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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 [Chorus] 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 |
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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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(feat. Khujo, T-Mo)
Uh, the Witchdoctor on some smooth shit Yeah, Witchdoctor, straight up on some smooth shit Ha, yeah, straight up on some smooth shit, check it out [Witchdoctor] You got my life on the edge I wanna see my whole crew alive, not dead Paper money in hundred and Gs A lifestyle of luxury Fuck a pimp, it's about a player When you handling your business on this SWATs Himalayas Bankhead, daylife, weekdays, dice shooters And these young female barracudas Flipping money is a job itself When you gotta get funds in something by somebody else Now you gotta make deals back first When you copped you some worth off this planet earth That's why I'm huffing, busting, cause ain't no loving In these streets, don't give a nigga too much of nothing I serve to survive, Team got it on his arm I watch these dealers move on Ain't that the bomb that goes boom The shit that these Js get high with in a room I consume the whole planet with one swallow I swear, I'm trying to stretch twenty dollars out here I got snapping, a whole bunch of niggas trapping Let God be the judge, react quick Here comes a slug from a nigga out Atlanta You shot an innocent bystander How frail we are in the face of nature Hurricane Erin coming, feeling safer? Straight up on some smooth shit [Chorus] Ahhh. Let the sun shine in [T-Mo] Not often, but when I do You might see another side come through For those that try to fit legit ways of living Into a lifestyle that's quick but steady Up off the streets and ready to compete with house niggas The bigger they work against the turf, man Gotta do my dirt even though it hurts It's being done, grants are being flipped Homeboys are getting dropped Serving to survive this thing, I'm in to win Pulling up folks that's been down since day one Son, you better back up off of these, nigga, please While see, I'm killing mentalities of crackers Thinking all niggas stupid Just don't conform to their ways of getting paid Minimum wage, bitch made hoe type Thinking it's all about they hype, I still rock the mic Straight up on some smooth shit Straight up on some motherfucking smooth shit [Chorus] [Khujo] Biscuit head beanie, eenie meenie miney mo It's fifteen of you off in here Pledged myself, I'm coming back you ain't Strap up because in most incidents The passengers don't survive Like really, drive safely cause ain't no love Only lust laying around these capillaries Looking perhaps in a vein collapsed Pop caught one in the lungs, lifelines Is barely hanging from the previous banging Snooze I lose like Bubba Them proper South rules, cutting off heads And making them look for they socks and shoes JJ wet 'em up, I'm still dripping chrome Can't see the forest for the trees The master's plan taking it's toll The valley is flooding, demons are looking for shelter Pressure will bust a pipe, mummify me Don't hand me no devils' death, promise What more can I do that ain't already been done? Khujo snapping on some smooth shit [Chorus] |
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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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