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They don't dance no mo'
They don't dance no mo' (what we doin is sittin around chillin) They don't dance no mo' They don't dance no mo' Verse One: Big Gipp Yeah, uh, yeah Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it when you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and right Throwin blows like them pros, runnin lows up in the night Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back Baby what you lookin fo', Shawty I ain't showin no slack Chorus: repeat 2X People don't dance no mo' All they do is diss/this (3X) Verse Two: Khujo They get off on holdin folks hostage They good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken glass where you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three Deep coverage, man under We used to break doin eighty-three 2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin That D They don't fight with fists They bring they piece Pat everybody down, before they leave this piece Chorus Verse Three: T-Mo Educate themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue with the core, and high-powered restrainin mechanisms Why is it? They slayin this last nigga, ready to sic em but I stay cool,and observe them fool and let's just thank, and drank and clear the way you think, actin out and about that gat he pulled, that my partna sawed And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn't deserve it Predestined weapons for lessons that we learned HOT, bullets burned Chorus Verse Four: Cee-Lo Wellllll, my name is Sugar Low, and this is my trade For years we been some players, what more can I say? Saturday night at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uhh Hit Atlanta live, and break a few rolls Get some drinks, and stroll the halls, hold the walls Just in case security can't control the brawls I still roll the ball, but I done got a little too old to get all sweaty dancin round wit y'alls Chorus Chorus Chorus |
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When the scene unfolds young girls
Thirteen years old expose themselves To any Tom, Dick and Hank Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes hollin they got rank See Sega aint in this new world order Dem experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia United Nations, overseas they trained assassins to do search and seize aint knocking or askin' Dem coming for niggas like me Po' white trash, like they Tricks like her back in slavery Concentration camps laced with gas pipes lines Inferno's outdoors like they had back When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945 Listen to me now, believe me later on In the future, look it up where they said it Aint no more constitution in the event of a race war Places like operation heartbreak hotel moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair Dem say expect no mercy, fool You should be my least worries, gotta deal with W-2's, 1099's unmarked black helicopters swoop down And try to put missiles in mines Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Me and my family moved in our apartment complex A gate with the serial code was put up next They claim that this community is so drug free But it don't look that way to me cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7 junkies looking for a hit of the blo it's powerful Oh you know what else they tryin to do make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared, people, this' gone be a slaughter My mind won't allow me to not be curious My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Listen up, little nigga, I'm talking to you About what yo little ass need to be going through I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much but I do with the crew Everyday on the average 'bout 4 or 5 I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost after I lost My best friend Bean I recognize as a King Who am I to tell you to stop smokin Now you're open to disease and colds and aint 16 years old, This shit has got to stop let's take a walk through detox I want outta this hold I'm in a cell Under attack loc up folks they in the hood, Got an eye on every move I make Open your face to info you aint know cause it's kept low How the new world plan reeks the planet without the black man So what's your angle, try to separate me from the Blood is disrespect like coming in my home and not Wiping your feet on tha rug the Citron Absolut Has got me bucking no hang with no phony Lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane To enforce the new system by reign Tag my skin with your computer chip run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now - No more fishing for your fish Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone Mind blown, conception, protection My name on your selections but I caught you coming POW! Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Think about it, use that tool between Your two shoulders. The brain cells... |
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One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me? See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver That nigga B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believers Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same southern slang Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe! See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South See never did I thank when I got grown That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town See life's a bitch then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South See in the 3rd grade this is what you told You was bought, you was sold Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back See East Point Atlanta threw this road block Talkin 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop So the big time players off John Freeman Way Had to find themselves another back street to take Cause back in the day we was outta control We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours" That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared Never would we talk, never would we tell So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells" We took what we want and left them quiet as hell What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint Dealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchips A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B. Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in tha Dirty South One to da two da three da four Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South |
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Do you ever see that stuff that be
when it get cold that ice that you can't see? See that shit happens sometimes. Yep, black ice. Now you know and I know I done bumped every hole in the wall y'all did you catch that phone call most of y'all didn't met me thought I was tall, Get flipped like a dip slipped fell on da black ice did you think twice, homeslice came and he went satisfied got bent bars ain't shit meetin' coast to coast yeah lamped & bo man do-si-dos too many coming close cuz Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high Circulate like a Sunday paper capers caught tony tone with cheap flicks good picks pay hard watch the hard turn sideways clip the tale for real sales to the who lose cash flesh Live your life for now feeling good and warm windows rolled tight thirty five degrees nippy tonight, don't forget the chapstick lips dry quick when the jack out make you wanna act out take the slack out some people black out hibernating to a cave backout Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high I been in it for the past few days tighter than fades I know all my plays now can I rap? can I adapt? now really sure yeah who's that looking over the shoulders of those writing dreams feening for the taste of menthol missed class stayed in the hall looking for a squeeze play better yet a holiday stayed away from the pyramid board game broke it down to a neighborhood slang, cash before fame sky high (x 10) now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings so quick flexing, you speaking about sankin that's refreshing to the earlobes pay for the room and still be in pimp mode like icebergs, chryslers and buicks some niggas ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it abuse their priveliges and now the whole village is been shot to pieces coz niggas are biting that same stupid shit I mean that feces boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy seach boy, talking about your dough is punk like lurch boy every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah! Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrums it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood Yellows and greens and blues and browns and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains to cocaine & sustaining rain See summer roll around niggas all about change then they steady move them keys like bob james Coz old man winter's arrived the temperature dives November just died December's alive thus it ain't no typical ride just individuals way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone making it our own taking me all wrong We've all indulged in the bulge of those no-nos no you ain't solo, there's even lower levels you can go take sun people put them in the land of snow Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high |
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My old boy from the point
But I'm from Southwest and every Now and then I get put to the test But I can't be stopped Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun But I got my crew Didn't come fro no beef cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much Drinking a cup of punch, tropical Every last Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed back to tha woods Now I'm full as tick Got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes Got my forehead sweating Celery and blue cheese on my menu next Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill me with second-hand obstables But, only to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing figure laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me Like that looking stupid of course living day by day and you ain't hard Trick hell you say? It's such a blessing when my eyes Get to see the sun rise To get further away from where I've been But I'll never gorget everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because If I hada went and took the easy way i wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today Everythang that I did Different thangs I was told Just ended up being tood for my soul Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Sunday morning where you reating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive Ole' burd working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's Last night hanging over from a good time yeah beef is cheaper but It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread Shawty look good with dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetty plus her monthly flow They know they making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside With a stare no money to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As I speak wuz up from the driver seat A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collard greens Too big for my jeans Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had allot but thankful for The little that I got why not be Fast food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they sick By trying to make this bullshit affordable I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable Come an get your soul food well well.. Hold up C it's what I write And Miss Lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that door With a mind full of attitude It was a line at tha beautiful JJ'S Ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem days When Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family Looking for a little soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food |
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Chorus: Goodie Mob
We peel out sideways (get rich to this) We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this) Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this) Hey hey hey hey!! (get rich to this) We peel out sideways (get rich to this) We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this) Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this) Say say say say!! (get rich to this) (Backbone) It'll be all slipp-ery, slick wid it Automatically ? I'm the shit wid it I'm psyched out, Sic-Wid-It like E-40 and The Click wid it He sucker MC better know about it I make your girlfriend hoe about it I make a muh'fucka know about it; somebody better tell him Cock it back, hit a lick wid it Keep it workin drop a brick wid it Off the block, serve a nig wid it Whip a brand new whip wid it Apartment flow, you ain't know? Look here lil girl it come equipped wid it She freaky deaky lick her lips wid it She thick thick wid it Jump, stump, twist wid it Make em make em make em scrap wid it Tear da club up, champagne campaign wid it Party people do your thang wid it I get to it y'all; I get the funds then I split wid it A natural born money maker nitty-grit wid it Ha? I get rich y'all Chorus (Cee-Lo) Ha.. boy I done bought D's wid dis Big bout-it Benz car keys wid dis Condos in the Cancun summer breeze wid dis And you know, doin good fo' sho' I'm gettin rich too hollerin out Calhoun know Nigga; nickeled and dimed and did dirt for dis Do a show and sweat up my good shirt for dis Snap back to toast I'll haveta hurt for dis So when I get me a lil' bit I'ma wear my shit and if I lose it, I ain't gon' cry about it I ain't no dummy god damnit I ain't about to die about it But fuck wid me though, I'll let a few fly about it Don't test me boy, because I about it! So I'm the major money maker, motherfuck these niggaz Keep yo' eyes on amounts, accounts and some bankers Get high, get fly, til you get it, gettin by Don't switch get krunk get drunk get rich (T-Mo) From the bottom to the top now it's hot; keepin it heated People about to see they chasin after cash in the ass Suckers crash on the blast from the past Goodie Mo.B. Backbone and OutKast, whatchu think this was, black? Take your sorry ass watch me blow, turnin my lyrics in the flow This is how it go, and it go, perfect picture paintin Million dollar hold in the Cascade, in the shade Well I'se gon' get paid to dis, and find a wife to dis I'm bout to cut, like a knife to dis and find dat, and find dat, top top, we get rich to dis, yeah! Chorus (Big Boi) The Goodie they call me, they wanted a player to bust to this I'm takin this thang, slow slow motion just can't rush with this We all in the family, what have we, I think we done found a freak hoe People all in my wallet hopin to frolic we gon' see hoe just hold up; you know my pockets swoll up I'ma let you suck my dick to meet your quota and you're fine, kinda shorter But I made this money before you got a Toyota and Explorer And when I'm off in the mall gettin fresh, I'm gon' ignore ya Look at the earrings, the gold chains, the diamonds around my neckpiece The leather suede snake Elizabeth all up on my left B Hoe look at all these emeralds and these rubies and my gold teeth Thinkin a nigga spiritual tryin to build but you don't know me See there's more than meets the ear so we can ball that's if we chose to Move back I'm droppin the top and yes it's mine and gul it's new too (Khujo) Sign yo' grill wid dis Canary yellow bowlin ball silk drawers wid dis Crushed velvet diamond cut, y'all get wreck wid dis (Gipp) Tonight, Gipp get woozy Might step outside and might catch me a floozie Some loozy double-stitched hoochie Y'all chase records while we chase coochie (Kuhjo) The realest Down South hot two, in your face like kabuki Get krunk, don't be no lame brain top bankhead Props, I'm prayin wid dis (Gipp) Boys on the ave, flood shots to dis Girls in the club flirt out to dis State your name baby and get rich to dis Chorus (to fade) |
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(Virtual Vicky)
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob To a game of ghetto laser tag When they say 'What it is' You scream 'What it ain't' (Left Eye) (Big Gipp) (Battle zone, Goodie) 1999 (Yeah) TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob) The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G (What'cha wanna do with it?) What it is, what it ain't (What?) Either you bring it (We gon' bring it) Or you can't Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there (Sometimes) But we get by (Well what'cha wanna do with it) One day at a time (T-Boz) Stuck on me at waffle house After 1:12, when I go out Where do you hang? Or do you slang? Or wear a chain? Wear platinum rings? I still maintain my ghetto siren Keep my pride Get in my ride Twenty-inch rims I sport a brim And when my girls Go to the mall Around the world And keep the change The finest things We still remain so ooh (Chili) You don't even look from across the room You don't know enough about this world to Ever get it on with me Or hang out where I do You don't even look from across the floor You don't have game enough any more Come up on a girl like me And that's not a possibility cause (T-Mo) You big plastic girl I'mma big boss man I like old model cars and big sedans You like two doors Frontin' their clothes and Rolls Or sit on the porch sip something real cold I like the nine when you up and not O's I do suits while you prefer the lows Tonight I'mma choose cause you already chose Grown for the business and I run to flow (TLC) Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money (Cee-lo) Check it baby So ghetto like hot fries I come from Melvin and resemble Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got 32 loads Went from two O's to 32 loads Which is enough to buy a Roll But nobody knows Stay in my place Keep my diamonds out of your face You wanna be with this player You got play at my pace I'm slow but I can still come over there from where you're from If you want some bullshit you better buy you some (Chili) You don't even look from across the room You don't know enough about this world to Ever get it on with me Or hang out where I do You don't even look from across the floor You don't have game enough any more Come up on a girl like me And that's not a possibility cause (Khujo) Shorty with your booty showin' Shorty with your gold teeth Shorty with your long nails Shorty with your fake hair Shorty got the attitude all up in the news To represent the Nineties girl Doing it oh I need to I got the back you got the front That's how we do up in the woods With the bump on the log, ain't no scrubs over here I'mma ghetto millionaire, can you see me in the clear? I'mma keep on serving 'em like I'm supposed to baby (TLC) Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money 1 - (Goodie)(TLC) What it is (What it ain't) What it is (What it ain't) Repeat 1 (7x) (Left Eye)(Big Gipp) Uh-huh, yeah, what? Don't be suffocating my pockets While I'm recitating these topics Like where your g's, where your loot? And you lookin' real dumb when you get the boot What it is? My road to me come from some of the hardest of streets We custom navigate to the club With some of the hardest of beats What it ain't Is you sleeping with all the shit I've been through? Cause I'mma keep doing all the things that I gots to do (I'm ghetto) Uh dammit I'll put your ass to work (I'm ghetto) Comb your nappy hair till it hurts (Big Gipp) Oh what I'm saying Stop using the rope take 'em real off these streets Or you might hurt your throat You know you ghetto When you don't show up at court For not paying your child support Are you too bossier for me? You act like you too good to eat At Church's, Popeye's, and Arby's I shop at Walter's Bright Creek In a mall with Steve and Deke I hang out at Bankhead You prefer Buckhead Your favorite color is hot pink I love that gangsta red (TLC) Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money Repeat 1 (4x) (Big Gipp) We'll stop here *Laughs* Yeah, I lost one |
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Verse 1
[Cee-Lo] Ummm. This particular song right here is dedicated to the black woman. And this don't pertain to all black women, some of yall disrespect yallselves cause you don't know who you are in the first place. This is out of common respect for all women period. Word up. Like this song, yo. I'm quite single, and occasionally I mingle, but aside from all the rest, She sparks my interest. No ma'am I don't know you, Just offerin the common respect I feel I owe you Also, some conversation, companionship, common ground and common sense, There's no such thing as coincidence, and, me finding you here And I really hate screamin in yo' ear, so some other time, ok? I wait everyday, Hello this the caller you told from a couple of days ago, You sound tired, forgive me if I call you too late, But what better time to relate mind state? Where can I begin, hasn't anyone ever told you you got beautiful skin? You're more than welcome, what do you desire within? I just wanna be, there's no need to put titles on you and me Those are limitations, livin in under our only obligations Equality, honesty, independence, intelligence. Emotional, and devotional, humbly seekin to hear God when He's speakin. At one time my mind couldn't conceive, a woman had to dress a certain way to believe. But in the same breath, allow me to say, that If you believe young lady, you wouldn't dress that way, and I, Was attracted to yo' class, I couldn't see all yo' ass, and I was very content, You deserve every compliment, now, Remember our indifferences make up the same, you got to have the game, Or you ain't gone be able to take care of yourself. And love, when I look at you, I see my reflection. So I offer my love, affection, and protection. Shawty, you dead fine, but the bottom line is, You still my sister. Hook Well I said you're my beginning my end, You're my sister, lover, and friend God is your light from within It shines, from your beautiful skin. What they say bout you ain't true There's no me if there is no you I hope that you understand You got to respect yourself before I can Verse 2 [Big Gipp] I met you in Yawnew, saw you again on Marietta, downtown Atlanta, Checkin yo' long legs got me smirkin, fixed me dinner one night Candles lit, kinda thought you was slick in the beginning But it turned out you wouldn't lie, looked me in my eye I listened, sucked it up, pushed on, we made amends Both sides clicked, true friends. Since then Years done gone by, brought a baby girl into this world Made her parents grand folks, household with no pork. Took care of ye, you, me, when she got put out on the curb Closer than the skin on the back of my hand, through the thick and thin We can win, beautiful black skin. Hook Verse 3 [Khujo] No need to compete with the music loud, or StaffCo. But on the scale of 1 to 10 you a 12. I chose her over jail and hell, originally from A-T-L. [T-Mo] Compatible souls come together under bad weather To discuss distrust amongst the so-called good in every wo-man How I wish this was true, I deal with facts only, already done cloned me While I sing the blues with there's only one God that's watchin over our every step I need this help when I'm walkin, lookin for the right female, I can't tell sometimes They tell me the devil's comin humble in his approach Spontaneous quick to game, he tried to not eat, of a girl fallin for the O.K. Let the pistol smoke the one who lived by, die by, Is horror of how a relationship can be [Khujo] I rolls the dice, takin a chance, and crappin out, like today, Bun, I lost one over the best hips Natural thick lips, no animal fat implants, wide load. Just started working at the airport, 19 years old, worth more her weight in gold But it was all my fault, so don't cry, I was stained If down the line I want you back and the feelin ain't mutual, Just promise me you'll find a new man that's bout some business Hope she find what her was lookin for, like a Treat or Martin I wanted to be more than friends Beautiful Black Skin. Hook (X2) I'm runnin outta breath in here. He heh. |
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| 4:50 |
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This for the soldiers (soldiers)
Stay strong my niggaz (gangsters, players) Stay up my niggaz (real niggaz) Verse One: T-Mo Leavin the cut in a rage Loadin up my Mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge One of my boys just got shot, huh Fuckin around, in that million dollar spot A educated brother Didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge Part of the plan to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man Every two weeks I see Sam pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn Becaause I GOTTA make my dough My kill, rocked down, til I started seein cash flow Everything happens for a reason, choose the season to commit the perfect treason Who brought me -- to the land, of unfree man To move about and catch trout, by the dozens Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real, how can you kill another when it's your brother? Still Standing Verse Two: Gipp I never thought about, talked about what I did Just experimented life as a young Gump Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo' Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck Feelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary If I ever had to plot again, needin my stick ?Gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew? Nothin else to prove, fold a plot like chrome Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room Speed, Gipp got that too Watch that dude, inspect that fool, Still Standing Chorus: all together Unscathed, cause this is pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to play Still Standing, unscathed, cause of pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to play Verse Three: Khujo On the sick side, of South Central 33rd Avenue, block 600 Workers have wash and car details The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered They beseiged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creeps Y'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckers slippin on wet floors, we puttin out the signs on krokers, C-I, T-Y, such a pity Bein suckled dry, like a newborn on his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty True to cellulite with big ?room pesquite? on the porch Poundin, like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin Zoned out, off the ink, for life Goin through time and metal detectors, I can't take my weapon And I can't be no dope dealer Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up with them keys, locked in the fo'-do' Backseat drivers havin out-of-body experiences Wakin up, somewhere else... Still Standing Verse Four: Cee-Lo Yeah.. Each and every element that exists in this universe is manifested from a thought first Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and I This most loved invention, my conciousness is an extension of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn from your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising of children who end up dead before hearing what you said And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born Young minded, and blinded in those days; I didn't want to have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh And if they did, don't get all arrogant cause that's my kid Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo' And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and casettes And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten The life cycle starts all over again And I was granted this music as my soulmate, to procreate and give back what I was given, a life worth livin And I, am Still Standing, unscathed Pain is for suckers to feel MC's are running out of things to say, and radio stations running out of songs to play, shit! We Still Standing, unscathed And pain is for suckers to feel, huh And MC's running out of things to say... |
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[Cee-Lo]
Uh huh, one time. Yes suh, yes suh Verse 1 [Big Gipp] Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise? With two slices of toasted bread on a napkin Straight up nuts with this country drawl It ain't no reason, look here boy, ain't no fuckin flaw I didn't go to bed without my lucky bear claw See I'm a rest, uh, look in the bloom like a mushroom in the jug under hot lights Crystalize so nice when I think twice. I love long summer nights Four record deep, and I still get stage fright. Small towns to the big city night life. Hook If you don't like what I say, Fly away, fly away. If you don't like where I stay, Fly away, Uh huh. Verse 2 [T-Mo] There's a Ghetto in every city (know dat) politicians (slangin) slurs hoppin the natural urge Ain't no runnin from niggas, everywhere you go, drinkin alcohol, ready to call Earl, It's your world black man. Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth Affordin legal houses so when a scene like the hand is took Then documented it in his book how these niggas shook the world with the hook, Now they back like Jack in that red Cadillac Verse 3 [Khujo] Now git, don't let the doorknob hit you where the good Lord split you, off pair of rooms, too That you so gone off that'that PCP, that thought so letting another man sample your wine Host your mind, like the color pink rubbin elbows with the wrong folks Makin kin bruise they skin, secretaries terminated after seein' her boss pack fudge Dirty men need to do more than bathe, ha. How's about burned at the stake like the rest of them sodomites, even though you had beautiful kids and a wife, he still went both ways Ain't no due process for boys that become girls or versa vice'a Field niggas control this, then the hollow-point tip on this gay-rights activist, A ghetto gang we all familiar with, now how many licks did it take to get you where you is today? Fly away (fly away now) Hook Verse 4 [Cee-Lo] Yea, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south, some of these niggas still think we soft. And I swore I wouldn't never write no rhyme like this, but now you startin to piss me off Huh huh huh. Oh yes yall, Shawty he got that silky southern drawl. E'ry tooth in my mouth got gold on em all, I'm is slum And we don't want to bad blood, but it is some, it is some. Nigga think he got, a better mind frame than me, nigga really think he got mo' game than me. Ole, make me sick, nigga think you slick, uh fuck around and make me click like a magic trick Eh heh heh. Cause I'll do yo ass wrong bout me, we so deep, and quick to stomp a nigga to sleep, and uh, we don't like to kill, but we will. Ooh Lord, this south is sho' nuff trill, now shit, When we on your side of town we don't ask why, We abide by the rules that yall live by. And see you welcome to come, you welcome to stay, but any disrespect, We will make yo' ass fly away. Hook |
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| 4:28 |
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Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz', you know me, givin' me left hand dap P-funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain "X" marks the spot twain, O.C. the cut layin' a stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly - think, but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin a buzz in you ear "It's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel - 254 Today was good to me I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water Half these figures around me be hollering Newt Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254 Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where tha fuck I'm going, I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag... Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore takin' what I say for what it's worth It don't matter cuz how I feel might be triggered From thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky why try so hard If all I'ma get is spit on Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin on shit But some of these folks is gettin rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind... Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split yo' ass up for real Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax Are being made by Organo-i-z-e Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin paid For chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to do To come thru your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp Ha, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth I smile because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike L And Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day Ooooh shit!! |
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hook
I.C.U do you see me, I'm staring at cha' (x4) (Khujo) Before you got on, I could a hear a pins drop Maybe make me wanna clean out your clock Go in your socks, confiscate your knot Cool you off, because you think your hot, when your not Fools on the block, will take your hand, brigettes and rocks And your watch Can't wait until you come through One more 'gain so they can empty your bins Check your chin, don't try and be my friend Get close and then attempt to do me in Niggas know you'll spin, we can get on that Henn, eyes shut Huh Can't touch We don't care nothing 'bout you doing ten, up in the pen We ain't finna be mothering 'bout nobody Cause we motherfucking grown men hook (x2) (T-Mo) Whats on your mind at this time Chilling fine, sip back on wine Everything dope and scoping mine Like its yours, opening doors to a future you can see Really, Dungeon Family crew'll legendate No catching guard presence in Southwest And everybody who believe we the best and never gonna stop Never gonna change, try to stay focused Still running with the same crew since 82' All I gotta do to ?convince kids is say you'll all get big too? hook (x2) (Big Gipp) How you doing miss thang Better yet should I say miss queen I saw you in the corner, and you was looking off Your smelling classic baby I'd like to hold it snug Lets cut a rug and split this scene and strut up out this club I be 'bout strictly business I make it better, get it better than the last dude Where I hang ain't no drama momma I reserved the bed behind the curtains Keep it wet, keep you stuck, all up on the jewels And keep you seeing colors like on the wall at MJQ hook (Cee-Lo) Sugarpie... You wanna know how a nigga from the gutter ghetto so butter-fly Its really on, and really I want is a moment alone Baby please, it ain't your cheese, and ??? I'm interested But thats on low-low, but I'd love and die til' the morn' Every word that I'd heard her say it really inspired me But I'm only staring cause I like what I see But I know that you probably got a girl, and already in love Maybe next life-time you'll be free hook |
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Yeah, better believe that slick
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah I Thought you said you was the G-O-D sound like another nigger to me, ha ha, yeah I thought you said you was the G-O-D sound like another nigger to me, shit What a nigger do, what a nigger does and a nigger is what a nigger was and a nigger done read history but yet his eyes didn't see the only reason you a nigger is because somebody else wants you to be well a nigger uneducated, intergrated, singin' "We shall overcome" A nigger trying to be white is what a nigger seem like have become and when they call me a nigger to my face' can't do nothin' but walk away but here it is niggers call other niggers niggers each and every day dividing and conquering when they say the lighter shade of black is okay after the middle class and they passin' by the project land where we stay since a nigger had got grown, had a little bitty of nigger of my own should've known I couldn't show 'em no better what I was showin' Shit, I could've hit the club as fresh as I could be really, all for another nigger to see you know how a nigger get when he see another nigger outfit don't want nobody to have what he ain't got somebody get drunk, get mad, and get shot that why the property value ain't no good in a nigger neihborhood a nigger could overstand if he only understood I'm sick of lyin' I'm sick of glorifyin' dyin' I'm sick of not trying, shit I'm sick of being a nigger destiny sent me to this dread and she said she felt led to offer me some wisdom from this notebook she read and it said that right then the black man's downfall was not know that we were not ever niggers at all, hmm and she looked deeply into my eyes and said brother don't you know you complain about being black, when they mad coz they can't be black no mo' so many black men out here trying to be niggers keeping it real to the point that they dying to be niggers when in actuality the fact is you ain't a nigger because you black you a nigger cause of how you act but, you don't want me to tell you the truth, so I'ma lie to you make it sound fly to you huh, huh, you don't wanna hear the truth, so I'ma lie to you make it sound fly to you, shit The nigger experience the nigger experience has been stated, it was created The nigger experience |
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Lord it's so hard, living this life
ah constant struggle each and every day Some wonder why I'd rather die than to continue living this way Many are blind and cannot find the truth cuz no-one seems to really know But I won't accept that this is how it's gon to be Devil ya got ta let me and my people go Cuz I wanna be free Completely free Lord won't you please come and save me Cuz I wanna be free |
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