Tag: Al Pacino


Headie One – Hear No Evil Lyrics (feat. Future)


We get money and brand new Pradas
I can’t front ’cause niggas be ballin’
I got the bando jumpin’ like Spalding
Get your hit up, get sliced in the face
Ain’t no love for no nigga who hate
I got the hood on lock, it’s laced
Ain’t no witnesses, ain’t no traces
Pluto

Yuh, hear no evil, see no evil (Turn, turn)
Lil’ bro done a drill while I was in Dubai eatin’ seafood (Turn, turn, turn, turn, woo, turn, ayy)
When that block pop, no diesel
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun too [?]
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (Bah, bah)
Get down or lay it down, our smoke and theirs ain’t got the same sound
On the bando floor, there’s needles
Not a wire or strip in your mouth
Never can we sleep on the [?]
Right now we’re just throwin’ Ls down
Our hustle was the way of livin’
They ain’t see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles (Ayy)
But we not playin’ foul, money, respect, and power
Opp man still tryna chase that clout
But we fill the air with gunpowder
Bad b come to the niz
Eyes up, face down, she in love with the flick
Said her ledge is wet, lookin’ like I let her come on my wrist
All the times I whipped
I left her as a D on the sink
All the times that I lost that smoke
I had the Fed tryna search for my prints (Ah, ah)
When I think it’s run, though
When I rise, I’m not brushin’ my teeth (Turn)
I run up those dreams, still holdin’ my heart
Still holdin’ my soul, I got it in ink, yeah

Hear no evil, see no evil
On the bando floor was needles
We do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin’ the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin’ vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent a kilo
Got my magazine like Benzino
Breakin’ up bank three days like CeeLo
Makin’ a movie, Al Pacino
Split your throat, it’s like a free throw
Hop in a ghost with a bag, your P.O.
Hoppin’ in Paris like I’m mobbin’ in Rio
They can’t compare me, I’m livin’ la vida
Wrappin’ up bail, I’m like a burrito
Talk on the head, tryna get my C notes (Turn, turn)

Hear no evil, see no evil
To show you I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O.
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with [?], G17 is a free-throw

We go outta cup for the peoples
My life’s like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin’ advice to the juvies
Five lanes and [?]
I ride it around like I’m new to this
I know these VVS, they jewelers

That’s us in the night, red light
And the dawg goes off, I know it’s tried
Leave me alone, I don’t know who scattered
The phone’s not mine, I don’t know them class
He was tight and we would fly them
You was high, then was was glidin’
Off that safety be hurt your landin’
Purple spread, coronavirus
Scoreboard done whitewashed
Sir, are the opps in mind?
That’s fine, that’s keepers, but we can’t find them
Thought an extra man on E like Cyrus
Throw that in two-two, throw that it on niners
Would’ve been added, but it ain’t at ya
Crossed on M-P when it went empty
Man just pissed ’cause they wanna be like us
Look at the timepieces, timeless
Look at the nuzzles, silent
Lifestyle flicky, step with a blicky, act is violent
Whole world isn’t safe, I better be sittin’ all pretty
Hear no evil, see no evil, she wanna buy the boy like Diddy

My lifestyle, look at the flick of the wrist
Lookin’ hot when you’re flippin’ the brick
Forty-one points, VVS on swish
Livin’ this life in the cameras and lights
Hell of a life when you covered in ice
Had the hot boys, I can get precise
Takin’ her down on a private flight
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder

Hear no evil, see no evil
To show you I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O.
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with [?], G17 is a free-throw
We go outta cup for the peoples
My life’s like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin’ advice to the juvies
Five lanes and [?]
I ride it around like I’m new to this
I know these VVS, they jewelers

Rasta boy, [?], bomboclaat, slice the throat
Rasta boy, [?], bomboclaat, slice the throat
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder


Tres Coronas – La Vuelta Lyrics


(pno) – Usted sabe la vuelta, viejo rocca
(rocca) – Claro, pacerito. Aca con plata, hacemos lo que los da la gana!
(pno) – La fama, los carros, las mujeres~
(rocca) – Y todo, yo hago lo que me da la gana! Compro aviones, arreglo todo lo que pasa en mi pais. Si o no? El mic paga, hermano! Si~

(ROCCA)
Yo, Yo~
Plata, sexo, casino
Cuban links estilo latino
Quiere chino
Vino fino
Gozar como Al Pacino
Carro de lujo uno cada semana te juro
Puro oro del duro
Churro te llaman papi chulo
Imagínate que de pobre te vuelva rico
Que tenga el mundo a sus pies soñé cuando era chico
Digo pa’lante sigo
Giro por avenidas de la vida
La suerte sale como lotería y yo quería
Ser un hombre sin vicio más sencillo
Pero el sistema en el cual vivo mis Sueños pillo
Si yo
Pudiera cambiare el mundo a mi manera
Sin clases sociales, ni razas una sola bandera
Pagaría las deudas externas de mi patria
Y de todo América latina
Del globo más
No daría nada al fisco
Ni un centavo al estado pago mis deudas y chao
Bancos en Suiza
Tratos de millonarios
Salarios agrarios
Tanto sueño Realizados que muero sin llantos
Si el rap paga
Sigo esta saga no es plaga
El hip hop me trama
Fama glamour Tahití, Bahamas
Full damas
Palmas
Seguro llamas, clamas
Mi nombre por las grandes avenidas
Este mundo es para mi la vuelta es mía

(Coro)
Pana, busco lana
Get~Get~Get money
Pero nunca mi alma

Pana, busco lana
Get~Get~Get money

Pero nunca mi alma

Pana, busco lana
Get~Get~Get money
Pero nunca mi alma

(P.N.O)
Lujos carros estrellas y mujeres bellas
Botellas de marca aquellas
Canciones plebeyas con caleñas
Yo quiero un jet privado
Viajar a todo lado
Bailar en playas y tener a todo el mundo apoderado
Para comprar mansiones regalársela a los pobres
Sin razones son dones
Para mejor educaciones
Ser el Robin Hood Colombiano
Robarle al gobierno y los que no tienen darles la mano, hermano
Saunas, jacussi
Champaña con Lola y Lucy
Joyas y rubíes
Producir
Y pronto salir en las movies
Ser el más elegante
Con oro y diamante a mate
Cine, plata smokin y blancos guantes
Burbujas, landcruissers, lexus bimas
Monteros con cuadros de botero
Voy de primero
Y empiece de cero
Mucho dinero
España, Alemania o París con finca raíz
Para tener la familia Feliz
Dueños de haciendas
Almacenes y tiendas
Con prendas costosas en Tiendas
Cuando hay billete pues tenga
Es saberla hacer
Aprovechar placer
Poner empeño y lograr el poder

They can’t hang with these deeds
We put niggas on their knees
If they wanna approach us

Hispanos we Got that shit under control
f*ck that!!

(Coro)
Pana, busco lana
Get~Get~Get money
Pero nunca mi alma

Pana, busco lana
Get~Get~Get money
Pero nunca mi alma

Pana, busco lana
Get~Get~Get money
Pero nunca mi alma


M.I.A. – Reload Lyrics


Ok Reload
?????
Ok Reload
Like Scarface, Al Pacino

[Verse 1]
You got some nerve talking shit about me
When you ain’t that phat tho (??)
Yeah yeah be the time
Now it’s time I’m coming off my parole
??? the time with Bently, the gold, the yoga, Prada, Louis V ???
?????
?????
????? I spit on the ground
You don’t know? Had to be ?????
????? back home

[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down
Gonna get you from all around
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down
Gonna get you from all around

[Verse 2]
We’re much to young
???? fell far too deep
Ok cocaine now
Ganja, rizzla, sensimilia
????
???? playa
Let me see what you got on
Yeah yeah tracksuit still with your hoodie on
‘Member that girl that you called Lose (???)
Yeah last week I saw her ?????
‘Cause I know I know shit
Nothing on me she got the goods

[Pre-Hook]
Is you down
?? around
It’s ok
I’ll be good
Is you down
From all around
Well that’s ok
Shit’s tired anyway

[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down?
Gonna get you from all around

[Verse 3]
You got your head switched
You came into ????
Yeah yeah I’m a heartbreaker
What happened to you
Aren’t you ????
I want Public Enemy back
Chatty Flava and ???
Who gon’ come save us
Have to fight back that popstars’ bullshit

[Hook]
Ok Reload
Coming at you like Al Pacino
Is you down?
Gonna get you from all around
Well that’s ok
Shit’s tired anyway
Is you down?
Gonna get you from all around

[Continues]


Andy Milonakis – Fuck Your Instagram Lyrics


[Intro]
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Verse 1]
All these fake fucks always be fake flexing
Flicks [?] who you sexting
Pics of your bands but you know that you rent though
Talking bout foreigns but you know it’s a rental
All these hoes taking pics of cappuccino
Fake thugs tryna look like Al Pacino
All these thots playing [?]
Asking for a follow so their Insta glows

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram

[Verse 2]
You ain’t never left the states boy
I’m at [?] sipping grapes boy
So many stamps on my passport
This is the life that you asked for
Enough mirror pics [?]
Fuck your lame house and your dumb clique
I bet when you posted you thought you were the shit
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?

[Chorus]
I’m on the island going ham
I call your bitch and we got plans
Always mad you ain’t got fans
Fuck your gram
Fuck your gram
Fuck your Instagram
Fuck your Instagram

[Outro]
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick-dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?
Did anyone tell you that you look like a dick?


Lil Yachty – Freestyle on Funk Flex Lyrics


Nigga, free Reese, free Nino
The world is mine like I’m Al Pacino
Got more money than a lil’ casino
Got caught fuckin’ on a bitch and her boyfriend walked in wearin’ full Chinos
Hopped out the back door, ran a four flat
That was like way back
Nowadays I just sit and laugh
Chopstick long as one giraffe
And I’m comin’ through, clear the whole path
Walked in the damn spot, it was all… team of niggas, fuck the whole staff
Goddamn, nigga, too playa
Why you hate? ‘Cause I’m too rare
Young nigga, I’m a fresh prince, coulda bought a crib out in Bel Air
Fuckin’ on a bitch from Delaware
$30,000 on a new coat, call PETA up, gon’ and soak it in
Tag still hangin’ from it, had it for a year and I ain’t even broke it in
Diamond choker so tight, tried to lift it up, shit did not go over chin
In the studio with Migo gang, everything we make is propane
Call ten bitches from the Blue Flame
Fuck ’em all, we ain’t even know their name
Front row at the ball game
Who that is dunkin’? Shit, that’s what’s his name
I don’t even fuckin’ watch sports but my backyard like a golf course
Niggas hatin’, on my dick and shit, I got more guns than a task force
When I talk, my voice kinda high
Niggas hatin’ usually sound kinda hoarse
My ex-bitch is built like a horse, she was 27, I was 19
Shawty there was a real stallion
But I ain’t trust her, feel like shawty there was wildin’
Young nigga, bitch, I’m QC, you can see this shit through the gold medallion
After this I’m out to Staten Island, got a young bitch, she be really stallin’
My young nigga tote a dirty K, I call him Dirty Dan, he’ll flip your van
Kick your door hard as Jackie Chan
Take your chain right up off your nightstand, lil’ nigga


Wiz Khalifa – Long Way To Go Lyrics


[Intro]
Ah
That’s just how the fuck it is
Fucking punk
It’s fucking bosses over here man
Leave that shit to them little niggas, real talk
We out with it
Uh

[Verse 1]
Don’t leave the door open coz we smoking
Proceed with caution when you approaching
Jump in my ride, I’m getting ghost
Don’t ever go no where without my bro’s
Round the best, you get exposed
Them execs we ain’t sweating those
I’m in sweatpants looking for the remote
Rocking better clothes than the ones that was fly before
When it get down to paper, I’m trynna get the highest portion
Pull out the old school just so I can slide the Porsche in
I worked hard for mine, french bulldogs all in the yard
Won’t change course or fall off
Paid the cost to be the boss
When you the man you don’t play your hand
You deal the cards
Me I’m owning the building and smoking weed in every room in it
Pulling up high as fuck to your event
Shirt open, my chains swanging
Don’t rep the gang if you can’t hang

It’s simple as yet
Matter of fact the shit is kinda complex
So don’t try this at home
Fuck around and learn something young little nigga

It’s bigger than nino, we know
We last generation that’s worshipping Al Pacino
Seen it first hand in Casino
But nigga’s gotta go down that road to find out
I smoked a couple j’s i rolled a couple more fore’ I’m out
You ever been to where I’m from you probably know
What I’m bout
Stay ready for the occasion
Time equals money that’s the equation
You nigga’s look funny trynna ride the wave
I hope that you crash
And nobody dive in and save you
They call it the game, watch how they play you
My life is a movie, you wanna stay through
Still think I’m the realest nigga to this day
Them other nigga’s is hand made
Under pressure they break
I just do this for my gang’s sake
I don’t get time away
I’ma light this j

[Chorus]
We don’t stop hustling
No, never
We don’t stop grinding
Hell naw
We don’t stop going hard
Nope
Made a lot of paper but I got a long way to go
We don’t stop hustling
No, never
We don’t stop grinding
Hell naw
We don’t stop going hard
Nope
Made a lot of paper but I got a long way to go

[Outro]
This is a really big performance for me like
This is something that I kinda take seriously
I love performing, I love being in front of people
Like the festival crowds are always dope
So it’s just something that I not only look forward to
But I try and make sure I’m really prepared for
So I can go out there and just have the best show


Alles auf rot – Capo songtexte


Songtexte Capo – Alles auf rot

Draußen ist Vollmond
Ich glaube, mein Kopf ist Pilot
Es geht um Euros
Roulette – ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
Draußen ist Vollmond
Ich glaube, mein Kopf ist Pilot
Es geht um Euros
Der Zigarrenrauch hängt in der Luft.(alles auf rot)

Royal Casino
Mit einem doppelten Whiskey auf Eis, Whiskey auf Eis
Don Corleone Vito
Es ist Capo di tutti, du weißt
Nutte, alle meine Chicos
Schmuggeln Kokain per Speedboot, Ware Carditos aus Puerto Rico
Der Kontaktmann aus Kuba ist Vollblut auf Koka
Genauso wie Al Pacino, genauso wie Al Pacino
Genauso wie Al Pacino.

Draußen ist Vollmond
Draußen ist Vollmond
Mein Kopf ist Pilot
Mein Kopf ist Pilot
Es geht um Million’n
Es geht um Million’n
Roulette – ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
alleees auf Rot, alleees auf Rot, alleees auf Rot
Roulette – ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
Sogar mein Haus und mein Boot, ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
Aber es müsste sich lohn’n, ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
Denn ich weiß, es geht um Million’n, ich setz’ alleees auf Ro-o-o-o-ot
Ich setz’ alleees auf Rot.

Auf der Jagd nach einer Bergvilla
In España und Marbella, Marbella
Aussicht aufs Meer, Digga
Hinter uns sind Favelas, Favelas, Favelas.

Heute geh’ ich aufs Ganze, aber es müsste sich lohn’n
Heute geh’ ich aufs Ganze, Roulette – ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
Ich geh’ aufs Ganze, aber es müsste sich lohn’n
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alleees auf Rot, alleees auf Rot, alleees auf Rot
Roulette – ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
Sogar mein Haus und mein Boot, ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
Aber es müsste sich lohn’n, ich setz’ alleees auf Rot
Denn ich weiß, es geht um Million’n, ich setz’ alleees auf Ro-o-o-o-ot
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