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  • Letra D12 Steve's Coffee House

    Vistos 94 Música D12 Video de : D12 - Steve's Coffee House, Descraga mp3 de D12 - Steve's Coffee House, Música gratis online de D12 - Steve's Coffee House LETRA ONLINE :Kum ba yah, kum ba yahKum ba yah, d12, kum ba yahD12, kum ba yahI've had a special request for.. I take a couple uppers, I down a... Ver letra completa
  • Letra D12 Fight Music

    Vistos 229 Música D12 [Chorus: Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, Let's get it on! A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump {*click-clack*} The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, You hear that? I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. [Chorus] It's fight music! ... Ver letra completa
  • Letra D12 My Band

    Vistos 262 Música D12 [intro:] I don't know dude... I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm like the lead singer of a band dude... and I think everyone's got a fuckin problem with me dude... and they need to take it up with me after the show... because... [chorus:] these chicks don't even know the name of my band... but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... all because I'm the lead singer of my band... [verse 1: eminem] so I get off stage right and drop the mic walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like what's up ladies, my name's slim shady I'm the lead singer in d12 baby they're all like oh my god it's him becky oh my fuckin' god it's eminem I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock please won't you please let me suck your cock and by now the rest of the fellas get jealous especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas all the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes throw their bras and their shirt and their panties on stage so like every single night they pick a fight with me but when we fight it's kinda like sealin rivalry cuz they're back on stage the next night with me dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me yesterday kuniva tried to pull a knife on me cause I told him jessica alba's my wife to be this rock star shit, it's the life for me and all the other guys just despise me be [chorus] these chicks don't even know the name of my band... but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... all because I'm the lead singer of my band... my band [9x] [verse 2: swifty] you just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you hey dad how come we don't rap on proto smash these vocals and do a performance but we in the van and he in a tour bus you don't want my autograph, yous a liar and no I'm swift (oh I thought you was kuniva) what the hell is wrong with that dressing room cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal see I know how to rap, see it's simple but all I did was read a russell simmons book so I'm more intect, tryna get on the map doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back [verse 3: kuniva and konartis] look at em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick hey I thought we had an interview with dj clue ([em:] no I had an interview not you two) you gonna be late for soundcheck man I ain't goin' to soundcheck but our mics are screwed up and his always sound best you know what man I'ma say somethin hey yo em ([em:] you got somethin to say?!) man no I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up and you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew when I was bout to talk right after you I swear, I swear man [chorus:] these chicks don't even know the name of my band... but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... all because I'm the lead singer of my band... [verse 4: proof] they say the lead singers rock, but the group does not once we sold out arenas to the amusement park I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the musics starts ready to snap on a dumbass fan every time I hear (hey dude I love your band) we ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments so why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent and these guys they can find every area code ([em:] proof carry my bag) bitch carry your own can't make it to the stage, security in my way (who the fuck are you? where's obie and dre?!) [verse 5: bizarre] ***dammit I'm sick of this group time for me to go solo and make some loop I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps till kon artis slipped me some crack lose yourself video I was in the back superman video I was in the back fuck the media, I got some suggestions fuck marshall, ask us the questions like who's d12, how we get started (what about eminem?) bitch are you retarded? anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute 50 told me to do situps to get buff I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up fuck d12, I'm outta this band I'm gonna start a group with the real roxanne [eminem] girl why cant you see your the only one for me and it just tares my ass apart to know that you don't know my band... [chorus - bizarre] these chicks don't even know the name of my band... (ha ha) but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... (fuck marshall) cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... all because I'm the lead singer of my band... my band [9x] [outro:] the hottest boy band in the world... d12! [eminem as a salsa singer] I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants and the lead singer of my band, my salsa makes all the pretty girl's wanna dance my salsa, look out for my next single, it's called my salsa... my salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance and take off their underpants my salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance and take off their underpants, my salsa (where'd everybody go?)... Ver letra completa
  • Letra Traducida D12 Fight Music

    Vistos 496 Letras Traducidas D12 [Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know, that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smelling like Boone's Farm Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own mom Kuniving Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin', let's get it on A lush that love to drink, drunk driving a tank Rollin' over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin' your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, till it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (Oh) Smacked this whore for talkin' crap So what if she's handicapped; the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin' hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah) Satan done got me on this song Eatin' a hot dog reading the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin' this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong th-thong thong Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know, that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen M-16's and one pump The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws Have you running out this fucking club in your drawers We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in us all It's fight music [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the precinct I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin' Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made them drop his coffin It's fight music [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin' is stingin' them See all these niggas, when I step in the club, I'm bringin' them If any nigga looking too hard, we Rodney King'n them Malice Green to them and gasolining them with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at them or spit it at them Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hooking, right when your wife's looking Fuck fight music, bitch, this is losing your life music [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it And spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you Nazis Watch me, cause you figured you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me cause you're not me You'll never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me, watch me I came to save these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise them cause they're lazy To grow to praise me I'm makin' them go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'mma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm siced on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called [Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know, that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid It's fight music... Ver letra completa
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