Duh duh daaaa duuuuh duuh Every man, come to the Island
[Chorus] To the Island Koneelalee, baddest bitches that you ever wanna see Island Koneelalee, baddest bitches that you ever wanna see
Uh, EJ on a Monday, the day after Sunday Desert island we travel to, such a fun day There some girls there, it's like a whole world there I first saw her dance in a holy temple To a piano instrumental Her people watched her every move I sat and watched, damn, she makes me wanna drool I want to take you to a new school The doctor's got a new set of rules Cool? Smile, shorty got a lotta And I just knew it, it was something Godly about her Could it be a virgin, nah Pretty little Persian looking something else with it Ah, almost like candy when you bit it She had a look that said come widdit, I won't forget it Island Konee', my first time there I knew I'd be back, this little chick had some flair Loooonnnng hair I'm thinking I'm looking at a Goddess when I glare Pure thoughts, body, her soul is with God You see you want to be a part in her life Make her one of my first wives She'll be my only every night when the moon flies Explore the mind every other hour Godly nigga grows a woman like a flower No more Seven-Thirty-One, Silver Fox Your spot where your freaky freaks flock One day I might just travel back to that island Hope that little old Persian is smiling
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I wanna see you in a long T-shirt But you be tripping, girl, while I'm spitting, girl Night time, dim the lights, I'm fin to hit you up right No cost, let me take your long T-shirt off Naw, keep it on, one last look before I start this love jones One on one, nobody else in sight Fuck going to that Blue Flame tonight Your game is tight, blood rushing to my head Every time I see them legs, plus them thighs And I won't even hide it Passing you by make my heart beat fast You sexy ass, with your long T-shirt Plus you're real groovy in your business skirt It's gonna, gonna really really hurt When I stick it in, mix it in On this island, dancers onstage The most beautiful women of all shades They here from Brazil, Jamaica, Texas Chicks with cheese in they Lexus Like Atlanta's breeze I like em wild With only meeee Able to see some shit other niggas can't see Island Koneelalee Badder than all y'all skinny models on TV
Island Koneelalee, baddest bitches that you ever wanna see Island Koneelalee, every man should wanna come see
[Big Bube] Back to the frontline, resurrected this old skool shit Cause niggas still respect it, it's all cool shit Kinda tight so I select it to flow on So unexpected and so on, but damn that I wanna take a minute tram back with the mainstream Playing field where the main team kill bodies And wannabe John Gottis shoulda been Zulu But who knew but too few in my crew And the rest didn't listen now some of the best is missing Some of the rest is dissing, some of your chest is missing Some of your views is changing, but none of your time remaining It's a goddam shame a lot of fake niggas claim heaven sent But me, I'm hell bent on destruction of the mass constructions Of the mass destruction, of my ass restructuring Of the past reflecting off the last injection This cause and effect is known as infection Made it known being prone to our own demise is imminent I sure hope we leave a remnant
Gotta get on my job Take it back to the warehouse Plot back in
[Gipp] A late night escape, hit me on the script On the hip, gotta dip Hollering, calling me out like a Girl Scout Better go ahead and sell your cookies later Fuck up out my face, rookie Took me on a trip away Chopping trees, eating grits with runny eggs I'm always tripping on the beggars working the same corner Trying to vamp me with the creases in your clothes Sticking cuffs up in my face, don't act Fumbling, pretty scared like tailbacks they flow Knees and elbows got drug in the parking lot So jellybeans (where ya at?) come clean Come on in, sit down, relax and catch your wind Some pretend but this man don't bend Limping like Willy, turning bunks face down On the military campground And I'm out, nigga
[Phoenix] Yeah, all this goddam grinding ain't shit (ho hustling) Cause I ain't got nathan to show Except small quantities of blow And enough flow to keep my lil boy belly full But when that little bit run out Pray your card don't get pulled Should my path ever be crossed On my family-feeding missions Missing persons lives lost, inside edition Kissing ass on nine-to-fives ain't gon keep me alive Had to do without a lot still I seem to survive Tried that straight path with the bow lean Better with this new world, fitting in Like a buzzard in a bed of swirl Pearl handle on this firearm Partner stay calm, now pass me your bomb I thought your moms Had told you about them niggas in the slums (East Point, smoke something)
[T-Mo] I wish you were me and I was you Maybe then you would see what I go through Each and every day, making up thangs to say, to speak Uplifting words from my soul to keep And my niggas that fantasize how wide the ride get The concert, never the need to rob or car jack The fact is to keep a cool head and chill And get your Bible, it says thou shalt not kill We do it anyway, and focus on short-lived enjoyment And blame it on the white folks cause they supporting it 360 degrees of emcees from the Tree To from one fourth of the MoB (SWATs)
[Witchdoctor] Yeah, smallest predator on the Georgia plains I'm about to take your mind on a journey Uh, seeker no sleeper I walk the streets, God keep me safe Evil's raped this planet, damn it I can't stand it, come travel to South West Atlant-ic With me, there will be no stops in the bluff A motherfucker sniffs his snuff Sometimes it's tough to cope Came a long way, and with so far to cover Let me drank with y'all Gs Moether Nature's seeds keep your eyes open The seven seas rumbling, bullets they coming Uh, the devil's shot it, human beings robotic I'm got my chrome, man When niggas start disappearing about cloning Sometimes I feel weak Mentally I'm one of the firest niggas in the street With this rap shit I paid my dues I never thought that I was better than you Uh, niggas wanna die you'll get your wish Goodbye, you outta here, never coming back Niggas dying with their straps, uh I can't adapt, I want a free life I'm in the dark throw me a light Blaze 'em high, let's expand Rule the land, invest with a vest If you catch a slug to the chest So much turmoil you put yourself in So much sin each of us has slept in Bout to inject this chord You know something about this rap shit But you ain't know nathan about the Lord Outta here
[lady talking] No matter how advanced medical technology becomes Many people still believe in the ancient healing arts [fades out]
[Verse 1:] I had a dream I came up on a key Busted it down, nic'ed it all up and brought back forty G'z We put a big trap on the map Talkin' in code in case "twelve" got the phones tapped We got down wit niggas wit all types of skills From gun runnin', cookin' dope, stolen wheels That cheese was comin' in wit a grin We all up in the club, straight to spend And 'bout a hundred sippin' Mo' Didn't know that cooked swine tasted that same but just cost more dollars Let my nigga's ride my Impala Let's see if these hoes gone choose me Without thinkin about dollars Had a dream them keys cost a half a mil. Moved away, found a bitch and a crib Now I feel like God, talkin like a man whose face had the scar Ugh, We all know who you are If I only had twelve dollars i'd still feel like a star I tried to stay up in my bankin', listen close to this dream Dont run off and smoke no dank-in I dont use cocaine but in this dream I was totin' Got ta' scrappin' at the club and went ta' shootin' Blood runnin down my nose, caught that nigga who swung on me Pointed my gun and he froze, He said: (it wasnt me, it wasnt me!!!) Ugh, It was you, pulled the trigger he was through
[chorus] Sahore, Sahore Sahore, Feel the doctor cure-ure-ure (Feel the doctor cure) Sahore, Sahore, Sahore, Fell the doctor cure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure
[Verse 2:] Months later got rid of that bitch But she wasn't no crook, got rid of her cause she couldn't fuckin cook I'm from the south so you know I cuss a hoe out I had to tell another hoe to straight roll out My outlook on female burned that summer Thought every bitch was a hoe but my momma The dope game got strange within seconds And as the third day, done ran off wit my other package I gotta do him when I see him, Aint gone ask no questions, just gone draw out and bust it And wit this sixteen shot Baretta Wit my initials E.J. ingraved in big ol' muthafuckin letters Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo' self Now-a-dayz you gotta watch every muthafuckin' step Every move is costly, see in this drug game any muthafucka out here can croos Me I told myself I gotta retire wit this eighty G stash But I had a lust for makin' cash A lil bit more then what I need, I think they call that shit greed, as I Proceed I'm southern po' nigga, but in this dream I was a fiend for cash Fancy clothes had my ass Was my own clan gittin' shady? Buckets, Team , Buffy, do they wanna stuff me? Livin' wit a gun, never livin' at ease, almost everybody 'round that street Sleez You lucky if u make it out alive Ask that nigga that been robbed before and didn't die And that dream about them key, the police one day gone hollar freeze
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Straight from the southwest S.W.A.T.s Y'all niggas dont know what's in these, yeah Collage, Collage Park, E-Pat Like dis here, yeah (ahhh) We gone do dis here like dis here wit it, yeah
[Sample] Deep in the steaming jungle The eerie sound of the voodoo drums tell us that This is the night
[Witchdoctor] My confess We sinners lord Dez only 1
[Chorus] Book you got cooked [x3] God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories [x2] Book you got cooked [x2]
[Witchdoctor] Check it out, uh If in this life I strive to please Him In this day and night I'm not always right Even when I'm wrong You should be afraid to anger Him Cause you could be gone Him don't need us It's the other way round Do you know what I'm talking about When I say Him, clown? You can't look at nobody And say that's Him Cause He's invisible Yet visible, this is critical Relying on our own abilities you lose You need him To help make your bumpy ride a cruise Ask Magic about him Or any strong believer He's the quarterback We the receivers Catching blessings Better than touchdowns I seek him when Niggas wanna buck me down Him holds many holy titles Him has many names Him has many bibles The devil can't deal with Him, uh He tempted me but you see I'm still with Him Listen close All brothers are men Him is responsible for all colors and kin I bust with Him If only I can fully trust in Him I'm glad to be stuck with Him Rather have Him than money I'm serious He'll get you once you become curious Lord, give me happy, long life Real good sex with the wife No traveling with bodyguards It's just a real nigga godly entourage
[Chorus] God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories Book you got cooked [x3]
[Big Boi] See My relationship with the God Is kind of odd The nigga the B-I-G won't part Feeling the presence up in my heart But never no chicken to the nigga In on that style like that Talking about the way the Lord Be lifting these burdens up off my back Better that I bust raps The way that I cut that Ho you couldn't You trying too hard, you better find Him I'm hoping you understood it Could it be (What?) The niggas around the way Don't really be thinking about the consequences Under the circumstances Until you pinch them Then a nigga be one to listen (Why?) Cause you woke that ass up Yoke that ass up Proving the man in the sky That holds that ass up But it's over now He cut off Some niggas done broke you clean off But got to get on your knees And praise the only Now your soul lost
[Andre Benjamin] Now, OK, now The sun shines The moon glows The wind blows The rain falls But that aint all My heart thumps on a rhythm y'all And birds call And two can fall madly in love Oh, I think grow They stop and stare in awe Because we in his likeness Hoping and praying that one-day In the lab they might just Stumble on some kind of way To create human beings So far Human kind is the only thing I'm seeing Dez only 1
God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories Book you got cooked [x3] [Repeat to fade out]
What is a ritual? A ritual is something every man do around his house or Any time of the day, every man got his own ritual that he does To keep himself alive. Music is my ritual The language you speak, is that part of the ritual? What's that? The language you speak, is that part of the ritua? That is the ritual
[wispering] We gone do you like dis here Y'all dont know nothin' bout dis here Gone do you like dis here We gone show y'all niggas Y'all dont know nothin' bout dis here
[chorus] Make him feal ohh-ohhhhh-ohhh [x4]
[Verse 1:] Janey got a babyyy Prostitutes walkin' Police just hit the house down the street Ol' man wit a sign, he want somethin' to eat
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[Verse 2:] Where my next check comin' from? Hey, Where my next check comin' from? Am I gone have to ruuunn? I aint goin' back to jaaaiil Aint got no lady of mine 'Bout to run up the street, get me a bottle of wine Aint got much time left, in the streets Not much time left
[Big Bube] Back to the frontline, resurrected this old skool shit Cause niggas still respect it, it's all cool shit Kinda tight so I select it to flow on So unexpected and so on, but damn that I wanna take a minute tram back with the mainstream Playing field where the main team kill bodies And wannabe John Gottis shoulda been Zulu But who knew but too few in my crew And the rest didn't listen now some of the best is missing Some of the rest is dissing, some of your chest is missing Some of your views is changing, but none of your time remaining It's a goddam shame a lot of fake niggas claim heaven sent But me, I'm hell bent on destruction of the mass constructions Of the mass destruction, of my ass restructuring Of the past reflecting off the last injection This cause and effect is known as infection Made it known being prone to our own demise is imminent I sure hope we leave a remnant
