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Here s the story of a poor loser
From the wrong side of the street
Yes, he s a born loser
It?s the world he?s trying to beat
And though he once tried to cross over
All he met there was defeat

And it?s the story of a bid winner
Who?ll rub you out and rub it in
Yes, and he won?t let you forget it
He?s gonna get right under your skin
I bet you anything he don?t come out
The same door he went in

Some people say it?s no win or lose
But how you play the game
It don?t apply when stakes are high
And when these tow are playing

So let?s go back now to this poor loser
He?s lying on his bed
He?s gotta big chip on his shoulder
He?s got a light bulb over his head
And he thinks: what if that bad winner
Were to have a little accident

Na nasze wesele zajedzie kareta
zaprzężona w białe konie,
a pierwszym drużbą będzie poeta -
gitarę chwyci w dłonie,
by śpiewać piękne wiersze o Tobie,
jakich ja śpiewać nie umiem.
Potem ja Ciebie wezmę na ręce,
zaniosę tam, e a
gdzie szczęścia będzie najwięcej.

Weźmiemy ze sobą...

Always thinkin of you
I got a one track mind
You?re on it all the time
I really gotta get with you girl
There?s a jam tonight
You?re the one who rocks my world
I hope you show
Cause then you?ll know

Good guys only win in movies

Computerised half read...
My mother was a teacher...
I-i-i-i-including the captain
May I send, may I send...
My mother was a teacher...
Computerised half read...
Captain, Ch-ch-ch-ch-captain...
I was happy, I was happy, I was happy...
I was happy, may I send...
My mother was a teacher...
I had walked by the wall, so ?
Captain, chap, chap...
I was happy, I...

Psalm Abrahama

& Zbigniew Książek

Jak mogłaś wątpić Saro
Że syna zrodzić możesz
Co znaczy twoja starość
Skoro Pan wszystko może

Pod dębami, pod dębami Mamre
Pod dębami, pod dębami Mamre

W skwarze tamtego lata
W znoju przebytej drogi
Abraham Panu Świata
Z pyłu obmywał nogi

Pod dębami, pod dębami Mamre
Pod dębami, pod dębami Mamre

Jak mogłaś wątpić Saro
Że syna zrodzić możesz
Co znaczy twoja...

On da grind

[Daz]
It s been a long time since you ve heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can t stop, can t quit, cause we on da grind

[Daz] (Kurupt)