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"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles! You and your family can have peace and tranquility. Enjoy the refinement.." "hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? " "hello, my name is elaine -- And I'll be your tour guide through south central los angeles" [ice cube] How to survive in south central (what you do? ) A place where bustin a cap is fundamental No, you can't find the shit in a handbook Take a close look, at a rap crook Rule number one: get yourself a gun A nine in your ass'll be fine Keep it in your glove comparment Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit Now if you're white you can trust the police But if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts Watch out for the kill Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel And don't get smart Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson On stayin alive In south central, yeah, that's how you survive "hi this is elaine again. Are you enjoying your stay in south central los angeles, Or is somebody taking your things? have you witneesed a driveby? Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police, So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again." "this is los angeles." "this is los angeles." [ice cube] Rule number two: don't trust nobody Especially a bitch, with a hooker's body Cause it ain't nuttin but a trap And females'll get jacked and kidnapped You'll wind up dead Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red Cause most niggaz get got In either l.a., compton or watts Pissed-off black human beings So I think you better skip the sight-seeing And if you're nuttin but a mark Make sure that you're in before dark But if you need some affection mate Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe And you won't survive in south central "now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be. You realize that it's fucked up! It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on tv. Palm trees and blonde bitches? I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on; Punk motherfucker!" And you need your ass straight smoked Yo I wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is So show these motherfuckers what's happenin Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in south central God damnit! [ice cube] Rule number three: don't get caught up Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up And they got a vice On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise We discern Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease And start slangin ki's To an undercover or the wrong brother And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker So don't take your life for granted Cause it's the craziest place on the planet In l.a. heroes don't fly through the sky of stars They live behind bars So everybody's doin a little dirt And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work So be alert and stay calm As you enter, the concrete vietnam You say, the strong survive Shit, the strong even die, in south central Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass, You tramp-ass hoes? you better watch out. And for you so called baller-ass niggaz, You know what time it is. south central ain't no joke. Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers. Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip God damnit. You'll sho' get got, just like that. This ain't no joke motherfuckers. Now I wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer, Puttin his two cents in.. "this is los angeles." |
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Jus-Just ask
Just ask me to Jus- Just ask me Oh yeah You know it "G" First of all lets make it clear I'm a strong young man Takin' no shorts Y'ss Yeah So if you plan on makin' waves It's just a waste of time You should face reality Yeah Check this out I don't want you to think that I'm Afraid or shy Native I would never be You know it "G" I just want a friend So I can hold her hands Come on baby And get with me Yeah Just ask me to Just ask me to I'll be with you A hug So much fun again If you walk with me If yiu walk with me I'll walk with you I'll walk with you And hug And hug You're my special friend Oh yeah Forget those people talkin' trash Uh, B-baby Let's jet off and escape Uhh Girl it's not too late Baby Take tevin by the hand I'm sure you'll understand I'm sure you'll understand Baby this is faith Do-o on't Be afraid Tc one time now I'm not here to get goof around So Zero in that though You should understand that "G" Ah yea baby You can make all the types Of way that you want But I woun't let you play yourself Yeah Don't be afraid We've got it made We've got it made we're young It feels so good To know we have room to grow CHUBB ROCK: Check it out Yeah check it I'm sorry Tevin I know you really feel like You're in heaven Your grills are seven And your body reads eleven TEVIN: Fourteen "G" CHUBB ROCK If you really want het "G" Don't pretend to be all cute She knows you loot Not AL B can't convince me that you're native The squads will proceed Your postion Rationlaize who you are TevinCampbell gets souped You're a star TEVIN & CHUBB: Can you tell me where you're going to? CHUBB ROCK: To my crib for a few Don't sexual, sexual means half And if she's on that progra That's whats your staff is for She might've been around the world And I,I,I,I You might find your baby And if not You can come to my crib I'm Chubb Rock,Peace! Tevin: Just ask me to I'll be with you A hug so much fun again If you walk with me, I'll walk with you And hug You're my special friend Break it down Ay-yo I'm in here "G" 'cause I'm the "T" To the "E" To the "V" To the "I" To the"N" |
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[Monie Love]
Work work work, that's all I ever hear you talkin about What happened to play some time, all work no play is good for now You square I do declare become aware come over here Share this hyper-funky party atmosphere, I think it's fair To spread your time more evenly than you do, get the clue Get down do exactly what I'm about to do, is that hard for you? I didn't think so, so let's go, with the flow, and you know You can work it out with Sister Mo' Work it out.. Work work it out.. Are you ready to get into this funky funky funky stuff I hope that there will be enough, there is no need for me to bluff Cause what I'm about to do is set the mood just so you get picture Let the rhythm get fly hitcha I will lead the peoples witcha Sway a little mo' I know the flow will get you so Why don'tcha try to let go of your entire ratio Let the music fill your shoes, take care of all your worldly blues I'll try my best to do the rest, so whaddya say, ?? So slap you in the face with good intentions I'm forgettin to mention, Monie Mon's imaginative invention Bein able to party Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday even Sunday catch my drift? Okay next section Time to work it out, you got the clout, the ability To achieve your every need so let me see You can do what you're doin now, I'll show you how Let me hear you shout - with Sister Monie we can work it out Work, work work, work Work, work work it out.. Work, work work, work Work, work work it out.. Work, work work, work Work, work work it out.. Work, work work, work Work, work work it out.. Well, whaddya whaddya whaddya know? Sweet little Mo' Gettin hype? You better believe that I'm the type Cause no one else can rock this mic as nice as me ?? MC's please let me be, I don't want no beef Howmany howmany howmany times must you make yourself a slave You'rediggin you'rediggin a grave, get out the corner that you make Won't you live just a little, get out of the middle Kill the doubt, with Sister Monie you can work it out [rap samples and ad libs to end] |
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Too young! [x4]
[Verse One: Rap] As time passes, I flow with the swiftness G Showin you all that are with this Continous flavor, you all wanna savor And those without no clout will have to pay for this DOPENESS, you ask who wrote this (?? ??) and I do quote this Rappers evaporate, flakes we eliminate Create the great then I wait as I meditate For those, who can't keep up with the dope rhyme Huh, I waste no time (??) they will come to return the life of some So for now, I guess we're just too young [Verse Two - Singing] Go to school to listen to the teachers all day To learn about the history of the U. S. of A. I'd like to make a difference, starting today But I'm not eighteen - Uncle Sam says, "No way!" All them rules are dying in the, worst way We're getting (??) (??) working late I wanna save the planet, before it's too late But the E.P.A. won't listen to what I have to say Grown folks are talking, but never wanna listen My head is spinning as I try to get attention They tell me don't worry, there's just nothing that I'm missing When will they ever - as for my appearance, I'm too young .. to make my own decisions, too young .. to choose my own religion, I'm too young .. to have my own opinion, too young I'm too young [Verse Three: Singing] My daddy goes to work, almost ev-ery-day He has to nine-to-five it so there's food on the plate The boss is cutting corners and it shows on his face And that's why, he'll reply - "You're too young son, go out and play" The city's filled with people with no, place to stay Kids are pushing drugs to find a, better way Babies having babies, and throwing them away All because their parents, couldn't give them the time of day Grown folks are talking, but never wanna listen My head is spinning as I try to get attention They tell me don't worry, there's just nothing that I'm missing When will they ever - as for my appearance, I'm too young .. to make my own decisions, too young .. to choose my own religion, I'm too young .. to have my own opinion, too young I'm too young [Verse Four: Rap] Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Yo, I'm too young, to even try to get my point across So why should I try, when I just feel Their eyes of deception, no need for correction Just cause I'm underage there's no election Chillll, I'm not with that program My reading level's not "Sam I Am" I am a pro, and my brain is objective So here my son, take some notes corrective Adults only, is what they told me So for some, huh, I guess I'm just too young Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! [Verse Five: Singing] All them rules are dying in the, worst way We're getting (??) (??) working late I wanna save the planet, before it's too late But the E.P.A. won't listen to what I have to say Grown folks are talking, but never wanna listen My head is spinning as I try to get attention They tell me don't worry, there's just nothing that I'm missing When will they ever - as for my appearance, I'm too young .. to make my own decisions, too young .. to choose my own religion, I'm too young .. to have my own opinion, too young I'm too young |
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("It's not the way to do it!")
(gunshots) ("Shut up bitch!") ("Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!") ("You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.") ("This is serious business.") ("Come by boy!") Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40 Nothing to do, just killin' time Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9 Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice We played for a while, 'till my luck was out So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out Rankin' on the bitches hanging in the street It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat Nibble on this dick, make me just say please You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth Don't fuck with the Kid while I'm hangin' out! (Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.) Verse 2: Brother Marquis Me and my nigga, rollin' hard Hangin' out, the whole nine yards I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head Watch out, fool, get shot dead And bitches clownin', cryin' and all that But yet, still, I keep my gat Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63) Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames You can't fuck with me; I'm wild and not tame Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street So, motherfucker, what's up with that? You wanted beef? Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em! I pulled his gat; his life cost him So don't fuck with me while I'm around in the back I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out! |
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