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Entourage, Various Artists
Entourage
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Release date:

2007

 
Duration: 55:53  
Size, Mb: 79,41  
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199

 
Price for album: 1.12 (discount 20%)  

 
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
Throw Some D's (Travis Barker Remix) Lyrics 04:01 211 6,05 0.10
2
You Know What It Is Lyrics
[Wyclef]
Ay Boy, Don't Spill My Drink Boy
Pull It!
Now Listen..(Grand Hustle homie)
Everybody report to the bloodclot dancefloor
Wyclef all hands on deck (you love the beat)
(boy you know what it is)

[T.I.P & Wyclef]
Ay, (brat), Ay (brat), Ay (brat)
Yo T.I.P, talk to them bloodclot

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
boy you know what it is

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P, let them little rock boys know how you movin
(Boy You Know What it is)

[T.I.P]
The wait is over here we go again I'm back in the plate
Gon sell another couple mill and take it back to tha 'A
Gon take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe
5 carats for the crib only b
I'm in big crusies 2 steppin with the gat in the waist
T.I. aint in the streets no more fo sho is that what they say?
No more cryin when you sayin boy you have to be great
Cuz that pistol will hit ya in ya face yall peeps will have to replate
That's if you like it and if ya trust me it wont hurt me to take
A Hundred thousand to them Haitians you'll be murdered today.

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
boy you know what it is

[Wyclef]
Yo T.I.P, some boy wanna playa hate,
Let em know who tha king of the south is!
Talk to em!

[T.I.P]
Women sweatin when they see me im apparently hot
Had the album of the year nigga grammy or not
Remember all day I used to stand in one spot
2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin handlin rocks
See me now? choppin, there aint a car I aint got
Im the #1 customer at my own car lot
If ya wanna know how much I make just imagine alot
Even tho I prolly gettin more then you'd imagine I got
listen close I need to know if you understand me or not
if ya disrespectin me you and your man'll get shot

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
boy you know what it is

[T.I.P]
Went from the King of the south, to the king of the states
Ridin in a car you probably never seen in the states
No Idea how much yay I can bring in the states
You could get a hundred of em for a million today
Lucus aint the only one who made a million a day
But it's an American Gangsta right here in ya face
And you dont wanna see P$C on the scene with a 'K
You think you running and prorobbin that aint even the case
And just because you get away that dont mean its okay
You a dead man walking and I mean it okay.

[T.I.P]
I'm a real nigga Homie
Show Six figga's on me
I got a pistol
You don't want it
But You know what it is
Im way fly-er
my pay is way higher
If they ever mention sire
Boy You know what it is
about that drama
You don't want no' problems
Goatta love that lama
But you know what it is
I get Money, all I count is big money
this is all you get from me
Boy you know what it is

[Wyclef]
Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done.
They guns sound like popcorn.
04:50 170 5,87 0.10
3
Wanna Know Lyrics 04:04 197 5,72 0.10
4
Southside Lyrics 04:03 170 4,91 0.10
5
Gone Daddy Gone/i Just Want To Make Love To You Lyrics 02:29 201 3,56 0.10
6
Salvador Lyrics
From here to salvador, the ladies dance
To fill us reckless sons with passions of the heart

Ive been round this town for so long, shes been dancing since the first day
Ive been all around but I love coming back to see lucy

She swings me over to pull me out,
Twirls around and I fall about, in giggles and laugher, oh Im plastered, cant damn help it Im sorry love

Whats to falling feeling feet
Great for bouncing round these streets
Theyre lonely like you, are for me, to ask for a dance or two

A heart of gold, and a face so pale, with a second hand dress and lips of a temptress

Bar stool banshee, howled out at me,
The kings and queens at the clubs evolved from pubs
And two much broken heart love
Singing up the blues in locked boxed bedroom,
a wop bop baloo bop ta wop bamboo
Are you going to take the chance
Why do you care no one plays fair
And neither do the lords of the dance

From here to Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart

Well its a bang bang Anglo Saxons at the disco
A tish you all fall down
Hound dogs round on the prowl
For the next young girl, who told her daddy,
Im going round Gemmas to learn and study, Im young and so free and Im kinda sexy, and when Im on the floor all the boys they feel me, and old dear diarys never been a friend of mine.

From here to Salvador, the ladies dance, to fill us reckless sons, with passions of the heart
03:33 197 5,02 0.10
7
I Ain't Hard To Find Lyrics 04:17 185 5,67 0.10
8
Alsatian Lyrics 04:35 234 7,67 0.10
9
Weekend Jumpoff Lyrics 03:58 193 5,46 0.10
10
Hip Hop Lyrics
Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, all my dogs

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain
I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack and not react
Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold
In the real world, these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world; it's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax;
Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the
facts
If you a fighter, rider, bouter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire
I'm gonna know it when I play it...

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh.
Who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gonna get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not;
MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' bout how much money they got, nigga all y'all records sound the same;
I sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video;
Monotonous material
Y'all don't hear me though these record labels slang our tapes like dope;
You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance?
A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate,
I just stay awake
This real hip hop, and it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block
They call it....

Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what

(repeat)
03:53 216 6,02 0.10
11
Jealous Lyrics 04:03 226 6,56 0.10
12
Don't Do That Lyrics 04:45 202 6,85 0.10
13
Passing The Hat Lyrics
Look up from the hymnal, look 'round at the faces of families closing their eyes
We're taking Communion and passing the offering hat around at the same time

I reached for the hat and take all the cash
And slide it into my ragged coat sleeve
And leave in its place a note to explain
All of the reasons that stealing has led me to leave
If there was a worthy cause for to give to
May I be so bold as to say
The givers not knowing where their money's going
Is as sinful as throwing away

Stained glasses shine on my red wine
And the sweat of my brow drips to my shaking knees
A small sacrifice to benefit one man's journey away from America's seas

Sweet sweet sigh of relief
Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea
Sweet sweet sigh of relief
Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea
Sweet sweet sigh of relief
Sweet sweet O Baltic Sea

Nobody here knows my name
Call it right or wrong
I bought my ticket just the same
03:25 169 4,13 0.10
14
Staring At The Sun Lyrics
cross the street from your storefront cemetery
hear me hailing from inside and realize

i am the conscience clear
in pain or ecstasy
and we were all weaned my dear
upon the same fatigue

staring at the sun
oh my own voice cannot save me now
standing in the sea
it's just one more breath
and then down i go

your mouth is open wide
the lover is inside
and all the tumults done
collided with the sign
you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your body's over me

note the trees because
the dirt is temporary
more to mine than fact face
name and monetary

be what you will
and then thrown down your life
oh it's a damned fine game
and we can play all night

beat the skins and let the
loose lips kiss you clean
quietly pour out like light
like light, like answering the sun

you're staring at the sun
you're standing in the sea
your mouth is open wide
you're trying hard to breathe
the water's at your neck
there's lightning in your teeth
your body's over me
03:59 209 5,92 0.10