Papierflieger RMX

 
Paper Planes (Remix)  ==  M.I.A. Feat. Lil' Wayne & 50 Cent
Slumdog Millionaire Soundtrack

Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin,
i run it myself like a quarterback option,
I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping,
she buy herself some clothes,
and she brought me back a chopper,
see niggas tryna kick it,
but no I don't play socca,
I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker,
a package on the way you know my whip game proper,
and all for one key i see seventy thousand dollas,
Now i was shootin dice,
smokin on a joint, i bet wit Yo Gotti,
he hit five str8 points, we ovahere hustlin,
we ova here grindin,
you rap about money and nigga might sign ya,
you rap about me and a nogga might find ya,
Banana in ya ass, its what you hear right behind ya
dope game bitch, let his mama worry bout him,
you can holla at me for a fee
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
Fo 50 fo up under the hood with the hemi in it
Gaurantee you goin hear me way before that you see me in it (see me in it )
And when you see me you still can't see me my windows tinted (windows Tinted)
Im a menace, yeah I admit it, but still I got the digits (Ya)
Waited till im outa buisness (Buisness)
Bend it like acrobatics
Boy, better mind your business
We strapped with the automatics (Bliiii!!!)
Its about who paper stackin
Not bout who act the baddest (Baddest)
Grams, Im packin lincolns
Im good with the mathematics
I got a kilo on me (On me)
Im goin to see the homies (Homies)
Knowin if I get caught
That Im goin to see Big Coney (Coney)
I'm goin all out (Out)
Never hustle scary (Scary)
Im a thoroughbred (Ya)
Not your ordinary (Unn Uhh)
Bless my hustle berries (Berries)
Stricly bout ma cash (Ma Cash)
If I really need it (Need it)
I'm a wear a mask (Ya n***a)
Couple hundred slabs (Slabs)
In the paper bag (Bag)
And if we see the cops
F**k it
Dippin on they a$$
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
M.I.A.
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money


 
 

Papierflieger

 
Paper Planes  ==  M.I.A.
Slumdog Millionaire Soundtrack

I'll fly like a paper get high like planes
Catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here I'll make em all day
I'll get one done in a second if you wait

Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name

All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And take your money

Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit em
A leathal poison pon dey system

No one on the corner had swag like us
Hit me on up on a
Pre paid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell
Just pumping that gas

All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And take your money

Some some some o dem I murder
Some a some I let go

This is MIA
A third world democracy
I got more records than the KGB

So no funny business



 
 

Bullen im Nacken

Police On My Back == The Clash

Well I'm running police on my back
I've been hiding police on my back
There was a shooting police on my back
And the victim well he wont come back

What have I done?

I been running monday tuesday wednesday
Thursday friday saturday sunday runnin
monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
Saturday sunday

Yes, I'm running down the railway track
Could you help me? Police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
Wont you give me all the speed I lack

Zurück in Russia

 
Back In The USSR == The Beatles

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
Oh, the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah

Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey disconnect the phone
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boys
Back in the USSR

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind

Oh, show me round your snow peaked
mountain way down south
Take me to you daddy's farm
Let me hear you balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm
I'm back in the USSR
Hey, You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey