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from Outkast - Aquemini (1998)
[T-Mo]
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared Many a bitch, represents, and is led Whichever way no I'm not gay and really don't give a fuck bout what you doing Long as I pave the way for my SouthWest GA warriors To come in packs, to feed, taking what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof, I'm not scared If you scared, say you scared [Gipp] Who's scared? In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy Polished to shine, the season to rhyme Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground Been looking for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change, like faces and names Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot And I'm out If you scared, say you scared [Andre Benjamin] Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggas on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smoking Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack was introduced to Hispanic communities and blacks But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said they scared they scared to talk about it bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it * repeats and fades * If you scared, say you scared [Big Boi] February 1st, 1975's my birthdate The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank So what y'all though bruh? I gotta protect my name and what we fought for Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off But now it's time I lay low cause I believe the track goin' cut off Psych, the track is bumping like pussies on some dykes So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee You touch my niggas you touch me I blow up the microphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me Yeah [Khujo] Heat'll make anything move Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines blowing suckers to smithereens, we was never folks If we fell out over this lil' cream Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams We live like Kings, and die like fucking men I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no opening up shop, we already established You lap dogging, we boss hogging Grown men, don't beg for attention Keep wishin, high heels clicking Paper champions, leaving with they feet behind Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve on the bottom bunk, holla at me Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence in the head, missing ounces, zip code, eight miles Suckers, think I got they package but they still eating moo-moo, oink-oink and fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl [Repeats] The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B. still standing for something while y'all falling for nothing Stop dying over this lil' concrete and lil' paper We get this shit together our power's enormous You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth You scared, you scared, say you scared! |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
Put up your lighter
Party, all night, fiesta, forever This be a party, for the whole world Travel cross seas like that girl We in the mind altering thangs Couldn't leave it alone, we offered it a loan Watch the porch jump straight to the ceiling Hear the party drums beat for beat So, some want us to leave, but they want more, the time came to sang Peace, they brought the rain, to wash away the pain So we all can party in the streets Well, I don't know about you But we all trying to play dumb But don't you worry about me I promise you we gonna get free Just party Party, all night, fiesta, forever See your eyes be burgundy, and your body drop Don't even look at your clock, ?skeet on your vest? Or get up and watch the hands fly, in the middle of December I wash the wife-beaters, heaters on full blast With some ?? we like scavengers circling your block While you do that your ?paper drop? You better hop jump and skip, before we dip Because we falling through you, like the Bloods and Crips Gotta close your eyes and start dreaming Everybody life got a little meaning Got to spread your wings and start flying If you living don't be worrying bout' dying Just party Party, all night, fiesta, forever Whether fast or slow, face it, pace it and let yourself go Might not get a chance to do it no mo' Let the music take your mind, leave the worries of the world behind Oh, such a beatiful sight for the blind It remind me of a celebration One nation under one rule Its that you ain't got nothing to prove Ohh, let the music move you, and sooth you, like its supposed to Love is life, life is worth loving Party, all night, fiesta, forever T-Mo cuts the record down to the bone And now we back rapping on the microphone I say signing autographs for little kids delight me We can't help but be some stars in the shining night See I was raised in the SWATS by my mom and pop To be a cold little brother that you can't stop On top of the charts, I'm a ladies man The type of brother with heart, weak suckers can't stand Cause I wanna be free, hear my spirit it's the clearest Can you hear it in the gospel I came down here cause I gotta believe Don't follow me, I say I need someone to take me to the Rave Party, all night, fiesta, forever |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
Now TLC will challenge Goodie MobTo a game of ghetto laser tagWhen they say 'What it is'You scream 'What it ain't'[Left Eye] (Big Gipp)(Battle zone, Goodie)1999 (Yeah)TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)The synergy of ghetto soun
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do Nobody from my crew will I forget And if I start to get large and come up on some change I won't change, everybody know they down It's not the same, everyday life can be different These laws got me ready to ball Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess Cause the system got us fucked up It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go So how U feel??? Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb To feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off my mind That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin' Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little bro' In Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin' Thru one of our episodes, only god knows, whut I go thru so I get down On my knees, sometimes I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's Like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E, put it Down on paper...So whut chu feel? I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood It's people killin' in da street to eat Surviving the day is the only goat that I set Just to make it home, I'm not alone Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth What route did you take man Caught me by that loops of my pants Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by No questions I said nothing Lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit Close my mouth then I dip See to me G is a person who understand tha plan Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man They got some new suites down Peachtree Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hardheads Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shit's slick Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past Cuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your case Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe But ain't no place to run... Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat 'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street Shit, you might see a nigga on tv But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free That little money be gone...got dammit, I'm grown Gotta help keep the heat and tights on It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po' At least I know what my friends here fo' I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not That's why we got nigga's killing Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole Cause without you there'd be no me And without no unity there will never be any happiness You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress God bless my...thought process The thought process... Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life Done sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing' Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one They said it skipped from 12 to 14 Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion Label me murder because my ass is scorchin' Hot from the glock that sits under my seat Yeah, it's real fucked up that my floks come to get me And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem! |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
They don't dance no mo'
They don't dance no mo' (what we doin is sittin around chillin) They don't dance no mo' They don't dance no mo'Yeah, uh, yeah Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it when you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back Baby what you lookin fo', Shawty I ain't showin no slackPeople don't dance no mo' All they do is dissthis They get off on holdin folks hostage They good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken glass where you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three Deep coverage, man under We used to break doin eighty-three 2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D They don't fight with fists They bring they piece Pat everybody down, before they leave this pieceEducate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms Why is it? They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic em but I stay cool,and observe them fool and let's just thank, and drank and clear the way you think, actin out and about that gat he pulled, that my partna sawed And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn't deserve it Pr |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
hookYou know how good it can be, if I took you home with meI know the mood is right, I don't wanna be alone tonightCome on lets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty(T-Mo)Can I get a
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
I'm so happy we made it
I knew one day we would All these years of strugglin' Were never understood Now my eyes are open and I can clearly see We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free I'm so happy My Grand be gone after a 103 years of blood sweat and pain And never complained The last words that the nurse heard was the song she sang Died tired of this living thing Most I knew never made it to drinking age Sometimes I fight Gipp Should I spend or should I hold on for what tomorrow brings Fly ain't that roll egg, so many lips in my head Seeing some act up from one tste out the cup Can't build me up to cut me down Gipp is in your game, but Gipp won't play your game In the day after... I been this way since birth Heaven upon sent a newborn to tell it like he see it No lies thru the eyes of an angel suggest you don't table Every angle be obtuse, ain't no truce, it's war It won't stop, to compromise wouldn't stop the bloodsheddin' It's Armageddon in the streets of each inner city Ain't takin' no pity on this unjust callin' it trust I'm on the bus starin' out of a window Thankin' 'bout them happy days I had over the summer growin' up fast to face life and harsh realities That come wit the territody didn't know when I was young So many get hung to hang Take away the bad and bring back The good that die mostly over bullshit Takin' a gun and pulled it on an innocent friend of mine That could have been yours how can I stop the war and all the crime inside the minds that's Programmed to destroy From the beginning when will it end... On the day after judgement will I be ready I'm so happy we made it I knew one day we would All these years of strugglin' Were never understood Now my eyes are open and I can clearly see We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free I'm so happy Meant I'd be spoiled rotten A fin here a fin there but receipts please For my feet I need... a new pair of hi rollin' But the car ain't stolen Pistol still smokin' from herndon homin' in on somebody Gotta pay for restitution with heavily on my mind Free fom mental debris hose me down There my physical trame lay returnin' to its rightful place A quest for forgiveness answer... The death toll talley but my soul was spared How is your prepared medium rare if you dare disobey Well done race you the last one to orion star Smellin' like shit in a glass jar The bomb light years away from earth secure a space for my family The mother of my first conceived and all the weak relatives I hurt only...when I laugh On display afta judge none careless atmosphere Opportunity knockin' answer it knewin you would Good thangs come to those dat wait... Took a los on church strait The nifty fifth whut better place Fo' mo enenmy to hide than behind religion Done gee seen on I pray for you but I won't follow you to yo end I know of a place not too far away That maybe you and I can both go someday But I gotta make sure cause I ain't tryin' to stay here Don't y'all realize that the end is so near But don't have fear cause you still got time I hope you wanna come when I'm done with the rhyme Let me explain so you won't claim you didn't know And you can make sure that this is where you wanna go It's all about preparing yourself for the return And a trip to your soul is the only way you'll learn But if you choose not to go that ain't my concern I guess in hell you'll just have to burn The devil tell lies and try to trick yo soul to receive it They tell you that my Lord ain't coming' back and you believe it Regardless if you listen to me In the end we'll see... I'm so happy we made it I knew one day we would All these years of strugglin' Were never understood Now my eyes are open and I can clearly see We didn't die for nothin' cuz we're finally free I'm so happy |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
Yeah, it's Fulton County
In the Woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads We done went back down the street And stayed from the concrete treads Chorus: Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill If you trill you betta not squeal Cause if you squeal, you will disappear Now that's for trill Chorus Verse One: Cool Breeze Ay, ay, I used to kick the back do' down with the chrome Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, it's like the leash still on (FREEZE!) I hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when I speak Get my money, then I'm out, back at the Embassy Suites I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin but admit I'm East Pointe's greatest hit, she all on my stick On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason She work at the Parisian, and this is Polo season Bam, with them Calhouns, high-tops for my feet Outfit ain't missin nuttin like Brandy, peep That's how us Headland hustlers ball Next stop gonna be Greenbriar Mall Chorus Verse 2: Gipp Stay in the streets like a Herby Curby Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy 96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank I think, make you go blank, lookin for work left you where you started shinin shins, under them skirts at the airport, Gipp cruise the hood like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party Chorus Verse 3: Khujo You know we don't use the Goodie name to pack they function at the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good Ain't nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn how to pick up an Alexander Graham Bell, for she get gripped get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins One main pain was for soldiers to feel Warriors don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in Georgia The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-Earl cause she want to do what men do Chorus Verse 4: T-Mo, Cee-Lo How I wish, you was the last fish, I would have to catch It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea of Goddesses, from the SWAT it is A poor playa with skills to build nations of people not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball While others get manipulated and fall Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo' first to cash in your V-club, is it really love that you feel for her, you a betta man than me To think I can't keep a girl that I like around me And so there's many that await, stay after plate my stomach full after I take a pull Yeah, uh-huh, many gon' come, many gon' go some thinkin, I'ma overwhelm, fuck the foes Some wanna little time, wanna conversate Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate Some Bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate Your girl and I all playin the game, y'all just don't play the same Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty Lo be At a piece of being broken for emotion at F-O-E's So she know it's gon' be a strike three But you gotta strike two, huh But at the damn I could find another just like you At The Damm I could find another just like you Huh, goodnight Boo |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
As I begin fall in, I spark da riot
No longer quiet, I got a voice that's in ya ear Stand clear, it's madness everywhere I look But can't see so much I can't explain how I feel on da real Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels Homey after homey dying over humbug Keeping my mind immune to pain I'm going insane just thinking about the past At last it's a future I can see much more that I got older So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack Cause that crack got your back broke Have to learn the hard way out the hood Thank it's real when it's flaw I saw This nigga get shot in front of my school it wasn't cool That gangsta shit affects not poppin off just da 'jects 360 degrees all due with respect It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click Waa-taaah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think Dat I could be sniped nigga, see you fuckin' right I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya, I take my fuckin life serious You attack my self defense is war period I know niggas all over the SWATS Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot Concoct like a wise wizard juts cuz I wear tha red eye You may think I'm a high nigga, but looks could be deceiving God lives within me and brother I feel him I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya Cause he tha one that's holding my future See as you learn me you journey out of time Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up Got men sleepin wit men and girls wit girls Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do Fuck that dumb shit I comes out wit Drums hit some get tha hummin' Comin from tha witch doctor's gun in killin' tool click Atlanta's gotta killin' tool click Bill wash my mouth out with soap sent you home with yo' shit pokin out The loft shoutin' out obscenities No it's just a dream, but I'm a sore loser Figg murder, crosses burnin' in my front yard KKK throwin up rallies but not no more in these parts Trespassers gets penalized... 2:13 A.M. basic nine channel surfin' This one-eyed monster servin it's purpose Clampett's biggest hustle, nineteen-ninety-nine Three dollars plus shippin'n'handlin Majory credit card holders accepted But I'm a minority septic tank on ABC... Turner Broadcasting figures already done took over this beg System just still runnin'... to be or not to be done in At the push of a button is the question I think they got this beh rigged to blow up in my face Duddy the first Afro-can American to walk in space Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin on they new shit The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click East Point... On the concrete is where I make my money at On this concrete is where I make my livin' at On this concrete is where your blood can flow On this concrete fool if I don't get tha dough I'm pumpin thangs out of suite 116 Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down, hit the sto' 7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck, but fuck this I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress Ain't no space, cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance, but I got my Grady card Depress me, stress me, tha same that exploit me Suppress me, break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog Just to see how far who's coming out the woods And I suggest you don't fuck wit us (ha ha ha) cracker you stuck wit us And you know how long we been waiting for you Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do We have been here before, but surprise again It is time for niggaz to uprise again But we've been down for so long that you wondering how It ain't a weapon taht you got that can stop me now Because we don't die... won't die... And won't never get no better if we don't try But don't get scared niggaz get prepared, I gotta care Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us Get behind us If you ain't hear the message clear, then rewind us Cause we comin' It's da comin' of da killin' tool click... Come back to prove it Atlanta's got a killin' tool Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
hook ?Don't know why I'm folding? Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling(x2) (T-Mo) Enhance the game, but give me the benz While I send my word It's lightly packed ????? giving a fuck Bitch I gots to eat too While I catch up like Heinz On the hook for my family tree East to West to South is booted in this red clay And everyday I get up and work my ass to the bone So I can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods,to build I'm packing my steel too (Khujo) Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding Anything we riding in is stolen And you can tell when a nigga on round' here His neck and his wrists be all frozen You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing Out on the ave posing But you ain't no more good, like a used up trojan You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down We brang them guns, you tote them roses Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen Now here, put some ice on that Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up pick up pick up hook (Big Gipp) Hold up, wait up, Gipp swolled in here My eyes getting little and its hard to steer Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail And anything you got for me, just hold Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop See the veins never change, only part is in the name I ain't that old, wanna play me cold Wanna treat me like a ?wrangler? wanna snatch my gold See I was raised by a man, so a man you see Came up in the trailors of Fulton County Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners )From the street corners (Cee-Lo) Well when you looking at me make sure that I'm trapping and slowed down Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down Before I go any further, fool let me break it on down Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down YES SIRE! COLLAPSE AND GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes I kill So I guess I'm no better than the rest But I try to be Somehow these streets feel so fly to me I'm a get it right Lord "Cee-Lo, Don't you lie to me!" I hope this work here work me a way up out this Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy did the other day Damn |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
This for the soldiers (soldiers)
Stay strong my niggaz (gangsters, players) Stay up my niggaz (real niggaz) Verse One: T-Mo Leavin the cut in a rage Loadin up my Mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge One of my boys just got shot, huh Fuckin around, in that million dollar spot A educated brother Didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge Part of the plan to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man Every two weeks I see Sam pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn Becaause I GOTTA make my dough My kill, rocked down, til I started seein cash flow Everything happens for a reason, choose the season to commit the perfect treason Who brought me -- to the land, of unfree man To move about and catch trout, by the dozens Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real, how can you kill another when it's your brother? Still Standing Verse Two: Gipp I never thought about, talked about what I did Just experimented life as a young Gump Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo' Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck Feelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary If I ever had to plot again, needin my stick ?Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew? Nothin else to prove, fold a plot like chrome Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room Speed, Gipp got that too Watch that dude, inspect that fool, Still Standing Chorus: all together Unscathed, cause this is pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to play Still Standing, unscathed, cause of pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to play Verse Three: Khujo On the sick side, of South Central 33rd Avenue, block 600 Workers have wash and car details The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered They beseiged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creeps Y'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckers slippin on wet floors, we puttin out the signs on krokers, C-I, T-Y, such a pity Bein suckled dry, like a newborn on his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty True to cellulite with big ?room pesquite? on the porch Poundin, like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin Zoned out, off the ink, for life Goin through time and metal detectors, I can't take my weapon And I can't be no dope dealer Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up with them keys, locked in the fo'-do' Backseat drivers havin out-of-body experiences Wakin up, somewhere else... Still Standing Verse Four: Cee-Lo Yeah.. Each and every element that exists in this universe is manifested from a thought first Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and I This most loved invention, my conciousness is an extension of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn from your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising of children who end up dead before hearing what you said And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born Young minded, and blinded in those days; I didn't want to have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh And if they did, don't get all arrogant cause that's my kid Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo' And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and casettes And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten The life cycle starts all over again And I was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreate and give back what I was given, a life worth livin And I, am Still Standing, unscathed Pain is for suckers to feel MC's are running out of things to say, and radio stations running out of songs to play, shit! We Still Standing, unscathed And pain is for suckers to feel, huh And MC's running out of things to say... |
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from Big Gipp - Mutant Mindframe (2003)
[Sleepy Brown] Mirror Mirror on the wall.. Who's the freshest of them all, Baby? oooooh.. [Chorus] (We're Steppin Out!) Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would (We're Steppin Out!) Dont really care long as you and I are there (We're Steppin Out!) Cause we're on the scene (We're Steppin Out!) With the gangster lean (We're Steppin Out!) You wanna be on my team? (We're Steppin Out!) (oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!) [Verse 1: Bigg Gipp] Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Tell me what do you see? My face, I.D. samilo poochies Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs Whatever the flavors that she would like to see I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat You can eat on the hub Put my heat on the wood Speed on, is good Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs Just coolin sipping freon Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut (We're Steppin Out!) [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 2: Big Gipp] You wanna meet the authentic The way I walk it, the way I talk it They can't be ready My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow Gipp.. Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts As I slide piering out the doulley wop window Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk As I critique the streetbeat on this street called beatstreet Ol boy yall killing me what will it be Visions of level 3 or one twezzy Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy Star struck to eager to please me Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy Without a doubt you see me Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 3: Big Gipp] No matter the cost still floss ross Post up charlie trading post Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee If the world could see me really how it be So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed Let it subseed, bunglow over seas Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass I cant, let that pass not that fast And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside Go head and decide unlock your car doors And let a G-Ride that stay sit Now I'm on the inside lets slide Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi Me and my new fluzy Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout The lights and the phone off finger snap Thats a wrap [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] |
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from Big Gipp - Mutant Mindframe (2003)
[Sleepy Brown] Mirror Mirror on the wall.. Who's the freshest of them all, Baby? oooooh.. [Chorus] (We're Steppin Out!) Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would (We're Steppin Out!) Dont really care long as you and I are there (We're Steppin Out!) Cause we're on the scene (We're Steppin Out!) With the gangster lean (We're Steppin Out!) You wanna be on my team? (We're Steppin Out!) (oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!) [Verse 1: Bigg Gipp] Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Tell me what do you see? My face, I.D. samilo poochies Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs Whatever the flavors that she would like to see I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat You can eat on the hub Put my heat on the wood Speed on, is good Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs Just coolin sipping freon Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut (We're Steppin Out!) [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 2: Big Gipp] You wanna meet the authentic The way I walk it, the way I talk it They can't be ready My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow Gipp.. Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts As I slide piering out the doulley wop window Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk As I critique the streetbeat on this street called beatstreet Ol boy yall killing me what will it be Visions of level 3 or one twezzy Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy Star struck to eager to please me Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy Without a doubt you see me Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 3: Big Gipp] No matter the cost still floss ross Post up charlie trading post Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee If the world could see me really how it be So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed Let it subseed, bunglow over seas Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass I cant, let that pass not that fast And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside Go head and decide unlock your car doors And let a G-Ride that stay sit Now I'm on the inside lets slide Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi Me and my new fluzy Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout The lights and the phone off finger snap Thats a wrap [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] |
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from Big Gipp - Mutant Mindframe (2003)
[Sleepy Brown] Mirror Mirror on the wall.. Who's the freshest of them all, Baby? oooooh.. [Chorus] (We're Steppin Out!) Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would (We're Steppin Out!) Dont really care long as you and I are there (We're Steppin Out!) Cause we're on the scene (We're Steppin Out!) With the gangster lean (We're Steppin Out!) You wanna be on my team? (We're Steppin Out!) (oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!) [Verse 1: Bigg Gipp] Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Tell me what do you see? My face, I.D. samilo poochies Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs Whatever the flavors that she would like to see I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat You can eat on the hub Put my heat on the wood Speed on, is good Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs Just coolin sipping freon Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut (We're Steppin Out!) [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 2: Big Gipp] You wanna meet the authentic The way I walk it, the way I talk it They can't be ready My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow Gipp.. Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts As I slide piering out the doulley wop window Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk As I critique the streetbeat on this street called beatstreet Ol boy yall killing me what will it be Visions of level 3 or one twezzy Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy Star struck to eager to please me Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy Without a doubt you see me Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 3: Big Gipp] No matter the cost still floss ross Post up charlie trading post Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee If the world could see me really how it be So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed Let it subseed, bunglow over seas Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass I cant, let that pass not that fast And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside Go head and decide unlock your car doors And let a G-Ride that stay sit Now I'm on the inside lets slide Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi Me and my new fluzy Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout The lights and the phone off finger snap Thats a wrap [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] |
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from Big Gipp - Mutant Mindframe (2003)
[Sleepy Brown] Mirror Mirror on the wall.. Who's the freshest of them all, Baby? oooooh.. [Chorus] (We're Steppin Out!) Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would (We're Steppin Out!) Dont really care long as you and I are there (We're Steppin Out!) Cause we're on the scene (We're Steppin Out!) With the gangster lean (We're Steppin Out!) You wanna be on my team? (We're Steppin Out!) (oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!) [Verse 1: Bigg Gipp] Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Tell me what do you see? My face, I.D. samilo poochies Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs Whatever the flavors that she would like to see I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat You can eat on the hub Put my heat on the wood Speed on, is good Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs Just coolin sipping freon Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut (We're Steppin Out!) [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 2: Big Gipp] You wanna meet the authentic The way I walk it, the way I talk it They can't be ready My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow Gipp.. Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts As I slide piering out the doulley wop window Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk As I critique the streetbeat on this street called beatstreet Ol boy yall killing me what will it be Visions of level 3 or one twezzy Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy Star struck to eager to please me Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy Without a doubt you see me Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 3: Big Gipp] No matter the cost still floss ross Post up charlie trading post Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee If the world could see me really how it be So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed Let it subseed, bunglow over seas Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass I cant, let that pass not that fast And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside Go head and decide unlock your car doors And let a G-Ride that stay sit Now I'm on the inside lets slide Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi Me and my new fluzy Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout The lights and the phone off finger snap Thats a wrap [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] |
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from Big Gipp - Mutant Mindframe (2003)
[Sleepy Brown] Mirror Mirror on the wall.. Who's the freshest of them all, Baby? oooooh.. [Chorus] (We're Steppin Out!) Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would (We're Steppin Out!) Dont really care long as you and I are there (We're Steppin Out!) Cause we're on the scene (We're Steppin Out!) With the gangster lean (We're Steppin Out!) You wanna be on my team? (We're Steppin Out!) (oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!) [Verse 1: Bigg Gipp] Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Tell me what do you see? My face, I.D. samilo poochies Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs Whatever the flavors that she would like to see I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat You can eat on the hub Put my heat on the wood Speed on, is good Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs Just coolin sipping freon Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut (We're Steppin Out!) [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 2: Big Gipp] You wanna meet the authentic The way I walk it, the way I talk it They can't be ready My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow Gipp.. Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts As I slide piering out the doulley wop window Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk As I critique the streetbeat on this street called beatstreet Ol boy yall killing me what will it be Visions of level 3 or one twezzy Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy Star struck to eager to please me Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy Without a doubt you see me Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] [Verse 3: Big Gipp] No matter the cost still floss ross Post up charlie trading post Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee If the world could see me really how it be So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed Let it subseed, bunglow over seas Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass I cant, let that pass not that fast And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside Go head and decide unlock your car doors And let a G-Ride that stay sit Now I'm on the inside lets slide Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi Me and my new fluzy Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout The lights and the phone off finger snap Thats a wrap [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] |
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from Big Gipp - Mutant Mindframe (2003)
(feat. Sleepy Brown)
(Sleepy Brown) Mirror Mirror on the wall.. Who's the freshest of them all, Baby? oooooh.. (Chorus) (We're Steppin Out!) Feeling good with the Shamoe just like I would (We're Steppin Out!) Dont really care long as you and I are there (We're Steppin Out!) Cause we're on the scene (We're Steppin Out!) With the gangster lean (We're Steppin Out!) You wanna be on my team? (We're Steppin Out!) (oooOOohhh ooooooh, We're Steppin Out!) (Verse 1: Bigg Gipp) Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Tell me what do you see? My face, I.D. samilo poochies Pants by Gucci, cordoroy chucks, cordoroy cap Presidential smoking the strawberry wrap So chilly my reaction to my presence, like Burrr Minks, lambskins, gorillas, the fox furs Whatever the flavors that she would like to see I'm a Doctor peep me in my Fruit of my D's Off in my closet alone with my favorite cologne That I cadone I'm ma skeet skeet skeet skeet on Fresh feet on so much candy on my boat You can eat on the hub Put my heat on the wood Speed on, is good Tonight there will be no commericials or re-runs Just coolin sipping freon Talking to my folks on the phone on the freon Takin my favorite rocccck whenever we steppin ouuut (We're Steppin Out!) (Chorus: Sleepy Brown) (Verse 2: Big Gipp) You wanna meet the authentic The way I walk it, the way I talk it They can't be ready My hat bent smoke scent blueberry scent Either I'ma B.R.O. or your mind just moving too slow Gipp.. Flip it at best give it right back to you in gifts As I slide piering out the doulley wop window Checking out the talk that walk the sidewalk As I critique the streetbeat on this street called beatstreet Ol boy yall killing me what will it be Visions of level 3 or one twezzy Catch 'em breezy sometimes its just too easy Star struck to eager to please me Should I play pimp make 'em pay feezy Straight fucking 'em up leaving these crows dizzy Without a doubt you see me Bigg Gipp Steppin Out I'm the king to the city (Chorus: Sleepy Brown) (Verse 3: Big Gipp) No matter the cost still floss ross Post up charlie trading post Buttondown dickies hips still squeeky Post fly ladies in them 240 E's now oooh weee If the world could see me really how it be So cashmatic acromatic then when I proceed Let it subseed, bunglow over seas Keep an attitude like Dame Dash look at that ass I cant, let that pass not that fast And I ain't spending no cash I bring color to the outside Go head and decide unlock your car doors And let a G-Ride that stay sit Now I'm on the inside lets slide Spare a doubey for the jacuzzi Me and my new fluzy Thats how I put on thats what I'm talkin bout The lights and the phone off finger snap Thats a wrap (Chorus: Sleepy Brown) |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
My old boy from the point
But I'm from Southwest and every Now and then I get put to the test But I can't be stopped Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun But I got my crew Didn't come fro no beef cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much Drinking a cup of punch, tropical Every last Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed back to tha woods Now I'm full as tick Got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes Got my forehead sweating Celery and blue cheese on my menu next Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill me with second-hand obstables But, only to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing figure laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me Like that looking stupid of course living day by day and you ain't hard Trick hell you say? It's such a blessing when my eyes Get to see the sun rise To get further away from where I've been But I'll never gorget everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because If I hada went and took the easy way i wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today Everythang that I did Different thangs I was told Just ended up being tood for my soul Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Sunday morning where you reating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive Ole' burd working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's Last night hanging over from a good time yeah beef is cheaper but It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread Shawty look good with dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetty plus her monthly flow They know they making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside With a stare no money to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As I speak wuz up from the driver seat A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collard greens Too big for my jeans Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had allot but thankful for The little that I got why not be Fast food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they sick By trying to make this bullshit affordable I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable Come an get your soul food well well.. Hold up C it's what I write And Miss Lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that door With a mind full of attitude It was a line at tha beautiful JJ'S Ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem days When Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family Looking for a little soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
(feat. Outkast)
(Al Pacino) "I'll fight for you 'til the day I die" (Gipp) Yeah.. yeah.. yo Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for hoes Drag my ass down the air like I care Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab Makin money off these breakdown slabs We got this zone, get your own Better move on before your folk get split, you won't forget The DF put it down, now get down, or sit down (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (Khujo) I tackle my problems, never run from my foes Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke but it didn't leave a sucka froze like he just tried to stuff a whole ki up in his nose on all fo's You hit em high I hit em low, for this dough Yo heart gon' bust out here, cause we comin full speed We deep and take you lift you up off of your feet at the lift, of the glass, sippin victory Clean cut but I stay dirty Uhh, you play fair, I teach I spot this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin pork or beast, ?? ?? Tenacious on his grill, uhh, all-pro hall of famer with no fears, blood sweat and tears, uhhh, uhh, ohh shit (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (Andre) The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich The po' boy got it bad cause he is po' The bad boy got it bad cause he won't grow The good gul got it good cause she got game It runs in no undeveloped fellas considered lame Same like mechanics do it, baby who need her Buick repaired don't have no knowledge of what a brake shoe is Make woo it, turns a nigga, sperm it tickle We wiggle, ?? emotions like dill pickle in autumn, fall, into the bottom of black, holes Make a left on nothingness cause that's where I'm at Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my number Let's add em, see what we come with maybe we can slumber like uhh, babies in homes and uhh, retarded ones, uhh Dolphins and whales, uhh, the smartest ones, so nothing you can do can be new up under the sun Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Sometimes words are enough to kill over
Thanksgiving didn't give So what should I hope for I keep on looking fo job But job seems not to like me What else my doors kick off the hedges Somebody just fill they Christmas list Off me and tha family And damn I just miss them Felt like I've been raped A figures been through my drawers Always read tha times in between tha black Spent my summers in that country So I consider myself a Jack Some left this world by putting bullets in they head But little Johnnie across the street hung hisself from his bunk-bed Had to go to court in tha mornin' Nothing hard about it My little partner was just scared How scared Gipp that scared When I was B-gee Used to think I couldn't be hit None of my homies carried guns All I had was a stick Coming out hard was the way from day one One of the smallest muthafuckers in the crew But you knew and feel the type of niggas that kill Be the ones that's out to prove something To them other niggers cause They already know the outcome What's going down at the party So many fine hoes nobody knows why We buck, I guess we up in a rut Looking for but at the same time Up in the Flame supporting girls up in the game Out to get a piece of what the system Has designed black folks to struggle for So I bust, so much to deal with Can't feel what's real from fake For my sake I stay close to home So them crackers don't take and Never give back to my hood In desperate need of change Be this way to We arrage it to be fit me Growing up on Sesame Street Can you feel, what I feel? Can you hear, what I hear? Can you see what I see? When ma feet hit the streets What chu know? What chu know? About Sesame Street? Georgia Power wants to put me in the dark But one spark I see Sammy streak to ma spot In this red Fred Sanford truck undercover But he geela folks fo da class "A" substances narcotics Ole shought stopping ask? Can be "shock-ca-locka"? Um to mad to be scared So for the price if you go it Like that to be the boss you gladly pay it An arm and a leg I'd be lying if I say I ain't Need no help, can't do it by myself It's raining sesame Cause it's only so much time left in this crazy world Mates in prison guards life with a hamma So excuse ma grammar Behind the walls of Atlanta, Federal Penn The tait on "Fred Stock" the cell blox wit no C.O.'s Equipped with radios The system is fraud and the security camera Now have we an eyeball on it yet The second stage denied I wonder if I get another trial Remember me from way back in the days Lived right around the corner from Benjamin Mays I'm amazed that we made it this far A po black family is all that we are Wishing upon a star For a trace of happiness My mama do her best but she ain't making no progresss Maybe it's a test that we all gotta pass My situations making me grow too fast 13 and a half years old standing at the bus stop Alone in the cold on my way to be degraded For a fee to help get my family off this streeet called Sesame Can you feel, what I feel? Can you hear, what I hear? Can you see what I see? When ma feet hit the streets What chu know? What chu know? About Sesame Street? |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
Big Gipp:
What makes the dogs hollar? What makes the bouls roll? But I ain't got none, cause most be gettin' old After two weeks slidin' in the rain After the Braves game, where you headed man? Dawn county line, ready to straight mine Watch the sun glare, peep the cold air Those that understood, those that understand I'm runnin' rampant on a Clampet in a mini van (chorus) For you to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up For you to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up T-Mo 1st and Khujo 2nd: I been at that dope-d dope game for quite some time Noody gave me shit, I worked hard for mine I been up half the night, paranooid at this light I saw the light at the end of the tunnel of life Posting up with the team, it was dope at hand Willie Kight, Terry, Gipp, and hello my man We was draped like fo' real, cold night to snow It was hard to believe it was lil' T-Mo Gotta be 'round figures with petitions Ain't yo' witches like you did found out In rental cars trust with they're figure tips burnt out Kill me, happy trails had dominion Oh what a story they tell, ain't gone be no rails Without the sistas, so lets spark this riot to triple K Finna have my little buddy to jail because he reniged His grand dragon of his duty, rest in peace charisma In the heart of the chill cold south I must learn how for.... (chorus) You to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up For up to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up Cee-Lo: Of course I been underestimated, but i'm patient so I waited For these words to be related, God created, love and hated It's alright, it's okay. I'ma speak this anyway Many say it's life or death so I don't play any day Hey, I did not come here to stay I never tried to say I wanna to be old and grey When God come get me, so take a chance wit' me Come and dance wit' me to dance wit' me Come on (chorus) It's for you to turn it up, buckle up See you when I see you at the show crunk up For you (for you) to turn it up, buckle up (turn it up and buckle it up) See you when I see you at the show crunk(crunk, crunk , crunk) Yeah, like that y'all, 9-8 Yes sir, Militian mind state True, nuff respect to the crew, ugh huh, yeah Southwest A-T-L |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
We sit back
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
*knock knock knock* WHO IZIT?
Hey man, it's straight shoota man Man how many times bro? Hit me three times man, let me see them talkin Aight Aight brutha *BOOM* This is the Red Dog police department! Just get on the ground! Get down and get your god damn! Get your hands across your head! Get your god damn hands... |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
(Big Gipp) You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon Leave your head rest maroon Drunk heavy in the side street saloon Til' I figured it out, to the 3rd degree I'm the milli in the meter I'm the gram up in the kilo I'm the wave up in the ocean The C up in the coast and The B up in the Boston So what you looking for or looking at now You ain't got what you gotta shake Caught it on the sidewalk fake I gets down, further digging down Hurt for the red dirt at the same time Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear hook My old hood could use a little rebuilding A better place for these ghetto children I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy And these walls gonna come tumbling down These walls gonna come tumbling down (Cee-Lo) Well I remember when, I was slanging nothing but weed I ain't ??? round here that can't tell you about me Fortunately I done changed the way I used to be When so many didn't have an alternative to see Music saved my life and now I'll never forget it Thats why I try to glorify God with it But it still remains, its in my veins I know that I'ma sin, I just hope he'll forgive me again Okay, I'm right and wrong in the same day And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way And if I react, who was that guy to blame, hey You fuck with me, I fuck with you thats how the game played I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go Then I ain't got no choice no more Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case With 50 years to face I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding hook (T-Mo) I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves And we blame it on them, but we stuck in the same frame Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond Hoping to run, but theres a gun, what could you really do Everybody new kicking the old ??? to the floor But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas Niggas moving G's, I'm on my knees praying god please A nigga just wanna eat and sleep With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids Doing the best I can nigga (Khujo) Shit, look who talking now You gots'ta crawl before you walk, Ohh don't follow to close Where I think you might stop We all can see that the grass is the same color on the other side of the fence Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up Every morning brother I gotta stay prayed up Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go Its just in case I get a chance to retaliate I used ain't have nothing positive to say Doing my little five minutes of fame Who done forget from which they came Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've been so good to me Better than I've been to myself Keep us in good health The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck But I gots'ta be strong, to defeat my enemies For the kill, MAC's in your side Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these childrens hook |
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from Goodie Mob - One Monkey Don`T Stop No Show (2004)
(feat. Kurupt and Sleepy Brown)
(Chorus: Sleepy Brown) People play your flutes I hope I get to you Hustlers play your flutes Players play your flutes Gangstas play your flutes I hope I get to you (Kurupt) My pocket are tripling, banging so many weapons It's different, sip on some ripple and here's where you stash the nickle And baby a little pot of dough, I got fly hoes already bitch And I started pimping an hour ago Uh, I know that you be watching Trying to play with my intelligence, I circulate the West And what I calculate baby just from you taking up my time Everything you got in every pocket you want is mine Cadillac and Coup DeVilles dipping through the villa Teaching the motherfuckers pretending to be realer Hang on, and don't you let go I got game to make the rain freeze like snow Gipp, they just don't get Gipp, they can't fuck with us Keep it moving in motion we Dungeon Family baby And I give to fuckers just the way Los Angeles made me All my (Chorus) (only the first third) (T-Mo) Listen up little brother, go after anything in this world you want to pursue You don't have a clue To who you might need in the future, so be good to everybody Execute your plan, to the fullest 3-4 taking me from coast to coast Sometimes taking us abroad first class only with my tenderoni G-Mo-B style, that how we ride to the fullest Baby from the bottom to the top We be the cream of the crop, rising, grinding, everybody shining From head to toe, that how it go, to the fullest 'bout to blow With the Mo-B for life, Goodie Mo-B lumberjacking Packing knowledge of self, I hope our lyric help Somebody who might need some, inspiration of a whole black nation Coming together for 2004 That's how it go, nigga You know the Goodie Mo', and you know that nigga Mo' That's how it go (Big Gipp) Gangstas, you ain't gotta kill a man, try Sometimes you gotta let a little homie walk the line Just to show him how close he came to get his little ass burnt Like some honey baked toast Walking the hood comatose 21, 24 hours out the day In the lord I pray, but the S-K Spray a little bit then the police will come Holding my nuts everytime I don't run Hung in the hood, in the slums, in the PJs In the ghetto deep in the country the wood with no streetlights Slide to the left baby I'mma hit it right Came into the front yard, on-on-one fist fight O. G.'s from the hood told me to keep my shit right And if they try my mama house, I'll take the first flight The same niggaz that said they had my back They got them folks sniffing 'round my pine, I'm gone (Chorus) (only the first two-thirds) (Khujo) Yeah, uh Gangstas, put down your dukes Hustlas pick up your flutes It's your boy 'Jo Goodie, and people don't shoot I hope I get to y'all in one piece Cuz tomorrow ain't promised, I hid in the belly of the beast Folks still digging, in the trash can trying to get something to eat HIV running rapid in my community Teen pregnancies, children having children People sleeping, on the street So it ain't all G-double O-D Don't think I got it gravy when you see 'Jo Goodie on TV I know this gon be the death of me But situations and circumstances got be twisting broccoli Last year, the devil tried to kill me But y'all showed mercy, on him, he pleased Now I'm a below the knee amputee, back on the street Happily married with four kids, and I'll still split your wig (Chorus) (Outro: Kurupt) (overlap the chorus) Real G'd Up Goodie Mob Kurupt Young Gotti J-Wells, Bonzi J-Wells Dungeon... |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
One Million Niggaz Inside...
You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Let me tell you somethin real Plenty niggas sittin in jail just to eat a decent meal But see the rest they running on instinct And the way they treat me today like they shit don't stank Make me mad a fuck and fo' dat A million niggas want to tear Alanta up This that shit like to see A gang of niggas working together To put the devil straight to sleep We sendin' his ass to the grave ain't no such thang As a nineteen-ninety-five slave You brought that shit on yo'self But fo' me from the beginning a fucked-up hand was already dealt I used to trust in my preacher But now a days my mac-11 is my one and only teacher Seems like youwould listen to reasons I guess Atlanta nuts are too deep in season I went to jail fo' the cause and to black police Wouldn't give 'em the sweat off my fuckin' balls Suckin' on the devil's dick already kissin his ass fo a ten dolla' raise Bitch beat me down fo' some petty cash, smilin' in my face As the beast looked and laughed...O.M.N.I. One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct On my nerves instinct has takin' over Which is makin' me move slower so I don't miss shit So I don't get too high when I had to trust ya You betrayed the crew and I had to bust ya Wanna come back and take you Worried about the wrong thang this paper aint' gon' set you far They 'bout to start the revolution to let you knew where tey are And where they stand they got the upper hand Listen to the SWAT's, let me tell ya how it is man You got close and you realize what it is We fighting each other in the streets of each And you live and learn day by day It could get worse, picture me driving a hearse on the day after Hit a joint from a kid that I saw that didn't notice me on the street War was the vibe now I'm locked in this time One Million Niggas Inside... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Ain't no mo' you, ain't no mo' me It's only us but no unity Got yo' eyes open still can't see You' soul is priceless but you'll die for free Is it you don't know? Is it they don't show? If it is, then realize them crackers don't owe you no explanation Yo' hesitation to learn the truth will be yo' extermination That's why we gotta put the bullshit to rest Excuse me, I'm 'bout to get some shit off my chest Niggas is still dying it aint' no excuse A.I.D.S. got it where the niggas can't reproduce Niggas don't wanna listen when you tell it like it is Can't even get his own cause you worried 'bout his Regardless where you from I'm your got-damn brother We ain't never ever gon' make it without each other Seek and you'll find but we gon' stay lost until... One Million Niggas Inside this frame of mind... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Blue skies, sweatin' hot rain, watching the floors fall is the game Seeing one side of the Federal Building gone from the car Came the storm right streets to Garnett filled to the curb No where to go but Lovejoy, can't exit off here Got me trapped on your high concrete want me to speak Took away Mosley and Maddox for the weekend Kept me on your one way streets For the arrestee show no pity, siege be under the city Hidden eyes on poles that light my path Mutant is the mind frame, one million nigga's showed up at your door To get it on, with the new clan coming live...from tha OMNI... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
hookWe'll I'm just gonna tell youWe ain't bout' that talking homeboy, we'll do itAnd all that acting you doing, we see through itFuck hollering and screaming lets get to it, lets get to it(Cee-Lo)Now I say my rap reflect the
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo and others (singing)
Heyy, someone tell me, it's just about over Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhh yeahh-yeah Someone tell me, it's just about over Ohhh yeahhh-yeah, ohhhhhh yeahh-yeah Verse One: Cee-Lo (singing) Well I'm lonely, and no one understands The show has fallen, into the wrong hands I am blinded, to see all that's passed To know it was possible, to be a sadist I have nothing, for to give I have lost my, will to live I lost my pride, lost my joy, and now I've lost my fear I'd rather die, because I, am just that, unhappy here Chorus Verse Two: Gipp, Khujo Man it's 20/20, uhh It's gettin hard, to Main Street, the Boulevard Earth warmin, causin the ozone to fall apart Spark rebellion, I'ma go to, guillotine the Palestines too, divide the land right, between you Seas cross, dirt road walked A lot of folks that don't talk Some that thought they made it got caught Slay the wicked, spirit'll soon fix it It's gettin colder I wonder how much older 'fore it's all over Not long, it was sad, how you killed my son on the four-zero-five, changin, his flat tire Suspect's a white male, lead, a possible robbery Hurts my heart that we start off this year like this, players in position to make differences but be, charged with rape, with all that debit while you had it, to take the ?gushy? Twenties frozen this time At this North/South planet clinic where abortions are performed Verse Three: T-Mo From the start, I see the end Will we be friends in the end Took you with me, solo creeps Never wakin lay next to me sleep Hate to use you, don't abuse you I won't lose you, fought to keep you He dyin to meet you, confrontation of the tainted thought, of me lettin you step to I got caught, messin up again I just can't win, tryin not to sin When crackin the gin, makin fat distends in a time we need to be sober On my way through Georgia, headed back to Florida with the Jimmy called Peanuts, mind in the O, headed to a show Gone with the strong, up out the do', now.. Chorus Chorus *singer repeats 'over' until the final riff of the song* |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
Inshallah
Chorus: How can I promise you forever When I can't even promise the rest of the day All I know is we started this journey together And hopefully we can make it the rest of the way Inshallah Insha-llah, Insha-llah Inshallah-ah-ah-ah Insha-llah, Insha-llah Inshallah-ah-ah-ah (Khujo) Yeah Dialect kinda slurred Did you catch that word blurred Talk slow, walk slow And years passed Make that cash Never took a second look Follow the words in the book Watch 'em chill and cook Somethin' new for your ears, bro Sing-along Same sing-song Wantin' to bail out the front door Which you lookin' at me more I can show you shit that you never seen before Crushed ice for cold drinks Surely Makin' music for the worldly And the people in it If you gotta spin it Life is only five minutes (T-Mo) We got contrabanded I recite about bein' free Only to a certain extent In a country run by a president That doesn't know a single resident In my 'hood It is good Or that is fucked-up I let 'em speak for me Break bread and peace treaty Across seas ????? Till the feds get it And split it With other federals And ????? agents and senators and representatives that live off us And feed off us For new ides For years Niggaz been raped Let's escape This dope But how? When it's locked into our chemistry for 'Cause nigga that's all we know That's how we grow (Chorus) (Cee-lo) Remember me, I explain Our relentlesship ?While true made me get the grain? And I refuse to settle Well except the simple and plain I'd much rather excite Delight and entertain Passionately persistant When I preach this positivity For stand up god, write hard things I like to say And our words don't take a chance See if I can make y'all dance But I really ain't got that much time to play Just row Your little boat down the stream Go slow 'Cause life is only a dream And if I should die before I awake I leave to all my beloved this message to take Ahhhhhh (Big Gipp) The merciful Lord of worlds Master of the days of judgement Guide me on the path Upon those who you bestowed your favors Not upon those who your wrath has brought down Nor on those who go astray after hearing your teachings Confidence shot Selfless thing go extremely Contageous flavor Distributed in major Tomatoes with juice Chances of prostate cancer Disease is fictitious Never abandon your Emmanuel For want of religion Kept peasants 180 Just got back From what It ain't nothin' but gamblin' In the pockets scramblin' To avoid the sack I'm seldom seen 'Cause I'm on the label No dis Boneless fingers go from For the one In a matter of tone A target of Since sense has made me enemies It has performance in demand Violence, a tradition in the Western Hemisphere Claim jumpers and land jackers (Chorus) |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
I.C.U do you see me, I'm staring at cha' (x4) (Khujo) Before you got on, I could a hear a pins drop Maybe make me wanna clean out your clock Go in your socks, confiscate your knot Cool you off, because you think your hot, when your not Fools on the block, will take your hand, brigettes and rocks And your watch Can't wait until you come through One more 'gain so they can empty your bins Check your chin, don't try and be my friend Get close and then attempt to do me in Niggas know you'll spin, we can get on that Henn, eyes shut Huh Can't touch We don't care nothing 'bout you doing ten, up in the pen We ain't finna be mothering 'bout nobody Cause we motherfucking grown men hook (x2) (T-Mo) Whats on your mind at this time Chilling fine, sip back on wine Everything dope and scoping mine Like its yours, opening doors to a future you can see Really, Dungeon Family crew'll legendate No catching guard presence in Southwest And everybody who believe we the best and never gonna stop Never gonna change, try to stay focused Still running with the same crew since 82' All I gotta do to ?convince kids is say you'll all get big too? hook (x2) (Big Gipp) How you doing miss thang Better yet should I say miss queen I saw you in the corner, and you was looking off Your smelling classic baby I'd like to hold it snug Lets cut a rug and split this scene and strut up out this club I be 'bout strictly business I make it better, get it better than the last dude Where I hang ain't no drama momma I reserved the bed behind the curtains Keep it wet, keep you stuck, all up on the jewels And keep you seeing colors like on the wall at MJQ hook (Cee-Lo) Sugarpie... You wanna know how a nigga from the gutter ghetto so butter-fly Its really on, and really I want is a moment alone Baby please, it ain't your cheese, and ??? I'm interested But thats on low-low, but I'd love and die til' the morn' Every word that I'd heard her say it really inspired me But I'm only staring cause I like what I see But I know that you probably got a girl, and already in love Maybe next life-time you'll be free hook |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
Backbone:
One time Uh for these freaky hoes I lust But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust But that's they thang A lot of us fall victim somehow But that's that game Won't try to explain From books to bricks Now I see crooks and tricks Caught up in the mix Of everyday in every way but the right I control the substance my people fiend for at night Lord knows I do wrong Sound like the same old song A lot of niggas singing Homeboys conceal your weapons Cuz ain't gon be no smokin session in heaven No more be buckin yo luck Seven eleven on the first roll Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice Khujo: Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit Puttin in work Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt One squirt And you locked down forever Can't run from reality Lurking you closer and closer away To the same old traps Now you never learn from your mistakes So now you wear this ass whoopin wit pride What side you on? It wasn't no I in team Only in your dreams Saturated with schemes Yea you right, God gon deal wit ya Fallin from his grace Rookie cop moves cause shifty game And 30 days I'm blessed in the hole But that's till I go to the state federal Penitentiary Yea I could did my time standin on one foot But see I fucked up royally Thought I was slick Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed my big check to six Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay A wise man knows his limitations Concrete, concrete like Greg Street Chorus: Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse Gipp: That's the shit I like Lord got the door Shot down to the pavement Remove yo hat under the ceiling Of this building A rebuff from the usher of sorts Because ???? Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems Got skimp wit yo bags Boulders become shoulders to depend on Which way to explore Reform, refrain, we ???? Every thought you walk through the trails is hell Airborne for ???? Clone me Replace me wit me Another nation inside a nation Out the land of Scots Suction cups to test tube Layer of skin Supply the crust And we'll mix the fruit Gunshows supplied me in the hour of need Watch em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer Now who's the killer Yup yup that's the shit I like That's the shit I like T-Mo: Uh puttin forth the effort to make a change Not doin a lot of talkin bout it what's yo game? You slippin you can't never do that That's when you get jacked For yo life over emotions runnin wild Like salamanders swimmin in southwest creeks Feelin incomplete Another story Livin ???? Value lost - it wasn't worth it look what it costed Yo life young nigga Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger Better think fast or get swept off yo feet Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads Don't say I didn't tell you cuz you gon see in the future I hope I don't have to shoot you If you switch Went from hardcore to beggin like a bitch Revolutions good to bad Hoods to rags real niggas to fags What's the news? But I refuse to lose Chorus Cee-Lo: Well I woke up this mornin with the same frustration from situations like these Got a call about some work from one of them temporary agencies No high school diploma or any college degrees I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas Oh please Of course I can slice some OZs But see I'm one of those aspirin MCs And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees So my uniform tight workin all night at Mickey D's Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government get they fees These minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies Purposely these limitations on black folks opportunities So I quit cuz I'm tired of being one of those overworked underpaid employees Stop carin at all went on and did a few small burglaries It seems like my face done turned into forgotten memories And I ain't gettin away with nothing because I know he always sees But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold They gon get high so I'ma get my money even though it's freezin cold Now how many times you done heard this story told? Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies But dependencies is eatin away at they souls like disease Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies And the crime rate never drops to the cops ride around in threes I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies In a dimlit room being questioned by these authorities And they gave me some time in correctional facilities And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Everyday somebody gets killed
What's the deal it's 1995 and a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dream I want things a crib a car while living the life of a king I know I take for granted at times for what I got still hustlin' and bustlin' and now and then I stand a pop or two to come up a steady battle through the days Mamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paid the system aint given T-mo a chance 22 on the loose and black trying to get the noose a little slack around my neck they making it hard for a brother to cope it's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax I'm ready to go up shit until they give my freedom back. Service to what, who Damn, you got caught sought away out The trait is getting full, calling up your pull but pull aint got it. I fell cold inside like A man sleeping on pavement Under the bridge of I-20 west And stress on the face of the man Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear And who dat miss they fee Cuz all they personal shit Is sitting on the front lawn of Apple Tree And for those who aint got take Before the owner shows back up with the U-haul Police you call But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff See I stand tall to this world Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself A book on a shelf of many MC's seen them come and go Style free with Cool Breeze Til it's thick like dat fog Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog Dropping a point from the East >From a location out tha trees 360 degrees. Born into these crooked ways I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the days I struggle and fight to stay alive Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ... Niggas aint getting no where fast but, closer to the hearse Why sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me Almost dropped ma end of the casket Woodgrain and the only thang on my brain is where this coward hang (SWATS) South West Atlanta Fountain Lane Forgot the batch niggah got thirty years Lord forgive me and my foes I know Revenge is best served when cold by those Who feel no guilt God don't care whether you got a spade or not Aint no turning in your playing hand you was dealt Better tighten up your belt man, always go with The first instinct because, I don't make the rules Oooh, you know how it is in these streets Victims rarely get a chance to think twice As he laid in the final resting place He had such a peaceful expression in his face My visions blurry from crying But it aint hard to see that At any time it coulda been me It's about 90 degrees outside But yet it felt like i'm froze The ceremonies come to a close I toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yet Damn I done fucked around and got upset But it aint nothing we can do It's bigger than me and you One day our time coming too So aint no use in being sad Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever had We should be glad Maybe his life was something That he had to give to show me That I need to be responsible about how I live I won't complain about my pain But I just aint gone let my niggas die in vain So Bean I'm gone make it for you The cycle that these young black men keep goin through I'm gone break it for you And start takin care of me And me consist of all my friends and my family From now on, until I'm gone. Born into these crooked ways I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the days I struggle and fight to stay alive Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' |
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from Bone Crusher - Attenchun ! (2003)
Listen let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
There are thingz in life We of people need to get, need to get our weight up Together the struggle starts today people Listen here we go In life sometimes things ain't what they seem Some say they love you don't mean a damn thing Sometimes it makes me wonder why This pain it hurts me deep inside Cuz all I wanna do is give love But all day wowdees mean mug So it brings the thug in me And all I want is my family wit me To share in this love of life For my lil shorties to eat right It's the short life that we live And there's a lot that you can give Get up yo weight people? Tell em Tell em Why we hate ourselves sooo Please let me kno Why we hate ourselves soo Guess that's how goes The wars the battles the tussles the struggles From nobody to a legend Give in here I command your attention As if I was a band, you the people in the stand understand I keep my lyrics slum and rigid Young prospects watch, my feet don't miss my pivot Don't matter my year, my gives stay consistent I went from born to blazed To beautiful days and beautiful ways Laying down the truth for a bankhead, respect it I try to interject it, I say through the music and the medic Im dedicated to my pen and my pistol My family and my hood I wish you nothing but good Tell em Tell em Why we hate ourselves sooo Please let me kno Why we hate ourselves soo Guess that's how goes We don't love ourselves, cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror A people that don lied to us In the quipped to 24 7 Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend We swerving in our innocence Taking off in yo G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44 Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps Just listen a beat, ain't no love in these streets And it's a shame what a nigga gotta do to feed his family Trappin, scrappin, head stung I made my mistakes in the past, but I was young and dumb Learn from the thug, learn from the bars, learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum I forget bout the struggle, I cant get by without the help from my sister and my brothers Tell em Tell em Why we hate ourselves sooo Please let me kno Why we hate ourselves soo Guess that's how goes Never say never, I'm clever Cutter butter brother Shut her motherfuckin lips wit my clip Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip A legendary, underestimated, underrated, hated by the critics But I spit it, make em git it Kick it when I hit yo city, Hook me up with the best greens they serve I took a bird in the red eye I'm workin' till I'm dead eye The mission never ends Im up for them lazy a** Mo gon clap dough, silly from they growth True niggaz they kno, stay together till its over Staring out the window of my old home, We older I'm never sober I'm never sober Tell em Tell em Why we hate ourselves sooo Please let me kno Why we hate ourselves soo Guess that's how goes |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
Yo, we gon do it like this
Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard Never considered . . . ok Now don't get mad, nigga get glad Goodie got them brand new trash bags . . dag And they know where to dump that ass In the chair The hoochie river with the rest of the kids That did business outside la familians Gettin ya touched Down the cut Blunts roastin whole through tea bags Blowin bubbles out the wrong end Mud in your stool piles Flamin hotter than Dust Valley The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire The gangsters of this other century Transforming hustlers and players into sissies So slim goodie You don't want no drug boy He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant Don't get too comfortable You ain't gon be here too long G's get locked up and die (clean) Most lie in they own surreal home Trust the tree on the map This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps Now he up under the bridge stankin In his birthday suit Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!) Beat him to the punch-line, one ? Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26 Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crack Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle To stay on top of sand dunes Cause mouths born with silver spoons Make your bed you gotta sleep in it But stakes made Baking soda kept the knees clean Narrow like a ravine ? fell good news Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two Left by oh-no Soul been gone, disappeared like the dune Once the temperature rise But I'm with my Lawd (lord) ?Please grits, still ship Half the pipes are gettin sold out convienience stores Where ya at now? Comming around trying to sniff out sounds Well rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear The dogs are gettin closer to the ? now can you hear? I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed Your ass couldn't catch your tear Lies, straws, mirrors and plates Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes Why can't I escape These lies, straw, mirrors and plates? In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks Upon the map in the vault Where this cat's trying to sniff me out I'm in the southwest woods working all about Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain If I can't refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cain And really don't know which way to go Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix Hits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plenty Fat baggies like ?Maggies? muffin Where the kid do the stuffin Silly of these young niggaz watching me As I turn figures into solitare Twirl up my hair (down south) Pray to God I don? have to do him Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek So to speak, ? like a icon when it was done to approach my mosse Be on that Rossie like The Click So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it Chorus Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo than every other nigga I know We all still po I don't sell dope (what you doin?) I sell hope You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V. I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary I got that thang with me cause it's necessary Shit, I was just ridin Wasn't even thinking?out collidin But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go He said "you know what it is, you done seen it before" This sad, of course I'ma be mad Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star I value both of our lives more than this car You lucky nigga, I used to be you Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight And I would've been in the right I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this He-he-he-he-he-he Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house Knahmsayin? |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
You 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean out
But i luv her till death do us part Though she divorced my pop the hard way Back in nineteen "yassey" for the past sixteen years I took on the responsibility of daddy... Ma ol' burd... puttin a real buzz in my ear, makin sho' it marinate And not go out the other ear Guess who? stood beside me when y'all wouldn't force fed when I Couldn't lift a spoon to my skull God is good, God is kind mimmicin' her taught me how to say mine ... Grace improvised wit bakin' soda when it wasn't no toothpaste Now what that went with?? my ol' burd cried tears of joy When she heard I wasn't gon' serve time for possession Of the "sawed off" runnin' out of spurs When I came home blowed and couldn't find the key hole, guess who Unlocked the doors, my Ol' burd puttin' my hairs out I better eat before you bug me to death Shut-up you old ungrateful ass nigga, she trying to help yo' ass... I wasn't ready to eat yet but I enjoyed the dinner she said, "I'm glad" Slid down my esophagus wit ease, even though she have this skin disease, That won't allow me to gain weight do my own eyes deceive me Guess who tuck me in before I started drivin this Benz Again & again, told me not to and when I did... Guess who beat the dog shit outta me kid My Moma didn't play, shiiit, I had to pick the switches... You guess who!!! My Moma, destination unknown, went out on her own She was barely even grown and became my Moma I never knew my dad, so even when the times got bad I was glad cause I had my Moma For so long she had to be strong I know at certain times she was wrong But she still my Moma, it still amazes me The Lord had to help her raise me judging from the way I used to be My Moma, the biggest player that I know I love her so Hell everything I got I owe to my Moma Thank you for caring, thank you for sharing yo' luv I guess that was yo' way of preparing Yo' son to be the one and not the two To make you and my daddy's dream come true But what a surprise a car wreck left you paralyzed The sheet was pulled over yo' eyes when the doctor advised The family that you might not ever talk again But you talkin' so I know that you gon' walk again But take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme... My Moma Who was tha first to hold you in some arms Tha first to change your diaper when your stomach wasn't calm Your Moma, wit that drama brought you into this world From a world of down under I wonder now she know when I was lying, when I was telling the truth With the proof she would explain how I've been skipping school With that boys putting wholes on my back with the same belt Around my waist that held my panst up Takin' back only got you closer to Southern Bell Got your forehead swell I swear she knew when it was real or when it was fake like Clampetts With dreads and if I couldn't handle a situation then I fled Behind closed doors I froze, in Garnett holes I rose Who that hell got my bond Standing in front of that two-inch glass A woman ready to hand the cash over for her son... My Mama!! Sometimes we get it on, I know at times I'm wrong Lookin' into my eyes just to let me know she tried is enough for me I'm callin' a truce it seems we more like brother and sister Even though she pay the bills wit the mister Brought me home in '72 and gave me all she had Cause I was left at birth she knew it could work Since she gave me the first chance my song and dance Pearl, my world, what would I do without her spark Probably be on the street wit nothin' to eat but I got a happy home Ever since my first day it's heaven sent now I know What it's meant when I say I appreciate what you've done and what you do your only son... Guess who??? The only one that cares for real and really understands how I feel Help me over come my fears and never left me through the years So I dedicate this song for you, for all that you brought me through I know there will never be another that will love me like my Mother |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
Intro:
Ladies and Gentlemen, you are listening to the rulers of the spirit world (Really, Really, Really) Yeah, Yeah, that means poetry deep in this team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, Yeah Witchdoctor: Check this out, bust it, This is like a rocket, you never packed this many condominiums in your pocket Ughn, you never smoked this much weed before Where else can these niggas go Don't know tomorrow, it's about today, bruh I want some coochie that I ain't gotta pay for I'm the one that holidayed ya ATL, land where we par-laya, No nigga jealous with his gat wanna clown It's enough females in the streets to go round two, three times Atlanta, the doctor's home, Always somebody hoggin the payphone Say homes, where your daughter She'll tell ya I'm pure like Artesian water Feed me a quarter like a jukebox I sell rhymes like rocks, the police oughta stop checkin The Lord gave me a blessing Long as rocks I sees with you Think the Lord pleased with you Ughn, you think he kissed you, You think he kissed you, Or he dissed you Chorus: Poetry deep in the team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Yeah, Poetry deep in the team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green Bust it, Khujo: Suits of brutality patrol sectors Day care centers ran by vestors Drunk drivers behind the steering wheel of liquor trucks New comers think they won the diversion on pure luck Shark pools in the hall, one drop can start a frenzy Feeding off of your ignorance of the law consider no excuse We here by being careful, vigilence Vampires ??? lace personal pants with blood Just ask for the special Crackers crave samples of niggas urine Strands of hair and semen Blue lights in the basements Having conversations with voices between four by fours Rack 'em up, I'll bust your head Stay playing the role of executioner, been years on death row Now he don't wanna die for arranging his wife's murder Equal opportunity, designated bullets don't discriminate Like unemployment, officers doing break Y'all done stepped on we, the green green One deep in this team Y'all done stepped on we, the green green (Poetry runs deep in this team) Chorus T-Mo: Belligerent thoughts of militant ways Camouflaged in the brush, love or lust Which can we trust hidden in the cuts Terr-i-ble they bounce 'em every third month Yeah, after the big flood of truth, Caught in your own evidence Now you hesitant to believe me You back to hangin with Parks That's what you called her Now you run cause you know that's what you want (What you want, what you want) If I felt like everything was good Maybe then I could knock on wood To protect the good That surrounds my innermost thoughts Until my thoughts were caught unguarded As hard as it is to be perfect I try And I still flaw listening to the next guy That knew more and saw it before I did Came up big, to dig an early grave Get locked up, and turn a slave for the rhythm We rap, still get slapped by the system Chorus |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz', you know me, givin' me left hand dap P-funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain "X" marks the spot twain, O.C. the cut layin' a stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly - think, but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin a buzz in you ear "It's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel - 254 Today was good to me I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water Half these figures around me be hollering Newt Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254 Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where tha fuck I'm going, I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag... Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore takin' what I say for what it's worth It don't matter cuz how I feel might be triggered From thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky why try so hard If all I'ma get is spit on Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin on shit But some of these folks is gettin rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind... Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split yo' ass up for real Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax Are being made by Organo-i-z-e Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin paid For chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to do To come thru your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp Ha, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth I smile because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike L And Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day Ooooh shit!! |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
"Uh-huh, been here been real
Still clear South West Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Chorus: Now from that ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Got one foot in, one foot out... of the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto That's why I know the things I know! In the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto And some of my friends done died befo' in the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto That's why I can't seem to let go Chiefton: How do you feel when you judge quick And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit? Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways! You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time Playin' catch-up with yourself I'm on another level, and you can say I'm dead wrong Even if you stay home They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone Head strong Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin' He be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB And they neva call him daily in that wee-wee So what I find is to eliminate the problem Befo' they cause problems Befo' we have problems 'Cause you thought you had it sewed up Until that green house grew all of a sudden Sho' nuff, it showed up Now you didn't know he had it in him The venom It fits the test and I'm gon (win) him Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now You need to find out, there ain't no time-outs You can't sign-out, better than whine out Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down! For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now So let it guide you and take you to that touch-down And stay ground, so that you can stay proud 'cause one in, and one quick CHORUS T-Mo: I got these jokers with their eyes red drinkin' too much, got dead I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs Herbs beware. It's from the one that data compare logistic, chicken biscuit This Winter, he will forget the cold through a song And my (party wrong), and my weak is strong just kept his back turned, yearned for destruction bustin' microphones blessed the unprotected soul lettin' go, call him too much will get you off for sure watch (???????) (????) top plate what's gon' save you from the hands of (why) when them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghetto Gipp: They trappin' him off within then Look at the fonky red'ead Done flipped them all as dead Paint wet, now I'm set Fight the shit, watch it hit Block lot, Neighborhood charcoals and that old (mark-o?) After dawn, on the porch (Got gone), mind blown Fashioned like, Niggas sold, new or old It's gettin' sold in the ghetto CHORUS Cee-Lo: Now from the go child my name is Lo God done gave me this vision quite some time ago He taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow?) You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo' Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun Now revolution of the mind has already begun Now just a second y'all It got to be For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me Even the ghetto is still God's property! C'mon Khujo: Ever since you was a youngster the devil been Over your soul, like this one-eyed monster Ain't no in between you either off or on Never pass judgement But the feeling is mutual Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me After years of gravel You promised no rest to (blow) in weeks I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints Wobblin' like a duck Stuck, crawlin' out the same hole me don't promote no mysterious behavior (Pimped) and be dead I used to flow, my high school goal It come through in the ghetto! CHORUS |
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