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  • rem in monster albumunden hoş bir şarkı. dipnot olarak: kayıtta kullanılan gitar kurt cobain merhumunun rem gitaristi peter buck'a verdiği naçizane gitarıdır. sarki da zaten michael stipe in kankisi yine kurt cobain e adanmistir. dipnota gerek yoktur onemli olan şarkıdır,sözleridir:

    yeah, all those stars drip down like butter,
    promises are sweet,
    we hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them.
    we eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up

    hey, let me in.
    hey, let me in.

    i only wish that i could hear you whisper down,
    mister fisherman, to a less peculiar ground.
    he gathered up his loved ones and he brought them all around
    to say goodbye, nice try.

    hey, let me in.yeah yeah yeah
    hey, let me in.let me in.

    i had a mind to try to stop you.let me in.let me in.
    i've got tar on my feet and i can't see.
    all the birds look down and laugh at me.
    clumsy, crawling out of my skin.

    hey, let me in.yeah
    hey, let me in.
    hey, let me in.yeah
    hey, let me in.
  • johnny winterin 1991 albumu.
  • topla gel karşılığıyla tatmin edici sonuçlara ulaşabilecek anglo-sakson isteği
  • (bkz: count me in)
  • baştan sona giden o kirli gitar tonu öyle bi etki yaratır ki (yağmur yağıyormuş gibi, devamlı arkada), -niyeyse- kimsenin beğenmediği "monster" karşısında hizaya gelmeniz gerektiğini anlarsınız.
  • ing. al beni iceri
  • (bkz: let me go)
  • (bkz: are you in)(bkz: incubus)
  • aynı zamanda bir g-unit şarkısı.. young buck denen sıpa söylüyor.. 50 cent de işin içinde.

    [50 cent]

    yeah, its 50 cent, young buck
    we get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
    go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
    we party, harder than you can imagine
    you can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win

    [verse 1]
    [young buck]
    i feel attention when i walk in the club
    g-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
    gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
    i dont need security, this gorilla enough
    i came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
    so bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
    if you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
    she might neva come home again nigga, aight!
    teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like
    ridin' in ca$hville runnin all stop lights
    homie is that real, i pray i keep livin
    my momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison
    my daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him
    aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin
    tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
    50 holla get em' buck, you know im gunna get em'

    [chorus x2]
    i know you gonna let me shine n get mine
    i know you gonna let me in wit this nine
    i know you gonna smoke on my weed
    i know you gonna let me drink wit no i.d

    [verse 2]
    [young buck]
    i know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time
    take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
    i'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine
    niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs
    g-unit, the game! bitches doin wat tha thugs do
    g's, d's, vice, lords, crips n the blooz too
    move lemme come through
    aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
    i'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
    my goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin
    the handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
    just left ca$hville, bout to fly to miami
    hopin yayo watchin eminem, preform at the grammys
    niggaz like eric benet, prolly cant stand me
    i know money will make halle berry come outa them panties

    ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)

    [chorus x2]

    [verse 3]
    bet ya i can make them bounce back
    teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
    now where ya hood at? buck
    if you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
    who want beif, i aint come for no name callin
    dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'
    gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
    can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
    it's alright if you still on the block boy
    see ima cold young thug, not a hot boy
    you know i do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars
    as soon as they come home, i'll go n buy them all cars
    young buck!

    [chorus x2]

    [50 cent]
    we get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
    go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
    we party, harder than you can imagine
    you can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
  • yanilmiyorsam bu sarkida kullanilan gitar kurt'un jagstang'idir, ama mustang'i de olabilir, emin olamadim simdi.*