great balls of fire
One more year I’ll be on ‘Late George’, retired
Big steak like a cheap tire
Season up some biceps and throw ’em in deep fryer

[Hook]
I been hot since I was this big, yeah
I been hot since I was this big, stupid

[Verse 2]
I’m sick like feeding squirrels the summer in a bubble jacket
If this was ’96 I def had The Tunnel packed in
Big beard like I’m lumberjackin’
Mash the petal of the 850
Sound like the thunder cracking
I’m in a club with a condom on
All Under Armour on

[Big Body Bes]
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW

[Verse 3]
Microphone attached to my hand so I can dance my little heart out
Don’t make me bring the white guitar out
Like the one in Wayne’s World
That was shining in the window
Since 13 I been a nympho
Fuck That’s Delicious on box set
Me and my mans smoking on big drugs and feasting on the ox leg
Stand in the store with twenty Achmed’s ‘zookas on shoulders
Hundreds pounds of C4 in a stroller
Z4s roll up, shit’s cold, I think I need a ricola
I just dropped a million kroner I’m a stoner
You lack culture, I’m a psychedelic image of a black vulture Trapped inside a past soldier

[Break]
I just blew my motherfuckin’ high, man. Holy shit
I been hot since I was this big, motherfucker

[Big Body Bes]
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
And when I die, make sure you spread my blood on a BMW
Albanian style, I wanna die by machine gun