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[E Dub] Microphone check one two Aiyyo you ready to get down man? [Red] Yo whateva man [E Dub] You ready to get drunk as fuck? [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] You you sayin somethin? [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] Aiyyo [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] Check it Kool V (I keeps it bangin keep it swangin Mike type of sangin) Ohh la la la! (So what cha sayin) Verse One: Redman, Sermon Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you I keep your daughter way out past her curfew Hard far from commercial (So what cha mean nigga) We don't give a fuck when we smoked out In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks Aiyyo, can I be SWV? You the One nigga Rap Shogun, yes E the one Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger Yo give me dap nigga What I clap lyrically tap call back Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep) Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert Your boombox better form a union Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond Niggaz front like they want it But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches that's Masters like the Furious Five I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this *woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee) [Sermon and Red harmonizing] [Red] Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to knock this nigga out? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] Yo, you ready to get this chedda? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to start this shit off? [E Dub] Whateva man Verse Two: Redman I smoked with a lot of college, students Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark Bigger they come, harder they fall That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all I lit my first L before I started to crawl I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl But things changed since I was twelve years old I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher [Red] You ready to roll this weed up? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to rob this niga? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to fuck bitch? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to guzzle this liquor? [E Dub] Whateva man (E Dub harmonizing again |
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This is how we do it
This is how we do it This is how we do it This is how we do it it's Friday night And I feel all right The party's here on the West side So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up Designated driver take the keys to my truck Hit the shore cause I'm faded Honeys in the street say Monty yo we made it It feels so good in my hood tonight The summertime skirts and the guys in Kani All the gang bangers forgot about the drive by You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does This is how we do it To all my neighbours you got much flava This is how we do it Let's flip the track bring the old school back This is how we do it This is how we do it all hands are in the air And wave them from here to there If you're an OG mack or a wannabe playa You see the hood's been good to me Ever since I was a lower case G But now I'm a big G the girls see I got the money Hundred dollar bills all If you were from where I'm from then you would know That I gotta get mine in a big black truck You can get yours in a 64 Whatever it is the party's underway So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it Ooh South Central does it like nobody does This is how we do it To all my neighbours you got much flava This is how we do it Let's flip the track bring the old school back This is how we do it I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does nobody does YNV SCC all my homies I'll never come wack on an old school track Check it out Once upon a time in 94 Montell made no money and life sure was slow All they said was 68 he stood And people thought the music that he made was good There lived a DJ and Paul was his name He came up to Monty this is what he said You and OG are gonna make some cash Sell a million records and we'll make in a dash Oh I'm buzzing because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does This is how we do it To all my neighbours you got much flava This is how we do it I'll never come back on an old school track This is how we do it I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does nobody does Oh it's party time This is how we do it Straight up comin from the West side This is how we do it OG's got the flava This is how we do it And Monty doesn't like nobody doesn't Come on now Def Jam you know what it is |
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Basically, can't fuck with me
<i>[Verse One:]</i> I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental records hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the King But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the Force Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin at me bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze <i>[Chorus:]</i> Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real <i>[Interlude: Booster]</i> And when I was a lil stereo (stereo) I listened to some champion (champion) I always wondered (wondered) Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha) Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that) <i>[Verse Two:]</i> Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit And it's gonna get even worse word to God It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo' What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me* Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you <i>[horn sound of car racing by]</i> <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Outro:]</i> I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off and make you kneel in some staircase piss I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills You motherfuckers (So??) So fuck the hoe Fuck the hoe (Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...) |
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| 4. |
| 3:39 |
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SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! Well here's another one WHAT! In the gutter one WHAT! Getting running up Troblesome extra double double I come to feed them The feed em then I shreed em So what if that I'm cheating. And where's everyone when I sound YA gwan now yeah I'm gonna show you how come on ALL AND TOGETHER NOW! Yeaah, ohh yeaah! YEAH! That's how we gotta be so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that Think about the payoffer so left with an automatic rifle For last against the lighting last bullets first On Line Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine Peace to the brothers on break his sign Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his criminal lickin' buck my eye, Oh my god I'm so high Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what!? Just they say to make get Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing Ooohh Sticky swift blast of the basty Of the basty basty bast bashing Aaahh Then I provide I provide the you was cheat. Beside the getto five Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE I come across with no fear For sure! Un-adult un-rated un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan alive I'm the plonic sonic UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS The villian JUU, crooks UUU, hot midas in confide us. See the big jerk put you look inside us, My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic Directin' it When y'all least expected it And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so, SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! I'm a b-boy Standin in my b-boy stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants The mad author of anguish My language, Polluted Onyx is heavyweight And still undisputed!! He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes I've paid so many dues, I feel used and abused And I'm.... so confused umm, excuse me, for example I'm the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers Its straight immitation A figment, of your imagination But but but but wait it gets worse!! I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst Comin thru wit a scam, a fullproof plan B-boys make some noise, and just, JUST SLAM! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM |
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| 3:58 |
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I don't really wanna feel
Like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill Just to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip My skills ain't payin' bills and it's fuckin' with me and my grip I drink that St. Ide's shit and smoke a ticket at the same time Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature I'm livin' foul like a Nickerbocker Bitch I'm not the woman to sleep but I'm lost 'Cause I be on some ole' I'm tired of niggaz Tryin' to come up off bitches type thing And if I don't react the way he want he might swing His little trick bitch ass in another direction Then don't even use protection, I hate stupid shit assholes can avoid Yo! And if worse came to worse I'll run a fraud on unemployed 'Cause who the fuck cares that I got gray hairs and can't sleep Know what I mean? Deeper and deeper, what can I do? Deeper and deeper, what can I do? This is deep, I'm goin' deeper Every now and then I start flippin' and get to thinkin' About deep shit beyond all that bullshit I shoot at people, yeah I know what you mean, but fuck it I'm evil And I'm hip to every bitch tryin' to get a grip And every nigga tryin' to get a grip but fuck that shit And I say fuck that shit with my mighty middle finger I'm heavy off into this rap shit, fuckin' singers, yo I think I'm gettin' tense 'Cause my dollars ain't makin' no fuckin' sense, but then again It's probably all that chronic that I smoked I use to be like that when I was out there slangin' dope And lately I been flippin' on some old paranoid shit Like lookin' fuckers up and down tryin' to start shit 'Cause I'm a hard bitch, so why don't you just soften up? I try to be cool but I get caught up when I go to clubs, straight up I don't even trust myself, yo, you can trust me Fuck I know? I'm just like you, right, that's deep Deeper and deeper Yo, Boss that shit you talkin' 'bout that's some deep shit I'm tellin' you motherfuckers can't really get with that relate to that shit I guess it's best we tell them mon Every time she come, she's detrimental mon Yes mon, know dis Don't make me tell dem again mon, woy She too hotta, tell-a-man she too hotta Tell man she too hotta an' every posse know dat-ta Yes, she too hotta, tell man she too hotta For inside she come, she say de posse get flat come Deeper and deeper Aiyyo, I got them buck wild thrills, livin' foul kills I'm tryin' to get to Watts but I'm stuck in Baldwin Hills Tryin' to find myself for real though, check it If I just rewind myself I'll see it ain't that hectic Y'all don't hear me talkin' but it's time to get a stack 'Cause I'm about a second away, from goin' back To the corner slangin' dope, gankin' cluckers, jackin' high, cappin' marks I may be losin' my mind but better that than my heart I talk a lot of shit but I can back it all the fuck up I'm real cool people until some bullshit get brung up Look here, believe me I ain't comin' out my crib Tryin' to snap on life and run out and do some dumb shit So I'll be takin' another sip to relax me And get them problems out my mind that distract me Life is workin' on my last nerve, yeah I hear you G I'll see yo' ass next week, peace, yo that shit is deep Deeper and deeper, what can I do? Deeper and deeper, what can I do? Deeper and deeper, what can I do? Deeper and deeper, what can I do? |
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| 3:25 |
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Greg Nice)
I gotta funky funky rhyme with a funky style I gotta funky funky rhyme with a funky funky style I gotta funky rhyme... wit a funky funky style I gotta funky rhyme... wit a funky funky style Pete's rickety rocket was my favorite cartoon After marriage the honeymoon I'll be damn gag me with a spoon Who loves Popeye, Alice the goon Ladies let your body flow Send a chill up your spine like an eskimo Here's a backstage pass to a funky show Come give me a kiss under the missle toe Greg Nice, my lifes like a fairy tale Orca, was a great big whale I knew a fat girl who broke the scale You won't tell, I won't tell Clientele I must excel Took a little test, I passed then failed Breaks... HUH, no need to hit'em Skins, ya got 'em - I wanna get wit 'em! (Chorus) Nice & Smooth is funky Also hip-hop junkies All we wanna do... Is Unh Unh and you... Nice & Smooth is funky Also hip-hop junkies All we wanna do... Is Unh Unh, oh yeah (Smooth B) Yo, I gotta funky funky rhyme wit a funky funky style Funky rhyme wit a funky funky style Funky funky rhyme wit a funky funky style I gotta funky rhyme wit a funky funky style Got outta my about eight And then I called Greg Nice cause it wasn't too late To get some skins and come around the block Cause man, my tip is harder than a rock He said bet, so I let Greg Nice call this girl named Annazette Annazette, the teacher's pet You sure shes gonna come on this set He said Smooth B don't you fret My twive is on his way yo, quite as kept The tall slim, fly kid with dope steps Yep, coming with a box of hats Yo Greg Nice is that girl all that He said Smooth B the skins is fat I don't beg cause cause I'm not at begonia I dress warm so that I won't catch pneumonia My rhymes are stronger than ammonia I'm a diamond, you're a cubic zirconia (repeats & fades away) (Chorus) x5 Nice & Smooth is funky Also hip-hop junkies All we wanna do... Is Unh Unh and you... |
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Hit me
Going, going, gone Now i dialed 9-1-1 a long time ago Don't you see how late they're reactin' They only come and they come when they wanna So get the morgue enbalm the goner They don't care cuz they stay paid anyway They teach ya like an ace they ain't be betrayed I know you stumble with no use people If your life is on the line they you're dead today Late comings with the late comin' stretcher That's a body bag in disguise y'all betcha I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch ya? With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya They are the kings cuz they swing amputation Lose your arms, your legs to them it's compilation I can prove it to you watch the rotation It all adds up to a funky situation So get up get get get get down 9-1-1 is a joke in yo' town Get up get get get get down Late 9-1-1 wears the late crown 9-1-1 is a joke ( ) Everyday they don't never come correct You can ask my man right here with the broken neck He's a witness to the job never being done He would've been in full 8 9-1-1 Was a joke cuz they' always jokin' They the token to your life when it's croakin' They need to be in a pawn shop on a 9-1-1 is a joke we don't want 'em I call a cab cuz a cab will come quicker The doctors huddle up and call a flea ficker The reason that I say that cuz they Flick you off like fleas They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees And to the strength so go the length Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth You better wake up and smell the real flavor Cuz 9-1-1 is a fake life saver Chourus Ow, ow, 9-1-1 is a joke |
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Let's all sing, pop goes the weasel
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel I see the empty pocket needs a refill I got a squad with a list of complainers I should have started rape, rappers against phony entertainers So we can make it known that we won't get swayed It's ninety-one son, so somethin's gotta change Gettin' paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop (Pop pop pop) Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (Drop drop drop) Why not take your top ten pop hit Fix the music and make senseless rhymes fit? I guess it's the fact that you can't be artistic Intricate raps, becomin' so simplistic I gotta strong mind, it doesn't have to be spoon-fed And I can read what doesn't have to be read So some stay illiterate and feeble, legally licked You go the ways of the weasel (The weasel) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Hip-hop, got turned into hit pop The second a record was number one on the pop charts For those that get on heart that got a spot in the ghetto Let no one forget about the hard part Now in ninety-one we got a new brand, a new band Lookin' like the same old Klan Same old thieves that skeez so we gotta make sure That real rap has got to endure Why score all my points in one period? Appearin' in complex structure like a pyramid The paper for the media presence Ya learn lesson from the face of false legend Stop vexin' on the skills, ya ain't originate The thin ice you skate upon will break and set ya straight Ate up on the plate, now who's diesel? Not the weasel, not the weasel, pop goes the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it Ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it Aiyyo, I came from Cali, and they hooped it, they hooped it But now you're getting sued, kinda stupid Boosted tracks get slaps, ya got no haps To reach all four corners of the map For kids in Kansas to those who speak Spanish Doin' crazy damage so the wack gets banished Can't manage the truth until you buy a way Ya ain't quick so ya switch off the exit from my highway To rest but a crook, had to take a second look Ever heard of a chef who can't cook? But the minister prime can lay laws Hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go for yours Goes for mine, I goes for mine Find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine On line like the search in the hoody with the woody Get a disc or tape at Sam Goody Why'd ya run through the doors some left open? Ropin' off the scenes of the crime smokin' I got pub and I'ma nut like a scud see Blowin' up like I'm throwin' up a beef patty Sell-outs run 'bout like the measles No cures 'cause pop goes the weasels Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel |
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Here we go,
Once upon a time not long ago, When people wore pajamas and lived life slow, When laws were stern and justice stood, And people were behavin' like they ought ta good, There lived a lil' boy who was misled, By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said: "Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash, Robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash", They did the job, money came with ease, But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease, He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha, Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover, The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, He said "Keep still, boy, no need for static", Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap, But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped, The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?", The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney, The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure, "I'll do years if I pull this trigga", So he cold dashed and ran around the block, Cop radioes it to another lady cop, He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista, A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her, Looked around good and from expectations, So he decided he'd head for the subway stations, But she was coming and he made a left, He was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath, Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him, Then he made his move to an abandoned building, Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?, Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope, Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap, He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!" The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun, He went outside but there was cops all over, Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?), Raced up the block doing 83, Crashed into a tree near university, Escaped alive though the car was battered, Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered, Ran out of bullets and still had static, Grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic, Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead, He told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead", Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong, So he let the lady go and he starts to run on, Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded, Before long the lil' boy got surrounded, He dropped the gun, so went the glory, And this is the way I have end this story, He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream, The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream, This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh, Just another case 'bout the wrong path, Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast(?). Good night. |
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When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call Telling me I need a girl who's as sweet as a dove for the first time in my life, I see I need love There I was giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts, and I'm not saying no names Then the thought occured, tear drops made my eyes burn as I said to myself look what you've done to her I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels all I know is that I'll never dish another raw deal Playing make believe pretending that I'm true holding in my laugh as I say that I love you Saying amor kissing you on the ear whispering I love you and I'll always be here Although I often reminsce I can't believe that I found a desire for true love floating around Inside my soul because my soul is cold one half of me deserves to be this way till I'm old But the other half needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy I need love I need love Romance sheer delight how sweet I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle I'll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair before we eat kiss you on the cheek and say ooh girl you're so sweet It's deja vu whenever I'm with you I could go on forever telling you what I do But where you at you're neither here or there I swear I can't find you anywhere Damn sure you ain't in my closet, or under my rug this love search is really making me bug And if you know who you are why don't you make yourself seen take the chance with my love and you'll find out what I mean Fantasy's can run but they can't hide and when I find you I'm gon' pour all my love inside I need love I need love I wanna kiss you hold you never scold you just love you suck on you neck, caress you and rub you Grind moan and never be alone if you're not standing next to me you're on the phone Can't you hear it in my voice, I need love bad I've got money but love's something I've never had I need your ruby red lips sweet face and all I love you more than a man who's 10 feet tall I'd watch the sunrise in your eyes we're so in love when we hug we become paralyzed Our bodies explode in ecstasy unreal you're as soft as a pillow and I'm as hard as steel It's like a dream land, I can't lie I never been there maybe this is an experience that me and you can share Clean and unsoiled yet sweaty and wet I swear to you this is something that I'll never forget I need love I need love See what I mean I've changed I'm no longer a play boy on the run I need something that's stronger Friendship, trust honor respect admiration this whole experience has been such a revelation It's taught me love and how to be a real man to always be considerate and do all I can Protect you you're my lady and you mean so much my body tingles all over from the slightest touch Of your hand and understand I'll be frozen in time till we meet face to face and you tell me you're mine If I find you girl I swear I'll be a good man I'm not gonna leave it in destiny's hands I can't sit and wait for my princess to arrive I gotta struggle and fight to keep my dream alive I'll search the whole world for that special girl when I finally find you watch our love unfurl I need love I need love Girl, listen to me When I be sittin in my room all alone, staring at the wall fantasies, they go through my mind And I've come to realize that I need true love and if you wanna give it to me girl make yourself seen I'll be waiting I love you |
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| 5:07 |
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> CHORUS:
I saw you (and him) walking in the rain You were holding hands and I'll never be the same. Tossing and turning another sleepless night The rain crashes against my window pane Jumped into my car didn't drive too far That moment I knew I would never be the same. CHORUS CHORUS Now here you are begging to me To give our love another try Girl I love you and I always will But darling right now I've got to say goodbye 'Cause CHORUS CHORUS (I saw you) Hey hey baby how ya doin' come on in here (Walking in the rain) Got some hot chocolate on the stove waiting for you Listen first things first let me hang up the coat (You were holding hands and I'll) Yeah how was your day today Did you miss me (Never be the same) You did? Yeah? I missed you too I missed you so much I followed you today (I saw you) That's right now close your mouth 'Cause you cold busted (Walking in the rain) Now just sit down here, sit down here I'm so upset with you I don't know what to do (You were holding hands and I'll) You know my first impulse was to run up on you And do a Rambo (Never be the same) I was about to jam you and flat blast both of you But I didn't want to mess up this thirt-seven hundred dollar lynx coat So instead I chilled -- That's right chilled I called up the bank and took out every dime. Than I cancelled all your credit cards... I stuck you up for every piece of jewelery I ever bought you! Don't go lookin' in that closet 'cause everything you came here with is packed up and waiting for you in the guest room. What were you thinking? You don't mess with the Juice! I gave you silk suits, blue diamonds and gucci handbags. I gave you things you couldn't even pronounce! But now I can't give you nothing but advice. Cause you're still young, yeah, you're young. And you're gonna find somebody like me one of these days . . . Until then, you know what you gotta do? You gotta get on outta here with that alley-cat-coat-wearing, punch-bucket-shoe-wearing crumbcake I saw you with. Cause you dismissed! That's right, Silly rabbit, tricks are made for kids, don't you know that. You without me is like corn flakes without the milk! This is my world. You're just a squirrel trying to get a nut! Now get on outta here. Scat! Don't touch that coat... |
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My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete I'm sorry if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10 My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush My name is Cool J, I devastate the show But I couldn't survive without my radio Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face My radio's bad from the Boulevard I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind Cos I play everyday, even on the subway I woulda got a summons but I ran away I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go But I know I can't live without my radio Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block I really don't care if you're jealous or not Cos I make the songs, you sing along And your radio's def when my record's on So get off the wall, become involved All your radio problems have now been solved My treacherous beats make ya ears respond And my radio's loud like a fire alarm The floor vibrates, the walls cave in The bass makes my eardrums seem thin Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes |
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