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[intro] Snooooooooop .. Snooooooooop .. [chorus- snoop dogg] When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pourin Sean Don And I roll the best weed cause I got it goin on [verse- pharrell williams] Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams See these ice cubes, see these ice creams Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat That's whiter than what's spillin down your throat The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs The interior like suicide wrist red I can exercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed Cheat on yo man ma, that's how you get ahizzead Killer wit the beat, I know the killers in the street Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit Tryin to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Matter fact, you should take four B And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P [chorus- snoop dogg] When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pourin Sean Don And I roll the best weed cause I got it goin on [verse- snoop dogg] I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that I keep a blue flag hangin out my backside But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way i play I cut so much you thought i was a DJ [scratches] "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!" S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See I specialize in makin all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got world premiere right here, now get live! So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a livin room full of fine dime brizzles Watin on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo [chorus- snoop dogg] When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pourin Sean Don And I roll the best weed cause I got it goin on [verse- snoop dogg] I'm a bad boy, wit a lotta ho's Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$ Big Snoop Dogg, yea he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play me close, you're on a red beam Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back? AK47 now nigga, stop that! C mid shoes, now I'm on the move You're family's cryin, now you on the news They can't find you, and now thye miss you Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you Then dance to this motherfuckin music we crip to Suscribe nigga, get yo issue Baby come close, let me see how you get loose! [chorus- snoop dogg] When the pimp's in the crib ma Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pourin Sean Don And I roll the best weed cause I got it goin on [outro] Snoooooooop .. Snoooooooop .. |
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| 2. |
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Ooh, I can't wait to get next to you Oh, I just can't leave you alone Boy you got me doin' things that I would never do And I can't stop the way I'm feelin' if I wanted to I'm crazy bout the way that you could make me say your name And if I couldn't have you I would probably go insane cause Only you can make me feel Only you can make me feel And only you can take me there Only you can take me there And only you can make me feel Only you can make me feel And only you can take me there Only you can take me there Ooh, I can't wait to get next to you Oh, I just can't leave you alone Boy you stay inside my mind ain't no denyin' that And only you could do them things that got me comin' back You gotta be the realest thing that I have ever felt And I'll do what I gotta do to keep you to myself cause Only you can make me feel Only you can make me feel And only you can take me there Only you can take me there And only you can make me feel only you can make me feel And only you can take me there Only you can take me there Crazy bout the way feel I just gotta have you here And I wanna let you know I won't ever let you go Only you can make me feel Only you can make me feel And only you can take me there Only you can take me there And only you can make me feel you can make me feel And only you can take me there Only you can take me there Ooh, I can't wait to get next to you Oh, I just can't leave you alone |
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[Chorus: Eminem] How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can be true We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you [Verse 1: Eminem] So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin i went So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to cry on Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it You even had the same type of childhood i did Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up To both yours and mine surprises Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it As much as your pride tries to hide it Your cold, you touch its like ice In your eyes is the look of resenment I can sense it, and i dont like it [Chorus] [Verse 2: Kon Artis] It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse On my own album with a deal but shit got burst So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk Like yall was husband and wife or somethin But me catchin you fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin Cuz you wont fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can't be loose But i am really you friend, i'm jus trying to tell you the truth But dont hate the game or the player Cuz the one that is changing is you [Chorus] [Verse 3: Proof] You're only at the top cuz my homie had to stop Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block Homies in the hood only she be on the tube Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who Fools i used to rap with all expect magic Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise (how come) when you talk its with bitter is fight And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face. [Chorus] |
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| 4. |
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Yea, ha ha, yea, yea If I can't do it , homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and run rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want? Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sittin on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!) If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO' 20 inch rims sittin low-pros Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW,IM LOCO Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain G-UNIT!(yeah) We get it poppin in the hood G-UNIT!(yeah) Muthafucka whuts good? I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap" It's a wrap, nigga If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features I am whut I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it Fuck it If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha |
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| 3:58 |
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If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's Money Cash Hoes I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole ass hole If you like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I play they show they play my hits well I give a shit SO Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has I'm from rags to riches niggaz I ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me year is ninety four in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law Got two choices y'all pull over the car or bounce on the Devil put the pedal to the floor And I ain't tryin to see no high way chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case So I pull over to the side of the road Son do you know why I'm stoppin you for Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low do I look like a mindreader sir I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo Well you was doin fifty five in the fifty four license and registration and step out of the car are you carryin a weapon on you I know a lot you are I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk in the back And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that Aren't you sharp as a tack You some type oflawyer or somethin somebody important or somethin Child I ain't passed the bar but I know low little Enough that you won't illegally search my shit we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God damn sense try an' push me I try to ignore talk to the Lord Pray for him but some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin and he and his boys gon' be yappin to the Captain And there I go trapped in Kit Kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin again Paparazzis with they cameras snappin them D A try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African All because this fool was harassin them Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin But ain't nuttin sweet bout I hold my gun I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one You crazy for this one Rick It's your boy |
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New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit [Chorus] We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire [Verse 1] Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna 26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder Im buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah, im riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back rubs Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting raw deals Im only 21, sitting on mills [Chorus] We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire [Verse 2] If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her ?? I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters So cut the games ma, lets go in the back Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down And I aint bias when im riding through the town Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown She gotta be able to cum when I need her Tight ass pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader [Chorus] We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire |
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| 4:04 |
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Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl She's got that Sweat dripping all over her body Do you like that sweat dripping all over my body Sweat dripping all over yo body You like that sweat dripping all over my body It's summertime and I'm back again Then went to VA yo and got my friends Say wassup Pharrell Yeah But let's show em what's above the nail BLING 100 thou' couldn't get ya one of these I guarantee there ain't a flaw in one of these 200 thou' couldn't get you in the league And 300 thou' you couldn't even buy the keys I think ya need to add 50 more G's Now shall I proceed yes indeed Ho I need to see ya take it down to the floor Spread your wings if you're real ma fly real low Pause for a second ma grind real slow And if you do it right Rodeo we'll go Ho I talk a lil Fred Siegel girl Bonnie and Judy Lee but when she bad call Vida Guerra Apple bottom wit a pearl underneath it You talking like you don't need it I can tell ya conceded I like that in you I don't see nothing wrong Drop down and get your eagle on whoa Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl She's got that Sweat dripping all over her body Do you like that sweat dripping all over my body Sweat dripping all over yo body You like that sweat dripping all over my body Now what's next the trend sin up in this party O P P time now let's get 'Naughty You take baby girl and I'm a take shorty Wit the sweat dripping all over her body We gon move if you wanna groove if you wanna Fly ya north up ma and get rude if you wanna Ain't got nothing to lose nor to prove Baby girl soaking like she just got up out the pool eh I know you're thirsty ma go 'head and order what you want Some call it tricking go 'head call it what you want I came to ball I ain't come out here to front Cause the black card'll pickup what the grey card won't Her attractiveness got me attacking this Oh so fabulous booty maximus She wanna fly south for the winter I might just go down south Hell naw she ain't gon leave me alone Making plans for us to be at home Take your pants off ma you can leave your panties on But first drop down and get your eagle on whoa Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl She's got that Sweat dripping all over her body Do you like that sweat dripping all over my body Sweat dripping all over yo body You like that sweat dripping all over my body From the girls wit skinny waists to girls heavy set C'mon flap your wings c'mon flap your wings To the girls wit extensions to the girls wit dreads C'mon flap your wings c'mon flap your wings From the girls got it good living in the suburbs C'mon flap your wings c'mon flap your wings To the ones in the ghetto wit their hands on their curves C'mon flap your wings c'mon flap your wings OH Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl She's got that Sweat dripping all over her body Do you like that sweat dripping all over my body Sweat dripping all over yo body You like that sweat dripping all over my body |
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| 3:42 |
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Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they Can they huh I spit it through the wire man To much stuff on my heart right now man I'll probably risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kayne to the Chi Town what's going on I drink a Boost for breakfast and Ensure for dizzert Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man beserk Not to worry the Mr H to the Izz O's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Telling her your sons' on life support And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like EMMITT TILL She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine She a delta so she been throwing that dynasty sign No use of me tryna be lyin I been trying to be signed Trying to be a millionaire How I use two lifelines In the same hospital where BigGIE SMALLS died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here is history in the making man I really apologize how I sound right now man This ain't fair at all man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstru I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth I couldn't believe it But i'm still here for yall right now man This is what I gotta say yo Yeah turn me up yeah What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around but he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word Except he really putting it down And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude Bad night Right place Wrong time In the blink of an eye his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God drive a two on the sue I got lawyer for the case to keep whats in my safe safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I I look Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky IT WAS TELEVISED THERE'S BEEN AN accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta angel Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable would you thought they called me Mr Glass Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire spit my soul through the wire Know what im saying When the doctor told me I had a um I was goin to have a plate on my chin I said dawg don't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now Its bad enough I got all this jewelry on Can't be serious man |
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| 3:40 |
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Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping Keep em playing they position Keep making the people listen what I spin Put em out on a limb Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them It's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the Master! Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound Hitting you hard from - every direction Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg! Yeah..... Give it here, and don't say nuthin Just give it here, and don't say nuthin .....Cut the check Give it here, and don't say nuthin Nigga, give it here, and don't say nuthin Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax Most times they be sticking you without the gats I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand When a brother transform, from aynonomous man To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled Nigga black ink, red was a G finacial We finna have the whole industry at a stand still See me put the system on lock like can pill So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements Cause my click come a full sizeable portions |
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| 10. |
| 4:01 |
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Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what) We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out. I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I’m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya. Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up. I’m on now, god damn it I done came up. Now you could find me with the finest hoes. Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes. I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up. Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up (What) Slow down little nigga Don’t exceed your speed Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league I got connects so I don’t need no weed I’ve been in LA for a year now So I don’t see no seeds After I’m done you clappin’ the crew Hell yeah, I fuck fans Guess what your favorite rapper does too In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra She had my balls head first just like a soccer star You can only stand next to the man if you proper Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins Read the paper, look at the news We one the front page Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’ So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button G-Unit getting’ money I know some artists is starvin’ But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny I know you see me comin’ Cuz on the front of the Maybach It say payback for those who hated on me I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang You ain't no crip like snoop You ain't no blood like gang See I’ve been having beef I have my own bullet proof vest Most of my enemies dead I got about two left Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes You know how we roll Every where that we go It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles (yeah) |
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| 3:39 |
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Aiyyo ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind Thinkin dog can't pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat Nigga I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz Fuck is y'all niggaz Y'all niggaz just thinkin I'm sittin around doin nothin Oh my God y'all niggaz can't be serious Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that nigga in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggaz actin up Where the wolves at You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that nigga in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggaz actin up Where the wolves at You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that Man cats don't know what it's gonna be Fuckin with a nigga like me D to the M to the X Last I heard y'all niggaz was havin sex with the SAME sex I show no love to homo thugs Empty out throw more How you gonna explain fuckin a man Even if we squashed the beef I ain't touchin ya hand I don't buck with chumps for those to been to jail That's the cat with the Kool Aid on his lips and pumps I don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads Only know how to be ONE WAY that's the dog I know how to get down know how to BITE Bark very little but I know HOW TO FIGHT I know how to chase a cat up in the tree MAN MAN I GIVE Y'ALL NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKIN WIT ME IS YOU CRAZY Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that nigga in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggaz actin up Where the wolves at You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that nigga in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggaz actin up Where the wolves at You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that Once a song I come though guns is drawn BLAM BLAM lungs are gone sons will mourn From dusk till dawn nighttime belongs to the dog On the street passed midnight look for 'em in the morgue Don't play with these cats cuz I ain't got nothin to say to these cats For the mothers that really do love em please pray for these cats Cuz I know niggaz is hardheaded but I ain't got the patience Don't want me havin no patience turn into more patience More trips to ICU cuz I see you Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do Where my dogs at RIGHT HERE See them niggaz RIGHT WHERE GET EM BOY RIGHT THERE That's how we do AIIGHT THEN This is for my dogs this is for my dogs YO WHERE WE AT BABY CREEPIN THROUGH THE FOG From then till now don't ask me how Know that we gon roll like them niggaz and hit every block on the job Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that nigga in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggaz actin up Where the wolves at You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that nigga in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggaz actin up Where the wolves at You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that I get tapes doin times stop niggaz like grapes makin wine Five CD's with mad rhymes Don't hit me with that positive shit I know you lyin You really wanna stop niggaz from dyin Stop niggaz from tryin I cuz I ain't really got that time to waste and I thought I told you to get these fuckin bums out my face Lookin atchu in your grill I might be nice to cut Once I split ya ass in two you'll be twice as butt Yeah you right I know ya style PUSSY cuz I'm fuckin it Since we all right here you hold my dick while he suckin it MOTHERFUCKER don't you know you'll never come near me Shove ya head up ya ass have you seein shit clearly Never heard that D be runnin cuz D be gunnin I beat my dick and bust off in ya eye so you can see me comin Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind and if they get me with the joint they hit me with a three to nine Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that nigga in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggaz actin up Where the wolves at You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that nigga in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggaz actin up Where the wolves at You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that WHERE THE FUCKIN HOOD AT NO ONES' FUCKIN WITH ME NIGGA FO REAL I AM THE HOOD I AM THE STREETS YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT MOTHERFUCKER I'M IN THE HOOD ALL DAY I THINK I'M LIKE THE ONLY NIGGA THAT CAN GO TO THE PROJECTS HOME OF THE BRAVE BY HIS FUCKIN SELF AND BE GOOD YEAH NIGGA ASK NIGGAZ ON MY PROJECTS WHEN THE LAST TIME THEY SEEN DOG MOTHERFUCKER DEE WAAH UGH Where the hood at |
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Yeah As a shorty playing in the front yard of the crib Fell down, and I bumped my head Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head I said Yeah So then they said oh so that mean we gon, you gon switch it on em I said yeah, Flipmode, Flipmode is the greatest Knowing as a shorty, I was always told that if I ain't gon be part of the greatest I gotta be the greatest myself C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C'mon Yeah nigga what, what a surprise Get ya sumthin, make a nigga comb over your eyes All my niggaz getting money capitalize Die little small guy, we on the rise Everything a nigga touch platinumize Fully equipped, you know we come wit all the supplies Got a big gun, and I'ma show you the size You fuck wit any of my Flipmode family ties Me and my niggaz be comin through stalkin you out Killin off any and everything you talkin about See you in the club, now we walkin you out Should've thought twice before you went and open your mouth Yo, anyway we stay keepin it movin Fuckin with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you doin Now blame me, all the same niggaz is lame It's not a game, makin names still splittin your frames Y'all niggaz had enough Gimme some more Y'all niggaz want the wild shit Gimme some more Yo Spliff where the weed at Gimme some more I know yaw'll niggaz need that Gimme some more Even though we getting money you can Gimme some more With the cars and the big crib Gimme some more Everybody spread love Gimme some more If you want it let me hear you say Gimme some more Blast with a rash gimme my cash flickin my ass Runnin with my money son go out with a blast Do what you want, a niggaz cuttin the corner You fuckin up, oh to go ahead and meet the reporter Yo, she tellin news on how you switch to a bitch Little fake funny style, nigga chill with a snitch So now I pass and trait over your blood and to ask you Make a little roof for me and all my niggaz to pass through Cardiay see party, hey horray shit What with all my niggaz from around the way shit When I come through you niggaz know I do my thing Bring more shit that generate money *Ching Ching* Arrest you lyrically flow and caress you Bless you, then a nigga come to your rescue While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom I'm comin soon hit you with a boom gimme some room Yo, live nigga shit know what I mean I represent while we gettin money your rain supreme Hope you niggaz know we comin through full steam Can't see you better turn on your high beam All my niggaz while I'm ringing the sireen FLIPMODE be the glory niggaz on my team Never should you ever try to fuck wit my cream I O.D. when my shit get all in your bloodstream Everytime we be ripping it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin wit the hottest niggaz around Luck is when me and my people bother your town Holdin it down takin awhile and then gimme my crown Ay, all my people need to come and surround A nigga be hittin so much it make you fall on the ground Sure to make you shot that's what I be all about Turning you out makin all you niggaz fall out |
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(repeat 6x) Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! (Chorus - "roll out!" in background) I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin glock .40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it? Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted? Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through? Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whewwwww! Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good? You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood? What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG? A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me (Chorus) Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it? That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it? You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals? Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM? A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives Now it's time to choose (Chorus) Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted? Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted? Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch? You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house? What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth? What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE? Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace So shake, shake it (Chorus) 1/2x Get out my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah 'Cause these bitches all up in my shit and it's my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine My business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass 'Cause these bitches all up in my shit.......(fade) |
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Killa!! Dipset, shallowmain Jim jones, santana, freaky Lets go! what they want sing [chorus (mona lisa)] Girls just wanna have fun (oh girls) Girls just wanna have fun (girls juss wanna have) [verse 1] Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass Call jay off get a fun pass Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker Cause she cum fast than ski ski nigger We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, rap as fast She could be twista Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley Up in white lotus dog you might notice That you type bogus me im quite focus And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus [chorus] [verse 2] Godamn we stuck like stuck-o Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh) Man see what the fighting do thats why im pipng boo Aint even liking you, im exiting true Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune And a rightous view, from high to noon, day, he play Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller! Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker) Upset cause what she was showin, aw man yo you aint even knowin Ask question if youre a hoe and Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin) Where you goin, im flowin, she blowin, shy high like a bowing Got pies like it snowin [chorus] [verse 3] Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you) Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, honey sim sim with a pearl off cours And you know im in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters And i haul em in to the hiltons mister I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her) You helped her, you kissed her You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers [chorus 2x] |
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Locked up they won't let me out And I had a long day in court stressed me out Won't gimme the bail they can't get me out Now I'm headed to the county Gotta do a bid here im used to living luxurous I don't wana live here the walls is gray the clothes is orange The phones is broke the food is garbage A lot a niggas is livin with these circumstances Sp's the same i still murk ya manz'z Drug money to rap money work advances Niggas ran and told that i shoulda murked to kansas Niga got popped for a murda attempt Knocked me on d block when i was burning the hemph Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take to a further extent Locked up and they wont let me out When i hit my cell block niggas know to get me out Im steady tryna find a motive Why do why i go Freedom aint gettin no closer No matter how far i go My car is stolen no registration Cops partolin and now they done stop me And i get locked up They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they wont let me out They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they won't let me out Headin up town to re up Back with a couple keys Corner blocks on fire Under covers dressed as feens Makin so much money Ride up smooth and fast Put away the stash And as i sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they wont let me out They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they won't let me out Now that im locked up i rep two sets so Ima ride or die and stay d blocked up Two tooth brushes up Whoever wanted with p When i walk by nigga get up Cuz im locked up they cant get me out I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out Go and hit the bar when the reds be out Cant wait for the day when they let me out Cuz visitation no longer comes by Seems like they forgot about me Commissary is getting empty My cell mates getting food without me Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right But instead I get locked up They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they wont let me out They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they won't let me out They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they wont let me out They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they won't let me out They won't let me out they won't let me out They won't let me out no they won't let me out |
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[7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go [beat starts up] [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 1 - LL Cool J] You feel so good Rest of my life I wish I could Hold you tight and take a flight out the hood Was I foul or just misunderstood? Mind-mannered or up to no-good It really doesnt matter, either way I should Maximize the moment and hold ya close Jump in the drop spider and cruise down the coast Who loved you the most? I was never ghost When lives was on the line Confusion in ya mind Runnin outta time Drama of all kind But theres faith in our mind We spiritually inclined Sometimes I flip Sometimes you flip Sometimes we wild out and act like lunatics We movin too fast, the whole world's in a rush Everybody just hush .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 2 - LL Cool J] Its all a test; the pain, the drama The villa in the bahamas The highs, the lows The hoop-t, the Rolls The money flowin Certain doors that we go in The people we meet, the hands that we shake Whether its Mortans or Sizzla steak But everything will be okay [w/ 7 Aurelius] if we do it my way Cuz I believe in romance Kissin while ya slow dance Me bouncin baby? no chance No matter the circumstance Whatever it takes gurl, ill swim to France Cuz ya beauty's unmatched Such a great catch Unconditional love, forever we are attatched Deal with the drama, we can find our way back With or without the Maybach .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [Verse 3 - LL Cool J] I can feel ya pain Like we simese twins connected by our brains Walkin thru the desert in the ice cold rain Want you in my life and nothins gonna change God willin, we still be doin our thang When my six-pack's faded Raps outdated But thats many years from now so dont rush Little mama just hush .. [Chorus - 7 Aurelius] Hush baby, wanna let ya know This is how its gonna go If you wanna come and play Gotta do it my way Hush baby, dont talk so much Just wanna feel ya touch Everything will be ok If you do it my way (my way, my way) Hush baby [echoes] [7 Aurelius] Hush baby Hush hush darling Hush baby hush hush Dont talk so much Wanna feel ya touch [LL Cool J] Hush baby hush Hush baby hush [7 Aurelius] Hush baby wanna let ya know ... [echoes] |
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Let's Get it retarded in here and the basist Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in In this context there's no disrespect so when I bust my rhyme you break your necks We got five minutes for us to disconnect from all intellect collect the rhythm effect Obstacles are inefficient follow your intuition free your inner soul and break away from tradition Cause when we beat out girl it's pullin without You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out Burn it till it's burned out Turn it till it's turned out Act up from north west east south Everybody Everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded Get it retarded Get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Yeah Lose control of body and soul Don't move too fast people just take it slow Don't get ahead just jump into it Ya'll here a body two peices to it Get stutted Get stupid You'll want me body people will walk you through it Step by step like you're into new kid Inch by inch with the new solution Trench men hits with no delusion The feeling's irresistible and that's how we moving Yo Everybody Everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded Get it retarded Get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Yeah Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Cookoo aha let's get We Cookoo in here We Cookoo aha let's get We Cookoo in here We Cookoo aha let's get We Cookoo in here ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya Let's get ill that's the deal At the gate we'll bring the bud top drill Just Lose your mind this is the time Ya'll test this drill just and bang your spine Just Bob your head like epilepsy up inside your club or in your bentley Get messy loud and sick Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip So Come then now do not correct it let's get pregnant let's get hectic Everybody Everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded Get it retarded Get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Yeah We Cookoo aha We Cookoo in here We Cookoo aha We Cookoo in here We Cookoo aha We Cookoo in here ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in |
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[Intro] One two three uh! [Verse One - Andre 3000] My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for shooo.. Uh, But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me Walk out the dooor.. Don't try to fight the feelin' Because the thought alone is killing me right nooww.. Uh, thank god for mom and dad For sticking two together 'Cause we don't know hooowww... UH! [Chorus:] Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. [Verse Two - Andre 3000] You think you've got it Ohh, you think you've got it But got it just don't get it Till' there's nothing at AaaaaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaallllll.. We get together Ohh, we get together But seperate's always better when there's feelings InvooooooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOooooooOOOOOlved If what they say is "Nothing is forever" Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes Then what makes, Then what makes LOOVVEEE? (Love exception) So why you, why you Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial When we know we're not happy heeeerrreeee... Y'all don't want me here you just wanna dance [Chorus] Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (Don't want to meet your daddy, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just want you in my Caddy OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH, don't want to meet yo' mama OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Just wan't to make you cumma OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (I'm, OHH OH I'm, OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (I'm just being honest OHH OH, I'm just being honest) [Bridge - Andre 3000] Hey, alright now Alright now fellas, (YEAH!) Now what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) I can't hear ya' I say what's cooler than bein' cool? (ICE COLD!) whooo... Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, Ok now ladies, (YEAH!) And we gon' break this thing down in just a few seconds Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Lend me some suga', I am your neighbor ahh here we go! Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (OHH OH) Shake it, shake it like a Polaroid Picture, shake it, shake it Shh you got to, shake it, shh shake it, shake it, got to shake it (Shake it Suga') shake it like a Poloroid Picture [Verse Three - Andre 3000 (Repeating "Shake it" in background)] Now while Beyonce's and Lucy Lui's And baby dolls, get on the floor (Get on the floor) You know what to dooo.. You know what to dooo.. You know what to do! [Chorus] Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh oh, Hey Ya) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (Uh, uh, OHH OH) Heeeyyy... Yaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) Heeyy Yaaaaaaaa.. (OHH OH) |
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[Dr Dre]
Ya'll know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boots and no snowmobiles and no skis Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Hoe Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the oldies Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me [Eminem] Nowadays everybody wants to talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate, I really wasn't tryna bring trouble your way, wanna resolve things in a bloodier way, and study your tpe of NWA One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not It's harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck In a two car garage Hopin out wit two broken legs Tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'm kill you too and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when them cops can't come And me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still won't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin' today, tommorow's the new And I'm still loco enough to Choke you to death wit a Charston Chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the tent goes up to the mid 80's Callin in ladies Sorry Doc I been crazy There is no way that you can save me Its ok go wit them Hailey [Dr Dre] If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Now everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath Ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Knew that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch |
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Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie *singers come in over last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (2x) Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now When all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah Uhh, uhh B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your roadies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, nigga see B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get the phone number your name, I got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin on? What's goin on? Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see |
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo' 하나,둘,셋 그리고 넷 Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' 스눕도기독과 닥터드레가 문 앞에 섰다. Ready to make an entrance, so back on up 들어갈 준비가 되었으니 모두 물러서 있거라. (cause you know we're bout to rip shit up) (왜냐하면 너도 알다시피 우리는 지금 몽땅 다 뒤집어 놀 참 이거든) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble 우선 내게 마이크를 다오, 그렇게 난 거품처럼 거침없이 내뱉을 수 있어. Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble 컴튼과 롱 비치가 함께 한다.넌 지금 곤란에 빠져 버린 거야. Ain't nuttin but a G thang, baaaaabay! 오로지 갱스터 뿐이다. Two loc'ed out niggaz so we're craaaaazay! 최고의 두 녀석, 그렇게 우린 극을 이루지 Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! 데쓰로우는 내가 소속된 레이블이야. Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah!) 우리들은 결코 퇴행하지 않는다.그러니 볼륨을 줄이지 말아. But uhh, back to the lecture at hand 다시 강의로 돌아와서 얘기 한다. Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand 완벽함은 극에 달하고, 난 그들에게 노래를 들려주려 한다. from a young G's perspective 젊은 갱스터의 시작으로 말야 And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive 여자와 섹스를 하기에 앞서 난 콘돔을 찾아야 하지. You never know she could be earnin her man 너희는 그녀가 원하는 남자를 단번에 보낼 수 있다는 것을 모르고 있지. and learnin her man -- and at the same time burnin her man 또한 그녀는 그 남자에게 한 수 가르쳐 주면서 동시에 불타게 만들지 Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant 지금 너도 알다시피 난 절대 그렇게 당하지 않는다. 잘난체 하는 놈들아 Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it 내가 그 짓을 할땐 어떤 여자도 날 만족시켜 주지 못해. (YEAH!) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield 그래, 그것은 리얼-디얼 홀리 필드 보다 더 리얼하지. And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel 이 걸레들과 매춘부들아, 내가 무슨 말을 하는지 알겠냐? Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk 괜찮은 양의 물건을 준다면 내 주머니가 비는 것도 괜찮지 I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff 나는 이 끝내 주는 것들 중 일부만 가져가겠어. [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 [Snoop] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom 드레, 유령처럼 조용히 마이크로 다가와라 [Dr. Dre] Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in 그래 난 넌지시 보고 있다가 조용히 다가왔다. But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin 그런데 삐삐가 울리는 바람에 지금 겨우 마이크를 낚아챘어. Now it's time for me to make my impression felt 자 이제 내가 느낀 점을 말할 시간이다. So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt 마음을 편하게 가지고 앉아 있거라. 안전 벨트도 착용하고 말야. You never been on a ride like this befo' 너는 이전에 이런 멋진 걸 경험하지는 못했을 거야. with a producer who can rap and control the maestro 랩을 하며 명 지휘를 하는 프로듀서를 말야. At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick 동시에 난 마약과 같은 가사를 선사하네. You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit 너나 나나 다 알다시피 난 내 작품과 선곡을 위해 to add to my collection, the selection 옛 훵키 곡중 몇개를 샘플링하지 symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke 그것들은 마약과 마리화나의 흡입을 상징한다. 하지만 질식하진 말거라 If you do, you'll have no clue 만일 네가 그렇게 된다면 넌 나와 스눕 독이 on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do 다음과 같이 하는 것을 즐길 수 없게 된단 말야 [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like this 이렇게 [Dre] And who gives a fuck about those? 누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하고 있는 거지? [Snoop] So just chill, til the next episode 다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라 {*funky sample break*} [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Fallin back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean 갱스터 음악에 맞춰 신나게 놀아보자 Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens 신선함이 물씬 풍겨나듯 마이크를 잡고 흥겹게 만들어 주지 It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P 그건 으뜸가는 스눕, 그래 난 신인 랩퍼야 D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see 도기 독, 알겠지? Showin much flex when it's time to wreck a mic 마이크를 잡게 되면 장기를 발휘한다. Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite 내가 dolomite 로 불려질때처럼 여자들과 놀아나며 총을 휴대하지. Yeah, and it don't quit 그래 그러한 나의 행동들은 절대 끝나지 않아. I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit 내가 보기에 애들이 점점 시들시들해져 가는 것 같군. (Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?) (그래!) 그래서 드레,(왜 독?) Gotta give em what they want (What's that, G?) 그들이 원하는 걸 이제 보여주자고,(어떤 거 말이지?) We gotta break em off somethin (Hell yeah!) 그들을 확 뒤집을 만한 멋진 거.(그래!) And it's gotta be bumpin (City of Compton!) 그것은 신나는 것이어야 해.(컴튼 도시) [Dr. Dre] It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention 그곳은 아직도 많은 이들이 궁금해 하는 곳이지,그러니 주목해라 Mobbin like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin 멋진 폭동을 일으키지만 누굴 죽이거나 하진 않아. Droppin the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble 멋진 랩을 내뱉으면 머저리들은 우물쭈물 하게 되지. When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble 내가 마이크를 잡을 때, 머저리들은 마치 쿠키처럼 가루가 되어 버리지 Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked 이리 가까이 와라. 두들겨 패 줄테니, My motherfuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back 내 멋진 친구 도기 독이 뒤쪽에 포진하고 있다. Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin 내가 이런 저런 얘기를 흘리게끔 하지 마라. 한번 그러기 시작하면 몽땅 다 But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin 나와버리거든, 하지만 만일 내가 마리화나를 한다면 난 바로 돌아버린다. And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down 그리고 난 계속 랩핑을 전개하며 잘난 척 하는 녀석들을 끌어내리지 And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down 네 놈들이 계속 시끄럽게 떠들어 댄다면 난 너희들을 가만두지 않을 거야, Yeah, and you don't stop 그래 멈추지 않는다. I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock 내가 랩을 하는 건 마치 똑딱 소리를 내는 시계와 같다. But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn 절대 멈추지 않고 날 샐 때까지 난 계속해서 이 랩을 진행한다. C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach 컴튼과 롱 비치로 불리는 도시, Puttin the shit together 그들이 이제 함께 한다. Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better" 내 친구 D.O.C.의 노래"그 누구도 우리 보다 잘 할수는 없어" 처럼 [Dr. Dre and Snoop] Like this, that and this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 저렇게 이렇게 저렇게 It's like this 이렇게 [Dre] And who gives a fuck about those? 누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하는거지? [Snoop] So just chill, til the next episode 다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라. |
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Intro:
We′d like to welcome y′all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow Y′all niggaz know who I am y′all niggaz tearin up shit But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y′all tongiht Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg It′s like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I′m hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow But it ain′t no thang cause see my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I step through the do′ Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive Usin my styles like a contraceptive I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn′t learnt It′s the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack So put your gun away, run away, cuz i′m back (why?) Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now Tell me what′s goin on It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes Seakin of hoes, I′ll get to the point You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint You′se a flea and i′m the big Dogg I′ll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin paws Y′alls, niggaz, better recognize And see where I′m comin from it′s still East Side till I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y Chorus: It′s a crazy mixed up world, it′s a Doggy Dogg World It′s a Doggy Dogg World, it′s a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg′s World Verse Two: Kurupt Well if you give me ten bitches then I′ll fuck all ten See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin Don′t slip, I′m fo′ to set trip, to get papers Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors Ain′t that somethin, talk shit and I′m dumpin I had your whole fuckin block bumpin Don′t sweat, but check the tecnique, I′m unique like China Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I′m coming through One-two, three, you can′t see me I′m a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets It′s on again, it′s on and poppin All I see is green, so there ain′t no stoppin I wanna see some panties droppin I′m comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that hoe Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I′m dishin out blues, I′m upsetting like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name′s often marked for catchin slugs and I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it′s unexplanitory how I gets wicked but it′s manditory that I kick it Check it, I′m runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin Prepare for a war, it′s on, I′m head huntin Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9′s for some action You really don′t know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog You can′t do me, I′m goin out looney like O-Dog Chorus Verse Three: Daz Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long) Tell when (till the early morn) It don′t stop (and uh) it don′t quit (for the) The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit) Diggity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo′ So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick Till I die I′m still screamin that (bitches ain′t shit) Now i′m the mack daddy, had he, not known about the city where I′m from, dum diddy dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk I can see and I can tell that′s what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high I promise I′ll smoke chronic till the day that I die Chorus |
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Intro: LL Cool J
Mmmm yeah (mmmmm) check it out baby Make it hot... then we drop it (oooooooh!) Uh, yeah (oooooooh!) Uptown, you know how we do it Yeah you know Make it hot LL Cool J : It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny. Conventional methods of making love kinda bore me. I wanna knock your block off, get my rocks soft, Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft. LeShaun: I'm gonna call you big daddy and scream your name. Matter fact I can't wait for your candy rain. J : So watcha sayin', I get my swerve on, bring it live, Make it last forever, damn the kitty cat's tired. L : Mmm... Daddy slow down your float. Put it on my like G baby NICE AND SLOW. I need a rough neck nigger man dingle in a sec, Who ain't afraid to pull my hands, spank me from the back. J : No doubt, I'm the player that you're talkin' about. L : But do you really think that you can work it out. J : I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out, Here comes the man of steel. Chorus X2: L : Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, Doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well, J : I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn. I'm in the mix now, searching for the right spot, To hit now, get down, L : Damn my lover dig down. You use a rubber, J : Damn right. L : You are my lover, J : All night. L : Was pretty good till you heard the rubber, J : Man tight. The only thing left to do is climax, Let's make it last, L : Word we ain't goin' out like that. All this time you've been telling that you was a dime. J : I tried to warn you girl you wouldn't listen, Now let's get it on. L : Mmm, baby while, don't do that. Chill wait a minute baby let me please you back. J : You talk good one Chili love you're makin' me sweat, How a live nigger like it girl? L : Nice and wet. We get it on to the record and damn your large, How a big girl like it daddy? J : Nice and hard. Safe sexin' it, flexin' it, gettin' that affectionate, Chewin' it, doin' it, all while we're doin' it. Chorus X2 J : Baby, I wanna hit it in the worst way. L : Make it hot. J : Scheming on the ass since the first day. L : Don't stop. Damn I love it when you talk like that. Make it bounce sugar, J : Long as you can bounce me back. More flesh than the greek fest, L : Roll up the sex. J : Pass the fantasy, L : Put my body to the test. Wait wait daddy many niggers ago, I was a young girl listening to higher flow. Now's my chance to hit you off daddy I'm grown. From the back, from the side, J : Right, I'm in the zone. One of a kind when it's time to do mine. Camcorder and the whole shit, L : Press rewind. Let it flow on the screen while we puffs the L. Layin' back in the cut while we're under the spell. J : Word life, I like the way the F went down. Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll take you back downtown. We'll be, Chorus |
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The Blues has always been totally American.As American as apple pie, As American as The Blues,As American as apple pie,The question is why. Why should he Blues be so at home here?Well, America provided the atmosphere. You don't see what I see,Every Day as Warren G I take a look over my shoulder, as I get older, Gettin tired of mothafuckas sayin' 'Warren I told ya'. (You don't hear what I hear)But it's so hard to live through these years - With these funny-bunny niggaz,Ain't shit changin, Got my mama wonderin if I'm gang-bangin But I don't pay attention to these father figures, I just handle mine, and I'm rollin with my niggaz.Off to the VIP, you see, Snoop Dogg and Warren G.Unbelievable how time just flies, Right before your eyes, but you don't recognize. Now who's the real victim, can you answer that? The nigga that's jackin, or the fool gettin' jacked.(Yeah.)(Chorus) You don't see what I see, Every Day as Warren G. You don't hear what I hear, But it's so hard to live through these years. You don't see what I see, Every Day as Warren G. You don't hear what I hear, But it's so hard to live through these years. Another sunny day, another bright blue sky -Another day, another muthafucka die. These are the things I went through when I was growin up. There's only one hood, and niggas should be throwin' up. And I knew it, There really ain't nothin' to it, Thinkin' every fool's gotta go through it.Now let's go back -(How Far?) Back in time.Drag em to these hookas tryin to mack for mine. I remember when we all used to stop at the spot Back then my nigga-name was Snoop Rock (huh)It was all so clear, Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, then eighty-nine's the year. You say 'everywhere we roll, you can say we roll quick.' Way back then two-one-three was the click. Somethin' to stay paid I was just a young hog, Warren G, Snoop Rock and Nate Dogg. (Chorus) You don't see what I see, Every Day as Warren G. You don't hear what I hear, But it's so hard to live through these years. You don't see what I see, Every Day as Warren G. You don't hear what I hear, But it's so hard to live through these years. It makes me wanna holler, get out the game,Too many muthafuckas know my name. Now Snoop Dogg's servin' time up in Wayside, I puts a down on the street, don't try to take mine. I had to reassure the homie that he wasn't alone We'd talk, and him n Nate'd conversate on the phone. He kept sayin, 'Nigga, it won't be long, Before a little skinny nigga like me'll be home.' I said, 'Snoop, things done change, it's not the same, We need to get about the game.Cuz we can get paid in a different way, Wit you kickin' dope rhymes and I DJ.' Well as time goes past, slowly we try to make it, But things are gettin hectic, I just can't take it, Should I A: Go back to slangin' dope?Or should I B: Maintain and try to cope? Or should I C: Just get crazy and wild?But no I chose D: Create the G-Child. It's been on ever since with me and Mr. Grimm, That shit is gettin so hectic that I can't even trust him now. What would you do for a Warren G cut?Would you act the fool and nut the fuck up? Back the fuck up, act the fuck up? Niggaz talk shit they get smacked the fuck up, straight up. (Chorus then fade) You don't see what I see, Every Day as Warren G. You don't hear what I hear, But it's so hard to live through these years. You don't see what I see, Every Day as Warren G. You don't hear what I hear, But it's so hard to live through these years
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A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fine and is
Also known as a buster Always talkin' about what he wants He just sits on his on his on his on his So (no) I don't want your number (no) I don't want to give you mine and (no) I don't want to meet you nowhere (no) I don't want none of your time and (no) Chorus: I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me But a scrub is checkin' me But his game is kinda weak And I know that he cannot approach me Cuz I'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash Can't get wit' no deadbeat (deadbeat) So (no) I don't want your number (no) I don't want to give you mine and (no) I don't want to meet you nowhere (no) I don't want none of your time (no) Chorus If you don't have a car and you're walking Oh yes son I'm talking to you If you live at home wit' your momma Oh yes son I'm talking to you If you have a shorty but you don't show love Oh yes son I'm talking to you Wanna get with me with no money Oh no I don't want no No scrub No scrub No no No scrub No no no no No scrub No no (no) Chorus Chorus Chorus Chorus |
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Break me]
[Shit..] [Yo..] Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don’t know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dogs no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on but didn’t pig out Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out Hooked it up on later as I hit the do’ Thinking will i live another twenty fo’ I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I’m askin y’all Which court, are y’all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I’m trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freaking brothers everyway like M.J. I can’t believe, today was a good day Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn’t even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn’t even look in a niggaz direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog’s house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What’s the haps on the craps Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do’ Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I’m yellin domino and now i am yelling dominoes Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day Left my niggaz house paid Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade It’s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep so deep so deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one she didn’t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I’m coasting Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn’t even see a berry flashing those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the morning got the fat burger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read Ice Cube’s a pimp Drunk as hell but no throwing up Half way home and my pager still blowing up Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. Hey wait, wait a minute fool Stop the shit What the fuck am I thinking about? |
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[MC Ren as Court Officer] Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect Judge Dre presiding In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department; prosecuting attourneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy-motherfuckin-E [Dr. Dre as The Judge] Order, order, order Ice Cube, take the motherfuckin stand Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth so help your black ass? [Ice Cube as Witness] You god damn right! [Dr. Dre] Well won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say? [Ice Cube] Fuck the police comin straight from the underground A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown And not the other color so police think they have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, cause I ain't the one for a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun to be beatin on, and thrown in jail We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin with me cause I'm a teenager with a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, lookin for the product Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics You'd rather see, me in the pen than me and Lorenzo rollin in a Benz-o Beat a police out of shape and when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still gettin swoll off bread and water I don't know if they fags or what Search a nigga down, and grabbin his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top Black police showin out for the white cop Ice Cube will swarm on ANY motherfucker in a blue uniform Just cause I'm from, the CPT Ounk police are afraid of me! HUH, a young nigga on the warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath of cops, dyin in L.A. Yo Dre, I got somethin to say {*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*} Example of scene one [Cop] Pull your god damn ass over right now [NWA] Aww shit, now what the fuck you pullin me over for? [Cop] Cause I feel like it! Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up [NWA] Man, fuck this shit [Cop] Aight smartass, I'm takin your black ass to jail! [Dr. Dre] MC Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident? [MC Ren] Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority because the niggaz on the street is a majority A gang, is with whoever I'm steppin and the motherfuckin weapon is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law Wishin Ren was a nigga that they never saw Lights start flashin behind me But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me But that shit don't work, I just laugh because it gives em a hint, not to step in my path For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you punk!" Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk Pullin out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it punk, and I'ma fuck you up! Make you think I'ma kick your ass but drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me or any asshole, that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The motherfuckin villian that's mad With potential, to get bad as fuck So I'ma turn it around Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound {*BOOM, BOOM*} Yeah, somethin like that but it all depends on the size of the gat Takin out a police, would make my day But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say {*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*} [Cop] {*knocking on the door*} [NWA] Yeah man, what you need? [Cop] Police, open now [NWA] Aww shit [Cop] We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest [Cop] Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em (Move motherfucker, move now!) [NWA] What the fuck did I do, man what did I do? [Cop] Just shut the fuck up and get your motherfuckin ass on the floor (You heard the man, shut the fuck up!) [NWA] But I didn't do shit [Cop] Man just shut the fuck up! [Dr. Dre] Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit? [Eazy-E] I'm tired of the motherfuckin jackin Sweatin my gang, while I'm chillin in the shack, and shinin the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass -- or maybe cause I blast on a stupid-assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigger of any Uzi or an AK Cause the police always got somethin stupid to say They put out my picture with silence Cause my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got? A sucker in a uniform waitin to get shot by me, or another nigga And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger (MC Ren: Size ain't shit, he's from the old school fool) And as you all know, E's here to rule Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a dumb motherfucker with a gun And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be the one that I take out, and then get away While I'm drivin off laughin this is what I'll say {*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*} The verdict [Dre] The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck, white bread, chickenshit motherfucker [Cop] But wait, that's a lie! That's a god damn lie! [Dre] Get him out of here! [Cop] I want justice! [Dre] Get him the fuck out my face! [Cop] I want justice! [Dre] Out, RIGHT NOW! [Cop] FUCK YOU, YOU BLACK MOTHER-FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRS! Fuck the police! (repeat 3X) |
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Yo Chuck, bust a move man
I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I'm sayin' And this brother stop me and axe me Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice I said Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice Ya know what I'm sayin' So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my s - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One One One One One One One You got no rap - but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don't break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It's no fun - being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don't you know, don't you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back doubleteamin', get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom But it's also the words from outer region a goldboy session Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political al son I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man These brothers runnin' around - hard headed Makin' a little jealous Ya know what I'm sayin' Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin' man |
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| 4:05 |
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(chorus) No sleep 'til - Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my rhymes On location - touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking - your money I'm taking Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live (bridge) No sleep 'til - Another place - another train Another bottle in the brain Another girl - another fight Another drive all night Our manager's crazy - he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus Tour around the world - you rock around the clock Plane to hotel - girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while Four on the floor - Adrock's out the door M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back (repeat bridge) (repeat chorus) Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. - get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A. They all me Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A. Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Got limos, arena, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes - get out of my way Taxing little girlies form here to L.A. Waking up but I get to sleep Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week (repeat chorus) |
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Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E
We're takin' calls on the wish line Making all your wacky wishes come true Hello 1-I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four ---- I wish I was like six-foot-nine So I can get with Leoshi Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine You know I see her all the time Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams I can scheme a way to make her mine Cause I know she's livin phat Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball So how am I gonna compete with that 'Cause when it comes to playing basketball I'm always last to be picked And in some cases never picked at all So I just lean up on the wall Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls Who came to watch their men ball Dag y'all! I never understood that Why the jocks get the fly girls And me I get the hood rats I tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobble Got hit with a bottle And I been in the hospital For talkin' that mess I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name Glad I came to my senses Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type (rpt 1, 1) I wish I had a brand-new car So far, I got this hatchback And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat And do you really wanna know what's really whack See I can't even get a date So, what do you think of that? I heard that prom night is a bomb night With the hood rats you can hold tight But really tho' I 'm a figaro When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday Well then I'ma have to get in my car and go You know I take the 110 until the 105 Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look alive Cause it's hard to survive when your livin' In a concrete jungle and These girls just keep passin' me by She looks fly, she looks fly Makes me say my, my, my (rpt 1, 1) I wish I was a little bit taller... I wish I was a baller... I wish I was a little bit taller y'all I wish I was a baller (3) Hey, I wish I had my way 'Cause everyday would be a Friday You could even speed on the highway I would play ghetto games Name my kids ghetto names Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine Yo you know that's on the real So if you're down on your luck Then you should know just how I feel Cause if you don't want me around See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound Hey, you , what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh? Everybody wants to get down like dat (rpt 1, 1) I wish, I wish, I wish... |
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| 3:33 |
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Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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