A Public Affair - Jessica Simpson

They claim we're products from the bottom of hell 'Cause the black is back and it's bound to sell Picture us cooling out on the Fourth of July And if you heard we were celebrating, that's a worldwide lie Yo Chuck, the fat generals man, trying to pull a 226 on you, G! Yo man, show 'em what you got! Show 'em, show 'em what you got! This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file 'Cause I give you what you lack, come right and exact Our status is the saddest so I care where you at, black And at home, I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin' my telephone I never live alone, I never walk alone My posse's always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone Although I live the life, that of a resident But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president Tappin' my phone whose crews abused I stand accused of doing harm, 'cause I'm louder than a bomb Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) I am a rock hard trooper to the bone, the bone, the bone Full grown, consider me - stone Once again and I say it for you to know The troop is always ready, I yell "Geronimo!" Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin' Both King and X, they got rid of both A story untold, true but unknown Professor Griff knows, "Yo, I ain't milquetoast!" And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus it ain't no secret Why they're tappin' my phone, although I can't keep it a secret So I decided to kick it, yo And yes it weighs a ton, I say it once again I'm called the enemy, I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid The way that I rap it is makin' 'em tap it, yeah Never servin' 'em well, 'cause I'm an un-Tom It's no secret at all 'cause I'm louder than a bomb Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) (Yeah!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) (It's yours!) Cold holdin' the load, the burden breakin' the mold I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone for information No tellin' who's sellin' out, power buildin' the nation so Joinin' the set, the point blank target Every brothers inside, so least not, you forget, no Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste A bit of the song so you can never be wrong Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price 'Cause every brother mans life is like swingin' the dice, right? Here it is, once again this is the brother to brother The Terminator, the cutter Goin' on an' on, leave alone the grown Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate The posse always ready, 98 at 98 My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) (Yeah!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) Come on, come on (louder!) (Right) 'Cause the D is for dangerous, you can come and get some of this I teach and speak, so when it's spoke, it's no joke The voice of choice, the place shakes with bass (Called one for the treble) The rhythm is the rebel Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies And when I say it, they get alarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb

Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Прокуренный винтаж, это rock new school Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Кровь течёт по лицу — это мне к лицу Кровь течёт по губам — это от тоски Мои дни снова разные, как носки Кровь течёт по губам из правой ноздри Я тебя не ебу, а ты ебёшь мозги Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Моё поведение, моё поведение Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Все ваши кумиры — это недоразумение Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать

Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore