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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 |
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| 4:27 |
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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... |
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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] |
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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] |
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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) |
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[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] |
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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 |
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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) |
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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 |
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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] |
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[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] |
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[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 |
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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 |
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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...) |
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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 |
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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... |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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