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Man man
look up at the sky All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight Look at em Ghetto superstar that is what you are Comin from afar reachin for the stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other From one corner to another Uh yeah yo yo Some got hopes and dreams we got ways and means The surpreme dream team always up with the schemes From hubcaps to sellin raps name your theme My rise to the top floatin on this cream Who the hell wanna stop me I hated those who doubt me A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties Black Ceasar dating top skeezers Diplomatic legalese no time for a Visa They just begun I'ma shoot them one by one Got five sides to me somethin like a pentagon Strike with the forces of King Solomon Lettin bygones be bygones and so on and so on I'ma teach this cat how to live in the ghetto Keepin it retro spective from the get go Lay low let my mind shine like a halo Politic with ghetto senators on the deelow Ghetto superstar that is what you are Comin from afar reachin for the stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other From one corner to another One two and you don't stop yo My eyes is sore bein a senator Behind closed doors hittin truth to the seafloor The rich go North ignore the tug of war While the kids are poor open new and better drug stores So I became hardcore couldn't take it no more I'ma reveal EVERYTHING change the law I find myself walkin the streets Tryin to find what's really goin on in the streets Now every dog got his day needless to say When the chief away that's when them cats want to play I told you mess around you fools like Cassius Clay Stretch my heater make you do a pas de bourree Kick your balls like Pele pick em doin ballet Peak like Dante broader than Broadway Get applause like a matador cry yellin Ole Who the hell wanna save me from B K to Cali Ghetto superstar that is what you are Comin from afar reachin for the stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other From one corner to another Just when you thought it was safe in a common place Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race Two faced gettin defaced out like Scarface Throw your roll money let me put on my screwface Well I'm paranoid at the things I said Wonderin what's the penalty from day to day I'm hangin out partyin with girls that never die you see I was pickin on the small fries my campaign tellin lies Was just spreadin my love didn't know my love was the one holdin the gun and the glove But it's all good as long as it's understood It's all together now in the hood Ghetto superstar that is what you are Comin from afar reachin for the stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other From one corner to another All Stars Ghetto superstar that is what you are Comin from afar reachin for the stars Run away with me to another place We can rely on each other From one corner to another |
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| 4. |
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(Pras & Free: Intro)
(Pras) When the time is right in the heat of the night, right? Right? (Product G & B) So baby what'cha wanna do (Free) When you got the buzz and you feelin' the high, right? Uhh. (Product G & B) So baby what'cha wanna do (Pras) When you standin' in line and your credit decline, yeah ... uhh (Product G & B) So baby what'cha wanna do (Free) When you didn't do the crime but you're doin' the time, uhh. (Product G & B) So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh (right, right) Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah (Pras: Verse One) Yo, yo, yo, yo, once again she's back again Wonderin' when she gonna find life again Makin' runs, stackin' ones, workin'-class citizen, Chosen one of Babylon Touched for the first time like a virgin (Uh huh) Rap's origin, blast outta Eden (Yeah) Love the way the snake skin wrap around her bared skin Sex on the beach, sippin' on juice and gin Repent just to sin again, it's that yin-yang news bulletin Stuck with me through thick 'n thin Like I imagine I must sound like a Gatlin' Gettin' rowdy with my crew down in Brooklyn Drinkin' Ginseng, not to mention, where's my hooligan who find them cats like Benjamin Franklin Shorty perfect 12 on a scale 1 to 10 Whatever, whenever, you can see me like when, yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh... (Free) When you're dead broke, and you can't pay the bills (Product G & B) So baby what'cha wanna do? (Pras) When you feelin' horny and you need a cheap thrill. Yeah. (Product G & B) So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh. (right, right, right, yeah) Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah (Yeah. Uhh. Right? C'mon. Feel it.) (Free: Verse Two) What you gon' do? Uhh, yeah, yeah ... See, all I wanna do is make love on the beach And grab all the things that seem out of my reach (M-hmm) I never had nothin' so there ain't shhh to lose (Uh huh) I refuse to snooze in these Hill Street Blues (Word) It's a full time thing, just tryin' to maintain Even little city girls go insane (Stop it) Sometimes I wish I could press rewind When the life I live don't seem to be mine If I could fly away, Free be long gone You couldn't pin me down with your zoom lens on I stay macked out, blacked out, stacked out Cats outta order, y'all get smacked out, uhh nobody moves and nobody gets hurt Nobody interferes when I'm doin' my work Pullin' my skirt, that's a full court violation Y'all better get ready for the full annihilation (Uhh.) (Pras) When you think you got a shorty but she's sleepin' with your best friend, yeah, yeah, yeah (Product G & B) So baby what'cha wanna do? (Free) When your man is doin' well, but he lackin' dividends, yeah, uhh, mmm (Product G & B) So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh. (Free) What you wanna do? What you wanna do? What you wanna do? (Product G & B) Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, yeah, yeah (Free) Right. Right. Uhh, uhh, right (Product G & B: Hook) To all the people, light your candles strugglin' and hustlin' your way So, this shout out goes to all of the people bein' in every day, day, dayyyy. (Pras: Verse Three) Yeah, yo, yeah, yo ... Hey yo, I wanna be in the back of the club, just rub-a-dubblin' While these fake cats be champagne bubblin' Who you lovin', who you huggin' in your time of strugglin'? Two to three job is hard to keep jugglin' Monopoly of hard times, all I got is hard rhymes When I make it out, baby, I'ma keep you in mind Can't stop the shine, can't claim what's mine Comin' up, yeah, I'm in my prime Ready to get this party started Cut this track with diamonds, yeah I'm cold hearted A bloodhound, leavin' you punks dumbfound, what now? You done F'd up now, wha' what? Look around If anyone asks, I say it's crime related Them cats forgot to learn the Ten Crack Commandments Passin' judgement when you came from the basement So if you say we hot, it's just an understatement (Free) When you in love with yo' man but y'all can't get along, uhh, yeah, yeah (Product G & B) So baby what'cha wanna do? (Pras) You already bought the ring, but the thrill is gone, yeah. Uhh (Product G & B) So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh. (right, right, uh, uh) Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) (Free) When your baby's daddy ain't payin' child support, (uhh, yeah, a-what you gonna do? Uhh, yeah.) (Product G & B) So baby what'cha wanna do? (Pras) When you think you gettin' off but the jury's been bought, yeah, yeah (Product G & B) So baby what you wanna dooooooo, oooo, ooh, ohh. (right, right, right, yeah) Wanna do, yeah-ea-eaah, Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.) (Pras) Hmm. Yeah. A'ight, that's it. |
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| 4:14 |
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Dirty Cash *echoes*
Dirty Cash *echoes* Yeah, uhh [singers] Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! Yo, yo, yo Yo it's the ghetto diplo', bridgin like the Tri-Boro Victory is endless cause we all want a hero Blazing Saddles so stop horsing around From sunup to sundown, it's the world renowned It's hard to be real when them cats are make believe Stop it please, come run wit deez If you can't feel me, then get up and leave Cause I'm automated life flyin, Fate is on her knees Locate the object, pinpoint my movin target Pray for them, and bless em, like Sister Margaret Got more alumni than the grad school of Harvard Beat Street the movie was my all time favorite So can you stand the smell of a black powder My B.I. is 700, horsepower Burnin rubber, break you off somethin proper Love it or not, I'm the man of the hour, yeah [singers] Just when you thought my shine was burnin out Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night There ain't no problems baby we can't get through You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! Yo.. yo, yo, yo Yo she was hot to death, like the story Macbeth When your marked for death it's a matter of life or death I'ma cherish and nourish every single breath When there's no one left, I'ma carry your footprints step by step, walkin through the, twentieth century, eyes on me When the dogs start barkin you must set them free Go in-Between the Sheets just like the Isley's I'ma kill em precisely, indirectly Choose my women wisely, Charlie's Angels got my back as if I was Bosley, bout to get rowdy So pray to Mother Mary, you think this is easy? Be a cold day in Hell before I let you come and get me So stop actin frowsy, that's the one-fifty Holler if you hear me make your move if you ready Dirty Cash, Navy Seals, reppin through your city, what? [singers] Just when you thought my shine was burnin out Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night There ain't no problems baby we can't get through You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! Yo.. yeah, yo, yo Hey yo the way I feel now you cats can drop dead Jump up and spread then take off them threads You heard what I said, don't be misled Navy Seals what? Running over chickenheads Run like I'm a caca, act like a bobaka My ears shoot the street, just to take out the impostor Tomorrow never dies when she reveals her eyes Keep your eyes on the prize, for Pras is the prize Tough guys get penalized, cut down to size It's the one that be witchu that be the true spies Never say never when we can make it together ReFugees are tougher than ever, what? [singers] Just when you thought my shine was burnin out Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night There ain't no problems baby we can't get through You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! [singers] Just when you thought my shine was burnin out Them cats were down and out, in the heat of the night There ain't no problems baby we can't get through You gotta believe in me, and I'll believe in you Uhhh! Blue Angels, Blue Angels, Blue Angels! |
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f/ Most Wanted, The Product G&B
(Chorus) This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (A-get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (A-get your groove on) (Pras) Refugee Camp, uh-huh Navy Seals, All-stars, come on, come on, come on (Pras) Yo, yo, yo, so you wanna be startin somethin Not for nothin, but yo, Pras is only good for, steady pumpin I go bust I'm inflammable yeah, you disgust me Your flow is horrible, see your man gotta carry you Hyper water balls say no more your words are too cheap Too affordable, you incapable of runnin your label Goin against my crew is very irrational, improbable unthinkable, yeah quite impossible So what's your motive, tell me, what's your agenda? Try to slide under my name is all proper beginner Tackle the crime, run out of time, in the wrong state of the mind Is a sign of the time, you was quick like Cower Marie Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth I'll drink you like a bloody Mary Why try, you die, black eye, you rough guys Try to light my fire you get burnt with smoke eyes (Chorus) This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that's rowdy bout it In the click about it, about it Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on (Get your thug on) Come on and get your thug on (come on, come on, come on) Everybody come on Where you been, on tour, niggas get no dumber It's scary; I know exactly what you did last summer nothin, chilled low (low), do you feel dough? (dough) I mean that real dough (dough) bitches still real slow (slow) You got show dough, go in, split that We'll be gone till November, when y'all niggas get back Ah, did y'all ever go, ever flow, guess we'll never know A lot of cats talk about it, hoes screamin, whether shows Yo it's crunch time, ya want mine, you hardly know me But when we blow, you'll catch them off guard like Kobe Lauryn, we know Tone, with the camper would not Now we did star as Rodies, point shamper would not I'm not Puff, but I can stop, best you know Test the flow don't do it, be the next to blow Nigga check your? seen my style is fly Better get her, I'm on point like, Alan Nigh (Chorus) This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that's rowdy bout it In the click about it, about it Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on Come on and get your thug on (Come on, come on, come on) Everybody come on See cats real clever like me bringin the strong Had a deal for a year, can't write one song Been side too long, your advance picked up I'm like Kane in 88, I'ma tear sh? up Spitter, six flows average dudes can't stand me I'm nice and ease state, bringin heat like Miami You never got to let me flow I still kick it Never got to light my six, I still whip it Tell your chick not to see me no more, I still hit it She tossed and committed, player the shot did it And Mr. Dibbs in it, then leave it alone Watch me floss all night, no, get your own, what (Chorus) This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that's rowdy bout it In the click about it, about it Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on (Get your thug on) Come on and get your thug on Everybody come on (Pras) Yo, yo, yo a lot of people thought I left welcome me back like Carter Play these cats with a vengeance watch them die harder You play your sound; we'll play our? louder And stop askin me who the hell the baby's father Dirty cash countin, my crew never loosin Shorty on standby, chief four, jet fuelin Who is to say (say), how many AK's (K) Spread your way, what price you wanna pay? Prices cut, iced seeds, sprinkle on my Rolo Triple threat trio, you take us in the Limo, dig I'm the safest ride I hear, next to the Volvo Six double-o while you lacin a Pinto No one isn't safe, many had, carry ways I'm fully irate, most ghettos don't want to gate We play Grammy's you play Ricki Lake Baptizin sinners at the Salt Lake City baby (Chorus) This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that's rowdy bout it In the click about it, about it Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on (Get your thug on) Come on and get your thug on (get your thug on) Everybody come on (Pras) Uh, yeah, come on, stop it, stop it This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Pras) To all-them niggas locked down All them real niggas nahmean? |
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| 1:35 |
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Uh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo it's so amazin how I be blazin From the four seasons to you at the days in Where you lay at on the cages? I comin with a cannon, two guns blazin, purple hazin My shine can be appraised, my tongue radiate Orchard violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid Singin your heart out, oh happy days, I'm movin on up Damn, I wish I had it made, ran on your parade Make you exchange at the word trade Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math Blast to your path every mornin I break flags Dirty cash always find a way to get stash From Italy to the deepest alley Up to the highest mountains of the Himalayas I put that on a stack of bibles so I stack a prayers Yo democrat block, must get shot Believe me not go ask Pac Prodock Scream on the crew when you don't know how Shiver liner got, rhymes in every single cloud, cause what For the love of this, I give my life a diss And for the love of this, I send my last wish For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop? You see I will do anything but I won't do that (Sniff Coke) won't do that (slang dope) can't do that (Get out the car) shouldn't do that (take off your rope) why do that? (Feel the gun smoke bloaw!) Do you hear me baby Yo, I got no life to spare, no time to bear No TL care, I'm single like a stair I can feel it in the air comin everywhere Twenty years from now, I'm gonna be a billionaire Red for the on the island M-I sicky underwear Leavin all the BS elsewhere, I swear Black you out make you see the boat like Noah There's nothin here for y'all, glasses like Coca-Cola Mix-a-Mack make em see there's not enough buildings Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin Spread the love yeah to all my beloved High speed chasin, low pro pursue Black shoes important, soldiers come Bay Root So look to my troops and the stolen Coupes Here's the gun don't talk about it, just get up and shoot (stop it) Hold up son, let me set up the pace I'm that cattle in the race on the Human Race Don't call me Human, call me Lou-man Like par, move your record company under ?You-Hah? Family business FR to snitches I'm down with M.O.B. yeah Money over Bitches For the love of this, I give my life a diss And for the love of this, I send my last wish For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop? You see I will do anything but I won't do that For the love of this I'll paint myself green Within myself in the Corrine, Pras Most Wanted Last seen with Sister Morphine Scuba Diving with the Navy Seals in the Yellow Submarine Headed for, the Philippines, microphone fiend with are regain green It burns when I eat tangerine, wash it down with a cup of Gasoline Burn into flames, like your actress said Ilene Supreme Dream Team, musical machine, money makin machine Walk through the Desert butt-naked with a inch of canteen Slappin it, rapper'll be like nah mean? Got nothin but a piggy in a tree, to what I shoot and some washed out jeans Headin for the stars word, word to God Watchin every move placin all my cards The game'll soon come like the aliens Everybody runnin, sayin that's the one For the love of this, I give my life a diss And for the love of this, I send my last wish For the sake of hip-hop, will you never stop? You see I will do anything but I won't do that (I sell Crack) won't do that (peel on your back) can't do that (Here comes the Gat) shouldn't do that (if you wanna lay flat) why do that? Yo, come on, do you hear me baby (hear me baby) Uh, uh, uh, Navy Seals y'all, Refugee Camp what, what You better stop it, punk, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it HA 98-99, Yeah, yeah, (*Dirty said several times*) Cash haha |
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(Pras)
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah Yo, yo, yo, I'll do a double dish cleaner The funny ass cats remind me of a skinner Now you listen up, now what, heat on spitter A renegade with my blade watch you get cut up Sucker ass punk, you used to get beat up Type of dude that'll smoke your weed up and eat up Hold up, surrender your squad, it's a stick up Fifty-two pickup, you high school drop-out, gives you enough float To succeed or get tighter, what up, your block, get up Shut up, or put up I'ma bout to let up Licky, licky here, two shots you gone lick up Take her to the news under: You should've eased up Wha' What Wha' you got me fed up, get up or shut the f up You done f'ed up, 8 or 9 enough even if she has seven runner up Like the fans, like your thumbs up, what up? I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks I'm the Captain of the Ship, make them cats walk the plank What the f you think I'm point, point blank Turn off my sound niggas, let... crank (Chorus w/variations) East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up See, blaze me above the game with no limit Niggas nowadays can slick and pull gimmicks Cowber use roly well iced that been in it Mines is loose rocks and the Beverly spin in it Only place tin linid they cost a lot When no money on the game you sure talk a lot Never like a nigga car, you walk a lot See I make cream a lot, while you niggas dream a lot Can't you see it's all real, bras want to do me Get it attached to me like I'm starrin in movies Nigga Nor wanna do me, thing is I got none Wanna be my main chick, chill I got one If it's hot in a lady then I can cop some Most players all fall, tightly tint See me fly through the window cause it's lightly tint But its strongly minute got a fall so cats frequent Hate weed peepin, best cats seekin Wanna kill me in the daytime, look it won't happen You ain't a thug nigga this is some girls is rap, what (Yeah you don't won't no problem) (Chorus w/variations) East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up Yo my M-O is S-O-L-O... hello Shake like Jello bionics and nice fellow Long hair, pussy's and pussy head too In a room with the doctor, how the hell I stop ya? The Rolex topper long as ya coppin them yo It means it's copper, don't need to stop ya When I'm speakin opera, which y'all don't understand That it's my channel Boo-Bionic mister man Why y'all play Tennis we sway inventists So our house can finish, wait a minute Change the color of my whips, despite you bastards Spit it green-cold on it, like you won the masters Flow... faster, speed it up, heat it up why don't y'all just heat it up Spit it on some feeder bust, slow it up, make the beat that we blow it up Ya niggaz ain't mine, better pray you throw it up (Chorus w/variations) East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up Now... (Pras) Yo I keep my mind on my riches snitches get snitches Cats on the low they all act like bitches So what up, where you at with the nine-sin? Feel my triples please circle the violence Let me abolish this sh... like Nat Turner Drop by Tom Warner, peace to my crooked cop killers With the six shooter while fake niggaz getting drunk off of wine coolers Yo, uh... Yo she big on the game it's broke I wanna fix it Make hot... and get that down, we remix it He speakin, here we go your beef is nice I'm from the gutter mother... best you think twice Now back to who's nice M-O-S-T-W-A-N-T-E-D You niggaz can't see me I'm glad that you turn Poke that out of space shit, I bring you back to Earth, what (Chorus w/ varaiations) East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up East Side where you at, where you at? West Side throw it up, throw it up North Side where you at, where you at? South Side throw it up, throw it up (*Wha, Wha, Wha... echoes*) |
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| 4:12 |
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(Chorus)
Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher (*Yeah being said several times*) (Pras) What, Wah! What, what, what What, what... Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not We're hot and you're not (yeah) We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot (Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock (What have and what now) who niggas who run the block Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out Do like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock well Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell (Wah!) (Chorus) Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher So you wanna be a player? We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more Like the same thing said Eat your hoe Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name with price And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone) This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn) Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus) And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with the walkin cream (Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin that cream, checkin that cream Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do with Charlie's angel Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes's take no's Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the... shows Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here, don't... knows Got something y'all tryin to see six of those Y'all really see women I'm sick of... (Pras) What, Wah! What, Wah! Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips See Mister don't care who you go against Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they hear my name and call it quits Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and Made them stop there rappin when which you show this clappin end Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyin well Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by the vapors I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it's done ... with the Camp, we number one, what, what, what (Chorus) Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin, twelve o' peepin Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'm from ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn True rappers and is why you front on finders No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part... Listen, test your full clip don't like getting... We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh! (Chorus) Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters To all my soldiers, the street fighters We want no murder without your fire Lowriders we're getting higher |
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| 3:49 |
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(Intro: Mack 10)
Yo, Mack 10 (dirty cash, Reptile) It's always good to have a little change In your life ain't that right Pras? (That's right baby) Yo, hahaha that's right well let me run it, check it (Mack 10) We do things and hood bangers, g's as we are Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star Pras dance round the border like he Cassius Clay While I press round the hood with a big AK Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they knew me They say; how can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee? Cause I write and make... ignite, easy on the treble Now turn the bass up and check my Mic level As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't speakin I guess a gang-bang thug... got baby tweakin Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red And plus your little black... is cute with your dreads Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo Hit a switch and then hop into a six double-o You know, street niggas make the game twice as nice So add a little spice and put a thug in your life (Chorus w/variations) Weeeeeee... We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah You, oooo, you You better get up of your... From a hooter, Alcatraz Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah (Pras) Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty cash y'all (cash y'all) From the East to the West I manifest y'all Doin interviews with Harper Bazaar, how bizarre You're sit back smokin big Cuban cigars Yo, fly guys want getting jackin and fly cars If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the hole pars Thus far, no one can spar with my little troth From the flat bush I'll rip y'all and bust your show to Crenshaw Flowin with Pras and some splash down to Jamaica Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se enica Place your bet yo pay your debt You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my Twin-Tack For talkin out the side of your neck, aiyyo check We can showdown and lowdown when I'm sunset Make your move cowboy this ain't Hollywood You got the business's in the hood, INGLEWOOD! (Chorus w/variations) Weeeeeee... We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah You, oooo, you You better get up of your... From a hooter, Alcatraz Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah (Reptile) Would wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an ounce to this I spin hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business Reptile, formerly know, Jersey delinquent Nasty son of a gun, give up the funds We come down hard like hundred-twenty tons Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps Created more than the monster like the Loch Ness All hell's about to break when I'm loose Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes And get a haircut; we put you niggas in a bear hug I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it like "Nike Air" slugs Take a death dive into the wilderness We got you feelin this, to the point your man wanna kill us But we ain't laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin Loaded with dirty cash and a Mack 10 (*echoes*) (Chorus w/variations) Weeeeeee... We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah You, oooo, you You better get up of your... From a hooter, Alcatraz Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah (Outro: Reptile) Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air And puff, puff like you just don't care Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air And puff, puff like you just don't care Yeah what, what, blow the smoke in the air And puff, puff like you just don't care I said blow the smoke (blow the smoke) Blow the smoke and puff, puff like you just don't care (Pras) Uh, yeah, yeah, party people |
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Intro:
Heh, yeah. Aaight. Just count me up in here, aaight? Yeah. Uhh. Uhh. Uhh. Verse 1 First and foremost let's distinguish the boys from the men The start to a end, a foe from a friend Who next of kin when I bust this iron across yo' chin, nigga? Let me extend payments due on your arrangements Turn on the news, nigga, listen to the latest development Extra extra, read all about it Master Pras always Bout-It-Bout-It Bring tears to your fears when I shout it, shout it ??? believe, though he doubt it, doubt it Yeah, what's all the fussin' and bickerin' for Yeah, few shots up your ass, hear from you no more For sure you belong with an M-16 Stand in front of the door, that you just can't ignore Go figure. Hit the floor, nigga Random shots - run for your life, nigga This goes for my niggas who gets no bigger Sweat on your forehead, let's see who pull quicker Chorus: Yeah, murder dem. Murder dem. In a, competition me go, murder dem. Wha' what, follow dem. Hm. Follow dem. In this, situation me no, follow dem when me gone. All pussi haffi run when me gun. All cowards haffi run when me gun. No man haffi come 'cause we, murder dem. Hm. Murder dem. Verse 2 I'm livin' on danger's ground, where the danger's mine Hold firm, stand strong, 'bout to blow like land mine Never mind, draw, reach for yours, I'ma go for mine Leave you paralyzed with a broken spine They seize and they shrine in the line of fire Retreat, recline, from all firearm Ring the alarm, bring the bomb squad, word to God Got your number, nigga, watch I'll pull your cord Pardon me, sincerely yours Down by law, out to settle the scores Haters shoutin', "No, he can't be no more!" Parasite, leachin' down, rottin' to the core Cash rule, jewels cool, drown in my whirlpool 'Scuse my rudeness, rudeboy from Providence These fists of fear remain to be fearless Move like flyin' ??, full automation Pumpin' carbon monoxide through your blood circulation Separate these facts like segregation Trial and tribulation, high expectation The brigade shut off, backs seen me run off Cagein' with Nicholas, it's a face-off What? Yeah! Hah, mmm! Chorus Verse 3 In case you didn't know, it's the P-are-A-S Got strategies like playing chess Penetrate through your flesh, yes, hit me with your best Got issues to address, nonetheless Checkmate, only makin' moves with my playmate Prakazrel is Pras when it's abbreviate My puncture is accurate, nigga you dead weight Dislocate every bone in your body Then sit back and evaluate Every mental ?? process is isolate Preception is clear with my steel, I should demonstrate You were last seen gettin' head from a drag queen Come clean, nigga what, with an 18 The supreme dream team, cash rule and CREAM While your body lies up in the ??? What, yeah, wha'what, wha'what, hahh! Chorus Hmm. Uh huh uh huh. Refugee Camp All-Stars. Uh huh. Uh huh uh huh. Yeah, yeah. Chorus |
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Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now am found Was blind, but now I see T'was grace that taught my heart to fear And grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come T'is grace that brought me safe thus far And grace will lead me home When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun |
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[Freddy Mercury]
Are you ready?! Hey! Are you ready for this?! Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?! [Wyclef] I need a break beat! [Freddy Mercury] Are you ready?! Hey! Are you ready for this?! Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?! [Wyclef] I need a break beat! [Freddy Mercury] Are you ready?! Hey! Are you ready for this?! Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?! [Wyclef] I need a break beat! [Freddy Mercury] Outta the doorway, the bullets rip!!! Repeat to the sound of the beat! HEY!!! [Wyclef] (Freddy Mercury in parentheses) - Chorus Yo...a-for the kids in the club that's ready to get bugged! (Another One Bites the Dust!) A-for the thugs with the burners, that wanna blast off! (Another One Bites the Dust!) And for the kids on the blocks, shootin' at the crooked cops, BLAOW!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) (And another one down, and another one down Another One Bites the Dust, Hey!) Wyclef, Dirty Cash, Young Free...Freddy, where you at? (Steve walks warily down the street with the brim pulled way down low) Some cat up in Brooklyn just got robbed with a Kangol! (*In tune with F. Mercury*) (Are you ready?! Hey! Are you ready for this?! Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?! Out of the doorway, the bullets rip!!! Repeat to the sound of the beat! HEY!!! My man got shot, and the block got hot! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, hey yo I hear more shots, it's like Fort Knox kid! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, Hold your breath...Hold your breath...Hold your breath...Yo, CHECK IT!!! (And another one down, and another down, Another One Bites The Dust!) [Wyclef - Verse One] If you're a soldier at ease My military style is known to murder Nazi's, Brooklyn to Germany (Come on) My kamikaze will blow the U2, they hire Idi Amin in Timbuktu Whether you indo, or do the Voodoo You can't foresee this unless I bring the previews, HEY!!! HEY!!! Yo, it's the number one rappin' band! (Come on, come on) Yo...This review, will be critically acclaimed Leave you in critical pain, clinically insane The name Wyclef Jean, with a yes, yes y'all! Better have a vest y'all! I'll blast, and bless y'all! "F"- y'all, the mark of the beast, the triple six Time running out, listen to the tick! If you see what I saw, then you seen what I seen, If you know what I know, You know what I mean! Commanding officer of the Navy SEAL team Once I give the orders, you feel the infrared beam....BLAOW!!! [Wyclef - Chorus] For all you critics, sayin' "another remake!" (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, if you know the deal, this is the master reel, kid! Ha Ha! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Right! Right! Freddy Mercury, where you at yo?! (And another one down, and another one down, Another One Bites the Dust!) (HOW DO YOU THINK I'M GONNA GET ALONG, WITHOUT YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE!!!) I need a break beat! Yo if you're ready for the first of the month, For that welfare check, come on! (KICKED ME OUT ON MY OWN!!!) I need a break beat! (ARE YOU HAPPY?!! ARE YOU SATISFIED?!!! HOW LONG CAN YOU STAND THE HEAT!!!??) I need a break beat! (OUTTA THE DOORWAY, THE BULLETS RIPPA!!! TO THE SOUND OF THE BEAT!) Yo! Bulletproof vests, like the wild wild west (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo! This is a stickup, now take off your Rolex! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo! Dirty money, good money, yo it's all money-money! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo! Dirty Cash! Dirty Cash! The adventures of Dirty Cash! (And another one down, and another one down, Another One Bites the Dust!) [Prakazrel "Pras"] Yo, for the love for the cash I'll blast you in my path!!! Keep my eyes on the math, you cats don't know the half! As far as I'm concerned, you cats can burn in flames This ain't no game!!! I'm-a start callin' names! So come get me, if you know the one-fifty A million Refugees ready to bust wit' me! Bloody, filthy, in this rap shhh---! You gonna have to kill me, since you can't beat me!!! Pras! Dirty! Cash! You're the greedy! Believe me! God'll let me fly, like R. Kelly! Bite another dust with my man Freddy Mercury! What height nineties got ya cash, wannabe CRAZY!!! [Free] Practically, I tactically destroy Deploy more decoys than a presidential convoy My whole envoy stay camouflaged out And when I walk the street, I take the Refugee route This one go out to all my thugs in the borough So just stay thorough, like Kilamanjaro Split it with an arrow, my girl platoon roll Outta control, the female mandingos! Free! I evolve from the egg of a seminarian Don't go down, 'cause I'm a vegetarian! And when I bust, it ain't in God we trust And if you bring a gun, you better bring a black tusk! [Wyclef - Chorus] She looked into my eyes and said F-B-I!!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) She said she loved me, she was a spy who lied!!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Right! I could relate...could you relate? (Another One Bites the Dust!) Jerry "Wonder", The Product (Male singer from The Product, keys a vocal note) {Don't you know we coming for yo?!} Yo, Canibus, John Forte', (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, Dirty Cash, and baby Free! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Wyclef Jean, Freddy Mercury! Ha-ha! I'm out baby! (And another one down, and another one down, another one bites the dust!) N A V Y S E A L S!!!!!!!! (Another One Bites the Dust!) (Another One Bites the Dust!) (Another One Bites the Dust!) |
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(Ky-Mani: Chorus)
Oh no, oh no Say, we gonna rock down through electric avenue And then we'll take it higher (higher) Say, we gonna rock down through the brooklyn avenues And then we'll take it higher (higher) Oh no, oh no (Pras: Verse One) Yeah, yo, slick like Rick James when I hit Superfreak chicks, I don't miss (Yo I don't miss) Mix wit yo nose, my flows make you sick Two chicks for me, none for you like Twix Play with niggaz head like Clef's guitar picks Went from bottom pits to makin hits and hollow tips and shootin lips (right) Handle our business, make sure it sits Ride throught the tunnels, fuck the guest lists Light up your block with roman candlesticks Known to blow shows with pyrotechnics Rappin bout yo' whips while you cats in transits Buyin shorty gifts with checks from wick Your record sound like a demo that was not yet mixed (shit ain't even mixed yet) Your whole style's broke and it should be fixed Time's runnin out as my Rolex ticks Don't get caught on the ave, it's too electric (Ky-Mani: Chorus) (Pras: Verse Two) I dedicate this to my peeps who roam the streets God bless they souls, may they rest in peace There are those who finance and those who choose to lease Whatever suits you better on the terms of your lease Different strokes for different folks God I refuse to going back to being broke Lord He got struck wit lightnin, he got hit hard Faces 20 to life maximum, his whole life is scarred The preacher's son and I came off the Santa Maria Ten cases of malt I caught the diarrhea Load the ReFugees on the aircraft carrier Some say Dirty Cash, we never heard of ya (You don't know me? You don't know me?) (Ky-Mani: Chorus) (Pras: Verse Three) (alright, alright) Watch yo back, watch yo side, swimmin wit sharks String you like a harp while they playin Mozart No credentials, get nowhere like ozlo Sent back to frisco, at the regal begal Suave like Rico, on fire like pyro Frantic like skitzo, rougher than Brillo He caught the wrap like Donnie Brascoe (Ky-Mani: Hook) Out in the streets there is violence Down in Brooklyn there is violence down there in Queens there is violence And there's a lot of work to be done (Lord) Down in the ghetto there's violence Out in L.A. there is violence In Miami there is violence And there's a lot of work to be done (Lord) Say, we gonna rock down through refugee avenue And then we'll take it higher (higher) Say, we gonna rock down through haiti avenue And then we'll take it higher (higher) (Refugee all stars, yeah, yeah) |
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