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RELEASE DATE:	2004-02-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	16
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	45

INTRODUCTION

Hieroglyphics크루의 일원이자 오클랜드를 대표하는 랩퍼 Casual의 최근작. 국내 팬들에게도 Hieroglyphics의 98년 명반 'Third Eye Vision'등을 통해 그 이름을 알렸던 그의 독특한 비트 메이킹과 랩 실력을 확인할 수 있다. 언더와 오버의 구분을 무색케 하는 다양한 샘플과 보컬기법의 사용, 그러면서도 힙합 특유의 깊고 묵직 ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

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2.

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[Chorus One]
I'm a make my nigga love dat.
I'm still in the shit, killin' the shit cause nigga still feelin' this shit.
Show me where your love at what's wrong wit dat.
(Bad bitch's in the back ground)
"Cause ain't nothin' wrong wit dat."

[First Verse]
I need some scrill n' that's real
They got me in this league feelin' like Jermaine O'Neill
Came out to early an' signed the wrong deal
So now Jerry Brown movin' in the navy seals
Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho
Lookin' for a man ta' get her ready to go
Instead of the dough she, trippin' off the medical's bro
The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn't know
To do for my Ho I'll ride on a scooter in snow
Who do you know that'll tutor your Ho
The executor truth n' shit
Got em' wishin'to be hotter want me an' Faye play in the Bay with sea otters
To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an' two S.S. Impalas'
Bubblin' to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat
Holla

[Chorus 2]
I'm a make my people love dat
I'm still in the shit killin' the shit
Cause nigga still feelin' this shit
Nigga show me where your love at
What's wrong with dat
[Back to chours number one.]

[Second Verse]
Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin' for the semen
It's your ho?
It's my nut
It ain't nuttin' till you struttin' through the cut
An see your slut on the passenger side I'm like what?
This bitch call me that's why you saw me faulty slidin' on way-way with baby
Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin' my bones
But I got Seven-Six-Two's(Recording Studio)that are pumpin' your dome
Wutin' answerin' her cellular phone
Man I'm tellin' ya
Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in
Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn
With a bottle of ginn an' her modelin' friend you a baller
I ain't got I a dollar to spend
Jus' holla n' then next week it's Quality Inn
Cant wait to see Dada(Check shout outs n' thank youse)
Again soon as he get outta the pen
Holla

[Chorus one x2]

[Third verse]
Eh. you got some money?
You better invest that
Cause nigga'll be all in your house like "where the rest at?"
Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that
You blessed cause you ain't sleeping in your vest cat
Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds
And Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones
Partner!
You know what blunt's do to your lungs?
Nuttin'
Least bit they plottin' the meek shit
But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit
An' walk the pit talkin' shit wit nigga's
I be sparking wit
But we family so normally we chalk the shit
Informally
My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me?
(This is harmony.)

[Chorus one x2]

[Chorus One]
I'm a make my nigga love dat. 
I'm still in the shit, killin' the shit cause nigga still feelin' this shit. 
Show me where your love at what's wrong wit dat. 
(Bad bitch's in the back ground) 
"Cause ain't nothin' wrong wit dat."

[First Verse]
I need some scrill n' that's real
They got me in this league feelin' like Jermaine O'Neill
Came out to early an' signed the wrong deal
So now Jerry Brown movin' in the navy seals
Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho
Lookin' for a man ta' get her ready to go
Instead of the dough she, trippin' off the medical's bro
The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn't know
To do for my Ho I'll ride on a scooter in snow
Who do you know that'll tutor your Ho
The executor truth n' shit
Got em' wishin'to be hotter want me an' Faye play in the Bay with sea otters
To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an' two S.S. Impalas'
Bubblin' to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat
Holla

[Chorus 2]
I'm a make my people love dat
I'm still in the shit killin' the shit
Cause nigga still feelin' this shit
Nigga show me where your love at
What's wrong with dat
[Back to chours number one.]

[Second Verse]
Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin' for the semen
It's your ho?
It's my nut
It ain't nuttin' till you struttin' through the cut
An see your slut on the passenger side I'm like what?
This bitch call me that's why you saw me faulty slidin' on way-way with baby
Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin' my bones
But I got Seven-Six-Two's(Recording Studio)that are pumpin' your dome
Wutin' answerin' her cellular phone
Man I'm tellin' ya
Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in
Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn
With a bottle of ginn an' her modelin' friend you a baller
I ain't got I a dollar to spend
Jus' holla n' then next week it's Quality Inn
Cant wait to see Dada(Check shout outs n' thank youse)
Again soon as he get outta the pen
Holla

[Chorus one x2]

[Third verse]
Eh. you got some money?
You better invest that
Cause nigga'll be all in your house like "where the rest at?"
Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that
You blessed cause you ain't sleeping in your vest cat
Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds
And Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones
Partner!
You know what blunt's do to your lungs?
Nuttin'
Least bit they plottin' the meek shit
But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit
An' walk the pit talkin' shit wit nigga's
I be sparking wit
But we family so normally we chalk the shit
Informally
My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me?
(This is harmony.)

[Chorus one x2]

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3.

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4.

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5.

WE DON`T GET DOWN

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6.

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7.

MINE IN A BAD WAY

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8.

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9.

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[Intro: beat starts and Detective speaks]

[Detective]
Point her out to me
Oh that's her
Not bad!
Not bad at all
Let me talk to this bitch
Hello

[Girl]
I have drinked enough booze to tell me I could use a big stiff dick right now

[Detective]
God damn baby you just met me let's get to know each other more

[Girl]
What difference doe's it make either you want to fuck or not

[First verse]
Eh, these Ho's be crazy
That's why I ride away to the hide away bumpin' Isaac Hayes
Seat back reclinin' in the 'Lac
My mind on my scratch
The beat gatt right on my lap imbibed n' no trap
I'm cold in fact, I hold the gat
Ain't never told the rat where the dossier at
I kept my composure
I popped the clover hopped in the rover
N' drove like a soldier on four king cobra's
Seen her house n' pulled over
Motorol'ed her like "come out side"
Fuck where we about to go let's ride
This ain't no punk bitch
When I met her she had on that louie sweater n' them tailored made manolo's
A nigga knew he did her 'cause I'm in ta' dat
I'm like (" wus doe's blonic's ?")?
Fired up the chronic
Sipped the tonic
"Happy Hanukkah!"
She knew what I wanted when I was on to her
She hoppin' in the range now
So I can feel my bond with her
N' we ain't even got to leave the car
Got the T.V.'s the camera's n' the V.C.R
'Bout to make her a star!
Y'all know the deal
When your fuckin' freak ho's in your automobile

[First Chorus]
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me fuck in the automobile

[Second verse]
Eh,I love L.A. Ho's
I met this broad named Jodie
She used to drink forties with a little bit a stollies
Picked her up
Ran up in the broad in the rent a car
Soon as I was finished dropped her off on Laseanaka
Rollin' in a ol' skool on goe's
Ho's jockin'
Cause they ain't knowin' this shit's stolen
Pull it ta' tha liquor store
Actin' like I need something
Turned out
Left the car runnin' n' the beat bumpin'
I catch Ho's like I'm riding a stretch Roll's
Dipped in my best clothes
Sippin' on X.O
But no!
It's white tee shirt n' Jabo's
Or the creased Levi's, the five-o-five's
Hat pulled down over my eyes
You know the size of runnin' your chop's
Don't broadcast or televise
To none of them dude's!
Fuck her hard to chill
Just keep bumpin' bad broad's in your automobile

[Second Chorus]
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
What's the deal?
Baby!
Let me fuck in my automobile
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
What's the deal?
Baby!
Let me hit it in my autobile

[Third verse]
You can catch me slumped low in a 'vette
With a Ho n' mowet
She throwin' a fit 'cause I ain't stoppin' or going ta' get
Ridin' high in the 'burb n' never touchin' the curb
Trying ta' roll a dutch n' I swerve n' cut in your lane
Getting brain in the rain
We starin' in the Lebaron
But the bitch jus' looked n' laughed
She ain't carin'
Like this one little freak that I bumped at Roscoe's
Fucked her shotgun had that ass on the console
(Break down?) to a bus
The shit stay real
When your fuckin' wit them bitch's in your automobile
I pulled up in a seven douce cutty with knock
Ten gee sound system
Everything else stock!
Baby girl in the passenger seat keep axin' ta' eat
I kept mean muggin' n' blastin' tha beat
Probably shoot her through the "drive-thru"
You know the deal!
When your fuckin' mad bitch's in your automobile
Final chorus
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me fuck in my automobile
Come on let's fog up this window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me hit it in my automobile
It go!

[Intro: beat starts and Detective speaks]

[Detective]
Point her out to me
Oh that's her
Not bad! 
Not bad at all
Let me talk to this bitch
Hello

[Girl]
I have drinked enough booze to tell me I could use a big stiff dick right now

[Detective] 
God damn baby you just met me let's get to know each other more

[Girl]
What difference doe's it make either you want to fuck or not

[First verse]
Eh, these Ho's be crazy
That's why I ride away to the hide away bumpin' Isaac Hayes
Seat back reclinin' in the 'Lac
My mind on my scratch
The beat gatt right on my lap imbibed n' no trap
I'm cold in fact, I hold the gat
Ain't never told the rat where the dossier at
I kept my composure
I popped the clover hopped in the rover
N' drove like a soldier on four king cobra's
Seen her house n' pulled over
Motorol'ed her like "come out side"
Fuck where we about to go let's ride
This ain't no punk bitch
When I met her she had on that louie sweater n' them tailored made manolo's
A nigga knew he did her 'cause I'm in ta' dat
I'm like (" wus doe's blonic's ?")?
Fired up the chronic
Sipped the tonic
"Happy Hanukkah!"
She knew what I wanted when I was on to her
She hoppin' in the range now
So I can feel my bond with her
N' we ain't even got to leave the car
Got the T.V.'s the camera's n' the V.C.R
'Bout to make her a star!
Y'all know the deal
When your fuckin' freak ho's in your automobile

[First Chorus]
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal! 
Baby
Let me fuck in the automobile

[Second verse]
Eh,I love L.A. Ho's
I met this broad named Jodie
She used to drink forties with a little bit a stollies
Picked her up
Ran up in the broad in the rent a car
Soon as I was finished dropped her off on Laseanaka
Rollin' in a ol' skool on goe's
Ho's jockin'
Cause they ain't knowin' this shit's stolen
Pull it ta' tha liquor store
Actin' like I need something
Turned out
Left the car runnin' n' the beat bumpin'
I catch Ho's like I'm riding a stretch Roll's
Dipped in my best clothes
Sippin' on X.O
But no!
It's white tee shirt n' Jabo's
Or the creased Levi's, the five-o-five's
Hat pulled down over my eyes
You know the size of runnin' your chop's
Don't broadcast or televise
To none of them dude's!
Fuck her hard to chill
Just keep bumpin' bad broad's in your automobile

[Second Chorus]
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
What's the deal? 
Baby!
Let me fuck in my automobile
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
What's the deal?
Baby!
Let me hit it in my autobile

[Third verse]
You can catch me slumped low in a 'vette
With a Ho n' mowet
She throwin' a fit 'cause I ain't stoppin' or going ta' get
Ridin' high in the 'burb n' never touchin' the curb
Trying ta' roll a dutch n' I swerve n' cut in your lane
Getting brain in the rain
We starin' in the Lebaron
But the bitch jus' looked n' laughed
She ain't carin'
Like this one little freak that I bumped at Roscoe's
Fucked her shotgun had that ass on the console
(Break down?) to a bus
The shit stay real
When your fuckin' wit them bitch's in your automobile
I pulled up in a seven douce cutty with knock
Ten gee sound system
Everything else stock!
Baby girl in the passenger seat keep axin' ta' eat
I kept mean muggin' n' blastin' tha beat
Probably shoot her through the "drive-thru"
You know the deal!
When your fuckin' mad bitch's in your automobile
Final chorus
Come on let's fog up these window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me fuck in my automobile
Come on let's fog up this window's
Turn up the bump n' blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me hit it in my automobile
It go!

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

10.

I GOTTA (GET DOWN)

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14.

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15.

IT`LL COME AROUND

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