Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

Bum bum be-dum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum be-dum bum

What`s wrong with me

Why do I feel like this

I`m going crazy now


No more guessin`, the red(Can`t even get it started)

Nothing heard nothing said(Can`t even speak about it)

I`m alive, i`m ahead(Don`t wanna think about it)

Feels like I`m going insane Yeaaa
It`s a thief in the night to come and grab you

It can creep up inside you and consume you

A disease of the mind it can control you

It`s too close for comfort



* Put on your break lights You`re in the city of wonder

Ain`t goin` play it nice


** Watch out you might just go under

Better think twice They`re trained to follow the alter
So if you must falter be wise


*** Your minds in disturbia It`s like the darkness is the light

Disturbia
Am I scarin` you tonight?
Disturbia
Ain`t used to what you like

Disturbia, disturbia
Bum bum be-dum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum be-dum bum
(x2)

Faded pictures on the wall(It`s like they`re talkin` to me)
Disconnected, no call(The phone don`t even ring)
I gotta get up or figure this shit out
It`s too close for comfort ohhhh

*반복
It`s a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind it can control you
I feel like a monster ohh


* 반복

** 반복

*** 반복


Release me from this curse I'm in

Tryin` to maintain but I`m struggling

If you can go Think i`m gonna ahhhh

mm mm

the american dream... mmm mmm

and you know what i mean ahh...
baam baam

radio killa... ahh

should beat the track up like gorrilla...

ahh ahh!

yeah we be up club,
i see her do her thang,
i might wanna' rap,
but she'll make you sing,
i was on her, she was on him,
she all up on ma thang,
put tha thang on her hip
she atl papa, don't know how to act,
she left for one song,
and came right back,
grindin on me, (the best tonight?)
her man started muggin',
he could see it in my eyes,

[chorus:]
lil' mama so hood, (i love your girl)
lil' mama stay fly (i love your girl)
wife beater with the denim
(i love your girl)
she keeps them heels on high,
(i love your girl)
man look at shorty roll,
(i love your girl)
man, look at shorty go,
(i love your girl)
(i'm sorry i gotta be up
on your wild girlfriend?)

[bridge:]
and she runnin' fingers through her hair,
tryin ta call her over there but she like, f**k!
that nigga!
she drop it down to the floor,
i'm sayin shorty you should go,
and she like f**k! that nigga!
call it in b, i want her on me,
all up in my head, now she in my bed,
i, iiiiii, iii

me and lil shorty in the back,
talkin' bout dis diss, talkin' bout dat dat,
got her on patron?, she actin' all bad,
girl chose me, don't be mad.
kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club,
the way she rock that, got the boy in love,
and i pray that y'all ain't serious, cause seriously shes on my dick.

[chorus:]
lil' mama so hood, (i love your girl)
lil' mama stay fly (i love your girl)

wife beater with the denim
(i love your girl)
she keeps them heels on high,
(i love your girl)
man look at shorty roll,
(i love your girl)
man, look at shorty go,
(i love your girl)
(i'm sorry i gotta be up
on your wild girlfriend?)

[bridge:]
and she runnin' fingers through her hair,
tryin ta call her over there but she like,
f**k! that nigga!
she drop it down to the floor,
i'm sayin shorty you should go,
and she like f**k! that nigga!
call it in b, i want her on me,
all up in my head, now she in my bed,
i, iiiiii, iii

oh, iii, ehh, ehh, oh, iii

the american dream...

usually, you won't see me hate,
on another dude,
ma got me up
and get willin to separate you
from ya boo,
but she on me, and i'm on her,
we walkin' out the club, shawty what's up,
mm i want her in the worst way, plus i just found out that it's her birthday

[chorus:]
lil' mama so hood, (i love your girl)
lil' mama stay fly (i love your girl)
wife beater with the denim
(i love your girl)
she keeps them heels on high,
(i love your girl)
man look at shorty roll,
(i love your girl)
man, look at shorty go,
(i love your girl)
(i'm sorry i gotta be up
on your wild girlfriend?)


[bridge:]
and she runnin' fingers through her hair,
tryin ta call her over there but she like,
f**k! that nigga!
she drop it down to the floor,
i'm sayin shorty you should go,
and she like f**k! that nigga!
call it in b, i want her on me,
all up in my head, now she in my bed,
i, iiiiii,

part of me feels so bad, but ooh!
not that bad.
situation got you mad,
i would be too, cause damn she bad.
damn she bad, bad, bad, bad,
damn she bad, bad, bad, bad...

yeahh... heh... heh...

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'

Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes

[Chorus]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished
I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows

[Chorus]

It's time to spend my thrills 'cause I'm spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that Yayo
Steady slangin' Yayo, my Chevy bangin' Yayo

[Chorus]

Guess who's bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream I was cooking them o's
Like horseshoes I was tossin them o's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
I'm emotional
I hug the block
I'm so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So what's realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense

[Chorus]
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin' doing my thing
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my collar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing

By 18 the hard way
Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Now who the fuck want to play with guns
A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog
That shit ain't fun
So I suggest that you don't play with my chain
Or I'll send these hollow's at you
Let them play with ya brain
The streets is watchin'
The name is warm
The products white
A star is born
Pimpin' I'm so fly
I take this parachute off
I might fall and die
Wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town
Call it safe sex

[Chorus]

Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it
Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard
More than a street legend, homey it's hova
More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer
The Mariano of the Marriott, ah
If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out
See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue
Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model
A bad influence got the world drinkin gold bottles
When puff was in that tub spillin mo'
I was at my video, cris' on the speedboat
In my lifetime nigga, go through your research
St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first
Chrome shoe'd the gs, I came feet first
In the game like a baby boo on the breach birth
I got the keys if you need work
I can kingpin you a line, the diamond of time (uhh)
My niggaz love it when I talk like this
My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this
The corporate thugs is like, "Nah hov, talk that shit"
The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy jay-z
See I'ma '80s baby, master
School of hard knocks, everyday is college
You ain't did nothin I ain't did, nigga pay homage
Or pay the doctor, I sprayed lami's
Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest
Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check
They say the truth shall come to the light
So everybody grab your chains cause your boy that bright

[Chorus]

I need to recruit all the soldiers
All of God's soldiers
We at war...
We at war with society, racism, terrorism
But most of all...we at war with ourselves

(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
(Jesus walks with me, with me, with me, with me, with me)

You know what the mid-west is?
Young and Restless
Where restless (niggas) might snatch your necklace
And next these (niggas) might jack your Lexus
Somebody tell these (niggas) who Kanye West is.

I walk through the valley where the shadow of death is.
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it ... it's kind of hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah yeah now check the method.
They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us
Saying We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast
Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit what's the basis?
We ain't going no where but got suits and cases.
A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis.
My momma used to say only Jesus can save us.
Well momma I know I act a fool
But I'll be gone til November. I got packs to move I hope.

Chorus (2x)
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
(Jesus walks with me)
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now.
(Jesus walks)
And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong
(Jesus walks with me)
I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long
(I want Jesus)

To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the scrimpers...
(Jesus walks with them!)
To the victims of welfare feel we living in hell here, hell yea...
(Jesus walks with them!)
Now hear ye hear ye wanna see thee more clearly
I know He hear me when my feet get weary
Cause we're the almost nearly extinct
We rappers is role models we rap we don't think
I ain't here to argue about his facial features
Or here to convert atheists into believers
I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers
The way Kathy Lee needed Regis that's the way I need Jesus
So here go my single dawg radio needs this
They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, videotape
But if I talk bout God my record won't get played
Huh?
Well if this take away from my spins
Which will probably take away from my ends
Then I hope it take away from my sins
And bring the day that I'm dreamin 'bout
Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out...

(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
(Jesus walks with me)
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now.
(Jesus walks)
And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong
(Jesus walks with me)
I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long
(I want Jesus)

[Ludacris] + (Sandy Coffee)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Say it (make love to me)
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! What? (fuck, meee!)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same
Cupid's the one to blame - say it (make love to me)
I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night
You gotta do it right - what? (fuck, meee!)

[Verse One]
They want it nice and slow, kiss 'em from head to toe
Relax and let it go - say it (make love to me)
They want it now and fast, grabbin and smackin ass
You gotta make it last - what? (fuck, meee!)
Together holdin hands, you out there spendin grands
And makin family plans - say it (make love to me)
Don't have to straighten facts, don't want no strings attached
Just scratches on your BACK - what? (fuck, meee!)
Ex's ain't actin right, and you so glad to fight
Dinner's by candlelight - say it (make love to me)
She got a nigga whipped, down to ya fingertips
Tryin that freaky shit - what? (fuck, meee!)
Turn on some Babyface, just for your lady's sake
You call her babycakes - say it (make love to me)
Know how to mack a broad, she's on your sack and balls
You call her Jabberjaws - what? (fuck, meee!)

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
You bout to buy a ring, she needs the finer things
Gucci designer frames - say it (make love to me)
Purchase a nasty flick, wrap up and tie her quick
Know how to drive a stick - what? (fuck, meee!)
You both unite as one, you the moon and she's your sun
Your heart's a beating drum - say it (make love to me)
You better not of came, she want to feel the pain
Then hear her scream your name - what? (fuck, meee!)
Follow this DICK-tionary, you're both some visionaries
Then do it missionary - say it (make love to me)
I hear 'em call da wild, and do it all the while
Doggy and FROGGY style - what? (fuck, meee!)
You in between the sheets, lickin and eatin sweets
And what you find you keep - say it (make love to me)
You do it standin up, orgasms hand 'em up
Y'all just don't GIVE A FUCK - what? (fuck, meee!)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
You wanna tell the world, cause she's your favorite girl
Your diamond and your pearl - say it (make love to me)
Nobody has to know, just keep it on the low
And meet 'em right at fo' - what? (fuck, meee!)
Nothin but fights and fussin, plus there's a lot of cussin
Just grab ahold of SOMETHIN - say it (make love to me)
Y'all do that BAD stuff, she like it rammed up
Ropes and HANDCUFFS - what? (fuck, meee!)

[Chorus]

Chorus:
See my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin while I'm with u
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you
See my days are cold without you
But I'm hurtin while I'm with u
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you

Baby, I don't know why your treating me so bad
You said you love me, no one above me
And I was all you had
And though my heart is beatin for ya
I can't stop crying
I don't know how
I allow you to treat me this way and still I stay

(Chorus)

Baby, I don't know why ya wanna do me wrong (do me wrong)
See when I'm home, I'm all alone
And you are always gone
And boy, you know I really love you
I can't deny
I can't see how you could bring me to so many tears
After all these years

(Chorus)

Ohh,
I trusted you, I trusted you
So sad, so sad
What love will make you do
All the things that we accept
Be the things that we regret
To all of my ladies (ladies)
Feel me
C'mon sing with me:

See, when I get the strength to leave
You always tell me that you need me
And I'm weak cause I believe you
And I'm mad because I love you
So I stop and think that maybe
You can learn to appreciate me
Then it all remains the same that
You ain't never gonna change
(never gonna change, never gonna change)

(Chorus)

Baby,
Why you hurt me?
Leave me and desert me
Boy, I gave you all my heart
And all you did was tear it up
Looking out my window
Knowing that I should go
Even when I pack my bags
This something always hold me back

Artist/Band: ja rule
title: put it on me

Ja Rule: where would i be without my babayy?
the thought alone might break meee... and i don't
wanna go crazy. but every thug needs a ladaay.

girl it feel like you and i been born together, inseparable,
get your chain on for pleasure. for that, you'll forever be
part of me.. my body and soul. ain't no "I didn't win." BABBAYY.

when you cry who wipes your tears? when you scared who's tellin you
there's nothin to fear? girl i'll always be there. when you need a shoulder
to lean on, never hesitate. know when you can call on.. it's on me, and vise-versa.
that's why i be the first ta see Jacob, frost your wrists up. now ya owe meh.
i know your tired of being lonely.. so baby girl put it on meh.

*chorus* (2x)
where would i be without you? (uhh)
i only think about you. (yeah)
i know your tired of being lonely.. (lonely)
so baby girl put it on me. (put it on me)

Vita: YO, and i appreciate the rocks and gifts
that you cock me baby. And that house on the hill
when you drop like 80. On the downpayment, thinking
"damn ain't life gravey." and ever since for my hunnie
i've been twice the lady. what would i do without the
nites that you kept me warm? when this cold world had
a whirl caught in a storm. and i accept who you wit when
you caught in your wrong. and respect when you flip cuz our
love is strong. and when you hit the block, i watch the tin
fall. and when my popps was asleep.. snuck in the back door.
babyboy, we been down since jr. high. so when life get hot
in july, it's the world against you and i. be ballin, tied
together and never part from the heart.. knew that it would
last forever. when you told mehh you would never leave me
lonellyy so babyboy put on me.

*chorus*

Ja Rule: since sweet bananas, it's been you and i. a tear
for a tear, an eye for an eye. and you know that my heart
gone cry, if you leave me.. lonely. cuz you not just my
love.. you my homie. who's gonna console me? MY LOVE. I'm
outta control.. hold me MY LOVE CUZ I'M YOURS. and i don't
wanna do nothing to hurt my babygirl. if this was our world,
it'd be all yours babbayy. the thought alone might break mehh.
and i don't wanna go crazzayy.. cuz every thug needs a ladayy
YAY-YEAHHH..

AH. feelin you babygirl, them eyes ain't lyin. wash away all
the tears. there'll be no more cryin BABAAY. and you complete
meeh.. and i would die if you ain't with mehh.. so
babygirl put it on mehh.

*chorus* (4x)

Girl I know this
might seem strange
But let me know if
I'm out of order For
stepping to you this way
See I've been
watching you for a while
And I just gotta let you know
That I'm really
feeling your style
Cause I have to know your name
And leave you with my number
And I hope that you
would call me someday
If you want
you can give me yours too
And if you don't well
I ain't mad at'cha
We can still be cool cause
I'm not trying to pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin bout you
You ain't even really
gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up
hang out just chill
Damn I'm surprised
that you called
Cause the way you walked away
I thought I wasn't
gon see you no more
Since you didn't
wanna give me your name
I thought that
you were iggin' me
And wasn't diggin' me
But anyway what you doing tonight
I'll probably be with my peeps
If it's cool with you
maybe we'll swing by
And you can just chill with us
Or you can just chill with me
long as you're comfortable
And you feel secure
when your with me cause
I'm not trying to pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin bout you
You ain't even really
gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up
hang out just chill
Oh oh baby yeah
Maybe we can oh
Go and see a movie girl
Or maybe we can hang out girl
Whatever you wanna do
Just let me know
It's up to you
I'm not trying to pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin bout you
You ain't even really
gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up
hang out just chill
I'm not trying to pressure you
Just can't stop thinkin bout you
You ain't even really
gotta be my girlfriend
I just wanna know your name
And maybe some time
We can hook up
hang out just chill

This is the f**kin shit I be talkin about
Half rappin' ass mothaf**kers
You think it's a game? You think it's a f**kin GAME?
Come on uh uh uh
Come on uh uh¡­
What'cha really want
What'cha really want what
D M X uh uh¡­
Come on Ryde or die

Ay yo ay yo ay yo
What's my name? DMX and I be the best
You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest
One more time I'mma spit at you some shit
That's gon get at you be f**kin with your mind, stop talkin shit
'cause you out there runnin' your mouth
And really don't know who you f**kin with
Here we go again
How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas?
I have no friends you still actin up
Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get f**ked
The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever
Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real
Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel
I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through
Whenever you try to creep through

[CHORUS] x2
D-M-X
If you want it we got it
Come and get it nigga we wit it
All you gotta do is set it baby
Ryde or die
What'cha niggas want, uh, uh
What'cha niggas want

You still playin games
You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name
That's how we do ¡®em
Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through em
Never comin' back


Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga
(alright)
No more deaths
'cause in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left
Bust my gun
If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one
Dog for life
We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night
Stop drop
Open up shop (what?)
Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops
Ryde or die
What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye

[CHORUS] x2

Look at all these off brand niggas
Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's
That's that bullshit
Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit
I'm not a nice person
I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start
cursin'
I stay flippin'
One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin'
That's my style
I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile
Suck my dick
And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick
Let's get it on baby
I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy?
I've lost my mind
And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time

[CHORUS] x4

D-M-X!

[CHORUS]

[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters
My boo
[Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy
[Fox] Right
[Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na
[Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit

Verse One: Foxy Brown

Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, till it hurts
Got em sprung, let em know I'm like a Icee
for the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies up in here, what?
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
Chick in a, off white pearl six
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
It's on

Chorus: Dru Hill (with variations)

She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)

Verse Two: Foxy Brown

Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why I got no time for hoes
It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, bout to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah
for the paper rip a hot track
Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on

Chorus

Verse Three: Foxy Brown

Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock Perotta over Chanel
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when I told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on

Chorus 2X

[Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s]

[E Dub] Microphone check one two
Aiyyo you ready to get down man?
[Red] Yo whateva man
[E Dub] You ready to get drunk as fuck?
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] You you sayin somethin?
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Aiyyo
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Check it Kool V

(I keeps it bangin keep it swangin
Mike type of sangin) Ohh la la la! (So what cha sayin)

Verse One: Redman, Sermon

Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial
(So what cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aiyyo, can I be SWV?
You the One nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin
So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin
Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in
But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin
I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches
that's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog
(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this

*woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)
[Sermon and Red harmonizing]

[Red] Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to knock this nigga out?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to start this shit off?
[E Dub] Whateva man

Verse Two: Redman

I smoked with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes
Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher

[Red] You ready to roll this weed up?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to rob this niga?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to fuck bitch?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to guzzle this liquor?
[E Dub] Whateva man

(E Dub harmonizing again

This is how we do it
This is how we do it

This is how we do it

This is how we do it
it's Friday night
And I feel all right
The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40
and I turn it up
Designated driver take the
keys to my truck
Hit the shore cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say
Monty yo we made it
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot
about the drive by
You gotta get your groove on
before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw
your hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed and
it's all because
This is how we do it
South Central does it
like nobody does
This is how we do it
To all my neighbours
you got much flava
This is how we do it
Let's flip the track
bring the old school back
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an OG
mack or a wannabe playa
You see the hood's been good to me
Ever since I was a lower case G
But now I'm a big G
the girls see I got the money
Hundred dollar bills all
If you were from
where I'm from then you would know
That I gotta get
mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a 64
Whatever it is
the party's underway
So tip up your cup and
throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
I'm kinda buzzed
it's all because
This is how we do it
Ooh South Central does
it like nobody does
This is how we do it
To all my neighbours
you got much flava
This is how we do it
Let's flip the track
bring the old school back
This is how we do it
I'm kinda buzzed
it's all because
This is how we do it
South Central does it
like nobody does nobody does
YNV SCC all my homies
I'll never come wack on an
old school track
Check it out
Once upon a time in 94
Montell made no money
and life sure was slow
All they said was 68 he stood
And people thought
the music that he made was good
There lived a DJ
and Paul was his name
He came up to Monty
this is what he said
You and OG are gonna make some cash
Sell a million records and
we'll make in a dash
Oh I'm buzzing because
This is how we do it
South Central does it
like nobody does
This is how we do it
To all my neighbours
you got much flava
This is how we do it
I'll never come back on an
old school track
This is how we do it
I'm kinda buzzed
it's all because
This is how we do it
South Central does it
like nobody does nobody does
Oh it's party time
This is how we do it
Straight up comin from the West side
This is how we do it
OG's got the flava
This is how we do it
And Monty doesn't like nobody doesn't
Come on now
Def Jam you know what it is

Basically, can't fuck with me

<i>[Verse One:]</i>

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

<i>[Interlude: Booster]</i>

And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)

<i>[Verse Two:]</i>

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
<i>[horn sound of car racing by]</i>

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Outro:]</i>

I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

You motherfuckers
(So??) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe

(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)

SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
Well here's another one WHAT!
In the gutter one WHAT!
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double
I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that I'm cheating.
And where's everyone
when I sound YA gwan now yeah
I'm gonna show you how come on
ALL AND TOGETHER NOW!
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
YEAH!
That's how we gotta be
so stop trying to beat loud
as me cause you can't do that
Think about the payoffer
so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On Line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep
and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on break his sign
Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his
criminal lickin' buck my eye,
Oh my god I'm so high
Just they say a Rodney
say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm the mean nasty grease
smashing ever slow gashing Ooohh
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing Aaahh
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult un-rated un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! You forgot, you're not ready
You're head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
I'm the plonic sonic
UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS
The villian JUU, crooks UUU,
hot midas in confide us.
See the big jerk put you look inside us,
My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic
Directin' it
When y'all least expected it
And thought it was safe
ONYX hit you in the face so,
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
I'm a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone
before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, Polluted
Onyx is heavyweight
And still undisputed!!
He took the words right out my mouth
and walked a mile in my shoes
I've paid so many dues,
I feel used and abused
And I'm.... so confused
umm, excuse me, for example
I'm the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation
And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers
Its straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!
I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst
Comin thru wit a scam, a fullproof plan
B-boys make some noise,
and just, JUST SLAM!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys!
SLAM

Greg Nice)
I gotta funky funky rhyme with a funky style
I gotta funky funky rhyme with a funky funky style
I gotta funky rhyme... wit a funky funky style
I gotta funky rhyme... wit a funky funky style

Pete's rickety rocket was my favorite cartoon
After marriage the honeymoon
I'll be damn gag me with a spoon
Who loves Popeye, Alice the goon
Ladies let your body flow
Send a chill up your spine like an eskimo
Here's a backstage pass to a funky show
Come give me a kiss under the missle toe
Greg Nice, my lifes like a fairy tale
Orca, was a great big whale
I knew a fat girl who broke the scale
You won't tell, I won't tell
Clientele I must excel
Took a little test, I passed then failed
Breaks... HUH, no need to hit'em
Skins, ya got 'em - I wanna get wit 'em!

(Chorus)
Nice & Smooth is funky
Also hip-hop junkies
All we wanna do...
Is Unh Unh and you...

Nice & Smooth is funky
Also hip-hop junkies
All we wanna do...
Is Unh Unh, oh yeah

(Smooth B)
Yo, I gotta funky funky rhyme wit a funky funky style

Funky rhyme wit a funky funky style
Funky funky rhyme wit a funky funky style
I gotta funky rhyme wit a funky funky style

Got outta my about eight
And then I called Greg Nice cause it wasn't too late
To get some skins and come around the block
Cause man, my tip is harder than a rock
He said bet, so I let
Greg Nice call this girl named Annazette
Annazette, the teacher's pet
You sure shes gonna come on this set
He said Smooth B don't you fret
My twive is on his way yo, quite as kept
The tall slim, fly kid with dope steps
Yep, coming with a box of hats
Yo Greg Nice is that girl all that
He said Smooth B the skins is fat
I don't beg cause cause I'm not at begonia
I dress warm so that I won't catch pneumonia
My rhymes are stronger than ammonia
I'm a diamond, you're a cubic zirconia (repeats & fades away)

(Chorus) x5
Nice & Smooth is funky
Also hip-hop junkies
All we wanna do...
Is Unh Unh and you...

Hit me
Going, going, gone
Now i dialed 9-1-1 a long time ago
Don't you see how late they're reactin'
They only come and they come when they wanna
So get the morgue enbalm the goner
They don't care cuz they stay paid anyway
They teach ya like an ace they ain't be betrayed
I know you stumble with no use people
If your life is on the line they you're dead today
Late comings with the late comin' stretcher
That's a body bag in disguise y'all betcha
I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch ya?
With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya
They are the kings cuz they swing amputation
Lose your arms, your legs to them it's compilation
I can prove it to you watch the rotation
It all adds up to a funky situation

So get up get get get get down
9-1-1 is a joke in yo' town
Get up get get get get down
Late 9-1-1 wears the late crown

9-1-1 is a joke (
)

Everyday they don't never come correct
You can ask my man right here with the broken neck
He's a witness to the job never being done
He would've been in full 8 9-1-1
Was a joke cuz they' always jokin'
They the token to your life when it's croakin'
They need to be in a pawn shop on a
9-1-1 is a joke we don't want 'em
I call a cab cuz a cab will come quicker
The doctors huddle up and call a flea ficker
The reason that I say that cuz they
Flick you off like fleas
They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees
And to the strength so go the length
Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth
You better wake up and smell the real flavor
Cuz 9-1-1 is a fake life saver

Chourus

Ow, ow, 9-1-1 is a joke

Let's all sing, pop goes the weasel

Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel
I see the empty pocket needs a refill
I got a squad with a list of complainers
I should have started rape, rappers against phony entertainers
So we can make it known that we won't get swayed
It's ninety-one son, so somethin's gotta change

Gettin' paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop
(Pop pop pop)
Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop
(Drop drop drop)
Why not take your top ten pop hit
Fix the music and make senseless rhymes fit?

I guess it's the fact that you can't be artistic
Intricate raps, becomin' so simplistic
I gotta strong mind, it doesn't have to be spoon-fed
And I can read what doesn't have to be read
So some stay illiterate and feeble, legally licked
You go the ways of the weasel
(The weasel)

Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
(Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop)

Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
(Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop)

Hip-hop, got turned into hit pop
The second a record was number one on the pop charts
For those that get on heart that got a spot in the ghetto
Let no one forget about the hard part

Now in ninety-one we got a new brand, a new band
Lookin' like the same old Klan
Same old thieves that skeez so we gotta make sure
That real rap has got to endure

Why score all my points in one period?
Appearin' in complex structure like a pyramid
The paper for the media presence
Ya learn lesson from the face of false legend

Stop vexin' on the skills, ya ain't originate
The thin ice you skate upon will break and set ya straight
Ate up on the plate, now who's diesel?
Not the weasel, not the weasel, pop goes the weasel

Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
(Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop)

Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
(Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop)

Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it
Ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it
Aiyyo, I came from Cali, and they hooped it, they hooped it
But now you're getting sued, kinda stupid

Boosted tracks get slaps, ya got no haps
To reach all four corners of the map
For kids in Kansas to those who speak Spanish
Doin' crazy damage so the wack gets banished
Can't manage the truth until you buy a way

Ya ain't quick so ya switch off the exit from my highway
To rest but a crook, had to take a second look
Ever heard of a chef who can't cook?
But the minister prime can lay laws
Hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go for yours

Goes for mine, I goes for mine
Find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine
On line like the search in the hoody with the woody
Get a disc or tape at Sam Goody
Why'd ya run through the doors some left open?

Ropin' off the scenes of the crime smokin'
I got pub and I'ma nut like a scud see
Blowin' up like I'm throwin' up a beef patty
Sell-outs run 'bout like the measles
No cures 'cause pop goes the weasels

Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
(Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop)

Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
(Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop)

Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
(Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop)

Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
(Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop)
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel

Here we go,
Once upon a time not long ago,
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin' like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash,
Robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?",
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
Then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead",
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the lil' boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I have end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast(?).

Good night.

When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
Telling me I need a girl who's as sweet as a dove
for the first time in my life, I see I need love
There I was giggling about the games
that I had played with many hearts, and I'm not saying no names
Then the thought occured, tear drops made my eyes burn
as I said to myself look what you've done to her
I can feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels
all I know is that I'll never dish another raw deal
Playing make believe pretending that I'm true
holding in my laugh as I say that I love you
Saying amor kissing you on the ear
whispering I love you and I'll always be here
Although I often reminsce I can't believe that I found
a desire for true love floating around
Inside my soul because my soul is cold
one half of me deserves to be this way till I'm old
But the other half needs affection and joy
and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy
I need love
I need love

Romance sheer delight how sweet
I gotta find me a girl to make my life complete
You can scratch my back, we'll get cozy and huddle
I'll lay down my jacket so you can walk over a puddle
I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair before we eat
kiss you on the cheek and say ooh girl you're so sweet
It's deja vu whenever I'm with you
I could go on forever telling you what I do
But where you at you're neither here or there
I swear I can't find you anywhere
Damn sure you ain't in my closet, or under my rug
this love search is really making me bug
And if you know who you are why don't you make yourself seen
take the chance with my love and you'll find out what I mean
Fantasy's can run but they can't hide
and when I find you I'm gon' pour all my love inside
I need love
I need love

I wanna kiss you hold you never scold you just love you
suck on you neck, caress you and rub you
Grind moan and never be alone
if you're not standing next to me you're on the phone
Can't you hear it in my voice, I need love bad
I've got money but love's something I've never had
I need your ruby red lips sweet face and all
I love you more than a man who's 10 feet tall
I'd watch the sunrise in your eyes
we're so in love when we hug we become paralyzed
Our bodies explode in ecstasy unreal
you're as soft as a pillow and I'm as hard as steel
It's like a dream land, I can't lie I never been there
maybe this is an experience that me and you can share
Clean and unsoiled yet sweaty and wet
I swear to you this is something that I'll never forget
I need love
I need love

See what I mean I've changed I'm no longer
a play boy on the run I need something that's stronger
Friendship, trust honor respect admiration
this whole experience has been such a revelation
It's taught me love and how to be a real man
to always be considerate and do all I can
Protect you you're my lady and you mean so much
my body tingles all over from the slightest touch
Of your hand and understand I'll be frozen in time
till we meet face to face and you tell me you're mine
If I find you girl I swear I'll be a good man
I'm not gonna leave it in destiny's hands
I can't sit and wait for my princess to arrive
I gotta struggle and fight to keep my dream alive
I'll search the whole world for that special girl
when I finally find you watch our love unfurl
I need love
I need love

Girl, listen to me
When I be sittin in my room all alone, staring at the wall
fantasies, they go through my mind
And I've come to realize that I need true love
and if you wanna give it to me girl make yourself seen
I'll be waiting
I love you

My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way past 10
My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
But I couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cos I play everyday, even on the subway
I woulda got a summons but I ran away
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio

Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
Cos I make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's def when my record's on
So get off the wall, become involved
All your radio problems have now been solved
My treacherous beats make ya ears respond
And my radio's loud like a fire alarm
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed
And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes

If it's a Malibu beat subject of discussion
Malibu beat subject of discuss cussion
You're motivated vated to aid a percussion cussion
There's no glo glory for this story story
It it rock rock in any territory tory
I syncopate it and design it well well
Beat elevates vates the scratch excels cels
All techniques are a combination
of skills that I have, thought narration

Last year my melody, but still complete
Providing musical energy for the street

s are smooth for maximum effect
Jump track patt-erns on cass-ette
Time-time snare had bass and cymbal
Like that of a cat on the mic I'm nimble
Ba-sic patterns, grouped and changed
Se-quence fre-quent, seek and gain...
break... break... for narration

Break two... break two...

I'm in the center of a - I'm in the center of a
musical skinner; some say the skins is a blow of torture
They hear me, they fear me, they hear me, they fear me
I'm improvin the conditions of the rap industry
The beat will expand, to land on foreign lands
Germany, Italy, France and Japan, it'll
give you a lift, no need to sniff
No butts no how's no why's or if's
It's you I defeated, they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower
I need a beat-beat...

Doing-doing dirty, I'm your-your thought
You're bein-bein taken-taken, the musical boom
I'm in full trating your eardrums
Increasing the rate of vibration
I wanna rock ya-rock ya, that's all you need to know-know
I need a beat, is the title of the show-show
Providing-providing pleasure on the musical measures
All-all arranged, to alleviate pressure
I'm up on your list, your party thera-therapist
Beat programmer and lyri-
ist
Ladies Love Cool James, studio user
A million or more screamin people abuser
I predict, this jam will hit
The highest plateau in the world of music
Paparazzi, wealth and fame
The total propulsion, of my name

I need a beat..

Computer wise, and the engineer's eyes
have to be very acute, education level high
The product is mine, beat on the rhyme
The control was part of the studio design
Track after track, culminating on wax
The tape has slack, rewind then back
Expensive but useful, the music is the fuel
A perfect place for MC's to duel...

I need a beat... Farmer's Boulevard...
Ha-Ha... Queens! Ladies Love Cool James!
Cut Cre-ator