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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
Put up your lighter
Party, all night, fiesta, forever This be a party, for the whole world Travel cross seas like that girl We in the mind altering thangs Couldn't leave it alone, we offered it a loan Watch the porch jump straight to the ceiling Hear the party drums beat for beat So, some want us to leave, but they want more, the time came to sang Peace, they brought the rain, to wash away the pain So we all can party in the streets Well, I don't know about you But we all trying to play dumb But don't you worry about me I promise you we gonna get free Just party Party, all night, fiesta, forever See your eyes be burgundy, and your body drop Don't even look at your clock, ?skeet on your vest? Or get up and watch the hands fly, in the middle of December I wash the wife-beaters, heaters on full blast With some ?? we like scavengers circling your block While you do that your ?paper drop? You better hop jump and skip, before we dip Because we falling through you, like the Bloods and Crips Gotta close your eyes and start dreaming Everybody life got a little meaning Got to spread your wings and start flying If you living don't be worrying bout' dying Just party Party, all night, fiesta, forever Whether fast or slow, face it, pace it and let yourself go Might not get a chance to do it no mo' Let the music take your mind, leave the worries of the world behind Oh, such a beatiful sight for the blind It remind me of a celebration One nation under one rule Its that you ain't got nothing to prove Ohh, let the music move you, and sooth you, like its supposed to Love is life, life is worth loving Party, all night, fiesta, forever T-Mo cuts the record down to the bone And now we back rapping on the microphone I say signing autographs for little kids delight me We can't help but be some stars in the shining night See I was raised in the SWATS by my mom and pop To be a cold little brother that you can't stop On top of the charts, I'm a ladies man The type of brother with heart, weak suckers can't stand Cause I wanna be free, hear my spirit it's the clearest Can you hear it in the gospel I came down here cause I gotta believe Don't follow me, I say I need someone to take me to the Rave Party, all night, fiesta, forever |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
[Gipp]
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh.. Yeah.. All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok in the Chinese kitchen, switchin up on my shoe wear How we get down, we blew down, nigga big bank style Sit and chill a while, wait a minute yo we blows big nigga Sip on bottles with funny names, holla holla Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain and watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang [Cee-Lo] Listen here -- I got a book that you should read It's about me, and I suggest that to any nigga who doubt me it will correct you, affect you, it will make shit clear Now switch to the next nigga with that bullshit here Keep readin -- it will also say that if you, disrespect, anything up in this way that will guaran-tay an awesome array of gunplay, okay? This is Carlito's Way, all day [T-Mo] Shake it shake it shake it shake it hang out all night and don't stop until the DJ quit spinnin what's right Everybody sweatin gettin closer and closer, be shoulder to shoulder Bouncin, bouncin, we tipsy, danceflo' is slippery But we groovin, keepin this bitch movin Provin, we bang in this game watch my chain hang [Khujo] Back and forth, back, and forth ?? style, whatchu know bout ridin out from the Kroger parking lot to the Paramount and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath uhh, fifteen eleven colossal I'm weighing in at a Knighton If you don't know nuthin else believe that it is some ol' real niggaz Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X) Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang or work a nine to five, just tryin to maintain, mayne Do your thang, mayne, it's all the same, mayne and let your chain swang, and let your chain hang [T-Mo] Lyric assassin while mashin they blastin come fast and scatter from every rational imaginal International region, under my seeds and, over these airwaves Manipulate the rhyme with my mind so it's good to grind through your speaker, this one's a keeper Like Ebenezer, it was his decision, to live his life through a tunnel vision, followed by the reaper who knows your past deeper, don't let him creep ya, from behind [Khujo] Before I was rudely interrupted, house fallin down but we straight, you should save yourself ?? It's rainin suckers cause they greed sickens me Poverty stricken, hand pickin, in the corner cleansin Lights out poor, slip and you nails hell Everythang for sale, be eat with they plastic Let's enhance it, I'll be good til Saturday Thick volume gravity [Gipp] We bout to mix and mingle, meet a match for the next single Money stashed away in jars like Pringles Keep it hard for the Tunnel, we make it bump for the 5 5 nina skull-cap boot-wearin renegade motherfuckers Throw yo' hands up, you give it up we give it back Yo, this is how we act when it's packed from the back Lady don't snatch, let my chain hang Everythang is everythang boo [Cee-Lo] Behold, the stolen soul, the ancient scroll The game of control, roll the Swisher swoll Open the gate away, lay to lay, I getcha gotcha greaterly Even when you hate me, you educate me So try to trill, I will take ya to the battlefield Crack your motherfuckin, windshield you better yield cause I got the right of way, night or day, alright okay This is Carlito's Way Chorus 2X |
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Chorus: Goodie MobWe peel out sideways (get rich to this)We do a hundred on the highways (get rich to this)Thank God for Friday's (get rich to this)Hey hey hey hey!! (get rich to this)We peel out sideways (get rich to this)We do
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
hookYou know how good it can be, if I took you home with meI know the mood is right, I don't wanna be alone tonightCome on lets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty, dipLets dip shawty(T-Mo)Can I get a
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street? Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete I'm gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin Mobbed out so they can't see me when I'm ridin They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy But at the same time I know these muh'fuckers wanna mug me Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha But I'll do years, if I bust these niggaz Keep point four-five calibers of chrome I'm, comin forth to carry you home I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost There's somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks These are actual facts, I ain't been in no actual car-jacks but let me tell you this, I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp Ridin with these two glocks, we gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks My nigga don't hate me, cause I ain't hated, but we related No one includin me, should be understimated But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without, at least 30 shots Cause I'm tellin ya, these Southern boys gon' get all they got I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ?? off the block before your carcass drop Can't share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle Ain't, barrin none hundred round draw Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick ?? Takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom Everytime son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears The world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate Y'all from the section where the straight shit, straight up off the top Block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp Shoot em from the hip, everytime I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin through the park on the weekend ain't no stoppin keep it dippin that's how we trippin Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the windows and my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks Lookin out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What? I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken, bout to start clickin Hoe better know who the true G's are, I'm the star, brand new car Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier Blowin composer, chief of that doja, told ya when I was older I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age Goodie Mo.B., doin they thang, I, pray, for, change and my players in this game it's insane, how this 'caine is bringin em pain, young'un doin time dyin by this grind A-T-L, fine this just how it's goin down And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
Now TLC will challenge Goodie MobTo a game of ghetto laser tagWhen they say 'What it is'You scream 'What it ain't'[Left Eye] (Big Gipp)(Battle zone, Goodie)1999 (Yeah)TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)The synergy of ghetto soun
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
I.C.U do you see me, I'm staring at cha' (x4) (Khujo) Before you got on, I could a hear a pins drop Maybe make me wanna clean out your clock Go in your socks, confiscate your knot Cool you off, because you think your hot, when your not Fools on the block, will take your hand, brigettes and rocks And your watch Can't wait until you come through One more 'gain so they can empty your bins Check your chin, don't try and be my friend Get close and then attempt to do me in Niggas know you'll spin, we can get on that Henn, eyes shut Huh Can't touch We don't care nothing 'bout you doing ten, up in the pen We ain't finna be mothering 'bout nobody Cause we motherfucking grown men hook (x2) (T-Mo) Whats on your mind at this time Chilling fine, sip back on wine Everything dope and scoping mine Like its yours, opening doors to a future you can see Really, Dungeon Family crew'll legendate No catching guard presence in Southwest And everybody who believe we the best and never gonna stop Never gonna change, try to stay focused Still running with the same crew since 82' All I gotta do to ?convince kids is say you'll all get big too? hook (x2) (Big Gipp) How you doing miss thang Better yet should I say miss queen I saw you in the corner, and you was looking off Your smelling classic baby I'd like to hold it snug Lets cut a rug and split this scene and strut up out this club I be 'bout strictly business I make it better, get it better than the last dude Where I hang ain't no drama momma I reserved the bed behind the curtains Keep it wet, keep you stuck, all up on the jewels And keep you seeing colors like on the wall at MJQ hook (Cee-Lo) Sugarpie... You wanna know how a nigga from the gutter ghetto so butter-fly Its really on, and really I want is a moment alone Baby please, it ain't your cheese, and ??? I'm interested But thats on low-low, but I'd love and die til' the morn' Every word that I'd heard her say it really inspired me But I'm only staring cause I like what I see But I know that you probably got a girl, and already in love Maybe next life-time you'll be free hook |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
(Big Gipp) You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon Leave your head rest maroon Drunk heavy in the side street saloon Til' I figured it out, to the 3rd degree I'm the milli in the meter I'm the gram up in the kilo I'm the wave up in the ocean The C up in the coast and The B up in the Boston So what you looking for or looking at now You ain't got what you gotta shake Caught it on the sidewalk fake I gets down, further digging down Hurt for the red dirt at the same time Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear hook My old hood could use a little rebuilding A better place for these ghetto children I ain't gonna let 'em take the O out my JOY Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy And these walls gonna come tumbling down These walls gonna come tumbling down (Cee-Lo) Well I remember when, I was slanging nothing but weed I ain't ??? round here that can't tell you about me Fortunately I done changed the way I used to be When so many didn't have an alternative to see Music saved my life and now I'll never forget it Thats why I try to glorify God with it But it still remains, its in my veins I know that I'ma sin, I just hope he'll forgive me again Okay, I'm right and wrong in the same day And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way And if I react, who was that guy to blame, hey You fuck with me, I fuck with you thats how the game played I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go Then I ain't got no choice no more Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case With 50 years to face I'm raising ghosts, I'm rebuilding hook (T-Mo) I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves And we blame it on them, but we stuck in the same frame Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond Hoping to run, but theres a gun, what could you really do Everybody new kicking the old ??? to the floor But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas Niggas moving G's, I'm on my knees praying god please A nigga just wanna eat and sleep With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids Doing the best I can nigga (Khujo) Shit, look who talking now You gots'ta crawl before you walk, Ohh don't follow to close Where I think you might stop We all can see that the grass is the same color on the other side of the fence Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up Every morning brother I gotta stay prayed up Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go Its just in case I get a chance to retaliate I used ain't have nothing positive to say Doing my little five minutes of fame Who done forget from which they came Acknowledge his name, Lord, you've been so good to me Better than I've been to myself Keep us in good health The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck But I gots'ta be strong, to defeat my enemies For the kill, MAC's in your side Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these childrens hook |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
hookWe'll I'm just gonna tell youWe ain't bout' that talking homeboy, we'll do itAnd all that acting you doing, we see through itFuck hollering and screaming lets get to it, lets get to it(Cee-Lo)Now I say my rap reflect the
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
hook ?Don't know why I'm folding? Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling(x2) (T-Mo) Enhance the game, but give me the benz While I send my word It's lightly packed ????? giving a fuck Bitch I gots to eat too While I catch up like Heinz On the hook for my family tree East to West to South is booted in this red clay And everyday I get up and work my ass to the bone So I can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods,to build I'm packing my steel too (Khujo) Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding Anything we riding in is stolen And you can tell when a nigga on round' here His neck and his wrists be all frozen You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing Out on the ave posing But you ain't no more good, like a used up trojan You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down We brang them guns, you tote them roses Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen Now here, put some ice on that Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up pick up pick up hook (Big Gipp) Hold up, wait up, Gipp swolled in here My eyes getting little and its hard to steer Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail And anything you got for me, just hold Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop See the veins never change, only part is in the name I ain't that old, wanna play me cold Wanna treat me like a ?wrangler? wanna snatch my gold See I was raised by a man, so a man you see Came up in the trailors of Fulton County Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners )From the street corners (Cee-Lo) Well when you looking at me make sure that I'm trapping and slowed down Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down Before I go any further, fool let me break it on down Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down YES SIRE! COLLAPSE AND GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes I kill So I guess I'm no better than the rest But I try to be Somehow these streets feel so fly to me I'm a get it right Lord "Cee-Lo, Don't you lie to me!" I hope this work here work me a way up out this Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy did the other day Damn |
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from Goodie Mob - World Party (1999)
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You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty Now when I saw you in the club, all I did was stare Intimidated by my golds and my long ass hair But I couldn't let you pass, and didn't even care I had to make conversation, and let you know this here Who am I, the well known T-Mo, represent the G Mo B Trinity to infinity Baby whats your name, where you came from Where you get your game from, I bet you learned a lot growing up Being a cute lil' thang, like to bang with the big dawgs Roll in the big hogs, 18, living life raw Little shawty was a dream Had to put up my dream my brother had You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty Well my dear, this here you can quote Carlitto will cut your motherfucking throat Left low, you can ride shotgun in the boat Hit my red light digit and thats all she wrote Of course, she shaped like a stallion horse Goddammit, shawty finish your drink We going to get a room, what the hell you think I'll buy you something to eat, but you can't break the bank First time, the gold plate from the IHOP Then to the inn to umm drop, plop plop, fizz fizz oh what a relief it is Get it, got it gone, now he out for his You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty Hey Jo (huh?), I know this girl that wanna cut your throat Hold up shawty Before you finna to get your boy in some serious trouble man I'm talking bout' cost cutting (snip-snip), ain't nothing Tell her all we can do together, is make this grip-grip She talking 'bout chiefing, sipping, bending and stripping I ain't chicken fool, you know I'm ranged up All these fools around here may be harder But I ain't studying this young buck Jail baits are best seen hiking the drawls And looking for a daddy to cake her All you gotta do is take her out, stuff her face, get her pumped Put her on the chopping block, now she nice and crunk But I ain't no punk dutty Heard if you stick your thumb in their booty it drive 'em nutty She'll walk nann day, owe me but a cent and out when I'm through boo Now you know the real meaning of cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty Gipp cutty, they call me too fresh too clean Got the girls hooked off the D like morphine Where we gonna go, I don't know but lets hit it With the strawberries, blueberries, looking for the tooth fairy For the night out, downtown, second floor, in the loft with the lights out Candles straight burning Everybody hot, clothes on the floor You ain't know, yo we got some hollywood cake we can slice Mrs. Meyer Even got some twins that can get in Head for head, bed for bed, it don't matter Everything jumping off just right, and we ain't leaving till the sunlight Cause we undercover with our cutty buddy You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey |
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We got that fie fie, we got that fie fie We got that fie fie delish (x2) (Khujo) Back in the whole, ?hide like I stole? Put us in this where its at make all the dough Throw out your dough Uhh you ain't hard, you're stupid, like ?counting the votes on yourself? With the ref, calling the game between your frames I'm on the corner jumping cain, to every lane that walk by uhh Stop calling my momma house, and hanging up Niggas is Biggie Smalls, ready to die, a horrible death I wanna ?court case and doctor?, because the ? is on nigga Time flying,who having fun Making runs, up and down Cambelton, Put one ?over the jail? where you ?fired? one Stop gossiping, your marriage on the rocks, and you jealous 43 and can't keep a man, because you careless I'm too generous, so my kindness is took for weakness You don't want to see me nut up, I leave you teethless And the toothfairy don't run on friday the 5th or the ?7 day hassle? Stop eating ?eagle eye and ??, so I rhyme past ?? ?The move master? We got that fie fie delish hook (T-Mo) I said we got, we got, nigga we cocked it and dropped it Ain't no stopping it, popped it, locked it, flop flipping it Leaving 'em dripping with SWAT's shit, on that forehand The godfather of my nigga first seed, please show us much love ?? Lil Willy ?I'm busting the philly?, on this first day I don't play bout' my family Mob Goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your ?? When I enter the room, shawty numb Having fun, music give me the power The man of the hour Look,it's on when I hit you with this fie fie in your eye Aww Naw, you better not cry Who got that fie fie, we got that fie fie Who got that fie fie delish (Cee-Lo) Now get back, you hit you get hit back Click clack, Bu-yak! Automatic at-tack, got gats Whenever, however, you want to act Think it ain't when it is, shawty gonna kill a nigga ass bout' his Rhyme pays, I could blaze in a maze for days ?Flat concrete or thick metals?, we won't settle Till' its evident and obvious, don't fuck with us Ya heard, I mean every word I bust Trust me, you can't stop me, even if you bust me ?? must be in the same ?fashion pack? ?Jesus came? I'm the future, I'm forever, I'm the flame hook (Big Gipp) Everything grit to the grind Gimme something to hold and watch me flip it two times The whites of his eyes couldn't hide all the shit up on his mind Always inclined to soft touch If I'm approached wrong, ?blew lead just through the skyways? And touch back down on the one-way highway Got a bus with 21 beds,and if the door swing open it's 21 heads Nickel plate with the numbers straight Just in case the spot got funny money Now who call, well you got your wish Goodie Mob in your town with that fie fie delish All up in your face bitch hook |
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from Set It Off (셋 잇 오프) by Christopher Young [ost] (1996)
No ego trippin', just growin' old All up when I'm feelin' cold 'Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I feel Watchin' my family fall apart, was all I never wanted to see 'Cause I got love for one another I'd kill for my only brother, even though he might be wrong At times I'm gon' do what I got to do to come through every scary moment Just brought us closer which kept us down Remember them days when southwest Atlanta wasn't even 'round So out the reds to wet it And say they actin' brains, relaxin' And steady stackin' and pistol packin' And trackin' is tired I set it off! I don't be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peewees Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money" See, I used to wear my shoes until I couldn't no more Now I hit the store, when the lace get old I wear Calhoun jeans 'cause I don't like Calvin I relate to my folks To make you think this 'bout my third album This supposed to be the times when the moon and the sky turn purple So watch this full circle Black wire touch red Red wire touch black Me and Big Slate got this drop wit some gator backs And I'm thinkin' 'bout how much I make He get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the tapes Ya know what I'm sayin' Who gives a damn about catchin' a charge It's been a while since I seen my boys One time for my potnas who got out today Back on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away Okay (that's right) I just got to say Two times for the crook who just got away It done got so quiet now, I can here a rat piss On cotton, one apple sport the whole Barrel rotten What it mean when you see the sun and the moon shinin' At the same time This God's way, you dug your own grave The righteous path was laid But you chose to go astray Ay, out the war shit Wakin' up in a cold sweat Through the same ol' skit Genocide >From the inside, look a pit You lie, never killed nobody Let's take it to the ol' school No you can't Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' fish s Don't stare Can't help the crooked look It came with the face I used to steal from my folks But now I'm straight Went through the neighborhood rat's pockets books Ooh You missin' somethin' of value We have you, got you Jumpin', dumb bitch, you gets nothin' Nobody knows the trouble I have seen My homeboy MD write me from the ? 24-7, hell or Heaven, it ain't no tellin' Will it be mo' sunshine for the due time felon They gave him 10, do 3, self year, probation Law leaders not, unto no temptation Yall know how it be You make a monkey move, lay yourself on the street You'll understand me They don't care nuttin' 'bout you In that cold cell Can't do nuttin' but take what them folk give me I'm dead serious Them folk givin' away time Just to show us the good Lord keep lettin' the sun shine One time for them niggas who got out today And my folks on stokes ?? just westward on Olympian Way Uh-huh And I just got to say Two times for the crook who just got away "Uh-huh.. Believe that.." "Uh-huh.. Believe that.." |
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from Santana 16집 - Supernatural (1999)
Watch the master plan, the pastures span
Through the streets, move the sheep Flipped the beat, like the shepherd It’s a new day, my crew stay forever striving Give thanks cause we alive, and been through the gutter Now we see the horizon It’s clear to me now Used to be confused, took a lot of years to see how Now, we moving planets Take the average mind and expand it You take for granted like we’re always gonna be disadvantaged But soon come, it soon come, ya soon done Ya start run, you stumble, we catch one In the rhythm, Santana lick the guits with precision Not accidental, intentional conscious decision To Zion, we’re marching through with African Mayans Conquering Babylon with the heart of a lion And the walls of Jericho come a-tumbling down Tell me, how long has it been Is everything, everything alright my friend You see, time is passing, people asking how come none of this ain’t lasting Money will make people deal like they don’t even have to feel But no, it ain’t real, it ain’t real Oh, do you like the way that it’s going down Do you like the way that it’s going down Ooh, do you like the way How long, how long will we wait, to sit down and communicate See, everything is relative, if you want to get then give Can’t we all just build and live,can’t we, can’t we? Do you like the way that it’s going down Do you like the way that it’s going down Do you like the way that it’s going down Do you like the way that it’s going down |
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from Any Given Sunday (애니 기븐 선데이) by Richard Horowitz [ost] (2000)
(feat. Outkast)
(Al Pacino) "I'll fight for you 'til the day I die" (Gipp) Yeah.. yeah.. yo Gipp keep it slow poke, hang out the side with no rope Sit in the tub, flick the remote and soak Pull up, jump out, and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for hoes Drag my ass down the air like I care Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab Makin money off these breakdown slabs We got this zone, get your own Better move on before your folk get split, you won't forget The DF put it down, now get down, or sit down (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (Khujo) I tackle my problems, never run from my foes Stiff-arm facemask, hit the juke but it didn't leave a sucka froze like he just tried to stuff a whole ki up in his nose on all fo's You hit em high I hit em low, for this dough Yo heart gon' bust out here, cause we comin full speed We deep and take you lift you up off of your feet at the lift, of the glass, sippin victory Clean cut but I stay dirty Uhh, you play fair, I teach I spot this pig in yo' face like you never stopped eatin pork or beast, ?? ?? Tenacious on his grill, uhh, all-pro hall of famer with no fears, blood sweat and tears, uhhh, uhh, ohh shit (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (Andre) The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich The po' boy got it bad cause he is po' The bad boy got it bad cause he won't grow The good gul got it good cause she got game It runs in no undeveloped fellas considered lame Same like mechanics do it, baby who need her Buick repaired don't have no knowledge of what a brake shoe is Make woo it, turns a nigga, sperm it tickle We wiggle, ?? emotions like dill pickle in autumn, fall, into the bottom of black, holes Make a left on nothingness cause that's where I'm at Cold as summer, I got yo' number, you got my number Let's add em, see what we come with maybe we can slumber like uhh, babies in homes and uhh, retarded ones, uhh Dolphins and whales, uhh, the smartest ones, so nothing you can do can be new up under the sun Depending what sun you live under you can be the one on (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. (OutKast) Sunday mornin, makes me feel so Godly, pardon me, if I shake your soul.. |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
[Intro]
Pump up the peculiar While I yell unique Aaaaah, let me show you right here Heeeeeeey, Aaaahaaaaahaaa Ooooh, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse] I'm well on my way I'm almost everything And this is my day You make me want to say [Hook] I'm freeee! Look at me! Behold everything I'm allowed to see Freeee,! Come and see Na, na, na, na, na na na [Verse] The shapeless, formless, heart is enormous Bore this, I've worn this, no never what the norm is Come hear this, it's fearless Contrast, colour, prisms, so warmin' Listen and love it [Hook #2] I'm freeee! Look at me! Freedom in hi-fidelity Freeee! come and see Na, na, na, na, na na na [Verse] What you waitin' on? I won't ask your, passion, smilin', laughin' Yieldin', feelin', helpin', healin' Introduce your neighbour to your saviour [Hook #3] I'm freeee! Look at me! Freedom in hi-fidelity Freeee! Na, na, na, na, na na na |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
I remember when I remember
I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that Place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space And when you're out there Without care Yeah I was out of touch But it wasn't because I didn't know enough I just knew too much Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy Possibly And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice That's my only advice Come on now who do you who do you who do you who do you think you are Ha ha ha bless your soul You really think you're in control Well I think you're crazy I think you're crazy I think you're crazy Just like me My heroes had the heart To lose their lives out on a limb And all I remember Is thinking I want to be like them Ever since I was little ever since I was little oh it looked like fun And it's no coincidence I've come And I can die when I'm done But maybe I'm crazy Maybe you're crazy Maybe we're crazy Probably |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
I packed a few of my belongings
Left the life that I was living Just some memories of it Mostly the ones I can't forget Whenever you need me I'll be here Until then my dear I'm going, I'm going, I'm going there Don't ask me to make time To travel back and forth Let nature take it's course Maybe I'm open from all this ocean air And if it weren't for you I'd be without a care Setting sail to St. Elsewhere Anywhere you sit you can see the sun Unfortunately on this island I'm the only one Same rules apply on a rainy day And it's not such a pretty place to be It just rains, and rains, and rains on me Send a simple side, I can understand Then a flower grew out that sand Before you knew it, I was back out on that sea Now I don't mind it so much Because as long as I'm not there Anywhere is St. Elsewhere Way over yonder there is new frontier Would it be so hard for you to come and visit me here? I understand Would you just send me a message in a bottle then baby? St. Elsewhere |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
Beautiful girl, lovely dress,
High school smiles, oh yes, Beautiful girl, lovely dress, Where she is now I can only guess. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone away. When I see you, Eyes will turn blue, When I see you, A thousand eyes turning blue. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone away. I can tell by the way that you, Switch and walk, I can see by the way, That you baby talk. I know by the way that you, Treat your man. I can love you baby, 'til it's a crying. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone away. Beautiful girl, lovely dress, 15 miles, oh yes, Beautiful girl, lovely dress, Where she is now I can only guess. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone away |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
[Verse]
What did you do? What did you say? Did you walk - or did you run away? Where are you now? Where have you been? Did you go alone - or did you bring a friend? [Hook #1] I need to know this - cause I notice when you're smilin' Out in the sun havin' fun and you're feelin' free And I can tell you know how hard this life can be But you keep on smilin' for me [Verse] What went right? What went wrong? Was it the story - or was it the song? Was it overnight - or did it take you long? Was knowing your weakness what made you strong? [Hook #2] Or all the above - oh how I love to see you smilin' And oh yeah - take a little pain just in case You need something warm to embrace To help you put on a smilin' face Hey, put on a smilin' face [Bridge] Don't you go off into the new day with any doubt Here's a summary of somethin' that you could smile about: Say for instance, my girlfriend she bugs me all the time But the irony of it all is that she loves me all the time [Hook #3] I want to be you - whenever I see you smilin' Cause it's easily one of the hardest things to do Your worries and fears become your friends And they end up smilin' at you Put on a smilin' face |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
I've got a monster in my closet
Someone's underneath my bed The wind's knocking at my window I'd kill it but it's already dead It waits till the midnight hour to come To torture me for the wrong i've done it just sits there and stares me And it won't let me get any sleep <i>[Repeat Hook]</i> At first I was scared when I looked at his eyes But now that I know him I'm not that surprised I'm just waiting on the sun to rise Oh how I wish that old sun would rise <i>[Repeat Hook]</i> I used to wonder why he looked familiar Then I realized it was a mirror And now it is plain to see, The whole time the monster was me <i>[Repeat Hook]</i> Yeah Mmm The living dead Only thing that could bring it back alive, Woman Is some good good head (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha) |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
All I want is your understanding,
Ash in the small light of affections. Why is this my life? Is almost everybodies question. And I've tried, Everything but suicide, But its crossed my mind. I prefer peace, Wouldn't have to have one worldy possesion, But essentially I'm an animal, So just what do I do with all the aggresion? Well I've tried, Everything but suicide, But it's crossed my mind. Life is a one way street and, If you could paint it, I'd draw myself going in the right direction, So I go all the way, Like I really really know but the truth is, I'm only guessing. And I've tried, Everything but suicide, Ooh but it's crossed my mind... Just a thought. It's even dark in the day time, It's not just good, it's great depression When I was lost I even found myself, Looking in the guns direction. And so I've tried Everything but suicide But yes, it's crossed my mind... But I'm fine. |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
I, I, I, I, I, I
Know how to transorm I transform I transform I'm a transformer I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transorm I transform (I can do it) I'll transform (I can do it) I'm a transformer I'm just being myself Plus I gotta be me too Silly of me to think that I couldn't bring myself to be you Ah but behold there is benevolence Behind this but I don't stare enough Be careful 'cause I'll kill you With kindness That's why I'm dressed quite neatly 'Cause it's easy and discreetly they seek me And when they reach me and see me they Believe me completely I'm a real live wire I ain't lying If it's between me and you I ain't dying I can transform, I can transform, I can transform Without even trying wow I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transorm I transform I transform I'm a transformer I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transorm I transform I'll transform I'm a transformer Now I'm someone else Now someone can be me too Behold the beautiful and bold everyday I Wake up to be new Oh but it's simple but they still Can understand why I think I can, I think I can, I think I can oh can I? I'm a microchip off the old block You know not but I was a robot And I sold rock and you would get For sho shoot with a gold Glock boy I rode pac Something that you won't see again What the hell might as well be a friend I can transform, I can transform, No telling who I will have to Be again. I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transorm I transform I transform I'm a transformer I, I, I, I, I, I Know how to transorm I transform I'll transform I'm a transformer |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
[Verse 1]
Basically I'm complicated I have a hard time taking the easy way I wouldn't call it sketchophrenic But I'll be at least be two people today If that's ok And I can go on and on and on But who cares? It's deep how you can be so shallow And I'm afraid cause I have no fear And I didn't believe in magic Until I watched you disappear I wish you were here And I can go on and on and on But who cares? You see everybody is somebody But nobody wants to be themselves And if I ever wanted to understand it I have to talk to someone else Cause every little bit helps And I can go on and on and on But who cares? It feels like the surreal life But it's still nice wish I can live twice And I still might if these ones here right I see a little light eventhough it's still night And I can go on and on and on But who cares? |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
I'm on the line.
I'm on the line. Once I clean my mirror. I'm a be feeling fine. Trying to get there is, all that's on my mind. When I'm on the line. Even though I run my race, With a smile on my face. It ain't easy, naw it ain't. Feels like the life of the party. But it's all in your mind, On the line. I'm on the line. I'm on the line. Once I clean my mirror. I'm a be feeling fine. Even when you're falling, Just pretend you're flying. When ya on the line. I'm with everybody but I'm still alone, Just look down, that's my, line your standing on. Let's keep it friendly and we'll be just fine. But don't cross that line! |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
Wake up, wake up, wake up,
Don't Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Ah ha Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, It's naughty Very naughty Necrophilia Without a care I'm compassionate about killing her I'd have my way with what's left of the will in her Cosmopolitans and cocaine and an occasional pill in her When she spoke I saw a spark But it was dark so I drove her home When she died Sexy suicide Sweet nothings for the Nam You feel where I'm coming from Have no fear Everything's is fine My girl parties All the time Did you hear what I said With this ring I do wed A body in my bed She was cool when I met her But I think I like her better Dead Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Hahahaha The production is progressive But the reason is retro The cause of cold blooded murder I named it neo-necro I whisper in her ear To hear an echo Echo, co, co I keep her It's cheaper I love too much to let go We discussed over dinner how she would die Before the day was done So I caught just in time to have a little fun And you could use a little sun So scream and holler Run and play Wish you could die Another day Come back to see this house Done what I could to revive My soft side survived Man Thought you was alright And she was alive Hahahahaha Hahahahaha |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
I, I, I, I can paint a picture with a pen
But a song will only scratch the skin And there are still places I haven't been Because I know what's in there Is already in the air Oh yeah There's a storm on the way There's a storm on the way All right There's a storm on the way, yeah Uh huh And it's coming no matter what I say Oh Here I come, I come, I come, I come Hey, hey, hey There's truth in the thunder Love in the lightning The feeling is frightening But isn't it exciting I'm something like stormy weather If I weren't we'd never Huddle together Do I have to tell ya That I'm also the sunlight That shines shortly after I just rain 'cause I have to On to other chapter I wish you lots of laughter Till the next time you see me Just remember you need me I'm the storm coming, coming, coming So here I come, I come, I come, I come Well come on! Here I come, I come, I come, I come Ah come on! Run towards the hills To avoid the high floods I can do a dance that'll make the sky cry blood Skills provoking Seals to be broken open All that's left to do is try my love Woah An I'm singing in the cyclone I'm writing a raging sea searching For a sign of the times Is it safe to say it's me Listen to our lives The wind will whisper the way it is I'm going to happen what a lovely day it is Don't ask why Just live And Die |
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from Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere (2006)
<i>[Verse]</i>
All work and no play That's the way it is, ain't it? There's a rhythm deep inside of you And you must get reacquainted <i>[Hook]</i> When was the last time you danced? When was the last time you danced? Well come rock with me baby Dance with me darling Step with me sweetheart The world is watching <i>[Verse]</i> Under an endless sky Wish I could fly away forever (and ever) And the poetry is so pure When we are on the floor together (it's been a long time) <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Bridge]</i> Don't deny me any further Let me have my way Oooh, come closer, yeah Let's dance the night away <i>[Hook]</i> |
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from Gnarls Barkley - Who Cares ? / Gone Daddy Gone [single] (2006)
[Verse 1]
Basically I'm complicated I have a hard time taking the easy way I wouldn't call it sketchophrenic But I'll be at least be two people today If that's ok And I can go on and on and on But who cares? It's deep how you can be so shallow And I'm afraid cause I have no fear And I didn't believe in magic Until I watched you disappear I wish you were here And I can go on and on and on But who cares? You see everybody is somebody But nobody wants to be themselves And if I ever wanted to understand it I have to talk to someone else Cause every little bit helps And I can go on and on and on But who cares? It feels like the surreal life But it's still nice wish I can live twice And I still might if these ones here right I see a little light eventhough it's still night And I can go on and on and on But who cares? |
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from Gnarls Barkley - Who Cares ? / Gone Daddy Gone [single] (2006)
Beautiful girl, lovely dress,
High school smiles, oh yes, Beautiful girl, lovely dress, Where she is now I can only guess. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone away. When I see you, Eyes will turn blue, When I see you, A thousand eyes turning blue. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone away. I can tell by the way that you, Switch and walk, I can see by the way, That you baby talk. I know by the way that you, Treat your man. I can love you baby, 'til it's a crying. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone away. Beautiful girl, lovely dress, 15 miles, oh yes, Beautiful girl, lovely dress, Where she is now I can only guess. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone. Cuz its gone daddy gone, The love is gone away |
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from Common 5집 - Electric Circus (2002)
Common (talking)
phone rang, screen said caller ID said blocked, but for some reason i decided to answer it. on the other end was a french accent. he told me we needed to rap quick, cause he had did some bad shit, and would be gone for years, spending these last two days, with his momma and his kids when he spoke I wasn't trying to hear it ,cause I knew he was a real good person, and this didn't seem like it was in his spirit. he couldnt believe as much as i couldnt, what he done . he said now its time for him to turn himself in. no longer could he run, from life, from God. start thinkin, why is doing right is so hard. I got back to him when we was inLondon discussin the new testament and how our lives related to it, and how we could make the best of it. my voice became destined, so I asked him why you gotta go. he said you know turn to Matthew 24 he said no one knows the hour, nor do they know the day, but the kingdom is near, don't let anything lead you to stray. as long as God is with you, everything will be okay. so right about then,we decided to pray. Bilal just lyin back makin the smoke disperse a ray.... deep into clouds (deep into clouds) it's makin things appear to me so clearly.... deep in the clouds (deep in the clouds) just lyin back makin the smoke disperse a ray... deep in the clouds (deep in the clouds) it's makin things appear to me so clearly... deep into clouds (yeah,) Ceelo your time is a terrible to waste!!! for it's not one of the...possesions that you can brang to space (yeah, it don't matter) its a challenge, but the chance of seeing, is quite a dream to chase (yes it is) I hope I remind God of him when he sees my face (yeah) he gon see it! Omar (keeps on ) the feeling just keeps on lifting me higher (ever) and its everflowing it's, everflowing (keeps on ) when every thing, puts a smile on my face(ever-flowing, ever-flowing) and i recognize the strong goal but i keep on going, i keep on going (he keeps on going....in the background) i keep on going on!! (he keeps on going echo) Jill Scott hey mighty love, watching over me.... a smile........brillant..... all over .....constantly..... warm .....comforting..... perfect...like ...no..thing no hate..no confusion...no strain simply peace.... simply simply...simply...simply Mary J. Blidge No fear! Heaven is to me no fear of destruction understanding who he is his name is christ!!(yeah) heaven, heaven is to me wisdom, understanding, knowledge (ohh understanding) Erykah Badu streets of gold and pearly gates halos wings all dressed in white-haaaahhhahh, haaaaahhhuuah! angels sing and cymbols glare no ones rich no one's poor haaahhhhuuahh haauaahhaa people dreaming they live free making love while they in love haaaahhhuuahhh haahhuuahh won-der-ful dream wake me when you're home haa! haahhhaa haaaaaaiiiiahahah! Papa Lynn (talkin) Heaven, heaven is being pops heaven is spending the day with your grandchildren listenin to they voices whenand they laughing and play and then at the end of the day we hug we kiss and slowly they walk away and then suddenly they turn and rush back to me and hug me round the knees yeah, that's heaven to me |
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from Musiq - Soulstar (2003)
Have you ever had a day when
Nothing goes your way All you do seems to be in vain And everthing is just a waste of your time Chorus But have you ever had that moment in life When everything is cool (yeah) Didn't have to worry about the time It all went as it should And you were having the greatest moment in life (yeah) Don't you worry about the past cause It's gonna be what it is All that you can do is try to Make you future beautiful And let it be the greatest moment in life I remember almost ebery December when we where critters And mama said that there was only one thing she could get us When God must have been with us Cause it is heavenly joy When you make up Chirstmas morning to every toy Then there's the birth of my boy Here to inherit the rhythm And when I see it in Him I ask myself what more can I give Him Adn I would love to but I can't spend every moment Him It's just thoes big ole eyes that encourage me to keep living Hey, ohh when I'm singing I'm sharing, or rhymimg I'm shining my light And although the love is so blinding I still end up finding my wife All I can do is reminisce cause there is no rewinding my life But the future so bright that it's almost blinding my sight It's like all a sudden you life is so cool Cause everything in it is working for you your friends and you family are getting along It feels like when you here your favorite song Or when you know that you got money to spend You never want that moment to end (repeat) |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of Ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, Can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's" I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' But blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge "All rise" This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, Through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn |
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from Common 8집 - Universal Mind Control (2008)
Ahh the sun is shining brighter cause you really make my day you really make my day ohhh oh oh yeah i think i like her cause she really makes my day yeah she really makes my day ohhh oh oh see her on the beach she was wrappped in a towel her bodys going down see her ass crack to smile enjoying the nile take it the breeze or some cat a mouse and she was the cheese on the sun keys yeah on a conversation california dreamin now california cation said she had drinks in the coller and i had an inventation if i wanted i could brewer this is just an invdication on how cool she was a couple of chicks came groupie love they aint want no pictures im think damn damn thats really cool because sometimes i wannta chill sometimes the best things in life are not even planned came to the sand and got more than a tan baby girl im a man and we can do this my way take a ride on the highway and pretend that its friday Ahh the sun is shining brighter cause you really make my day you really make my day ohhh oh oh yeah i think i like her cause she really makes my day yeah she really makes my day ohhh oh oh she was at a bar b que pretty painted nails she took off her shoes grammer school sippin on some l thinking man shes cool sun smiling on her hair playing spades and we can be a pair i love it when its sunny girl you could be my inderpendence day and freedoms in the air dance and danced away yo showing steppin like a tango like me got me sweet as icy spicy drip from my lips we can do something hip trip around the world in a day play phonia a Ahh the sun is shining brighter cause you really make my day you really make my day ohhh oh oh yeah i think i like her cause she really makes my day yeah she really makes my day ohhh oh oh Ahh the sun is shining brighter cause you really make my day you really make my day ohhh oh oh yeah i think i like her cause she really makes my day yeah she really makes my day ohhh oh oh |
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from Cee Lo Green - Closet Freak : The Best Of Cee-Lo Green The Soul Machine (2006)
Yeah.. ooh..
You so freaky.. You so freaky shorty.. Ooh you so freaky.. Shit, you so freaky shorty.. Uh uh, you so freaky.. Ooh Lord, you so freaky.. Mmm uh, you so freaky shorty.. HAH HAH!! [Cee-Lo] Now everybody that's grown got skeleton bones they got hidden away Yes y'all there's a freak in us all, yet some choose not to say You can't let those who ain't yet, make you they lil' ball of clay Be free and express yourself, nastiness comes naturally Listen to me now It could be the way I wanna freak a song, tattoos, or the way I dress Or it could be; I wanna walk my way and refusin to follow the rest Or when people haven't been where you been and they say you still going too far Or when you wit ya girl and Pull over and fuck somethin in the back of the car [Hook] I'm a freak! A closet freak! A freak! Awwww a freak! [Cee-Lo after each pause in hook] I'm so excited, go on and say it Oh I'm a freak, yes I'm a freak, and just can't fight it I'm so excited, go on and say it If you a freak, say you a freak, don't try to fight it [Cee-Lo] You got to let the music freak your mind All the way, if yo' brain leavin don't mind You know a boyfriend thing is hard to find Get on the floor mama and bump and grind Ain't nuttin wrong wit - You only gon' get But it ain't no fun if you been freakin all mo'nin I'll turn you on to it - if you want you gon' do it All you got to do is find somebody like you [Hook] A freak! A closet freak! A freak! Awwww a freak! [Cee-Lo after each pause in hook] I'm so excited, go on and say it Oh I'm a freak, yes I'm a freak, and just can't hide it I'm so excited, go on and say it If you a freak, say you a freak (Wait a minute, where the God-damn horns?) {music plays with Cee-Lo vocalizing and singing} [Cee-Lo] La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-laaaaah! FREAK! - Sometimes I like freakin in the mornin FREAK! - Sometimes I like freakin at night FREAK! - Some people like freakin just lightly FREAK! - Some people think freakin ain't right FREAK! - Some people like freakin outside now FREAK! - Some people like freakin in the club FREAK! - Some people like freakin on the express-way FREAK! - Some people keen doin it in public FREAK! - Some people like freakin with the lights out FREAK! - Some people hell just don't care FREAK! - Some people like freakin 'bout money FREAK! - Some people freak anywhere FREAK! - You a freak? FREAK! - Are you a freak? FREAK! - I'm a freak FREAK! - Big ol' freak {music plays till fade} |
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from Cee Lo Green - Closet Freak : The Best Of Cee-Lo Green The Soul Machine (2006)
Hey
A little boy you're not allowed to stay You have to evolve inevitably And I've sure come a long way The road up ahead was so unclear Backslidin down the bottle of beer Nobody knew if I would make it here Sweet music set me free From the statistic that I started to be I wish my mama was alive to see The memories of the pain have scarred And when I fall it's usually hard But I get up and keep followin' God Hey, I'm gettin' grown, (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin grown I'm gettin grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin grown, hey Now I remember the good ol' days Broads and boxes and blunts to blaze Now I got three children to raise I never won't be perfect I know But workin on it is worth it I know Life is just learning as you go Been selfish once or twice I had to learn how to sacrifice To live to my late nineties be nice Every day that goes by I find It either hits me or it robs me blind God I owe you this life of mine I'm gettin grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin grown, I'm gettin grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin grown (whistling) Oooo, time changed but it feels the same, There's no tellin what tommorow will bring, Even if I could I wouldn't change a thang Hey, Lord I know I'm not here to stay But thanks for wakin' me up today Prepare me for what may come my way Say, young man, there's no need to cry Because I know we will get by Look your destiny in the eye Everyday my heart burns to try You got to walk before you learn to fly And we all got to earn to die I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown I'm gettin' grown (la la la la la, la la la la la) I'm gettin' grown (fade) |
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from Cee Lo Green - Closet Freak : The Best Of Cee-Lo Green The Soul Machine (2006)
I am the music... (I am...)
I've yet to define myself as just, one thing. (I am...) Let's just say that I am the actual and factual supernatural... sight and surrounds Signification of conversation Two or more words rhyming in song form or spoken syncupation Heh, the reason the rudery reanimation and realization of life is rhythm I am the heartbeat and the heartache, the here and now I am the purpose, the point... the living proof of a god somewhere The lifeline, lifelike laserbeam, the progression and direction Always will be always was What all comes from and all must return The center of a perfect circle, I am your soul Music of your mind Each feeling causing each function to be in conjunction with the music I am the music... [break] I am the music [beat changes] Let's get started shall we, cause you know it's time gone Every time these niggaz rhyme wrong So uhh, lights, camera, action I'm on I'll have them standing in line to get their mind blown I'm selling soul Rapping and singing and screaming and yelling soul Manufacturing, marketing, pricing, packaging, and e-mailing soul With no rehearsal, this one verse'll whole hearse you Now a commercial, but what I must first do is make my presentation a bit more personal Everything must go - for a small price you can have the heart of me There is no part of me that can't be calculated into a commodity My musings amount to a milestone a million miles above monotony And it'll make you feel so good, it got to be God, it got to be I paint prophecy, you know airbrush atrocity with philosophy And people ask me am I gon' preach one of these days and I just tell 'em "possibly" If you let me, I'll end up being everything probably And obviously it's like any other job would be so you might as well thank God for me But isn't it amazing, how the antenna ain't nothing but a sinner You just can't go and be ordained over dinner Now I can interest an intellectual or A-B-C it for a beginner But yes my seasons still change, and it is almost winter And it give it to you at God-speed, but yet it's gentle And when I rhyme I make reading fundamentals or even black and white My lyric is live and living color, my flow if fluorescent Like scripture highlighted in bright yellow And all this for $9.99, shit that's wonderful And the great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable But there's always something rewarding, about every Cee-Lo Green recording Cuz even after all your expenses people still aspire affording It's incredible how convincing I can be with a camera pointed at me But really sometimes rapping feel like tapping to make a cracker happy But when the DAT play and the beat get bumping like adolescent acne It's kinda sad but it's showtime, my sentiment exactly So don't get mad, everybody's doing it You know you wouldn't mind a commercial with your own tennis shoe in it Whether you're selling a dream, selling a scheme, or playing a role Like it or not we're selling soul... |
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If I could write one song to right all wrongs
I would, if I could But in retrospect a little bad is good, mm-hmm We all need what we want and don't want what we need, mm-mm Life is bittersweet a bitter seed indeed, mm-hmm Well I'm so human it is a goddamn shame... I'm your thing And I make sure that I always keep me some pain- yessir To remind me that I'll survive somehow- oh Lord please don't let nothin steal me away right now- and now Cuz I wanna hut two three four what the hell are you waiting for Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Now hut two three four what the hell are you waiting for Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Just live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Well I've struggled so hard that I survived And it's a miracle that I'm still alive Said stand up, everybody, uh this is your life You gotta get it when you can y'all Havin fun, this is your night We can't forget about the brothers, the sisters, the lovers who ain't here You only got one life y'all and I repeat the point it ain't clear And if it ain't fear then what's stopping you from going Do you not want to be responsible for knowing Cuz ignorance is bliss And ignorance is just so fucking ignorant you may even be ignorant of this And to save somebody's soul is the significance of this I'm good lookin still cookin soul food so make a dish Light a candle for love blow it out and make a wish And I hope I die happy like this Cuz I wanna Hut two three four what the hell are you waiting for Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Now hut two three four what the hell are you waiting for Live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Just live (think about it are you sure you're really living) Well I've struggled so hard that I survived And it's a miracle that I'm still alive Well I have struggled so hard yet I survive And a little miracle that I'm still alive |
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from Cee Lo Green - Closet Freak : The Best Of Cee-Lo Green The Soul Machine (2006)
Bass Head Jazz...
Bass Head Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky Getting high on Bass Head Jazz The world is spinning so slow We ain't got nowhere to go Bass Head Let your mind be free Enter a new zone of understanding Gotta get high to get down Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky Getting high on Bass Head Jazz |
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from Cee Lo Green - Closet Freak : The Best Of Cee-Lo Green The Soul Machine (2006)
(Cee-Lo)
Peace How y'all feel out there That's cool Alright You know, sometimes I wanna rap Sometimes I wanna sing, you know what I mean Sometimes all it calls for is a nice mellow groove Hit of rimshot, you know Just get, you know, get you open But I wanna do a piece for y'all tonight, it's called sometimes Alright, so check it out Sometimes a stranger can be your best friend Sometimes being angry is the best mood Sometimes seeing you feel good makes me feel even better Sometimes hunger is the best food Sometimes good just ain't good enough And other times evil will get you even Sometimes faith is not knowing any better Sometimes nothing is what you believe in Woah Sometimes I don't even have a hook Sometimes you fail trying And sometimes happiness hurts worse Sometimes people live dying Sometimes it's the last person that makes you first Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want And other times you'll give away what you really need Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar And all a poor man has is greed Woah Sometimes Sometimes I just wanna listen Sounds good to me Yeah Ay yo Lock, put them strings right here Sometimes I don't think people know I'm as good as I really am Now my recitings are writing over rhythm's Regularly reinacts facts of my existance So what proof of my expertise, many emcees know of me Using unrequested serious infested poetry To prevoke what persistance For instance, I don't let the T.V. screen come in between my daily routine At a spot where me and my boy went Someone interrupted our enjoyment What do you know, an out of work emcee looking for employment But I'm still curteous with my greeting, brother I'm eating And his style sounded similar to someone elses So evidently he's been cheating But I couldn't question the destiny in which we meet So, you guessed it, I suggested that he just have a seat And then I explained to him that I remained in the mean time Mastering mysterious methods of writing Finding my piece of mind with soft music and moonlighting Then supernaturaly I forsee the beginning stages And then eventually pages get filled completely You see, I dive into the depths of my soul Seeking to explore the hidden treasure of a pure literature While these others are unsure Being that the deepness makes them doubtful Deliberatly delaying Saying they'll settle for whatever washes toward the shore Delirous from dilusion My feelings were no more direct so the conclusion is seclusion Because mixed belief create confusion To remain plain and simplistic, realistic Accurate, articulate and absolutely artistic Uninhibited, unadulterated, unstoppable Unfuckwittable and unforgettable But since I've been granted the power of choice Let God bet the voice he is So all the credibility is his So let these be words of wisdom and in the same breath be warning Son I shine like Sunday morning Woah Sometimes See you next time |
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from Cee Lo Green - Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections (2002)
Don't cry now
You know it happens to the best of us Goodbye now And don't forget about the rest of us I'm staying You never know if they can use me here I'm praying I won't be looking when you disappear And everybody's looking out For close encounters of another kind And it won't help me if I shout But I'm getting pretty close this time You're on my mind Don't worry I should have told you to beware of me Don't hurry Come back to see whatever's left of me I've cried some But I suppose I'm getting colder now You've died some But even you are getting older now And everybody's looking out For close encounters of another kind And it won't help me if I shout But I'm getting pretty close this time You're on my mind, all of the time Don't cry now Don't cry now |
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from Cee Lo Green - Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections (2002)
Yeah, mmm mmm mmm, yeah that sho' feel good.
Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green - how do you do? Welcome. I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you a little bit more about myself if you don't mind. This is my vision. YouknowhatI'msaying? Check me out now. Uhh I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace Trapped inside my silhouette I have to speak to release Demanding more from the pen than I horde from the pen The line between playing to win and sin is thin But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste I am that raw, simply put, and I rest my case; it's elementary Yet far more than resources to pay the rent for me Everything that I've done is divine Ask God, he'll tell ya, yeah, he mine So, you see, you don't need another thug out of me That is the last thing I plan to be on this LP But I'ma go slip into something mo' comfortable and continue the lesson No inconvenience at all, I insist on leaving an impression So relax, and ride out. Relax, okay, and ride out Just relax, and ride out. Players, relax, and ride out I also solicit visual verbalism worth a visit Intensely exquisite artism inquire all. Who is it? It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds Oh, hush. That's awful kind of you, you're making me blush I could use some competition, but they not making me much Man, this beat is like my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper - cornrows and a bandana But I get a hundred and fifty thousand dollar check every three months off Santana Don't you fuck up, though, my family is the whole side of Atlanta Now, how can I say? Okay, let me just put it this way If anyone ever contests my conquest my gun best Yo son just, takes one time to be one less Til you run and tell the rest that I'm the best I sang sweet, but brang heat to bang meat We all on the same street And it's not that often I verbalize the essential element of surprise I am not one of these thug rapper guys But this one will help you realize, and use both eyes to recognize the type of action that this amount of money buys Now listen son, let me drop some shit on you man I can just "do-do-do-do-do-do-do" and put a hit on you man With hot heat that will make your heart beat quit on you man And Mr. Dawson'll find a pretty box to fit on you man So relax, and ride out. Just relax, young man, and ride out Hey, you better relax, and ride out. Okay? Just relax, and ride out I could take that shit all day But if I only had sixteen more bars to live I'd get high, and hopefully O.D. on an alternative I'd give a dim lit dream, a colour scheme And I'd swim for the sun (so far) no matter how impossible that may seem I'd bury my feet in the foundation of a forest Becoming one with everything there I would belong. I would be right and wrong. But I'd be rare And then I would pretend I didn't care. Use my fear And pray that my forever would be fair. And I love you all, unconditional, I get misty already missing y'all And then I forgive those who rhyme to kill the time While mine cultivate the consciousness and Chill the spine, heal the mind, yet still sublime Ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out. Relax, and ride out This is one for the road. Yeah. One time for your motherfucking mind I told how you motherfucking play. D.F. y'all. Believe this. Yeah Shouts out to Outkast, Goodie Mob. Yeah, Backbone, where ya at brother? (Hey) Hahaha. Alright. (Easy now) Hahaha. Yeah. Can't nobody stop me now No, sir. Yeah. I'm gone, y'all. Oh, man. It's lovely. Ahahah. Yeah Somebody better stop me. Hahaha. Cause I'm good. Heheheheh. Yeah. Hahahahah Alright now. Heheheh. Yeah. Alright, we gonna relax, cause it feels so good Everybody doing their godamn thing. Yeah |
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from Cee Lo Green - Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections (2002)
(feat. Big Gipp & Backbone)
(Cee-Lo) Hey say lil' buddy Come love... good god With your sugar brown hairs Girl my (?) m'm'm'... Where you at ya'll With my coolness I roll with my m' you look so good girl I had to go and ask something to you You so damn fine Shawty where you from? (Get it on now) Oh who me? Shawty I'm from the south side of town (Im from the south) Where you said you from? (Get it on ya'll) Whats up now let me holla at you for a minute I said uh, uh sugar pie What your name is? I been staring at you shawty all God damn night! Can we uh conversate for some hennesey straight Or we can boogy-oogy down Til' the morning light (Show your ride) Say lil' momma I usually don't clown Usually sit smoke a lil' bit or drink some brown liqour down But see it's something bout the way you make a playa wanna play So grab your glass of chardonnay and now lets go dance the night away (Chorus) Shawty shake it (shake it shake it) Shake your sugar for me (shake it shake it) (repeat 7X) (Backbone) Now let me introduce myself Call me Jimmy Supa-fly I say working them to death (Punches thrown) You hear the linen in the falling in place Tip-toe through the door then vacant the premesis without a trace (Oh lord) Pardon me please, excuse my negligence But to what do I owe the honor standing In the presence of elignece in its essence Simply beautiful are the words you deserve My lil' peanut butter jelly jam preserve (Chorus) (Cee-Lo) I like the way you wear you hair (Your hair) And girl you know you look so good to me Wait a minute girl stand right there (God damn) You know you look so good to me And you still gonna pay your fare Because you know you look so good to me Call me anytime I dont care Because you look so good to me Shawty let me see you shake it (Chorus) (Big Gipp) yeah 76 degrees night light Gippp Mrs. Lady I get you out the cryer like a florist pick a tulip She pursuaded my intervention Kept my attention Focusing in on every motion body That is more blowing me kisses Chocalate chip cookie lover Who taught you how to shake that Candy bows so loveley I could watch it for many moons in the same room Cus' soon than it tied by your sexual foreplay Girl.. shake it for me c'mon (Chorus) |
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Bass Head Jazz...
Bass Head Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky Getting high on Bass Head Jazz The world is spinning so slow We ain't got nowhere to go Bass Head Let your mind be free Enter a new zone of understanding Gotta get high to get down Feel like I'm walkin' across the sky Getting high on Bass Head Jazz |
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from Cee Lo Green - Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections (2002)
Feat. Jahalla, Kirkland Underwater
Shocka locka... [Cee-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements Sounds are congruent to it Work It is what it ain't to these, infected disease Thought of automatons deceived, by the deceptions indeed Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams As coarse as it seems Aiyyo, Work [Cee-Lo] I could scream, I can't seem to sleep long enough to dream It's life on a laser beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old Come on let's go and then I'll show how to beat down a rhyme And wrestle a tempo Hold on tight, but still let yourself go Work This is what I'm talking about Should I begin to spit it just like the wind Show my power take flight and quickly ascend Like a bird beating my wings to the pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic That's all I'm asking baby How come the new millennium brings fright Something wicked approaches tonight Work It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) What good is a call on the phone if you can't speak And you find it hard to breathe Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth Inherently legends record all souls of expressions Evil as evil does, better than good was A spirit of music that once was, born out of the pool of your love Baby I'm an agent with a flow that's so contagious And all and all true patience, my brotha Lo told me makes for perfection While you feeling bound by this matrix That's why when it comes to protecting mine I'm a brother you can call over zealous And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous You Gotta Work It's not coincidental I use my soul for a stencil to outline the rhyme That connects machine and a mind Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly Spoken, rules are meant to be broken, therefore it's my pleasure to mentor But once learned you must learn you must yearn to discern The mechanical glitch of artificial intelligence But the consequence of your ignorance is the reality I now see before me: "maybe in time we'll see" Don't Stop, Work The degree you'll see will 'cause casualty when the codes download The truth will unfold uphold until the end 'Cause our destiny will be to win, you're still free to sin within It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) [Cee-Lo] I am the melody, the metaphoric prehistoric The pre-meaning before it, preparing for war shit Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you They maliciously monopolize the mass Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you last When you sell them your soul they supply you cash But you can die for all they care, with your expendable ass Because they know a new nigga, a brand new nigga Will jump right in them tap shoes even if his feet bigger Ain't shit sweet nigga, it's deeper than the street nigga You and I just a virus they gonna delete nigga Some people say go on and join what you can't beat nigga I won't take the mark so I can't eat nigga Holla if I'm talking to ya, (AH!) I'll walk straight through ya 'Cause I want the motherfucker that did this to ya Work It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) Our comrade Cee-Lo is considered by many as a modern day Neo And opposing forces known as agents will like him dead for what he know He is The One, at least that's who Morpheus say he is He can free the mind of a machine and give God to an atheist But he's a daydreamer, it's all in his head Still today's music has become the Matrix And the real rhythm is in the red pill So I chose it knowing I can never return once I'm gone And I hope you got this message I'll be waiting by the phone It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) |
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from Cee Lo Green - Cee-Lo Green And His Perfect Imperfections (2002)
I ain't leaving, I ain't leaving
Came to put the God in your body this evening You can't run, you can't hide Buckle in and enjoy the ride For beyond all space and time Jump on in y'all we wasting time If you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing It's OK, it's alright Came to put the boogie in your body tonight Don't be scared, don't be scared Just grab my hand and hold on tight I'll be the light that will guide you there You probably hate me but I hardly care 'Cause if you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing I said a sham a lama, shama a lama ding dong You put the umm, whaw, whaw Back into my smile child That is why, that is why You are the suga didi dip girl If you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing Heyyyyyyy, everybody have some fun tonight You got to give the groove a chance Don't hesitate the time won't wait You might not have tomorrow to dance Now get up, and get down I didn't come this far to be fucking around Hey you and you too Why you over there acting shy Have a hit and let me get you high Don't let this feeling pass you by If you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing Sham a lama, shama a lama ding dong You put the umm, whaw, whaw Back into my smile child That is why, that is why You are the suga didi dip girl If you can't hang it's an awful thing Such an awful thing |
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from Esthero - Wikked Lil Grrrls (2005)
Why would you stay if its killing us both just to be here? There's no more room to grow and you wont find yourself 'till you leave me. It's a beautiful world outside these walls, and I love you too much to hold you down with my light shine..... and its blinding you...so G'on....get away.....leave me be 'cause I dont wanna see your face around here. Now don't complicate it, I don't have it in me to hate you. I was meant to be your freedom. I just want to be your faerie. And I try to teach you, but I can only stay for one more day then I am.... Gone....get away....leave me be cause I dont wanna see your face around here. There aint nothing here for you if you stay. And its so hard to hear myself say "go away" instead of " baby please stay just one more day" I barely have the strength to leave you and you don't wanna be with me So go on (just get gone) and leave me alone... cee-lo: that isn't true girl, how could you say what you not mean? oh we used to have such a hot thing and I just cant go anywhere and be not seen but for the love of you theres places I have stopped being and don't make me start about all the sweets and all the shopping I mean God I even went out and got a ring And its no cliche Love is blind its in you Literally- stop seeing But when you truly love someone, girl, you wouldn't be shamed And if I did not see you there, girl, I wouldn't have came You must have some strong shoulders 'cause thats where you be putting the blame Whoever said fucked up your head Talking bout if you had love then you wouldn't have pain. |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Lord it's so hard, living this life
ah constant struggle each and every day Some wonder why I'd rather die than to continue living this way Many are blind and cannot find the truth cuz no-one seems to really know But I won't accept that this is how it's gon to be Devil ya got ta let me and my people go Cuz I wanna be free Completely free Lord won't you please come and save me Cuz I wanna be free |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do Nobody from my crew will I forget And if I start to get large and come up on some change I won't change, everybody know they down It's not the same, everyday life can be different These laws got me ready to ball Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess Cause the system got us fucked up It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go So how U feel??? Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb To feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off my mind That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin' Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little bro' In Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin' Thru one of our episodes, only god knows, whut I go thru so I get down On my knees, sometimes I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's Like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E, put it Down on paper...So whut chu feel? I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood It's people killin' in da street to eat Surviving the day is the only goat that I set Just to make it home, I'm not alone Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth What route did you take man Caught me by that loops of my pants Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by No questions I said nothing Lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit Close my mouth then I dip See to me G is a person who understand tha plan Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man They got some new suites down Peachtree Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hardheads Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shit's slick Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past Cuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your case Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe But ain't no place to run... Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat 'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street Shit, you might see a nigga on tv But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free That little money be gone...got dammit, I'm grown Gotta help keep the heat and tights on It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po' At least I know what my friends here fo' I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not That's why we got nigga's killing Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole Cause without you there'd be no me And without no unity there will never be any happiness You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress God bless my...thought process The thought process... Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life Done sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing' Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one They said it skipped from 12 to 14 Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion Label me murder because my ass is scorchin' Hot from the glock that sits under my seat Yeah, it's real fucked up that my floks come to get me And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem! |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
*knock knock knock* WHO IZIT?
Hey man, it's straight shoota man Man how many times bro? Hit me three times man, let me see them talkin Aight Aight brutha *BOOM* This is the Red Dog police department! Just get on the ground! Get down and get your god damn! Get your hands across your head! Get your god damn hands... |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me? See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver That nigga B-I-G will make ya'll niggas believers Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same southern slang Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe! See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South See never did I thank when I got grown That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town See life's a bitch then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South See in the 3rd grade this is what you told You was bought, you was sold Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back See East Point Atlanta threw this road block Talkin 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop So the big time players off John Freeman Way Had to find themselves another back street to take Cause back in the day we was outta control We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours" That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared Never would we talk, never would we tell So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells" We took what we want and left them quiet as hell What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint Dealers breakin off that blow up for those woodchips A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B. Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in tha Dirty South One to da two da three da four Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb What you niggas know about the Dirty South What you niggas know about the Dirty South |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
When the scene unfolds young girls
Thirteen years old expose themselves To any Tom, Dick and Hank Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes hollin they got rank See Sega aint in this new world order Dem experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia United Nations, overseas they trained assassins to do search and seize aint knocking or askin' Dem coming for niggas like me Po' white trash, like they Tricks like her back in slavery Concentration camps laced with gas pipes lines Inferno's outdoors like they had back When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945 Listen to me now, believe me later on In the future, look it up where they said it Aint no more constitution in the event of a race war Places like operation heartbreak hotel moments tear until air tight vents seat off despair Dem say expect no mercy, fool You should be my least worries, gotta deal with W-2's, 1099's unmarked black helicopters swoop down And try to put missiles in mines Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Me and my family moved in our apartment complex A gate with the serial code was put up next They claim that this community is so drug free But it don't look that way to me cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the sto 24/7 junkies looking for a hit of the blo it's powerful Oh you know what else they tryin to do make a curfew especially for me and you the traces of the new world order time is getting shorter if we don't get prepared, people, this' gone be a slaughter My mind won't allow me to not be curious My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our ass in Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Listen up, little nigga, I'm talking to you About what yo little ass need to be going through I fall a victim too and I know I shouldn't smoke so much but I do with the crew Everyday on the average 'bout 4 or 5 I'm lucky to be alive at sunrise now I realize the cost after I lost My best friend Bean I recognize as a King Who am I to tell you to stop smokin Now you're open to disease and colds and aint 16 years old, This shit has got to stop let's take a walk through detox I want outta this hold I'm in a cell Under attack loc up folks they in the hood, Got an eye on every move I make Open your face to info you aint know cause it's kept low How the new world plan reeks the planet without the black man So what's your angle, try to separate me from the Blood is disrespect like coming in my home and not Wiping your feet on tha rug the Citron Absolut Has got me bucking no hang with no phony Lookout for the man with tha mask and the white pony On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane To enforce the new system by reign Tag my skin with your computer chip run your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now - No more fishing for your fish Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone Mind blown, conception, protection My name on your selections but I caught you coming POW! Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Who's that peeking in my window POW nobody now Think about it, use that tool between Your two shoulders. The brain cells... |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Sometimes words are enough to kill over
Thanksgiving didn't give So what should I hope for I keep on looking fo job But job seems not to like me What else my doors kick off the hedges Somebody just fill they Christmas list Off me and tha family And damn I just miss them Felt like I've been raped A figures been through my drawers Always read tha times in between tha black Spent my summers in that country So I consider myself a Jack Some left this world by putting bullets in they head But little Johnnie across the street hung hisself from his bunk-bed Had to go to court in tha mornin' Nothing hard about it My little partner was just scared How scared Gipp that scared When I was B-gee Used to think I couldn't be hit None of my homies carried guns All I had was a stick Coming out hard was the way from day one One of the smallest muthafuckers in the crew But you knew and feel the type of niggas that kill Be the ones that's out to prove something To them other niggers cause They already know the outcome What's going down at the party So many fine hoes nobody knows why We buck, I guess we up in a rut Looking for but at the same time Up in the Flame supporting girls up in the game Out to get a piece of what the system Has designed black folks to struggle for So I bust, so much to deal with Can't feel what's real from fake For my sake I stay close to home So them crackers don't take and Never give back to my hood In desperate need of change Be this way to We arrage it to be fit me Growing up on Sesame Street Can you feel, what I feel? Can you hear, what I hear? Can you see what I see? When ma feet hit the streets What chu know? What chu know? About Sesame Street? Georgia Power wants to put me in the dark But one spark I see Sammy streak to ma spot In this red Fred Sanford truck undercover But he geela folks fo da class "A" substances narcotics Ole shought stopping ask? Can be "shock-ca-locka"? Um to mad to be scared So for the price if you go it Like that to be the boss you gladly pay it An arm and a leg I'd be lying if I say I ain't Need no help, can't do it by myself It's raining sesame Cause it's only so much time left in this crazy world Mates in prison guards life with a hamma So excuse ma grammar Behind the walls of Atlanta, Federal Penn The tait on "Fred Stock" the cell blox wit no C.O.'s Equipped with radios The system is fraud and the security camera Now have we an eyeball on it yet The second stage denied I wonder if I get another trial Remember me from way back in the days Lived right around the corner from Benjamin Mays I'm amazed that we made it this far A po black family is all that we are Wishing upon a star For a trace of happiness My mama do her best but she ain't making no progresss Maybe it's a test that we all gotta pass My situations making me grow too fast 13 and a half years old standing at the bus stop Alone in the cold on my way to be degraded For a fee to help get my family off this streeet called Sesame Can you feel, what I feel? Can you hear, what I hear? Can you see what I see? When ma feet hit the streets What chu know? What chu know? About Sesame Street? |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
You 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean out
But i luv her till death do us part Though she divorced my pop the hard way Back in nineteen "yassey" for the past sixteen years I took on the responsibility of daddy... Ma ol' burd... puttin a real buzz in my ear, makin sho' it marinate And not go out the other ear Guess who? stood beside me when y'all wouldn't force fed when I Couldn't lift a spoon to my skull God is good, God is kind mimmicin' her taught me how to say mine ... Grace improvised wit bakin' soda when it wasn't no toothpaste Now what that went with?? my ol' burd cried tears of joy When she heard I wasn't gon' serve time for possession Of the "sawed off" runnin' out of spurs When I came home blowed and couldn't find the key hole, guess who Unlocked the doors, my Ol' burd puttin' my hairs out I better eat before you bug me to death Shut-up you old ungrateful ass nigga, she trying to help yo' ass... I wasn't ready to eat yet but I enjoyed the dinner she said, "I'm glad" Slid down my esophagus wit ease, even though she have this skin disease, That won't allow me to gain weight do my own eyes deceive me Guess who tuck me in before I started drivin this Benz Again & again, told me not to and when I did... Guess who beat the dog shit outta me kid My Moma didn't play, shiiit, I had to pick the switches... You guess who!!! My Moma, destination unknown, went out on her own She was barely even grown and became my Moma I never knew my dad, so even when the times got bad I was glad cause I had my Moma For so long she had to be strong I know at certain times she was wrong But she still my Moma, it still amazes me The Lord had to help her raise me judging from the way I used to be My Moma, the biggest player that I know I love her so Hell everything I got I owe to my Moma Thank you for caring, thank you for sharing yo' luv I guess that was yo' way of preparing Yo' son to be the one and not the two To make you and my daddy's dream come true But what a surprise a car wreck left you paralyzed The sheet was pulled over yo' eyes when the doctor advised The family that you might not ever talk again But you talkin' so I know that you gon' walk again But take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme... My Moma Who was tha first to hold you in some arms Tha first to change your diaper when your stomach wasn't calm Your Moma, wit that drama brought you into this world From a world of down under I wonder now she know when I was lying, when I was telling the truth With the proof she would explain how I've been skipping school With that boys putting wholes on my back with the same belt Around my waist that held my panst up Takin' back only got you closer to Southern Bell Got your forehead swell I swear she knew when it was real or when it was fake like Clampetts With dreads and if I couldn't handle a situation then I fled Behind closed doors I froze, in Garnett holes I rose Who that hell got my bond Standing in front of that two-inch glass A woman ready to hand the cash over for her son... My Mama!! Sometimes we get it on, I know at times I'm wrong Lookin' into my eyes just to let me know she tried is enough for me I'm callin' a truce it seems we more like brother and sister Even though she pay the bills wit the mister Brought me home in '72 and gave me all she had Cause I was left at birth she knew it could work Since she gave me the first chance my song and dance Pearl, my world, what would I do without her spark Probably be on the street wit nothin' to eat but I got a happy home Ever since my first day it's heaven sent now I know What it's meant when I say I appreciate what you've done and what you do your only son... Guess who??? The only one that cares for real and really understands how I feel Help me over come my fears and never left me through the years So I dedicate this song for you, for all that you brought me through I know there will never be another that will love me like my Mother |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Put me in a serious situation hope I get another chance
To live life as I know 4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest I guess I smoke too much sess Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who Where's the crew thick mist in the trail I'm feelin' pressure off the tess Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my blood Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way I want this thang to flow If I can help the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks You settin' me cancer on a stick, visualize destruction soon to come Throwin' within this city we call Atlantis Prayin' like a mantis everyday ain't good in the woods of Southwest I stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' spirit and you mind! So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti When half your army in the bed with pains in their back And behind their head Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, didn't give a damn Who only wanted Saddam now your hands numb Can't run old age before thirty This what you wanted when you signed your (hand) 'cock on tha line Fightin' for your spirit and your mind, service to my kind... Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and mind They got us fighting for our spirit and mind Still fighting for our spirit and mind We can't stop fighting for our spirit and mind Multiple stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread The voices on the radio got me seamed Can't put a smile on my face cuz my pockets ain't straight At least not the way I want 'em to be Early as phuckk, eight fifty-one Last night I barely got some Z's ... sleep...uh I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares It sound like wind blowin' when she weep, speak I can't I'm tired on the way to the slave camp... I utter very little words, I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched From the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb ... Rollin' down Main Street East Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't smilin Outside it's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the liquor store Closed that's right I go hotta at this beeso I know Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae Thru this green light I sees That tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out The ride empty the glock fo', five, D.E.A.D. Woke up handcuffed inside Grady Tagged with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank) I took two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old E Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all wrong Blood last five points, I'm gone (Cee-Lo) As individuals and as a people we are at war But the majority of my side got they eyes open wide But still don't recognize what we fighting fo I guess that's what I'm writing for to try to shed some light But we been in the darkness for so long, don't know right from wrong Y'all scared to come near it, you ignore the voice In your head when you hear it The enemy is after yo' spirit but you think it's all in yo' mind You'll find a lot of the reason we behind Is because the system is designed to keep our third eyes blind But not blind in the sense that our other two eyes can't see You just end investing quality time in places you don't even neeed to be We don't even know who we are, but the answer ain't far Matter of fact its right up under our nose But the system taught us to keep that book closed See the reason why he gotta lie and deceive is so That we won't act accordingly To get the blessings we suppose to receive Yeah it's true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a devil too See, he's jealous because his skin is a curse but what's worse is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some bullshit first We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual people God's chosen few Think about the slave trade when they had boats with Thousands of us on board And we still was praising the Lord now you ready to die Over a coat, a necklace round your throat, that's bullshit Black people ya'll better realize, we losin, you better fight and die If you got to get yo' spirit and mind back and we got to do it together Goodie Mob means, "The Good Die Mostly Over Bullshit" You take away one "O" and it will let you know "God is Every Man of Blackness" The Lord has spoken thru me and the G-Mo-B! |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Lock the doors.....!!!!
Intro/Chorus: Cee-Lo It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same Helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste Blood is a terrible thing to waste (Big Gipp) In my flip-flops and socks, I walk blocks confused cos my nose ain't right, my sight blind Smoke, need somethin from my toke More than half my folk vying for the juice of cooked goose In the city of disgust, nuttin new blew in but almost left your bed, yet I said.... My mind back home, I roam the path in the trees I give my ankles in the mud for my blood, what happened was something for the ill-minded, even though you're true your feet can't fit in my shoes, I got red in my eyes My old man still don't understand why The things I do, the way I think A hot spell and death feel, got the chokers for the low-low's Specialisin in the greenery Code name: Cardwell, so what's real? I still float the sidewalks of Abbotsville Consume smoke with my folks on the low-lean Blew Dixie Hill to get a little more pote' And if ya can't find none of the Goodie in the veins of the ATL, try the wood or the trail (Cee-Lo) I try to make sense outta nonsense each and every day I got to cos things is kinda crazy round the way Each word that I say may cut you like a knife and totally influence and change somebody life Who me? I'm 19, and best to have seen what I already seen Life taught me a lot That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot Ain't gotta be no jacker for offense from the high A liquor store on every corner that you walk by I watch my niggas die for no reasons In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons Them crackers don't give a fuck, then again why should they They evil from their head to they toes so how could they You could say, the biggest problem in the black community is lack of unity I love you but I ain't gon' let you pray for me So if you must shed blood so be it The end is comin I can see it Yeah, the end is comin I can see it..... It's in the blood (T-Bu) Me look at myself and say "Damn!" I use to rock Cascade at night and East bound But now I sit back and take a pull Take out my pin, I'm ready to get a beer, wet, I ???? ???? I'm ready to pay my dues, fool Why choose to trump me, I never did shit but you label me the OutKast So even if I was to blast on your punk ass it wouldn't change my opinion of a customer That I was to serve like a bird over on the South West side and this side better be rollin thick It's that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin Huh, and callin da wild, cos I don't smile I keep a grim look and bust a *?poor 6-0 cars?* Out in their yard without a strap ain't cool You just a son of your daddy and momma without a tool, fool No time for weep, incomplete, my story ain't told to glorify no glory I lost my sister age nine doin a crime for a hustle So she died lookin for that muscle You wonder why I acts how I do, quiet-type So I might strike any minute, fool.... Step into Zone 3, see South West Atlanta up in this motherfucker deep Don't sleep, you all, in my cabin braggin but I can't hear or see see clear cos we all on the outside, we're pimpin or homicide Already so many resting in peace but I can't sleep til I can believe I'm ready to die for my cause I'm Good cos I'm true to my blood (Khujo) I'll blast for my family, don't be mad at me Was it because I didn't finish C-O-double L-E-G-E? There's only a punk ass army down while you're harassin me Stop takin me thru episode after episode The reason why I ???? ???? is to keep on punching holes in the wall, I had dreams I played ball wit the pros, I pop punts and field goals Droppin them fat guv's in the weight room Had, so nigga on swole but that was in the days of the old strole Now I'm wisin up to the fuck shit, got a new click to run with Bays a left at Campbelltown Plaza, *?Foo-ti and C's?* and ol' South Oh yeah, I borrow rollerscott tissue when it's sun, and paper completes my grocery list, proceded to my ol' bird in the kitchen cookin chitlins Pre-setting the eggs, the fish, the grits, that hit the spot but this morning I had to punch the clock Whether it be sittin off in the hills of Dixie witta pocket full of rocks that icey Creole, you talkin to me? Ettering bastard, put it down on paper I put a thermal couple of two on 'burnt out on capers' Everytime the rubber buck, it was like plus-fools hit from a potented salt Scab A-rab, many hoes suckin on your nuts That's why I'm stealin your death right now because later on you might leave me hangin Is it the noose rhyme on people's necks when already tangin tight, from the dank is dye, and now, banger who am I to tell you to stop, but don't be bringin that nonsense in these hills, brass bop Benz in my grill All the way, Confederate man you thought it was fuck ???? You ladies are real ready, it's janky on edge, it's in the kill The beast in you divided who? Me from him? You gotta chance but it's slim, it's slim Just walked out the door but yet and still You want some ole 9-7-6 gab, slab by slab Broke my community down to its knees Deep burgundy, haemmorage and internally.... B-L-O-O-D..... Hmm, yeah, uhh Outro/Chorus: Cee-Lo It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same You helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste You're blood is a terrible thing to waste It's a shame, when niggas gon' realise we're the same You helpin the enemy win the game If you a player, use precision, don't make a decision in haste You're blood is a terrible thing to waste We all blood..... |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
One Million Niggaz Inside...
You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Let me tell you somethin real Plenty niggas sittin in jail just to eat a decent meal But see the rest they running on instinct And the way they treat me today like they shit don't stank Make me mad a fuck and fo' dat A million niggas want to tear Alanta up This that shit like to see A gang of niggas working together To put the devil straight to sleep We sendin' his ass to the grave ain't no such thang As a nineteen-ninety-five slave You brought that shit on yo'self But fo' me from the beginning a fucked-up hand was already dealt I used to trust in my preacher But now a days my mac-11 is my one and only teacher Seems like youwould listen to reasons I guess Atlanta nuts are too deep in season I went to jail fo' the cause and to black police Wouldn't give 'em the sweat off my fuckin' balls Suckin' on the devil's dick already kissin his ass fo a ten dolla' raise Bitch beat me down fo' some petty cash, smilin' in my face As the beast looked and laughed...O.M.N.I. One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct On my nerves instinct has takin' over Which is makin' me move slower so I don't miss shit So I don't get too high when I had to trust ya You betrayed the crew and I had to bust ya Wanna come back and take you Worried about the wrong thang this paper aint' gon' set you far They 'bout to start the revolution to let you knew where tey are And where they stand they got the upper hand Listen to the SWAT's, let me tell ya how it is man You got close and you realize what it is We fighting each other in the streets of each And you live and learn day by day It could get worse, picture me driving a hearse on the day after Hit a joint from a kid that I saw that didn't notice me on the street War was the vibe now I'm locked in this time One Million Niggas Inside... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Ain't no mo' you, ain't no mo' me It's only us but no unity Got yo' eyes open still can't see You' soul is priceless but you'll die for free Is it you don't know? Is it they don't show? If it is, then realize them crackers don't owe you no explanation Yo' hesitation to learn the truth will be yo' extermination That's why we gotta put the bullshit to rest Excuse me, I'm 'bout to get some shit off my chest Niggas is still dying it aint' no excuse A.I.D.S. got it where the niggas can't reproduce Niggas don't wanna listen when you tell it like it is Can't even get his own cause you worried 'bout his Regardless where you from I'm your got-damn brother We ain't never ever gon' make it without each other Seek and you'll find but we gon' stay lost until... One Million Niggas Inside this frame of mind... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct Blue skies, sweatin' hot rain, watching the floors fall is the game Seeing one side of the Federal Building gone from the car Came the storm right streets to Garnett filled to the curb No where to go but Lovejoy, can't exit off here Got me trapped on your high concrete want me to speak Took away Mosley and Maddox for the weekend Kept me on your one way streets For the arrestee show no pity, siege be under the city Hidden eyes on poles that light my path Mutant is the mind frame, one million nigga's showed up at your door To get it on, with the new clan coming live...from tha OMNI... One Million Niggaz Inside... You can't break me even though you try One Million Niggaz Inside... Even though you hit me with everything you got One Million Niggaz Inside... I still found truth even though you lied One Million Niggaz Inside... When the rest are runnin' on instinct |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed
Cause in da SWAT's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz', you know me, givin' me left hand dap P-funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain "X" marks the spot twain, O.C. the cut layin' a stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly - think, but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin a buzz in you ear "It's gonna snow" or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel - 254 Today was good to me I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water Half these figures around me be hollering Newt Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254 Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where tha fuck I'm going, I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag... Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore takin' what I say for what it's worth It don't matter cuz how I feel might be triggered From thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky why try so hard If all I'ma get is spit on Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin on shit But some of these folks is gettin rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind... Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split yo' ass up for real Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax Are being made by Organo-i-z-e Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin paid For chillin, illin' willin' to do what I got to do To come thru your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp Ha, ha, ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth I smile because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming thru, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop and my nigga Mike L And Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken, you know he down wit me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm diggin all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day Ooooh shit!! |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
My old boy from the point
But I'm from Southwest and every Now and then I get put to the test But I can't be stopped Cause I gotta come true ain't go no gun But I got my crew Didn't come fro no beef cause I don't eat steak I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy Not covered in too much Drinking a cup of punch, tropical Every last Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling Didn't know why but it felt so good Like some waffles in that morning Headed back to tha woods Now I'm full as tick Got some soul on blast in tha cassette Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet Hot wings from Mo-Joes Got my forehead sweating Celery and blue cheese on my menu next Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill me with second-hand obstables But, only to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing figure laughing Shut up clown don't talk to me Like that looking stupid of course living day by day and you ain't hard Trick hell you say? It's such a blessing when my eyes Get to see the sun rise To get further away from where I've been But I'll never gorget everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because If I hada went and took the easy way i wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today Everythang that I did Different thangs I was told Just ended up being tood for my soul Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food Sunday morning where you reating at? I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive Ole' burd working the stove ride Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's Last night hanging over from a good time yeah beef is cheaper but It's pumped with "red dye" between two pieces of bread Shawty look good with dem hairy legs Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient Spaghetty plus her monthly flow They know they making it hard on the yard Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square Looking at Lenox from the outside With a stare no money to go inside Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep As I speak wuz up from the driver seat A heaping helping of fried chicken Macaroni and cheese and collard greens Too big for my jeans Somke steams from under the lid that's on the pot Ain't never had allot but thankful for The little that I got why not be Fast food got me feeling sick Them crackers think they sick By trying to make this bullshit affordable I thank the Lord taht my voice was recordable Come an get your soul food well well.. Hold up C it's what I write And Miss Lady acting like we in jail Says she ain't got no extra hush puppis to sell Bankhead seafood making me hit that door With a mind full of attitude It was a line at tha beautiful JJ'S Ribshack was packed too Looking to be one of dem days When Momma ain't cooking Everybody's out hunting with tha family Looking for a little soul food Come and get yo' soul food, well well Good old-fashioned soul food, all right Everythang is for free As good as it can be Come and get some soul food |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Naaah I can't do this shit y'all my stuff home
Gotta nigga name all lit up This ain't the first time this name all lit up Man y'all niggaz realize man been in this motherfuckin box man, god damn Saight my nigga, saight Go on and rest, for corn and bread Ahh yeah baby yeah King Bee! King Bee! Awright my nigga (we ain't gonna forget you my nigga) Fuck it man, Gipp he got cellular of Ron's Ahh man, jus', youknowhatI'msayin? Ain't no tellin man, knowhatI'msayin when I'm gonna be off in that motherfucker dirty, knowhatI'msayin? I don't how they knew YaknowhatI'msayin, I don't know what they gon say when I'm gon hog KnowhatI'msayin? I can feel that shit dirty |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
Everyday somebody gets killed
What's the deal it's 1995 and a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dream I want things a crib a car while living the life of a king I know I take for granted at times for what I got still hustlin' and bustlin' and now and then I stand a pop or two to come up a steady battle through the days Mamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paid the system aint given T-mo a chance 22 on the loose and black trying to get the noose a little slack around my neck they making it hard for a brother to cope it's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax I'm ready to go up shit until they give my freedom back. Service to what, who Damn, you got caught sought away out The trait is getting full, calling up your pull but pull aint got it. I fell cold inside like A man sleeping on pavement Under the bridge of I-20 west And stress on the face of the man Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear And who dat miss they fee Cuz all they personal shit Is sitting on the front lawn of Apple Tree And for those who aint got take Before the owner shows back up with the U-haul Police you call But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff See I stand tall to this world Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself A book on a shelf of many MC's seen them come and go Style free with Cool Breeze Til it's thick like dat fog Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog Dropping a point from the East >From a location out tha trees 360 degrees. Born into these crooked ways I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the days I struggle and fight to stay alive Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ... Niggas aint getting no where fast but, closer to the hearse Why sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me Almost dropped ma end of the casket Woodgrain and the only thang on my brain is where this coward hang (SWATS) South West Atlanta Fountain Lane Forgot the batch niggah got thirty years Lord forgive me and my foes I know Revenge is best served when cold by those Who feel no guilt God don't care whether you got a spade or not Aint no turning in your playing hand you was dealt Better tighten up your belt man, always go with The first instinct because, I don't make the rules Oooh, you know how it is in these streets Victims rarely get a chance to think twice As he laid in the final resting place He had such a peaceful expression in his face My visions blurry from crying But it aint hard to see that At any time it coulda been me It's about 90 degrees outside But yet it felt like i'm froze The ceremonies come to a close I toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yet Damn I done fucked around and got upset But it aint nothing we can do It's bigger than me and you One day our time coming too So aint no use in being sad Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever had We should be glad Maybe his life was something That he had to give to show me That I need to be responsible about how I live I won't complain about my pain But I just aint gone let my niggas die in vain So Bean I'm gone make it for you The cycle that these young black men keep goin through I'm gone break it for you And start takin care of me And me consist of all my friends and my family From now on, until I'm gone. Born into these crooked ways I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the days I struggle and fight to stay alive Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' |
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from Goodie Mob - Soul Food (1995)
We sit back
And watch, for the bullshit Cause you know it's comin *know it's comin... know it's comin..* *You know it's comin... you know it's...* |
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