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(if you invited me)
Yeah, Cav Love, brown sugar Bout to set it like, yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) Yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) (if you invited me) Adjust my mic so I can touch it up right quick Show 'em how Brooklyn do, you know what I mean? (no doubt) Listen, yo Let's start it up (start it up) Let's get it flowin (get it flowin) Let's make a move (make a move) Let's get it goin (haha) I know it's feelin like everything you want, don't it? And you been waitin your whole life for one moment Well baby here it is (here it is) You better step to it (step to it) I know you ready right (ready y'all) Then baby let's do it (let's do it) Put your neck to it, put your arms and legs next to it Then put whatever else is left to it See you're all in (all in) now you about to rock 'em Got your focus man, now they got a problem Who you talkin to? son right there The man in the mirror, I see him quite clear Do your thing Cav (yeah son) Work it out dog (work it out) Open up their minds (open up) Be about yours (bout yours) Silence everyone who ever try to doubt yours Get your mind right (mind right) Keep your sound raw (sound raw) Heavy bass man (bass man) Make it bounce more (bounce more) Make 'em feel it from to the ceilin to the ground floor (if you invited me) How it sound y'all? I know it's crazy, right I know it's crazy tight, don't ever take me light It's Cav Love y'all (Cav Love y'all) And that's what's up y'all (sup y'all) I peeped in, I know exactly what you want y'all I make it jump y'all (jump y'all) So put 'em up y'all (up y'all) Brown Sugar, Brooklyn, it's bout to jump off (Hook: Mos Def and singer) You got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) (uh huh) You better (give it to me) (give it to me) ha ha, brown sugar Leave the ground shook up (uh) Got the world sweatin like fiends without cook up Come on, you know you really wanna (give it to me) You better (give it to me) You got to (give it to me) (give it to me) brown sugar, ha Lick your lips to it Work your hips to it (ha) And steady rockin like this to it (Mos Def) It's like one, two, three, and to the four The brother Cavvy Cav is here so let him know This for my hustlers (my hustlers) This for my scramblers (scramblers) This for my sexy mamis (sexy mamis) This for everybody (everybody) Bang it at any party and watch 'em rock to it Bounce some pop to it, this here's hot music Duke I'm not losin, you need to stop foolin I know the game very well boy I'm not stupid Sharp and smart movement, applyin a heart to it Came here to get the ghetto blocks movin (if you invited me) And after rockin in the porch and backyards movin Keep it crackin cuz I love the way that y'all do it (Hook: Mos Def and singer) You got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) You better (give it to me) (give it to me) ha, brown sugar Leave the ground shook up Observe the way how we make it sound hit up Like you got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) You got to (give it to me) (give it to me) Brown Sugar Lick your lips to it (huh) Work your hips to it (yeah) And steady rockin like this to it like damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby if you invited me if you invited me |
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Right here what we gonna do is go back
Way back Ooh... Way back, yeah I met him when I was a A little girl, he gave He gave me poetry And he was my first But in my heart I knew I Wasn't the only one 'Cause when the tables turned He had to break up Whenever I got lonely Or needed some advice He gave me his shoulder His words were very nice But that is all behind me 'Cause now there is no other My love is his and his is mine A friend became the Love of my life You are my friend (yea) Love of my life I can depend Love of my life Without you, baby It feels like I sampled true love But the shit didn't clear Hot dam and i can't be stopped cause i'm lyte mc and i'm light as a rock Well my name is Badu and i rock your world, I'm also known as the Gucci girl. Well i'm super cute and play ain't bad 30 26 36 and 1/2. Hope you realize i got them hazel eyes that'll hypnotize knock you to yo knees make you eat cheese you be so helpless you be beggin me please A freak-freak, y'all, and ya don't stop To the beat y'all and ya don't stop A freak-freak How could it be that it was All just so simple then A teen age lover who said He's just a friend He moved around and we kept In touch through his friend Mike The world was young and he knew We couldn't rush but Whenever I got lonely Or needed some advice He gave me his shoulder His words were very nice But that is all behind me 'Cause now there is no other My love is his and his is mine A friend became the Love of my life You are my friend Love of my life On you I can depend, yeah, yeah Love of my life Without you, baby Feels like I sampled true love, yeah But the shit didn't clear Y'all know how I met her We broke up and got back together To get her back I had to sweat her Thought she roll with bad boys forever in many ways Them boys may be better, to grow I had to let her (Never) She needed cheddar and I understood that Lookin' for cheese, that don't make her a hood rat (Rat) In fact she's a queen to me, her light beams on me I love it when she sings to me It's like that now Love of my life You know you rock my world and Love of my life You be boy and I'll be girl and Love of my life We don't stop until the break of dawn, ooh... Love of my life Ooh, you know you rock my world and Love of my life You be boy and I'll be girl and Love of my life Yeah... |
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| 4:58 |
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I like that I can talk with you
And you seem to adore it I like that I can tell you exactly how I feel I like that you don't look at me in that confused kind of way when the thoughts are running through my mind and I can't seem to find the right thing to say ooh this feels nice our easy conversation ooh this feels so tight our easy conversation ooh ooh ahhh this feels nice I I I I really really like when you speak to me You never front You always tell me straight up I Do do do do 4X |
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| 5. |
| 3:58 |
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(feat. Lateef the Truthspeaker, Keke Wyatt)
[Chorus - Keke Wyatt] Sit back, close your eyes Peep back, got you open wide I'll let you get a taste of me It's going down in mystery Sit back, close your eyes Peep back, got you open wide I'll let you get a taste of me It's going down in mystery [Gift of Gab] Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab I hit the scene, lift you on my beam And send you through my high plains Mind-train shiftin through your migraines Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways [Lateef the Truth Speaker] And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils Inventin new styles all the time like pronto! Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though [Gift of Gab] We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain It's 'bout to bust [Lateef the Truth Speaker] Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed [Gift of Gab] Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck Just rush [Lateef the Truth Speaker] Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver See it's (going down in mystery) [Chorus x 2] [Keke Wyatt] You know, I know, you know, I know (It's going down in mystery) [Gift of Gab] (Lateef) (Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em) (That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em) Burning up the track and turning up the action (Murder one attack him) Serving what you're rapping Urban gutter anthems (Certain of the fact) Curtains for the wack Searching for the knack (You're pervin' off the fatness) Fury of the rather early mornings after (Worldly like disasters) Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em (Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples) Feel the bass (as the wind blows) In your face (and your mental) hear the taste Instrumentals even break down on you like this (We surpass your previous standards) drastically (Mastering bass), setting nights so bright (Beneath the skylight) And days (and weeks) and months (go by) And years (and decades) and we still so fly (While the others are just fly by night) And not tight (we keep writing) Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon) [Gab & Lateef Together] The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got And even more so we exploring everything that they not These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4, c'mon) The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got And even more so we exploring everything that they not These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot (It's going down in mystery) [Chorus x 2] |
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| 3:00 |
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(1st Verse)
Good evening ladies and gents, close and distant fam Let me break it down for ya'll exactly who I am...(CAV) That brotha straight off of Myrtle Ave That dude that make the other dude say that's my man, (CAV) It ain't nuttin' I want I can't have The haters know it's real and that's why they mad They struggle so hard while I just lay back They sound under pressure, sweaty and straight wack I rock like this because I ain't that, (CAV) Tell the players I'm taking the game back... Matta fact tell the coaches, the GMs, and owners Shut down the stadiums, it's ova I make the cat's in the back draw closer Get the comp choked up like white folks on Oprah Yeah you dope, but (CAV) is more doper Mo skill, mo style than mo folkas I hit the lab with good shit to smoke up And tell the sound man where I wanna go from Blow up, skit sheet across the notepad School em' all from the drop out to post grads What history book you do or don't have There's only two eras of rap, pre and post CAV Now you know that Stop the train, there's no place for the game left to go at (BREAK) CAV is my name but you can call me, (CAV) It's all the same abbreviated or whole Shout it out so it don't be a secret to folk it go, (CAV) Short for Cavee but I'm not from Cali I'm from the rotten apple, dirty streets and alleys Bed-Stuy Brooklyn doin'it exactly, Get at me!!! (2nd Verse) Holla!!...Like Missy and Ja Rule Ain't a crowd in the world that CAV cannot move Hot dude, cats was thinkin' it's not true But come front row at show, I got proof I went from sellin' candy in junior high school To servin' spoony g for the fiends, to gnaw to Got sent upstate on bus, (Not cool) In the yard thinkin' damn should've listen to ma duke Come home in 99, what the fuck I'm gonna do I won't move bundles, I got a new hustle I quit pie baking, started rhyme makin Buildin' up my rep to be one of the five greatest And I ain't saying CAV the best nigga out there But until he appear, I'm sittin'in his chair And I'ma need a few moments just to get in ya'll ear To make you forget the Duke was eva even here I got two words for the world, BE PREPARED!! I got three words for your girl, DON'T BE SCARED!!! And when they ask where the real hip-hop, IT'S OVA HERE!!! And when they ask where Brooklyn at, HOLD YA EAR!!!! It's like YEAH!!!!, Chris Antione Vashon Capricorn hit em' off with the classic bong and then I'm gone... Ridin' back to Brook-Lan... boyeeeeee |
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| 4:07 |
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Lying in my bed, I hear the clock ticks, and think of you.
Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new. Flash back, warm night, almost left behind. Suitcase of memories..... Time after -- Sometime you pictured me, I'm walking too far ahead. You're callin' to me, I can't hear what you've said. You said, 'Go slow, I fall behind ' The second hand unwinds..... If you're lost, you can look and you will find me, Time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting, Time after time. I turn, my picture fades, and darkness has turned to grey. Watching through windows, you're wondering if I'm okay. Secrets, stolen, from deep inside, The drum beats out of time..... If you're lost, you can look and you will find me, Time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting, Time after time. If you're lost, you can look and you will find me, Time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting, Time after time. Time after time. |
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| 7:10 |
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[Eric B]: Yo Rakim what's up?
[Rakim]: Yo I'm doing the knowledge E. I'm trying to get paid in full [E]: Well check this out since Nobry Walters is our agency right? [R]: True [E]: Kara Lewis is our agent [R]: Word up [E]: Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company [R]: Indeed [E]: Okay so who we rollin with? [R]: We rollin with Rush [E]: Of Rushtown Management. Check this out since we talking over this def beat that I put together, I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, know what I'm sayin? And together, we can get paid in full... [Rakim] Thinkin of a master plan Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous I feel great! so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street whistlin this Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of Fish, which is my favorite dish But without no money it's still a wish Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made To now test to see if I got pull Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full |
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What?
Hip-Hop y'all, to the top y'all Hip-Hop check it out It's like that, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the check it out Yo, what? And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hop love) To the top (to the top) hip-hop, check it out It's like, word up, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life (of my life) [Black Thought] The anticipation arose as time froze I stared off the stage with my eyes closed and dove into the deep cosmos The impact pushed back, the first five rows But before the raw live shows I remember I'se a little snot-nosed Rockin Gazelle, goggles and Izod clothes Learnin the ropes of ghetto survival Peepin out the situation I had to slide through Had to watch my back my front plus my sides too When it came to gettin mine I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I had to do It was all for you, from the door for you Speak through you, gettin paper on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take it to the top.. [Common] Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on _Resurrection_ Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction Gettin eight/ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R. An under the counter love, so _Silent_-ly I _Treat_ H.E.R. Her Daddy'll beat H.E.R., eyes all Puff-ed In the mix on tape, niggaz had her in the buff When we touch, it was more than just a fuck The Police, in her I found peace (like who?) Like Malcolm in the East Seen H.E.R. on the streets of New York, trickin off Tried to make a hit with H.E.R. but my dick went soft Movin weight, losin weight, not picky - with who she choose to date To confuse the hate, with her struggle I relate Close to thirty, most of the niggaz she know is dirty Havin more babies than Lauryn, she started showin early As of late I realized, that this is H.E.R. fate Or destiny that brings the best of me It's like God is testin me In _Retrospect_ I see she brought _Life_ and death to me Peace to us collectively, live and direct when we perform It's just coffee shop chicks and white dudes Over H.E.R. I got into it with that nigga Ice Cube Now the fight moved to in life, makin the right moves Besides God and family, you my life's jewel Like that y'all Hip-Hop.. *echoes* [whispered] Take it to the top, what? Hip-Hop (hip-hip) To the top, hip-hop (hip-hop) check it out [Black Thought - louder] It's like, word up, and it sounds nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what? Bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, yo Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop, word up, to the top (to the top) Hip-Hop, check it out It's like that, what? And it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out What? Yeah, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life Bout to take you to the top love Hip-Hop (hip-hop) to the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright Hey, cause you the love of my life I'm bout to take you to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout to take you to the top love, hip-hop (hip-hop) To the top (to the top) hip-hop (hip-hop) Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright Hip-Hop, you the love of my life We bout, take it to the to the to the |
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I've never been touched like this - I've never been
I've never been kissed like this - I've never been I never knew it felt like this - I never knew I never knew a love like this Pardon me - excuse me - forgive me - I can't help it But I see - the energy - 'tween you and me - and I'm selfish Don't want no - other girls - calling you - never ever Cause I want - us to stay - together - forever I've never been touched like this - I've never been I've never been kissed like this - I've never been I never knew it felt like this - I never knew I never knew a love like this Believe me - when I say - there is no one - I mean none That can do - the things you do - the things you did - and get done And I believe - that I can feel - this way - for a reason In all the ways - you make me feel - boy you keep - me breathing I've never been touched like this - I've never been I've never been kissed like this - I've never been I never knew it felt like this - I never knew I never knew a love like this What you got - Them others don't - Cause you're the one I want You make me hot - Them others don't - Cause baby you're the one I love What you got - Them others don't - Cause you're the one I want You make me hot - Them others don't - Cause baby you're the one I love I've never been touched like this - I've never been I've never been kissed like this - I've never been I never knew it felt like this - I never knew I never knew a love like this I've never been touched like this - I've never been I've never been kissed like this - I've never been I never knew it felt like this - I never knew I never knew a love like this |
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(if you invited me)
Yeah, Cav Love, brown sugar Bout to set it like, yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) Yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) yeah yeah y'all (uh huh) (if you invited me) Adjust my mic so I can touch it up right quick Show 'em how Brooklyn do, you know what I mean? (no doubt) Listen, yo Let's start it up (start it up) Let's get it flowin (get it flowin) Let's make a move (make a move) Let's get it goin (haha) I know it's feelin like everything you want, don't it? And you been waitin your whole life for one moment Well baby here it is (here it is) You better step to it (step to it) I know you ready right (ready y'all) Then baby let's do it (let's do it) Put your neck to it, put your arms and legs next to it Then put whatever else is left to it See you're all in (all in) now you about to rock 'em Got your focus man, now they got a problem Who you talkin to? son right there The man in the mirror, I see him quite clear Do your thing Cav (yeah son) Work it out dog (work it out) Open up their minds (open up) Be about yours (bout yours) Silence everyone who ever try to doubt yours Get your mind right (mind right) Keep your sound raw (sound raw) Heavy bass man (bass man) Make it bounce more (bounce more) Make 'em feel it from to the ceilin to the ground floor (if you invited me) How it sound y'all? I know it's crazy, right I know it's crazy tight, don't ever take me light It's Cav Love y'all (Cav Love y'all) And that's what's up y'all (sup y'all) I peeped in, I know exactly what you want y'all I make it jump y'all (jump y'all) So put 'em up y'all (up y'all) Brown Sugar, Brooklyn, it's bout to jump off (Hook: Mos Def and singer) You got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) (uh huh) You better (give it to me) (give it to me) ha ha, brown sugar Leave the ground shook up (uh) Got the world sweatin like fiends without cook up Come on, you know you really wanna (give it to me) You better (give it to me) You got to (give it to me) (give it to me) brown sugar, ha Lick your lips to it Work your hips to it (ha) And steady rockin like this to it (Mos Def) It's like one, two, three, and to the four The brother Cavvy Cav is here so let him know This for my hustlers (my hustlers) This for my scramblers (scramblers) This for my sexy mamis (sexy mamis) This for everybody (everybody) Bang it at any party and watch 'em rock to it Bounce some pop to it, this here's hot music Duke I'm not losin, you need to stop foolin I know the game very well boy I'm not stupid Sharp and smart movement, applyin a heart to it Came here to get the ghetto blocks movin (if you invited me) And after rockin in the porch and backyards movin Keep it crackin cuz I love the way that y'all do it (Hook: Mos Def and singer) You got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) You better (give it to me) (give it to me) ha, brown sugar Leave the ground shook up Observe the way how we make it sound hit up Like you got to (give it to me) You need to (give it to me) You got to (give it to me) (give it to me) Brown Sugar Lick your lips to it (huh) Work your hips to it (yeah) And steady rockin like this to it like damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh ooh ahh, ooh ahh ooh ahh damn baby, damn baby, damn baby, damn baby if you invited me if you invited me |
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You, you, you, yeah
Alright You, you, you, yeah You changed, you changed Every time I see your face I think of how it used to be What I used to mean to you And what you used to mean to me Now I see you're someone else So I gotta ask myself Is it me you really want Or is your loving just too full? You, you changed so much since I met you Don't know why but I'm so confused All I know is I still love you Yes, I do, still love you You, you changed so much since I met you Don't know why but I'm so confused All I know is I still love you Yes, I do, still love you Somebody told me that they saw you In the shopping mall with some girl First I didn't want to believe it 'Cause it messed up my whole world Now you taking me for granted 'Cause my heart is all for you Tell me how you don't understand it When I've gone real far for you You, you changed so much since I met you Don't know why but I'm so confused All I know is I still love you Yes, I do, still love you You, you changed so much since I met you Don't know why but I'm so confused All I know is I still love you Yes, I do, still love you Yesterday, everything was okay Now it seems that you're far away (Far away) Are you fadin' on me? (Fadin' on me) Do you really love me still ? Tell me how you really feel, yeah (You really feel, yeah) Are you playin' on me? You changed so much since I met you Don't know why but I'm so confused All I know is I still love you Yes, I do, still love you You changed so much since I met you Don't know why but I'm so confused All I know is I still love you Yes, I do, still love you Still, I still love you You, you, you, you, you, yeah Hmm, yeah, you, met you, love you |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-21
Subject : O.S.T. - Brown Sugar (MCA,2002)
