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(Pusha T)
Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns Show par with the fishes, make the face lift numb Out in Panama in that amazing sun, I'm amazing, son You niggas wonder where my grace is from I speak with corrupted tongue Recognized the underworld since I was young Back in '84 when I saw Crocket & Tubbs as the law These eyes got big when they televised that raw My mama should've seen it comin' Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick Hummin' Miami Vice theme music Called the 'roin made me colder I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too Got a lot of money, keep militant tools Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules So I grab a tape and related to life's cruels The meaning? Pusha T's more than the semen Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless And I don't even watch my back I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past Shit could get hairy, I could lose my-self in a flash Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that "Mask" (Malice) I even went by the book at first Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst, so I Start my mission, leave my residence Mama knew that I child like me had better sense But something had to give, that's real I had to live I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib Scouts honor started with my grandmama Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep I don't entertain hate surrounding the street If I was you, I'd be trynna get down with me But no, see these niggas know too much Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush Cats act as if rap fell in my lap I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles Let 'em take it however they wanna take it I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite Hey, I one of the greats, I can't lie I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die Make no mistake, Malice is who you tune to It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you |
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| 2. |
| 4:26 |
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You out of line (*repeated throughout song*)
[Chorus: Pharell] Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout When I was a young boy My mama always told me don't take no shit Motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back So when I hit the nigga it could Breeeeeak Nigga out of line [Verse 1: Malice] Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to 8 tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw See in my household it was quite unique Playin hide and seek, you might find a key Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6 And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich How I turned out let it be no surprise When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother Its tradition [Chorus] [Verse 2: Pusha T] My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there What's my excuse Cartoons were the root Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in palm of the hand, what couln't I demand See, thirteen Studied the gangsta's lean Low brim, no smile Lotta cash meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul Tha streets had me to mold Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Shake Rivera Tyco RC versus Carrera [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice] I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal [Pusha T] Age Fifteen Walkin through the hallway, plate the new Jordans First ones on the scene See I could afford 'em, Livin out a dream Hustler on the rise, laces untied Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride Didn't know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin' how and why Bitches passin' by Oh my, he's so gangsta [Chorus] |
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| 3. |
| 3:58 |
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[Pharrell]
You ready to do this, nigga? You ready to come down here? It's Virginia, nigga... We do this in broad daylight... It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga... You ready? [Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Pusha T] In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones Alters my walk to limpin' Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin' It 'tis what it seems That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means Lost it all, from lives to love Put my faith in my money, help me rise above See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved In that ole' Virginey Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin' Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there Each year, a diffferent bitch wonder Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal' Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind Look ma, that's right up my alley I love my family, I want them all happy In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial Yeah, I guess the chase was wild But what's the fuss about? See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J. Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our door say Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo And your grams, too... [Pharrell] My nigga... Fo sho... [Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Malice] Seem like they all got a comment to make In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight They fast to predict the outcome of my fate Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us And there are some things that you don't discuss Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out 'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die I tried being humble, humble get no respect Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well I reside in VA, ride in VA Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight here Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia... [Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Pharrell] Young'n... (Talk about, what?) This is real, young'n... (Talk about, what?) You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?) This is real... Live... |
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| 4. |
| 4:25 |
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[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
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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| 5:01 |
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(Chorus - Pharrell)
Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot' damn (Verse 1 - Malice) Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanor Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You miss took me for a rapper huh Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them niggas who hate Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight I understand that the envy is part of the game But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit Watch how them hollows straight, rattle ya shit And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money (Verse 2 - Ab-Liva) God damn, when that white hits the PAN AND Comes back hard, I can account for every GRAM AND The streets molded the man I am The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'M THE TORCH that, carry the game The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleeve-a Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies We pop, pop, DROP you homey (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money [Verse 3 - Pusha T and (Pharrell)] They call me Pusha for one reason Cause I keep that sniff all seasons Whether the price is up or down I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around When it come to the money, I get stealth Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic Hear what I say, please don't confuse it My verses heal, like Curt Mayfield's music (Are you a pusha), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya And only pull back to cook ya, partner (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money (Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain) I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bangs my cab-bage Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money Pull yo gun, ra-pid LEAVE and watch you see the situation be corrected Lord Heavens, why must I be so devilish They say whatcha do comes back on you two times I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood Nigga on every breath you take Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for certain Live in the living room, searching to hurting you (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot' damn (Skit at end of the track begins) |
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| 6. |
| 4:18 |
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(feat. Faith Evans)
(Pharell) I wanna love you girl Just wanna love you girl Please let me love you girl Just wanna love you girl C'mon, I wanna love you girl Just wanna love you girl Let me love you girl Let me... (Malice) When we met I was talkin' that game Parkin' that thang Since then between us A lot of things changed Now it's like the world got a whole different name I can't stop chics from sayin' my name Most of it's lies, If not, don't be surprised You knew I was ballin' when I met you But really, I started layin' low just to net you I'm raw as hell yet can't deny that you special These girls can't either Winter, his and her Vivas Summer, his and her Louie sneakers You don't think that bother people Guess again you even need to check your friends Sayin that I cheat Right, maybe with my heat Got a pearl handled chrome thing that I call Sweets I greet wit her, creep wit her, even eat wit her Late nights under my sheets, yeah I sleep with her But thats it Chorus: (Pusha T + Malice with Faith Evans) (Faith) Look Ma, I don't love her Don't listen to her words She tryin' to split us as lovebirds But that's not it Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit (No) You see me sendin' her on trips and shit (No) If the answers no don't forget (How's she know you then) I don't know (Pusha T) If I don't know I don't know, lets not go that road I don't know who she is, don't care who told Look stop flippin', no need to explode I seen the number in the pager, I don't know that code In the streets too much, c'mon, that's absurd Gettin' no complaints when I be flippin' them birds Your girls just talk 'bout this that and the third Believe half what you see none of what you heard You askin' me who's her I'm askin' who's mink fur With that rock on her hand makin' their eyes blurred Could that be you plus who cop every gem Who spend like I spend, then act like it then Got the dream home and we settled in it Our lives too perfect that's why they meddle in it Now, just chalk it up as just part of the game You know who I'm about, who got part of my name? Chorus (Faith) (Malice) Do you love me babe (Sho' you right) You thinkin' of me babe (Well atleast tonight) I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right) Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night) (2X) (Pusha T) I'm not most men my heart truer than theirs Of course your girls hate, our whips newer than theirs We hardly fight, arguements way fewer than theirs Even down to the ice, look, bluer than theirs What they gonna tell us about us, Huh? What they talk 'bout without us, Huh? The envy got 'em speakin loosely Tell 'em walk in your shoes But first let 'em know they Gucci (Malice) And even if I did twist her I promise I didn't kiss her Won't shit touchy feely Grudge on the floor like mister did the silly No respect shown My homies laugh while she talk dirty on the speaker phone Now don't you start I spared your heart If you ain't see it I didn't do it Ain't I played my part? Bricks chics whips chips, that just go with the grind What else do you want from me, to say it, fine Chorus (Faith) (Malice) (*with Pharell's verse in background*) Do you love me babe (Sho' you right) You thinkin of me babe (Well atleast tonight) I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right) Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night) (2X) (Faith singing) (Faith, Pusha T + Malice) That's not it |
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| 4:14 |
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[Intro: Pharrell]
(Get down!) Niggaz and bitches (Get down!) You are now listening to... (Get down!) The real... (Get down!) And that would be... (Get down!) Clipse, the Neptunes... (Get down!) And the new label... (Get down!) Staaaarrr Traaaak... [Pusha T] Top, down, chrome spinnin You see the boss grinnin, I'm lovin these damn women I let two get in (uhh) She tried to let the rest fit in I'm like, "Naw love, that's forbidden" I ain't for swishin, that's a problem to the wheel well Trust I know them 20's real well Now we coastin, me, two chicks and toastin I turn up the volume, watch the bass get 'em open Soft-spoken, with a wild side I love 'em in the ride, they love it in the ride We was movin bodies before we hit the party 'Fore the DJ started cuttin {*scratch: "I was already fuckin"*} Cinderella'd you girls from nothin to somethin Hit the parkin lot and hear the club system thumpin Lose the face, you two's was great But it's to the V.I.P. I got new moves to make [Chorus: Pharrell] (Get down!) When the last time you heard it like this Smoke somethin, drink somethin, get ripped And make the girls in the party just strip Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down!) Only if you know you live From the club, to the park, and glide How many chicks can you fit in that ride? Put 'em up, homie (Get, get..) [Malice] Hey, it's just a day in the life Club nights, one of the reasons I love life Chicks be, in the back tipsy We gets in for free, e'ryday wit me Two-steppin, you see each crew reppin Slippin on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweatin Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on And I love how she move any time a song on I like that ma, you do somethin to me Come this way and prove somethin to me Fast or slow, she got the right moves And I got the right dough for any date that I choose I'm open, but naw, I don't lose focus If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm totin But I'm only here to party, y'all Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras [Chorus] [Breakdown: Kelis] + (Pharrell) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (Yo, you are now listening to the sounds) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (That are vibrating your speakers) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (Please do not be alarmed) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (It will not hurt you at all) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (For it is the real) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (For all my real...) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la (Niggaz and bitches) [Pusha T] When they say "last call" that don't mean the night's ovah That mean it's time for her to show ya How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the cho-cha S&M chick, ass pushin a choker But I thought about how rich I am and said, "No sir!" Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space What did it the "Whip Appeal," or my Babyface? [Malice] The night's still young and I'm already leanin Cruise through the lot on the deuce-2's gleamin The liquor in me and I don't need a reason Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen I pull up, let her get in, she know from the beginnin She added to list of them chicks that I done been in Her head spinnin and my head spinnin Mine from juice and ginnin, hers from neck and chinnin I'm a winner, man [Chorus] [Chorus: Pharrell] + (Kelis) (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) (Get down!) When the last time you heard it like this (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) Smoke somethin, drink somethin, get ripped (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) And make the girls in the party just strip (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la) Move ya ass, girl (Get down!) (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) Only if you know you live (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) From the club, to the park, and glide (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) How many chicks can you fit in that ride (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la) Put 'em up, homie (Get down!) {*repeat scratch to end: "Get down!"*} |
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| 9. |
| 2:49 |
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[Pusha T]
Yes sir.. [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Malice] I got guns 'cause they got guns I get cash they get none So I'm sure you see where that leaves me In the streets with two heats, both one within my reach I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech When I say, "Get low, these hold ten shots each Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all niggas and my nerves is bad!" So sad, but I won't think twice We rich, we get the best judicial advice Threaten my life with them words that they ut-ter-in' Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-in' Continuous dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-in' Left in the slump, mother and sister cud-dle-in' And for what, 'cause you ego-trippin' If that thing jam, it's divine intervention Click! [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Pusha T] Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...) You know I can't sleep on his word Had to show him that I heard (Let's go...) All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in reverse Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you know it...) Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...) Got it fucked up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...) Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo ass...) Now, rap about that I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop...) Some say Pusha's the coldest Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0-less Carry that shit that blow your arm out your shoulders (Bla-oww...) Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget, motherfucker) [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Pharrell] Yo.. You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us.. This is the real.. Bitch.. |
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| 4:34 |
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Verse 1 - Malice) Say dog, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word in the street that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin' Tonight friend, until we meet again But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh I never front, like I'm something I'm not Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah) Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Verse 3 - Fabolous) They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry Ma I can't even fuck with you, If you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back The street family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo' That have under covers and po', with cover and slow The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow, ghetto (Verse 3 - Pusha T) Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain I turn over caine, over and over again Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*) Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Minds mental, others is made up stinsel When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Skit at end of the song begins) |
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| 5:21 |
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[HOOK]
Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak Now let's smoke and ride [CHORUS] [Pharrell] Oh girl ya taste is Sweet like mornin' dew I would go crazy girl If I couldn't have none of you I said ya from Jamaica Straight outta my Mercedes trunk You make me wanna roll ya up And then you make my body slump Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Malice] I only love her on occasions Keep my heart racin' Love to take her on vacations Where the time zone changes and money exchanges And meters and kilometers on the dials of the ranges Far away with my Jamacian sexy everyday is like a holiday The cheeba got me in a slum sleeper But when I try to leave her I just find out that it's cheaper to keep her Plus she keep my thoughts deeper, really zonin' Like my Cali homies 6-4 rollin' Or them Deroit 'Lacs trimmed in golden Or my Texas family 150 white strollin' Damn, I was caught up in the Matrix But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves I think a way to ship off these piano keys Since the traffic in a gangsta lean [Pharrell] You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a geangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga havea gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Pusha T] If you put me where I need to be Twist you anytime I feel the need Love ya touch and how you set my mind at ease In Virginia where you kept me motionless From that point on I knew I could never get over this Now they wanna see us broke up 'Cuz I'm lovesick, got me all choked up Look, you keep my head in the clouds mami ,'till I can't breathe And next to that heat seeker you my main squeeze Plus I get twistin' didn't even spend my money on Now either I'm a fool or you really must got me gone You got me open these days I must admit Body numbed up and in a slump like I been hit But luckily it's just the green got me leavin' smoke streams And blowin' smoke rings as I flee from the scene Gangsta leanin' in a 850 beamin' I'm like K-Ci and Jo-Jo, love you got me fiendin' [CHORUS] [Pharrell] Oh girl ya taste is Sweet like mornin' dew I would go crazy girl If I couldn't have none of you I said ya from Jamaica Straight outta my Mercedes trunk You make me wanna roll ya up And then you make my body slump Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Pusha T] Her sex so sticky, I'm talkin' real icky Have me gone and twisty Make my other women miss me Just by the way she kiss me Hold her wit the index and thumb tippys Ma I'm so trippy Hard to hold back, scent so sweet Got to Cognac and honey wrap her this ain't drink From Taiwanese to Amsterdam greeny green To hydroponic that make a weak stomach vomit [Malice] Listen, at times you hinder my vision Blinded by ya love and you got the room spinnin' It's not jealousy the reason why I keep you hidden Hell, I hit you then I pass you to my man like I do my women I know just what I'm investin' in I done traded currency wit the Mexicans In Texas just so we could get affectionate Your complexion lime green wit red specks in it I love you [Pharrell] You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga havea gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) {HOOK 2x} Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak Now let's smoke and ride |
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(feat. Jadakiss, Styles & Roscoe)
(Pusha T Talking) No no no..... I told you.... I live this shit (echoing) I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit Naw, uh uhh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha (Pusha T) I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can, Fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green, more cash then ya seen With an Aston, it's green, me drivin up fast with the lean Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash, From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm about, Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out (Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line) Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I, Could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate (Roscoe P. Coldchain) I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sex Nigga that's funny you say you a killa how? What is it the return of the killer clown? You don't put no fear in my heart I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank Coldchian left that nigga stankin Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink when, I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you, That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men (Styles P) Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down, any place I step And I love gettin slept on Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand Cuz my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and, Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya insides out so I mean it when (??) (Malice) Rappers is talking to me as if (come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh) And you and I don't share no common bond, So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No) It shames me to no end, To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh) But where there's demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them need this All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the street I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry) And with this in mind, I still didn't quit And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit) My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact, I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that |
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[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
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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[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
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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[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
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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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-05-08
Subject : Clipse - Lord Willin' (Arista,2002)
