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boom bash wake up I set it off right
look around and turn your wet dream to fright night you can call me r&b homeys which stands for rough brother word to my grandmother I buck you in the head just to let ya know stick you for ya dough spit on the flo' drag it out of ya bring it on I smack him back down yo dope word is bond I know you want a piece of the champ but you roll too weak you couldn't make it in my camp you thought I went for the flip but I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear jump inside your video, bust you with a chair smack slap smack slap smack slap smack just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back smack slap smack slap smack slap smack click click boom, stop dead in your tracks stick the steel in your mouth buck buck buck buck buck, lights out (I'm comin') How ya comin' baby? (I'm comin') this is how I'm comin' the album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean (ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillatine fourteen shots to your dome kid I'm doin' time in the game like a bid movin' rhymes like a package so stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that and then some, dead dead dead, one by one never step to a real man 'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program they impress your little friends, bring you a little ends but you still you gotta ride in your mans benz word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow unh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' down my new album ain't no joke you wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke? I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob what you gotta deal with is real, made of steel you can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal take off your clothes and taste the steel check baby rockabye baby on the roof top open up your mouth and taste my gallot when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all splat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit' another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit the way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted non-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded get your face out the bill, catch the thrill carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill the thought of you gettin' scared turns me on like my first telivision with my backup tip hard so where's your mouth kid? where's your heart shorty? it's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty you look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy and ain't no way that you can rehearse for me murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure it's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger put up your women, your crib, your speakers your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks got 'em booin' all you mother rappers who think that's too tough bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had a hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head I pull your file, click I know you're good to style, blow livin' wild, when it's come to this I never smile what did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya? obey your momma, be on your best behavior it's never endin' and I am recommendin' you put your name as Brendan I see y'all that is blendin' the message that I'm sendin' is there ain't no pretendin' get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin' this is how I'm comin' how ya comin' baby |
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Yeah, man the flavour, flavour YEEEAAAHHH...!!! Ah yeah, who we doing? Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why I make your Benz seem obsolete G Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence Another young black man just caught a case Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here-acap |
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Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and Stick around while I defend my crown and No sell-out, the chip is too rough and I'll blow your skin to sofa, leave your mind to be tough And I might seem rough but life is much rougher To see success sometimes you gotta suffer I need a woman that's stronger than material needs And isn't motivated by green Dry my tear-drops and feelin' my pain and Watchin' my back while I strive to maintain and Makin' love like a medicine doctor I knew that she was bad from the day that I clocked her Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby My enemies come and my break-bread's tough but You recognize game from your eyes and walkin' Baby ain't no way I'll let the vultures attack you So I'll teach you the game and tell you how to react to The conversation, sexy vibration Visual stimulation, slick persuasion Times are hard, I need a woman that rolls by God And the only man she loves is Todd But will you be around when the raindrops fallin' Or could it be you never loved me at all and I need a trooper, a soldier, a agent I need someone who can roll with my arrangement The reap reducer factor and The Queen of the Uni , not an actor and Standin' by her man till the end Not only as a lover but a friend Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby (yeah) Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby Man, do things get better? We can look back at the whole aerators Remember the times when they said I couldn't do it But I was rougher than rough and baby you knew it and You held back when your loved jobs called in You had faith when they said they're not callin' You understood that what we had was good you stood by your man like a real queen should That's why now I got you livin' your dream as A beautiful wisdom, a part of my team and As long as I live on this earth Anything you want is what your loyalty's worth Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby (I wanna send this one out to all the ladies in the house) Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your man Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby, (word) Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your man (peace) You got to stand by your baby You got to stand by your man Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your man Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your baby You got to stand by your man You got to stand by your baby Stand by your, man, stand by your man You got to stand by your man |
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| 4. |
| 4:27 |
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Here we go - another funky style Peace to my brothers on "Rikers' Isle" Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild This here part is like section one so you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns Early mornin' light is yet to come And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun Females - let your hair down Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown with the funky sound, the razzamatazz you give me to the "sploshers", you can get your-a blast Enter at your own risk - some brothers got weapons Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied and answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop Dosey-do your partner all night long and all you mothers, bring your kids along (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) Huh, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) (just kick a little somethin'...) Ain't no mountain high enough to overcome this funky-like type of stuff The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff Oh, my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver Don't stop till you get it on With ya head be- boppin' like a bouncy ball They do it in the park, they do it in the mall But when I do it (yeah), I'm doin' it for y'all Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static Flippin' on the freak like I'm acrobatic You were searchin' for the funk and I had it Here we go - hand over the cash yo What chime? Aiyyo, blast the tobasco Work your body like a dime, oh no Do the freaky-deaky - the whole girls' cargo Females on the side - we gotta win 'em, yeah The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah Except my beeper number, rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber Makes me sick like an earthquake So do the baddy-too-true, we got cash to make Able body, ready to party, all the ladies in the house must be eatin' hardy And provin' and movin', groovin', so soothin' good for ya And clinically proven - damn!! Every little bit of the tip makes ya taste flip, like sugar on Ritz Get on down, to the sure-shot sound Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) whattup, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) aiyyo, aiyyo (just kick a little somethin'...) Pump up the nasty, nasty, nasty sound Kick back and let it please ya like a rub down Put ya body in the lost and found (Kick that L) I love the way its goin' down What you see is what you get And all the words who's next to be the teachers pet? Down-home monkey - corn fed, original And what you do is up to you, the individual This is the place to be for y'all underage brothers with the rebel mentality Sweet young freaks sayin "Rock me ?Arma-day-us? Skin so smooth lookin' all (???) Video to video, tape to tape Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate Party is packed like a rich mans' fridge Too many people in the crib The situation is sweaty and crazy like Eddy and yes we are ready to funk it up steady ain't nothin' here petty Trip down to your laund-a-ray - I'm ready!! Hold your horse, and baby feel the force and get jaws off - no matter what the cost Come out to cloth, get hot like a stove Early in the mornin', we're dancin' in robes to a funkafied sweaty, greazy groove I know the Marley remix to make you move (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) I do a little somethin' (Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup? (Yo Uncle) peace out, hah, I did a little somethin' |
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| 5. |
| 4:18 |
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[Chrus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings I'll take 30 electric chairs And put'em in a classroom 30 MC's And set'em free from their doom. Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind When we begin The wheel of fortune it spins Holdin' The rhythm like elastic Moldin' Your whole body like plastic So why try to deny what ya already know ya love Up above Cause the mania Hysteria In the streets While ya lovers getting merrier In the sheets I met this lady named Sweet young thing and She gave me that feeling That sunshine bring in. Hordable Sportable Totally affordable Silky smooth Voice was real audible. I said your cool as Ice Cuba She said, "your that Public Enemy I seen on the tuba." No I'm like your Uncle baby. The style of your beautiful face Drives me crazy. Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D? She said, "You tried to play me Like Big Dad-dy." I said, "I know your Tribe, I Called and re-Quested For you to be manifested." She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?" I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?" Rub ya down with warm Ice-T Make ya feel Bran Nubian Instantly. Boogie Down And check this Production. Gimme them lips They look good for suction. She said, "Sweet tease Cool with a little almond joy On the side Just doin' the fly" You like pound cake? Comin' to my house Turn on the lights And see me on the couch. I said, "Do the jingle And your from around the way. I like your earrings L's But anyway, Your grand-daddy is Here to spread cheer. Something nice and smooth With my tongue in your ear. Give me a snack Some Salt And Pepper on a burger. Ice Cube T Or if you prefer the Taste of honey Kid Ride in my Capri and That's the joint They got the real clear CD in. She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car. I don't know what type of man ya are. You might know karate Do me and get away I got a glimpse of your license plate N-W-A." [Chorus: x2] She was Chubby and Ready to Rock Naughty By Nature and Part of my private stock and Riding in the relax Frame of mind and Hammer timing Incredible. So edible And unforgettable. Soft like a Q-Tip I'd love to get with you Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do Feel it in mo and more, When I get ready for a showcase Put together well I go deep And have an oil well Show and tell. I said, "Yo-Yo! You're so intelligent And elegant." I n-I never Run to be D With another MC I got what I want Right in front of me. I know a kid named K He's a MD. Last time I heard Yo, was getting real friendly. Belly to belly and Chest to chest Thigh by thigh Leg by leg and I guess. Ain't no way to get ya out Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort Of a freaky situation With a peppermint twist Ricky or Mike is next on the list. Nastified and all-funkified Come'on Come'on Come'on Ride. Can you hear? Never fear Whatcha hear. What ya hear Is it clear? Understand And love ya big dear And I will appear My dear With a beer And bags full of cheer And waterbed, Yeah! Cause I rumble and groan. She said, "You got to be bad to Make the moanie moan." Ain't no reason to front On the way your life shown. Boo-ya! How I'm jumpin' your bones Like a Grand Master in a Flash. Put out your cigarette And rest your tired ash. All I wanna do Is make woopie Your my pink cookie. Not a wookie When you take it off I'd love a lookie. Cause I'ma mix it up toss style. Peace out You got the sexual profile. [Chorus] |
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| 4:55 |
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Uncle
rippin the microphone and blowin the stage apart. These MC's ain't got no heart they need to quit before they start. Shakin and breakin 'em down best at least f in 'em up up at least smackin 'em in a pilek now have a stomp and a smile G. Raisin replacin like Jason when I be chasin these rappers machetti style choppin down their petty style's bassin All in my face you got the mic but I gotta getcha off it you got my rhyme now cough it brother sweat the tip and forfeit. You're nada know nota I'm hotter You're a slow trotter. Karate switch the e into an a and it's karata. When I come on I'm rippin it up just like a madman. I fly your head chop off your legs and make your head stand. Tax and wreckin these chumps all of them I rub out. You know the time what's on your mind you know I never go out. I be breakin bouts ya boys your block is full of bums see. You never was too clever stick the fork in you you're done G. The instrument'll rip with the ultimate of all the rappers. Toe to toe whenever I go I guarantee the flow will smack ya. Pumpin ya full a lead just like a 9 kickin it off in half the time takin a break and makin mine you're way behind. Ya needed a title and all the uncle made your title for ya hopin and prayin and wishin that I can't rap but I rip all a yall in half look at me laugh Ya hee-haw style ya kick it Mmmmm I see goodies gimme the mic and hoodie now I'll dick it. Any the every the his the hers of those of theirs of them. I see your title around your neck just swingin loose I take your gem. I'm takin it off you neck with every line that I select and rappin it up and cuttin while I'm starin with disrespect. Bustin off yeah squeezin like a vice grip blowin ya off the stage into the crowd so have a nice trip. I'm takin control I hold the microphone is good as gold fly so many heads I built my twenty-fifth totem pole. Turnin it out and gettin wrecked is just a understatement. How special to rap a flat puttin his head inside the pavement. Burnin 'em up just like a flame thrower rippin 'em with the cool flower. Takin 'em out in pairs like the man, Noah Holdin 'em up just like a trophy for the world to see. You really ain't superb you see you're goin out like a girl to me. Takin your little boo-hoo baby tear drop cryin style breakin it down until there's dust and I'ma vacuum up the pile. Showin and provin and groovin and makin a movie on the mic. slappin a Marlboro in his mouth just like a dirty little tyke. Master of the murderous maniac mad style amazin man mackin the mic since I was just a mere child. Props and props more props than Terminator 2 with pen and pad I play to you and on the cross-fader too. Endlessly with energy undefeatable ally expandin my empire you don't wanna test me. Wizard of funkadelic every album's like a relic bite the line chewin on mine but ya never live to tell it. Bustin it off quick flippin the script that's in the bushes then walkin around the jam I'm handin out pounds and mushes. You're makin a face you wanna test my slick manuever? Your best to rock a break beat or somethin you can groove to. Even if every rapper in the world was makin jams as soon as I set this off their mic's are slidin out their hands. rockin the junky's world with the release of every single back in the days I told ya I need a beat to make ya jingle. Overlord droppin the sword and choppin off the mic cord. rappers are dead all over the street in every state I toured. I'm dealin the truth with living god that's right before ya eyes. And I'll be rollin in hoods and sneakers you can keep the suit and ties. No sell out bet ya uncle never dies. Gimme that microphone I'll rip it up until sunrise |
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| 3:56 |
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Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) James Todd Smith and nine years old When +Sugarhill+ was in control I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get sold I set my demo in a silvia-treated me cold Time flew cause I was gettin' my shit off Sixteen-now it's about the time to set my first hit off ("I Need A Beat") +I Need A Beat+, it was a smash on the DL But everytime I did a show my name was mispelled +Can't Live Without My Radio+ drops I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box +Rockin' the bells+ like a madman dissin', event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first ?50,000 All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold a little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school, SHIT!! ("Todd, get upstairs and take out that garbage") And its the funkadelic relic Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) And its the funkadelic relic Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) I wasn't tryin' to hear it cause I'm bad When I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad +I Need Love+, that means I need a girl to love me down I dropped the pretty style cause rap was gettin' ugly I waited a year for the results, I'm triple platinum We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them +I'm that type of guy+ when poppa wasn't happy with it Trippin' them up, that was my style, but everybody bit it Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with flavour Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major Puttin' out +Till Da Break Of Dawn+, tell me what sucker? Cops harass me +Illegal Search+ motherfucker I'm just a brother makin' jams now I got a name I still remember chillin' with my pistol on the train I'm sayin' two to this I'm representin' hip-hop Admit that I'm the man, its time for me to get my props Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic Yeah, (bring in the funk (uh) baby, bring it in, bring it) Come on man! +Mama Said To Knock 'Em Out+ I knocked 'em out the box I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself when all the punks on top of everybody else, but in '92 and '93 I'm makin' history The largest motherfuckin' street, that ain't no mystery The baddest rapper ever born, you think I'm crazy? I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it Thought I was +Going Back To Cali+ where I knew I wasn't I sent a +Murdergram+, solo in a black van I'm claimin' knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland +Mr. Goodbar+ lickin' all the rough stuff I'm kickin' down your door with condoms in a rudder-put You wanna find me come to +Farmers Boulevard+ and you can hear me eat them up, just ask for Todd Uh, and I'm the funkadelic relic Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it, uh) (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) (bring in the funk) (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) (bring in the funk) (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) |
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Ey, ey, check it out homie man, you need to get up out of this spot man and get a job man before you get smoked man (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...) I know you don't wanna hear it man but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man (where's my guns?) When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots] (swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips So black man really care about politics In the ninety's, our governments so slick I watch CNN sometimes and I realize they're playin' tricks on my mind They want a man to work with his hands Too young to die, and they don't give a damn Rare-momma got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove you might cry to my political groove Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath I love you to death while my beats' like a reef In the middle of the night on the city streets The only thing we got left is the beat All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh Who brings guns into the USA? And then makes sure that they come around the way Gain the points until the whole race traps And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops The projects are hell, wait a, minute There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator Say the clubs, I can't get a job Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs!!! Brother of pain, their whole lives are over They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober And all the ladies got bags of clothes They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows The streets are like a nightmare While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon When you need a toga-black, hire black linen Your rippers' man applause when he can't get a job He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob The black women don't understand Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man In the mornin', a brother feels like a jerk Seein' black women and white men go to work So all women fear, the brothers ain't real Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal Hold my hand while I get it all together They don't deserve me at times of bad weather Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls And there's another way besides basketball Let me go, let me do what I do I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner And you can get robbed if you wanna Paybacks a mother on the street You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats Brothers ride by real slow You get leary when they got tinted windows Sittin' on the steps with a blunt I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front My Aunt Ellie always talked about God Tell me you never cried cause its so hard Government got a hell of a plan But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me |
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Mad madness trashy brother from way back. We're blowin mics since the days of 8-track. Certified bonified pull out the weapon. Rusted. Your ho's gets busted. Run your jules! Shootin up ya damn fools. Leavin' your loser lazy lyricist in bloody pools. Went away came back your still wack. Now your slobbin Marly's mob for a dope track. Comin off like a bra and its the witness. No click-click a fru (?) business Don't care about no money got props in it. Flippin scripts with every letter in the alphabet. Wanna jump. JUMP! And jingle your rump. RUMP! Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks. Full-grown I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid. Put the mic down my peoples know where ya live. I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle and have the police playin the fiddle in the hospital. Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness." Rhymes kick your teeth but end up frontless. Soul survivor of a thousand beats sendin funeral wreathes to all ya use-to-be chiefs. Is a raw to a bearlin in the woods (?). Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack. I heard you think you got a chance to win but my glock is stopped off to murder the top ten. Rough and rugged and raw I'm like a callous. The underground can say "ain't no Fra-zontin in my palace."Well can I be the flavor of the month? I got the flavor plus I can bump a chump. I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out. I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooz out. Bust on the scene to let ya know I wasn't frontin. Got ya screamin for my album so I had to do somethin. Write tonight to take a bit not a bite. And watch the (?) freak you with all my might. Like "Here I am to save the day!" I stop the tracks with the mic so I say "To chay" and "On Gaurd" when I'm swingin for your brow. Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin allowed.Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me. Run for ya life now here somes Mr. Funky and I'm pissed. So watch how many heads I'll be the takeout boy ya better look out I work ya like a cook-out. So get the flavor the original Mr. Funky (?) and you watch me do my thing. Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker and make your girl "Bump-bump! Get it, Get it!" like Luke Skywalker. I can't front I love rappin with a passion. Crash your head front into the funk you think I'm slam dancin. See when you front you make mad the alter weight (?). Freak this: "funky twin powers activate!" Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles. Crushin MC's while their girls do the hustle. See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, your dead wrong. Damnit, can't we all just get along? We'll see there simply ain't no frontin allowed. Yo, I'm out like the Cosby show peace to the Funky Child.Punchin your god-damn eyebrows off roughin it up north lookin' like your laugh off (?). It's a blash smash and crash from my stash. Be watchin your back kid. Your girl and the phat path. Talkin bout your macks and tax. What's with that? Your gettin wet like sloooow sex. Rippin on that old school kid. Leavin sliced as a slit says I wet your crib. No question. Testin the west and the east and once the ammo was released and I'll make your girl come and getcha. Hope you get the picture. Boy your better off if a pit bit ya! What's its like in the illest fight. Believe the hype. I'm givin crowds more nose jobs than Mike. Fight sight alright they bite spot light tonight is hype trigger happy tripe don't hit bite my owner's right. And ya know it's comin off so don't ask it. Snatchin the vocal and hotties on the rap tip. Mackin ya boys up. Bringin the noise up. And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts. Chainsaw gain more and riegn raw. And never let a brother play it is my main law. |
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I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide city to city ghetto to ghetto some flavor for you and yours and your jeep you're the type of girl that got class and style still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while so I pull up to your door to give you what you're looking for unh hardcore I know you wanna come...in my jeep we can park on a back street you're checkin' out my carphone, scopin' out my jewelry let's do this in a hurry air freshener is kickin', drive through for chicken I know you need a good stickin' that's when I see my man Snoop peace, what up kid? loungin' duke as I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier you're gettin' hornier and hornier I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor) you're legs is incredible, I do a double take you're puttin' on your lipstick I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa) quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, don't sleep (where at?) back seat of my jeep back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an episode back seat of my jeep, let's swing an ep' I'm pullin' over near your building I light a candle on the dashboard, we're chillin' I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this you got class but deep down you're real freakish you got it all, but you never had a wild episode that's when me and my jeep showed up with the funk in the trunk and hittin' it, we're spunkin' I'll even get you drunk and tipsy 'cause I know you're feelin' frisky you love it 'cause it's wild and risky you got your eyes on the hood you're up to no goodI took you in the back, you hoped I would you got your black on black so stacked in the back while I'm pumpin' in the CD I'll skip a track windows are foggy and, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby and you ain't in between the Isley Brothers' sheets I give it to you real raw in the backseat that's how you want it, don't ya? (yeah) you'll tell your girlfriends, won't ya? (nah) don't lie take it in your eye (why?) so buckle up, buckle up what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? what's my name? huh I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live I'll put your numbers in the archives so take 'em off, and put them things on the mirror girl it's my jeep and your world you got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing 'cause I can tell you wanna swing we're bonin' on the dark blocks wearin' out the shocks, wettin' up the dashboard clock seats full of sweat, I told ya I would hit it your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it workin' as a team somebody, anybody (scream) jump with me to the cash bar I'll be like Bruce Lee in them skins goin' "waahhh" damn, it's so good, the mad grip on my tip you're still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip you go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah) you're so cute, wit' your gold tooth exstentions on the carpet that nice round brown is my target it's so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy I love it when it's pushy but don't laugh, I'm serious with this (word up) the back seat of my jeep, is priceless you're climaxin', you're climaxin', it's full action you love a good waxin', it's so relaxin' unh, give me a hug see what I'm sayin' love? [ |
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Come on, yo come on (survivor, survivor) Come on, come on, come on, come on (survivor, survivor) Come on, come on (soul survivor) Come on, come on, come on, come on [LL Cool J] They said I wasn't rough, too much dough, he got an old flow Everytime you open your mouth you feel your elbow I'll catch a felony on top of a melody brought a family, and dough woulda been so happily I'll beat the Laker off of a clown and chop him down to size Sick of all these wanna-be bad guys Made loot, many g's, bought a crib where I live told my kids - "yo, damn, that I'm a fugitive" Runnin' from the streets and our beats - the sad sheets, uh A sunny beach, video hoes within reach Farmers Boulevard - liberty and forty is gone And E ain't put nobody on When I came back to smack and give 'em a welt like belts makin' them strip and all of that Punks better run for they guns I'm not the one and can't nobody rule until L's done [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) [LL Cool J] I worked the Murphy on the mix What's wrong with these stupid lunatics playin' "Joint" for a drag-bit? I'm harder than-?find in a jar? People wasn't rippin' these records, all of y'all would get robbed I'm comin' straight out the barrel with your name on my arm blowin' the hoody of your head like a home-made bomb (BOOM!!) I'm big and so you figured I would relax (nah!) Don't ever sleep I'll wake ya up with an axe The Boulevard ain't safe for my beats - drop the herb Twenty times harder without a curse Makin' rats flee, hardcore - and that's me!! The baddest soloist in hip-hop history L-L-C-to-the-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know? Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G A crowbar in your mouth - now ask me... [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) Take it to the bridge Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? (the L the L) Who's the man on the mic? [LL Cool J] My territory's hard, I'm rollin' with one railguard The microphone is my credit card Blowin' your boots off, freeload - you're too soft Usin' a butcher's knife to make your whole root call I heard somebody said the skills wasn't good I'm lettin' eighty tigers loose in this neighborhood (RAH!!) I pop the willies on my bike, lickin' shots and laughin' everytime you sneak a weak paragraph in You blowin' your mind, blunted and cocoa and time ain't nuttin' changed, you wrote another wack rhyme I'll leave your bullet-bittled body on the curb lookin' slerve with a t-shirt - DON'T DISTURB THE HERB!!! You're the next contestant tonight Come on down to my shake clown - the slice is right Rip your jaw out the socket, been rockin' for years tell the troop, you're still look with E and drop it! AS I DEAF-TIFY YOUR EYE, COMPETITION TRIES TO MASS MY SIZE!! Buryin' the acts and your back will be rhymes and tracks while you're sleepin' like a "sleaze-stack" - BELIEVE THAT!! [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on come on, come on, come on, come on (soul survivor), come on [Chorus] It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) It's the L baby, baby, the L baby, baby It's the L baby, baby, the heart (soul survivor) |
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Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? (Cool J, uh) Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me? (Hit it) Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer catch a heart-attack, cause I'm back I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad I'm mad cause they said I wasn't bad No recognition cause they said I'm from the ghetto Carryin' nine millimeters and stiletto's I guess I need a TV show to get mine But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind That's too soft for L I'ma write a rhyme-fighter inside of the rebel "Yell" Hour jack loops and dancer troops Watch out for the gangsta-machine-gun-loose Ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this No way, huh, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this Last year pop rappers got awards And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic-cord They see LL, they know the brothers' real But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite I gotta blow up more and more Shakin' the rafters from here on after Puttin' an end to all the laughter There ain't no way they can win with the band all in, plus the turntable spin Strip-sea |
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Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found This, the season for murder - isn't no reason to hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin' And every alley-way, they're gettin' high On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Young people, with no education, politicians, deny and segregation Young infants, deserted and abandoned Step parents, lack in understandin' Homelessness, all across the land, war, man against man Treachery and evil fillin' our communities and all these hypocrites, aiyyo, they're stealin' from our charities Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up (we gotta rise) People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down LL Cool J Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can-cannot be found This, the season for murder - isn't no reason to hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin' And every alley-way, they're gettin' high On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Many poisonous chemicals and (uh) boom! Many devilish goals are up (uh) soon! No love where loves' ya dwell in Mother-earth transformed into hell an' Ice, murders, conspiracy and (uh) schemes! Young boys will reveal their, dreams! Handguns in the hands of the young and diss all this paranoia, yo, there's much slugs for everyone Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down (blow) Down, down, diggy, diggy, down We need to rise (rise), as if we live with our eyes (eyes) Stay away from the hate (hate), before it's too late (before it's too late) We go ah... Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down Down, down, diggy, diggy, down We gotta rise... |
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The wind is howlin
the rain pours down eyes are blood shot heartbeat pounds. Lights go out the whole world's in darkness the ground is tremblin' dogs are barkless. In the sky there appears a great light burnin' all the flesh off the creatures of the night. AAAHHHH! Cryin' in a childless (?) tone terrified of dyin' a painful death alone. Don't smile lest a innocent (?) chile The power of god is gonna get to be your tal (?). Throw like a hit from the best take it in a slump ha ha feel it in your chest. Conquerin the world with the words leadin the children like herds. I can feel it buildin I'm about to explode I'm walkin on the crossroad People livin in a shack - at the crossroads Little kids sellin crack - at the crossroads stab you in the back - at the crossroads Everybodies gettin jacked at the crossroads Violins and trumpets play 25 thousand people in a golden sleigh on there way to the promise land. Deliverance but yet some don't understand. Rough on a late night thrill after midnight kill or be killed. Soldiers, warriors (?) at each other on the combat zone. Supreme power on the throne. Lighting strikes in every home. Terrified men run down the street. So many dead bodies it's hard to eat. Come, we gotta rise above the wall. To see what no man has seen before. Blindin' light that got you through the night. God is on your side to got in a fight. Homicide suicide death. BOOM! Ain't nobody left. Ohhhh! It's startin to take affect. Your on your knees you scared to death. Tornados with a thousand people spinnin. One fight at the cross and now god is winin. The whole Earth cracks in half. The sea turns red from the blood bath. Abandoned buildings burned and two remain (?). Terrified you feel the fire blaze. The ground can't hold your weight. You reach out to grab the pearly gates. Who clocked this f not from space. Never again will you see the human race. 19 angels leadin the devil straight to hell! Torment! Pain! What you're seein here you can't explain. All your life some men we played the game. Never realize that there's a flame. |
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