T.I. featuring Justin Timberlake - Dead And Gone Lyric:-
[T.I talking]
Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man,
Nawt on some gangsta shit man on some real shit
Anybody who been through the same thing im sure you feel the same way
[Hook]
Ohh (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh.. (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and gone,
Dead and Gone, dead and…
[Verse 1]
Every had one of them days wish you would have stayed home,
Run into a group of niggas who gettin their hate on,
You walk by - they get wrong,
You reply then shit get blown,
Way out of proportion way bad discussion,
Just you against them pick one then rush them,
Figure you get jumped here thats next,
They don’t wanna stop there now they bustin,
Now you gushin ambulance rushin,
You to the hospital with a bad concusion,
Plus you hit four times but it hit yo spine,
Paralyzed waist down and ya wheelchair bound,
Never mind that now you lucky to be alive,
Just thinkin it all started fussin wit three guys,
Nigga pride in the way but your pride is the way you can f**k
around get shot down anyday,
Niggas die everyday,
All little bullshit, dope money, dice games, for their hood shit,
Could this be cuz of hip-hop music,
Or did the ones with the good sense not use it,
Usually niggas don’t know what to do when they back against the wall,
So they just start shootin,
For red or for blue or for blow I guess,
From Bankhead at the old projects,
No more stress now I’m straight,
Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my
family stake,
That part of me left yesterday
The harder me is strong today,
No regrets I’m blessed to say the old me dead and gon away,
[Hook]
Ohh (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh.. (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and gone,
Dead and Gone, dead and…
[Verse 2]
I ain’t neva been scared I live through tragic,
Situations could been dead lookin back at it,
Most of that shit didn’t even have to happen,
But you think about it when you out there trappin’,
In the appartments hangin’, smokin and rappin,
Niggas start shit next thing we know we cappin,
Get locked up then didn’t even get mad,
Now I think about that what a life I had,
Most of that shit look back just laugh,
Some shit still look back get sad,
Thinkin my home boy still be around had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time,
I won that fight I lost that war,
I could still see my nigga walkin out that door,
Who would of thought I’d never see Philant no more,
Got enough dead homies I don’t want no more,
Cuz a nigga his jump cost me more,
I’d a took that ass whoppin out for sure,
Now think before I risk my life,
Take them chances to get my stripes,
A nigga put his hands on me alright,
Otherwise stand there talk shit all night,
Cuz I hit you and you sue me,
I shoot you get locked up poor me,
No more stress now I’m straight,
Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my
family stake,
That part of me left yesterday
The harder me is strong today,
No regrets I’m blessed to say the old me dead and gon away,
[Hook]
Ohh (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and g
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T.I. Featuring Rihanna - Livin’ Your Life Lyric
(Rihanna):
You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars.
And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
Instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
You got no time for no inters.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it’ll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I’m a paper chaser.
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
(T.I.):
Nevermind what haters say, ignore them ’til they fade away.
Amazing they ungreat for after all the games I gave away.
Safe to say I paved the way, for you can’t get paid today.
You still be wasting days away, nah had I never saved the day.
Consider them my protégé, how much I think they should pay.
Instead of being gracious, they violated and made you wait.
I never been a hater still I love them, yeah I graze the way.
Some say they so yay and no they couldn’t even work on Labor day.
It aint that they black or white, their hands of area in shades of grey.
I’m West side anyway, even if I left the day it fades away.
Some move away to make a way not move away cause they afraid.
I’ll go back to the hood and all you ever did was hate away.
I pray for patience but they make me want to face away.
Like I once made them scream, now I could make them plead their case away.
Been thuggin’ all my life, can’t say I don’t deserve to take a break.
If you ever see me catch a case, and watch my future fade away.
(Rihanna):
You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars.
And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
Instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
You got no time for no inters.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it’ll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I’m a paper chaser.
Just living my life.
(T.I.):
I’m the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid.
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics.
Articulate but still would grab a nigga by the collar quick.
Whoever had problems, they reckonsile they just holla ’til.
If that don’t work and just fails, then turn around and follow ’til.
I got love for the game but ay I’m not in love with all of it.
I do without the fame and the rappers nowadays are comedy.
The hootin’ and the hollerin’, back and forth with the argueing.
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in.
Seems as though you lost sight of whats important with the positive.
And checks until your bank account, and you’re about poverted.
Your values is a disarrayed, prioritized are horribly.
Unhappy with the riches cause you pis-pone morraly.
Ignoring all prior advice and fore warning.
And we might be full of ourselves all of a sudden aren’t we?
(Rihanna):
You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars.
And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
Instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
You got no time for no inters.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it’ll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I’m a paper chaser.
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
So live your life.
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Oooooh
Put your loving hand out, baby
I'm beggin
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
Ridin high, when I was king
Played it hard and fast, cause I had everything
Walked away, won me then
But easy come and easy go
And it would end
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
So I eight tama dj let me go
Eight tama vj get me know
Eight tama sekeey let me know
But, I played that sj let me go
I'm on my knees when I'm (beggin)
Couse I don't want to lose (you)
I got my heart on spett
And I hope that my heart gets wet becouse I freak down a beck
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I need you, (yeeah) to understand
Tried so hard
To be your man
The kind of man you want in the end
Only then can I begin to live again
[Tshawe Baqwa]
An empty shell
I used to be
Shadow of my life
Was hangin over me
A broken man
Without a throne
Wont even stand the devils dance
To win my soul
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I am a chocen why am a chaisen
Boutam boutam, boutam plasment
Why me got got shit on the brayslett
Why then feel for that need a replacement
Your the wrong way track from the good
I wanna picka pickta having a good in jet
Like a audience inn a dest-way should
You can even the way have it to took the tampt anna
Keep losing on keep dosinn on keep
Boss befor not a call for sure
Keep hoe
Couse I don't wanna live whit the broken home girl a neck
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I'm fighting hard
To hold my own
No, I just can't make it
All alone
I'm holdin on
I can't fall back
Now that big brass ring
Is a shade of black
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
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Ryan asks Bran if he's going trick-or-treating, but Bran has better things to do...
Sorry that we're a few days late on this Halloween-themed episode, but we really had no other time to film it. Enjoy it belatedly.
(Episode 15 - Season 2)
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Thanks to Red Alien for most of the music. Bit near the end is by Jake Kaufman (virt.vgmix.com). Door sound effects are by Corsica_S and ignotus.
Lady Gaga:
A Red One
Konvict
Gaga
Ive had a little bit too much(much)
All of the people start to rush.
Start to rush babe.
How does he twist the dance?
Cant find my drink or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
Whats go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I cant see straight anymore.
Keep it cool whats the name of this club?
I cant remember but its alright, alright.
Chorus:
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.
Lady Gaga:
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth. (mouth)
Howd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe.
Control your poison babe
Roses with thorns they say.
And were all gettin hosed tonight.
Whats go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I cant see straight anymore.
Keep it cool whats the name of this club?
I cant remember but its alright, alright.
[Chorus]
Colby Donis:
When I come through on the dance floor checkin out that catalogue.
Cant believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.
And I aint gonn give it up, steady tryna pick it up like the car
Ima hit it, Ima hit it and flex until the til done until tomorrow yeah.
Shawty I can see that you got so much energy
The way you twirling up them hips round and round
Theres no reason, I know why you cant leave here with me
In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down.
[Chorus]
Lady Gaga:
Im psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
Im psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
Im psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
Im psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
Lady Gaga:
Go. Use your muscle comin out work and hustle
Akon:
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Lady Gaga:
Go slow. Drive it, clean it like so clean its been molesto,
Akon:
I got it,
Lady Gaga:
And your popped collin
[Chorus]
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