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from Raekwon - Samurydas [single] (2011)
까페뮤직 For Gr..
ttj25 Dilemma (Feat. Kelly Rowland) (Edited) Nelly Heaven Ginuwine Still Not A Player (Feat. Joe) Big Punish.. 곡 60 | 담기 38 | 추천 6 |
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from Kurupt - Tha 420 Mixtape (2011)
이런 줫대는 노래 ㅅㅄㅄㅄㅄㅂㅄㅄㅄㅄㅄㅄㅄ ㅄㅂ]
ㅂ ㅄ ㅄ ㅄ ㅅ ㅂ ㅅ ㅄ ㅄ ㅄ ㅄ ㅂ ㅅㅂ ㅅ ㅂ ㅅ |
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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
[Paul Wall]
Shit shit I'm just a skinny ass nigga With word on my shoulders Hard night as a motherfucker My daddy was a solider I'm holy never Straight forward Leap with it Split Haters all in my vision I'm trying to start my living Shots what i'm given I don't miss when I kill em Lord wont show me some mercy Its just business Gotta get it In my city better watch it Devil Always busy Stetchin' my mind shit Smoking toll i'm busy When i'm speaking my mind Trying to stay out of prison Every time that i'm spitting Caps that i'm pillagin' Shit i'm Natural born killer [Chorus] Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime Don't fuck with me If you see me getting high Trying to keep my piece of mind Don't fuck with me You don't like what i'm saying You don't like my appearance Don't fuck with me The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150 Don't fuck with me [Jay Rock] Ain no motherfucker gonna hold my grind Put the line Ain't got time I gotta keep it While i'm still in my prime My future looking clearer Darth vader Escaping like ya mean No feel No deal Post it up on the top tier Too many powder breaks Shaking in the case dear Skid row Right back at the spot Till they drop me in the grave I can't stop One way or another I will be on top In jail Knock on wood I gotta get it outta here Don't fuck with me [Chorus] Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime Don't fuck with me If you see me getting high Trying to keep my piece of mind Don't fuck with me You don't like what i'm saying You don't like my appearance Don't fuck with me The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150 Don't fuck with me [Kurupt] Im a hellhound For youth Blue chukka motherfukcer Steve soul Healer monster Keeler monster Jay humphries Godzilla Killa Nigga Backup swilla Multiple villains Eclipse the gorillas I'm ape shit for Cooked like bacon eggs and grits On some G-shit Take some cheddar Bricks Get you clips Get the fuck off the Molatov Kurrupt im sick And quickly so nigga Don't fuck with me [Chorus] Trying to get mine when you see me at the crime Don't fuck with me If you see me getting high Trying to keep my piece of mind Don't fuck with me You don't like what i'm saying You don't like my appearance Don't fuck with me The doctor told my mama that i'm 50-150 Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me |
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from Purfek Storm Mix Tape Vol. 1 (2010)
M.O.B.B. nigga yeah ahuh
ugh yeah cmon now yeah yo yo aint no party once we crash the party imma squeeze shorty then vacate the party you keep grillin i'll pump pump the shotty put you in the trunk then dump dump the body nigga you dont know you betta ask somebody ya'll get down we gonna clash prob'ly builty snowflake out of the ampacomby i'm tryin to rip britney so i made ja sign me nigga catch me in tha club with a double lead banger im the wrong one to fuck with now i know the promoters im in with the musket pound of the haze and a box of dutches high to the cotton mouth paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out like M.O.P. nigga i'll mash you out if i can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker) Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that truth come out when u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that truth come out when u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow we step up in the club with one thing on our mind thats leave with something get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs we about to...gurl we about to...gurl we about to...gurl (gurl) we about to...gurl we about to...gurl (gurl) yo party over here aint shit over there the Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here wherever we at we keep the cliqs right there so where ever theres beef is gettin fixed right there and they cant stop us they too scared they know a calibur thug shoot at heads nigga Q.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye) show you how we do it in Queens murder aint shit nigga this is P talking show you where i live you come right through my crib (cmon) and get a few seers there'll be man slaughter right infront of my kids a little blood get on my daughter, thats nothing she'll live (just whipe that off) got cops shoot to death of us we dont like D's you never catch us runnin with the police (nope) ya'll niggas get ya'll vests up and ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that turth come out when u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that truth come out when u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow we step up in the club with one thing on our mind thats leave with something get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs we about to....gurl we about to....gurl (gurl) we about to....gurl we about to...gurl (gurl) |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
Verse One: Daz
You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar for me to put down my guard, I'm faced witha mirage breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitches planned it My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I'm acvtivatin your soul You know, the way the games gettin sold Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... (come on) get in get in too (get on it) let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride... tonight's tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fuckin sac won't collapse Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like Sam Time There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up Jews wit german lugers The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfuckin mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebel) (West, list this, this, this...) |
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from 2Pac - Nu Mixx Klazzics Vol.2 (2007)
(Pac)
Yeah, clear enough for ya. Why niggas look mad. y'all supposed to be happy I'm free. Y'all niggaz look like you wanted me to stay in jail Cold bustas. Picture me rollin' in my 500 benz. I got no love for these niggas, There's no need to be friends. They got me under survailance. That's what somebody be tellin' me. Know theres dope being sold, but I ain't the one sell'in Don't want to be another number. I got a proper gang of weed to keep from goin under. The federales wanna see me dead. Niggas put prices on my head. Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed. I feed em lead. Now on release. How will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did? To feed kids. One life to live. It's so hard to be positive When niggas shootin at your crib. Mama, I'm still thuggin' The world is a war zone. My homies is inmates And most of them dead wrong Full grown, finally a man Still scheming on ways to put some green inside the palms Of my empty hands. Just picture me rollin'. Flossin a benz on rims that isn't stolen. My dreams is scensored. My hopes are gone. I'm like a fiend that finally see when all the dope is gone. My nerves is wrecked. Heart beatin' and my hands is swollen. Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin. Picture me rollin. Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you see it? Picture me rollin. Yeah nigga Eh, but peep how my nigga Syke duke do it. Guess who's back? (Syke) I got keys comin from overseas. Cost a nigga 200 G's. I'm a street comando. Nino for example. This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle. So I got to floss cuz I'm more like a boss playa. Thug granted to be a women layer So many playa haters, imitaters steady swangin. Make me wanna start bank bangin. So I'm caught up in the game. Let's go change. Packin 40 glocks. Contain or rearrange. All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on remy. In front of black lacs, chevies on the roam. 96 big bodies sittin on chrome As we head up out the zone, Stone facing is on. You can admire but don't look too long. I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin. It's hard to imagine. Picture me rollin. (Danny Boy) Picture, picture me, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah (CPO) I gots to get the fuck up in. Formulate a caper. Cuz a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper. My bitch fin to have a bastard, see? So I need to hit a lick, drastically. I see some ballin ass niggas and they slippin in my spot And, uh, diggin their plots. Check in the park, Pac. (Pac) We caught em sleepin. He didnt peep two niggas creepin. This how we do it every weekend And I dump for madness(?) It's time to count the profit. CPO, we got the bomb spot. Nigga, time to clock it. I get the liquor and you could get the females. This crooked shit can reinflict and get the street sales. (CPO) Move smooth as a mother fucker, me and my 9. I'm cool as a mother fucker, I'm a get mine. Now we satisfied. Got the pockets on swollen. Boss hog and this Pac nigga. Picture us rollin. (Pac) Heh, heh, heh. Y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call. You know there's some mother fuckers out there I just could not forget about. I wanna make sure they can see me. Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities, All you bitch asses. Can you niggas see me from there? Ballin on yo mark ass. Heh, ha ha! Picture me rollin, baby. Yeah, all you niggas up in them cell blocks, I told yall niggas when I come home it's on. That's right nigga, picture me rollin Oh, I forgot....the DA(district attorney) Yeah, that bitch had alot to talk about in court. Can the ho see me from here? Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'. And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit. Free like OJ all day You can't stop me. You know I got my niggas up in this mother fucker. Noope, Pain, Syke, Rollcall, Mopreme Can you picture us rollin? Can you see me ho? Is y'all ready for me . We up out this bitch. Any time y'all wanna see me again, Rewind this track right here, close your eyes And picture me rollin. |
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
Chorus One/Intro:
It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz... I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes Life so great, plus haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash) Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em In The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow) Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped The mental temptation, mental assassination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute' Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke Crack to amphetamines to speed I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine To leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen Chorus Two: These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency So drift with me, hit a spliff with me (repeat) Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack Young Gotti entered the party from the back Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve On the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be Verbal homicide be ready to rupture Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure I make money, cause that's all I know how to make That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what) Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume I live illegal, but they assumed too soon I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me Or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist With tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards Chorus One: 2X Chorus Two: 2X These motherfuckin bitches... These motherfuckin niggaz... fool... Don't you know... say what, say what? Who? Who? Chorus One: 2X Daz, in the house, yeah My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah Snoop Dogg, is in the house And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house And Death Row, is in the house... |
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from Tyrese - Alter Ego (2007)
Posse's just rollin and my phone just rang, it's the homie and he ain't sure bout a
Couple things. My nigga, you busy? Naw. Got a minute? wassup? I'm goin through some Deep shit. Hit me with it. I think this rap shit is takin it's toll. I shoulda left This shit alone a long time ago. No see what happened is you changed the game, if you Wasn't nice with it they wouldn't be speaking your name. My nigga you really think I Can make it as a rapper? Hell yeah cause most of these rap niggas is actors. Yeah but In they mind I'm a always be a r&b nigga. Fuck that real niggas know real niggas. So what's next? We keep coming with these hits. No guts no glory man we share the Same story. Nah you never came from signing to rappin. Yeah but I went from rappin To actin. Harrison Ford? I ain't really like that movie. Ty, we talkin about me or You bein a emcee? My bad, my nigga, so what should I do? Just keep it real homey and stay true to you, listen. [Chorus:] Don't pay attention to the haters, don't let em stand in your way Cause niggas in the hood on the block always got some bullshit to say Don't pay attention to the haters, don't let em stand in your way With God all things are possible, it's your time to shine so fly away Jody Jod you still there? Aw nigga you trippin. All right listen I'm tryin to Understand this business. What's up? I'm tryin to be in this executive game, I'm Trying to wear many hats like an executive man. My nigga it ain't nothing you done Been there and done that and ran rap and back you can get that. But where's the Channels? Nobody's openin doors. You experienced this before my nigga tell me some More. Just pay attention, there's a lot of rappers in presidential positions. I'm Wishing that I can get in that position. I got you, fo sure, my nigga don't trip Ty, I'm also trying to get full on into this actin shit. Man I got you, I got a Lot of flicks coming up, just come through I'll hook you up. You think they'll Fuck with Kurupt? For sho. All right this is what I'm gonna do, after I get out The studio with Snoop I'll come through. I'm ready to get it crackin, I'm ready To take flight. My nigga, we both gonna be all right. [Chorus] Fly far away, don't never look back. If they could do what you could do, they would love to do it. So that's why they got an opinion, but to me you see opinions is like a asshole, Everybody got one. That don't mean I'm gonna stop doin what I do cause you can't do it. [Chorus: til Fade] |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (e-fo’ty) You want em’ I got em’ (sticky-icky) Drippin like water (Snoop Dogg) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (DPG) … You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ (E-FO’TY) Drippin like water’ You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (Talk to em nephew) (the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) [E-40] Narcoticvizzmender meth Merchant Shipping and Handling your life supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye Whatcha yall trying buy pimpin you know its kinda dry here I only got a couple of pies left to last me through the year Ooo Ice Cream Caandy, Man that shit be coming in haaandy. It’s real walky talky, I got that from the db’s my cousin, Work Dirty if you want it I got it we offer to Cop or be up out your grip devour any Coward sour slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, no be no sucka Be a block monster be irreparable mother fuckaa (mother fuckaa) Real Manish with my Spanish. If it aint bout no cuta partner you can vanish Don’t get put up in your place Give me 40 free, then a Ounce a Spaceee(CANDY) (ounce a spaace) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (Sticky-icky-ickyyyy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (you know I got that candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (yeah) You Want em’ I got em’ (boss dogg) Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (snoopy d o dubb) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (trip) You Want em’ I got em’ (check, gang-gang..gang) Drippin like water’(CANDY) Now or laters, gum drops, jelly beans Lollypops and triple beams Bluecarpet yeah that’s the treatment Candy so sweet got everybody eating it [Snoop Dogg] Big snoop Dogg.. Im the star of this.. So gone and get your self a bar of this No change mane.. Gimmie the bucks The kinda candy I sell, they call it Deeez nuts (deez nuts) Im on it wit the carmel insides You up here, front end, wit the French fries How it feel man? What it look like? Im in your neighborhood pulling on some bud light Sweet.. n’Sticky Take it out the wrapper.. Now put it in your mouf To the beat of the drum it’ll be fun and I bet you cant just eat one (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (you want it? we got it) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (warzone) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (who got that candy?) Drippin like water (CANDY) [MC Eight] Im in the hood with the 6-trae Candy Paint Lil’ something some to choke make the hoes all faint and you know when there beef, jump my baby brake when my grip round the butt I hold her state JYeaaah….She my one and only Quick to kick back haters who don’t know me I.. feel.. Good.. About (CANDY).. my gangsters understand me [Goldie Loc] Shake baby don’t break it baby now can you make it clap clap? trying to fit this work in your gap gap.. Drop it like water I gotta get my hustle on I get it from ya then I step on it to bubble on.. (bubble on) It’s getting sweeter than a sugar cane.. Here come that sugadaddy Lack rollin on gold fangs Fo’shiggity we turn it into something boy cause I cant leave this filthy gang without my almond joy(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (ooooooo-weeeeee) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (yeah) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (hey yo Daz..) You want em’ I got em’ (Corrupt..) Drippin like water (CANDY) (DPG..) You want em’ I got em’ (I know yall got.. Drippin like water ..that candy man) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water(CANDY) (gimmie some of that candy mane) You want em’ I got em’ (talk to me one time) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (for real) Drippin like water(CANDY) [Daz Dillinger] It’s like Candaaayy.. (candaay) Get How ya want it, Whip it, Twist it, POP You whip up on a corner Wah-lah, Tah Dah, Check out this bizarre The D-A-T-N-I double G The D-A-Z Again is up in the wind, feel the breeze FA SHEEZ God damn, you already know who I am Chrome on Chrome, Blue on Blue Floss color switches, hit the gas hit the break yall really burn rubber Dip.. Drop.. Drop.. Dip.. Stop.. Dip.. Ghost ride the whiiiiip [Corrupt] Yeah.. _______Shot caller It’s America’s #1 baller Man I don’t give a fuck, Like fuck it. High, Bye, Slide in the bucket little mama all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang, to coat her throat (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (haha, yeah nigga) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (we got that candy mane) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (we don’t sell it at the liquor store neither) Drippin like water (we sell it everywhere we go) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water .. (like water…) …. (CANDY) |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Murderous mind state can't keep my nine straight Sippin' on this Hennessy waitin' for the time to break Show up and motherfuckers bow down recognize Westside Deathrow Outlaw Ridahz Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons label for drug sellin' merciless jackers Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dawgs Commence to lettin' off rounds then escape in a fog Who wanna see me solo Catch Makaveli while he sleepin' My mini fourteen murderin' niggaz while they creepin' uh Duck or you ass out drink till you pass out Ain't scared to die drunk drivin' in my glasshouse Niggaz is under me they bitches come to me They heard the stories nigga now they wanna really see Bomb first my motto it's fully guaranteed Niggaz is playa haters label them my enemies I'm dumpin' Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this When it's on I'm poppin' off every chance I get Out the window on some uptown anthem shit I'm stressin' but ain't no pressure here I been there before Fugitive task force at my girlfriend door Now they checkin' our my bedroom I ain't there 40 Cals extended clips still I ain't scared Outlaw and best believe they won't take me alive I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die Knew that God had a plan for me But he won't be layin' up in my casket to doing life in the can for me Maybe I'm breezy or paranoid than a bitch Me dyin' you think I'd let them see the joy from that shit Walking dead angel spend they last days by me New Jersey giant like Dave Tyree Young George and Jonathan Jatt your guns clap Mine'll go brraaatt soldier like Geronimo Pratt And come through cockin' the black pound When they put twin towers up Pac I'm knocking them back down Poster child cheque Air Force Ones with the crooked dial checks I'm supposed to wild sex Money and murder is all I breathe in my life It's full of judges and chasin' enemies in the night Through the Henny I see the eyes of the devil G ridin' with extra boxes of bullets to the nine and the shell Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with Pac So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box You end up in a box cuz them graverobbin' bastards Dig your grave back up snatched you out the casket Worms in my eyes eating through my cabbage The flesh to the bones the bones to the ashes But I'm not dead I'm actually in a session With the 'Pac keeping the shot money progressive They don't really want no drama I know you're goons That's why I keep pressure on them like a open wound This God given he keep givin' me better music So every time you hear me my songs present improvement Y'all can't kill me y'all forever losin' Songs are evolution If I load your gun for you And we bang it out at some other niggaz you better shoot it Don't try to lie and say you was bustin' I'm clever stupid Claimin' you reppin' Ruthless you got the same bullets that you had When I loaded it for you you never used it The Nacirema dream get ready for execution Papoose Fatal and Pac the revolution Who you are One nation under a thug and bullet scar Young nation no revolution and no cause One nation young black and dangerous by far Young nation just trying to get this Young nation just trying to get this Just trying to get this |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Intro)
(2Pac) Everybody needs to chill Player haters Want to see me dead Only real niggas Stay on top All these niggas Be mad as shit Cause they can't live Like Pac (2Pac) Started with five shots Never drop the killer Never figured that That same nigga Sell five million Hit the charts Like a mad man Nothin' but hits Court cases Got a nigga Facin' multiple digits Dodgin' cop cars Look how we came So far Picture a high school Drop out Rollin' a double R House full of happiness Weed and drank Way out So it's local Try to finally came Never visioned Livin' longer Than my twenty-first Thought I would Be locked down Cracked out Or in the dirt And though it hurts To see a change It comes with the fame Watch for gospel In this silly game ( Man ) To all the muthafuckas Speakin' down on me This is the night Why is everybody Caught up In Pac's life (Outro) (2Pac) Why are all you niggas Up on shit ( To all y'all niggas ) Fuck all y'all My life This is Pac's life And everybody needs to chill Cause this is Pac's life Player haters want To see me killed Pac's life Only real niggas Stay on top Now all these niggas Mad at me Cause they can't live Like Pac |
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from Snoop Dogg - Vato & Candy [single] (2006)
[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [E-40] Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40! [Snoop Dogg] Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! 끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc [E-40] E-40! Yeah... [Snoop Dogg] Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!) 얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!) Come on.. 이리 와.. [E-40] Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply 마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지 Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) 일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!) What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry! 다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데! Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year 그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어 Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?) 마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?) Man that shit be comin in haaandy! 이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고! (Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?) (Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?) I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty! 내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석! If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!) 원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!) Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!) 겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!) Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!) 짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!) Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!) 거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!) (Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!) (Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!) If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish 만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘 (Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place (Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고 Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space 1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘 [Chorus] You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh! 끈적끈적하지! 아, 아! You know I got that candy.. yeah! 내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah! Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub Trip.. check game 자.. 들어봐 [Snoop Dogg] Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩 Lollipops and triple beams 막대사탕과 마약 저울 Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment 파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해 Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it 달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지 Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지 So gone on and get yourself a bar of this 그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐 No change man.. gimme the bucks 변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔 The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz 내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지 (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드 You were playin front end with the french fries 넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지 How it feel man? What it look like? 어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어? I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light 난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어 Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper 달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨 Now put it in your mouth 이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐 To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun 드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야 and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!) 하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it! 오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게! Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc War Zone.. who got that candy? War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나? Come on... 이리 와... [MC Eiht] I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint 난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀 Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint 특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지 If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate 호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?) When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady 그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지 Yeah.. she my one and only 그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑 Quick to keep back haters who don't know me 나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서 I... feel... good about candy (Candy!) 난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!) My gangstas understand me 갱스터 친구들도 이해하지 [Goldie Loc] Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!) 흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!) Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!) 니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!) Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on 마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게 I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on 네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜 It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane 지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지 Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs 여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가 Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy 확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지 'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!) 나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah! It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! 정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! DPG! I know y'all got that candy man! DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지! Gimme some of that candy man 캔디를 약간만 떼줘 Talk to me one time! For real, for real... 한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로... [Daz Dillinger] 'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it '마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐 Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner 휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와 While I, taadow, check out this bizarre 그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐 The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit 다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴 God damn! You already know who I am 젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아 Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches 크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치 Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber? 엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나? Dip, drop, drop, dip *움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_- Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip! 멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려! [Kurupt] Yeah, nigga.. shot caller 그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜 It's America's number one baller 미국의 제일 가는 갱스터 Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it' 난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까' High riders.. slide in the bucket 레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와 Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat 마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨 I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!) 나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!) [Chorus w/ two extra lines] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy! 캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man 그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어 We don't sell it at the liquor store either man 그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐 We sell it everywhere we go 가는 곳마다 팔아제껴 Holla, holla! (Candy!) 안녕, 안녕! (캔디!) Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me? 3000 조각으로, 알겠어? I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker 그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군 If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?' 만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?' {*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga 거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어 My bad! 미안! |
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from Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - West Koasta Nostra (2004)
(feat. Kurupt)
(Intro: Kurupt) I ain't got a problem with nobody, right? This is Young Gotti, but I got a problem with you Cause you got a problem with me Yeah nigga... keeping it real G'd up Hitting niggaz like +Boo-Yaa!+ punk What the fuck nigga! (Verse 1: Ganxta Ridd) I'm Ridd rhyming, I'm non existant I'm just a daily, first to burn a convalescent I'm the example of learning less I'm spitting possible with two Wesson's, no questions I'm the question with no guessing I'm kind of stressing more pounds than two jurisdictions These rappers don't want prohibition I will convict him I'm the West Coast redemption Target, Coast Ridah, boost eye for an eye My blood line banging until the eight frame die I snuggle up the gun, full grip Them eyes on my dinero, then analyze this Real out the game, send them on their way to re-admit Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., ain't nothing changed, crowned and convinced Pimp slap bitches and hoes and gangster slap pimps And when I went through, it's that GANGSTER SHIT (Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Kurupt) (Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta.. (Kurupt) You know what I'm talking about (Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then.. (Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta.. (Boo-Yaa) This one's on me (Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta.. (Kurupt) Gangsta, right? (Boo-Yaa) You get them fast then.. (Boo-Yaa) Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta.. (Boo-Yaa) This one's on me (Verse 2: Kurupt) G's, T's, where y'all at? Riders, that's what y'all are (are) I'm a for real front line folder I fold front lines and then push they backs over Mama ain't raised no busters (busters) And mama ain't raised no punks! We'll meet front to front Left the parking lot nigga, see what y'all want (nigga) Ten toes, ten fingertips Niggaz don't really want to trip They want to catch a nigga twenty deep (deep) And catch niggaz thinking they could sleep (sleep) Ain't no sleeping in a G zone nigga BC rider and they every ball nigga Boo-Yaa and Gotti the original, told y'all nigga Yeah run through this motherfucker, G'd up huh? G cut Timbs from the feet up huh? (Chorus: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations) (Verse 3: Ganxta Ridd) They love it when I bang through Sex them all like a truce, fade them all like a rendez vous I'm hitting senders like I'm hitting switches Lay bikes like a pipe, play a brick and then they all my bitches Who's that?, y'all niggaz beef It's that motherfucker cause I'm getting plot money Envisioning balls, I'm wishing nuts and jaws Fuck them trick fools that don't want us to ball We street flavor, Blood we all involved I'm all up in the guts quit ticking and crawl Pass the free fall, fuck the free shows Slap the hoe all, paws that explode Motherfuckers die trying mode Ganxta come on call me Ganxta Ridd B.C.D.P. B.T. for sure West West, East Side, .45 reload (Chorus x2: Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. w/ minor variations) |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Check it out Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss An m-16 with eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can i fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can i blast on sight? I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that's all i do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, i'ma glock it Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, i'm in my (??) How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when i jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell That i'm addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell You go on and fuck misty, while i fuck michelle <i>[Chorus:]</i> Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can i fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can i blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You'se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky nigga, kurupt young gotti A.k.a. low ricky nigga (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, i'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself <i>[Chorus (dre)]</i> <i>[Dre:]</i> What the fuck is up? man life's a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky, Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz) I thought the same way, back in the days Young, with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggaz out to get you So (??) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga) Niggaz get swallowed in the game I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo nigga, that shit sounds like i did it Don't blaze the (??) without the (??) Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons Motherfucker don't ask me for shit Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Kurupt:]</i> What, what? |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Intro:]</i>
Yeah, this for the west coast cd Let me clear my throat Check it out, check it out, check it out We gonna drop it like this This album is the best of both worlds Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one <i>[Verse 1: kurupt]</i> Saggin, nigga g'd up, sippin Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang And rollin with tha alpine bangin Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell Hit a switch nigga Dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz Im a money cash nigga Cash gettin, hash hitten Gang bang afiliate Hit a stick real quick And in a minute start killin shit real quick Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga) I thought you knew about it Bout it bout it do ya got it Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?) Get cha' boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie <i>[Chorus:]</i> Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie <i>[Verse 2: tray deee]</i> Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me Been regarded as the hardest since i hit the set Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on Hangin in the park till all hours of dark Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked And aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not Pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat While i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us Ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right kurupt (thas right) Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis Big paper chasin, facin felony cases Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors <i>[Chorus:]</i> <i>[Verse 3: slip capone]</i> You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply Gangstaz give a fuck a g, dont ask why Gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont cry Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside Thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do Ya love the gangsta shit aint you a gangsta too? Then c-walk homie <i>[Chorus (outro)]</i> C-walk homie Slip capone, c-walk homie O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie Kurupt, that nigga daz, soopafly, now walk on 'em C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Intro: Roscoe & Kurupt]</i>
<i>[Chorus]</i> This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Thinkin' I won't check shit (whaaat?!) or these mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Well Uh-Uh, Uh (Say what?!) Uh-Uh (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! <i>[1st Verse: Kurupt]</i> Early mornin' I just awoke Just took a sip and just took a smoke The phone rang Niggas spittin' game The same ol' Same ol' Same ol' thang Talkin' 'bout life Talkin' 'bout bitches Talkin' 'bout money... Cars... And switches And all of a sudden he switched talkin' about some kill shit 'Bout this bitch ass nigga talkin' some real shit <i>[Chorus]</i> This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Thinkin' I won't check shit or these mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Well Uh-Uh, Uh Well Uh-Uh, Uh (Say what?!) (No way!) (Say what?!) Uh-Uh (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! <i>[2nd Verse: Kurupt]</i> You know I'm chip-toothed, motherfucker You about to get slapped like a motherfuckin' bitch for that (Say what?!) You got a lot of rap homie, not to know a nigga Don't talk a nigga, show a nigga Don't think it nigga, live it, nigga Don't run it, nigga Gun it, nigga (Man, fuck that!) Don't fake niggas, quake niggas I ain't no bitch nigga (I ain't none) So don't play me like a bitch nigga You lil' bitch nigga Change the switch nigga Wanna get rich nigga (Nigga!) Fuck and make a motherfuckin' nigga dick itch, nigga Why you mad at me? (Why you mad homie?) Walk without Talkin' 'bout what you talkin' 'bout You must be that Madd Rapper (hehe) Puffy and them was talkin' about Nigga put a dick in yo mouth And shut the fuck up! (Nigga!) You lil' bitch! (Bitch!) I hear you talkin' but you ain't sayin shit! <i>[Chorus]</i> Now this goes out to all y'all (all y'all!) tellin' my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! (Snitch ass niggas!) They thinkin' I won't check shit or these mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! (Bitch nigga!) Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! No way! (Say what?!) (Say what?!) Uh-Uh Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Uh-Uh Uh-Uh No way! (Say what?!) (Say what?!) (Say what?!) Bitch! No way! Uh-Uh (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Uh-Uh Bounce (Yo!) Bounce Bounce But no way... Uh-Uh Uh-Uh (Say what?!) (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Uh-Uh <i>[3rd Verse: Roscoe]</i> If you gonna rob with us, nigga rooob! If you gonna mash with us, nigga maaash! Instead we be dumpin' on cowards and bonin' out with the cash So when a nigga run up on you In a blue ski mask (Run nigga! Run!) 'Cause I come (Heeeey!) murda yo Drawin' skits It's like bustin' a orange You get terminated Our rhymes is esquisite Explicit, and R-Rated You askin' why I'm laughing 'cause it's kinda funny to me You really think you gonna come and take my money from me? Well, I can't let that slide I'm fittin' to trip Pop my Olde English and get into some gangsta shhh! What's my name? Roscoe! Roscoe! My big brah Kurupt! Kurupt! And what we do: We rob! We rob! And can't let... that slide! that slide! Nigga... What?! What?! What?! We raw doggs, Cuz <i>[Chorus]</i> This goes out to all y'all tellin' (Nigga!) my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Thinkin' I won't check shit (Ey yo Cuz!), mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Talkin' shit on T.V., bitch up when you see me Bitch nigga, I can't let that sliiiide! Uh-Uh (Say what?!) (No way!) (Say what?!) Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! This goes out to all y'all tellin' my bitch what you saw Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Thinkin' I won't check shit (Whaaaat?!), mouths on records Hell naw I can't let that sliiiide! Talkin' shit on T.V. but bitch up when you see me, nigga Bitch nigga, I can't let that sliiiide! But no way! Uh-Uh (Say what?!) Hell naw, I can't let that sliiiide! But no way... |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
featuring Daz Dillinger
Daz: ooh ooh ooh ooh oooohh... Kurupt: G'd up we're back that's what I keep hearing We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?) Better ask your folks about the D O double G's How long could the war last on a warpath? We're still heat nigga still signing autographs Still hitting the stash and pulling pistols out to dash The poetical poltergeist verbal Jerry Weiss Fuck the ice give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest I fuck around and call it crisis with preciseness, and precisely this See we make the shit that precisely hits. So how soon could you pump up the volume Hand you your ends and pump up my album Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours Cocking back your name, blasting anything Yo, Tha Dogg Pound gang, where all the G's hang It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital G-are, Gang Related, and we are We are (fresh) (repeat) I spit poison, poisonous darts I aim, bomb and charge One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping I gotta pinch my self to make sure I ain't dreaming 'Cause I just saw the homie bring an M-16 in (booya!) I fade in to see how Baby sparks No ifs, ands or maybe's, Baby barks Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts I pitch back sparks when the get back starts This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit DPG completely, running through shit We are (fresh) (repeat) break it down Daz (Kurupt): Party people clap your hands, keep rocking Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ see-walking (kick that shit) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (yeah) Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh) Sho' shocking and rocking, DJ see-walking (bitch) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on, come on, sing it) It's just a gangsta party Kurupt: Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust And I just might just blast Or I might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass You know I'm the rawest MC with it Fuck jiggy nigga, I'm DP with it I've been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head Keep busting till he's dead D-A-Z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street What you got, flame or some heat? Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (???) Powerful, strong or weak? All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and... (fresh) we are (repeat) Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, D-A-Z, Kurupt, Nate Dogg Soopafly, Tray Deee, Big see Style The homies, anybody, we are O.G.'s, Baby G's D-A-Z, he made the beat, 'cause we are... Dogg Pound, DP, Death Row, yeah, you know it, yeah You know it, 'cause we are icons |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
Game street lessons game game
Chapter one alright go yeah yeah yo yo yo Haha one two this is what is up nigga (freeze) Only the survivors survive in the world of survival Where your rivals always want to make it seem like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots You know exactly what it is (you know!) You know exactly how it's gonna be (ha) haha (you'll never catch me fool) What five lessons five chapters, I'ma start How you gonna make a couple dollars When you roam in zones filled with cowards Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker) I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid 'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game With all them niggaz that you got by your side You learned by yourself that the only way to ride I'ma put you up on (game) This whole world revolves around (game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain I roll with my girl and weeds All oversees with loot like I'm flipping keys I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit (hell no) But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3 I got... Chorus (2x): (game) This whole world revolves around (game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain Once you realize you'll never live without (game) Get paid without, no moves made without (game) It's the force, the call of the holocaust Go against the source, end up lost The portrait of a wild puma Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels With no one to help us I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless Oversellers envious and jealous Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles I saw a view through the eyes Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs When the pump gets to pumping, niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds Fuck 'em with veterans, with game... Chorus (2x) One time, on time Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all One time, yeah I love to brawl One time (give it up), one time (give it up) Check it out It's hard to sustain and maintain through life With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez That's the word, came up from flipping birds Words travel like black talents The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence How you gonna make it to the next stage If one second you're broke, the next minute paid Now you got the police planning Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons If it was me, I'd move silently Prepare warfare, react violently Lou is too flashy, new clothes (???) with hoes, and got penetrated He had too many hoes knowing where he resides Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game Shh... Know what? Chorus (3x) |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Kurupt:]</i>
Yo Barshawn Gimmewhutchagot nigga Come and drip into the realm of the X-files Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga Get your position correct Get your ammunition correct The tactful tech technician effect (Bitch!) I got a quarter-key You wanna to try to stick me for it? Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it? Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga Fantasies never formulate So when you get the formula to format Restructure and reshape Relax or we take all We make sure we shake all We shake tame or aim or flame all A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got skills (Bitch!) I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga <i>[Chorus:]</i> Gimmewhuthcagot nigga Get blazed, get shot nigga We make it hot nigga raw My nigga Barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw I ain't got time to see what you saw Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw This ain't about nothin but life and law Niggas killin me What you ice-grillin me for? <i>[Barshawn:]</i> Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you? My raps is lethal I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo For the first time comin through Ain't been a minute yet Already, cats wanna eye-screw Plottin to pop you You don't know me duke The one that shoot You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop See I done paid my dues Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin Either or, it could happen Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin I bet next time you stay in a child's place This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out) <i>[Chorus:]</i> Gimmewhuthcagot nigga Get blazed, get shot nigga We make it hot nigga raw My nigga Barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw I ain't got time to see what you saw Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw This ain't about nothin but life and law Niggas killin me What you ice-grillin me for? <i>[Barshawn:]</i> You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein If so happen you did that Where the fuck you expect the rest at? We got that too comin through a quarter to two Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew Mad tight, but that's life I learned the game Same cats that you roll with will split your game See I'm in it for the cheese nigga Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame) <i>[Kurupt:]</i> I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs And collar clothes impact and enthrone Gone, zone the dome and then blown I heard raw before I saw raw before Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's Me and my nigga Shawn What you got weight on your shoulders The freons gettin colder Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners I got a beam on you chest-high Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right I spreads like bad news Bitches get played like the blues Blowin dicks like whistles Launch like missles Pop like pistols And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos Cuz I refuse to chill like EP I prefer to get high live with the DP You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle It's a storm, form reform your label form Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm <i>[Chorus]</i> Kurupt, young Gotti West Coast, East Coast nigga Raw doggs <i>[Chorus]</i> Gimmewhutchagot nigga Gimmewhutchagot nigga |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Chorus: kurupt]</i>
Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife) <i>[dr. dre]</i> I mostly sold dick while i packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (where the fuck is my money?) i cannot g guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, i take advantage All up in them panties, i got this bitch speakin spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back Slut i'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules, this is how i play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, i can't control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip i don't trip i'm in yo' lexus flexin I left her up in dallas, texas - assed-out <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[hittman]</i> Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her wailin like bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when i shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like sam goody You be like, "damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool i pity ya We live in the city off, ballers With more bouncin than a zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her To the hotel, niko, on some sauve shit like, rico That's when i caught a vision like coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin ass on bronson ave. and pico <i>[kurupt]</i> At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the holiday inn (say what nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends I said i dip, dive, what can i say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin with o.j. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, i had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' almond joy, i truly enjoy If you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, i know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin when i started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to daz Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak It ain't shit new, i thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could Break a g down, break me down But i'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) d.p. style <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
For all the girls you know you in the Garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck To my baby girl Denim You can't wait till we gets on to crash your body <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah Gangsta style Ha, check it, I wanna fuck To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck Young ladies, I wanna fuck I wanna fuck what so we gon fuck or what <i>[Chorus (2X):]</i> Don't wanna chat, I wanna fuck (fuck) You wanna act, I wanna fuck (fuck) No time for rap, just wanna fuck You wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon fuck or what You never stop suckin me off For as long as I'm breakin you off I never go soft Show you who's boss But you got to stay wet for me to confess That you fuck best than all the rest See me personally murder the weed Loving the speed, rumble the seeds Fucking and hee, funny's runnin with me Have you comin for me You think you special, you lunchin, you know you just me You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and Definitely nasty under ?? freeze, grab me a Henney Bow down surrender to me <i>[Kurupt:]</i> You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut All over your face and on your butt Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs She get crazy for cocoa nuts Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed Kick over the lamp shade Ass come equipped with an ash tray Call me a taxi, I'm nasty Don't be nervous, check my escort service Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it (Dogg Poung Gangstaville) Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it Snakeyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis Wild sex and me now that's monotonous I'm man floss the rocks and shit Quick to have your baby momma coppin it (baby momma coppin it) Might as give you well till I take you home Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan Promise me baby that I can take you home Take you to my room Confront the freak in you Run you through my groove Hey, that's what you wanna do <i>[Chorus 4X]</i> Yo forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don't matter I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder I'm all about sex, getting pussy that's wet Fucking bitches in the stretch Riding to the bank, cashing my checks Smoking, sipping 'Zay and Mo Wet, bitch on the left Telling me how freaky she get, I'm on some sex shit If you ain't with it, hit the exit, baby check it Just get down on the floor and strip naked You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus 4X]</i> <i>[Kurupt:]</i> Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, not me and my homies I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don't love them hoes I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass Fifty five cheaters, quick ass We get ass, we get cash And I don't give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka This is how we do it over here nigga Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga I guess I got to tell them what the time they were Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch) Let's play house, what you talkin bout Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out All the way from Philly to the dirty south You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck You talkin me to death and I've heard enough I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed You ain't sayin shit till you show me your stuff Conversation comes bitch after we fuck <i>[Chorus to end with variations]</i> |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
<i>[Kurupt & Trigga]</i>
<i>[Trigga?]</i> Yeah, yeh what the deal dog (Where you from?) BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG Yeah what the dealy Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best Dogg Pound's the best <i>[Verse 1: Trigga]</i> Mic accurate, trade darts TL Slight tint DL, quick flash Smooth as a baby's ass, Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos Transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring Get mashed out initiation face slashed out Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar Eye on me, feds spy on me It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof Ease up on the over proof Level head the liable and leave ya for dead Fill fulla lead Incidents, classified accidents No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays I guess it's the American ways Far from slaves, Yet behind bars and cage Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage <i>[Verse 2: Baby S]</i> It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin' See these other niggas bustin' raps that ain't workin' I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no draws Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they draws Y'all, niggas, ain't knowin' the half Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash My intention to smash fast plex on elevators Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader I'm major now, women hit me on my pager While I'm puffin' on the bombay, The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way And rule one, never let a bitch know where your baby mom's stay <i>[Hook:]</i> Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high <i>[Verse 3: Short Khop]</i> Got the session on lockdown Make way for the cocked pound Best to give it all you got now fool For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture Run up and extort ya Abort ya missions, Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat Where the bomb at, chop up on that Niggas I been there and done that Catch a contact By drainin', try trainin' Holla when you've perfected ya aimin' Ready for a taming And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest Anything to the left of monotonous Mister Khopadopalous, Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent Any nigga second guessin' keep his face opened <i>[Verse 4: Kurupt]</i> Check it out, got games, crackle Clash of the titans up against the crackin' Come to fuck you up, stuck you up Niggas bust, niggas lookin' like Kurupt What the fuck you want? All at you motherfucking small fry small guy Motherfuckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats Blast wid a small gat Run, and bust till his lungs collapse And hit the corner pocket But first strip his pockets He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush And the board and the paper and paint a picture You shootin' and got shot We shoot ya, Drex Luthor ?Then pull pens to report to zoopers? I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass, Double bags caught cash Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop <i>[Hook:]</i> When you see me wid the DPG Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high And if you see me in the ING Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high <i>[Verse 5: El-Drex]</i> Yo, yo, verbal seizures Coming from the black Johnny Fever You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder, At this point you realise that you ain't really need her Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbys We throw things, I got a arm like Testa Verdy It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive Betta contact ya physician for over dosage You lost ya focus, realise what you get A little bit of good shit And alot of bullshit, Now you wounded, So you got exactly what you earned You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return <i>[Hook:]</i> When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E Just walk on by, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high If you see me in the NYC Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high <i>[Alot of mixed up talkin' & shoutin']</i> All I wanna say, FUCK THESE NIGGAS MAN! Yo, first of all, After all this is over, We still all go to sleep, And we still wake up in the morning, So give thanks to God, Cause he loves us For real, for real |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong
Bitch (aha, aha), bitch (yeah what what what what what?) Beeitch (set up, set up, set up), beeitch (it's a set up) What they're doing? they're trying to... They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up They wanna set me up, they wanna set me up They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up They're trying to set me up, but check it out This is it, call it how you wanna call it Brawling, call in the headhunter, start headhunting How do you want it? i said we could spread arms Bust and stare, you wanna snatch a life, is that right? Wanna-get-rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga Fake switch bitch ass nigga, up-in-to-get-lynched ass nigga Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins Henchmen, the whole world's against me (fuck 'em) It's a million to one, kurupt with one gun And a whole backyard of ammo Dump these lumps in nigga's backs like a camel Get torn and worn just like sandals, now his willy came to an end You see that nigga he ride with, do him in This nigga's so sweet, he got my girl to set me Got her with the tech to tack me and disconnect me There's no (??) when you're playing russian roulette They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me Young gotti, (??) Bringing the whole fucking entourage of murderous minds I don't know who rides with a mental dome, who will and who won't Trust me, they all wanna bust me, it's a set up <i>[Chorus:]</i> I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table And i don't give a fuck who you got with you You played me, you're kane and i'm abel Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the glock hits you (it's a set up) Don't you know? you fuck around with death sentinel If you didn't learn you'd better start learning (it's a set up nigga) Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold That's how motherfuckers get murdered Hit the (??), fuck a sun roof, this car is dirty Dirty dirty buster, dirty motherfuckers Holler at the big homie slop (what up slop? what's up y'all?) Hit me on the hip, hit it quick on the dick Get this rap slapped in the clip You see this black nigga, you'd better duck him Thorough, in every neighborhood and borough, like motherfuck 'em Yeah you know me, oh you wanna show me a thang or two How y'all do, nigga show me, creep through slowly Friction, i can feel it all around me, my intuition La gangbang mentality got me on a violent spree, violently Busting, dusting niggaz off silently I ain't even trying to be what i can be or could handle But niggaz trying to make me an example Go over to the west (to the west), niggaz wanna feud Go back to the east (to the east), niggaz wanna feud I'm 'bout to go to the north and south to see, what, Are y'all niggaz on that same fucking bullshit, cuz? (i don't know) <i>[Chorus]</i> It's a set up motherfucker, what, it's a set up I'm tired of these bitch ass niggaz, it's a set up nigga Can't help it, hoes come through Me set, i know 'em, they're out to set me They wanna get me, get the homies The rainstorm's coming and every motherfucker's trying to wet me Yo it's unforgettable, no you can't touch me Clutch me like a mic, and do just what you like? Hell no nigga, even though you dislike me You wanna be just like me, niggaz they despite me See all the homies, i make loot like spike lee Dozens, rolling through with me, my homies and my cousins I give a fuck nigga, i could stay busting And still rock it right, and hit the spotlight Shine bright, these fake ass niggaz, snake ass niggaz Earthquake ass niggaz, i shake these niggaz Shake ass niggaz, thinking you can come through all the time Wanna fuck with kurupt, i just sit, prepare the rhyme Now i'm all about the cash nigga Thinking you could come through You got your heater cocking on busts you just flashed nigga <i>[Chorus (2x)]</i> Murdered... What? attack assassins, huh Just ask the homie d, he rides with me Just ask the homie snoop, s-n-double o-p, he rides with me Just ask my big homeboy, my big homie, he rides with me Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me Top doggs, d-o-double g's, they ride with me Ask my homie big (??), he rides with me Ask the big homeboy b, he rides with me And the homie d, slop, what? they ride with me Big c, he rides with me Big tray d rides with me Big sean d rides with me Big breez, he rides with me K-u-r-u-p-t, beeitch! |
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from Kurupt - Kuruption (2001)
featuring Deadly Venoms
[Kurupt] DV.... DV.. Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? Verse 1: Yo yo yo yo yo yo Fuck this who want to bring the ruckus Yo I know they know they ain't fucking wit' no fucking suckers You's a live ass snitch Well shame on the name we might bust your shit And throw mad game nigga and push your whip And shake them thangs and hit four, five six Below you ain't know get at me Sean Donn, Hemp dogg and moe It's a bomb type weed now I'ma count my dough The cops'll watch your do' So let them niggas and now they ain't know it befo' And if them niggas not swipe We'll grab the 4-4, Mag-num Cause I hate it when niggas act dumb Damn, why they make me want to pull out a gun? First name's Camille, Camille's name be on When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond See catch me out in the night pouring style and form And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on Bitches, bitches be on My bitches, bitches be on Verse 2: Yo, yo, yo I'ma give you something in rhythm feel Ya'll need be loco, Dig a hole in you bolo Look out for dolo Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo On the creek and point anything sleep Ya'll can see it when we roll we coming Mobb Deep We be coming, on the regular we be coming Baby what? tearing shit up with your worry Making me deam stacking up that man for CREAM Torch the green have you all open like beam Hear me ya'll so 'n when you gimme yo just gimme that microphone I been the baddest run down your digits Shorty gettin' played like a midget Aiyyo, I'm in it you wid it for me and my bitches Need 'em to throw your pitches having you leaving your misses What I got to do is this, hand me your business, step off my premises, Or things are gonna get serious and devious, WE BRAVE, And we can drive you all insane like Johnny Blaze Yeah we always Bring The Pain and Misdemeanour Know we can't stand the rain Let's bring the pesos stack 'em up by the case load Cause we can reload, cock back and explode Cock back and explode Cock back and explode Cock back and explode Chorus: Aiyyo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? Verse 3: I'm in the south ya'll going all 'bout cha'll The name is the Python you know what I'm about ya'll Yo, yo, yo, I pop bras like Bruno I take your money from shooting rap to uno Used to rock to minudo one of them was kinda cute though I had a crush like a DAT now I try to master phones like that Carolina be my home town Still living with my parents even though I'm grown now Time to roam now I don't think that ya'll can handle us Made our mark in the East now we hitting Los Angeles You can't delust a man wid lust When I been up on the mic you can never get enough Make you palms wet and I ain't even gettin' calm yet Clear the premises time to make another bomb threat Chorus Verse 4: Kurupt I'm from the West ya'll Bringing niggas stress ya'll Forget the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, This is one time that I ain't playing wit niggas The homey stomped it and I'm spraying with niggas I got the cash to have keys to blast You a sucker nigga, Sucker punk MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA I DON'T GIVE A FUCK MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA Trying to strip me a my Vans that's all I gather man Mr. Matter of fact, Calicos and dates What you want to get your shit lit to Blaze Like Johnny you can play like Ricky Davoni But you ain't a player nigga ain't got the heart to lay a nigga Automatic spray a nigga, Soon as I came went like calm in the Grand Bustin dumb dumbs leaving niggas numb I don't give a fuck where the fuck you're from If it ain't about loot then I'ma shoot and run What you supposed to be, Raw? Raw is as raw does it ain't raw dog Bust a five star dog, I want all ya'll I know the niggas know where the weed be It's the live shit need to be Fucking round in my decent (nigga) Hitting motherfuckers like a vic (nigga) Saturate like a sieve (nigga) Take a toke and get blown Ya'll step up and watch your homey explode 'n unload 'xplode and unload 'xplode and unload 'xpload and unload Chorus Verse 5: We from the East ya'll bringin on the piece ya'll Dirty kid want to hit that wid a leash ya'll I be the mic wrecker, Spinner One coming through wid the double decker Double pound in your crew Uhhh, Forced to recognise make arrive Don't have to par and block you we just break you down to normal size You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back You wack, I burn you down like I corner that Doggy, QB style you know my steeze I'm on the kill now with my Queen Killa Bees Viper, break more backs than Paul Backland in Kahkland Nigga deny drama could happen First test my skills I came to rap shit for real Venom Squad be the only squad that be ill First of all I ride your back like a jackass Jack still loose on the chaka with the L Coming from the East representing both sides Kurupt, the Venoms, that's how we keep it tight Yo, we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? [Kurupt] Yo I'm from the West ya'll Busting 'cause a stress ya'll Fuck the best ya'll Motherfuck the rest-a ya'll niggas Chorus (3x) Gangsta style... Uhh, Uhh Protect ya Neck Massive Poison plants |
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