A keresés eredménye

Stardust

Versions: #1
Ikki, flikki, ikki, kikki
 
Ahe-em, Gé
Well look your bro lives sweet like juice
Ballin' even though mom was always baked
A good start equals half the work
But a good start remains the half
The second half, but I don't need no help
Wiwwelien was eleven, I did everything myself
I went to school myself, now I'm on TV by myself
And I laugh inside cause of the sluts that I bring
Now see them looking, so keep looking
All the fatties want to look like me
But brother, forget the thing,
Step aside, she wants an autograph
 
Kaleidoscope in his eyes
I look up, my pupils getting big
The world is flat again, yeah
Save for your round butt
A wavelength of distance
From your celestial body
She's of spectral class
Unearthly powers (yeah)
I erupted when she laughed at me
You look back in time
When you look at her
Yeah she's practicly
Inter(nail polish)galactic
Sorry if i'm exaggerating
Even when I look up
Even when I'm ever dead
You know I'll still be somewhere
I'll still be, in the air like stardust
I'll be gone in the sky with diamonds on my neck*, bitch
Diamonds on my neck
Gone in the sky with diamonds on my neck, bitch
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck
diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck
 
Back in the days Young Yayo was nothing but young
No rapmoneys, no paper, no fun
Untill, out of nowhere, he was on TV
Suddenly his whole life changed, bam
Shows in the weekends, money in the bank
Happily on stardust, but does it still count?
He wanted a taste of every type of drink
They tried to tell him, but he was always so numb
And after a while he was down in the dumps
When out the air came falling Lady Luck
She was his baby and he was back again
And the butterflies in his stomach said no to the drugs
I've got my moccaprincess on my sofa
The sound of my voice still pays the bills
Sometimes I look back and raise my glass
To the stars in the sky and say 'thank you'
 
The world is flat again, yeah
Save for your round butt
A wavelength of distance
From your celestial body
She's of spectral class
Ooh, unearthly powers (yeah)
I erupted when she laughed at me
You look back in time
When you look at her
Yeah she's practicly
Inter(nail polish)galactic
Sorry if i'm exaggerating
Even when I look up
Even when I'm ever dead
You know I'll still be somewhere
I'll still be, in the air like stardust
I'll be gone in the sky with diamonds on my neck, bitch
Diamonds on my neck
Gone in the sky with diamonds on my neck, bitch
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck
diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck
 

Manon

What’s up, Manon
Is it going alright?
These drums drum only for you
An example to each woman
W-O-W, wow!
 
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N (Ooh)
M-A-N-O-N
 
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N (Ooh)
M-A-N-O-N (let me sing for you)
 
Manon, come and transform with WiWa-tron
And FaceTime in your nightgown
Manon, Manon, Manon, Manon
Never again cardboard dreams
Manon, I’m in the mood for a quickie on the balcony
Manon
 
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N (Ooh)
M-A-N-O-N
 
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N (Ooh)
M-A-N-O-N
 
Manon, I want to go around the block with you
Manon, hair colour, chestnut-champignon
Manon, with you I share my last bonbon
Manon, you are that (bon-be-bon-be-)bon ton
Manon, I read about you in the colophon
Manon, it’s going off like a cannon
 
In love with each letter
In love with each letter
In love with each letter
In love with each letter
 
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N (Ooh)
M-A-N-O-N
 
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N
M-A-N-O-N (Ooh)
M-A-N-O-N
 
I'm called, I'm called
Manon, Manon
 

Watskeburt?!

Props to the highest Rocker*
And the watskebuurt**
Watsebizzy bizzle rob robber***
People are seriously talking [about ut]
But they do not know what the fuck is up
But loads is happening seriously
Will those vocals come in, or should I start
 
You are a whining sjembek****
But you do not know whatsup, whatsup, whatsup
You are a fake rapper
But you cannot reach the ground, reach the ground, reach the ground
You are a fake rapper with a crown
But you do not know what is the trend is, what the trend is, what the trend is,
You are a sjembek without claws
And you are not 'bout it 'bout, 'bout it 'bout, 'bout it 'bout
Dirty Freddy****** as if you do not know
And you drink till the motherfucking bottle is empty
You only have money if you swap the beer bottles*****
Only then you have a lot of money, yo uh, for sure
You are laughing but I am not make a motherfucking joke
Pus from my dick you can hand me a lukewarm beer
I am spacing, but am not from Star Trek
I am not Bust-a-Bust (Busta rhyms) but I will break your neck
Eh-eh eh-eh
Comes out of my ass
Mother and daughters, they despise me
I am in Baksteen, as if you do not smell that*******
Because one is fat and the other is used
I am first class scum
And you are washing your hands while peeing
Look at me and you know what time it is
Baksteen, the rest is history
 
You are a whining sjembek
But you do not know whatsup, whatsup, whatsup
You are a fake rapper
But you cannot reach the ground, reach the ground, reach the ground
You are a fake rapper with a crown
But you do not know what is the trend is, what the trend is, what the trend is,
You are a sjembek without claws
And you are not 'bout it 'bout, 'bout it 'bout, 'bout it 'bout
 
What is the trend
Chew (literally just a random word)
Whatsup in the shed
Is it quiet at yours or nagging neighbours?
Are the beers free or just fucking expensive
And are you ‘bout it or a sad figure
For all women and chickies all over The Netherlands
I have that woman on my dick yo we love Jiggy (ref to Will Smith’s song)
‘bout it ‘bout it as crazy with that gold in my mouth
Two faces, one formula just like Lauda and Nikkie
 
You are a whining sjembek
But you do not know whatsup, whatsup, whatsup
You are a fake rapper
But you cannot reach the ground, reach the ground, reach the ground
You are a fake rapper with a crown
But you do not know what is the trend is, what the trend is, what the trend is,
You are a sjembek without claws
And you are not 'bout it 'bout, 'bout it 'bout, 'bout it 'bout
 
whatsup, whatsup, whatsup
whatsup with your man
Fuck, fuuuuuck you are spacing
Seriously dude why are you talking to me fucking hell
You are talking but you do not know whatsup with you
You do not even know whatsup with me but whatsup with you
Fucking hell, fuuuuuck, people are on crack lately seriously
I was walking through central station and a junkie walked up to me
He was asking for one euro (euro one fucking euro)
I said here I have twenty cents, he replies no I don’t need it
So I say yea yea okay I know you I know you
You are from North [Amsterdam]
(Uhh yes I am from North how do you know how do you know)
I say, I know you mother I did my newspaper round for her********
(Uhh my mum my mum? I haven’t seen her in 25 years)
So I say fuck you man I sell her crack stupid slut
Fucking hell fucking fucking junkies at central station
Seriously the only cool spot at central station is the fucking pizzahut
And uhh and and and and a meetingpoint, but that is fucking closed
Anyways central station is the Boss
Dirty Freddy is the Boss, Baksteen is the Boss, Heist Rockah is the Boss
Whatsup