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*old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X* [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit' Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse In a white tee lookin for wifie Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say my car's topless Say the titties is out, newness here's the anthem Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit' Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah I been that You know I click-clack where you and yor men's at Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringing '88 back [Chorus: Nas] They shootin'! -- Aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin'! -- Aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' Big/"big" money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? [Verse 2: Nas] This ain't rappin, this is Street-Hop Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot My live niggaz lit up the reefer Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper Don't start none, won't be none No reason for your mans to panic You don't wanna see no ambulances Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup That's the way you get Timberland'd up Let the music diffuse all the tension Ball or convention, free admission Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept All my just-comin' homies, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phoney Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty [Chorus] *thugs chanting "Bravehearts!" 4X over DJ scratching gunshots* [Verse 3: Nas] I see niggaz runnin', yo my mood is real rude I lay you out, show you what steel do Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk hazas Like Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa" Maybach Benz, back seat, tv plasma Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers Whatever you choose, whatever you do Make sure he a thug and intelligent too Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love Lemme feel how the head is Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest *record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella* And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit' My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness |
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Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p p Pump Pump it up (Just Blaze) We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uhh) Verse 1: Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up she want work that, twork that Then again lemme hurt that, murk that Til ya gotta hurt back Can't spit it out Boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (Uuh) Chorus: Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up Bridge: I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I've been plottin' to get She can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p Pump Pump it up Verse 2: OK, we was leaving we was done Then she said "Can my people's come" Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me going out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uuh) (Chorus) Verse 3: Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross-world find cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put ya mind to it (Get it) Think about it the game is bad playa Ain't it bad playa Don't worry Joey will change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa I got the set boards to bring it back playa Bang and clap playa Front man no longer playin' the back playa Plain as that playa 808's pumpin' bang the track playa Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa Look, whatchu want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is j j j jump off j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off (Uuh, uuh, uuh) |
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Arf arf
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr) Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted This rap shit, is mine Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game Fuck what you heard It's what you hearin It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) It's what you hearin (Listen) [Verse 1] X gon give it to ya Fuck waitin for you to get it on your own X gon deliver to ya Knock knock, open up the door, it's real Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel Go hard gettin busy wit it But I got such a good heart That I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it Damn right and I'll do it again Cuz I am right so I gots to win Break bread wit the enemy But no matter how many cats I break bread wit I'll break who you sendin me You motherfuckers never wanted nothin But your life saved, BITCH, and that's for the light day I'm gettin down, down Like a nigga said freeze But won't be the one endin up on his knees Bitch please, If the only thing you cats did was came out to play Stay out my way, motherfucker [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, DON'T LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Once] [Verse 2] Ain't never gave nothin to me But everytime I turn around Cats got they hands out wantin something from me I ain't got it so you can't get it Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it Hit it wit full strength I'm a jail nigga So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen You against me, me against you Whatever, whenever Nigga fuck you gon do? I'm a wolf in sheep clothing Only nigga that you know that can chill Come back and get the streets open I've been doing this for nineteen years Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears I put in work and it's all for the kids But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!) They don't know who we be Lookin! but they don't know who they see nigga! [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Once] [Verse 3] Aiiyo where my niggaz at?! I know I got them down in the game Give em love and they give it back Talk too much for too long (What?!) Don't give up your too strong (What?!) Dog to da wild wild hunniez Shoutout to niggaz that done it And it ain't even about the dough It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo Fo real [Chorus: DMX] First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya [Repeat Twice] |
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[Intro] Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy [Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok. [Young Chris:] That's right. [Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy. [Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets] Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz. 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down. The girls, the girls they love us (say what). (Look she right thurr). (Her man he right thurr). [Verse |
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Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh
Honestly If I tell tell you what What you want to know love There ain't another Don't want no other lover I put nothing above ya I kick them to the gutter You try to shake me but wound up loving me crazy now Look at us lately and tell them who's your lady I'd never thought you'd be the one Make me shine brighter than the sun There ain't no ups and downs no in and out to here right now If you want me to stay I'll never leave If you want me to stay We'll always be If you want me to stay Love endlessly If you want me to stay If you want me to stay I'll never leave you Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh Now all your loving that We're happy it's a fact Can't nothing hold us back We got this in the bag There ain't no maybe no questions love you daily now Look at us lately and tell them who's your lady I'd never thought you'd be the one Make me shine brighter than the sun There ain't no ups and downs no in and out to here right now If you want me to stay I'll never leave If you want me to stay We'll always be If you want me to stay Love endlessly If you want me to stay If you want me to stay I'll never leave you Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh Uh oh |
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Got somebody she's a beauty Very special really and truly Take good care of me like it's her duty Want you right by my side night and day No lettting go No holding back Because you are my lady When I'm with you its all a that Girl I, am so glad we've dated No letting go No holding back No holding Back no When I'm with you it's all a that All a that They say good things must come to an end But I'm optimistic about being your friend Though I made you cry by my doings With Keisha and Annesha but that Was back then Really appreciate you loving me After all that we've been thru Really appreciate you loving me All times,time |
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Huh, leaders listen to these words I'm utterin'
Firmly, I ain't stutterin' Look around can't you see my people sufferin' The future is weak and it's gutterin', well Born as a sufferer, grew up as a sufferer Struggle as a sufferer, mek it as a sufferer Fight as a sufferer, survive as a sufferer Yutes inna di ghetto, well, di most a dem a sufferer Nuff a mob police to clear dem rights true dem a sufferer Innocent da one yah deh fi tek care a di sufferer Eat as a sufferer, di pressure really sufferer Mi a tell yuh mi a prime minister fah di sufferer Who know we nuh parliament give somethin' to da sufferer Who nuh wait a government provide fah di sufferer Food fah di sufferer, shelter fah di sufferer Get some better schools intelligence a fah di sufferer Politicians get gi guns and give it to da sufferer Sufferer go get di gun and shoot anotha sufferer Who full up di prison yuh nuh see a pure sufferer Who full up a dozen hospital a pure sufferer Mama she a sufferer, papa he a sufferer Caan mek mi children grow up tun sufferer Almost sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay someway So sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay Elevate di pirate and di eagle dem a sufferer Peace to be a Africa but dung yah we a sufferer Get di silver and di gold antique, we as di sufferer Di rich is gettin' richer while di people yah di sufferer Tek whole heap a religion fah weh we a di sufferer Who call got di boast yuh nuh see see all di sufferer Caan stop di sufferer hard workin' sufferer Di system designed to keep di people dat's sufferer Why di politicians get deprived inna di sufferer? Strivin' sufferer survivin' sufferer Yutes dem a di ghetto some happy just sufferer Someone will tun inna robbin' dem ago dung fah di sufferer Almost sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay someway So sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay Born as a sufferer, grew up as a sufferer Struggle as a sufferer, mek it as a sufferer Fight as a sufferer, survive as a sufferer Yutes inna di ghetto, well, di most a dem a sufferer Nuff a mob police to clear dem rights true dem a sufferer Innocent da one yah deh fi tek care a di sufferer Eat as a sufferer, di pressure really sufferer Mi a tell yuh mi a prime minister fah di sufferer Who know we nuh parliament give somethin' to da sufferer Who nuh wait a government provide fah di sufferer Food fah di sufferer, shelter fah di sufferer Get some better schools intelligence a fah di sufferer Politicians get gi guns and give it to da sufferer Sufferer go get di gun and shoot anotha sufferer Who full up di prison yuh nuh see a pure sufferer Who full up a dozen hospital a pure sufferer Mama she a sufferer, papa he a sufferer Caan mek mi children grow up tun sufferer Almost sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay someway So sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay Almost sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay someway So sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay Almost sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay someway So sorry, I'm sad to say, you can't stop me, not today I've been workin' to get my pay, my pay, my pay, my pay ... |
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And mi seh bless di woman a di earth!!! And a mi nuh same high make up di blame high Sizzla Kalonji di woman true mi name high, cho! And mi seh step up inna frontli-iiine, phat sexy gal dem Kalonji grind Step up inna frontli-iiine, fire fi di man dem weh go ride man behind Chorus: Di woman seh pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum She waan mi ram it up vroom!!! Di woman seh pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum Shot battybwoy my big gun boom!!! Pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum She waan mi ram it up vroom!!! Di woman seh pump up har! pump up har! come pump up har! um! Verse 1: Dem yah ghetto yutes dem know dem roots dem know dem culture Bun Babylon dem movin like a vulture Cau dat one high comin like sculpture Some bwoy leak, di ting nuh parish nah go bulgar Who? True mi bun di Pope dem she mi vulgar A test mi hand fah fingerprint and gun sulfah Di yutes, inna di ghetto dem di powers it a wow fah Pretty black woman come yah!!! Chorus: Kalonji yah pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum She waan mi ram it up vroom!!! Di woman seh pump up har! come pump up har! Come pump up har pum pum! Verse 2: Loose or less I pull di whole a har button Phat sexy gal dem legs mi go open If she dat real red she seh dat a nuh nuttin Kalonji great har wid mi arms dem open Hey yah fi site, waan it a day and she waan it a night Tell mi how much mi mek she feel alright Pretty black woman mi know yuh light a shine bright yuh waan hear har voice Chorus: When mi a pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum She waan mi ram it up vroom!!! Di woman seh pump up har pum pum pump up har! Shot babylon my big gun boom!!! Di woman seh pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum She waan mi ram it up vroom!!! Di woman seh pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum Verse 3: Hey Sizzla Kalonji seh step up inna frontli-iine Phat sexy gal dem rastaman grind Step up inna frontli-iiine, fire fi di man dem weh go ride man behind Pretty black woman di whole a dem mi haffi love dem up Pretty black woman Kalonji haffi love dem up Pretty black woman mi come yah so fi touch dem up But bwoy nuh chat good bout di woman dem mi lust dem up A dat a happen? Soft like a silk and she soft like a cotton Woman a moan when she start get mi button Mi gi har di lovin and di whole bumboclaat bed ago flatten Chorus: Di woman seh pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum She waan mi ram it up vroom!!! Di woman seh pump up har! come pump up har! Come pump up har pum pum! Verse 4: This yah one it is emergency! She seh waan all my love she get it urgently Kalonji dress clean and dat fi all di girls dem see, hey! Wah! Hey! Cho! Sizzla Kalonji mi seh inna frontli-iiine Fire fi di man dem weh go ride man behind Step up inna frontli-iiine, phat sexy gal dem Kalonji grind Chorus: Mi tell har seh pump up har pum pum pump up har pum pum She waan mi ram it up vroom!!! Mi tell har seh pump up har! come pump up har! Shot Babylon and a mi gun boom! Repeat Verse 1 Repeat Verse 2 Repeat chorus till end |
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[Cam'Ron] + (women)
Hey ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right) All right - and we gon' get it on tonight You smoke? (I smoke) I drink (me too) Well good - cause we gon' get high tonight Got drops (got coups) got trucks (got jeeps) All right - cause we gon' take a ride tonight So ma (whassup?) Let's slide (all right) All right - and we gon' get it on tonight [Juelz Santana] Yo, now I was downtown clubbin, ladies night Seen shorty she was crazy right And I approach baby like, 'Ma, what's your age and type?' She looked at me and said, 'Youse a baby right?' I told her, 'I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like And I know what ladies like Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe Come with me, come stay the night' She looked at me laughin; like boy your game is tight I'm laughin back like sho' you right - get in the car And don't touch nuttin, sit in the car Let's discuss somethin - either we lovin or I'll see you tommorow Now we speedin up the Westside Hand creepin up her left side, I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home Now let's get it on [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like Cam stop frontin, on that Dave Hollister Tip Come over let's swallow and sip, I'm like momma is sick I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks (Why?) They all say I'm rotten and rich But not her, booby's real, high heel dooby feel Plus got them Gucci nails, uh You a cutie still (still) And this my down girl too, ain't no groupie deal We left the movies with uzis, Suzuki wheels To the jacuzzi, I tell you my booby's real I mean she do be winnin, looey spinnin Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen I see booby grinnin She looked and said, 'Cam, I know that you be sinnin' Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range ma'am (Look) I got a whole new game plan Looked and said, 'That's nuttin but game Cam' She was right; she was up in the Range man (she know me) Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin the cell That's right, I had to call up L [Cam] + (Juelz) Yo L (whattup?) I hit (what else) Plus dome (say word) and we got it on tonight [Chorus] |
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(Ashanti:) Aw baby (aw baby)
(Irv Gotti:) Yeah, murda inc (Ashanti:) I wanna love you babe (Irv Gotti:) hahahahhaha (Ashanti:) Wanna love you babe, ooh baby (Irv Gotti:) Ashanti, chapter two, let's rock it (chorus: Ashanti) Can you rock with me (aw baby) Non-stop with me Can you take it to the top with me I just wanna love you baby (love ya babe) Always thinking of you babe Can you roll with me (ooh baby) All over me Can you take control of me I just wanna love you baby Always thinking of you baby (Verse-1:) I think I like how your body feel next to me Aw baby when you kissing me, aw baby when you loving me I can't describe what I want to do to you tonight Aw baby when you come to me, I'll make it so you'll never leave (chorus: Ashanti) Can you rock with me (aw baby) Non-stop with me (stop with me) Can you take it to the top with me I just wanna love you baby (love ya babe) Always thinking of you babe (wanna love you babe) Can you roll with me (ooh baby) All over me (over me) Can you take control of me I just wanna love you baby (love you babe) Always thinking of you baby (Verse-1:) See I don't know if I can handle you as just a friend Aw baby I can't pretend, aw baby I'm so far in But I don't mind as long as I could have you in my life Aw baby I'm satisfied, even if you're not just mine (chorus: Ashanti) Can you rock with me (aw baby) Non-stop with me (Ohhh, no) Can you take it to the top with me I just wanna love you baby (I wanna love ya babe) Always thinking of you babe (thinking of you) Can you roll with me (ooh baby) All over me (over me) Can you take control of me I just wanna love you baby (love you) Always thinking of you baby (Verse-3:) boy u make me wanna say (Aw baby, aw baby, ooh baby, ooh baby) if you feel me help me say (Aw baby, aw baby, ooh baby, ooh baby) (chorus: Ashanti) Can you rock with me (aw baby) Non-stop with me (I wanna rock with you) Can you take it to the top with me I just wanna love you baby (Oh) Always thinking of you babe (yeah, yeah-yeah) Can you roll with me (ooh baby) All over me (over me) Can you take control of me I just wanna love you baby (yeah, yeah) (Oh yeah) Always thinking of you baby (baby, baby) Can you rock with me (aw baby) Non-stop with me (stop with me) Can you take it to the top with me (no babe) I just wanna love you baby (I wanna love you babe) Always thinking of you babe (I'm thinking of you babe) Can you roll with me (ooh baby) All over me (Ohhhh) Can you take control of me I just wanna love you baby (Oohhh) Always thinking of you baby (I wanna love you babe) Oh, mmmm, love you babe Mmmm, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Oh mmmm, love you babe Mmmm, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, I dedicate this one to all my dogs n all thugs across da globe (all over).
My big bulla my jackass corn I cant believe my black brother dead ah gone yuh miss a friend turn yuh lighter in da air like this dis one is da bad man anthem for life Shizzle my nizzle put yuh lighter in da air (put dem inna di air) Bad man ah bad man Ah we no rob man ohh bad man no freak man Gunshot ah beat man bad man no support caine same way jamaican stay Bad man no play play Pass mi di A.K Anytime yuh buk up pan a real bad man Jus hol your fist ah give di toppa toppa someway My gun tall up to da sky So go suck yuh mumma dry So yuh can take it Yeah, Bangla give him a face lift My gun put yuh in a hole rest my glack against yuh mole So yuh can take it Yeah, Garden give him a face lift BAD MAN TIME!! Greet dem,greet dem,greet dem see di enemy ah come (come) Greet dem nah capri till di hole a dem done Greet dem,greet dem,greet dem see si enemy ah come Mi ah capri till me dun dem ah di hole a dem run. Greet dem,greet dem,greet dem,see di enemy ah come Greet dem nah capri dem till di hole a dem done Greet dem, greet dem, greet dem,see di enemy ah come Mi nah capri dem till mi kill dem an di hole a dem humm. My gun tall up to da sky So go suck yuh mumma dry So yuh can take it Bangla give him a face lift My gun put yuh in a hole Rest my glack against yuh mole So yuh can take it Yeah Garden give him a face lift. Bad man ah bad man Ah we no rob man Oh bad man no freak man Gunshot a beat man bad man no support caine Same way jamaican stay Yeah bad man no play play pass mi di A.K Anytime yuh buk up pan a real bad mann Jus hol your fist an give di toppa toppa somewayyyy. My gun tall up to da sky So go suck yuh mumma dry So yuh can take it Bangla give him a face lift My gun put yuh in a hole Rest my glack against yuh mole So yuh can take it Yeah, Garden give him a face lift BAD MAN TIME!!!! Enemy, enemy,enemy see di enemy ah come Bust it up,Bust it up,Bust it upwatch dem ah run Enemy,enemy,enemy mi see ah come Bust it up,bust it up,bust it up mek dem run Greet dem, greet dem, greet dem see di enemy ah come Greet dem, nah capri dem till di hole a dem done Greet dem, greet dem, greet dem see di enemy ah come Mi ah capri dem till me kill dem an di hole a dem done My gun tall up to da sky So go suck yuh mumma dry So yuh can take it Seaview give him a face lift My gun put yuh in a hole Rest my glack against yuh mole So yuh can take it Yeah, Garden give him a face lift Yeah Coming from Montego Bay I stop in Gully, Flanka, Salem I reach down to Ochi Rios But first i pass rite in Trilawny Shizzle my Nizzle den I reach down to Ochi Come thru Flatbridge I stop in Spanish Town I hail up to all my gangsta friends Yeah den i reach over Village Hail up Pen Henry and those family. |
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A di badman anthem, a fi di badman dem....humm.... [Chorus:] War start again, badman name dem a call up (Call up) Pass mi di tall up tall up (Tall up) Anyting a anyting we dun prepare fi war Enemy a walk up dat's when mi tall up So mi haffi draw fi mi tall up tall up lives gone again Tivoli, Rema, Southside, Jungle, Matches Lane man a storm up inna bungle Nah beg nuh friend, nah beg nuh friend Nah beg nuh friend from nuh enemy, man a gangsta fi life Badbwoy caan tek we stripe [Verse 1:] Salute to every badman....... Badman a buss a gun name di tall up tall up Last time we buss at election tall up Run out a liter muma Frank and crawl up Junglist rise up di tall up tall up Tall up long and drop missle mi caan walk So mi haffi shoot di tall up pon mi hand cart Police a come Tivoli man ranch off Weh mi have mi army and di first man stand off Man a buss a gun name di tall up tall up Last time we buss it at election tall up Run out a liter muma Frank and crawl up Tivoli rise up di tall up tall up Right to di scheme wid di tall up tall up Vibration alone, lift di mall up Sure to mi self tall up nah stall up Par but inna yuh face, tall up crawl up........ [Interlude:] Know dat, badman tung yuh better tell yuh friend dem...hummm... [Chorus:] War start again, badman name dem a call up (Call up) Pass mi di tall up tall up (Tall up) Anyting a anyting we dun prepare fi war Enemy a walk up dat's when mi tall up So mi haffi draw fi mi tall up tall up lives gone again Tivoli, Rema, Southside, Jungle, Matches Lane man a storm up inna bungle Nah beg nuh friend, nah beg nuh friend Nah beg nuh friend from nuh enemy, man a gangsta fi life Badbwoy caan tek we stripe [Verse 2:] Yo! How yuh fi diss TG and Jungle? Who a buss di tall up nuff inna bungle Riverton man leff yuh body pon dungle Spanishtown posse did form on a fumble How yuh fi diss Matches Lane and Southside? Lock up inna house, caan come outside Tall up buss like through yuh mouthside Yuh must fi waan people find yuh pon roadside Bobby Khan a buss up di tall up tall up Last time we buss it at election tall up Run a di liter muma Frank and crawl up Rounds up rise up di tall up tall up Flatbush a buss a gun name di tall up tall up Vietnam buss it at election tall up Run out a liter muma Frank and crawl up TG, gimme the tall up tall up, come on!!! [Interlude:] Shizzle, Eleizzle, a war........ [Repeat chorus, verse 1 & 2 till end] |
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Yeah, I dedicate this one to all my dogs n all thugs across da globe (all over).
My big bulla my jackass corn I cant believe my black brother dead ah gone Yuh miss a friend turn yuh lighter in da air like this Dis one is da bad man anthem for life Shizzle my nizzle Put yuh lighter in da air (put dem inna di air) Bad man ah bad man Ah we no rob man Ohh bad man no freak man Gunshot ah beat man Bad man no support caine Same way jamaican stay Bad man no play play Pass mi di A.K Anytime yuh buk up pan a real bad man Jus hol your fist ah give di toppa toppa someway My gun tall up to da sky So go suck yuh mumma dry So yuh can take it Yeah, Bangla give him a face lift My gun put yuh in a hole Rest my glack against yuh mole So yuh can take it Yeah, Garden give him a face lift BAD MAN TIME!! Greet dem,greet dem,greet dem see di enemy ah come (come) Greet dem nah capri till di hole a dem done Greet dem,greet dem,greet dem see si enemy ah come Mi ah capri till me dun dem ah di hole a dem run. Greet dem,greet dem,greet dem,see di enemy ah come Greet dem nah capri dem till di hole a dem done Greet dem, greet dem, greet dem,see di enemy ah come Mi nah capri dem till mi kill dem an di hole a dem humm. My gun tall up to da sky So go suck yuh mumma dry So yuh can take it Bangla give him a face lift My gun put yuh in a hole Rest my glack against yuh mole So yuh can take it Yeah Garden give him a face lift. Bad man ah bad man Ah we no rob man Oh bad man no freak man Gunshot a beat man Bad man no support caine Same way jamaican stay Yeah bad man no play play Pass mi di A.K Anytime yuh buk up pan a real bad mann Jus hol your fist an give di toppa toppa somewayyyy. My gun tall up to da sky So go suck yuh mumma dry So yuh can take it Bangla give him a face lift My gun put yuh in a hole Rest my glack against yuh mole So yuh can take it Yeah, Garden give him a face lift BAD MAN TIME!!!! Enemy, enemy,enemy see di enemy ah come Bust it up,Bust it up,Bust it upwatch dem ah run Enemy,enemy,enemy mi see ah come Bust it up,bust it up,bust it up mek dem run Greet dem, greet dem, greet dem see di enemy ah come Greet dem, nah capri dem till di hole a dem done Greet dem, greet dem, greet dem see di enemy ah come Mi ah capri dem till me kill dem an di hole a dem done My gun tall up to da sky So go suck yuh mumma dry So yuh can take it Seaview give him a face lift My gun put yuh in a hole Rest my glack against yuh mole So yuh can take it Yeah, Garden give him a face lift Yeah Coming from Montego Bay I stop in Gully, Flanka, Salem I reach down to Ochi Rios But first i pass rite in Trilawny Shizzle my Nizzle den I reach down to Ochi Come thru Flatbridge I stop in Spanish Town I hail up to all my gangsta friends Yeah den i reach over Village Hail up Pen Henry and those family. |
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i get diamonds big old pearls
brand new cars cuz i got my girl she my best friend she keeps it real i love my nookie, nookie pay my bills that juicy juicy that juicy juicy that juicy juicy that juicy juicy its so pretty she so sweet she good wet and deep (chorus) nookie real good that nookie real good nookie real good that nookie real good that nookie of the chain go own and do yo thang nookie real good that nookie real good ya mama dont like me she say im no good what she dont know is i got u nookie wooped u need this nookie he smell this nookie he taste this nookie he gotta pay for nookie nookie nookie that nookie nookie that nookie nookie that nookie nookie police pull me over they dont write no tickets all between my legs trying to lick (chorus) girl i dont pay for weed i get in clubs free in v i p and we drinking bubbly its so fat to be in gstrings and its so swole leave a print in my jeans that juicy juicy that juicy juicy that juicy juicy that juicy juicy collect calls from jail he just want some soup trying to get home he want to beat it up (chorus) american nookie hatian nookie cuban nookie bahamian nookie pueto rican nookie jamacian nookie girls we got power cuz we got nookie (chorus) |
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Shawty so crunk she comin out her clothes dick so big got caught in her thoart. do it hurt?(yeah) do it hurt?(hell yeah) one nut, two nuts that's what you get when you leta nigga lick that clit do you like it?(yeah) want to a nigga to bite it?(hell yeah) from the ceiling To the flo Till that hoe don't want no more That bitch better have my doe suck it(repeat over) lick it (repeat over) Niggas, I'ma tell yea you can't trust a bitch faras you can smell em' you better lick that stamp and mail em' back over there to the otha fella I care less(like i pose to) Always gotta stay fresh (like I 'pose to) Don't tolerate that stress(like i 'pose to) I'll punch a bitch in the breast (in the chest) I caught up with this ho she sucked my dick behind the store and I skeeted all in her thoat Then a nigga had to go I had to roll. Then I'm looking for another headhunter Georgia Dome Put your mouth on the dick give me Geargia Dome I love pussy pussy good but it always bleed when it's time of the month come, bitch eat yo dick [chorus] Fuck nigga that's enough said. See a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka) USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka Low self-esteem nigga can't out mack her Bring her to the world of a low down nigga She the bomb You gotta past a ho round nigga here she come And all boxers fall shawty gon play them balls Bitch please I'm hotter than 400 degrees The only time you use your mouth is when you get on your knees. So Don't speak you shouldn't be saying nothing at all cause it's hard to talk with a mouth full of dick and balls So put it in your mouth and blow Put it deep down in your thoat Nigga like me don't want to hear that shit so do what the fuck you been told [chours] I smoke by myself I drank by myself I fuck these hoes by my got damn self You smoke by your self You drank by your self You fuck these niggas by your got damn self I said forget about them women that love to get ate out You'll be eatin'Red Loster she'll suck your thang off That's full-course meal for a nigga like me I'ma starve cause i ain't gon eat Now I don't eat nothing that get up and walk away Somebody I gotta look at face to face I say ew, that's nasty Nigga if you want to eat it you can have it (YAA!!!) [chours] |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Repeat 10X] Yeah (c'mon!) [Verse One: Foxy] Not too many chicks can rap to this Spit sick the flow be so accurate Ill Na Na and Def Jam is backin' it Feel my words, I'm oh so passionate They like to hear me talk greasy Bitches stay shook in my presence, they walk easy Acting all thirsty, hope they not irk me Tits are still perky, skin is still hershy Yes, I'm well known to flip fast Yes, I still shop on Fifth Ave We toured out, that's what we all bout Kevin Lyor-ed out, Christian Dior-ed out My shades are all Chanel-ed out and The beat is straight Pharell-ed up and My words are what explains my mind I'm here, I'm back again, the game is mine [Chorus: Pharell] Yeah (c'mon!) - {*Repeat 16X*} [Verse Two: Foxy] FB, there ain't no equivalent The flow is oh so belligerent The hood love the style that I'm delivering Fox is hip hop, they just can't rid of this And all the pain and shit I went through And all the foul niggas I been through The world is mine, I'm back to grind You know you the best when rap dudes go at you But see my rep is so amazing The streets, the hood are still craving I still be rockin' in my Gucci but switched it up to Emilio Pucci I love it when hoes try to roll up Cuz once they see Fox they fold up And quickly switch they whole flow up BK, I throw it up, feet stay, Manolo-ed up [Chorus] [Verse Three: Foxy] Huhh, the Bentley, H2, the Rover I'm back, this rap game is over From Nas, the Firm and Young Hova Fox a young soldier, will cock a toaster Young Fox, the new version of Roxanne The streets talking like what's her next plan Is she signed to Puff now or Def Jam That go to show y'all niggas, I'm the best man [Chorus] - repeat until fade |
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This is for my number one This is for my number one This is for my number one True baby for I adore [Verse 1] This is hard to say I wanna make sure I go about this in the right way Cuz lately I been busy a lot And I know you don't feel appreciated and what not I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes Now I talk real foul and slick Every other sentence is, "You make me sick" Back in the days I was your number one pick Now your heart's hair-broken and that's hard to fix I had to dig deep inside myself Cuz I can't see you bouncin' with somebody else It's a long journey back to the place we was When I was too embarrased to admit I was in love And you was my good girl that wouldn't give it up I can't let us self-destruct [Hook: Marc Dorsey] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Verse 2] When I think about the things we did And I think about you having my kids And I think about us sharing a crib Losin' all that, God forbid You deserve flowers and candy, the simple things In addition to the SL's, bigets and rings Instead I walk around like I'm a king And having you ain't nothing but a thing I even stopped tellin' you the lovin' was good Too busy frontin' in the hood Baby girl, hold me tight don't ever let go I'ma do it real gentle baby, nice and slow One more chance baby and don't say no Cuz I got another side to show Some say love is painful it helps you grow Well it's time for the pain to go, ya'know [Hook] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Bridge x2] Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) So let's laugh together, cry together God willin' we gon' die together [Verse 3] It's a brand new me, a brand new you A brand new day, sky so blue Hold my hand while I walk with you Sit on my lap, lemme talk to you No more games callin' you foul names Actin' like females is all the same I'm gon' love you better, my mentality changed From this day forward I'll never be the same I'ma rub your lower back, share my dreams I love you, lemme show you what I mean Give you the deepest love a girl ever seen Watch you sleep, so peaceful and serene A toast to the queen, you're back in my life But this time I'ma do it right Trust me, from the bottom of my heart Nothin's gonna tear us apart, promise [Hook x2] Baby smile today Cuz I been on that journey always I'm gon' love you better When your friends'll see you too Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do I'm gon' love you better [Bridge x2] Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) Do you think I meant to hurt you? (No) So let's laugh together, cry together God willin' we gon' die together |
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I got everything
I want in my life except a girlfriend Woo Ah, B2k Just coped a Bentely and it's parked in my garage its 2:00 im pullin' in for my massage and everywhere they know just who we are there they go, it's them ghetto superstars the latest throwbacks and them ones on my feet get out the benz and then i'm off up the jeep takein flicks with chicks that look like 'licia keys all of that i'm still missing one thing (whoa) a girlfriend( hey) girlfriend ( everything i wanted) i need a girlfriend (yeah) girlfriend ( and everything i) girlfriend (oh) girlfriend ( would you be my) would you be my girlfriend ( hey) ,girlfriend we hit the mall , i buy you prada nike suits i'm being pampered while i'm chillin by the pool from the show to the limo to the club and to the end showin nothin but some love got plenty clothes plenty ice plenty cash i'm pretty swole, pretty abs, pretty shhhhhh i got every single thing THAT I NEED except for a main squeeze i need a girlfriend ( oh) girlfriend i need a girlfriend ( oh) girlfriend ( i need, i need) girlfriend ( a girlfriend) ( would you be my) would you be my girlfriend ( girlfriend) yeah yeah tell me who's gonna be my girlfriend and who out there needs a real man and who's gonna ride or die for me who's gonna give b2k what they need i need a thick with big hips that's just my motivation no more game preparation, this is pimperation she must be ready and steady for a romance session i'm talkin willin to learn a lil fizz lesson now she playin it again and now we argurin talkin girls, talk mess and tellin all her friends but i seen this new chick tonight and ima make her my girlfriend my girlfriend i need a girlfriend, girlfriend ( someone to call my own) i need a girlfriend ( spend some money on) girlfriend ( and i'm gonna take her out) a girlfriend ( to show her what i'm all about) girlfriend( ey,hey,oh,ho) would you be my girlfriend, girlfriend ( no, no,no,no) yeah....... hey a girlfriend tender oh hey, hey |
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Dr Dre: Marshall, sounds like an S. O. S. Eminem: Holy wack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're f***ing right! Dr Dre: To the rap mobile, let's go! Lady: Marshall! Marshall! Eminem: bi***es and Gentleman! It's showtime! Hurry, hurry step right up! Introducing the star of our show, his name is... Lady: Marshall! Eminem: You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without futher adieu, I bring to you... Lady: Marshall! Verse N1: Your bout to witness hip hop in its Most pourest, most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest, known artist Chip off the old block but old doc is back! Looks like Batman, brought his own Robin Oh god, Sadam's got his own Laden With his own private plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pairs, plums, oranges VRRM VRRM Yeah, here I come My inches away from you, here fear none Hip hop is in a state of 911, so Chorus 2x: Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the sh** down On these clowns, can i get a witness? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Verse N2: Dre gotta move fast, gotta perform mirracles Gee willycores Dre, holly bat syllables Look at all the bullsh** that goes on in Gotham When I'm gone time to get rid of these rap criminals So, skip to your lou, while I do what I do best You ain't even impressed no more, you used to it Flows too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it was till everyone knows the sh** The most hated on outta all those who say it hate it On an eighties songs and Exagerate it all So much They make it all up There's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People when you rapping and you know what for The show must go on, so I'd like to welcome ya'll To Marshall and Andre's carnival C'mon, now! Chorus 2x: Verse N3: It's just like old times, the dynamic duo Two old friends, why panic? You allready know whos capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center 8 0 0 You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton, play career russian roulett And never even seen me blinging get me busting a sweat People stepping over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see a MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats, and be so breezy Jesus, how can sh** be so easy How can one Sandra be so leavy Turn on these beats MC's dont see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna agree when we leave, dawg fo sheezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me 'Til we broke kids, get weird and disappear into the mountains Nothing but clowns down here But we, ain't f***ing around round here Yo Dre! Dr Dre: Whuddup? Eminem: Can I get a hell yeah? Dr Dre: Hell Yeah Chorus 2x: Outro: Eminem: So there you have it folks Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullsh** does not pay Because Lady: Marshall! Eminem: And Andre are here to stay and never go away Until our dying day, until we're old and grey Lady: Marshall! Eminem: So until next times friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Goodnight everyone, thank you for coming Your host for the evening Lady: Marshall! Eminem: Oh, hah |
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Yeah, uh huh, Black Roses time Well yuh dun know, a di return of di greatest Dancer of all time (*Hands clapping in the background*) (Round of applause!!!!) Fadda Bogle, buss di place Gi dem di style (Uh huh) buss di style (Uh huh) Mr. Bogle have di new brand style (Wah) Gi dem di style (Wah) buss di style (Wah) Fadda, oh, cool Chorus: Well a brand new dance Roses come a promote Oonu row like a boat oonu row like a boat Whole dancehall a rock from coast to coast Oonu row like a boat oonu row like a boat Rock to di wave then yuh draw fi yuh rope Then yuh row like a boat then yuh Row like a boat Whole dancehall a rock from coast to coast Row like a boat, row like a boat Verse 1: Ok! So raggamuffin him muffin Yuh raggamuffin from a child Mr. Bogle originate dat style Bogle dance world dance A dance gone dung inna mi file Cau him and Armstrong just come born for awhile Then urkel dance mek di place get wild Then him remix, a find a brand new style Then him zip it and log it And him fly out for awhile And return wid a new brand style....Well!!!! Chorus: Well a brand new dance Roses come a promote Oonu row like a boat oonu row like a boat Di whole dancehall a rock from coast to coast Oonu row like a boat oonu row like a boat Rock to di wave then yuh draw fi yuh rope Then yuh row like a boat then yuh Row like a boat Di whole dancehall a rock from coast to coast Oonu row like a boat.... Verse 2: Yo! Seh him a di hottest and him a di greatest Win any contest but di gal dem a di Sexy young dem phat Test on di gal dem a di nicest When dem a dance dem a princess So mi lift up oonu, short dress Hand up inna di air Cau Beenie Man a tell yuh this (Explain now) So mi go so, set yuh foot Like a stride yuh a stride And, set yuh hand like yuh a run yuh nah hide And, check yuh compass look pon di tide And, then yuh glide and, then yuh glide And, when yuh see see water get clear And, a nuh wear bout nuh shark round there Just, take yuh paddle and wave inna di air And, all road to Half A Tree Square Chorus: Cause a brand new dance Roses come a promote Oonu row like a boat oonu row like a boat Whole dancehall a rock from coast to coast Oonu row like a boat oonu row like a boat Rock to di wave then yuh draw fi yuh rope Then yuh row like a boat then yuh Row like a boat Whole dancehall a rock from coast to coast Row like a boat (Oh na na na na na na) Bridge: Come get di style, come get di style (Uh) Seh Mr. Bogle have di brand new style Come get di style, come get di style Seh Mr. Bogle have di brand new style It raggamuffin him muffin him muffin Him muffin him muffin Raggamuffin him muffin him muffin Him muffin him muffin Raggamuffin him muffin him muffin Him muffin him muffin Raggamuffin him muffin him muffin Him muffin...long time Raggamuffin him muffin him raggamuffin From a child Easy Mr. Bogle create a last style Bwoy diss di program and Bogle get wild (Cool a this mine for awhile) Chorus & Outro: Well a brand new dance Roses come a promote Oonu row like a boat oonu row like a boat Whole dancehall a rock from coast to coast Oonu row like a boat oonu row like a boat Rock wid di wave, draw fi yuh rope Row like a boat oonu row like a boat Whole dancehall a rock From coast to coast....I shall, hold on deh Brand new style Bogle a come promote When yuh row like a boat When yuh row like a boat Whole dancehall a move from coast to coast Row like a boat oonu row like a boat Rock to di wave, draw fi di rope Row yuh boat, zagga zow....... |
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Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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