Dor de noi – DMC versuri

Versuri DMC – Dor de noi

Mi-ai promis ca o sa fim doar noi doi
Dar apoi ai bagat lumea intre noi
Imi spuneai ca nu are rost sa nu te caut
In caz ca te vei razgandi nu vreau sa aud.(dor de noi)

Calitatile mele le-ai pus in umbra ta mereu
De-o vreme tot aud de la tine ca nu-s genul tau
Ca nu-s destul de dedicat,ca sufletul imi e patat
Cu amintiri dupa fosta.. vorbesti tampenii defapt.

Cand eu chiar incercam sa ma apropii de tine
Da’ si tu incercai.. da-ncercai sa fugi de mine
Si acum toata vina pica doar asupra mea
Pai scuza-ma,nu-s vinovat pentru alegerea ta
Atatea certuri peste certuri,deja e rutina
Atatea faza peste faze,deja ma deprima
Atatea gesturi peste gesturi,deja sunt satul
Visam la un viitor comun dar nu gasesc rostul,oricum.

Imi e dor de noi,imi e dor de tine
piesa noastra pusa pe repeat, de ceva zile
Imi e dor de noi,imi e dor de tine
Am intrebarea asta pusa pe repeat: Ti-e dor de mine?! (x2)

Am avut incredere in noi ca la sfarsit sa pierd
Nu te gandii sa te-ntorci ca eu n-am de gand sa iert
Nu mai pot sa fac aceeasi greseala ca prima data
O relatie de durata-i de durata – n-o lasi balta
La sfarist.. ai aruncat cu cuvinte
Dupa atata timp sa stii ca inima tine minte
Am intrebari poate prea multe si raspunsuri prea putine
Am intrebarea asta pusa pe repeat: Ti-e dor de mine?!

Am trecut peste relatie,poate putin mai greu
Poate m-am dedicat prea mult,poate nu sunt de vina eu
Poate-i de la zodiac,poate asa-i scris in astre
Ala sa faca conjunctura cu aia si sa ma lase
Poate ca-s prea paranoic,poate imi iau prea multe filme
Ti-am dat inima intacta si mi-ai dat-o-n ruine!
Atunci cand ai plecat nu te-ai gandit ca iti va fii greu
Daca iti e dor de mine priveste-i sufletul tauuu!
Versuri DMC
Video noi

Joe Budden – Serious lyrics

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin’
Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella
I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show ’em what Joe ’bout
Give ’em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin’ now?
Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke ’bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin’ in Sos’ house
Ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand
Got bad news, sit ’em down, nah, nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you, “What you was sayin’, man?”
It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so… here they come

[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb
I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run
Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left
‘Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin’ like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin’ ’til it’s a heightened threat
Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin’ a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec
Y’all won’t even hear me comin’, Michael Myers’ steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin’ ’til no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath
I love new toys, so I invest

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho