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Wiley – Find The Energy Lyrics

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[Intro: Wiley, Caramel Brownie]

Yo, this is Eskiboy and Caramel Brownie
This one produced by Caramel Brownie, listen up
Yo, we’re doin’ this ting
‘Boy Better Know’ big up Jme, CEO (Boy Better Know)
Shut your mout’
Ay, listen

[Verse: Wiley,Caramel Brownie]

Find it in the [?] if you can’t keep up
[??] can’t keep up
If you don’t know me then go on Google
Type in Eskiboy and then you can read up
Yo my name’s Caramel Brownie
And you on the low can’t read us
I don’t know what it takes to defeat us
Play games ‘cause you can never cheat us
You should see how the crowd they greet us
So excited they been dying to meet us
Other mixed-doubles in the game can’t beat us
I don’t know who in the game is gonna lead us
They will [?] then try and retrieve us
I’m sayin’ go-away A&R, leave us
I’m sayin’ to the [?]
We’ll sign-up [?] underground call us when you need us
She’s clued up, we’re old school
Like the front of your old trainers: glued up
Check the programme, watch how we move up
Wanna spit on the beat, it’s already been chewed up
It’s all good if you wanna hear new stuff
I got new stuff, slew [n snipe?] and [?] a too tough
Please don’t [?] act too rough
Normal, slap ‘em in the head with a ruler
[?] when I wear Dior’s
Got a problem with me or
[??????]
Watch me, I’ll piss on your family tree or
I’ll spit on the door let ‘em know that it’s me or
I’ll egg the windows, laugh at me or
Keep a straight-face stand stiff in the place
Can’t take my place, not two, or three or
We’re number one, you say you can’t see or
Might you be lying, see or, she saw
[?] makin’ P or
Makin’ up ground in the game like we are
I’m a changed character
Ain’t the same calibre
I don’t need a manager
Stick with me or travel your own path
What am I doin’? Don’t ask
I’m perfecting my flow to the tee or
Somethin’ like that
We make the hard [track?] spitters in the game
Wanna roll with me or
Go against me or
Try not to pay me what they owe me or
I’m gonna hav’ta hit the road
Smash up your black old MG or
You don’t wanna get a [?] for a key or
[??????]
The groove’s at the door, then you come with me or
[?] you come with me or

Kollegah – Purple Was The Haze That They Gave Me (feat. Favorite & Karate Andi) (Golden Era Tourtape Album)

[Part 1: Favorite]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nuttensohn, wir finden dich sowieso wie Blut
Wir schmuggeln Koks, improvisiertes Flugfeld
Auch ohne Instinkt würd’ ich dich sowieso finden
Denn du smellst [?] am stinken
Brutality, Drive-By aus ‘ner Mustangkarre
Hab’ ich zu Lust, riecht in deiner Hood die Luft nach Knarre
Wir schießen auf dich mit der MG
Du willst 2Pac dissen, ey, lieber nicht, ich kenn’ den

[Hook: Kollegah]
Smoke weed, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah
Blow trees, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah
Smoke weed, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah
Blow trees, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah

[Part 2: Kollegah & Koree]
Auf White-Lines und Pill’n im Nightliner chill’n
Mit breiten Pupill’n wie im Zeichentrickfilm
Ein Glas von dem Johnnie, Gras und ‘ne Molly
Und die Jungs sind dichter als der Bartwuchs von Koree
Narcotic-Storys, Lifestyle Rock ‘n’ Roll
Primetime, krasse Show, Highlife, up in smoke
Chill’ im Gold Gym Muscleshirt
Krieg’ von Dana aus Stuttgart ‘ne Massage vor dem Sony-Flachbildschirm
Chicks im Backstage, da denkt Koree sich breit:
Was für Volljährigkeit, ey, was soll’n die Details?
Ali streut sich paar Lines auf mein’n Autogrammkarten
Die länger sind als unsere Autobahnfahrten

[Hook: Kollegah]
Smoke weed, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah
Blow trees, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah
Smoke weed, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah
Blow trees, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah

[Part 3: Karate Andi]
Immer wenn ich vor dem Puff vorfahr’
Pfeifen die Spatzen von den Dächern: „Jetzt ist Lustlord da!“
Ich interessiere mich für Drogen wie ein Suchtforscher
Und lese höchstens Bücher, spiel’ ich grade Book of Ra (Jackpot)
Ah, ich bin wie Truckfahrer am saufen
Doch mein lachsfarbenes Outfit passt zur Yachtmaster 3000 (yay yay)
Triff mich im Wald, wo ich Fliegenpilze pflück’
Nur zu hohen Feiertagen wird der Fliesentisch geschmückt

[Hook: Kollegah]
Smoke weed, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah
Blow trees, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah
Smoke weed, purple was the haze that they gave me, yeah, yeah

Cake – Short Skirt / Long Jacket letras

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who’s fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facilities
And picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete, to cut through red tape

With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass
She is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facilities and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long, long jacket

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
At City Bank we will meet accidentally
We’ll start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a car with a cup holder armrest
She wants a car that will get her there
She’s changing her name
From Kitty to Karen
She’s trading her MG for a white Chrysler LeBaron
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket