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What you gonna play now
Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Every geto got a different name, but they all the same So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game We got homies who sell straps Homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact Cause, you from the neighborhood niggas love Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas, and thugs To unwrap the strap before you know what The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck And broke all of the sills where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven and he's a minor with pride So the DA want him tried as an adult The big homey just had a son no joking I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ defense To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin' Dead cats in the street playing craps Niggas catchin dice with they feet Think they got the funk that one fool got stoked out Cos he's a mark with a gun The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 now One time his d jacked a nigga and old bitch Liscence and registration "All I got is a drivers permit" Niggas can't have shit we got dogs that rip but don't even trip Welcome to Southern California Liquor stores and churches on every other corner Your little brother plays pop warner Darks raided the dope spot Eight year old kid got shot cos they mistook his BB gun for a glok And I ain't forgot about the homey Lano He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties oh I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Hey the homiez kickin' it real Yeh I hear what he's sayin' loc Sometimes it's just like that in the hood Yeh don't nothin' change of the game but the name That's right you know that's right To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up The house parties that's gonna always get shot up Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the negros real to stop the violence All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites The nigger with all 16 switches sitting ODs Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat Pulling sex in through his back Now his momma ain't all black And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade They carried their dead homey to his grave Pour out a little liquor Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting thicker Neighborhood clubs beat him up and crackheads be selling tvs and vcrs For forty bucks so what's up Yesterday the homey commited a bank caper Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike The little homey just tripped and stripped Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped That's right OG's joining the nation and it's all good Big G's is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks Dopedealers who serve liquor pieces for sex Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Young niggas going to school to be a doctor Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites This is just a little something for a nigga That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. to fade... |
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left 'Cos I've been blasting and laughing so long, that Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of You better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip but i gotta loc As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight. Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise (repeat) Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) The getto situation, they got me facing I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes So I gotta be down with the hood team Too much television watching got me chasing dreams I'm an educated fool with money on my mind Got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm a loc'd out gangsta set tripping banger And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away, I'm living life, do or die, what can I say I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24 The way things are going I don't know Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cooking They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me If they can't understand it, how can they reach me I guess they can't, I guess they won't I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me (fade out) |
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Everybody listen up cause I'm about to get my speak on
Fools be trippin when it's time to get their freak on Runnin round town, puttin it down with-out no protection, for they erection When it's time for selection what's your direction? Before you make a choice, you betta do some inspection If you don't know my aim and don't know my game, then Let me explain now Iesha slept wit Mark and Mark slept wit Tina And Tina slept wit Javier the first time he seen her Javier slept wit Lupe and Lupe slept with Rob Cuz he was rollin on beads and had a good ass job Rob slept wit Lisa who slept wit Steve and Steve was positive, H.I.V. What started off as a plan ended up in the plot Ya betta cool ya ass off cause it's too damn hot Chorus: J.T. Taylor Oh-ohh it's too hot, *too hot*, too hot lady *too hot* Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade It's too hot, *too hot*, too hot homie *too hot* Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made You're doin everything momma told ya not to do Now you're tryin to walk away cause ya know it's true Your sister can't explain, and your brother's ashamed to admit you both have the same last name I don't have to ask you where you've been Cause the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn "A mind is a terrible thing to waste" that was the slogan But now it's ninety-five and it's "Don't forget the Trojan" Explained it to her momma, before somebody get her Gotta hip her to the game of those smooth talkin niggaz Love is the word, seldom meant but often heard Latex safe sex you better learn Or get hip to the facts before you react or end up in a box on your back Sometimes you ask for what you want and, get what you got Don't get caught up in the plot, it's too damn hot *Chorus* Another day in the city and, oh what a pity Even though we did our duty things are still lookin shitty Everybody in the pack stacked, tryin to make some scratch Walkin in the rain but they ain't got no hat Understand how we livin in the nineties loc Nuclear waste, cannibalism, and pistol smoke Sex lies videotape and rape Just a little bump n grind can seal your fate We need to do something drastic, shit is gettin tragic And if you don't believe me, then go ask Magic Everybody an they momma preachin abstinence, these kids ain't checkin for absti-shit So put a condom in they hand and hope it don't bust Another victim of the lust, in God we trust What started off as a plan ended up in the plot Water can't cool it off cause it's too damn hot *Chorus 2.5X* + line 4: listen to Coolio line 5: the message comes from Coolio line 6: listen to Coolio line 7: the message comes from Coolio line 8: listen to Coolio line 9: the message comes from Coolio |
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I love it when we're cruisin' together
I love it when we're cruisin' together Baby get in we fixin' to cruise till we can't You got the drink I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank Sunbeamin' this weekend heading down that beach way Messin' with my girl's hair one of them games that we play Braids bouncin to the beat feel me coming down the street She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me so Shine up your hoopty and fall in line Bring your honey if she's fine and we gon have a good time To the outskirts of first buzzin off the erky jerks Swoopin while I puts in work now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys The breeze is hittin' don't think you'll catch me strippin' 40 Thevz Wino and gat got that back when we're dippin To the west coast down south in your direction Throwin up the hood cruisin' come on we jettin' I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Come on in my lap get in an' twist the cap Hand him the jizz back clowin up the coast like that Take a ray all nice in back seat pete Just do a rollin' top down ready to hit the street Shoulder to shoulder turn their heads cause it's a black thing Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jacket Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs now I hope he's high Ready to get my groove on so I'm playing teams Know when he's feelin' me, and what those feelin's be Kinda' flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip Leaning on his chest I feel security Just my man and me against the world you understandin' me Cruisin' till the sunsets yep we'll be headin out Dippin' through the city me and my niggys what I'm talkin about I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Sunday afternoons in the tape deck My woman's on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck Floatin' on the freeway at a cool 65 Malika rolls the top so's I can feel that rocky mountain high yeah Take the wheel while I shake off this hairbrush Yep I'm down the bus like no one like what Watchin' the sunset be the flyest with the top down Park up at the spot I ain't gonna front I'm tryin to mess around Your homies still around Yeah they busy though That's all I need to know roll up the windows and lock the door It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some Yeah that's how we do it on the western hemisphere All my homies be a man cause ain't no pretendin' Cruisin feel the wind blow my brain back Trippin off into the night bumpin' to a fat track yeah I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us |
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1 2 3 4 Get your woman on the floor Gotta gotta get up to get down Gotta gotta get up to get down What up everybody so glad you're here It's Coolio with the flow back in your ear This ain't a fantastic voyage But I'm still on a mission to see if I can Get your attention Now I want drops some information Just a little additive to your education I live my life by the code of the funk 600 watt AMP. 18s in the trunk When I'm on the streets ya gotta feel my beats So throw your hands up if you're down with the C Double O-L-I-O with the flow I'm lookin' for the party so let a brother know 1-2-3 it's like A-B-C if hip-hop didn't pay I'd rap for free 2: Slide Slide but that's the past I gotta sumpin' brand new for that ass (repeat 1, 1) If ya got beef then fool eat a pork chop Once I get it goin' ya know it don't stop I brake like anti-locks panties drop From hood to hood block to block Help I need somebody To get it goin' on in the party Baby you can do it take your time do it right We can drink some yak and do it all damn night My name ain't Wanda but I'll rock your world I get more bounce than a Jherry Curl Too many lookie-loos be lookin' for clues There's a party goin' on now whatcha gonna do So grab your partner do-see-do If you done know who it is it's Coolio (repeat 2, 1...) Push, push in the bush But don't step on the toes 'cause you might get smushed It's the brother from around the way And what I say I'm in the corner on three like Dr. Dre Comin' at 'em with a pattern and a fresh pair adams I hope he don't trip, 'cause I don't wanna have to gat 'em So move your body, baby, drive the homies crazy Then when you sake that ass it's always amazin' Ain't no party like a west coast party 'Cause a west coast party don't stop So when you see a young nigga In a Chevy hittin' switches Then ya gotta give a nigga his props I got sides in my rides and motion for your ocean Coolio got the potion to get the party open (rpt. 2, 1...) |
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Chorus:
You got me smilin' again you got me smilin again smilin' again you got me smilin', again Rhyme 1: One night of pleasure nine months of pain three days later and that's when you came two arms two legs ten fingers ten toes brown eyes like mom, with your grandmothers nose even though you're momma's baby and daddy's little baby my love is unconditional to one of us is swayze day or night, roll the light no matter what you do, like the Jackson 5 said I'll be there for you coz my life is your life and your life is mine to thinkin'en I'm your friend 'til the end of time I'll make sure you get your props you can call me pops and anything you need I'll pull it out of the stops even though we're not together like we used to be D A D D Y, you can count on me coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then I take a look into your eyes and then smile again Chorus Rhyme 2: Forget about Batman, Superman and the Power Rangers coz I'ma be your hero if you ever in some danger this ain't the hustarone and my name ain't Cliff no matter how old you get you could get that ass whipped daddy don't take no mess and I ain't gone settle for nothing less than your very best when I do what I do coz you did what you did It's coz I ain't the kind of father that be raising no dum-ass kids You gosta be a leader, it's my responsiblity to teach ya right from wrong, and make decisions of your own I never said that I was perfect but I know that you're worth it so I'ma do my damnest to make sure you get some chances so just listen to your daddy coz he tryin to tell ya something and don't let nobody tell ya I don't love ya coz they frontin' coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then I take a look into your eyes and then smile again Chorus Rhyme 3: Every day is a struggle when life is like a puzzle that we gotta put together together so and ever you need a shoulder to cry on and someone you can rely on your daddy's home I'm tryin'a build a foundation on which you could stand when you's a grown woman and you's a grown man I got open ears when the world ain't tryin' hear when I can't be there in the flesh I be there in the spir-it I'm tryina make an impression on the things that you care for the knowledge that I give, you could teach your kids I know it's hard growing up coz I used to be a youngsta so we don't work as a team, saw the liquor take us under people let me tell ya about my best friends coz I'm down with the children all the way 'til the end coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then I take a look into their eyes and then smile again Chorus+ fadeout |
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[Dialing a number from a cellular]
40 Thevz: Hello Coolio: Yo what's up homeboy, I'm out front the club, what's goin' on, there's a lot around the corner this muthafucka is cracking, 40: What C : Hell yeah, man y'all better bring your ass down here man. 40: We on our way man, we're coming through then... C: Aight, look, look, look. I'ma tell homeboy at the do' to let y'all in. 40: Hook it up, hook it up! C: Nigga sac, nigga bring a sac.Stop at some jamaicans and shit. 40: We're on our way. C: Alright then. 40: Aight. [hang up] Bouncer: Hey wassup Coolio, how many you got wit you? C: Aa it's just me right now but the 40 Thevz on their way, so be on the look for 'em. B: Right. Hey you muthafuckas move back, man. One line. X: Man, look, look. There go that nigga Coolio. They're lettin' him in with tennis shoes and shit. Don't wanna let us in. Y: Fuck that nigga Coolio,man. I'm gonna fuck that nigga up. |
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Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Chorus: repeat 4X Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Verse One: I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told And I don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie cold I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin' But that's only the beginning, god damn! Chorus Verse Two: I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and see if I see the homies, but they still ain't there There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin' She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it Chorus Verse Three: Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom Now I'm mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin' I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble *vomit sounds* Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk Chorus [Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H] SHIT! |
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| 4:27 |
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Now I didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but
Now it's '95 so let me drop a line This goes out to the young black queens On the neighborhood scene Who haven't lost their dream I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove Around the way girl with hope in your heart Do his five in the purse an' five in the start She's the kinda woman ya take home to momma The only kind you ever let get past the drama Coolio know that you ain't no ho And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat Queen of the entire universe And you know how I know that you were put here first An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya Accept my apologies for my brothaz.... (Chorus) My...sista... Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas You're all I need... Princess of the Nile An' sweet black sexy child Ooh I like your style, huh First motha on the planet I know it's gettin' scary And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat And use your God-given talents and abilities No matta where ya from ya get much respect From the top of your neck to your county check I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn Brick house with a face like Leena Horne I ain't no cap to save a ho But I got your front An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want So when it's time to put it down I won't be runnin' Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubmanm, huh No matta what ya do or where ya go Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio.... -Chorus- Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts Make a nigga sing a song all night long Til' his voice is gone Wit' no music on You can be a busta on a hardass low An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke And um uh Every time ya need I'll owe ya Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way Wit' no hesitance An' any type of the leg I talk about my granny Batana, an' Vanita Jacki an' Nicole an' Grandy an' Artisha I gots to give credit where credit is due An' all credit that is credited is credit to you I give praise to your wayz An' for all my day Apologies much respect to the sons I raise.... -Chorus(extended)- |
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Yeah 1996
Coolio with the flow Rated R superstar LV that's right Mossberg Smith & Wesson Forty-five let me tell you how I learned my lesson House party in the hood at some niggas I don't know But I had to go they had a house full of hos I stepped into that party with my nigga high off that head The hos is looking good so we try to make a friend for night Let's get it right let's get it straight But now these punkass niggas in the party want to play a hate I'd bust a cap to save a rat so what's up with that It's 1996 so these bustas get no kinda of doubt Like American Express here we go again I never leave home without it so don't even think about it Just let me leave and I won't have to make you bleed But if you make an offensive move then I'm gonna have to show a groove Back up off let's keep it soft Don't make me have to show you who these 16 bosses be This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside Way back in the days we dudes don't forget a name Now everybody wants the fame but things change ain't the same All these sucker set-trippin killin for no reason That's why I never leave the house without my nina I love my baby carry my baby whereever I go For these suckers get in a twist they say I beat their pimpin Stop wishin you was in my shoes And learn to be yourself stop acting like somebody else It's ninety-six and most of the homeys thinking of six feet The six I found out if you wear partners where the friends go Every week you don't see me I gotta put at work I guess the shit don't stop till my gaskets drop Stop hating my life and get your own Be true to this game or this game will do you cold Everywhere I go I got my back I hate to do my all black but I must stay strapped This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside No no oooo I can't escape this life I been trying to live in piece but these fools won't cease They insist with their bullshit so I got a full clip Chitty-chitty bang-bang doin it's a new thing One shot from a Jake .38 can make your brain ache I'm the kinda nigga that don't believe in frontin' But if you run up on me trippin you best believe I'm dumpin' I got bills to pay and kids to raise And a whole generation of lost niggas to save So I ain't got time for that yip yap If you start some static I'm gonna have to blow your mind back Believe that nigga daisy if you do it's true Fuck with Coo you get done that's how we do it to it Don't start no shit and it won't be none son But if you do I'm going for my gun Like Doc Holliday a nigga ain't scary So if you want to trip then I'll be your huckleberry This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really really really ain't me But the streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside |
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We meet every single day at the same old place
at the same old time with the same state of mind me and her together but we know it ain't forever we just happy for the time the weed and the wine the walks in the park, escapades in the dark we knew how it had to be right from the very start coz I got obligations and she's in the situation that she came to state, so this is our fate holding hands, a smile, a glimpse a kiss and a dance but we can't take a chance on gettin caught so we stick to a plan coz we both got another and they wouldn't understand it me and Mrs Jones have a thing going on I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong it ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt but what they don't know don't hurt me and Mrs Jones -Chorus- Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones The very first time I met her I saw her from across the room and instantly we both became consumed by the thought of she and I being together so I headed in her direction for some closer inspection I intentionally brushed her hand her skin had a satin texture the feeling she gave me was more than I could measure and right away I knew I had to have her with me if not with me then maybe just to hit me she got pin point skill and percision in the walk and the way that she talk make my mouth turn to chalk she give me everything that I don't get at home and it seems like I'm a man coz her's is always gone, now tell me what love got to do with it No coz we both feel good when we kickin' it some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her alone but me and Mrs Jones got a thang goin' on -Chorus- Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones It's been about a year since we've been seeing eachother and we're a whole lot more than just part time lovers coz when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em but her life is not revolved around how revolving I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasie, but deep down inside we know that we can never be any more than what we are, a phone call in the car bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar when all of a sudden right out of the blue my ladie got a clue on what what we was up to and wait a minute, damn from what I understand It seems that my woman's been talking to her man since we both in love with the people at home it looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone coz I got a woman and she got a man so that's how it goes, and that's how it is -Chorus- Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones [We had a thang goin'] Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones [We got a thing going on] Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones, oh yeah We used to meet at the same place same time used to sit and talk it over [We got a thing going on] talk it over Me and Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones |
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Starlight
Starbright First star I see tonight I wish I may I wish I might Get this lick I try to hit tonight.... Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Everytime I think about it I still can't understand What night these niggaz think they don't need a plan Cuz if you don't have a plan, then Tell me what you got The old get rich quick scheme Or bust her ass Broc Niggaz be punkin' out loc Dyin' over nothin' It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion Hickory Dickory Thievory Trickory Povorty Misory Pleads to insanoty Homocide Rivalry Garnd theft buglory Purgory Emergency surgory A.P.B. They lookin' for a G You ran through a field Hopped a fence And climbed a tree 9-1-1 Here they come for him Nigga wit' a gun Now your ass is done Ain't nowhere to hide Ain't nowhere to run Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun.... (Chorus) Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Bright as the sun Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Bright as the sun It seems nowadays Just to get some respect Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check Or come around the corner on 3 Hobbit Blockin' up the street Flossin' back on your keys An' everybody's sayin' you're the man loc Never broke An' high off that pream old smoke Sippin' in the seat Rollin' in the ragtop Chevy '63 The p.i.m.p. On top of the game But now you're gettin' laid Cuz that gak weed o' yay is playin' tricks on your brain You're lookin' for a way out Before your game play out Cuz once you game play out Ya lose all ya' kriz out Late one night you was rollin' down the block With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock One-time got behind you and they told you to stop But you kept rollin' cuz ya said you wasn't broke Out like a sucka You dumb mothafucka Now the chase is on An' here go the song How the hell do you think you can run When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun -Chorus- Lockdown since the '80 situation number three, a Nigga is released from the penitentary Fools betta recognize An' visualize Don't be suprized Ya betta realize They gotta plan fo' your ass, a Cage for the mask, so If you're rollin' dirty ya then ya betta have a stash Spot in your whoopty An' know the whoompty whoofty When the whoompty whafty is done unto you, see He don't know the new game B'cuz the new game ain't true game Well he betta catch her quick Becuz the old game is runnin' Nine is his waist That's the new game loc, cuz If you ain't heated then you might get smoked He was walkin' down the street Mindin' his business Just happy to be free And what do we see? From the corner of his house Here come one-time So off he dashed Like they set fire to his ass Cuz if he get caught It's strike number three An' this might be his last day on the street I bet next time you'll listen when I tell ya son That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun -Chorus(extended)- |
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Secretary: This is how we do it... this is how we do it
[phone ring] Sec: Last chance records, may i help you? Oh, what's up girl! Young nigga came over last night, and guess what. He was a busta. But hold on a second. Excuse me, may I help you? Poison: Yeah, I wanna see Chester, I got an appointment with him. Sec: Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly. [Door opens] Sec: Mr Johnson, your 2:30 is here. Mr J: Eh, send him in. Damn, your showing a little good today girl. Sec: Mr johnson will see you now. Mr J: He heey! Come on in here boy, see I told you you was goin' be a star, didn't I? P: Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man, you ow me some money. Mr J: Man, money! wha??? P: Man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin' about! Mr J: Let me... P: Fuck that! [gun shot] Mr J: AAOOWW! you didn't have to shoot me... P: Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! It's too late for that shit! [ 7 gun shots] Sec: AAAW, You shot Mr Johnson! [2 gunshots] P: SHUT UP, BITCH! |
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I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley
From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light Take a real close at what it look like A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit Playin tag with body bag, Bullets, And bloody rag And did you put the dodge on the toe tag? Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do Make sure what you believe is real and true Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch.... -Chorus- When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah Lootin' an' shootin' I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do They betta post on the corna with the busta crew Playin' games I used to play back in '79 With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie If you want some respect ya won't be individual On the nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in the Sixty-fo' Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all But one day there's gonna be a final call That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street But now when niggaz get beat They wanna go an' get their heat Everybody know that you know how to kill But tell me do you how to let a nigga live I gotta dream that maybe one day Niggaz can't fight then walk away I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up, an' Shoot 'em from the shoulders To show them you can hold your I sing the song of the fight of the black man In America In a state of hysteria No longa will I accept the second rate I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey Its the one - two combination punch to the throat There's a hole in ya boat bitch That's all she wrote Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- |
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Verse One: Malika
Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika) Yeap the diction is on point Causin, friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties Niggie trippin why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip Peep the correct way to get your pimp on Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her If I'm swingin for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her Ninety-five's on poppin, representin I keep stompin Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin Verse Two: Shorty I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size Have you Goin' Down like Mary J. Blige When it's poppin like this, you can't be a coward Shorty freaks fuckin beats like Adina Howard My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers No toleration, for fakers and busters Fuckin with me with all honesty You get bombed rap songs comin constantly Bumpin G-15's, Westside scene Killin the competition, while making a fuckin green So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie And I want you to know G Chorus: We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail Verse Three: Leek Ratt (of 40 Thevz) Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny How many linny and squidgy think they can see me? I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe if you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show For my stage show beat em up 40 Thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coast Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em for poppin like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin cuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when I'm bustin or get to duckin cuz I ain't given em nuthin Fools can't get none, so fuck em! Verse Four: PS Let me rock the motherfuckin mic Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night I got jabs like a welterweight champion The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin quick to get it crackin Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner Fuckin with a winner, number one contender top dog Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs 40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar Best to put your daughter Wack ass rappers get tossed up Trying to come in here with that garbage My crew see the dopest and the hardest So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed Chorus 1/2 Verse Five: Ras Kass I peep game and get recognized, buyin all the hard liquor toothpick and beedy-dyin Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt And ain't nothin crackin For them niggaz steppin up with the funk I'm packin Tinactin Cause I be earnin stripes in tight bunches All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often Jaywalkin over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and John wrecked that Austin won't soften you're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin Stalkin lofts men to New York and in between so take caution, leave the flossin for dental hygeine Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl's virginity Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton Niggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when C and B came strollin Blowin niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma So bitch-ass niggaz better step, like the Delta Sigma Thetas Verse Six: Coolio We don't give a fuck, fools better duck 39 deep in the back of Wino's truck Like robbin in the paint, fool think I ain't? Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin rank I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk I bring death to the evil and power to the people My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck And you don't want no motherfuckin problems here Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out Verse Seven: WC Fresh out the penalty box Sportin a stockin cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks The freestyle finatic pyschosomatic back at it causin static with lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha bringin more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin over pissin in your stage monitor socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams You best to wake up and apoligize Niggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz I, burn like Parker but anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers The lyrical night stalker stalkin at night in a pair of creased Khakis Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight Dub-C, that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle Ay man! Ay ay. What's up Wino? Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here Are we out? Yeah yeah fuck it Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch! |
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