Hip Hop The Collection 2 [compilation] (2004) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Pump p Pump Pump
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
(Just Blaze)
We gon' do it like
(Uuh, uuh, uhh)

Verse 1:
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on
More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on
Roll up like that stank and get it on
Slank that fitted on, came to get it on
Hold up she want work that, twork that
Then again lemme hurt that, murk that
Til ya gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out
Boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back
(And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up
She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut
(Uuh)

Chorus:
Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang
C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang
Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up

Bridge:
I see some haters grillin'
I see some ladies chillin'
I see that girlie
I've been plottin' to get
She can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p Pump Pump it up

Verse 2:
OK, we was leaving we was done
Then she said "Can my people's come"
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not
And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put ya mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey will change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin' the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin' bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, whatchu want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is j j j jump off
j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

[Intro]
Stand Up! Stand Up!
Stand Up! Stand Up!

[Chorus:Ludacris and (Shawna)x2]
When I move you move ( just like that?)
When I move you move ( just like that?)
When I move you move ( just like that?)
Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!

(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(When I move you move) just like that?
(Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!)


[Verse - 1]
How you ain't gon' Fuck, bitch I'm me?
I'm the GOD Damn reason you in VIP
CEO you don't have to see ID
I'm young,wild,and strapped like Chi-Ali
BLAOW! we ain't got nothing to worry about
whoop ass let security carry em out
watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless
Feels like a midget is hanging from my neckless
I pulled up wit a million trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh!
Pass the bottles, the heat is on
We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech and Chong
What's wrong?! The club and moon is full
And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull
one sure shot way to get em outta them pants
Take note to the brand new dance,like this

[Chorus]

[Verse - 2]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something
Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks
But where the fuck is the waitresses at wit my drinks?!
My people outside and they can't get in
we gon' rush the back door and break em in
The owner already pissed cause we sorta late
But our time and our clothes gotta coordinate
Most girls lookin right some lookin a mess
That's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress
But Louis Vuitton bras all over ya breasts
Got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh
C'mon we gon party tonight
Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life
DOn't be scurred,show another part of your life
The more drinks in your system the harder to fight!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Stand Up! Stand Up!
Stand Up! Stand Up!

[Verse - 3]
damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down
Get us out so someone can gun us down
we was two songs away from getting some cutta
Now we one song away from tearing da club up
Move over! Luda got something to say
Do it now cause 'tomorrow' ain't promised 'today'
work wit me! Let;s become one wit the beat
And don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Stand Up! Stand Up!
Stand Up! Stand Up!
Stand Up! ( just like that? )
Stand Up! ( just like that? )
Stand Up! Stand Up!

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, shorty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday!

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But, homie, ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cut, that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit' a few shells, but I don't walk wit' a limp (I'm ight)
In the hood, in L.A, they saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla, in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm full of focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex I, ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my jaws get to bumpin' in the club it's on
I wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me 'cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up
Or we go upside they head wit' a bottle of bub
They know where we fuckin' be

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look, mami, I got the X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either, nigga,
But I lo chupe a junior, yeah

In the club all the time, nigga, it's about to pop off, nigga

G-Unit

Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah

(Chorus)(50 Cent)

I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn

(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy
My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold
Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show
In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga
He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin,
but the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum
Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one.
On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin
so the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah
I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
cause i already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers
Already figured out what to do with all my features
decorate the basement, full of street sweepers.
When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us,
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw
I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt!

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know
Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go

(Chorus)

[Intro: Murphy Lee]
Hahaha, yo, yo, yo, yo
You never met a nigga like me
Yo yo, have you ever seen a little dude
Who be doing what I do?
Uh huh, yo whoo!
Let's get at it dog, whoo!

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
Now what goes up, must come down (shiiett)
But we ain't comin' down, it be them same ole' clowns
Aimin' ya pound pretendin' they proud
But when you leave town they go around they runnin' they mouth (maaann)
They somethin' like a hata man
Talkin' bad about a playa as if I'm not gon' see ya lata man
You constantly frontin' until you confronted on
If you don't like what's goin' on gwoin to another song
Cause I keep a haa guilty
My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?)
From skimpy and empty to fuel on full
See I be high when my car go Bulls
Obey no rules to school you fools
Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (maann)
St. Louis like Louis D. Miles and Larry Hughes
And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[JD:] But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)
[ML:] See I don't need no fuckin' hook on this beat (Shiieet)
All I need, is the track in the background
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'ma rip

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
The sun'll come out.. tomorrow
And I will never have to borrow
Got my first car when I turned sixteen
Only drove it home outta town limousines
Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell
So we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sell
Haha, I stay on my own melodies
Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letta 'B'
That's how it be, how it betta be
I preferably ratha have two or three girls in the bed wit me
Close your errs [ears] ma you ain't heard nothin' (whaa?)
I always pay ma let a brotha hold somethin'
I'm basically comin' from nothin' to somethin'
When I say nothin' meanin' pocket full of lint and buttons
(We all we got!) Used to be creative on Halloween (how you gon'?)
Stop a hotta teen went from nada to a lot of things

[Chorus]

[Verse: Murphy Lee]
People always sayin' man it must be nice
No hi no nothin' not a simple house life
Understand the money's good but I'm still from the hood
So don't be askin' for no "inch" be expectin' the "foot"
Unless you want a foot (whoo!)
I know a few crooks that can place you where you need to be put
And it might not cost me playa
Got a Benz peppa interia, paint salty playa
And we all push it, but me I push it real good
Brains blown out, chromed out, wheel real wood
Catch me on ya local derrty
Or in the studio doin' vocals derrty
I'm the same dude that came through wit my crew
Let the girls do me while you do you
And um, all I need is JD beat to be bangin'
And I'll come up wit these verses that I'm usually slangin'
I be ripping man

[Chorus - to end]

Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Can I turn you on by my word's spell?
Look into my eyes think I want you, can't tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards
so I give 'em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the do-rag
Slang, spit game, change speech,
how they do that?
Watch they mouths drop,
watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face,
smash on and knock out
Ain't changed game game around me,
I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty so be it,
I'm supposed to change
Like simple,
dizzy broads ain't messin' with my mental
Natural born hustlin' bitch check
what I've been through
Got mine took it from you,
and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit,
dawg I ownin' dot coms'
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Yo, yo I can understand why
you're scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way,
ain't prepared for me
Huh, mad cause an image I don't care to be
Realness, real shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I
Need me in the game,
I'm the thrill in your life
Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall,
I grow 'em chest hair
Why you listenin to other shit?
You go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty,
I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you aint ready
and you get left there
Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my behavior,
Same way they get down
I get down for this paper
Sixteen lean from my pence
so you can test her
Still need to know
who I am then cop the record
Take it like a class on me
and learn the lesson
Bottom line my world,
my way any questions
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Uh, yo power moves is made everyday
by this thorough bitch
I'mma get this bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to shine while most
of y'all was borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me,
you cats is clueless,
Dispose the flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from
my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash,
fuck what you bought her
He spend, you owe,
that's what mommy taught her
All ball is played, won't starve today
Song after song I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn't followin' up
with the second round
Now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down
Make em love me over again
and over your name
Betcha they get over your style
and over your fame
Why you lookin sad at me, I ain't the blame
Back to plan B baby I can feel your pain
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Who's that girl?
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Eve's that girl
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

[Young Chris + Neef Talking]
Where the ladies
You can feel me
I wanna be your mother, your father
Your brother, your sister
Your everything

[VERSE 1]
[Young Chris rappin']
I think i might wife her
You know, powder blue rocawear suite
White nikes (uh)
My niggas like her
She been with me through the grind
Girl you put in that time like been liferz
Got tight, use 2 hookey and chill
She tight, plus she cook up a meal
Had the hook up for real
More headaches and stress cuz a child involved
Itz all good cuz our sex be my tylenol
Best baby doll of all
Shit the rest of you childish broads
Give me the sex then i'm tired of yall
So find the next to provide for yall
I got my babygirl
Plus she bout to drop my baby girl (off)
Forget about all the rumors you hear girl
A newer life is soon to be here girl
And cant nothin fuck up that
Gotta fuck with that
Cant find a better love than that

[CHORUS]
[Rell singin']
Dont stop givin me your lovin
Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin
I wont give it up for nothin
(cuz there's no better love)
Girl you got me goin crazy
You got me thinkin bout you baby
Could you be my one and only lady
(cuz there's no better love)

[VERSE 2]
[Neef rappin']
Comin up i thought cupid was stupid
Only two loves, my family and music
Fallen through somethin, jus couldnt do it
It was the beginin of time
And you was like nine but god damn you was fine
Use to stay on my mind
When i was out on my grind
Open up the bags when im choppin my dimes
There in the spindell
Stood by me from the windows
Popped up mad shit with me and got me rentals
Sick with the plastic, what can i say
Bitches hat around the way i had a lady, they
Gossipin, watchin him, runnin back
Moved up north, kinda fell of track
Still my peoples though
Love when i see you though
Once a while, might call
Jus to chill, might ball
Forever my dogg
Even when i downfall
First in line whenever chicks is envolved

[CHORUS]
[Rell singing']
Dont stop givin me your lovin
Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin
I wont give it up for nothin
(cuz there's no better love)
Girl you got me goin crazy
You got me thinkin bout you baby
Could you be my one and only lady
(cuz there's no better love)

[VERSE 3]
[Neef + Young Chris rappin']
We the youngest in charge
So leave them other scrubs
We give you better love
The same time its tough
Baby i feel the same as Neef do
Spit the game as he do
You can take to
Aint no need to bring your peoplelingere see through
She got it goin on
Oh thats Cant Stop, Wont Stop
We got them goin home
We got them all alone
Jus us, nobody's wrong
Im ahead if you give head
We do our jobs at the mall

[Rell singin']
Every since the day i saw your face
My mind told me
You were the one that was down (for me)
And baby when i get laced
Im gonna do what you want, i'll be there (truelu)
So dont you let a thing
Turn you away from the love you need (my dear)
I dont wanna play
Around with you, cuz i know i found lovin right here

[CHORUS]
[Rell singin']
Dont stop givin me your lovin
Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin
I wont give it up for nothin
(cuz there's no better love)
Girl you got me goin crazy
You got me thinkin bout you baby
Could you be my one and only lady
(cuz there's no better love)

[CHORUS (until fade)]
[Rell singin']
Dont stop givin me your lovin
Cuz my hearts been racin for your lovin
I wont give it up for nothin
(cuz there's no better love)
Girl you got me goin crazy
You got me thinkin bout you baby
Could you be my one and only lady
(cuz there's no better love)

Uh, ah, uh ah
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ah ah ah ah
Check it out
Flipmode Squad '98
Raw Deluxe, check it out y'all

I be the street hit
The brotha yo momma freak wit
Put yo people on if y'all know how to keep a secret
When I get money ya know I like to keep it
How I get money ya know others are tryin to peep it

Flipmode, be the winners ya wanna form a team with
The big money figures to plot da scheme with
The brothas who be used to gettin money frequent
The ones who I'd always measure up my triple beams with

Until they start takin my people to the precint
But dats all back in da day yo, that ain't nuttin recent
Cuz now we see women we like to speak with
Eat with, lay 'em down and sleep with

Type of woman who make a brotha wanna keep it
Shorty be so exotic she lookin decent
Lotta corny niggaz who be offerin whack free shit
I can't hold the heat no more, yo I gotta release it

CHORUS 1:
What y'all gonna do? Don't we always comin through, me and my crew
Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

To all my dogs dat stay bloody, well around in the 500, all day
Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

Now everytime I meet a sucka dats frontin, it's aight
Gettin money and everybody want it
Smoke a big blunt, get all fucked up
Fall on da floor, gotta call my X-500

Iceburg 5 where you at??
"No need for alarm, right now I'm cruisin' to the sound of my enhanced cd-rom."
Hurry up 5, things are about to get thick
I see dis cat away behind my back about to do a stick
"Tell me where you at, I will be there in 10 seconds flat, I got your back,
I'll be there just in time to counteract."
Sometimes I might even forget my crew, my X-5 bulletproof, I turbo boost,
and blast through da ceiling in da roof

Comin through, hittin you, and knockin out other sucka's tooths
Full speed ahead, like we runnin a toll booth
Produce more flavour then Veryfine juice
Call a truce on me and my people and let loose

CHORUS 2:
All my ladies in da place to be, gettin money while they next to me, lemme see
Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)

All my people just wave yo hands, gettin money all across da land, one time
Lemme hear ya say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!) Say "FIRE IT UP"! (FIRE IT UP!)
C'mon

Release the heat, we lettin loose to the extreme
Me my Iceburg X-5 bounce from da scene
Recline my seat, rock to da beat
Lyrical artist, microphone scarred up in da heat

Blow up da spot we be hittin, know what I mean?
Got you hoppin yo people up like caffeine
Flyin guilloutine, seein everything on my little computer screen
From here to Phillipines

Keep it movin, we never run out of gasoline
Gas me, your arson, but lookin kerosene
Me and my five be runnin the mission you never seen
Hot shit, makin ya fuckas forever fein

Anyone of you comin, you better come clean
Hit you with a dose of rhyme amphetamine
Got your eyes all bloodshot, ya need visine
People in Wylin, I think you need to wreak da sirene

CHORUS 1 & 2

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left
'Cos I've been blasting and laughing so long, that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone


But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but i gotta loc


As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight.

Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise (repeat)
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat)


The getto situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams


I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta set tripping banger
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool
Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away,
I'm living life, do or die, what can I say
I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24
The way things are going I don't know

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat)
Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat)

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cooking


They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't, I guess they won't
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool

Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat)
Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat)

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me

(fade out)

I Ain't Mad At Cha

Change, Shit,
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of ya'll niggas to get up out tha
hood
Shit, I'm with ya
I ain't mad at cha
got nothin' but love for ya
do your thing boy

Yeah, All the homies that I ain't talk to in awhile
I'm a send this out to y'all
know what I mean ?
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha
heard all of y'all
tearing up shit out there
Kickin' up dust
givin' a mutha-fuck
Yeah, niggas
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

Now, we where cnce two niggas of the same kind
quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You were just a little smaller
But you still rolled
Got stressed to Y.A.
And hit tha hood swole
remember when ya had a jheri curl
Didn't quite learn
On the block
With ya glock
trippin' of Sherm
Collect calls to the tip
Sayin' how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now
No more dope game
Heard you might be coming home
Just got bail
wanna go to the Mosque
Don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie
He's a changed man
Hit the penn
Now, no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money
All you see is the struggle
When I tell ya, I'm livin' large
you tell me, its trouble
Congratulation on the wedding
I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life
And that's no bullshitin'
I know we grew apart
You probably don't remember
I usta fiend for your sister
But never went up in her
And I can see us after school
We'd bomb on the first mutha-fucka
with tha wrong shit on
And now, the whole shits changed
and we don't even kick it
got a big money scheme
And you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart
You were the same mutha-fucka bad
Go toe to toe when it's time to roll
You got a brothas back
And I can't even trip
cause i'm just laughin' at ya
You tryin' hard to maintain
And go ahead
Cuz, I ain't mad at cha

(Chorus -- Danny boy)

oooowwwwww
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha

We used to be like distant couzins
fightin', playin' dozins
whole nieghborhood buzzin'
Knowin' that we was wasn't
Usta catch us on the roof
or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitz
remincin'
On all the time we shared
Beside
Bumpin' n' Grindin'
Was nothin' on our mind
In time we learned
to live a life of crime
Rewind us back
To a time
Was much to young, to know
I caught a felony
lovin' the way the guns blow
And even thou we seperated
You said that you wait
Don't give nobody no coochie
While I'll be locked up state
I Kiss my mama good bye
Wipe, the tears from her lonely eyes
Said, that I'll return
But I gotta fight
The bitch that ride
Don't shed a tear
cuz, mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trails
and no more smiles
for a couple a years
They got me goin' mad
I'm knocking brothas on their backs
in my cell
Thinkin' hell
I know one day I'll be back
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl i'll be there
so prepare
to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it
But I'm just laughin' at ya
Cuz, you is a down ass bitch
and I ain't mad at cha

(Chorus -- Danny boy)

I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(but your a down ass bitch, and I ain't Mad at Cha)

Well guess who's moving up ?
this niggas ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it
Hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to alot
Ten Karets the spot
He went from a nobody nigga
to the big man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity
Addicted to move a key
most hated by enemy
Escaping the luxury
See, first you was our nigga
But you made it
So the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you
while you faded
In the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off the bomb
Hopin' we can make it
To the better dayz
Cuz, crime pays
And in time
You'll find a rhyme
That'll blaze you'll feel the fire
from the niggas in my younger dayz
So many changed on me
So many tried to plot
that I keep a glock
beside my Haaand
When will it stop ?
'Till god return me to my essence
Cuz, even as a adolecents
I refuse to be a convelecent
So many questions,
And they ask me if i'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto
So I ain't real now ?
They got so much to say
But I'm just laughin' at ya
You niggas just don't know
But I ain't mad at cha

(Chorus -- Danny boy)

oooowwwwww
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(Hell naw, I ain't mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(and I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
(I ain't Mad at Cha)
I ain't Mad at Cha
nooooo
I ain't Mad at Chaaaaahhhhh

COMMIN' OUT DA SLUMS!!!
It's da hoodlums
I'm pullin' my gat out on all you bums
So bring it on when you wanna come fight this
Outlaw, I'll kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill
Kill, I'll bust that grill
Grab my gat, and load up the steel
And if you wanna get drastic
I'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic,
Synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar
Headed down to da Mexican border
Smokin' that smellie, Northern Cali,
Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley
Ho, hum-Hear the gat come
Boooooommmmmm!
Let me see what you'll do when you're sent to kill a man
But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"We ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"We ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
"We ain't goin' out!"
We ain't goin' out like that
"We ain't goin' out like that!"

I'm high strung
Click I'm sprung
'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum
Where I'm from the gats'll be smokin'
I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin'
Know that I come with the static, erratic, .45 automatic
Screamin' at ya-the red lights beamin' at ya
No need to run after the punk-ass who'd run up to my crew
Dig the grave for the one who got played
Now he's under
Don't make me wonder why 'cause you'll testify
We ain't goin' out like that

I got to thinkin' "What the fuck is this?"
Lettin' you know I take care of business
Can I get a witness?
To verify when I'm to bring this style
That makes you ecstatic
Tragic, when I get a poof of the magic buddha
When I roll with my crew
I betcha one time can't find my hooda!
Hits'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled (I don't know this line)
Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle
Pulled to da curb
So we exchange a few words
But he got me stirred up
"Ought not to grab the handcuffs.
I'll huff-n-puff-n-blow ya head of!"
We ain't goin' out like that

EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!!


(Final Speech)
Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back
This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit
Yo and I'm talk this damn rappa
Eat a bowl a dick up, there ya go my man over here
You can eat a bowl o' dick up too
Anybody else need from runnin' away
Yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!

1st Verse
Baby ! This ain't your typical, everyday, 1 night thing, it’s a physical imma love love callin your name, go on jump in the range it's all over I just really wanted 2 hold ya again your composure you gone love this before it's all over she's rockin my necklace you gotta expect this gone get a cause if you ain't know men & woman go together poppin my collar partner who in the spot, baby "Rule" in the spot, and the mug on the watch ugly!, half these girls hate half them love the ones that hate only hate because they can't thug me and they say I’m lucky you think I got time to spend all this doe and do all these shows or flight in the La Matage in white robes, Uh-oh, another episode.
2nd Verse & 3rd Verse
Chorus: Do I Do- To all my thugs that be living it up, we say, what I do. To all my ladies that be giving it up- what you do, To all my thugs that be living it up- What do I do, to all my ladies that be giving it up My love for you!
Ladies just wanna hold the name Ms. Atkins that's why they show love with more passion than average, & I ain't mad at you, never leave you alone cause it's on when I'm home like it's on when I'm gone, we both grown, both got minds our own, plus we hit off at first sight like Love Jones, been through many zones. Baby, love her yo hate her though from pretty woman that do, you know, the RULE be living it up, and got all who love me giving it up, I like a little Ooh baby, baby, how cute are you, with a mind that reads complexual, I drive a stick I'll ride right next to you doing donuts and cuts than I'll open it up. On the freeway hand on the wheel foot on the clutch. Rule baby never givin it up.
We get live, we get right we get live, live your life
Chorus
So Sexy, I Just want you next to me, your whole vibes on me especially, cause ain't nothin but a inc. thing baby, I know the world is going crazy, I wanna feel your passion, cum when you ask me, laugh when you crying, cry when you laughing, but ain't nothing happenin, home girl got a little uptight turned off the light and started laughing, the radio blasting between me & you, but you ain't on the low, with that freak things you do, thought you knew, what I do! You know I know what you do, It ain't a good night if you don't act right, like Teddy P, let's turn off the lights, and let me love you down till the son comes out. Takin not times out baby let me find out
Chorus 2x