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Her er en spansk sang der hedder Cannabis af Ska-p:
...Y saco un papelillo, me preparo un cigarrillo
y una china pal canuto de hachís ¡HACHÍs!
Saca ya la china, "tron", ¡Venga ya esa china, "tron"
quémame la china "tron", ¡NO HAY CHINAS!

Saco un papelillo...
No hay chinas, no hay chinas hoy.
No hay chinas, no hay chinas hoy.

Saco un papelillo...
No hay chinas, no hay chinas hoy.
No hay chinas, no hay chinas hoy.

Legalegalización ¡CANNABIS!,
de calidad y barato
Legalegalización ¡CANNABIS!,
basta de prohibición.

Ni en Chueca, en La Latina, no hay en Tirso de Molina
ni en Vallekas ni siquiera en Chamberí ¡HACHÍS!
Yo quiero una china "tron", dame esa china "tron"
saca ya la china "tron" ¡NO HAY CHINA!

Sin cortarme un pelo, yo quiero mi caramelo
voy corriendo buscando ami amigo Alí ¡ALÍ!
Pásame una china "tron", yo quiero una china "tron"
una posturita "tron"
"No chinas, no chinas hoy"
¡NO CHINAS, NO CHINAS HOY!

Legalegalización...

¡CANNABIS, CANNABIS, CANNABIS!
Legalegalización
Yo te quiero Marihuana...

¡LEGALIZA, LEGALIZA!, ¡LE-GA-LI-ZA-CIÓN!
¡Basta ya de hipocresía!, ¡LE-GA-LI-ZA-CIÓN!
¡LE-GA-LI-ZA-CIÓN!

bamso> sjovt med den spanske, jeg har lagt den ud på min side...det inspirerede mig til at finde en gammel fransk sang frem jeg havde liggende også.

Det bliver en fin samling efterhånden! [img]images/smiles/icon_smile.gif[/img]

Hvad med noget manu chao?

Puff the magic dragon??

Zara> nu når du snakker om 'the drugs don't work', så læste jeg et interview med Jason Pierce fra Spiritualized/Spacemen 3. Han sagde at dengang forsangeren fra Verve havde hugget hans kone fra ham, der var han ikke sur på ham, men da han sagde at stofferne ikke virkede, så blev det bare for meget for ham! Han skal fandeme ikke sie at stofferne ikke virker! haha

BamSO>> FOr vildt! Jeg sad lige og troede jeg var den eneste der hørte Ska-P's Cannabis inden jeg tændte mine jays [img]images/smiles/icon_wink.gif[/img]

Jeg synes at omkvædet fra Welcome to Tijuana, med Manu Chao fortjener en plads i registret:

Welcome to Tijuana, tequila sex y marijuana...

Peace,
Tias.

Skinny Puppy - Addiction


desperate deranged talking in my sleep again eyes twitch retain a sentimental something looked lorn and we burned and burned I was a cinder body soul in my dreams breakdown amidst the mixtures avoid addictive plea responding disillusion encrusted cruelty describe why nails enclose me eating so evenly there exists a lot of reasons to support fatality abstience possessed hardly what you think it is hearts beat positive provided there's progress ignorance does insist of the right coffin took some food offered me can't see myself drank the wine wished the feverish burst of terror breakdown amidst the mixtures avoid addictive plea insist that nothing happened chilled

bloodless fatigue recharge with bitterness fanatics beckoning mistook a look impassioned absorbed with clarity consciousness drifts away discarded memory packaged shelf life bad display breakdown amidst the mixtures avoid addictive plea excessive necromances comfort is

treachery so pound the nails in tight eyes screaming out of sight against a grain like curtain unbearably alive


Skinny Puppy - Killing Game

fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost memories staircase twists darker rooms lit with left out toys after playing men changes toys into tools twisted playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons represents the killing game who taught the killing game who taught the killing game awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the temple door locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and nail nowhere to go quiet retraces forcing light tears then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded walls not quiet storms fury burned out killing time who taught the killing game time's taught the killing game herself no i taught the killing game first passing words distant pain remember trains of thought collide no one view window pushing faces through sharp cold glass poke bloody holes exposed i taught the killing game first i taught the killing game first till at last you regret tortured animals wake up time beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden strange no stronger feeling tempting motion slows to a crawl places his weaponry and it's a trap let go the springs snap shut gazes show sharper teeth giving in to the jaws of death i taught the killing game i taught the killing game first i taught i taught i taught the game first first first


[img]images/smiles/icon_rolleyes.gif[/img] Heroin..

Hvad med 'Smoke Two Joints' med The Toys som desuden er lavet i en super smød version af Sublime? Jeg tror generalt at det meste af The Toys numre handler om dope

BTW Jensus - sætningen slutter 'and ecstacy will smash your life' - vores alle sammens ven Dr. Alban har lavet en tåbelig version af den sang

Tom Petty "Lets get to the point and roll another joint" [img]images/smiles/icon_cool.gif[/img]

"I just took some ecstasy
aint no tellin' what the side-effects could be"

-Dre

"something something something - I get weeded
my daughter scribbled over that last line - I couldn't read it"

- Eminem

Steppenwolf - Magic carpet ride
Steppenwolf - The pusher
Steppeulvene - dunhammeraften

Hvad med technonumre gælder de??

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><HR>Originalt postet af gambianerged^:
BTW Jensus - sætningen slutter 'and ecstacy will smash your life' - vores alle sammens ven Dr. Alban har lavet en tåbelig version af den sang<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

Nix, det er deres version af en Dr. Alban sang. Altså så ville nogle folk sige at Rumble Rokkaz har lavet en tåbelig version af den sang [img]images/smiles/icon_wink.gif[/img]

techno gælder også, bare der er en tekst!

Hallucinogen - LSD : 'I believe with the advent of acid we discovered new way to think and it had to do with piecing together new thoughts of mind. Why is it that people think it's so evil? What is it about it that there is scares people so deeply? Because they are afraid that there is more to reality than they have ever confronted. That there are doors that they're afraid to go in and they don't want us to go in there either because if we go in, there we might learn something that they don't know. And that makes us a little out of their control.'
'He's losing his mind, and feels it going!'
'You're intoduced to lsd, an' it's not like taking some other drug for instance like marijuana or something, hm, well, you know, it's altogether a new thing, and you actually can have a religious experience, and, hm, and it can be even more important than reading the bible six times or becoming a pope or something like that, you know...'


Astral Projection - Dancing galaxy : 'The spice extends life, the spice expands consciousness. The spice is vital to space travel. Travel without moving' (Fra Dune)

Jeg lytter lige videre.

eek a mouse, ganja smuggling:

Biddy biddy bong bong......
Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top (?)
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
Me an me girl name Jane
Bang bang biddy bong bong......

Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where sufferation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
Mummy jus' a bawl "poor, poor, poor", me cry, she seh "son cry no more"
Bang bang biddy bong bong......

Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where tribulation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the floor
Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi really wan' go
Mama tell me "nah rob drug store, police beat yuh, mek yu back sore ,ey "
Bang bang biddy bong bong......

btw. med hensyn til citater fra hallucinogen så finder du vist det meste (alt? ) på hans officiele hjemmeside.

When I come home from work, I'm fiendin for an eight-ball
I got crack on my mind, I'm hearin cocaine call
Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff
Keep it a secret from my wife, cause she thinks I don't use drugs
There I was, bleedin from my nose and damn
I couldn't breathe but I'm still thinkin about the next gram
It's Friday night, I'm not trying to leave my crib doped
I'll kill myself while the dealer's eating Japanese food
I ain't got no pride, I'm buyin this shit
I'm lying to myself telling the runner I'm trying to quit
It's all make believe, I pretend that I'm true
When you give me credit, I'm dodging you every chance that I get to
Even if it's good, I'll sniff it up in a minute
Beep you back complain that you put too much cut in it
If you fall for that - and bring me a new sack
I'll be making more crazy faces than Jim Carrey on crack
Cause yo I'm ripped, I owe you loot, plus I annoy you
I deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for you
I got nerve, can you put them pills on my bill?
Yo I'll you we're friends and yo we don't even chill
I need drugs

I need drugs

Baking soda, cocaine, how sweet
I need to find me a crack pipe and I'm complete
I got these crack dealers chasing me through the cement jungle
Cuz they gave me shit to sell and yo I smoked the whole bundle
Yo I can't front - I got dope in my spleen
And I'm telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I'm thirty days clean
I won't die even with tuberculosis
I could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosage
You could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island
Or Rikers Island
My crack pipe is my violin
I play along to the police siren
My eyes squint looking for crack on the floor
picking up breadcrumbs and lint
I don't know who I am, ask me I couldn't say
I took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one day
Tried to go to rehab too but couldn't get admitted
And if there's money missing from your pocketbook you know who did it
I need drugs

I need drugs

As a young teen I started with marijuana
Then graduated to coke cuz I needed something stronger
Mescaline, dust, downers, injections sensation
I love to experience a patient's medication
I smoked the drugs off the back of my hands
All I need is a hit of it and I'll create a new dance
Protect yourself, baby cover yourself up
My body swings all over once my seizure erupts
Into a frenzy, on the phone I got thirty sack
But when we meet face-to-face, I got ten dollars less
Made up my mind, I'm quittin' I'm swearing in tears
I'm not gonna get high, I'll only drink bizz
Can't sit and wait for my dealer to come provide it
Gotta party to go to and I'm the only one invited
I search the entire house for the damn white mouse
And when I finally find it, I'll sniff the whole ounce
I need drugs

I need drugs

Dealer, listen to me
When I come home from work
Fiendin' for an eight-ball
Nose candy on my mind
I've come to realize, you need me
And if you want me to keep coppin'
Give me a free piece
It's my birthday
Yesterday
Anyway
I'm gonna go sniff this
I'll beep you in an hour
I hate you

af Necro

Xzibit´s "Shroomz" er nærmest en sang fuld af fede notater.. Her er et link til teksten :http://www.ohhla.com/anonymous/xzibit/40nightz/shroomz.x2z.txt

bare et lille udrag:

"now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
vitamin c chase
kill the taste
you can tell its nasty by the look on my face
dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up
and druggied down
see cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground
all natural"