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WHERE YA BARZ AT Lyrics

by Horseshoe G.a.n.g.

[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
I'm prone to trip on the mic, I need a cordless
When we perfoAnnotatermin' even Steven Morris see that we enormous
My speech is diseased what I speak is morbid
I'm a good look, on other artist's songs every feature's gorgeous
Heed my warning, I got time to kill, I kill daylight
Come after noon and have the evening mourning
Your flow don't move, what you speak is dormant
I make a listener witness me go in, now he's a door man
Call me L-U-C-I- stop... A-N-O- spray the fo', three guys, drop
My money stretch long like knee-high socks
No coconut vodka, but you see I rock
A peaceful dude but a fighter, Gandhi combined with Rocky
A peaceful dude, a fighter, Elijah Muhammad Ali
Pop the tommy gun then ditch the Tommy, Nicole Kidman
I'll get rich or die tryin' to get yo riches

[Hook]
You niggas hollerin' 'bout the product you move, and the Glocks you use
And the broads you screw, fuck that my nigga tell me where ya barz at?
Uh, my nigga tell me where ya barz at?
You niggas hollerin' 'bout you bought a ratchet
And your broad is mad sick
We got all of that shit, fuck that
My nigga tell me where your barz at?
Uh, my nigga tell me where your barz at?
Chyeah, holla at her

[Verse 2: Kenny Siegel]
Fuck those ramblin', they must want bandages
I'm rough, so scandalous I leave 'em with a fucked up nose
Scuffed clothes, cuts, plus bone damages
And puff on Cannabis, til' I'm up on Canopus
Incase you ain't up on Canopus, that's the second brightest star
I'll give you gold every second, by the bar
And that's where you should be, call you bartenders
Cause your bars tender, you're soft musically
Next on your itinerary is the cemetery
Cause I'm finna bury you, finna scurry, you feelin' scary?
I'm into Lori you into Larry you niggas fairy
Call you Tinkerbell yeah you little bitches and little women
All you sweet as hell like you Ben and Jerry, you feelin' dairy?
Well I'm about my cheese as well as if I'm fillin' bellies
If you don't think that we the sickest with bars, let me be the first
To change your heart then call me Christiaan Barnard

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dice Dinero]
The streets is hella cold but nigga that's what the burner's for
A nigga be kickin' styles that you motherfuckers ain't heard before
I'm all about confrontation, drama, beef, nigga murder, war
Leave you lyin' stiff in your house I turn you to furniture
I send you to purga-tor-y, now you Hell bound
I kill everything that move, even stand up dudes fell down
A nigga don't need to bond with you, I'm not trynna spell bound
My gun is my friend, it's magic'll leave you spellbound
Chyeah, I'm a boss touchin' more paper than a mail box
But I still rob you, take your luggage like a bell hop
I keep it real, straight up and down, fuck you clowns
I'm trynna fuck a round ass, but I don't fuck around
You suckers runnin' your mouth I gotta uppercut that'll muffle sound
Instead of you throwin' a punch you should be throwin' in a fuckin' towel
Pow pow, this pistol shootin' makin' your brain recline
You better play like you in the DMV and stay in line

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Demetrius Capone]
Fuck a pen and pencil I printed symbols on Egyptian temples
Mix it with a mental conniption and I'm skitzin' on instrumentals
Gifted, but Cryptic spittles, a riddle within a riddle
Then I'm givin' you the middle digit, my lyrics are beneficial
My lyrics been official, air tight seal-ables
This is how I make it rain, air strike killin' you
This ain't a fair fight, this is a mare night
This terror might, scissor you parasites
Like a pair of dykes tend to do
On some slave shit, I whip a nigga good
Don't get it twisted cause I whip a whipper good
I'm like a nigga that's finna get intimate, but he impotent
With the limpest dick and he wishin' that he could
Just pitch a tent, I wish a nigga would
Who wanna lock horns?
I send your soul on a train to hell
Cause I'm the -elius, like Don Corn
Mamba, cold blooded as Kobe Bryant
Kidnap your kid, and send that nigga to Kony's island

[Hook]




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Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
Papoose
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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