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Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p p Pump Pump it up (Just Blaze) We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uhh) Verse 1: Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up she want work that, twork that Then again lemme hurt that, murk that Til ya gotta hurt back Can't spit it out Boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (Uuh) Chorus: Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up Bridge: I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I've been plottin' to get She can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p Pump Pump it up Verse 2: OK, we was leaving we was done Then she said "Can my people's come" Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me going out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uuh) (Chorus) Verse 3: Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross-world find cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put ya mind to it (Get it) Think about it the game is bad playa Ain't it bad playa Don't worry Joey will change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa I got the set boards to bring it back playa Bang and clap playa Front man no longer playin' the back playa Plain as that playa 808's pumpin' bang the track playa Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa Look, whatchu want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is j j j jump off j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off (Uuh, uuh, uuh) |
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[Intro]
Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! [Chorus:Ludacris and (Shawna)x2] When I move you move ( just like that?) When I move you move ( just like that?) When I move you move ( just like that?) Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back! (When I move you move) just like that? (When I move you move) just like that? (When I move you move) just like that? (Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!) [Verse - 1] How you ain't gon' Fuck, bitch I'm me? I'm the GOD Damn reason you in VIP CEO you don't have to see ID I'm young,wild,and strapped like Chi-Ali BLAOW! we ain't got nothing to worry about whoop ass let security carry em out watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless Feels like a midget is hanging from my neckless I pulled up wit a million trucks Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh! Pass the bottles, the heat is on We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech and Chong What's wrong?! The club and moon is full And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull one sure shot way to get em outta them pants Take note to the brand new dance,like this [Chorus] [Verse - 2] Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks But where the fuck is the waitresses at wit my drinks?! My people outside and they can't get in we gon' rush the back door and break em in The owner already pissed cause we sorta late But our time and our clothes gotta coordinate Most girls lookin right some lookin a mess That's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress But Louis Vuitton bras all over ya breasts Got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh C'mon we gon party tonight Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life DOn't be scurred,show another part of your life The more drinks in your system the harder to fight! [Chorus] [Bridge] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! [Verse - 3] damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down Get us out so someone can gun us down we was two songs away from getting some cutta Now we one song away from tearing da club up Move over! Luda got something to say Do it now cause 'tomorrow' ain't promised 'today' work wit me! Let;s become one wit the beat And don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet [Chorus] [Outro] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! Stand Up! |
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Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday! You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But, homie, ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cut, that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit' a few shells, but I don't walk wit' a limp (I'm ight) In the hood, in L.A, they saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla, in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm full of focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex I, ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't change And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my jaws get to bumpin' in the club it's on I wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me 'cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up Or we go upside they head wit' a bottle of bub They know where we fuckin' be You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either, nigga, But I lo chupe a junior, yeah In the club all the time, nigga, it's about to pop off, nigga G-Unit |
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Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah
(Chorus)(50 Cent) I teach you how to stunt My wrist stay rocked My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz I teach you how to stunt You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz I teach you how to stunt My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn I teach you how to stunt I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn (Verse 1)(50 Cent) 7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz 24 inches, Giovanni rimz All one, one wheel, when I want one of them Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga (Chorus) (Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks) I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin, but the kids used to look up to you, what happened? Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one. On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah I'm fairly new but I demand some respect cause i already wear your advance on my neck I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers Already figured out what to do with all my features decorate the basement, full of street sweepers. When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us, We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt! (Chorus) (Verse 3)(Young Buck) The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors let up on a car before Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go (Chorus) |
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[Intro: Murphy Lee]
Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo You never met a nigga like me Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude Who be doing what I do? Uh huh, yo whoo! Let's get at it dog, whoo! [Verse: Murphy Lee] Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett) But we ain't comin' down, it be them same ole' clowns Aimin' ya pound pretendin' they proud But when you leave town they go around they runnin' they mouth (maaann) They somethin' like a hata man Talkin' bad about a playa as if I'm not gon' see ya lata man You constantly frontin' until you confronted on If you don't like what's goin' on gwoin to another song Cause I keep a haa guilty My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?) From skimpy and empty to fuel on full See I be high when my car go Bulls Obey no rules to school you fools Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann) St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude [Chorus - repeat 2x] [JD:] But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!) [ML:] See I don't need no fuckin' hook on this beat (Shiieet) All I need, is the track in the background My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip [Verse: Murphy Lee] The sun'll come out.. tomorrow And I will never have to borrow Got my first car when I turned sixteen Only drove it home outta town limousines Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell So we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sell Haha, I stay on my own melodies Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letta 'B' That's how it be, how it betta be I preferably ratha have two or three girls in the bed wit me Close your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin' (whaa?) I always pay ma let a brotha hold somethin' I'm basically comin' from nothin' to somethin' When I say nothin' meanin' pocket full of lint and buttons (We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon'?) Stop a hotta teen went from nada to a lot of things [Chorus] [Verse: Murphy Lee] People always sayin' man it must be nice No hi no nothin' not a simple house life Understand the money's good but I'm still from the hood So don't be askin' for no "inch" be expectin' the "foot" Unless you want a foot (whoo!) I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put And it might not cost me playa Got a Benz peppa interia, paint salty playa And we all push it, but me I push it real good Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood Catch me on ya local derrty Or in the studio doin' vocals derrty I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew Let the girls do me while you do you And um, all I need is JD beat to be bangin' And I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slangin' I be ripping man [Chorus - to end] |
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Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Can I turn you on by my word's spell? Look into my eyes think I want you, can't tell Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash Wrist glist now cause I make a gang of cash Light glance, still street with the do-rag Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out Ain't changed game game around me, I run the game If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change Like simple, dizzy broads ain't messin' with my mental Natural born hustlin' bitch check what I've been through Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine Exec to my own shit, dawg I ownin' dot coms' Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me Huh, mad cause an image I don't care to be Realness, real shit, spit reality Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life Breath of fresh air Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair Why you listenin to other shit? You go the best here Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared Bet you anything you aint ready and you get left there Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my behavior, Same way they get down I get down for this paper Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her Still need to know who I am then cop the record Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson Bottom line my world, my way any questions Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch I'mma get this bank anyway that I do this shit I was born to shine while most of y'all was borderline bullshit Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless, Dispose the flow through my hands like water Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her All ball is played, won't starve today Song after song I write so I get paid Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round Now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down Make em love me over again and over your name Betcha they get over your style and over your fame Why you lookin sad at me, I ain't the blame Back to plan B baby I can feel your pain Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Who's that girl? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Eve's that girl La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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[Young Chris + Neef Talking]
Where the ladies You can feel me I wanna be your mother, your father Your brother, your sister Your everything [VERSE 1] [Young Chris rappin'] I think i might wife her You know, powder blue rocawear suite White nikes (uh) My niggas like her She been with me through the grind Girl you put in that time like been liferz Got tight, use 2 hookey and chill She tight, plus she cook up a meal Had the hook up for real More headaches and stress cuz a child involved Itz all good cuz our sex be my tylenol Best baby doll of all Shit the rest of you childish broads Give me the sex then i'm tired of yall So find the next to provide for yall I got my babygirl Plus she bout to drop my baby girl (off) Forget about all the rumors you hear girl A newer life is soon to be here girl And cant nothin fuck up that Gotta fuck with that Cant find a better love than that [CHORUS] [Rell singin'] Dont stop givin me your lovin Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin I wont give it up for nothin (cuz there's no better love) Girl you got me goin crazy You got me thinkin bout you baby Could you be my one and only lady (cuz there's no better love) [VERSE 2] [Neef rappin'] Comin up i thought cupid was stupid Only two loves, my family and music Fallen through somethin, jus couldnt do it It was the beginin of time And you was like nine but god damn you was fine Use to stay on my mind When i was out on my grind Open up the bags when im choppin my dimes There in the spindell Stood by me from the windows Popped up mad shit with me and got me rentals Sick with the plastic, what can i say Bitches hat around the way i had a lady, they Gossipin, watchin him, runnin back Moved up north, kinda fell of track Still my peoples though Love when i see you though Once a while, might call Jus to chill, might ball Forever my dogg Even when i downfall First in line whenever chicks is envolved [CHORUS] [Rell singing'] Dont stop givin me your lovin Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin I wont give it up for nothin (cuz there's no better love) Girl you got me goin crazy You got me thinkin bout you baby Could you be my one and only lady (cuz there's no better love) [VERSE 3] [Neef + Young Chris rappin'] We the youngest in charge So leave them other scrubs We give you better love The same time its tough Baby i feel the same as Neef do Spit the game as he do You can take to Aint no need to bring your peoplelingere see through She got it goin on Oh thats Cant Stop, Wont Stop We got them goin home We got them all alone Jus us, nobody's wrong Im ahead if you give head We do our jobs at the mall [Rell singin'] Every since the day i saw your face My mind told me You were the one that was down (for me) And baby when i get laced Im gonna do what you want, i'll be there (truelu) So dont you let a thing Turn you away from the love you need (my dear) I dont wanna play Around with you, cuz i know i found lovin right here [CHORUS] [Rell singin'] Dont stop givin me your lovin Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin I wont give it up for nothin (cuz there's no better love) Girl you got me goin crazy You got me thinkin bout you baby Could you be my one and only lady (cuz there's no better love) [CHORUS (until fade)] [Rell singin'] Dont stop givin me your lovin Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin I wont give it up for nothin (cuz there's no better love) Girl you got me goin crazy You got me thinkin bout you baby Could you be my one and only lady (cuz there's no better love) |
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Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ah ah ah ah Check it out Flipmode Squad '98 Raw Deluxe, check it out y'all I be the street hit The brotha yo momma freak wit Put yo people on if y'all know how to keep a secret When I get money ya know I like to keep it How I get money ya know others are tryin to peep it Flipmode, be the winners ya wanna form a team with The big money figures to plot da scheme with The brothas who be used to gettin money frequent The ones who I'd always measure up my triple beams with Until they start takin my people to the precint But dats all back in da day yo, that ain't nuttin recent Cuz now we see women we like to speak with Eat with, lay 'em down and sleep with Type of woman who make a brotha wanna keep it Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent Lotta corny niggaz who be offerin whack free shit I can't hold the heat no more, yo I gotta release it CHORUS 1: What y'all gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and my crew Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) To all my dogs dat stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Now everytime I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's aight Gettin money and everybody want it Smoke a big blunt, get all fucked up Fall on da floor, gotta call my X-500 Iceburg 5 where you at?? "No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom." Hurry up 5, things are about to get thick I see dis cat away behind my back about to do a stick "Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, I got your back, I'll be there just in time to counteract." Sometimes I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost, and blast through da ceiling in da roof Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's tooths Full speed ahead, like we runnin a toll booth Produce more flavour then Veryfine juice Call a truce on me and my people and let loose CHORUS 2: All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme see Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) All my people just wave yo hands, gettin money all across da land, one time Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) C'mon Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da scene Recline my seat, rock to da beat Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da heat Blow up da spot we be hittin, know what I mean? Got you hoppin yo people up like caffeine Flyin guilloutine, seein everything on my little computer screen From here to Phillipines Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene Me and my five be runnin the mission you never seen Hot shit, makin ya fuckas forever fein Anyone of you comin, you better come clean Hit you with a dose of rhyme amphetamine Got your eyes all bloodshot, ya need visine People in Wylin, I think you need to wreak da sirene CHORUS 1 & 2 |
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left 'Cos I've been blasting and laughing so long, that Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of You better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip but i gotta loc As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight. Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise (repeat) Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) The getto situation, they got me facing I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes So I gotta be down with the hood team Too much television watching got me chasing dreams I'm an educated fool with money on my mind Got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm a loc'd out gangsta set tripping banger And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away, I'm living life, do or die, what can I say I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24 The way things are going I don't know Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cooking They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me If they can't understand it, how can they reach me I guess they can't, I guess they won't I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me (fade out) |
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I Ain't Mad At Cha
Change, Shit, I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha hood Shit, I'm with ya I ain't mad at cha got nothin' but love for ya do your thing boy Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile I'm a send this out to y'all know what I mean ? Cuz, I ain't mad at cha heard all of y'all tearing up shit out there Kickin' up dust givin' a mutha-fuck Yeah, niggas Cuz, I ain't mad at cha Now, we where cnce two niggas of the same kind quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You were just a little smaller But you still rolled Got stressed to Y.A. And hit tha hood swole remember when ya had a jheri curl Didn't quite learn On the block With ya glock trippin' of Sherm Collect calls to the tip Sayin' how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now No more dope game Heard you might be coming home Just got bail wanna go to the Mosque Don't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie He's a changed man Hit the penn Now, no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money All you see is the struggle When I tell ya, I'm livin' large you tell me, its trouble Congratulation on the wedding I hope your wife know She got a playa for life And that's no bullshitin' I know we grew apart You probably don't remember I usta fiend for your sister But never went up in her And I can see us after school We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka with tha wrong shit on And now, the whole shits changed and we don't even kick it got a big money scheme And you ain't even with it Knew in my heart You were the same mutha-fucka bad Go toe to toe when it's time to roll You got a brothas back And I can't even trip cause i'm just laughin' at ya You tryin' hard to maintain And go ahead Cuz, I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha We used to be like distant couzins fightin', playin' dozins whole nieghborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we was wasn't Usta catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitz remincin' On all the time we shared Beside Bumpin' n' Grindin' Was nothin' on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back To a time Was much to young, to know I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow And even thou we seperated You said that you wait Don't give nobody no coochie While I'll be locked up state I Kiss my mama good bye Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes Said, that I'll return But I gotta fight The bitch that ride Don't shed a tear cuz, mama I ain't happy here I'm through trails and no more smiles for a couple a years They got me goin' mad I'm knocking brothas on their backs in my cell Thinkin' hell I know one day I'll be back As soon as I touch down I told my girl i'll be there so prepare to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it But I'm just laughin' at ya Cuz, you is a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (but your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha) Well guess who's moving up ? this niggas ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it Hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothin' to alot Ten Karets the spot He went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block He's Mister local celebrity Addicted to move a key most hated by enemy Escaping the luxury See, first you was our nigga But you made it So the choice is made Now we gotta slay you while you faded In the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off the bomb Hopin' we can make it To the better dayz Cuz, crime pays And in time You'll find a rhyme That'll blaze you'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger dayz So many changed on me So many tried to plot that I keep a glock beside my Haaand When will it stop ? 'Till god return me to my essence Cuz, even as a adolecents I refuse to be a convelecent So many questions, And they ask me if i'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto So I ain't real now ? They got so much to say But I'm just laughin' at ya You niggas just don't know But I ain't mad at cha (Chorus -- Danny boy) oooowwwwww I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (and I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha (I ain't Mad at Cha) I ain't Mad at Cha nooooo I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh |
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COMMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!! It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill, I'll bust that grill Grab my gat, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic, Synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar Headed down to da Mexican border Smokin' that smellie, Northern Cali, Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley Ho, hum-Hear the gat come Boooooommmmmm! Let me see what you'll do when you're sent to kill a man But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out!" We ain't goin' out like that "We ain't goin' out like that!" I'm high strung Click I'm sprung 'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum Where I'm from the gats'll be smokin' I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin' Know that I come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic Screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya No need to run after the punk-ass who'd run up to my crew Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under Don't make me wonder why 'cause you'll testify We ain't goin' out like that I got to thinkin' "What the fuck is this?" Lettin' you know I take care of business Can I get a witness? To verify when I'm to bring this style That makes you ecstatic Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I betcha one time can't find my hooda! Hits'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (I don't know this line) Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb So we exchange a few words But he got me stirred up "Ought not to grab the handcuffs. I'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!" We ain't goin' out like that EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!! (Final Speech) Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit Yo and I'm talk this damn rappa Eat a bowl a dick up, there ya go my man over here You can eat a bowl o' dick up too Anybody else need from runnin' away Yo, eat a bowl of dick up G! |
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Baby ! This ain't your typical, everyday, 1 night thing, it’s a physical imma love love callin your name, go on jump in the range it's all over I just really wanted 2 hold ya again your composure you gone love this before it's all over she's rockin my necklace you gotta expect this gone get a cause if you ain't know men & woman go together poppin my collar partner who in the spot, baby "Rule" in the spot, and the mug on the watch ugly!, half these girls hate half them love the ones that hate only hate because they can't thug me and they say I’m lucky you think I got time to spend all this doe and do all these shows or flight in the La Matage in white robes, Uh-oh, another episode. 2nd Verse & 3rd Verse Chorus: Do I Do- To all my thugs that be living it up, we say, what I do. To all my ladies that be giving it up- what you do, To all my thugs that be living it up- What do I do, to all my ladies that be giving it up My love for you! Ladies just wanna hold the name Ms. Atkins that's why they show love with more passion than average, & I ain't mad at you, never leave you alone cause it's on when I'm home like it's on when I'm gone, we both grown, both got minds our own, plus we hit off at first sight like Love Jones, been through many zones. Baby, love her yo hate her though from pretty woman that do, you know, the RULE be living it up, and got all who love me giving it up, I like a little Ooh baby, baby, how cute are you, with a mind that reads complexual, I drive a stick I'll ride right next to you doing donuts and cuts than I'll open it up. On the freeway hand on the wheel foot on the clutch. Rule baby never givin it up. We get live, we get right we get live, live your life Chorus So Sexy, I Just want you next to me, your whole vibes on me especially, cause ain't nothin but a inc. thing baby, I know the world is going crazy, I wanna feel your passion, cum when you ask me, laugh when you crying, cry when you laughing, but ain't nothing happenin, home girl got a little uptight turned off the light and started laughing, the radio blasting between me & you, but you ain't on the low, with that freak things you do, thought you knew, what I do! You know I know what you do, It ain't a good night if you don't act right, like Teddy P, let's turn off the lights, and let me love you down till the son comes out. Takin not times out baby let me find out Chorus 2x |
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