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Viewing Lyrics for Roba Di Amilcare:

Artist:Paolo Conte
Taken from the album Assorted by Paolo Conte
Album:Assorted
Track:Roba Di Amilcare
 
Date Added:27/04/2015
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Lyrics:Dal lungomare di qualche paese francese
trafiggendo con gli occhi gli azzurri
guardava
laggi
Iho visto, guardava a sinistra una nebbia velata
l'ho visto, guardava Sanremo
lontana e italiana

Con sotto le scarpe silenzi di alta montagna
e dietro le spalle
guizzanti chitarre di Spagna
silenzio, bambino, st zitto non ridere o piangere
St bravo,
bambino, che qui sto parlando di Amilcare.

Con lui c'era Bigi, i lunghi capelli suoi
candidi
lisciati dal vento come onde atlantiche, elastiche,
con l'aria di due che hanno
trovato qualcosa,
volevo abbracciarli ma non mi veniva una scusa

poi in quel confuso
viavai come in un'autopista
mi sono sfuggiti e di colpo li ho persi di vista
st zitto,
bambino, silenzio non piangere o ridere
st bravo, bambino, che qui parlo sempre di
Amilcare.

Andavo a caccia di artisti anche menefreghisti,
artisti comunque, artisti
ovunque e comunque,
un po meglio di questi poeti di oggi qualunque
aedi del vuoto invocato
e non mai esplorato.

Cercavano uno per farsi contare una storia
che fosse inventata
o infuocata da antica memoria
bambino, non devi toccare, giocare o anche fingere
che
questa qui, vedi, bambino e roba di Amilcare.
 


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Bimos: Yo what's up man?
Scully B: Yo w'shup man?
Bimos: Yo you gotta let 'em know
where that Scully B is!
Scully B: I 'unno man but you know they be all just BITIN' MAN!!


Scully B:
J.O.B. tryin' to make green
Peoples always ask me what the
hell does that mean?
J is for the j--ks around the way
Who be standin' on the corner
almost every single day
O is for the others who can't understand
How gettin' a job
can improve a man
B's for the b--ch that lets you knock it
But only if you got that
cash in your pocket
She lets you rock her 'till the break o' dawn
And then skip town
when the cash is gone

Bimos: Aw yeah, Scully B got head!
Scully B: Yeah, you
know what I'm sayin' man, DAS what dey is!

Scully B:
Step into this jam,
damn, lookin' nice
Jealous s--ka punks thinkin' what a life
Well, since this is life
and nothing comes free
It's all about makin' that cash money
Grabbin' on my clothes,
girls screamin' my name
Well I guess that's just the price of fame
This bum asked
for change, (Yo, can I get some change, man?) lookin' kinda rugged
It's not that I fronted,
but I only carry 100's
Bump into this girl I ain't seen for a while
The girl flips
out and starts actin' wild
Now things like that I won't allow
'Cause girls like that
cold cramp my style

Bimos: Yo, she played you like that? Daaaamn! Yo, I woulda
kicked her in the neck!
Scully B: Oh. Is that what you did?

Jason X:

Drivin' in my Z down the avenue
Gangsta lean to the side and a 40 of brew
Hit my
breaks (screeeech!), who could it be?
Some nice round thighs and a big boo-ty
I said
"Baby, baby, I know what you like -
Turn that b--t around and I'll ride you like a bike."

She said "Yeah, man, I know what you mean ... "
Then she pulled down those designer
jeans
'Cause I'm the type of brother that just don't play
I waxed that b--t from
March till May
And just in case I get an overdose
I pass it on to my man Bimos


Scully B:
Stopped at the light on Atlantic Avenue
Aw, damn! Here
comes that Squeegee crew!
Brothers on the car like rats on cheese
Get off my car,
n---as, won't you please?
Stopped at the station to get me some gas
And here comes a
girl with a great big aaa
The closer she got, the more I knew
I had to take her to
the crib and do the dew
Ran in the store to get me some brew
A 3-pack of condoms and
a Charleston Chew
Back to the crib, didn't play no games
Had the fly girl screamin'
my name (SCULLY!!)
Finally realized the girl was a w----e
Put my foot in her ass,
she asked me for some more

Bimos: Oh, is DAT what she is?
Scully B:
(giggling

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