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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street? Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete I'm gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin Mobbed out so they can't see me when I'm ridin They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy But at the same time I know these muh'fuckers wanna mug me Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha But I'll do years, if I bust these niggaz Keep point four-five calibers of chrome I'm, comin forth to carry you home I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost There's somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks These are actual facts, I ain't been in no actual car-jacks but let me tell you this, I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp Ridin with these two glocks, we gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks My nigga don't hate me, cause I ain't hated, but we related No one includin me, should be understimated But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without, at least 30 shots Cause I'm tellin ya, these Southern boys gon' get all they got I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ?? off the block before your carcass drop Can't share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle Ain't, barrin none hundred round draw Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick ?? Takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom Everytime son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears The world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate Y'all from the section where the straight shit, straight up off the top Block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp Shoot em from the hip, everytime I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin through the park on the weekend ain't no stoppin keep it dippin that's how we trippin Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the windows and my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks Lookin out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What? I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken, bout to start clickin Hoe better know who the true G's are, I'm the star, brand new car Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier Blowin composer, chief of that doja, told ya when I was older I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age Goodie Mo.B., doin they thang, I, pray, for, change and my players in this game it's insane, how this 'caine is bringin em pain, young'un doin time dyin by this grind A-T-L, fine this just how it's goin down And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's |
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from Set It Off (셋 잇 오프) by Christopher Young [ost] (1996)
No ego trippin', just growin' old All up when I'm feelin' cold 'Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I feel Watchin' my family fall apart, was all I never wanted to see 'Cause I got love for one another I'd kill for my only brother, even though he might be wrong At times I'm gon' do what I got to do to come through every scary moment Just brought us closer which kept us down Remember them days when southwest Atlanta wasn't even 'round So out the reds to wet it And say they actin' brains, relaxin' And steady stackin' and pistol packin' And trackin' is tired I set it off! I don't be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peewees Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money" See, I used to wear my shoes until I couldn't no more Now I hit the store, when the lace get old I wear Calhoun jeans 'cause I don't like Calvin I relate to my folks To make you think this 'bout my third album This supposed to be the times when the moon and the sky turn purple So watch this full circle Black wire touch red Red wire touch black Me and Big Slate got this drop wit some gator backs And I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I make He get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the tapes Ya know what I'm sayin' Who gives a damn about catchin' a charge It's been a while since I seen my boys One time for my potnas who got out today Back on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away Okay (that's right) I just got to say Two times for the crook who just got away It done got so quiet now, I can here a rat piss On cotton, one apple sport the whole Barrel rotten What it mean when you see the sun and the moon shinin' At the same time This God's way, you dug your own grave The righteous path was laid But you chose to go astray Ay, out the war shit Wakin' up in a cold sweat Through the same ol' skit Genocide >From the inside, look a pit You lie, never killed nobody Let's take it to the ol' school No you can't Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish s Don't stare Can't help the crooked look It came with the face I used to steal from my folks But now I'm straight Went through the neighborhood rat's pockets books Ooh You missin' somethin' of value We have you, got you Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets nothin' Nobody knows the trouble I have seen My homeboy MD write me from the ? 24-7, hell or Heaven, it ain't no tellin' Will it be mo' sunshine for the due time felon They gave him 10, do 3, self year, probation Law leaders not, unto no temptation Yall know how it be You make a monkey move, lay yourself on the street You'll understand me They don't care nuttin' 'bout you In that cold cell Can't do nuttin' but take what them folk give me I'm dead serious Them folk givin' away time Just to show us the good Lord keep lettin' the sun shine One time for them niggas who got out today And my folks on stokes ?? just westward on Olympian Way Uh-huh And I just got to say Two times for the crook who just got away "Uh-huh.. Believe that.." "Uh-huh.. Believe that.." |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
(Cee-Lo)
Mmmm.. this particular song right here is.. dedicated to the black woman And it doesn't pertain to all black women because some of y'all disrespect y'allself because you don't know who you are in the first place This is out of common respect, for all women period Word up, like this song, yo Yo, I'm quite single, and occaisionally I mingle But aside from all the rest, she sparks my interest No, ma'am, I don't know you Just offering the common respect I feel I owe you Also, some conversation, companionship, common-ground and common-sense There's no such thing as coincidence in, me finding you here And I really hate screaming in your ear, so some other time, OK? I waited a day *phone rings* Hello? This is Carlito from a couple of days ago, you sound tired Forgive me if I've called you too late But what better time to relate mind-state? Where could I begin? Hasn't anyone ever told you you got beautiful skin? You're more than welcome, what do you desire within? I just, wanna be, there's no need to put titles on you and me Those are limitations, living and learning are our only obligations Equality, honesty, independence, intelligence, emotion and devotion Humbly seeking to hear God when he's speaking At one time, my mind, just, couldn't conceive A woman had to dress a certain way to believe But, in the same breath, a-llow me to say That, if you believed young lady, you wouldn't dress that way And I, was attracted to your class, I couldn't see all yo' ass And, I was very content, and you deserved every complement Now, remember our indifferences make us the same You gotta have some game, or, many of you won't even be able to take care of yourself, uh And Love, when I look at you, I see my reflection So I offer my love, affection and protection Shawty, you dead fine, but the bottom-line is You're still my sister Chorus: Cee-Lo *singing* Well, I say you're my, beginnin my end You're my sista lover and friend God is, your light from within It shines through your beautiful skin What they, say bout you ain't true There's no me if there is no you I hope, that you understand You got to respect yourself before I can (Gipp) Yeah, I met you and y'all knew, saw you again on Marietta Downtown Atlanta, checkin your long legs, got me smirkin Fixed me dinner one night, candles lit Kinda ahought you was slick in the beginnin But it teurned out you wouldn't lie Looked me in my eye, I listened Sucked it up, pushed on, we made amends, both sides clicked True friends, since then, years done gon by Brought a baby girl into this world, made our parents grandfolks Household with no hope, took care of ye, you me When shit got put out on the curb Closer than the skin on the back of my hand Through the thick and thin, we can win Beautiful black skin Chorus (Khujo) No need to compete, with the music loud or stairs cold, put on a scale, of one to ten, you a twelve I chose, her over jail and hell Originally from ATL (T-Mo) Compatible souls come together, under bad weather to discuss distrust amongst the so-called good in every wo-man, how I wish this was true I deal with facts only, already done cloned me Why I sang the blues, when there's only one God that watches over our every step, I need his help when I'm walkin, lookin for the right female I can't tell sometimes They tell me the devil's comin humble in his approach Spontaneous with the game He caught the naive of a girl fallin for the OK Let the pistol smoke the one you live by Die by, examples of how relationships can be (Khujo) I rolls the dice, takin a chance at crappin out Like today boy, I lost one of my best hips Natural thick lips, no animal fat implants Wide load, just started workin at the airport 19 years old, worth more than her weight in gold But it was all my fault, so don't cry, understand If down the line I want you back and the feelin ain't mutual just promise me you'll find a new man -- that's bout some business Hope she find what her was lookin for, like a dreamto my end I wanted to be more than friends Beautiful black skin (black skin) Chorus: repeat to end |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
Do you ever see that stuff that be
when it get cold that ice that you can't see? See that shit happens sometimes. Yep, black ice. Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall y'all did you catch that phone call most of y'all didn't met me thought I was tall, Get flipped like a dip slipped fell on da black ice did you think twice, homeslice came and he went satisfied got bent bars ain't shit meetin' coast to coast yeah lamped & bo man do-si-dos too many coming close cuz Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high Circulate like a Sunday paper capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks good picks pay hard watch the hard turn sideways clip the tale for real sales to the who lose cash flesh Live your life for now feeling good and warm windows rolled tight thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick lips dry quick when the jack out make you wanna act out take the slack out some people black out hibernating to a cave backout Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high I been in it for the past few days tighter than fades I know all my plays now can I rap? can I adapt? now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders of those writing dreams feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday stayed away from the pyramid board game broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame sky high (x 10) now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings so quick flexing, you speaking about sankin that's refreshing to the earlobes pay for the room and still be in pimp mode like icebergs, chryslers and buicks some niggas ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it abuse their priveliges and now the whole village is been shot to pieces coz niggas are biting that same stupid shit I mean that feces boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy seach boy, talking about your dough is punk like lurch boy every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah! Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrums it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood Yellows and greens and blues and browns and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains to cocaine & sustaining rain See summer roll around niggas all about change then they steady move them keys like bob james Coz old man winter's arrived the temperature dives November just died December's alive thus it ain't no typical ride just individuals way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone making it our own taking me all wrong We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-nos no you ain't solo, there's even lower levels you can go take sun people put them in the land of snow Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Lock the doors.....!!!!
Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same Helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste Blood is a terrible thing to waste (Big Gipp) In my flip-flops and socks, I walk blocks confused cos my nose ain't right, my sight blind Smoke, need somethin from my toke More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose In the city of disgust, nuttin new blew in but almost left your bed, yet I said.... My mind back home, I roam the path in the trees I give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened was something for the ill-minded, even though you're true your feet can't fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes My old man still don't understand why The things I do, the way I think A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low's Specialisin in the greenery Code name: Cardwell, so what's real? I still float the sidewalks of Abbotsville Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean Blew Dixie Hill to get a little more pote' And if ya can't find none of the Goodie in the veins of the ATL, try the wood or the trail (Cee-Lo) I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way Each word that I say may cut you like a knife and totally influence and change somebody life Who me? I'm 19, and best to have seen what I already seen Life taught me a lot That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot Ain't gotta be no jacker for offense from the high A liquor store on every corner that you walk by I watch my niggas die for no reasons In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons Them crackers don't give a fuck, then again why should they They evil from their head to they toes so how could they You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity I love you but I ain't gon' let you pray for me So if you must shed blood so be it The end is comin I can see it Yeah, the end is comin I can see it..... It's in the blood (T-Bu) Me look at myself and say "Damn!" I use to rock Cascade at night and East bound But now I sit back and take a pull Take out my pin, I'm ready to get a beer, wet, I ???? ???? I'm ready to pay my dues, fool Why choose to trump me, I never did shit but you label me the OutKast So even if I was to blast on your punk ass it wouldn't change my opinion of a customer That I was to serve like a bird over on the South West side and this side better be rollin thick It's that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin Huh, and callin da wild, cos I don't smile I keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6-0 cars?* Out in their yard without a strap ain't cool You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain't told to glorify no glory I lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustle So she died lookin for that muscle You wonder why I acts how I do, quiet-type So I might strike any minute, fool.... Step into Zone 3, see South West Atlanta up in this motherfucker deep Don't sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin but I can't hear or see see clear cos we all on the outside, we're pimpin or homicide Already so many resting in peace but I can't sleep til I can believe I'm ready to die for my cause I'm Good cos I'm true to my blood (Khujo) I'll blast for my family, don't be mad at me Was it because I didn't finish C-O-double L-E-G-E? There's only a punk ass army down while you're harassin me Stop takin me thru episode after episode The reason why I ???? ???? is to keep on punching holes in the wall, I had dreams I played ball wit the pros, I pop punts and field goals Droppin them fat guv's in the weight room Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole Now I'm wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, *?Foo-ti and C's?* and ol' South Oh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when it's sun, and paper completes my grocery list, proceded to my ol' bird in the kitchen cookin chitlins Pre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spot but this morning I had to punch the clock Whether it be sittin off in the hills of Dixie witta pocket full of rocks that icey Creole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers' Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt Scab A-rab, many hoes suckin on your nuts That's why I'm stealin your death right now because later on you might leave me hangin Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks when already tangin tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am I to tell you to stop, but don't be bringin that nonsense in these hills, brass bop Benz in my grill All the way, Confederate man you thought it was fuck ???? You ladies are real ready, it's janky on edge, it's in the kill The beast in you divided who? Me from him? You gotta chance but it's slim, it's slim Just walked out the door but yet and still You want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slab Broke my community down to its knees Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally.... B-L-O-O-D..... Hmm, yeah, uhh Outro/Chorus: Cee-Lo It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same You helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste You're blood is a terrible thing to waste It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same You helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste You're blood is a terrible thing to waste We all blood..... |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
I knew, I kinda pieced together what they was kinda trying to say man
because in a way, God is everything, yaknowhatI'msayin? He he he workin through them crackers to save us, in a sense, knowhatI'msayin? The evil that they do. I mean he made the devil, you understand whatI'msayin? So the evil that they do it it, I mean knowhatI'msayin, it's only supposed to bring something outta us in a way, ya understand, so is it bad, understand whatI'msayin? Is it bad that they are the way they are because it it it's helping us it's it's opening our eyes to some things, yaknowhatI'msayin? |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
When the scene unfolds young girls
Thirteen years old expose themselves To any Tom, Dick and Hank Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes hollin they got rank See Sega aint in this new world order Dem experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia United Nations, overseas they trained assassins to do search and seize aint knocking or askin' Dem coming for niggas like me Po' white trash, like they Tricks like her back in slavery Concentration camps laced with gas pipes lines Inferno's outdoors like they had back When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945 Listen to me now, believe me later on In the future, look it up where they said it Aint no more constitution in the event of a race war Places like operation heartbreak hotel moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair Dem say expect no mercy, fool You should be my least worries, gotta deal with W-2's, 1099's unmarked black helicopters swoop down And try to put missiles in mines Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Me and my family moved in our apartment complex A gate with the serial code was put up next They claim that this community is so drug free But it don't look that way to me cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7 junkies looking for a hit of the blo it's powerful Oh you know what else they tryin to do make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared, people, this' gone be a slaughter My mind won't allow me to not be curious My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Listen up, little nigga, I'm talking to you About what yo little ass need to be going through I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much but I do with the crew Everyday on the average 'bout 4 or 5 I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost after I lost My best friend Bean I recognize as a King Who am I to tell you to stop smokin Now you're open to disease and colds and aint 16 years old, This shit has got to stop let's take a walk through detox I want outta this hold I'm in a cell Under attack loc up folks they in the hood, Got an eye on every move I make Open your face to info you aint know cause it's kept low How the new world plan reeks the planet without the black man So what's your angle, try to separate me from the Blood is disrespect like coming in my home and not Wiping your feet on tha rug the Citron Absolut Has got me bucking no hang with no phony Lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane To enforce the new system by reign Tag my skin with your computer chip run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now - No more fishing for your fish Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone Mind blown, conception, protection My name on your selections but I caught you coming POW! Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Think about it, use that tool between Your two shoulders. The brain cells... |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
[Gipp]
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh.. Yeah.. All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok in the Chinese kitchen, switchin up on my shoe wear How we get down, we blew down, nigga big bank style Sit and chill a while, wait a minute yo we blows big nigga Sip on bottles with funny names, holla holla Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain and watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang [Cee-Lo] Listen here -- I got a book that you should read It's about me, and I suggest that to any nigga who doubt me it will correct you, affect you, it will make shit clear Now switch to the next nigga with that bullshit here Keep readin -- it will also say that if you, disrespect, anything up in this way that will guaran-tay an awesome array of gunplay, okay? This is Carlito's Way, all day [T-Mo] Shake it shake it shake it shake it hang out all night and don't stop until the DJ quit spinnin what's right Everybody sweatin gettin closer and closer, be shoulder to shoulder Bouncin, bouncin, we tipsy, danceflo' is slippery But we groovin, keepin this bitch movin Provin, we bang in this game watch my chain hang [Khujo] Back and forth, back, and forth ?? style, whatchu know bout ridin out from the Kroger parking lot to the Paramount and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath uhh, fifteen eleven colossal I'm weighing in at a Knighton If you don't know nuthin else believe that it is some ol' real niggaz Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X) Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang or work a nine to five, just tryin to maintain, mayne Do your thang, mayne, it's all the same, mayne and let your chain swang, and let your chain hang [T-Mo] Lyric assassin while mashin they blastin come fast and scatter from every rational imaginal International region, under my seeds and, over these airwaves Manipulate the rhyme with my mind so it's good to grind through your speaker, this one's a keeper Like Ebenezer, it was his decision, to live his life through a tunnel vision, followed by the reaper who knows your past deeper, don't let him creep ya, from behind [Khujo] Before I was rudely interrupted, house fallin down but we straight, you should save yourself ?? It's rainin suckers cause they greed sickens me Poverty stricken, hand pickin, in the corner cleansin Lights out poor, slip and you nails hell Everythang for sale, be eat with they plastic Let's enhance it, I'll be good til Saturday Thick volume gravity [Gipp] We bout to mix and mingle, meet a match for the next single Money stashed away in jars like Pringles Keep it hard for the Tunnel, we make it bump for the 5 5 nina skull-cap boot-wearin renegade motherfuckers Throw yo' hands up, you give it up we give it back Yo, this is how we act when it's packed from the back Lady don't snatch, let my chain hang Everythang is everythang boo [Cee-Lo] Behold, the stolen soul, the ancient scroll The game of control, roll the Swisher swoll Open the gate away, lay to lay, I getcha gotcha greaterly Even when you hate me, you educate me So try to trill, I will take ya to the battlefield Crack your motherfuckin, windshield you better yield cause I got the right of way, night or day, alright okay This is Carlito's Way Chorus 2X |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
Make ya,and shake yo shit (woo lord)
I am puttin' poetry into motion my addiction is overdosing from a natural high Supplyin' the soul with that unmistakable mystical magical feelin' that your money can't buy Becomin' a slave to the rhythm there's no way that you could stop me now I'd like to see you try Because I'm already long gone don't be scared for me baby just blow me a kiss good bye I can't believe you'd rather stay behind then go beyond talk to me baby tell me why Society won't set ya free now follow me programmin' your fear to fly Best believe I'm a breathe and break ground before I die I know it's live and let live but my love won't let me lie Make me want to do the And we don't speak proper English when we walk we strut our stuff We act like life is gravy even though it's oh so rough My doctor diagnosed me and he said now here's the deal You're coming down with a bad case of The crooked booty (come on, everybody) The crooked booty (i can't hear why'all) Now everybody do the crooked booty, Come on, I say the crooked booty (come on) Come on everybody I say the crooked booty Yeah, the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty Yeah, come on, the crooked booty Oh doctor doctor help me please I got this problem come over me And I just can't shake it (i just can't seem To shake this thing off up me, now help me) At first I was just fine Didn't really play it no mind Until it hit another time (another time) Cause my chest popped out (my chest popped out) And my back went in (i said my back went in) Started movin' my body Like I had a nervous itch (ooow) So the doctor gave me (say what?) This remedy (what'd he say?) He said, "pop it to boy" And feel the beat It's the brand new craze And it's comin' your way It was started in the slums By the dungeon family It's not very hard it's kinda easy to do All you got to be is poor and broke and have no loot It's called the crooked booty when it's only a test It's like tryin' to stop the IRS from takin' your checks It's like tryin' to soak your cheese and took all the rap It's like tryin' to stop a nigga from crackin' your back on this track It's like tryin' to tell your daughter you can't chase the cake It's like tryin' to stop a boss jack from swangin' his set You just go like that (it don't matter) You can be four hundred pounds or be as tall as shaq (come on) Pimp get out your llac And do the crooked booty And do the crooked booty Do the crooked booty do the crooked booty Do the crooked booty (aaaaaaaaaaah) Now everybody do the crooked booty (everybody, come on) The crooked booty (i can't hear why'all) Now everybody do the crooked booty (a little louder) Come on, I say the crooked booty (people in the back) Come on everybody I say the crooked booty (people on the side) Yeah, the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty (yeah, why'all got it) Yeah, come on, the crooked booty (a little louder why'all) I ain't got no paper I can't wipe my ass But give me one lil' dollar I'll show you how to make it last I ain't got no paper I can't wipe my ass But give me one lil' dollar I'll show you how to make it last (I'll show you how to) And we don't speak proper English when we walk we strut our stuff We act like life is gravy even though it's oh so rough My doctor diagnosed me and he said now here's the deal You're coming down with a bad case of the The crooked booty The crooked booty (a little louder now) Now everybody do the crooked booty (do it like you can't do it no more) Come on, I say the crooked booty Come on, I say the crooked booty Yeah, everybody do the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty The crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty (yeah, everybody) The crooked booty (come on) Now everybody do the crooked booty (I can't hear why'all) I say the crooked booty Now everybody say the crooked booty The crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty The crooked booty (yeah, why'all got it) |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
hook
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty Now when I saw you in the club, all I did was stare Intimidated by my golds and my long ass hair But I couldn't let you pass, and didn't even care I had to make conversation, and let you know this here Who am I, the well known T-Mo, represent the G Mo B Trinity to infinity Baby whats your name, where you came from Where you get your game from, I bet you learned a lot growing up Being a cute lil' thang, like to bang with the big dawgs Roll in the big hogs, 18, living life raw Little shawty was a dream Had to put up my dream my brother had You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty Well my dear, this here you can quote Carlitto will cut your motherfucking throat Left low, you can ride shotgun in the boat Hit my red light digit and thats all she wrote Of course, she shaped like a stallion horse Goddammit, shawty finish your drink We going to get a room, what the hell you think I'll buy you something to eat, but you can't break the bank First time, the gold plate from the IHOP Then to the inn to umm drop, plop plop, fizz fizz oh what a relief it is Get it, got it gone, now he out for his You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty Hey Jo (huh?), I know this girl that wanna cut your throat Hold up shawty Before you finna to get your boy in some serious trouble man I'm talking bout' cost cutting (snip-snip), ain't nothing Tell her all we can do together, is make this grip-grip She talking 'bout chiefing, sipping, bending and stripping I ain't chicken fool, you know I'm ranged up All these fools around here may be harder But I ain't studying this young buck Jail baits are best seen hiking the drawls And looking for a daddy to cake her All you gotta do is take her out, stuff her face, get her pumped Put her on the chopping block, now she nice and crunk But I ain't no punk dutty Heard if you stick your thumb in their booty it drive 'em nutty She'll walk nann day, owe me but a cent and out when I'm through boo Now you know the real meaning of cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty Gipp cutty, they call me too fresh too clean Got the girls hooked off the D like morphine Where we gonna go, I don't know but lets hit it With the strawberries, blueberries, looking for the tooth fairy For the night out, downtown, second floor, in the loft with the lights out Candles straight burning Everybody hot, clothes on the floor You ain't know, yo we got some hollywood cake we can slice Mrs. Meyer Even got some twins that can get in Head for head, bed for bed, it don't matter Everything jumping off just right, and we ain't leaving till the sunlight Cause we undercover with our cutty buddy You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey |
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from Goodie Mob - One Monkey Don`T Stop No Show (2004)
Ha ha
Yeah What's happening world This is for all my homeboys who didn't get to see a new year yeah, yo (Chorus) X 2 This for my homeboys dead and gone Off in the bushes, we pour out liquor, and roll up swisher smoke (Big Gipp) The hood has changed since you left, man I see your mom and dad got a new jag Little Jason work at Papa John's, saw your other brother Kelly In the basement at Killer Bee's house Tuesday night fights, ESPN, Sportcenter, big screen You know how these Eastpoint vets do Can you recall riding bicycles in the trails behind Krissy Collins dropping Huffys like BMX's Your first car was a Honda, my first car was a rabbit Cut parties with a tall can or something Off in the 800 Ol' E, man, that old girl She always fell, drunk off the pink champell Yeah, reminiscing going through adolescence with you Hoping that these words get to you in good spirit Your partna Gipp won't forget you, my little brother Went to prison last week, since he been in we barely speak (Chorus) X 4 (Khujo) Rest in peace, to all the brothers And sisters who didn't make it to see, a struggle In the flesh, my folk thought I'm in the carcus I don't worship the sun no more, I follow David Carresh So I'm living right, the tears of many with a Sheet pulled over my fucking head, I'm hanging in there Like a wasp nest, meanwhile niggaz is quiting on me Falling victum to stress I'm filling it with your diction homie,but that don't Take away from my spirit and my mind, one time For my homie Barat, and my homie Quentin And my shawty Felicia, and my partna Floppy I'm still living for you, I'm still swinging on a nigga Still pulling on a flicker flicker, as I inhale the smoke With my kinfolk, G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B for L-I-F-E (Chorus) X 4 (T-Mo) You want this gold clean and shining Don't need to remind me about the divine, he polishes And demolish his competitors, who was the editor To bad mouth these boys that bred in the South Where chicken's fried on the daily, and rebel flags fly I have no love for confederate sons but guns And no hogs' good for me, people like my type To spark the spiritual fight with the devil off tonight When he's white, at anytime, and any rhyme With substance is looked at as racist When good ol' boys is still doing hangings And Mississippi having no pity on my color skin Not having a choice from the begin, little brothers Like me to pose a physical threat, but check Let me grab a hold of my black steel And I'll show all y'all who's real c'mon (Chorus) X 4 |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me? See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver That nigga B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believers Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same southern slang Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe! See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South See never did I thank when I got grown That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town See life's a bitch then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South See in the 3rd grade this is what you told You was bought, you was sold Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back See East Point Atlanta threw this road block Talkin 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop So the big time players off John Freeman Way Had to find themselves another back street to take Cause back in the day we was outta control We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours" That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared Never would we talk, never would we tell So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells" We took what we want and left them quiet as hell What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint Dealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchips A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B. Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in tha Dirty South One to da two da three da four Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
(T-Mo)
Why is it you fail, to see a man in the same hour, that his kin come grinnin? In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin to come up from the ashes that defy your lift, listen up Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks Stone-walker, side-walker, watch those loose lips, Wall Street Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20 Four coats'll make it glaze Beams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times where the times weighed as hard as ? find me shoes, baby daddy Rico Daddy, he didn't break the TV So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull between the halo, and a fork-pitch Suffocated by my rhymes... Chorus: Debra Killings Worship High, it's just another name Take your time and concentrate on it Take a stand and make your hand a fist We got a reason to resist (Gipp) The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets In the hood late at nights, dippin fine Hard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't run When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date and you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar after the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies when they mention he, who listens, to Unseen Hand Cappin the faces of the young black man, when they sing Knowin that we Godly, got to keep it right with my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make I can't escape fate, the date as I await As I await, I can't fake Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it (Khujo) A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth Spill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existance is considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revoked Pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws Man-made, but that's a dot, everybody from the East coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think? Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurances I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them It's easy to commit, hard to resist And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers can bring us back, eyeballs peeled Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh Industry consists of thieveries, prostititues and Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blue Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds I mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hell for Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at the white man's table, lookin like Gable Gunther on the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly and he wasn't too fond of cute either A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect Chorus (Cee-Lo) Where I am, you can feel God is present, in the midst of darkness if you spark up bet somebody gonna see it It is necessary for me to speak these words now Another day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agree that you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live, and I overstand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice, in order to reveal you gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin right you damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fist and let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightin in these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women, and, it ain't gonna be no future without the children, and, it ain't gonna be no children without the men, and, you can't have no love without the trust And no, trust can come without communication And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too Any book you read is still limited education You gon' have to talk to God personally and time is short And, he's on his way, and I will receive a grateful word for what I've done And this is all that really matters to me In time you will see what I told you is true And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true Chorus |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
[siren]
[talking] Save the Atlanta sound? Oh we don't represent Atlanta? We ain't put the A-Town on the map? Okay... Here we come! "In the even of an emergency You'd have 5 seconds to get to the Dungeon" Aww yeah we crunk, we crunk, we crunk... [Big Gipp] Gipp economy is strange in the meaning, lookin street Even (?) for no team, I swing dissipainted lines Stroke after them, apple martinis I live kosher, I'm the most-a like the art Took my moves from Billy Whiteshoes Fight back like Geronimo, crack comma Ustafa Who said, "Like the sky, like a hot fire" Dorcey put a hit up on that man, control red Some watchin liberation, abberation house down ya throat Tapdance on ya kidneys, come around that ass like measles The first and the second shots ain't nuttin but teasers Set your body afire like Watson Travel through yo' team like hydrotoxins Premium dutch, blood shift you closer to the edge Project push, A-T-L - you get yo' water out the faucet, We get our water out the well We win the war with Miami boys over these streets to eat Channel 5 got the story of the day Old church burnin, Emma got hung And the student caught with a gun, Wayne Williams interviews Remote controlled cars for teachers In Zone 1, Zone 2, Zone 3, Zone 4, Zone 5 Whattcha gon' do, who ya gon' call? The (?) gun show? Now nigga come on! [Hook] Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) We crunk now, we crunk now! (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) [Mello-Capone] Capone got that Southside pimp creep, College Park out the door Die-hard, booze chillin, nan nigga wanna start Niggaz round the A-Town, salty cuz they gameplan Breakin they neck tryna run, but Dungeon niggaz done been ran Y'all was out for grannin and pussy pursuin We slum deeper studio-type, breakin great entrepreneurs Alert, it's a all out emergency homes Hit up, slick Ricky Wade on my cellular phone Man my group done broke up, just starters claimin we rock It's my destiny to make it, I'm a fuckin survivor This might be one again, oh hailin in the blaze that we brought (?) then waited (?) but my stomach was growlin Dungeon Family [Hook x2] [BackBone] Yes y'all, all the time, it's goin down Whattchu say shawty? Look here you betta believe it Oooooh, call the po-lice *sirens* I will verbally murder one of these sucka emcees I talk that - know they act if they ain't understandin me How they gon' handle me, this Dungeon Family I spit this shit randomly (Brrroaw!) From point-blank range, blow out they brains Leave all thoughts dang-a-ling - shhhhhh, nobody say nothin Facin charges on account of the attempt and assault with a weapon Know what it is, you done seen this here befo' Come through ya front do' and letcha know fa sho' You hear them automatics spittin Leave ya whole coalition in critical condition When we speak, we recieve ovations from nations Why that 2nd Generation strapped in attack formation Shook up the world but it wattn't pretty I conversate strictly for the nitty-gritty We crunk now! [Hook x4] "I repeat - this is not a test... this is not a test..." This is not a test..." "In the event of an actual emergency, you'd have 5 seconds..." "I repeat - in the even of an actual emergency You'd have 5 seconds" [woman's computer voice] "We're settin the stage very possibly for World War III" |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
(Big Rube)
Ask not what the Family can do for you Ask only what you can do for the Family (Big Gipp) This is my pledge This is my pledge to we, and all those that come after Let's talk about it, 'posed to assimilate insincupate Euphoric you raw superstations, appear with information Hesitation, metaphoric in a solid state of logic Focusin on, me and the Family, gawkin Parallel parkin was an artform Atilla the Hun, school that I wrote to write Spoke for some to speak, provided copperstone Stole to steal parone, cut the heart up out of Caesar I protect the Black Madonna shrine from seizures I survived the 80's child killings Excruciating pain like a root canal without a filling Forever we, pillars in this stature In this ASCAP rapture Wordplay that will snatch ya, mangle ya mind Signed upper bull pull, I relinquish To become forever more excaliber To become forever more excaliber (Big Rube) Caliber unknown - infinite in stature Indiscriminate fracture - sindicated rapture Indicated capture - sincupated nature Defeated we raise the wager No secret, I hate the majors But they major players - so I'm a gladiatin Not so glad we waitin - niggaz is graduatin Fuck what flag we wavin - kids is misbehavin Parents is worse than Satan - apparently church is pagan Sworn away my freedom, through words that sing my freedom Rebirth the world of the Earth in intent to spin my freedom Prepared to defend the next-us Didn't get in for no Lexus Didn't get on through connections or to get off my erection Fuck the soft and the wetness Luck is lost in election Bucket that caused the detection Sent to impossible rections Still to much to achieve - we build to much to believe Fear to much to recieve - appear before you achieve (Hook - 2X) We are the few We are the strong We are the proud holders of the ex-caliber! We are the few We are the strong We are the proud holders of the ex-caliber! (Cee-Lo) Guess I was (?) sworn Promise to make it show that, the legend of Dungeon live on Even knowledge I known and heights I flown I alone can't snatch the sword up out the stone The charged chasities here, have to cock outta fear Matter of fact, I (?) Lyric far, witness to suck the star May the force be with us, for we are! (Hook - 2X) (Khujo) Eyes'll have you so puffed up Until you eventually flow up and bust on their or buck to their (?) Drag the slayer, oh we ain't forgot about you playa You still don't weigh enough I gotcha beat off the rip From the jump, keep it still to relapse on that junk Pump fake, off ya feet -- Fall on this sword ya beat with eggs on ya face Amazing Grace, how sweet it is The shit we spit, thicker still Niggaz don't deserve to live It's gettin so goosy, where a girl can kill her baby the next day by takin a pill Breakin off beat, when they blow the horns They open up the rest of them seals Out wit yo' head, for not keepin the ears real Walkin through the valley of the drop Bone! Lookin for my damn drone! Where ya at? I see ya! I see ya! Come on let's get 'em dawg come on! (talking) If I got one my nigga you got one He got one - they got one Them motherfuckers gon' make them a damn gun (Hook - 2X) |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
hook
We got that fie fie, we got that fie fie We got that fie fie delish (x2) (Khujo) Back in the whole, ?hide like I stole? Put us in this where its at make all the dough Throw out your dough Uhh you ain't hard, you're stupid, like ?counting the votes on yourself? With the ref, calling the game between your frames I'm on the corner jumping cain, to every lane that walk by uhh Stop calling my momma house, and hanging up Niggas is Biggie Smalls, ready to die, a horrible death I wanna ?court case and doctor?, because the ? is on nigga Time flying,who having fun Making runs, up and down Cambelton, Put one ?over the jail? where you ?fired? one Stop gossiping, your marriage on the rocks, and you jealous 43 and can't keep a man, because you careless I'm too generous, so my kindness is took for weakness You don't want to see me nut up, I leave you teethless And the toothfairy don't run on friday the 5th or the ?7 day hassle? Stop eating ?eagle eye and ??, so I rhyme past ?? ?The move master? We got that fie fie delish hook (T-Mo) I said we got, we got, nigga we cocked it and dropped it Ain't no stopping it, popped it, locked it, flop flipping it Leaving 'em dripping with SWAT's shit, on that forehand The godfather of my nigga first seed, please show us much love ?? Lil Willy ?I'm busting the philly?, on this first day I don't play bout' my family Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your ?? When I enter the room, shawty numb Having fun, music give me the power The man of the hour Look,it's on when I hit you with this fie fie in your eye Aww Naw, you better not cry Who got that fie fie, we got that fie fie Who got that fie fie delish (Cee-Lo) Now get back, you hit you get hit back Click clack, Bu-yak! Automatic at-tack, got gats Whenever, however, you want to act Think it ain't when it is, shawty gonna kill a nigga ass bout' his Rhyme pays, I could blaze in a maze for days ?Flat concrete or thick metals?, we won't settle Till' its evident and obvious, don't fuck with us Ya heard, I mean every word I bust Trust me, you can't stop me, even if you bust me ?? must be in the same ?fashion pack? ?Jesus came? I'm the future, I'm forever, I'm the flame hook (Big Gipp) Everything grit to the grind Gimme something to hold and watch me flip it two times The whites of his eyes couldn't hide all the shit up on his mind Always inclined to soft touch If I'm approached wrong, ?blew lead just through the skyways? And touch back down on the one-way highway Got a bus with 21 beds,and if the door swing open it's 21 heads Nickel plate with the numbers straight Just in case the spot got funny money Now who call, well you got your wish Goodie Mob in your town with that fie fie delish All up in your face bitch hook |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Put me in a serious situation hope I get another chance
To live life as I know 4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest I guess I smoke too much sess Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who Where's the crew thick mist in the trail I'm feelin' pressure off the tess Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my blood Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way I want this thang to flow If I can help the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks You settin' me cancer on a stick, visualize destruction soon to come Throwin' within this city we call Atlantis Prayin' like a mantis everyday ain't good in the woods of Southwest I stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' spirit and you mind! So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti When half your army in the bed with pains in their back And behind their head Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, didn't give a damn Who only wanted Saddam now your hands numb Can't run old age before thirty This what you wanted when you signed your (hand) 'cock on tha line Fightin' for your spirit and your mind, service to my kind... Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and mind They got us fighting for our spirit and mind Still fighting for our spirit and mind We can't stop fighting for our spirit and mind Multiple stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread The voices on the radio got me seamed Can't put a smile on my face cuz my pockets ain't straight At least not the way I want 'em to be Early as phuckk, eight fifty-one Last night I barely got some Z's ... sleep...uh I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave camp... I utter very little words, I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched From the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb ... Rollin' down Main Street East Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't smilin Outside it's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the liquor store Closed that's right I go hotta at this beeso I know Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae Thru this green light I sees That tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out The ride empty the glock fo', five, D.E.A.D. Woke up handcuffed inside Grady Tagged with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank) I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old E Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all wrong Blood last five points, I'm gone (Cee-Lo) As individuals and as a people we are at war But the majority of my side got they eyes open wide But still don't recognize what we fighting fo I guess that's what I'm writing for to try to shed some light But we been in the darkness for so long, don't know right from wrong Y'all scared to come near it, you ignore the voice In your head when you hear it The enemy is after yo' spirit but you think it's all in yo' mind You'll find a lot of the reason we behind Is because the system is designed to keep our third eyes blind But not blind in the sense that our other two eyes can't see You just end investing quality time in places you don't even neeed to be We don't even know who we are, but the answer ain't far Matter of fact its right up under our nose But the system taught us to keep that book closed See the reason why he gotta lie and deceive is so That we won't act accordingly To get the blessings we suppose to receive Yeah it's true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a devil too See, he's jealous because his skin is a curse but what's worse is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some bullshit first We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual people God's chosen few Think about the slave trade when they had boats with Thousands of us on board And we still was praising the Lord now you ready to die Over a coat, a necklace round your throat, that's bullshit Black people ya'll better realize, we losin, you better fight and die If you got to get yo' spirit and mind back and we got to do it together Goodie Mob means, "The Good Die Mostly Over Bullshit" You take away one "O" and it will let you know "God is Every Man of Blackness" The Lord has spoken thru me and the G-Mo-B! |
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
[Cee-Lo]
Uh huh, one time. Yes suh, yes suh Verse 1 [Big Gipp] Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise? With two slices of toasted bread on a napkin Straight up nuts with this country drawl It ain't no reason, look here boy, ain't no fuckin flaw I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw See I'm a rest, uh, look in the bloom like a mushroom in the jug under hot lights Crystalize so nice when I think twice. I love long summer nights Four record deep, and I still get stage fright. Small towns to the big city night life. Hook If you don't like what I say, Fly away, fly away. If you don't like where I stay, Fly away, Uh huh. Verse 2 [T-Mo] There's a Ghetto in every city (know dat) politicians (slangin) slurs hoppin the natural urge Ain't no runnin from niggas, everywhere you go, drinkin alcohol, ready to call Earl, It's your world black man. Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth Affordin legal houses so when a scene like the hand is took Then documented it in his book how these niggas shook the world with the hook, Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac Verse 3 [Khujo] Now git, don't let the doorknob hit you where the good Lord split you, off pair of rooms, too That you so gone off that'that PCP, that thought so letting another man sample your wine Host your mind, like the color pink rubbin elbows with the wrong folks Makin kin bruise they skin, secretaries terminated after seein' her boss pack fudge Dirty men need to do more than bathe, ha. How's about burned at the stake like the rest of them sodomites, even though you had beautiful kids and a wife, he still went both ways Ain't no due process for boys that become girls or versa vice'a Field niggas control this, then the hollow-point tip on this gay-rights activist, A ghetto gang we all familiar with, now how many licks did it take to get you where you is today? Fly away (fly away now) Hook Verse 4 [Cee-Lo] Yea, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south, some of these niggas still think we soft. And I swore I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this, but now you startin to piss me off Huh huh huh. Oh yes yall, Shawty he got that silky southern drawl. E'ry tooth in my mouth got gold on em all, I'm is slum And we don't want to bad blood, but it is some, it is some. Nigga think he got, a better mind frame than me, nigga really think he got mo' game than me. Ole, make me sick, nigga think you slick, uh fuck around and make me click like a magic trick Eh heh heh. Cause I'll do yo ass wrong bout me, we so deep, and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep, and uh, we don't like to kill, but we will. Ooh Lord, this south is sho' nuff trill, now shit, When we on your side of town we don't ask why, We abide by the rules that yall live by. And see you welcome to come, you welcome to stay, but any disrespect, We will make yo' ass fly away. Hook |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
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You don't use our music to get high Then use our music to get by [click] Break!! [Chorus] Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... The time we're face-in, uhh Get off your feet 'cause time is wast-in, uh Must be strong in this situatio-in, well So raise your hand and let's start takin, let's start takin Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go [Big Boi] Even In Darkness Darker than the Lochness monster's dwelling It don't scare me, that's fairy telling But what about Hell and Heaven? Nothin is that ir-rel-ev-ent, you must find yourself, your intent Don't commit thyself, 'cause another nigga done did it In and outta style like leather African pennants Say that your with the spirit, follow the Ten Commandments Mad Mixmaster said, "Now can ya spin it?" Say NOW!! [Chorus] [Big Gipp] Gipp the epiphany I want to be remembered in infamy Composer and producer of the symphony I done had struggles in my life, so I know that it was meant for me You was sent for me Showed me light through the power of chi and your intent to see You teach for He, discretely Givin them a piece of me -- the peace was free, gone What I need, what I want, what I see Is two different things, two different... [Chorus] [Cee-Lo] It was so elequent-aly, I emerged from the sorta verse Origin purpose be partially profound of the very power that's in me When God said he so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son I thought he meant me Jesus is my older brother evidently, experiment in me Let the complexity collapse the pocket quickly Life is but a dream, ya row ya boat gently It's cool to have a Bentley, I want a Bentley Yet I ponder why, I smoke my presence prominently? If you want your mind blow, look we're all alone... Follow the light [Chorus to fade] |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Lord it's so hard, living this life
ah constant struggle each and every day Some wonder why I'd rather die than to continue living this way Many are blind and cannot find the truth cuz no-one seems to really know But I won't accept that this is how it's gon to be Devil ya got ta let me and my people go Cuz I wanna be free Completely free Lord won't you please come and save me Cuz I wanna be free |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Naaah I can't do this shit y'all my stuff home
Gotta nigga name all lit up This ain't the first time this name all lit up Man y'all niggaz realize man been in this motherfuckin box man, god damn Saight my nigga, saight Go on and rest, for corn and bread Ahh yeah baby yeah King Bee! King Bee! Awright my nigga (we ain't gonna forget you my nigga) Fuck it man, Gipp he got cellular of Ron's Ahh man, jus', youknowhatI'msayin? Ain't no tellin man, knowhatI'msayin when I'm gonna be off in that motherfucker dirty, knowhatI'msayin? I don't how they knew YaknowhatI'msayin, I don't know what they gon say when I'm gon hog KnowhatI'msayin? I can feel that shit dirty |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
Chorus: Goodie MobWe peel out sideways (get rich to this)We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this)Hey hey hey hey!! (get rich to this)We peel out sideways (get rich to this)We do
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from Goodie Mob - Still Standing (1999)
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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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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)
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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)
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)
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 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 - 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 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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Soul Food (1995)
We sit back
And watch, for the bullshit Cause you know it's comin *know it's comin... know it's comin..* *You know it's comin... you know it's...* |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
Do-do-do
Shoo-bob-shoo-bob do-oo Do-do-do Shoo-bob-shoo-bob do-oo Do-do-do Shoo-bob-shoo-bob do-oo [Chorus] Are you rolling Down the same street that I'm going Up the same stream that I'm folding On the new ride? High is high, low is low Everybody want to go to heaven But nobody wants to die Nobody wants to die Nobody wants to, Do the don'ts Don't what is Colour outside the lines And nobody wants to try Nobody wants to try Nobody wants to [Chorus] I can feel it all over me right now And girl, if you're so good Got me on straight lock-down (down, I can't shake it) It's takin' me, it's spendin' me (I can't shake it) It's makin' me want to be with someone (tonight) Make her feel (so right) [Chorus] Up the street Around the corner Down the block Around the clock It's bound to stop Or ease at least I can breath at least My brain release Pain relief It's the same belief that make you stand the chief And to this ain't the snuff so obtain the spluf Cellophane of reef Trade your grief For these magic beans Crown the stop Ride the clouds Surf the waves An earth decays Expose your soul Never close your soul Slow your role Never overload your soul Hold your goes Never lose sight of those I suppose We can all float away As it goes We can all know the way If we prose We can share the way No one knows We can all go today If we chose We can all roll away Until you're truly ready to say, "Fuck your fear!" You are not alive You don't have to settle and be stuck right here You can let me drive Come and ride the roller-coaster Give all the troubles of the world to me At least come and see, come see the other side This may be the way you want the world to be (Ohh-oh) Shoop-bop shoop-bop dooooo [Repeat until it fades] |
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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)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
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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 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)
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 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 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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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