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(feat. Cee-Lo)
[Intro:] [Witchdoctor] Mrs. Rogers, are you there? [Euneika Rogers] Uh, yes [Witchdoctor] I got word that you wanted to see me [Euneika Rogers] Uh, yes I did, I a... [Witchdoctor] Go ahead, please [Euneika Rogers] I Have a few questions a... [Witchdoctor] I love questions [Euneika Rogers] Witchdoctor [Witchdoctor] First question QUICKLY [Euneika Rogers] Witchdoctor, Where does the name come from? [Witchdoctor] Ah ha ha Yeah, It's the year 2000 Yeah, already [Chorus: x3] Everyday we get down Everyday we get down Everyday we get down On our knees [Verse 1:] [Witchdoctor] Black guy, who am I You know the bullet EJ, I'm back for these triggers Now watch me pull it Somebody's hit You betta bring the yellow tape You got bit by a snake The black Mamba My home is the trees My spirit got your city under siege I'm shootin' fleas That's the dog in me We all could be Fightin' wars With that Nigga in the mirror I see it clearer, Lord I'm a music whore Up against me you can't score A-T-L Where we live in heaven and hell Land where we buy and sell I'm comin' for this clientele Uhh, I'ma make you never wanna rap again If I gotta snap again On this wax again I'm flippin' my flap again Got me on the streets Strapped again [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] [Cee-Lo of Goodie Mob] Wait, It's dim lit At this table I sit Constant contemplation of crimes of passion To commit I'm patient with poetry And very particular 'bout the Parts I play The first thing that comes to mind Is not always the brightest thing to say Always analytical To articulate what I speak Unusually unique The technique about the price of antique Considered collectable Wanted to be received And related to, so It's written respectable And I was Dreamin' when I wrote this About you and about me About who we were before, who we are now And who I think we need to be Paint a picture in your mindframe That I think you need to see As - long - as - we Agree to disagree I'm a tree deep rooted Paragraphs are precisely executed Still when it's completed Offer constructive criticism Cause I need it Um, may God forgive me If anything I say is wrong I'm just trying to be strong And the day is long But I'ma tell you what I know I'ma give you what I owe My life is the test And I can not transgress I'll be held accountable For the light I could have shed This is bigger than me I'm bein' led, To preach and teach, and reach Anyone I can Turn a Nigga into a black man There's no beginnin' and there is no end I want to be in that Mamba When the Saints go marchin' in So I'm gon', I'm gon', I'm gon' [Chorus x2] [Cee-Lo: while chorus repeats] Just get down Uhuh, uhuh And I will get down One time you know And I will get down On my knees Check it out y'all [Witchdoctor] Take us away |
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[Intro:]
Jiggy Male Black Mobb Clik The Dungeon family Jiggy Male [Chorus:] Everyday Is A Holiday, anutha muthafuckin dollar day [x4] [Verse 1:] Check this out Call me Dr. strange, I be in tha lab Cause talkin on a musical style Put it up, you get doubled for what you pay for I got plenty skils and it chills see As we creap thru da city AT-ail All this shit ain't pretty, well I cock my glock back If you hot a junkie got to tell where da rock ya set All apartments got dope spillaz and they servin, watchin out for 12 squealaz And well Atlanta's goin up, Atlanta's goin down I bring the sound and I found a betta way Sometimes a nigga gotta do like Barbie and Ken away Since I gotta stay Unemployed niggaz don't pull it far If it weren't for this music dope, I wouldn't have no job Jiggy male [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Check this out, keep all quarter cutted up Lookin at da rocks in da sack, had his pockets from bein flat Broke anutha choke off this dutch, I won't stop smokin bluntz I need some french chumps, I bring the funk with swaids of the tongue, When I say whatz up You know where I'm from This watch survival tear, rappin iz da way to get it off my chest Can't let this stress bleed, rollin thru these swats again Made many, many muthafuckin new friendz When I was 20 dope, I gotta get this flow, doin shows See some G'z out in queens for the fed G'z And let the toxin ease yo pain, where all the niggaz at wit all tha gang See all the kings in choice of power, this iz our hour Poppin wide, listenin to this line Jiggy male [Chorus] |
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(feat. Big Rube)
[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 |
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(feat. Big Gipp, T-Mo, Phoenix)
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 |
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[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 [chorus] 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 |
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(feat. OutKast)
[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] |
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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 [chorus] [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 [chorus] |
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