Papa Hardbassov (feat. Life of Boris) - Alan Aztec

Sound instead of soul, Lost inside of sorrow, Something changed me, Something gone wrong, Sound inside of life, Lost inside of time, Doesnt mind that we can be always strong. We always say, but we dont always did IT. Only in the troubles we ask help from GOD. Even when we cry, or smile we make end to change the life, Only we can know the meaning of the life. Life like sun goes down, People running from, From the past, From the further left behind, Uuuuuu... Take a birth from life, For the chance we have, For the little bit of happiness to find. We always say, but we dont always did IT. Only in the troubles we ask help from GOD. Even when we cry, or smile we make end to change the life, Only we can know the meaning of the life. Make your wish come true, Make your life be full, OF the happiness and things to be proud, PEople live only ones, Peolpe think twice, For the "We" and "HE" And what we need from life.

Hm. Pot, pan, ofcourse Pot, pan, ofcourse Hm. Pot, pan, ofcourse What is missing? The bay leaf Carrot, potato, carrot, potato Parsley? No! Hah! Western spies! Carrot, potato, carrot, potato Parsley? No! Hah! Western spies! Making soup, very easy, add water, set to boil Add salt from the sea, let it cook, you not need oil Making soup, very easy, add water, set to boil Add salt from the sea, let it cook, you not need oil Once upon a time Boris started making soup But he forgot the ingredient that he will never forget again And what was missing? The bay leaf Oooy blin! The bay leaf Hehey nice! The bay leaf Is there meat? Of course is meat! Make you grow big and strong Is there meat? Of course is meat! What you think this is? A drink? Of course is meat Make you grow big and strong Salt, pepper, sure. Wha- Wha- Wha-, what you think this is? Carrot, potato, carrot, potato, carrot, potato What you think this is? Oy mama will be proud Sorry babushka, is only business What is missing? The bay leaf What is missing? It's the bay leaf Mama soup ready! The bay leaf What is missing Hmm soup is ready Pot, pan, ofcourse! Pot, pan, ofcourse! Pot, pan, ofcourse! What is missing? The bay leaf

Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Qui peut sauver la Nation? Un seul nom, Napoléon Impossible n'est pas Français Et ça, il nous l'promet Pas vraiment l'homme de ces dames Mais l'homme des champs d'bataille Du haut de ses 1.20m Il a dominé tous les terrains Les sciences modernes Napoléon! Les grandes victoires? Napoléon! Les coups de canons? Napoléon! Les bons oignons? Napoléon! Les sciences modernes? Napoléon! Les grandes victoires? Napoléon! Les coups de canons? Napoléon! Hon, hon, hon Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Il ira jusqu'au sommet C'est ça le destin Français Sur l'europe il compte régner Son empire doit triompher (Napo-polé-napoléon!) Les sciences modernes? Napoléon! Les grandes victoires? Napoléon! Les coups de canons? Napoléon! Les bons oignons? Napoléon! (Napoléon, Napoléon) (Napoléon, Napoléon) (Napoléon, Napoléon) Hon, hon, hon Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! Napoléon! (Napoléon!)

Ay and i still give a fuck if yo Og sleeping I can bring this music real loud in yo residence I'm tryna fill my pockets full of these presidents Im finna bring my name up bring up my relevance None of these niggas can't match cuz there ain't none better then That lil Mexican That lil boy so eloquent He pop out so elegant Them hoes all wanna hate wanna talk bout shit Cause they say i'm arrogant I ain't even gon lash out i ain't talking my shit Cause that ain't my etiquette Cuz i been stuck in my element I been feeling so excellent Im still diving in head first Y'all niggas still too hesitant We still slide to the residence We still stashing that evidence I need to spin through the reverend I needa preach my testament Cuz no i don't know no Cleo baby I don't know no Bryan Brown skin bash i'm a migo baby Hang with negroes and mayans Cause a poc what i'll always be I do that without trying Wait ay Even though niggas came from the rags You gon know where I'm dying Bread Rich I'm finna get it I'm finna run it up till my momma all across states Im finna count it up I need twenty-thousand square feet in new real estate You can try to shit on me Try to throw dirt Try to talk shit Try to hate These niggas toxic on that opp shit Cuz they been seen that we great Middle finger fuck Twelve And them blue devils that just keep tryna call the jakes We be at a protest with our fists up You don't wanna see us up the stakes You be at a protest gettin flicked up Just so you could say you showed face Damn i swear these niggas These hoes really move too fake And I peeped the track where you act political But Im knowing shit is for a bag You can try to switch the beat and talk lyrical But the shit really just a fad These niggas tap dance for the white man But I'm never goin out sad Cuz them niggas know I would rather walk For i spend the guap on a Jag Ay and i still give a fuck if yo Og sleeping I can bring this music real loud in yo residence I'm tryna fill my pockets full of these presidents Im finna bring my name up bring up my relevance None of these niggas cant match cuz there ain't none better then