Phife Dawg - Ventilation:/ Da Lp (2001) by Phife Dawg (보컬) on maniadb.com

One time, yo

Yo, you know what?
I might not always say the right thing
But I say what the fuck I feel
On the real
What the deal

Knawmean?
World's greatest five-footer back up in yo shit
Check it
Let me ask you

[VERSE 1]
Who these cats lookin punanny-ish?
For those who don't understand: that's some vagina shit
I think I'm lost, yo, tell me what you're dealin with?
Niggas' rhymes be watered down like porn star clitoris
It's so ridiculous, you're soundin hideous
Talkin tough, but be dressin on some wussy shit
Tight see-through shirt, on some hard nipple shit
Fake Versace shades while all up in the club and shit
Fake Rolex, it'll change the color of your arm and shit
Sports bras, halter tops, what the fuck is this?
Dudes be brought up just to sell some records? SHIT
Then wanna be voice of the streets, you see this bullshit?
Wait - if you gon' half-step in hip-hop, you need to stop
This here remains in the street, play puss, you're gettin fucked
Go 'head, play yourself with them ho-like hooks
Sing ballads if it's all about the Maxwell look
Mack make-up with a pair of [brand name] thinkin you're cute
Fubu suit with Steve Madden boots make me wanna puke
Phat Farm shorts with a garder belt, lookin like a whore
Or a purple bandana cause it matches your shaw?
Now tell me, what you rhymin for?
This shit is all about flows, fuck a fashion show
Hip-Hop 101, Professor Diggy, yo
And if you want it laid back, call Kenny Lattimore
No disrespect to these men, cause I like R&B
But right here in my class we gonnna emcee
It's all about the zhigge-zhigge, yeah, the scratch 'n cut
Graffiti art, jammin in the park, holdin your nuts
Muthafuckas, I am hip-hop, I walk hip-hop, I talk hip-hop
I need hip-hop, I lust hip-hop, I love hip-hop
B-Boy round the clock, doin it non-stop

Flawless
Diggy gon' hit you with the rawness
Pass me the mic and I'ma scorch it
And when mi done with it, mi just toss it
But never force it
My shit is flawless
Mutty Ranks hit you with the rawness
Pass me the mic and I'ma scorch it
And when mi done with it, mi just toss it
But never force it

[VERSE 2]
Peep the Groove Attack ensemble, we about to fly high
Fuck majors, we independent like the 4th of July (Why?)
I guess we didn't really share the same vision
But it was their decision
Them fuckers just wouldn't listen
But now look who's bitchin
While Phifey cuts with precision
It's my ass they're kissin
Don't worry 'bout what I'm shippin
As for Jive, I know they hate on how I blow up the spot
How quickly they forget what got they ass to the top
What they figure, I bust my ass to feed they dirty-ass kids?
Get the fuck out of here, fuck am I, Britney Spears?
These cats'll turn you against your brethren if you let em, and how
It's the reason me and my former partner don't talk now
Communication is the key, capital word be unity
These folks will guide you to your grave, then come and read the eulogy
Independent like Philly, majors can't do shit for me but suck mi toe
Go find a MC with some half-assed flow
But I understand these styles, they just quickly endin now
Forever wantin to play games, but guess what, I'm not a child
For the new breed of MC's: learn to own your shit, gee
Stay black, keep it real, purchase at [Name]
Fuck a waiting to exhale, Malik is at once released
While all you so-called CEO's and A&R's get impeached
Say Fudge - you shoulda never let me off the damn leash

Ha-ha
Arrrf!
Now break it down now
I am hip-hop, I sleep hip-hop, I want hip-hop
I love hip-hop, I lust hip-hop, I need hip-hop
B-Boy round the clock, doin it non-stop

And I'm
Flawless
Diggy gon' hit you with the rawness

Miscellaneous shit baby, meanin..
I'll make you wanna..

[Hook]
Rock to the joint, roll up a joint
Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint
Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint
(Say what?) Yeah, you know it's on point (uh huh)

Just vibe to the joint, ride to the joint
Bump 'n grind to the joint, then skate to the joint
Now slide to the joint, act wild with a joint
Huh, once again it's on point, come on (here we go!)

[Verse One: Phife Dawg]
Party over here, fuck y'all over there
Drinks on Malik, ya live once, I don't care
Love the night life like Sonny love Cher
Bound to take a shorty home, put her ass in the air
Look at Miss Thingy, I heard she type pissy
One that'll have simple ways, that'll block and get busy
Fat Joe, Pun said it's all about trizzies
Spit the game in her ear, in the coatcheck chick
Had to give it to her, came out, pull out my zipper
Now I'm like "WHOA" cause her come my baby father
Shit money big, now I think I'm gonna need back up
He walked right next to me and smacked her ass up
WHOO that's a close one, here let me bounce
Third floor, gotta see who else is in the house
Up north, reppin with these chicks from down South
Shorty sippin Hennesey, singin 'put it in your mouth'

[Hook]
Rock to the joint, roll to the joint
Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint
Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint
Uh, you know it's on point (no doubt)

Vibe to the joint, ride to the joint
Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint
Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint (yeah)
You know it's on point, c'mon!

[Verse Two: Phife Dawg]
On towards chillin, now we at the after party
Com' Sense, Mos Def, fuck it - everybody!
Fuck chillin at the tele, I'm scoopin me a hottie
Chillin load of girls, and those shorties lookin sloppy
Came to the door, made the dancefloor wild
Shorties "Sayin My Name" like Destiny's Child (aah)
So I just smile, get em thirsty like 'ow'
I know I'm type foul, trippy steady on a pile
Eyes wide open like a motherfuckin owl
Who's this tig bitty chick with the Colgate smile?
Said her name was Tafy, with nose by to act me
Straight from St. Louis, said she'd love to do me
Smacked on her ass as if she worked at Big Skippy
Wanted to give my neck a hicky, but something 'bout her's tricky
Looked at the bar, oh shit it couldn't be!
The J to the A to the N to the E
You don't understand? Ask EPMD!
Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me?
Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me?
Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me?

[Hook]
Rock to the joint, roll to the joint
Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint
Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint
Uh, you know it's on point (no doubt)

Now vibe to the joint, ride to the joint
Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint
Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint
You know it's on point (no doubt, no doubt)

[Outro]
You know it's on point (no doubt)
You know it's on point (no doubt)
You know it's on point (on point..)

Yo Pete, run that

[VERSE 1]
Growin up I used to use the Afro Sheen
Knicks and Lakers was my favorite basketball teams
Underground MC, but I can bring it mainstream
Rap style being seen like muthafuckin Tom Greene
In the immortal words of Rakim, I'm a microphone fiend
Trini say 'yes, Jamaica say 'seen'
(Hold it down) gotta hold it down for Queens
(Recognize) (my name is Phife)
People still takin rappin for a joke
All they know is chips, whips, dank, hoes and smoke
What we need is raw peoples who will practice they craft
Goin hard to the extreme, why would you go half-assed?
Call me the Cal Ripken of the industry (Carl who?)
Seen rappers shine, as well as seen some hang their head in misery
No matter what whoever said, I stuck with it
Stay committted, hence the reason competition stay gettin shitted
On - what - I've held shit in for so long
(Go 'head, Phife, get your man on)
Reminiscin 'bout them school lunch tables I used to bang on
Run-D.M.C. at M.S.G. gettin they shine on
Knowin one day I'd get that chance, yo
And the reward wasn't just dough, it was when people hit the danceflo'
A way with culture lyrics or shorties singin "Can I kick it?"
Yeah, that's the ticket, go 'head, show me your Tribe spirit
Man listen, I'm here to tell it
Success was bound to come, how I know? I can smell it
Phife be sharper than an arrow
Equivalent to Pete Rock or Primo collectin vinyl
Cause it's all about the love, yo
Battle whoever whenever, let's get it on, yo
Bust that ass like no tomorrow
Just to keep the flows up to par
But nowadays none of you maggots would like to spar
But here I are, 10 years in the cut
Five albums, did three of em dope, two of them ( *disgusted sound* ) - and such and such
But like they say, a true champ, he always rises
Phife Dawg, Da LP, full of surprises

(Lemme find out)
Y'all niggas ain't got no clout
(Lemme find out)
Y'all niggas got my name in your mouth
(Lemme find out)
Them labels lately puttin shit out
(Lemme find out)
Ah-ha
(Lemme find out)
Ah-ha
(Lemme find out)
You want me to come blow up the spot
(Lemme find out)
Y'all niggas is all in the cot
(Lemme find out)
You don't know about Pete Rock
(Lemme find out)
Ah-ha
(Lemme find out)
Ah-ha
(Lemme find out)

[VERSE 2]
On my way to the club better known as One-Tweezy
Where you find them fake ballers and some hoes lookin sleazy
The place where robbin a nigga is so easy
Same club where strippers go, I think I found one to ease me
1:30 in the morning, taking it easy
This one dude's all in my shit, for a sec I thought I had tits, gee
I overheard him saying that my rap style was pussy
I'm nothin on my own, the rest were better without me
I couldn't comprehend, he said it under his breath
But when I did, no hesitation, to my business I stepped
What you say? Excuse me? Pardon? Oh, don't be a bitch, sucker
Now you wanna act shy? You know my name, muthafucka
Straight pussy nigga, oh now it's what, you don't know?
Believe me man, you can get that ass bust for sho'
Just because a nigga rappin, what you think it can't happen?
What the deal, you wanna dance? We can get straight to scrappin
Hm, I'm sayin Pete, you know the drilly, black (No doubt, son)
New York is to the fullest, we don't know how to act
But on a professional level, should I deal with this?
Like the Goodie Mob say, I'm too real for this
Work too muthafuckin hard for this, used to lie, cheat, steal for this
An innovator when it comes to this
Feed my fam with this, put clothes on they back with this
Bust my ass to be a part of this
Livin my life with this
Makin people straight rejoicin this
Aw fuck it, I'm so nice with this
I make your broad drop her drawers for this
Slit her wrist for this, and now what, punk, bitch
But fuck it yo, I ain't trippin
I know a asshole when I see one, just don't get caught slippin
So what the fuck now, nigga?
Yo, suck on ???? right here, in my pants, behind my zipper

(Lemme find out)
Y'all niggas ain't got no clout
(Lemme find out)
Y'all niggas got my name in your mouth
(Lemme find out)
Them labels lately puttin shit out
(Lemme find out)
What
(Lemme find out)
What
(Lemme find out)
You want me to come blow up the spot
(Lemme find out)
Y'all niggas is all in the cot
(Lemme find out)
You don't know about Pete Rock
(Lemme find out)
Ah
(Lemme find out)
Ah
(Lemme find out)

Yo
2000
2001, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Till 2000-bombaclaat-30
Ya hear me
Live life
Live long
Stay strong
I'm out
(No doubt, son)

Bend over. . .

Yo, it's Mutty Ranks in the place (Mutty Rankin')
But in the immortal words of Shabba Ranks (Where are the girls?)
We got some sweet, we got some foul
I'm about to break it down, check it out, let me know

Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this?
Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this?
Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this?
Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this?
Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this?
Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this?
Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this?
Do you like it? (WHAT!)

Yo, as I cruise through this ATL town, my eyes brown
Chillin', freshly dipped when I get down
Jarobi, tell 'em 'bout the puppy named Mutts
Like lifestyles galore in case a chick wanna hump me
I'm rough with mine, tell me who's rougher
Makin' honeys express theyself like Salt-N-Pepa
Not sayin' that sex makes everything better
But if all else fails, I'mma fuck that tail
Now watch out now, damn look at your trunk
We could take it to the rest right now and get it crunk
Sing "Shorty Swing It My Way", it's only right
Turn the door, now walk it in and see the real sign of life
Fuck a Phife, I'm on some Shawn Micheal shit tonight
On some Five Foot Freak shit, or I don't eat shit
But if you act right and you ain't about games
Then my screwin' can be longer than Nina's last name
Now tell me somethin' good before I hang up your friend
Free humps and I'm out there if the shit is mad lame
Mad lame (mad lame) mad lame (mad lame)
Free humps and I'm out there if the shit is mad lame

When it comes to skins ain't no shame on my game
Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!)
You can't live with them, you just can't live with them
So don't waste my time, just (BEND OVER!)
Now if you frontin' on the tail, then you get the cold shoulder
Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!)
Girl, you are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older
So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!)
BEYATCH!

Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this?
Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this?
Now are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this?
Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this?
Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this?
Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this?
Now are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this?
Do you like it? (WHAT!)

Forever in the jam where the diss be lookin' laced
Dancin' to the tunes of Cool J and Babyface
Me and my crew, no doubt we in the place
Ass everywhere, (Yeah son, this place is great)
Bumped into this cutie, damn boo you lookin' straight
Checked her backyard, can I guard that with a gate?
Slim trim, brown skin, what's your name? ('Salina Kate')
Where you from? ('Trinidad, but I live here in the States')
'It's only been three months but I'm searching for a mate
Word 'round town is you love to penetrate'
Of coarse, baby girl, what's the deal, you want a taste?
A stain is on your brain that could never be erased
'Sounds good Mr. Phifer, but I hear that's the case
Your style be so super that you should wear a cape
I love the way you sound on all five of your tapes
Plus you're always on the job like Mr. Slate'
Of coarse her best friend just has to player hate
And being who I am watch the Phifey hesitate
On dissing her ass, yo Jay, look at her face
Her motherfuckin' voice got way too much bass
Now back your ass up off me and give me my space
You know your fuckin' breath smell like chemical waste
Not to mention that ass, it be way overweight
Keep that ass out of Wendy's and lay off them shakes
Now back to you Salina, damn I admire your shape
'FUCK YOU! Mr. Ranks you just dissed my date'
Now what I'm supposed, scratch my head and ask why
You know that rug munchin's at an all-time high
Now all these chicks today are just hot hot hot
And me and my crew just wanna get hind, watch
I won't hold it against you the things that you do
I'll just have you know that I'm a lesbian too
So wiggle your ass here and swing over them titties
If you need to pay bills take your ass to Magic City
No need to act shitty, you're so so saditty
If you need to pay bills then take your ass to Magic City, what what

All you're lookin' for all this time, money
Well ain't got enough time to take
You can't run game on a gamer!
You can't run game on a gamer!
It's Phife Diggy (What) I gets busy (What)
Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!)
J.U.S. (What) You know you can't test (What)
Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!)

When it comes to skins ain't no shame on my game
Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!)
I'll fuck in a Land Cruiser or a Range Rover
Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!)
Now if you frontin' with your ass, then you get the cold shoulder
Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!)
You are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older
So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!)

Like that y'all, to the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all, so sweat y'all
My name's Malik y'all, style's unique y'all
No doubt y'all, I come through y'all
Tribe all y'all. Phife Diggy y'all
On the ball y'all
And all these bitches on the way get the balls y'all
Phife Diggy but I never fall out
Slum Villy, got to bend over
What what what what, all over
Detroit Michigan, down in Angeles in CA
Fuck that we don't play round my way
Long Island, we whilin'
Yugoslavia, no doubt I'm Slav-in' 'em

[Intro]
Say you wanna be a fly emcee (Uh-huh)
But can you really fuck with Phife Diggy (Hell no)
You claim about how you get much bank
But Money can you fuck with Mutt Ranks
I be the emcee with the illest styles
Cause on the microphone I get buckwild
Haha! Yeah, fuck that
Bassline, yo hit me

[Verse One]
Check it, I'm shittin' on rappers this year
Who the fuck claims they want some of this here (I dunno)
Go ahead, show your face, shall I crush your shit now
Say a smidgeon of a word and I bust your shit down
How dare you stand in my face with that old nonsense
Toys 'R' Us lyrics, yo fuck that (?) concept
I back-smack niggas that claim to be the hardest
Say the word battle and I'll gladly do the honors
Now for the past, I guess you heard me on some wild shit
Never had a chance to do some wild out shit
B&S and folks I know were on some bitch-like shit
So debt to label, on top of that, shady cats is the management
I made a vow, no more gettin' penetrated
Fuck that old happy shit, peep the style that's demonstrated
Right here nigga, let's just be real nigga
I know cats be actin' funny, you can go figure
What the fuck, you thought the Diggy was a pussy nigga
Or better yet (What!) I ain't have it in me nigga
Man please, I wax emcees of all types and variations
While you jerk artists and put out bogus compilations
When shit hit the fan, niggas go on vacation
Or wanna join the Nation [Q-Tip:] "Phifey why's you hatin'"
Yo fuck the clowns Frank, yo peep the bullshit they makin'
They fakin', look at all the talent they wastin'
Now every artist on the roster, you know they straight fuckin' prankin'
No more of that will Phife be takin', it's money time!
Like Heather B I'm takin' mine, and that's my word
I'm more anxious than Ginuwine, I straight get on some
M.O.P meanin' blast a nine, Once again for two-thou
Mutty ain't refined, while two of our fakers from beyond
The motherfuckin' sign, and to whom it may concern
Kiss my never-mind, you couldn't hear the first time?
Well nigga press rewind, the fuck y'all thought?
Diggy Dawg wouldn't get his shine, yo let me find out they corny
You know that ass is mine, and if you'd like to see me
I ain't too hard to find, just e-mail me at
(Three W dot kiss my behind and suck my
Testes dot com) And I'll gladly show you maggots
Why you laid the bomb, it's true Phife, yo fuck that
Money I'm just gettin' warm, to whom it may concern FUCK THAT!
It's on! uh uh it's on! uh uh
It's on! it's on! uh uh it's on!

[Chorus x2]
It's ventilation! I gotta air some things out
I know a few understand what I'm talkin' about
Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that!
Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that!

[Verse Two]
Phife Diggy got these rappers feelin' uneasy
Physically and mentally they say they wanna emcee, but it ain't meant to be
I discredit all jerks, full force
'Til they discover who's the man, which leads me to this next discourse
I'm so disquited with hiphop, cause yo it's disgraceful
Disinfect all of you roaches, clean 'em up, Lord thank you
What we need is discipline, all of these rappers don't trifle
Sould I just join. I can't do that cause I'm a hiphop disciple
Standin' next to Bambataa, holdin' fort is how we do
Those who disrespect the culture, (What!) we seein' you
Disfigure you! (Disfigure you!) Discard you! (Discard you!)
These shiney emcees know the flavor, they get disfavored
So from now on my brethren use your discretion
Don't fuck yourself and if you do I hope your usin' protection
How many you murdered on your album, or is that just for attention?
These labels got y'all like Muppets so I'ma play Jimmy Henson
Mutt Dawg for two-thou, makin' moves like George Jetson
See every dog has his day, so this year no half-steppin'
To hear Phife Diggy on the mic, yes sir it's such a blessin'
Now get the fuck out my session, you punk bitch!

[Chorus x2]

[Intro]
You know what
We been through so much together
When I first got down
In like seventy-nine
Pre-Tribe
During Tribe, post-Tribe
It's all gravy, can't let you go

[Verse One]
Used to think this game was a fairytale, until I met you
Never into bullshit, you were happy being you
My face would just glow anytime you walked past
Makin' a brotha jitter every time our eyes clashed
You were cooler than cool, smarter than most
Which made the Five-Footer get closer than close
And to our ten year bond, I have to give a toast
Cause the way that I feel, yo it ain't no joke
You got a brotha feelin' high like Busta-Bus when he smokes
And I ain't no weedhead so I might just choke
But if you make a power move and decide to be around
Then word to Flipmode, I'll smoke a whole damn pound
From Trini to Atlanta, (Yes) I'll romance you
Take you to ecstasy anytime I get the chance to
And I can rock you all night if you want me to
So what you wanna do? (Come on!)

[Phife: w/ scratched hook by Butta L]
No Doubt
"Rock the mic" - Phife Dawg "Microphone" - Rakim
Phife Dawg, Pete Rock
"Rock the mic" "Microphone"
This is how it go down when a Trini and a Jamaican get together
"Rock the mic" "Microphone"
"Rock the mic" "Rock the mic"

[Verse Two]
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Unplug the phone, we needs to be all alone
Tourin' straight for eight months, which means you cant front
And you know, and I know, I gots what you want
Never cuff you at the top, I tried to stop
You see I get after lock, when the crowd starts to rock
This one dyme up front started doin' the walk
The way she licked her lips it made a brotha real hot
She had the grill of Nia Long, smile of Stacy Dash
Front of Lisa Carson with the Mary Blige Ooh!
My friends be laughin' hard cause I lable you as fam
But they don't understand you have made me who I am
And at the end of the day, yo we'll have the last laugh
My boo's about to have twins, so we gots to get the cash
But as long as I live, that's my word, I'mma be there
For you, you, besides I love you, Mwoi!

[Phife: w/ scratched hook by Butta L]
Come on
"The mic" - Phife Dawg "Microphone" - Rakim
Uh, bob your head to this
"The mic" "Microphone"
Get on the dance floor
"The mic" "Microphone"
And go for yours
"Microphone" "The mic"

[Verse Three]
See when the label started frontin' you were always there
When the management was frontin' you were always there
There were times when I felt the group had want to replace me
Whether I'm right or wrong you were there to embrace me
When you have too many sheets in one tent, how can you represent?
Shit be bugged, but you were there to show me love
That's when I kindly picked you up and moved to ATL
My attitude was like, whatever, might as well go for South
Guess they felt I wasn't worth it, didn't feel like Phifey had it
But now who's movin' units, motherfuckin' silly rabbits?
Peace to the few who had my back
For the fakers in my clique, fuck you, that's that
Life has really been worth living since I found you, true
And there's nothing in this world that Malik won't do
You're my latest and my greatest inspiration, true
I put this on my granny bible, I would die for you, uh

[Scratched hook by Butta L]
"Rock the mic" - Phife Dawg "Microphone" - Rakim
"Rock the mic" "Microphone"
"Rock the mic" "Microphone"
"Rock the mic"
"Rockin' the mic" - KRS-One "WHAT!" - Leaders Of The New School
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
"Rockin' the mic" "Rockin' the mic"
"Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"

[Phife]
Pete stop it, we there! Ha!