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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
The call .. the way to view my life
20 cylinders is more for any .. pipe Fuck every bitch worthy in the east coast twice Call the badders a whore and one to turn ? Triple beans in nipple rings This thins is fantasy when you're a king Eat life from the palm of my hands We came out winners from the villagers dance Welcome to the city where anything is possible American dream overcome many obstacles Rainbow .. just may lead you to a protocol Chain so chilly i believe that i'm gonna caught a cold But the flow nothing to sneeze at De colors all up in my ear like is ? Know .. through with the .. Never mind the price in the change .. Chorus Welcome to the city of dreams When you never have to wake up from a nightmare So you better pack heavy Welcome to the city of dreams When you never have to wake up from a nightmare So you better be ready I am living life at a fast pace Who said both running in a faster race Break a deal? the master ? We order sushi sucking on Edamame Dance with an girlfriend i am in heaven mammy She is fairytale i sell fairy dust Let the bitch dream i've been fair enough I am drop dead in a drop head We can .. in the trunk that's what i said Gotta .. for my soul that's what bob said I think ? for somebody .. with every fact noted in the .. city ? Chorus Time is running out on you niggers The clock is ticking .. the plot thickens You all heard we fly with the bird We caught chickens.. the top is missing .. to the window i throw it out .. like the lakers Haters you all want .. beef i serve the odb And i can't be touched by none of you I got ocd and i am nice with the kids too See we play the scale get the grips of ? I got the .. something don't seat well .. i fuck bad bitches like .. But i ? you niggers best believe ? Chorus |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
[Clipse]
I keeps that dirty money, Im talkin fast cash, Im talkinn razor shaving, Im talkin duffle bags, Im talkin you can count it papi its all there. Im talkin hooking up that slumdog millionare, I like the fast girls, who like them fast cars, who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow, I know those YSL platforms aint coming cheap, and plus i like to show i gets it from the streets. [Keri Hilson] Dressed like i belong on TV Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me [Clipse] I see your name in lights, your face on the bigscreen, lets cruise drop the top, you deserve to be seen. Rockin those prada googles your my next top model, your style like jackie yo now just sit back and let em marvel. i know you see this paper i bet you count my cash. Countless trips to sex with her make ? bags, new kimora purse let that quench your thirst damn right those bitches here cause they just had it first [Keri Hilson] Dressed like i belong on TV Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me Jockin my swag, ill pop tags youll be borrowing, no drinks in here yall thirsty well be swallowing, dont matter where i go those haters be following, baby, so hey now [Clipse] I know what girls like, know whatchu looking for, those ? fittin right, you hyped them up some more. you pulled that hair back, stick that ass out for them boys to see, you damn near broke your hole from oozing trying to catch a g. Gucci, fendi , louis, your man dont do that do he. now take the stage the floor is yours comeon and make a movie, pump that camera mama, rip that runway baby, now pop that collar, see them dollars, see them dollar signs, why they hatin |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion While other *** crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin' 'em Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me They see I'm shining dog, you see these diamonds dog They say I'm shining so hard I like to blind 'em dog You got a problem dog, well, you can bring it on I got at least a hundred shots and you can get 'em all Hey, I did it, I really did it I'm like a poster child for *** that just get it, get it I'm supposed to smile for my *** who ain't here to live it I'm putting money on they books so they can ball in prison And feel the spirit of a boss, duel pipe exhaust All we know is the floss I'm cocaine castling throwing bombs to moss My *** keeps the newest and the latest A street nigga, she know I'm the greatest, hey, hey Hold up that Rosea, pourin' half the bottle out If you from where I'm from, you know where I'm flowin' out Overcame the odds, so we overdue them cars We done balled around the world, now we reaching for the stars Hey, hey I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey See I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion While other *** crashing 'em, hey I'm just steady mashin' 'em Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me If only I would have gotten what I had deserved Lord knows I would have been done left this earth Or either in somebody's jail rotten that's my word If not yourselves then you need to have them kids in church Mistook my work for selling crack You should have gotten more out of that than that My grandma would say you, boy you backwards as a hat Whether in a trap, NFL draft pick or rap Virginia is for hustlers, hustlers get it back I thought that life was a bad *** bad car Life is with your kids watching 'Madagascar' In the headrest of the H3 with crash bar Rockin' playclothes, everyday's a catwalk I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion While other *** crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin' 'em Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me Been there, done that, fell off, got back Real *** ***, only champions can talk that Earn my respect, *** hating 'cause they want that Been to hell and back, only champions can walk that Talk that put yo money where yo mouth is T off on the green, golf courses where the house is A long way from pumping out housing projects Investing in real estate weighing out my prospects I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion While other *** crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin' 'em Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
[Chorus:]
Yo... Look at that ass just bouncing Oh god I need counseling Images in my head steady hounding Oh god I need counseling You don't want to bring your chicks around me Oh god I need counseling How many chicks do I got I'm still counting Shhh man I need counseling Hey! I think I got a problem problem... And I need an open ear to try to solve 'em Having a hard time picking out my darling So until then I guess I juggle all 'em Nah I ain't gonna beg my pardon Cause I don't shop for none ya'll bitch in hardin B... Sippin on sweet as a Chardonnay I balls I don't bargain C I used to be all about the fat ass Then I find a cutie with a flat ass Good hair nice smile but a flat ass 2 outta 3 shit I couldn't let that pass Doc wat you gon' about this Cause I ain't got a clue about this I'm use to getting what, when I want where I want how I want Then them girls hollerwin "you ain't shit" [Chorus] So many chicks I can pick a favorite My shrink even say me behavior's sick The hips to how shawty lick a lips Just a few thoughts that come to mind as a reminisce Temptation always be my nemesis A few sips then take it back to my premises Innocence lost once again How could you be more than friends Baby don't be mad then back that the fun that we had The love we share is so cheap like a E-class You ain't alone I too am a sleaze bag I guess I need a celebrity rehab because Ain't no real chance to love, all my wrong doings forbid me to trust Oh God forgive me for lust don't let another heart get crush [Chorus] |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
(Chorus)
Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch Ye ain't got money like this I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch So scream it If ya ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch Sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this Lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six Lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga (Verse 1) Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach in full bloom, thousand dollar suites White sheets, white rooms, I got a bright future neck like a full moon Buy what we want, spend what they want Young, rich, hot nigga, everything she wants Triple beams scales got me under deep spells Kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well Cocaine bought me everything I ever had And I ain't neva been scared, that's been my very last 'Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back Last 2 o 10 bricks, shit I'm cookin' that (Chorus) (Verse 2) My life's too real to be a PSA The million in the ceiling is for a rainy day I cut it, than whip her like she Annie Mae Praise God, I escaped by his amazin' grace, nah neva was I savin' 'Face Some family ties aren't possible to break The almighty judge, only he can save me Don't cry for us now, just pray for our babies Mercedes 5, with the open roof, Miami hot rods and the ocean view The tell tale signs that expose the truth, Lil Willy Rat King this one's for you (Chorus) (Verse 3) We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body Big charm, hangin' from my big chain Swing side to side feelin' like I'm T-Pain Pull up to the crib, bitch think she seein' thangs Make a hundred stacks blow it like it's pocket change (Verse 4) If the good die young, than the greats go to jail I miss my Tony, hope you snitches burn in Hell Kiss and tell, with sales on us ballers All because them two doors comin' with big spoilers All because them bitches is actin' like they jallers (?) And we don't count money, we weigh it like fish orders (Chorus) |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
Follow the leader exhaust pipes and breathers, The flash from the barrel turns bullies to believers, The time of the life make the bitches wanna keep ya, This is my reality want it well let me teach ya Follow my footsteps who tragically entriumph Through flows I give you mind comft Kilos consign dem, do as I say like simon And you too will diamond blind hun I'm on my DYLAAN dillinger, flow just killin ya Ya wonder why the real ain't feelin ya, ya fraudin I masoned ya'll martin?margedem? O's together since HOV was named rotten charles jordan YEAAH I kept em noddin, snorting, slobbin, barfin, then bought cars off em The realest rapper that unwrapped and docked em, if you can fit these shoes then walk em, I parked em [Chorus] It could've been a corner, but I had to save my SOOOOOUUUULLLL (save my soul) I'm out there chasing my dreams lookin for a place to GOOOOOOOO (place to go) Tryin to get up out the ghetto come follow with my footsteps ?Damn it maybe middle? then follow with my footsteps Cause if ya don't it might be daaaaaanger [Verse 2 - Malice] It's not for you to do as I do rather do as I say These footsteps could lead you astray, Lead you to the cell or lead you to a grave Either way you may never see the light of day Don't let my wrongs do you the right away To immilate my past escapin the lords grasp Told you the truth yet who was I to brag Especially seeing how?armani fines ain't hard to last I miss my homie but she's missing her dad It weighs on my conscious and I hate conscious rap Apart from that I wish to see you succeed So I speak to my people on the spirit of chuck d You behind the glass trust me and cut deep Then the words to every verse on it me in my sleep So now what you see is malice and contradiction People have hears hope you listenin come on [Chorus] [Verse 3 -Pusha T & Malice] [Pusha T] Follow me like twitter nigga you can check my timeline I'm the quiet one but my intellect is einstein I'm so ennerd by the shit that I've obterred Just lookin at you coons got a nigga lost for words Verge of insanity I'm at my crossroads Shame on the birds that led em like lost souls We got it wholesale we move it like coscos Mercy on the court left us standin here heartbroke [Malice] I tought you how to cut it, cook it on hot stoves I tought you how to share em, when fucking with hot hos Tought you how to rock right shit up on your toes I tought you how to smile for the camera when heartbroke I been the insipiration for all you industry dick tasters To you local dream chasers I am king bush I set the stage for all these people being hooked I weigh mountains while all them niggas just sayin hooks Ooh Ooh Ooh your momma's there Ooh Ooh Ooh your grandmomma's there Ooh Ooh Ooh your babysister's there [Chorus] |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
Pusha-T; With every line written, And all I have given Music's been nothing more than a self made prison I've taken inmate loses at the hands of this one My pen's been the poison to family and friendships Now is time to mend shit, Time to bring closure to The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due Thinking to myself, what can I be owing you? They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you Before I trouble t-boy, It's just a D-boy Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is All apologies, I bear the cross I wear the blame We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain Not to confuse, Our sentiment are all the same I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain Same thing brought tears to innocence I turned away And didn't even flinch, Yuuch The music drove me crazy Looked up and lost the first bitch ever wanted to have my babies Nowadays She can't even face me I'm sorry for the heartbreak I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby Pompus muthafucka! Just look what them jewels made me I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me What a thing to say! But what am I to do? I'm role playing a conscious nigga And true is true Cocaine aside All of the blogger behoove My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to I owe you all Malice: This is were the buck stop, here's where I draw the line I touch the hem Gods work is so divine I see the error of my ways over time Never to return, Malicous has been refined Like vine with time, I get better Not for valley vintage, my flow is fermented Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar Run to these words, as if there's no tomorrow Never mind my car, careful what you wish for Behind the curtains, the devil and his pitch fork Jealousy, I ask thee: "What is this for?" How was I to know I was happy being piss poor No whore, that's not love, we was fucking I was in search of a chicken head; you was clucking And I was lusting We were both out of order I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter Am I my brothers keeper for himself every man I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands Except me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans Be careful of what you speak of, I've come to understand bitch |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out? Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good, what you see? Four hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? Looking good Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new Swimming through the streets, looking like I'm Shamu In that big body with the wet paint I got some pocket change from selling wet weight Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest Looking at my Blackberry, freak, hit me on the text Come and beat it up, I just need a minute You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it, yes Niggas don't like you when you lookin' good Hate it when you shining through the neighborhood Brand new ride, niggas know the time Ho's cut they eyes, we call them samurais Fly as I could ever be A level of success that you could never see You jealous mayne, we in propellas mayne Think about it, ain't shit you could tell us mayne You can find me in the streets, even in a drought My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out? Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good, what you see? Four hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? You can test it out ma, tell me what you see Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me Don't it tell ya I'm good? What that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? I'm looking good Crusin' on them 22s, got me sittin' pretty You should hear that engine purr, here kitty-kitty Ride through the city, everybody know me And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on me Shoutin' out the homies as I breeze by I'm on cloud 9, and I ain't even high Told my shawty I'll be back, and I ain't even lie Them VVS' be the best money can buy I see you flirtin' baby, them jeans is painted on her Mama looking right, and I don't even want her No need to take it personal, but that just how it be No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me Finally I'm free, all my dues paid Them yellow diamonds got the charm like it's Minute Maid And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feeling good Try and stop my shine, I wish a nigga would You can find me in the streets, even in a drought My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out? Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good, what you see? Four hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? You can test it out ma, tell me what you see Order what you want, hell yeah, it's on me Don't it tell ya I'm good? What that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? I'm looking good, I'm looking good I'm looking good, I'm looking good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm looking good, I'm looking good I'm looking good, I'm looking good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm looking good, I'm looking good I'm looking good, I'm looking good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm looking good, I'm looking good I'm looking good, I'm looking good Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
[Intro] Til the casket drops 관이 떨어질 때까지 Third times a charm right? 세번째는 행운이 따르겠지 그치? Ha ha ha Come on! 이리 와! [Verse One: Pusha-T] I'm kinda like a big deal 난 어찌 보면 거물 It's +Unbelievable+ you see my +Warning+ gives you B.I.G. chills "믿기지도 않지" 내 "경고"는 너에게 "큰" (B.I.G.) 소름을 안겨 The flow runnin' on B.I.G.'s heels B.I.G.의 발꿈치에서 흐르는 플로우 My +Life After Death+, B.I.G. ain't get to see how this feels "죽음 이후의 인생", B.I.G.는 그것의 진짜 느낌을 알지 못했지 Third time's a charm baby 세번째는 행운이 따르지 베이비 After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby 두 개의 명반을 낸 후 또다른 경력을 추가해 It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession 쉬면서 10만 달러씩, 아무런 생각 없이 쓸 수 있다는 건 With no second guessin, 참으로 축복이야 Ha ha we're ballin', drop tops we're floorin' 하하 우린 놀아, 컨버터블을 몰아 Champagne we're pourin' 샴페인을 따라 Re-up is the Gang and I'm all in Re-up이 나의 갱, 난 전부를 바쳐 To the powder & the flame I have fallin' 내가 떨어뜨린 화약 가루와 화염 Get money blow money is my callin' 돈을 벌었다가 날리는게 내 버릇 Yea! Watch a nigga burn through it 그래! 그 속으로 불에 타는 나를 봐 Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it 삶은 미로야, 넌 그 속에서 몸을 비틀고 돌아서고 그렇지 The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it 가장 메마른 가뭄, 난 그 속에서 움직이며 돈을 벌었어 I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push! 난 파마하듯 항상 스트레이트야, 해보자고, 밀어! [Chorus] They whisperin' about us 그들이 우리에 관해 속삭여 I know you haters doubt us 너네들이 우릴 의심하는 건 알아 How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' 감히 우리 돈을 세다니, 우리도 아직 다 못 셌는걸 Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal... 미안하지만 이 말은 해야겠어, 난 어찌 보면 거물이지... [Verse Two: Kanye West] Ay yo I'm sittin' on top of the- Ay yo 난 저 위에- It's more than a feeling ain't it? 상상 그 이상의 기분이지 그치? I be killin' dame it, I'm illin' and I'm illin' - 난 여자들을 잡아먹어, 완전 죽이고 또 죽이지 Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular Eh eh eh Mr. 인기남을 만나보게 Go get your binoculars 가서 쌍안경을 가져와 And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be 그리고 Penthouse 3로 올라와, 거기에 내가 있으니 Spittin' fire on the PJ in my PJ's 내 거리에선 PJ에 불을 뱉어 Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ 소방관(Fire Marshall)이 나보고 TJ처럼 내가 최대한도(Max)에 닿았대 Y'all ain't peep how I said Marshalls, replay 너네들 내가 Marshall이라고 한 거 놓쳤지, 리플레이해봐 I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay 아무래도 난 Black Marshall이 Jay를 만난 경우겠군 Meet Ye' alligator souffle, +Got It Made+ 네 악어 수플레를 봐, "다 요리했지" Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed Special Ed, 특수 학교의 여자한테서 서비스를 받았지 Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class 알다시피 예쁜 여자들은 바보인 법이거든 But she got that dumb ass 하지만 그녀는 바보 같은 엉덩이를 가졌어 Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast 고등학교에 들어가자마자 빠르게도 임신했지 "What happen Tisha, your boyfriend cum fast?" "무슨 일이야 Tisha, 니 남자친구가 빨리 쌌어?" Turn around gimme pound like we folks 돌아서선 친근하게 툭툭 두드리더니 "Hell no I went raw dog, three strokes" "아니 그냥 콘돔 없이 했어, 세 번 왕복이었지" [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice] Lights, cameras, action! 조명, 카메라, 액션! The chain itself is a damn distraction 목걸이 하나로도 꽤나 눈길을 끌지 You claim the belt, the glory I bask in 넌 벨트를 차지해, 난 영광 속에 휴식을 취하지 I be hoppin' the ring, niggas should cash in 난 링을 뛰어다녀, 모두들 돈을 던지길 It's like stoppin' a train, 마치 기차를 멈추는 것과 같아 Nigga think he's stoppin my reign 놈들은 내 지배를 멈출 수 있을거라 생각해 Talk slick while droppin' my name? 날 욕하면서 멋진 척하려고? I'm puttin' y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand 너네들 모두 창피하게 만들어줄게, 작은 손에 쥐어진 다이아몬드 50 percent splits I X out the middle man 50 대 50으로 분배, 중개인은 그냥 제끼거든 A far cry from a stash in the rental van 렌트한 밴에서 울리는 외침 I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan 난 이 게토에 치과 보험이 필요한 이유 Ladies & gentle-man, introducin' 신사 숙녀 여러분, 소개하지 The C4S with the rims protrudin' 타이어가 튀어나온 C4S The roof vamoose, like a magic show 지붕은 날려버려, 마치 마술쇼처럼 Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw 투창을 날리듯 하늘을 바라보고 있어 Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe 너네들은 평범한 놈들처럼 엄지를 만져대지 But just as you reap, so shall you sow 하지만 원래 뿌린대로 거두는 법 [Chorus] |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
[Chorus]
Last night what I seen made my life change Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Yeyet yet yet I move on, Yeh yes I move on, Yeh yes I move on, Yeh yes I move on, (hear me out now) Where I'm from see us guy don't believe in luck I can't beleive what they doin to my nigga buck Facin time, 25 to life 25 the same thing as life Only chips is to fight or to forfiet Baby momma tryin to make the mortgage Daughters playin, tryna put cha back up in the portrait Uh it's like the tear never stop When u was home it's like the smiles never drop Collect calls with all the hopes of the best And hang up with a knot in my chest See see your cell is my hell My hell is our pain The hurt gon never stop until we see you home again And that's all we wanna see Maybe in a dream but not a memory Forget that hold your head man head man Last night what I seen made my life change [Chorus] I was retchid, pitful, poor, blind, and naked So much so I had left my family forsaken A troubled soul whose heart was often achin So much dough but my spirit ever so vacant Foul and fragrant I was taken off course The road ahead should have ended me in divorce But now I see clearly with the family of 4 Never did I deserve a 2 seater porshe Heart filled with remorse, my life was such a mess Now I'm back on board due to the lords GPS One eighty degree turn whoever couldve guessed Malice believe in his heart and out my mouth I confess YES more than blessed I was choosen I been on the troop, my wisdom is that of old men Wasted so much time stuntin for folk When really the whole time I was just stuntin my growth A message to the youth, what I'm offerin is hope Now somethings gotta change I'm at the end of my rope CAUSE [Chorus] You know I gotta go and get it There aint no other choice in it Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage Hear me out now Lord knows I done seen the worlds cold shoulder Seein my future thru the crystal ball of bakin soda Oasis of hoes, my champagne supernova The high life and high times, I watched em turn sober Seen it all come crashin crashin The FEDs was at the door, and no they not askin Sayin they found drugs but they aint talkin asprin Diesel design ones and I aint talkin fast shit Money hoes and clothes is malices past tense All said forgiven, all you do is askin Even when laughin I can't explain the hurt Knowin I can't change the world in a verse Even to my self I'm feelin my screws loose But how can I deny what I know to be true When I dint have a clue, shoulda viewed it as a gift Now I see what they mean ignorance is bliss [Chorus] You know I gotta go and get it There aint no other choice in it Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage Hear me out now |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? (Heh) You should call me uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand (Pusha T) You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal Used to bag work in VA at Econo Lo Now I’m layin’ out at the Delino though But don’t get it twisted, the Uzi’s in the liner, no Hollow tip, dum-dums, and flesh like piranhas know Such a scary thing to hear the souls sing Geronimo Pull up in the CL, the ship’s astronomical Hoes linin’ up on the curb, they fall like dominoes Used to have this white bitch, she looked like Madonna though Heard that she fuckin’ LeBron, but shit, I don’t know Like that, Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago Butt-nekkid, on the balcony at the Dallino I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell’ll know The head shop bitch from DC? Hey, P, let ‘em know (Yeah, that bitch was hot, nigga) But it was time to go Them hoes come in eeny, meeny, minie moe (Pharrell) Mami, you miss me, don’t you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? (Heh) You should call me uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand (Cam’ron) Why wouldn’t I be? Look at shorty (Daaamn) Uh, mami good down to the cuticles (I’m Caaaam) What’s your name, beautiful, like (Caaam) I could get used to your (Raaam) If you knew what I used to do But call me, I’m old, what, Uncle Cam? I tax (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam From the jungle fam, where niggas bundle grams Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble and (Aaaand) The gat on, the belt on the hip Clipse Popular Demand lyrics found on (Aaaand) I keep it fa’ rell with the clips (Clips) Drive a hard bargain (Bargain) I’m Harlem’s only God gorgon, car foreign Duh, the man st-st-stutter by I knew your moms well, tell your mother hi I’m the other guy that got your mother high Up like a caterpillar, I make butter fly (Pharrell) Mami, you miss me, don’t you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? (Heh) You should call me uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand (Malice) Cot damn, the boy’s back For pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps or avoiding the Kojak The pioneer of the coke rap I’m dancin’ with the stars, steppin’ on blow, doin’ the toe-tap The dope return like I had it on LoJack It made its way home like a road map I fathered this If I misled any kid that’s fatherless That burden’s on my soul as long as I exist Generation lost, they sayin’ they can’t reach us The answer is the Lord, like Saturday Night Fever I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper Whether watchin’ for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper Way deeper than rap Money and hoes, it’s deeper than that Fight the temptation, but it keep comin’ back Money stack to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense Who knew those commas meant you could lose your common sense? Before it’s too late, all I can tell ‘em is repent (Pharrell) Mami, you miss me, don’t you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? (Heh) You should call me uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
*** I'm major, that *** nothin'
Young *** old money 'Benjamin Button' Seein' through your 'Poker Face' that *** bluffin' Ladies goin' gaga for *** tryin' to *** 'em Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin' And I got the A-R, why I like to bust it? Why I need counselin'? Why I won't discuss it? Why I spend Donkey Kong naughts in the mall like *** it? Pull up at the stop light, lookin' at this cop like Yeah, I drive big ***, naw my license ain't right Still let the top drop back when it's sunny 'Cause life ain't nothin' but *** and money I don't know what is but somethin' inside When you've got attention you just can't hide Comparin' these faces, inside of my mind I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine I know this now, the good ones ride But I need that diss, I need that rhyme I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme This is sameness and that's why I'm Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Old school Chevy, wide body like a Phantom 5 stars love but them haters can stand 'em UK money, 150 thousand pounds All white lim sittin' low to the ground I just joined the game, the millionaire boys club Gave me box of bakin' soda and skate board I'm in the kitchen puttin' the work on steroids Pickin' out blands for the Feds, I'm paranoid Now I ain't playin', never how, I'm millionaire I know this for four doors, so how it ain't gonna sit in them Showin' off little momma, goin' hard little daddy Yo Gotti homeboy and I'm a walkin' dope pick I don't know what is but somethin' inside When you've got attention you just can't hide Comparin' these faces, inside of my mind I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine I know this now, the good ones ride But I need that diss, I need that rhyme I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme This is sameness and that's why I'm Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy I'm from the era, of letter to the better They tell me rap change, well, I'ma have to let her Common loved her, I wish I never met her They *** her out, there's nothin' left to treasure Seems all I hear 'em say ***, where them dollars at? Here they go right here till 'em *** holla back Hit it then I quit it, then I step like a welcome mat That 2010 got me feelin' like I'm all of that Re-Up game trinity 'Liva, me and Pusha T Got my money right them haters tight like virginity They don't understand how I feed off that energy My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies I don't know what is but somethin' inside When you've got attention you just can't hide Comparin' these faces inside of my mind I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine I know this now, the good ones ride But I need that diss, I need that rhyme I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme This is sameness and that's why I'm Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Explicit Version] (2009)
I wake up, wake up in the morning
'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning Then I have me girl go flush it in the toilet Them say did someone get murdered on the corner Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot Them say they saw me there My *** they won't break me Man, I'll go crazy before they make me tell There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay Those who break the code we dig them hole What's worse than a street *** that sells his soul? Via the life we chose, we picked our roles Bad man stands and fall but never fold Gangster turn informer when the jig's up, your tool mix up, mix up Babylon boys get bodies left for pick up Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble Soon police come rush, whole family crushed All because them *** couldn't 'ush Shot box mouths with no covers Body 'pon body gets stacked one top the other Wish them hadn't to suffer There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing, they ain't said a word Just chalk and yellow tape with blood 'pon them shirts Ashes to ashes, his body back to the earth That casket dropped six feet then throw upon it dirt Mum's the word, that's hustler's etiquette Ya rather hang yourself than turn state evidence Ever since I was young never talk to the folk Tongue small like a rudder yet steer the 'ole boat Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float Telling the Feds everything they wanna know That fatal blow took his very last breath The power of the tongue, is life and death, you feel me? There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
[Clipse]
I keeps that dirty money, Im talkin fast cash, Im talkinn razor shaving, Im talkin duffle bags, Im talkin you can count it papi its all there. Im talkin hooking up that slumdog millionare, I like the fast girls, who like them fast cars, who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow, I know those YSL platforms aint coming cheap, and plus i like to show i gets it from the streets. [Keri Hilson] Dressed like i belong on TV Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me [Clipse] I see your name in lights, your face on the bigscreen, lets cruise drop the top, you deserve to be seen. Rockin those prada googles your my next top model, your style like jackie yo now just sit back and let em marvel. i know you see this paper i bet you count my cash. Countless trips to sex with her make ? bags, new kimora purse let that quench your thirst damn right those bitches here cause they just had it first [Keri Hilson] Dressed like i belong on TV Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me Jockin my swag, ill pop tags youll be borrowing, no drinks in here yall thirsty well be swallowing, dont matter where i go those haters be following, baby, so hey now [Clipse] I know what girls like, know whatchu looking for, those ? fittin right, you hyped them up some more. you pulled that hair back, stick that ass out for them boys to see, you damn near broke your hole from oozing trying to catch a g. Gucci, fendi , louis, your man dont do that do he. now take the stage the floor is yours comeon and make a movie, pump that camera mama, rip that runway baby, now pop that collar, see them dollars, see them dollar signs, why they hatin |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion While other *** crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin' 'em Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me They see I'm shining dog, you see these diamonds dog They say I'm shining so hard I like to blind 'em dog You got a problem dog, well, you can bring it on I got at least a hundred shots and you can get 'em all Hey, I did it, I really did it I'm like a poster child for *** that just get it, get it I'm supposed to smile for my *** who ain't here to live it I'm putting money on they books so they can ball in prison And feel the spirit of a boss, duel pipe exhaust All we know is the floss I'm cocaine castling throwing bombs to moss My *** keeps the newest and the latest A street nigga, she know I'm the greatest, hey, hey Hold up that Rosea, pourin' half the bottle out If you from where I'm from, you know where I'm flowin' out Overcame the odds, so we overdue them cars We done balled around the world, now we reaching for the stars Hey, hey I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey See I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion While other *** crashing 'em, hey I'm just steady mashin' 'em Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me If only I would have gotten what I had deserved Lord knows I would have been done left this earth Or either in somebody's jail rotten that's my word If not yourselves then you need to have them kids in church Mistook my work for selling crack You should have gotten more out of that than that My grandma would say you, boy you backwards as a hat Whether in a trap, NFL draft pick or rap Virginia is for hustlers, hustlers get it back I thought that life was a bad *** bad car Life is with your kids watching 'Madagascar' In the headrest of the H3 with crash bar Rockin' playclothes, everyday's a catwalk I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion While other *** crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin' 'em Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me Been there, done that, fell off, got back Real *** ***, only champions can talk that Earn my respect, *** hating 'cause they want that Been to hell and back, only champions can walk that Talk that put yo money where yo mouth is T off on the green, golf courses where the house is A long way from pumping out housing projects Investing in real estate weighing out my prospects I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap, hey, hey See I'm a champion, shorty, I'm a champion While other *** crashing 'em, hey, I'm just steady mashin' 'em Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me (Okay) Tell 'em what you told me |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
[Chorus:]
Yo... Look at that ass just bouncing Oh god I need counseling Images in my head steady hounding Oh god I need counseling You don't want to bring your chicks around me Oh god I need counseling How many chicks do I got I'm still counting Shhh man I need counseling Hey! I think I got a problem problem... And I need an open ear to try to solve 'em Having a hard time picking out my darling So until then I guess I juggle all 'em Nah I ain't gonna beg my pardon Cause I don't shop for none ya'll bitch in hardin B... Sippin on sweet as a Chardonnay I balls I don't bargain C I used to be all about the fat ass Then I find a cutie with a flat ass Good hair nice smile but a flat ass 2 outta 3 shit I couldn't let that pass Doc wat you gon' about this Cause I ain't got a clue about this I'm use to getting what, when I want where I want how I want Then them girls hollerwin "you ain't shit" [Chorus] So many chicks I can pick a favorite My shrink even say me behavior's sick The hips to how shawty lick a lips Just a few thoughts that come to mind as a reminisce Temptation always be my nemesis A few sips then take it back to my premises Innocence lost once again How could you be more than friends Baby don't be mad then back that the fun that we had The love we share is so cheap like a E-class You ain't alone I too am a sleaze bag I guess I need a celebrity rehab because Ain't no real chance to love, all my wrong doings forbid me to trust Oh God forgive me for lust don't let another heart get crush [Chorus] |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
(Chorus)
Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris' I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch You niggas keep wavin' them wrists I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch Ye ain't got money like this I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch So scream it If ya ambition fit I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch Sing it niggas, lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't got money like this Lalalalalalalalalala, paper plates on a brand new six Lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga (Verse 1) Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach in full bloom, thousand dollar suites White sheets, white rooms, I got a bright future neck like a full moon Buy what we want, spend what they want Young, rich, hot nigga, everything she wants Triple beams scales got me under deep spells Kiss my forehead, momma knows I mean well Cocaine bought me everything I ever had And I ain't neva been scared, that's been my very last 'Cause I can get it back, watch me get it back Last 2 o 10 bricks, shit I'm cookin' that (Chorus) (Verse 2) My life's too real to be a PSA The million in the ceiling is for a rainy day I cut it, than whip her like she Annie Mae Praise God, I escaped by his amazin' grace, nah neva was I savin' 'Face Some family ties aren't possible to break The almighty judge, only he can save me Don't cry for us now, just pray for our babies Mercedes 5, with the open roof, Miami hot rods and the ocean view The tell tale signs that expose the truth, Lil Willy Rat King this one's for you (Chorus) (Verse 3) We get it in a flash like paparazzi, cars, crib, everything big body Big charm, hangin' from my big chain Swing side to side feelin' like I'm T-Pain Pull up to the crib, bitch think she seein' thangs Make a hundred stacks blow it like it's pocket change (Verse 4) If the good die young, than the greats go to jail I miss my Tony, hope you snitches burn in Hell Kiss and tell, with sales on us ballers All because them two doors comin' with big spoilers All because them bitches is actin' like they jallers (?) And we don't count money, we weigh it like fish orders (Chorus) |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
[Verse 1 - Pusha T]
Follow the leader exhaust pipes and breathers, The flash from the barrel turns bullies to believers, The time of the life make the bitches wanna keep ya, This is my reality want it well let me teach ya Follow my footsteps who tragically entriumph Through flows I give you mind comft Kilos consign dem, do as I say like simon And you too will diamond blind hun I'm on my DYLAAN dillinger, flow just killin ya Ya wonder why the real ain't feelin ya, ya fraudin I masoned ya'll martin?margedem? O's together since HOV was named rotten charles jordan YEAAH I kept em noddin, snorting, slobbin, barfin, then bought cars off em The realest rapper that unwrapped and docked em, if you can fit these shoes then walk em, I parked em [Chorus] It could've been a corner, but I had to save my SOOOOOUUUULLLL (save my soul) I'm out there chasing my dreams lookin for a place to GOOOOOOOO (place to go) Tryin to get up out the ghetto come follow with my footsteps ?Damn it maybe middle? then follow with my footsteps Cause if ya don't it might be daaaaaanger [Verse 2 - Malice] It's not for you to do as I do rather do as I say These footsteps could lead you astray, Lead you to the cell or lead you to a grave Either way you may never see the light of day Don't let my wrongs do you the right away To immilate my past escapin the lords grasp Told you the truth yet who was I to brag Especially seeing how?armani fines ain't hard to last I miss my homie but she's missing her dad It weighs on my conscious and I hate conscious rap Apart from that I wish to see you succeed So I speak to my people on the spirit of chuck d You behind the glass trust me and cut deep Then the words to every verse on it me in my sleep So now what you see is malice and contradiction People have hears hope you listenin come on [Chorus] [Verse 3 -Pusha T & Malice] [Pusha T] Follow me like twitter nigga you can check my timeline I'm the quiet one but my intellect is einstein I'm so ennerd by the shit that I've obterred Just lookin at you coons got a nigga lost for words Verge of insanity I'm at my crossroads Shame on the birds that led em like lost souls We got it wholesale we move it like coscos Mercy on the court left us standin here heartbroke [Malice] I tought you how to cut it, cook it on hot stoves I tought you how to share em, when fucking with hot hos Tought you how to rock right shit up on your toes I tought you how to smile for the camera when heartbroke I been the insipiration for all you industry dick tasters To you local dream chasers I am king bush I set the stage for all these people being hooked I weigh mountains while all them niggas just sayin hooks Ooh Ooh Ooh your momma's there Ooh Ooh Ooh your grandmomma's there Ooh Ooh Ooh your babysister's there [Chorus] |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
Speak, speak of freedom
Sing of amber, waves of grain With every line written and all I have given Music's been nothing more than a self-made prison I've taken inmate losses at the hands of this one My pen's been the poison to family and friendships Now is time to mend ***, time to bring closure to The clear conscience of Pusha is long overdue Thinking to myself what can I be owing you They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you Before I trouble T-boy, it's just a D-boy Let me play the role of a common on his B-boy Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is All apologies, I bear the cross I wear the blame We in the same group but I don't share my brother's pain Not to confuse our sentiments are all the same I just don't feel nothing, I'm numb by the will to gain Same thing brought tears to innocence I turned away and didn't even flinch, yeah The music drove me crazy looked up and lost the first *** I ever wanted to have my babies Nowadays she can't even face me I'm sorry for the heartbreak I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby Pompus ***, just look what them jewels made me I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me What a thing to say but what am I to do? I'm role playing a conscious *** and true is true Cocaine aside all of the bloggers behoove My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to I own you all Speak of freedom Sing of amber, waves of grain This is where the buck stop, here's where I draw the line I touched the hem, God's work is so divine I seen the error of my ways over time Never to return, Malicious had been refined Like wine, with time I get better Napa Valley vintage, my flow is fermented Now drink of me, as if I bought the bar Run to these words as if there's no tomorrow Never mind my car, careful what you wish for Behind every curtain the devil and his pitchfork Jealousy, I ask thee, what is this for? How was I to know I was happy being piss poor No whore, that's not love, we was *** I was in search of a chicken-head, you was clucking And I was lusting, we were both out of order I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter 'Am I My Brother's Keeper' or 'For Himself Every Man'? I have been your reaper, there's blood on my hands Accept me as your keeper, there's been a change of plans Careful what you speak of, I've come to understand, peace What else do you want from us, huh? What more can you ask (Speak, speak of freedom) We'll give you everything, we lost life, we lost love (Sing of amber, waves of grain) We lost family behind this *** This *** you call music, we call this *** life We gave you proof, they give you ***, we gave you truth Do I entertain you, ***? Well, dance then *** 'Til the casket drop, 'til the casket drop 'Til the casket drop, 'til the casket drop 'Til the casket drop, 'til the casket drop 'Til the casket drop, 'til the Lord say stop |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out? Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good, what you see? Four hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? Looking good Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new Swimming through the streets, looking like I'm Shamu In that big body with the wet paint I got some pocket change from selling wet weight Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest Looking at my Blackberry, freak, hit me on the text Come and beat it up, I just need a minute You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it, yes Niggas don't like you when you lookin' good Hate it when you shining through the neighborhood Brand new ride, niggas know the time Ho's cut they eyes, we call them samurais Fly as I could ever be A level of success that you could never see You jealous mayne, we in propellas mayne Think about it, ain't shit you could tell us mayne You can find me in the streets, even in a drought My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out? Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good, what you see? Four hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? You can test it out ma, tell me what you see Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me Don't it tell ya I'm good? What that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? I'm looking good Crusin' on them 22s, got me sittin' pretty You should hear that engine purr, here kitty-kitty Ride through the city, everybody know me And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on me Shoutin' out the homies as I breeze by I'm on cloud 9, and I ain't even high Told my shawty I'll be back, and I ain't even lie Them VVS' be the best money can buy I see you flirtin' baby, them jeans is painted on her Mama looking right, and I don't even want her No need to take it personal, but that just how it be No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me Finally I'm free, all my dues paid Them yellow diamonds got the charm like it's Minute Maid And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feeling good Try and stop my shine, I wish a nigga would You can find me in the streets, even in a drought My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out? Ay, buddy, I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good, what you see? Four hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match What that tell ya? I'm good, what that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? You can test it out ma, tell me what you see Order what you want, hell yeah, it's on me Don't it tell ya I'm good? What that tell ya? I'm good What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good What you see? I'm looking good, I'm looking good I'm looking good, I'm looking good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm looking good, I'm looking good I'm looking good, I'm looking good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm looking good, I'm looking good I'm looking good, I'm looking good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm looking good, I'm looking good I'm looking good, I'm looking good Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
[Intro] Til the casket drops 관이 떨어질 때까지 Third times a charm right? 세번째는 행운이 따르겠지 그치? Ha ha ha Come on! 이리 와! [Verse One: Pusha-T] I'm kinda like a big deal 난 어찌 보면 거물 It's +Unbelievable+ you see my +Warning+ gives you B.I.G. chills "믿기지도 않지" 내 "경고"는 너에게 "큰" (B.I.G.) 소름을 안겨 The flow runnin' on B.I.G.'s heels B.I.G.의 발꿈치에서 흐르는 플로우 My +Life After Death+, B.I.G. ain't get to see how this feels "죽음 이후의 인생", B.I.G.는 그것의 진짜 느낌을 알지 못했지 Third time's a charm baby 세번째는 행운이 따르지 베이비 After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby 두 개의 명반을 낸 후 또다른 경력을 추가해 It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession 쉬면서 10만 달러씩, 아무런 생각 없이 쓸 수 있다는 건 With no second guessin, 참으로 축복이야 Ha ha we're ballin', drop tops we're floorin' 하하 우린 놀아, 컨버터블을 몰아 Champagne we're pourin' 샴페인을 따라 Re-up is the Gang and I'm all in Re-up이 나의 갱, 난 전부를 바쳐 To the powder & the flame I have fallin' 내가 떨어뜨린 화약 가루와 화염 Get money blow money is my callin' 돈을 벌었다가 날리는게 내 버릇 Yea! Watch a nigga burn through it 그래! 그 속으로 불에 타는 나를 봐 Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it 삶은 미로야, 넌 그 속에서 몸을 비틀고 돌아서고 그렇지 The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it 가장 메마른 가뭄, 난 그 속에서 움직이며 돈을 벌었어 I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push! 난 파마하듯 항상 스트레이트야, 해보자고, 밀어! [Chorus] They whisperin' about us 그들이 우리에 관해 속삭여 I know you haters doubt us 너네들이 우릴 의심하는 건 알아 How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' 감히 우리 돈을 세다니, 우리도 아직 다 못 셌는걸 Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal... 미안하지만 이 말은 해야겠어, 난 어찌 보면 거물이지... [Verse Two: Kanye West] Ay yo I'm sittin' on top of the- Ay yo 난 저 위에- It's more than a feeling ain't it? 상상 그 이상의 기분이지 그치? I be killin' dame it, I'm illin' and I'm illin' - 난 여자들을 잡아먹어, 완전 죽이고 또 죽이지 Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular Eh eh eh Mr. 인기남을 만나보게 Go get your binoculars 가서 쌍안경을 가져와 And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be 그리고 Penthouse 3로 올라와, 거기에 내가 있으니 Spittin' fire on the PJ in my PJ's 내 거리에선 PJ에 불을 뱉어 Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ 소방관(Fire Marshall)이 나보고 TJ처럼 내가 최대한도(Max)에 닿았대 Y'all ain't peep how I said Marshalls, replay 너네들 내가 Marshall이라고 한 거 놓쳤지, 리플레이해봐 I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay 아무래도 난 Black Marshall이 Jay를 만난 경우겠군 Meet Ye' alligator souffle, +Got It Made+ 네 악어 수플레를 봐, "다 요리했지" Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed Special Ed, 특수 학교의 여자한테서 서비스를 받았지 Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class 알다시피 예쁜 여자들은 바보인 법이거든 But she got that dumb ass 하지만 그녀는 바보 같은 엉덩이를 가졌어 Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast 고등학교에 들어가자마자 빠르게도 임신했지 "What happen Tisha, your boyfriend cum fast?" "무슨 일이야 Tisha, 니 남자친구가 빨리 쌌어?" Turn around gimme pound like we folks 돌아서선 친근하게 툭툭 두드리더니 "Hell no I went raw dog, three strokes" "아니 그냥 콘돔 없이 했어, 세 번 왕복이었지" [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice] Lights, cameras, action! 조명, 카메라, 액션! The chain itself is a damn distraction 목걸이 하나로도 꽤나 눈길을 끌지 You claim the belt, the glory I bask in 넌 벨트를 차지해, 난 영광 속에 휴식을 취하지 I be hoppin' the ring, niggas should cash in 난 링을 뛰어다녀, 모두들 돈을 던지길 It's like stoppin' a train, 마치 기차를 멈추는 것과 같아 Nigga think he's stoppin my reign 놈들은 내 지배를 멈출 수 있을거라 생각해 Talk slick while droppin' my name? 날 욕하면서 멋진 척하려고? I'm puttin' y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand 너네들 모두 창피하게 만들어줄게, 작은 손에 쥐어진 다이아몬드 50 percent splits I X out the middle man 50 대 50으로 분배, 중개인은 그냥 제끼거든 A far cry from a stash in the rental van 렌트한 밴에서 울리는 외침 I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan 난 이 게토에 치과 보험이 필요한 이유 Ladies & gentle-man, introducin' 신사 숙녀 여러분, 소개하지 The C4S with the rims protrudin' 타이어가 튀어나온 C4S The roof vamoose, like a magic show 지붕은 날려버려, 마치 마술쇼처럼 Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw 투창을 날리듯 하늘을 바라보고 있어 Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe 너네들은 평범한 놈들처럼 엄지를 만져대지 But just as you reap, so shall you sow 하지만 원래 뿌린대로 거두는 법 [Chorus] |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
[Chorus]
Last night what I seen made my life change Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Made my life change, Yeyet yet yet I move on, Yeh yes I move on, Yeh yes I move on, Yeh yes I move on, (hear me out now) Where I'm from see us guy don't believe in luck I can't beleive what they doin to my nigga buck Facin time, 25 to life 25 the same thing as life Only chips is to fight or to forfiet Baby momma tryin to make the mortgage Daughters playin, tryna put cha back up in the portrait Uh it's like the tear never stop When u was home it's like the smiles never drop Collect calls with all the hopes of the best And hang up with a knot in my chest See see your cell is my hell My hell is our pain The hurt gon never stop until we see you home again And that's all we wanna see Maybe in a dream but not a memory Forget that hold your head man head man Last night what I seen made my life change [Chorus] I was retchid, pitful, poor, blind, and naked So much so I had left my family forsaken A troubled soul whose heart was often achin So much dough but my spirit ever so vacant Foul and fragrant I was taken off course The road ahead should have ended me in divorce But now I see clearly with the family of 4 Never did I deserve a 2 seater porshe Heart filled with remorse, my life was such a mess Now I'm back on board due to the lords GPS One eighty degree turn whoever couldve guessed Malice believe in his heart and out my mouth I confess YES more than blessed I was choosen I been on the troop, my wisdom is that of old men Wasted so much time stuntin for folk When really the whole time I was just stuntin my growth A message to the youth, what I'm offerin is hope Now somethings gotta change I'm at the end of my rope CAUSE [Chorus] You know I gotta go and get it There aint no other choice in it Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage Hear me out now Lord knows I done seen the worlds cold shoulder Seein my future thru the crystal ball of bakin soda Oasis of hoes, my champagne supernova The high life and high times, I watched em turn sober Seen it all come crashin crashin The FEDs was at the door, and no they not askin Sayin they found drugs but they aint talkin asprin Diesel design ones and I aint talkin fast shit Money hoes and clothes is malices past tense All said forgiven, all you do is askin Even when laughin I can't explain the hurt Knowin I can't change the world in a verse Even to my self I'm feelin my screws loose But how can I deny what I know to be true When I dint have a clue, shoulda viewed it as a gift Now I see what they mean ignorance is bliss [Chorus] You know I gotta go and get it There aint no other choice in it Aint tryin to be a part of the percentage Hear me out now |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don’t you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? (Heh) You should call me uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand (Pusha T) You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal Used to bag work in VA at Econo Lo Now I’m layin’ out at the Delino though But don’t get it twisted, the Uzi’s in the liner, no Hollow tip, dum-dums, and flesh like piranhas know Such a scary thing to hear the souls sing Geronimo Pull up in the CL, the ship’s astronomical Hoes linin’ up on the curb, they fall like dominoes Used to have this white bitch, she looked like Madonna though Heard that she fuckin’ LeBron, but shit, I don’t know Like that, Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago Butt-nekkid, on the balcony at the Dallino I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell’ll know The head shop bitch from DC? Hey, P, let ‘em know (Yeah, that bitch was hot, nigga) But it was time to go Them hoes come in eeny, meeny, minie moe (Pharrell) Mami, you miss me, don’t you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? (Heh) You should call me uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand (Cam’ron) Why wouldn’t I be? Look at shorty (Daaamn) Uh, mami good down to the cuticles (I’m Caaaam) What’s your name, beautiful, like (Caaam) I could get used to your (Raaam) If you knew what I used to do But call me, I’m old, what, Uncle Cam? I tax (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam From the jungle fam, where niggas bundle grams Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble and (Aaaand) The gat on, the belt on the hip Clipse Popular Demand lyrics found on (Aaaand) I keep it fa’ rell with the clips (Clips) Drive a hard bargain (Bargain) I’m Harlem’s only God gorgon, car foreign Duh, the man st-st-stutter by I knew your moms well, tell your mother hi I’m the other guy that got your mother high Up like a caterpillar, I make butter fly (Pharrell) Mami, you miss me, don’t you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? (Heh) You should call me uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand (Malice) Cot damn, the boy’s back For pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps or avoiding the Kojak The pioneer of the coke rap I’m dancin’ with the stars, steppin’ on blow, doin’ the toe-tap The dope return like I had it on LoJack It made its way home like a road map I fathered this If I misled any kid that’s fatherless That burden’s on my soul as long as I exist Generation lost, they sayin’ they can’t reach us The answer is the Lord, like Saturday Night Fever I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper Whether watchin’ for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper Way deeper than rap Money and hoes, it’s deeper than that Fight the temptation, but it keep comin’ back Money stack to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense Who knew those commas meant you could lose your common sense? Before it’s too late, all I can tell ‘em is repent (Pharrell) Mami, you miss me, don’t you? Haters, wish you could hit me, don’t you? (Heh) You should call me uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand That new CL slide Outside of Popeyes, eatin’ chicken and fries (Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle I understand, I’m back by popular demand |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
*** I'm major, that *** nothin'
Young *** old money 'Benjamin Button' Seein' through your 'Poker Face' that *** bluffin' Ladies goin' gaga for *** tryin' to *** 'em Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin' And I got the A-R, why I like to bust it? Why I need counselin'? Why I won't discuss it? Why I spend Donkey Kong naughts in the mall like *** it? Pull up at the stop light, lookin' at this cop like Yeah, I drive big ***, naw my license ain't right Still let the top drop back when it's sunny 'Cause life ain't nothin' but *** and money I don't know what is but somethin' inside When you've got attention you just can't hide Comparin' these faces, inside of my mind I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine I know this now, the good ones ride But I need that diss, I need that rhyme I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme This is sameness and that's why I'm Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Old school Chevy, wide body like a Phantom 5 stars love but them haters can stand 'em UK money, 150 thousand pounds All white lim sittin' low to the ground I just joined the game, the millionaire boys club Gave me box of bakin' soda and skate board I'm in the kitchen puttin' the work on steroids Pickin' out blands for the Feds, I'm paranoid Now I ain't playin', never how, I'm millionaire I know this for four doors, so how it ain't gonna sit in them Showin' off little momma, goin' hard little daddy Yo Gotti homeboy and I'm a walkin' dope pick I don't know what is but somethin' inside When you've got attention you just can't hide Comparin' these faces, inside of my mind I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine I know this now, the good ones ride But I need that diss, I need that rhyme I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme This is sameness and that's why I'm Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy I'm from the era, of letter to the better They tell me rap change, well, I'ma have to let her Common loved her, I wish I never met her They *** her out, there's nothin' left to treasure Seems all I hear 'em say ***, where them dollars at? Here they go right here till 'em *** holla back Hit it then I quit it, then I step like a welcome mat That 2010 got me feelin' like I'm all of that Re-Up game trinity 'Liva, me and Pusha T Got my money right them haters tight like virginity They don't understand how I feed off that energy My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies I don't know what is but somethin' inside When you've got attention you just can't hide Comparin' these faces inside of my mind I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine I know this now, the good ones ride But I need that diss, I need that rhyme I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme This is sameness and that's why I'm Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy |
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from Clipse - Til The Casket Drops [Clean Version] (2009)
I wake up, wake up in the morning
'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning Then I have me girl go flush it in the toilet Them say did someone get murdered on the corner Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot Them say they saw me there My *** they won't break me Man, I'll go crazy before they make me tell There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay Those who break the code we dig them hole What's worse than a street *** that sells his soul? Via the life we chose, we picked our roles Bad man stands and fall but never fold Gangster turn informer when the jig's up, your tool mix up, mix up Babylon boys get bodies left for pick up Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble Soon police come rush, whole family crushed All because them *** couldn't 'ush Shot box mouths with no covers Body 'pon body gets stacked one top the other Wish them hadn't to suffer There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing, they ain't said a word Just chalk and yellow tape with blood 'pon them shirts Ashes to ashes, his body back to the earth That casket dropped six feet then throw upon it dirt Mum's the word, that's hustler's etiquette Ya rather hang yourself than turn state evidence Ever since I was young never talk to the folk Tongue small like a rudder yet steer the 'ole boat Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float Telling the Feds everything they wanna know That fatal blow took his very last breath The power of the tongue, is life and death, you feel me? There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay |
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from Clipse - All Eyes On Me (Explicit Version, Single) (2009)
[Clipse]
I keeps that dirty money, Im talkin fast cash, Im talkinn razor shaving, Im talkin duffle bags, Im talkin you can count it papi its all there. Im talkin hooking up that slumdog millionare, I like the fast girls, who like them fast cars, who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow, I know those YSL platforms aint coming cheap, and plus i like to show i gets it from the streets. [Keri Hilson] Dressed like i belong on TV Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me [Clipse] I see your name in lights, your face on the bigscreen, lets cruise drop the top, you deserve to be seen. Rockin those prada googles your my next top model, your style like jackie yo now just sit back and let em marvel. i know you see this paper i bet you count my cash. Countless trips to sex with her make ? bags, new kimora purse let that quench your thirst damn right those bitches here cause they just had it first [Keri Hilson] Dressed like i belong on TV Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me Jockin my swag, ill pop tags youll be borrowing, no drinks in here yall thirsty well be swallowing, dont matter where i go those haters be following, baby, so hey now [Clipse] I know what girls like, know whatchu looking for, those ? fittin right, you hyped them up some more. you pulled that hair back, stick that ass out for them boys to see, you damn near broke your hole from oozing trying to catch a g. Gucci, fendi , louis, your man dont do that do he. now take the stage the floor is yours comeon and make a movie, pump that camera mama, rip that runway baby, now pop that collar, see them dollars, see them dollar signs, why they hatin |
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from Clipse - Kinda Like A Big Deal [single] (2009)
[Intro] Til the casket drops 관이 떨어질 때까지 Third times a charm right? 세번째는 행운이 따르겠지 그치? Ha ha ha Come on! 이리 와! [Verse One: Pusha-T] I'm kinda like a big deal 난 어찌 보면 거물 It's +Unbelievable+ you see my +Warning+ gives you B.I.G. chills "믿기지도 않지" 내 "경고"는 너에게 "큰" (B.I.G.) 소름을 안겨 The flow runnin' on B.I.G.'s heels B.I.G.의 발꿈치에서 흐르는 플로우 My +Life After Death+, B.I.G. ain't get to see how this feels "죽음 이후의 인생", B.I.G.는 그것의 진짜 느낌을 알지 못했지 Third time's a charm baby 세번째는 행운이 따르지 베이비 After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby 두 개의 명반을 낸 후 또다른 경력을 추가해 It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession 쉬면서 10만 달러씩, 아무런 생각 없이 쓸 수 있다는 건 With no second guessin, 참으로 축복이야 Ha ha we're ballin', drop tops we're floorin' 하하 우린 놀아, 컨버터블을 몰아 Champagne we're pourin' 샴페인을 따라 Re-up is the Gang and I'm all in Re-up이 나의 갱, 난 전부를 바쳐 To the powder & the flame I have fallin' 내가 떨어뜨린 화약 가루와 화염 Get money blow money is my callin' 돈을 벌었다가 날리는게 내 버릇 Yea! Watch a nigga burn through it 그래! 그 속으로 불에 타는 나를 봐 Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it 삶은 미로야, 넌 그 속에서 몸을 비틀고 돌아서고 그렇지 The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it 가장 메마른 가뭄, 난 그 속에서 움직이며 돈을 벌었어 I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push! 난 파마하듯 항상 스트레이트야, 해보자고, 밀어! [Chorus] They whisperin' about us 그들이 우리에 관해 속삭여 I know you haters doubt us 너네들이 우릴 의심하는 건 알아 How you count our money we ain't even finish countin' 감히 우리 돈을 세다니, 우리도 아직 다 못 셌는걸 Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal... 미안하지만 이 말은 해야겠어, 난 어찌 보면 거물이지... [Verse Two: Kanye West] Ay yo I'm sittin' on top of the- Ay yo 난 저 위에- It's more than a feeling ain't it? 상상 그 이상의 기분이지 그치? I be killin' dame it, I'm illin' and I'm illin' - 난 여자들을 잡아먹어, 완전 죽이고 또 죽이지 Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular Eh eh eh Mr. 인기남을 만나보게 Go get your binoculars 가서 쌍안경을 가져와 And see Penthouse 3 where a nigga be 그리고 Penthouse 3로 올라와, 거기에 내가 있으니 Spittin' fire on the PJ in my PJ's 내 거리에선 PJ에 불을 뱉어 Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ 소방관(Fire Marshall)이 나보고 TJ처럼 내가 최대한도(Max)에 닿았대 Y'all ain't peep how I said Marshalls, replay 너네들 내가 Marshall이라고 한 거 놓쳤지, 리플레이해봐 I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay 아무래도 난 Black Marshall이 Jay를 만난 경우겠군 Meet Ye' alligator souffle, +Got It Made+ 네 악어 수플레를 봐, "다 요리했지" Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed Special Ed, 특수 학교의 여자한테서 서비스를 받았지 Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class 알다시피 예쁜 여자들은 바보인 법이거든 But she got that dumb ass 하지만 그녀는 바보 같은 엉덩이를 가졌어 Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast 고등학교에 들어가자마자 빠르게도 임신했지 "What happen Tisha, your boyfriend cum fast?" "무슨 일이야 Tisha, 니 남자친구가 빨리 쌌어?" Turn around gimme pound like we folks 돌아서선 친근하게 툭툭 두드리더니 "Hell no I went raw dog, three strokes" "아니 그냥 콘돔 없이 했어, 세 번 왕복이었지" [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice] Lights, cameras, action! 조명, 카메라, 액션! The chain itself is a damn distraction 목걸이 하나로도 꽤나 눈길을 끌지 You claim the belt, the glory I bask in 넌 벨트를 차지해, 난 영광 속에 휴식을 취하지 I be hoppin' the ring, niggas should cash in 난 링을 뛰어다녀, 모두들 돈을 던지길 It's like stoppin' a train, 마치 기차를 멈추는 것과 같아 Nigga think he's stoppin my reign 놈들은 내 지배를 멈출 수 있을거라 생각해 Talk slick while droppin' my name? 날 욕하면서 멋진 척하려고? I'm puttin' y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand 너네들 모두 창피하게 만들어줄게, 작은 손에 쥐어진 다이아몬드 50 percent splits I X out the middle man 50 대 50으로 분배, 중개인은 그냥 제끼거든 A far cry from a stash in the rental van 렌트한 밴에서 울리는 외침 I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan 난 이 게토에 치과 보험이 필요한 이유 Ladies & gentle-man, introducin' 신사 숙녀 여러분, 소개하지 The C4S with the rims protrudin' 타이어가 튀어나온 C4S The roof vamoose, like a magic show 지붕은 날려버려, 마치 마술쇼처럼 Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw 투창을 날리듯 하늘을 바라보고 있어 Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe 너네들은 평범한 놈들처럼 엄지를 만져대지 But just as you reap, so shall you sow 하지만 원래 뿌린대로 거두는 법 [Chorus] |
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from Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury (2006)
Chorus:
I'm at your door Your eyes are like "Why are you here?" Judging by my steel I got something to do here Give up the money or the angel cries two tears In front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Ka-ka-ka-kat! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Ka-ka-ka-kat! Mask on face, glock in hand I was in and out of homes like the Orkin man Never listened to my parents like an orphan, man Strong finger on trigger like it's in corpses' hands Confiscate goodies like Repo-Man Sam Make nigga kick that can Fall victim to the click clack clan My bitch sick, eat your face like she Ms. Pac-Man my wish her command, uh! ADT's ain't stop me Simple like ABC's Snip, cut, yank, just as easy as 1,2,3 Breaking and entry, so elementary Get what the hustlers get for trying to do what the hustlers do Give up the cash before I turn you Cookie Monster blue |
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from Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury (2006)
(Intro)
Yo what up ma, I got a pocket full of stinkies, let's go spin these right quick. What's that? (Chorus) All my fly bitches like (dirty money, dirty money) All my stripper bitches like (dirty money, dirty money) All my college hoes like (dirty money, dirty money) Don't it spend so right? (dirty money, dirty money) Now let's go shopping, let's go chill (dirty money, dirty money) Let's go buy the new Louis Vuitton heels (dirty money, dirty money) Ass full in La Perla, ears full of pearls (dirty money, dirty money) Damn dirty money know how to keep the girls (dirty money, dirty money) (Verse 1) Give a litte, take a little Ma check the dilly Most niggas is will-nots YOu're dealin' with a will-y 3D Faces on them crisp new billies Got Benji lookin' all googly-eyed and silly The glitter chill got your mind seein' milly-mills From seven-figure to bigger, you thought see little real See I don't blame you, cashmere is what you feel Picturin' the fortune, you just tryin' to spin the wheel Brain like Terry, face like Eva I ain't forgettin' them other housewives neither Two-seaters, back of the trunk Two fevers Stayin' up till 2AM to watch Cheaters Long as I'm nice with the flame and the flask I don't mind keeping you up on the must-haves Peep-toe pumps, Gucci slouch-bag Now tell me is that dirty money really that bad? (Chorus) (Verse 2) We could trick tuition, you could be the vixen You could front for your girlfriends, I ain't trippin' You done got you a rapper, I see your vision And one of the best too, that's ambition You could tell me 'bout your day, I pretend I'll listen And you ain't gotta love me, just be convincing I don't ask much, some ashes on the cuff and that silver bullet, automatic or the clutch Nah, mama, hush, you ain't even gotta speak Just put it on your charge, check makes your feet Compliments of me, take the bitter with the sweet And we can get this money like it's fallin' outta tree Uh, come spend a dollar, yeah, bathe in it, wallow Seventeen-five for the low, tell 'em holla Love you in the Scotta Jimney two Prada Snow White's your life, how's that for starters? (Chorus) (Verse 3) To my fly ghetto bitches with the hairshop talk Braggin' to their hairdresser 'bout that shit he bought To my South Beach bitches with that sassy walk Who ain't tryin' to hear nothin' if you don't ride Porsche To my get money niggas gettin' paper for sure Trickin' grands up in Louis for the love of the sport I tell ya, get money money take money money, uh Dope money money's great money money, what? Before I bicker with ya, ma, I'ma switch ya I fly 'em in quick, I fly 'em out even quicker By no means am I in love with a stripper You understand that then you fit in the glass slipper Travel abroad, sittin' in G4s Changing the weather, when it rains, it pours And your crib is adjoined with French doors You ride for your boy, then anything is yours (Chorus) |
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from Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury (2006)
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Hello new world, here we come On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming "We on our way!" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man screaming "I'm on my way!" Yes I rap, but best believe Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga From my hood to say "Lookout World I'm on my way!" [Verse 1: Pusha T] I listen to the beat, and the rhyme is wrote See, I was 16, eyes full of hope Bagging up grams at the higher dough The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (Ohhh!) At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama Fuckin plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama I found poetry, excuse me, +Floetry+ "Say yes!" niggaz hear the "Eghck!" and they know its me Make a€?em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be Sippin on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free Ocean in my backyard where its s'posta be Funny how my neighbors don't think its where I'm s'posta be They think I'm cuter in jail But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning! [Chorus: Pharrell Williams (Malice)] Hello new world, here we come On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming "We on our way!" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man screaming "I'm on my way!" Yes I rap, but best believe Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming (Yeah!) "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga From my hood to say (From my hood to say) "Lookout World I'm on my way!" [Verse 2: Malice] This goes out to my Hyalites that hang out on them corners Who rock Air Nike's, hustlers' way of life In white T's, constantly, ducking from Ds Pumpin that D arm, readily, waiting to squeeze Who stay cookin, stay lookin, over they shoulders Holdin them boulders, tryin to avoid central booking I ain't coming at a€?cha quote, unquote "Famous Rapper" Who turn positive, try to tell ya how to live But this information I must pass to the homies If hustling is a must be Sosa, not Tony We can all shine; I want your wrist lit like mine Neck and ears, I want it lit like mine Foreign cars, stick shift,6 gears like mine Anything that keep mama from crying, visiting You from behind that glass, while you away, sentencing But the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Hello new world, here we come On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming "We on our way!" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man screaming "I'm on my way!" Yes I rap, but best believe Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga From my hood to say "Lookout World I'm on my way!" [Man talking:] Yo, what up? What up? This ya man Grinding, from downtown Norfolk. Just want y'all to know its about time For us to come up and make a change man. They keep tryin to keep us down, but that ain't the way to be man. Its about time for us to get it together man. Ery'body else get they shit together Why the niggaz can't get they shit together, and get they money together? Hustlers come together with hustlers Know what I'm sayin? This ain't just for the playas in VA... This for playas all over the world! This Grinding! [Verse 3: Pusha T] Times-a-wasting, niggaz doin so much hatin Free ya heart, and show ya greatness I, like you, had to come from up under the basement Just like you, had Satan tryin my patience Still you look at me through jealous eyes I wish to see all my niggaz rise up! Get that money, put them 9s up Piggy-back out the ghetto a€?for times up! Niggaz rush! [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Hello new world, here we come On them Twinkie tres, with the hood screaming "We on our way!" Can't forget where I come from So I extend my hand to my man screaming "I'm on my way!" Yes I rap, but best believe Them things still get wrapped by Papi screaming "It's on its way!" I can't wait for the next nigga From my hood to say "Lookout World I'm on my way!" |
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from Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury (2006)
(Chorus: Pusha T)
KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors (Verse 1: Pusha T) EEYUCK! Make ya skin crawl Press one button, let the wind fall Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers! The mind of a KILO shopper Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla! Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar Now ho folla', this is my +GHETTO STORY+ Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare Ice trays? Nada! All you see is pigeons paired The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired Its crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote Bitch never cook my coke! Why? Never trust a ho with your child At you make believe rappers I smile! HA! Canal Streetin' my style, like you internet sharing my files You +My Space+ niggaz! So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin on sarafin Royalty check nigga, I never been! Coke money clean through Merill Lynch Accountant just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!) Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya! Now get the fuck off! (Chorus: Pusha T) KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors (Yeah) (Check it!) KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors (Verse 2: Malice) Throw it on the scale, feed ya God damn self Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (No) Word on the street is you gon love how it melt And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself! I yell Re-Up til I'm locked like Ma-Mia And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria Keep on toys, you gon know us when you see us Living street tales worthy of Don Divas KIs in the floor, mistress in Dior Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the Lord Its just what I get, its the roses of war Fuck the Bureau! Rather be spending Euros And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's Cheers to the future as we toast to life Im pre-gaming Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga! The cars is big, the cribs is bigger The kids are happy, the perfect picture Gem Star razor, the fruit of my labor And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor These bitches fake like the hoes on +Flavor+ But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper! Yes! (Chorus: Pusha T) KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs open doors KIs, KIs open doors ... ... KIs open doors KIs, KIs, open doors |
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from Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury (2006)
(Gather round...)
(Miami Vice...for my cocaine dreamers...you kno...Miami Vice) (...Pusha spit this shit for ya'll...here we go) (Pusha T) youngin' don't make my sales rise, i'll shoot you out your chuckers pusha hear the whispers of all you muthaf**kers papa said they're free of thems suckas, minus the wicked jumpers, street baller like the rucker skip to my loo, if you lookin for a couple, roosters in the duffle keep the hood screamin', cock-a-doodle-doo f**kers coke by the ton, rap niggas i'm the one with basic rhyme pattern, how the f**k you tryin' to chatter basic ass rappers got'em runnin' for their life i philosophise about glocks and keys niggas call me young black socrates, west-indies bitch dropped her knees quick.... (what) with dreams of being a rich-man's-bitch yo sorry for niggas pull triggers in their shit, clique so many bullets changin'-my shit, call me lead fist ...shake the diamonds out my wrist (Chorus) Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious i don't fear tubs and crocket Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious got two hot rocks in my pocket Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious big whole palm trees and watches Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious my only accomplish, my conscience (Gather around...) (Malice) youngin' learn from me, let's...not be at odds with more like than not, two peas of a pod same hustle cept now my hustles now flows i once gave it away, at 30 grams an O that accounts for all them days in the cold feels like kids 'n' cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl but it's a bigger picture, homes, trust i've done seen it from frankfurt to cologne, eyes low to sweden from italy's milan to the shores of napoli now i consider ferrari and Salvidor Dalis i'm no longer local,my thoughts are global that's why i seem distant, son expand your vision even adored by Norwegian women, blond hair and blue eyes i'm gettin' back like a vengeance whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten and they wonder in these rap if i'm kiddin (Chorus) (...Miami Vice...) (Pusha T) sorry heavenly father, once again i hate to bother it's p, the evil creeper, send some to the grim reaper mean while, me and my misses, like solomon and sheba signs of the times, hurte emmillo gucci sneakers uh..ghetto literature, i damn near died for balliva it don't take much to get ride of ya, if i sent for ya better call the minister...uckk (Malice) i'm sorry grandmamma, for mistakes i have made when i aired family business, how u put me in my place even my baby mamma, i can't look you in the face 'cause i can't do enough, you're a symbol of god's grace so i place u in the flower bed, porcelain shower head throughout the house, and keep the youngin's mouth fed so when i'm gone, i hope i gave structure to the youth by the example that i led (Chorus) (...Miami Vice...) |
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from Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury (2006)
[Pharrell]
You know we back right?, Clear the streets out 우리가 돌아왔어 알지? 거리를 청소해 Come on with it, Ha ha Star Trak 어서 나와봐, 하하 Star Trak Listen haters, I'm doing deals like the majors 들어봐 내가 미운 친구들, 난 메이저처럼 거래해 Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater Ice Cream 운동화, 첫번째 계약을 맺었지 So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas 그러니 3개 값으로 Bapesta를 사도 돼 Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us 너무 미움을 많이 받아서 방탄 T-셔츠를 입고 Dude like Snoop say "Step Ya Game Up" Snoop 같은 친구는 말하지 "게임 레벨을 높여" Double the caboe, mediterrain up 그래 두 배로, 가운데를 올려(?) D-Class Action cuts, tuck your chain up D-Class Action 컷, 너를 덮치지 Liberace fingers, just hit Lorraine up Liberace 손가락, Lorraine을 위로 올려 Just last week, I was out in Aspen 지난주, Aspen에 갔었지 Me and Puff hoppin off the plane, both us laughing 나와 Puff가 웃으면서 비행기에서 내렸어 A week before that, I was out in Italy 그 1주일 전에는, 이탈리아에 갔는데 Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me 두근거림을 멈출 수가 없더군 Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten hoes Tella 저택을, 나와 열 명쯤 되는 여자가 들락날락 Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo 휴대폰 연락, Enzo(차) 좀 불러줘 I know what your thinking, yeah me too 무슨 생각하는 지 알아, 그래 나도 마찬가지 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이, 모두 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 [Pusha T] Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin 2년이 됐군, 허름한 차를 몰고 다니던 시절 The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin and cazooin 거리는 너의 것이었어, 대장 노릇을 했지 I was just assuming you'd keep the coke movin 난 니가 코카인을 계속 잘 팔줄 알았어 But I got one question, Fuck y'all been doing? 하지만 질문 하나, 도대체 뭘 해왔던거야? Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs Pyrex Turs는 Covalli 털옷으로 바뀌고 The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs 여자들은, 내가 손을 흔들면, 몸을 떨어 All my niggaz caped up, selling grey and beige dust 가루약을 파는, 옷을 껴입은 친구들 Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up 돈을 제대로 벌지 못하면 트렁크에 입이 막힌채로 갇히지 We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks 우린 사냥을 안 해, 돈을 계속 불리지 Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the papercuts 엄지가 베일 때까지 돈을 세네 Children totto, South Beach Galardo 어린 애들의 몸메, 남부 해변 Galardo Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo 시동을 걸어, Nardo처럼 부르르거리지 Women if you love me, please let me know 나를 사랑하는 여자들, 빨리 말해줘 Tie rags round your neck and learn the sets we throw 목 주위에 넝마를 두르고, 우리가 던지는 노래를 익혀둬 These are the days of our lifes 이게 우리들의 삶 And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive 팬들에겐 미안하지만 여전히 바보들은 음악을 제대로 하질 않아 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay we get it, yep yeah you too 오케이 알겠어 yep 너도야 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이 모두다 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay we get it, yep yeah you too 오케이 알겠어 yep 너도야 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이 모두다 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 [Pharrell] I know what you thinkin why I call you me too 아마 넌 왜 널 보고 '나도'라고 부르는지 궁금할거야 Cause everything I say, I got you sayin me too 내 말에 니 대답이 모조리 '나도'이니까 I say I got a benz so you said me too 내가 Benz가 있대도 니 대답은 '나도' You hangin out the window so they can see you 창문을 열고 밖을 보네, 사람들이 널 보도록 But you ain't hangin out the window when you in that G2 하지만 G2나, G3, G4를 타면 그렇게 창문을 Or that G3 or G4 like we do 열고 드라이브는 못해 Star Trak, clipse come on Star Trak, Clipse, 이리 와 [Malice] Wanna know the time? Better clock us 시간을 알고 싶어? 우리를 확인해 Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches 사람들은 신발에서 시계까지 우리 스타일을 베끼지 We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas 구름을 뛰어다니듯, 갱스터처럼 맞춤옷을 입고 Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like gobstoppers 약들을 잘게 나눠서 사탕처럼 팔아먹어 Who gonna stop us? Not a god damn one of ya 누가 우릴 막아? 네게는 기회 하나 없어 Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers Re-Up으로 거칠게, 우린 거리의 곡예사 Ivory White, yeah that's the same color 상아빛, 흰색, 그래 같은 색의 Of the Zord the, best believe it's the mullenor Zord, mullenor(?)라는 걸 믿는게 좋을거야 *Zord - Power Ranger 시리즈 중.. Take no prisoners, rap niggaz are whisperers 포로는 없다, 래퍼들은 전부다 속삭일뿐 Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us 우릴 언급하면 니 침이 목에 걸려 켁켁 거릴걸 Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sportsin 샴페인 코르크마개, 운동화는 Louis Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan 여자들은 내 배와 Charles Jordan 옆에 Cop the chrome and touch grey caponent 총을 챙기고 회색 caponent(?)도 함께 Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it? 바닥에는 밍크, 보니까 달아오르지 않아? You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it 내가 얼마나 썼을지 넌 진짜 모를걸 Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment 내일은 약속되지 않았기에, 우린 순간을 위해 살아 [Pusha T] I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay we get it, yep yeah you too 오케이 알겠어 yep 너도야 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이 모두다 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay we get it, yep yeah you too 오케이 알겠어 yep 너도야 I know, I know, yep yeah, you too 알아, 알아, yep yeah, 너도야 Okay everybody meet mister me too 오케이 모두다 'Mr. 나도'를 만나봐 |
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from Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury (2006)
[Chorus: Bilal]
I'm having nightmares...ooohhh My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid.. I'm having nightmares...ooohhh My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid.. [Bilal:] I'm waking up in the middle of the night My heart beats' pumping like something ain't right Oh whats goin on... When I go outside I feel something behind me I'm looking back, but nothing's around me Oh whats goin on.. Man I don't know, what am I trippin on Theirs something in the room, its lerking in the shadow Staring through the darkness.....man I don't know These four walls are closing in, these voices ain't my friend Their haunting me, those, those memories [Chorus] [Malice:] Yea, They coming for me, they running up I'm on my balcony, seeing through the eyes of Tony They say we homies, but I see hatred Do not they know brotherly-love is sacred Niggaz catch feelings, even contemplate killings When you see millions, their are many chamillions Your not a gunna, for real, your just a runna Haters I spot you from a far, and I'm the deer hunter They be thinking nice car, nice crib I be thinking, how long will these niggaz let me live I understand, cause people need things And they will take it from you, and take you from your seedlings So even with the mumble is talk, I still walk the most humblest walk And one day, they may even catch up with me man But til then, I'm Leonardo, Catch Me If You Can [Chorus] [Bilal:] Look over your shoulder, something is near And I'm so scared, when I'm alone I'm so scared Now it's inching closer, trouble is near But nothing's there, when I look nothing's there I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but.. Its right by my side, theirs nowhere to hide.. I'm outta my mind, I'm running from guilt, but.. Its right by my side, theirs nowhere to hide .. [Pusha T:] I make big money, drive big cars Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star Virginia nights, sellin hard white To sellin out shows, every gangsta love my flow Still I creep low, thinking niggaz trying to harm me Hoping my karma ain't coming back here to haunt me Was it that nigga, I took his powder with a smile Praying to Lord, the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit I pilt niggaz girls back like Alphahydroxie Spent money like Happy Days, I'm the real Fonzy Top off the coupe, thats how JFK got shot B, Can't let niggaz roll up beside me, and 2Pac me Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely Check up on my block, weekly, my health yearly Somethings wrong with me, niggaz don't get along with me Got a 4-4, hope ya body got strong kidneys..oh! [Chorus] |
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from Clipse - Hell Hath No Fury (2006)
[Chorus:]
I got jeweels, plus wheels Pullin up in your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels And she feelin around for them pills Bitch I'm trill, Bitch I'm so trill Nigga I'm trill, Nigga I'm so trill I got, my steel, I'll peel Pulling up on your grill, I'm so trill Your girl want Cosmos, Cristeels and she feeling around for them pills Bitch I'm trill, bitch I'm so trill Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill [Pusha T:] G's up, rev them V's up Federali's trying to reach us to keep us Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces You know who he is, nigga talk show like Regis King Push flow prestigious, hoes suck me like leeches X and Os, tick-tack-toes Fuck 'em, duck 'em, let them go On to the next, got this in the decks of them Cali low-lows Houston, candy paint, screwed up vocals New York, Range Rov, sit on Mo-Mos Pusha in that Bentley, G-T-Oh No Flow chameleon, worth bout a million Sell bolivian, Feds in oblivion Bitch Brazilian, purse reptillian Took her from far off island like Gilligan [Chorus] [Malice:] It's me ma, you ain't dreamin Star struck bitch damn near stopped breathing So real that hon' ain't believin Out my bracelet she can't make rhyme or reason Soon as you get your heart involved That's when I fall back love, au revoir So international, French Riviera Love for foreign cars would explain my Carrera Who cares when these fools talk Don't mean jack til that tool gotta talk Icy wrists help me to cool off And the second hand on this bitch it moon walk Reminds me of how I applied myself And why I now ride with Tiptronic help Bankroll on overload I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill [Chorus] [Pusha T:] So many different things make me trill Start with that 'B' with wings over the grill Maybe how my way with words make me mills Or maybe it's my way with birds digital scales Young, restless, talk so reckless Two hundred thousand up in my necklace Four of ya Hummers wrapped round my neck bitch I ain't mention the Rolly red-neck like Texas [Malice:] To y'all ill-wishers who wanna take part In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya Even let 'em cheat from my paper Why does wealth make them hate me And make chicks hearts so achy breaky Rarely do I toot my own horn But y'all fellas got too far gone, now come back [Chorus] |
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from Step Up (스텝 업) by Aaron Zigman [ost] (2006)
(Chorus - Pusha T)
Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? (Verse 1 - Pusha T) Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake Hustling them E's and that C's and that H While you probably talking frantic on the tape Niggaz in the hood ain't tryna to hear "Man it was a mistake" To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake Epitaph reading how much damage you could take While I'm on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate I know why you liked her, the head it was great Loving these bezels sets, change with no space 86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take? Patent leather BAPEs...Uh, uh! Closet like planet of the BAPE! Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place Like I'm living in an episode of Planet of the Apes You're watching the evolution of one of rap's greats You niggaz tryna take my place? Neva happen... (Chorus - Pusha T) Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? (Verse 2 - Sandman) Dig it, every time I do it, encore Slide out tha Lincoln with tha suicide doors Ma, and I'm blingin like Baby with all that shit on My block pop til all that shit gone What? You niggaz hardly eat What you spend on a home is a golden piece On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss My dream team wrestle for cheese like Eric Bischoff From the kickoff to tip off, I give off rays from the VVs Ice glazed like lip gloss Thinking they can see me, I beg to diff-arr Look up in the skiz-eye, it the big dip-arr (Thats cold!) Its chilly in Philly, its that real Nobody know karate, more bodies than Kill Bill Somebody get beside me, Lord, will his blood spill Like a waterfall, fuck around make me slaughter y'all (Chorus - Pusha T) Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? (Verse 3 - Malice) Oh you just gon take without asking ain't cha? You just grabbin, you ain't earnin for shit, that's too old fashion Look, tulip, I will never tuck a jewel up Kindergarten did they not tap your knuckle with the ruler? I'm the era of the juice crew, don't let that dookie noose you 1 and 1 is 2, its just as simple as Blue's Clues The nine will get most of you, turn yourself around For he who want to run up and earn himself a crown Meanwhile study something nigga, this Gucci, Parker From France where the kids sing Frere Jacques If not there, I'm somewhere mixing vodkas In a far off land, where they shake maracas and shit Keep it moving like in KIs of coke You the 100th motherfucker and I'm ??? Not Tommy Lee, see we never involve the law If it seems the walls are closing in its only a€?cause they are Muthafucker (Chorus - Pusha T) Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? (Verse 4- Ab-Liva) I'm a natural born hustla, I the risk taker I get it cross the border, the Alpha the Omega My life, I scripted the paper posh like the wrist in the cradle That hug the diamonds that kiss for you haters Rimoldi is so gaudy But its just so picture-perfect as I lean in that six fourty-five CI I'm on them blades likes T.I. The niggaz hate to measure a€?cuz they knee high Still slangin that P-I, E what I bring by Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleave, I Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I Can't let it go, a€?cuz a nigga got to eat, I Came to conquer the game, the flame and the powder And the pot, stirred it crazy, I'm a lead-a Still in the game, tippin the scale like Libra You don't really want that halo over ya Cesar! No! (Chorus - Pusha T) Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna save for tha range ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna perfect ya aim ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna get a big chain ain't cha? Hmmm, with the medallions and the rings ain't cha? Hmmm, gon getcha air force plane ain't cha? Say what? So you can get that hood fame ain't cha? |
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from Donell Jones - Journey Of A Gemini (2006)
Yo whats up boo
I know we never had a love like this before But u know I wanna be that one for you Yo tim and bob Drop that [Verse 1] And im not the average guy cuz I Cherish you and I'm lovin you baby I'm tellin you to single these guys Cuz you really got my heart You better hold onto me tight It's not a dream it's reality and If you down you got me for life Cuz I really love you girl [Chorus] I'm gonna be The one that comes home after work and fix your bath water I'm gonna be The kinda guy that'll never do you wrong I'm gonna be The kinda guy that ain't flippin out when you with your girls I'm gonna be The kinda guy that'll make love through the night [Verse 2] Every night I'm treatin you right Cuz our chemistry is a mystery To everyone lookin from outside Cuz they want what we have When I look right in your eyes I see your soul and I'm the mate baby If you down you got me for life Cuz I really love you girl Your smile cuts through like a knife And what you doin for the rest of your life Cuz I'm thinking of presenting you with a ring Hope you accept this invitation Everyday will be a celebration Birthdays, holidays, could feel the same [Chorus 2x] Through the nite (through the nite) When love feels right I really love you can't get enough of you Want you in my life oh girl You a star and sky so bright You won't regret it match mate in heaven Girl whatever you want me to be [Chorus 2x] Your smile cuts through like a knife And what you doin for the rest of your life Cuz I'm thinking of presenting you with a ring Hope you accept this invitation Everyday will be a celebration Birthdays, holidays, could feel the same [Chorus 2x] |
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from Westwood (2003)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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from Cradle 2 The Grave (크레이들 투 그레이브) by John Frizzell [ost] (2003)
OK, Pusha...minus the T Niggas is talkin' to blasphemous Tell me is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove Don't let the Reverend hold your casket cuz We think you thinkin' These s is curses the only thing worse is I'm the ring master of the circus Meanin' that, I'm the only one in the show with purpose Most of you motherfuckers don't scratch the surface Look, still ghetto, still tot' heavy metal Still throw a nickname on all of my vehicle Like the Copperfield coupe, now you see it now you don't With one flick of the wrist wow! the roof will go poof! (poof) I'm an achiever make all of you believers And I'll be damned if you overthrow Virginia's Caesar Spend a day, sin a way, walk with me Hug corners in the hood like a ghetto renegade switch! Spend a way, rolls gold Jesus Pink diamonds face flush like it was Duncan pink lemonade Listen I'm not actin', this not rappin' this is live in action Let's consider all the facts in I got caught dealin' some way back when Now that I'm blowin' it's smoother men I know its hurts to see it but players please believe it I'm cool what you wishin', don't talk 'cause I'm listenin' Fuck 'round and end up missin' if you curious No weed or no vodka my soul will make me pop ya Don't make me have to milk box ya, I'm serious See how ya boy do I pull up in that ride quick 50 on the wrist leanin', niggas is sick Steamin' they can't understand the meanin' So they plot and conjure up ways to interrupt my well bein' But that 9's been a damn good friend Plus worthy |
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from TLC - Hands Up (2002)
Rollin' to the club
Stop to get my grub on Nothin' like those Krispy Kremes Soon as I was done It was time to get my groove on Find a place that's happenin' And I knew that it was on From the moment that I walked into the spot It was bangin' It was swangin' oh Till somethin' turned me off I wasn't sure Coulda swore I saw you with someone And at much to my surprise (whoa) You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you Left you at the crib Cause I know you get your game on Happens every Tuesday night You said that you was cool Your boys was comin' by (Go baby have yourself a real good time) So I knew I could be wrong I was thinkin' there's no way it could be you Not my baby He ain't crazy no Then my girlfriends tipped me off When I got closer I could tell that it was you You was bangin' You was swangin' oh You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you Mindin' my own business My pager's goin' off My girlfriends tryin' to tell me You're doin' wrong I needed confirmation I knew you was a dog I just can't believe what I saw You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you |
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from TLC - Hands Up (2002)
Rollin' to the club
Stop to get my grub on Nothin' like those Krispy Kremes Soon as I was done It was time to get my groove on Find a place that's happenin' And I knew that it was on From the moment that I walked into the spot It was bangin' It was swangin' oh Till somethin' turned me off I wasn't sure Coulda swore I saw you with someone And at much to my surprise (whoa) You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you Left you at the crib Cause I know you get your game on Happens every Tuesday night You said that you was cool Your boys was comin' by (Go baby have yourself a real good time) So I knew I could be wrong I was thinkin' there's no way it could be you Not my baby He ain't crazy no Then my girlfriends tipped me off When I got closer I could tell that it was you You was bangin' You was swangin' oh You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you Mindin' my own business My pager's goin' off My girlfriends tryin' to tell me You're doin' wrong I needed confirmation I knew you was a dog I just can't believe what I saw You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you |
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from TLC - Hands Up (2002)
Rollin' to the club
Stop to get my grub on Nothin' like those Krispy Kremes Soon as I was done It was time to get my groove on Find a place that's happenin' And I knew that it was on From the moment that I walked into the spot It was bangin' It was swangin' oh Till somethin' turned me off I wasn't sure Coulda swore I saw you with someone And at much to my surprise (whoa) You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you Left you at the crib Cause I know you get your game on Happens every Tuesday night You said that you was cool Your boys was comin' by (Go baby have yourself a real good time) So I knew I could be wrong I was thinkin' there's no way it could be you Not my baby He ain't crazy no Then my girlfriends tipped me off When I got closer I could tell that it was you You was bangin' You was swangin' oh You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you Mindin' my own business My pager's goin' off My girlfriends tryin' to tell me You're doin' wrong I needed confirmation I knew you was a dog I just can't believe what I saw You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you You were right there with your hands up in the air You had hoochies everywhere All on you It's like I almost didn't know you Tryin' to shake that ass Playa you don't even dance Sup wit' you It's like I don't even know you |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Verse 1 - Malice) Say dog, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke And we got word in the street that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin' Tonight friend, until we meet again But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh I never front, like I'm something I'm not Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah) Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Verse 3 - Fabolous) They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease This guys in a hurry Ma I can't even fuck with you, If you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back The street family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July, and we had on wool britches I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo' That have under covers and po', with cover and slow The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow, ghetto (Verse 3 - Pusha T) Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain I turn over caine, over and over again Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today Be back the next day, still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run (*Sniffle*) Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Minds mental, others is made up stinsel When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it Yves Saint Laurent knitted, shorts bermuda You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Skit at end of the song begins) |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
(Chorus - Pharrell)
Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot' damn (Verse 1 - Malice) Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my demeanor Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas Out of two, Clipse they say Malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You miss took me for a rapper huh Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun And buck on them niggas who hate Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight I understand that the envy is part of the game But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit Watch how them hollows straight, rattle ya shit And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money (Verse 2 - Ab-Liva) God damn, when that white hits the PAN AND Comes back hard, I can account for every GRAM AND The streets molded the man I am The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'M THE TORCH that, carry the game The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleeve-a Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies We pop, pop, DROP you homey (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money [Verse 3 - Pusha T and (Pharrell)] They call me Pusha for one reason Cause I keep that sniff all seasons Whether the price is up or down I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around When it come to the money, I get stealth Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth Dog, I know about my life, I been around the world thrice times I mean what I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn away The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic Hear what I say, please don't confuse it My verses heal, like Curt Mayfield's music (Are you a pusha), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya And only pull back to cook ya, partner (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money (Verse 4 - Roscoe P. Coldchain) I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bangs my cab-bage Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money Pull yo gun, ra-pid LEAVE and watch you see the situation be corrected Lord Heavens, why must I be so devilish They say whatcha do comes back on you two times I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around wit two nines Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the police Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke blood Nigga on every breath you take Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate witness Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the limit Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for certain Live in the living room, searching to hurting you (Chorus - Pharrell) Cot' damn, it's a new day Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo Cot' damn (Skit at end of the track begins) |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pusha T]
Yes sir.. [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Malice] I got guns 'cause they got guns I get cash they get none So I'm sure you see where that leaves me In the streets with two heats, both one within my reach I speak slow, let 'em understand my speech When I say, "Get low, these hold ten shots each Please, don't move too fast, I scared of y'all niggas and my nerves is bad!" So sad, but I won't think twice We rich, we get the best judicial advice Threaten my life with them words that they ut-ter-in' Adrenaline pump, my heart start to flut-ter-in' Continuous dump, that tech gets to stut-ter-in' Left in the slump, mother and sister cud-dle-in' And for what, 'cause you ego-trippin' If that thing jam, it's divine intervention Click! [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Pusha T] Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...) You know I can't sleep on his word Had to show him that I heard (Let's go...) All that duct-tape-tie-up talk put in reverse Now it's him who's in a bind on the account of his words (Yeah, you know it...) Yeah, they talk 'bout this and that (That...) Got it fucked up, like I'm all 'bout rap (Rap...) Word is I'm loaded, they want a piece of that I respond with four words, "Rat-tat-tat-tat" (In yo ass...) Now, rap about that I carry a human heat box, to make ya heartbeat stop (Stop...) Some say Pusha's the coldest Money is my morals, other than that, I'm soulless Refuse to wake up zeroless and 0-less Carry that shit that blow your arm out your shoulders (Bla-oww...) Techs don't come with holsters, I'm a menace boy (Don't forget, motherfucker) [Chorus 2X's] Don't let 'cha ego trick yo ass 'Cause this motherfuckin' tech will get yo ass (Pharrell) "Yes, the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..." But if it don't, that's yo ass my man [Pharrell] Yo.. You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us.. This is the real.. You niggas ain't fuckin' - wit' us.. This is the real.. Bitch.. |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[HOOK]
Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak Now let's smoke and ride [CHORUS] [Pharrell] Oh girl ya taste is Sweet like mornin' dew I would go crazy girl If I couldn't have none of you I said ya from Jamaica Straight outta my Mercedes trunk You make me wanna roll ya up And then you make my body slump Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Malice] I only love her on occasions Keep my heart racin' Love to take her on vacations Where the time zone changes and money exchanges And meters and kilometers on the dials of the ranges Far away with my Jamacian sexy everyday is like a holiday The cheeba got me in a slum sleeper But when I try to leave her I just find out that it's cheaper to keep her Plus she keep my thoughts deeper, really zonin' Like my Cali homies 6-4 rollin' Or them Deroit 'Lacs trimmed in golden Or my Texas family 150 white strollin' Damn, I was caught up in the Matrix But not Keanu Reaves, as she rolls in bamboo leaves I think a way to ship off these piano keys Since the traffic in a gangsta lean [Pharrell] You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a geangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga havea gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Pusha T] If you put me where I need to be Twist you anytime I feel the need Love ya touch and how you set my mind at ease In Virginia where you kept me motionless From that point on I knew I could never get over this Now they wanna see us broke up 'Cuz I'm lovesick, got me all choked up Look, you keep my head in the clouds mami ,'till I can't breathe And next to that heat seeker you my main squeeze Plus I get twistin' didn't even spend my money on Now either I'm a fool or you really must got me gone You got me open these days I must admit Body numbed up and in a slump like I been hit But luckily it's just the green got me leavin' smoke streams And blowin' smoke rings as I flee from the scene Gangsta leanin' in a 850 beamin' I'm like K-Ci and Jo-Jo, love you got me fiendin' [CHORUS] [Pharrell] Oh girl ya taste is Sweet like mornin' dew I would go crazy girl If I couldn't have none of you I said ya from Jamaica Straight outta my Mercedes trunk You make me wanna roll ya up And then you make my body slump Which make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) [Pusha T] Her sex so sticky, I'm talkin' real icky Have me gone and twisty Make my other women miss me Just by the way she kiss me Hold her wit the index and thumb tippys Ma I'm so trippy Hard to hold back, scent so sweet Got to Cognac and honey wrap her this ain't drink From Taiwanese to Amsterdam greeny green To hydroponic that make a weak stomach vomit [Malice] Listen, at times you hinder my vision Blinded by ya love and you got the room spinnin' It's not jealousy the reason why I keep you hidden Hell, I hit you then I pass you to my man like I do my women I know just what I'm investin' in I done traded currency wit the Mexicans In Texas just so we could get affectionate Your complexion lime green wit red specks in it I love you [Pharrell] You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga have a gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) Make a nigga have a gangsta leeean (Talk about the gangsta lean) You make a nigga havea gangsta lean (Talk about the gangsta lean) {HOOK 2x} Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin to roll Somethin' gangstafied Gimme somethin' to roll Somethin' gangstafied Hey hey Star Trak, Star Trak Now let's smoke and ride |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pharrell] & (Pusha T in sing-song voice)
Yo... I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes... And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel... Something... (I'm yo' pusha), that they've never felt before C'mon (Pusha T) From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the...neighborhood pusha Call me subwoofer, 'cause I pump "base" like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy cuz Ball 'til you fall cause you could duck to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) (Malice overlapping last line of Chorus) Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up And disguised in this rap so the feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen Even eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding man, y'all nevermind me [Chorus] ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) ......Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining (Whooof...) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof...) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) (Malice) My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine" Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake I'm Grinding (Pusha T overlapping Malice's last line) I move 'caine like a criple Balance weight through the hood Kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel-- Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in... whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin' I'm grindin' Jack [Chorus] ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grindin'! (Ahhh) ...(Hu-huuh...) [Hook: The Clipse in sing-song voice and (Pharrell)] Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a lining Niggas better stay in line, when When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grin-ding!) |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
(feat. Jadakiss, Styles & Roscoe)
(Pusha T Talking) No no no..... I told you.... I live this shit (echoing) I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit Naw, uh uhh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you.... Pusha (Pusha T) I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can, Fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green, more cash then ya seen With an Aston, it's green, me drivin up fast with the lean Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash, From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what I'm about, Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out (Jadakiss overlapping Pusha T's last line) Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie Got em right here, and if I don't like you the grams high Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take alotta shots, A.I style Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I, Could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate (Roscoe P. Coldchain) I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sex Nigga that's funny you say you a killa how? What is it the return of the killer clown? You don't put no fear in my heart I make ya people say wow that didn't look like my man They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank Coldchian left that nigga stankin Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink when, I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you, That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men (Styles P) Fuck wit S.P that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down, any place I step And I love gettin slept on Cuz I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone Why I love riffin the war you wouldn't understand Cuz my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and, Shit aint really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya insides out so I mean it when (??) (Malice) Rappers is talking to me as if (come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh) And you and I don't share no common bond, So forgive me if I don't recieve you with open arms (No) It shames me to no end, To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh) But where there's demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them need this All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the street I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry) And with this in mind, I still didn't quit And that's how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit) My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact, I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
(Pusha T)
Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns Show par with the fishes, make the face lift numb Out in Panama in that amazing sun, I'm amazing, son You niggas wonder where my grace is from I speak with corrupted tongue Recognized the underworld since I was young Back in '84 when I saw Crocket & Tubbs as the law These eyes got big when they televised that raw My mama should've seen it comin' Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick Hummin' Miami Vice theme music Called the 'roin made me colder I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too Got a lot of money, keep militant tools Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules So I grab a tape and related to life's cruels The meaning? Pusha T's more than the semen Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless And I don't even watch my back I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past Shit could get hairy, I could lose my-self in a flash Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that "Mask" (Malice) I even went by the book at first Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst, so I Start my mission, leave my residence Mama knew that I child like me had better sense But something had to give, that's real I had to live I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib Scouts honor started with my grandmama Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep I don't entertain hate surrounding the street If I was you, I'd be trynna get down with me But no, see these niggas know too much Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush Cats act as if rap fell in my lap I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles Let 'em take it however they wanna take it I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite Hey, I one of the greats, I can't lie I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die Make no mistake, Malice is who you tune to It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
(feat. Faith Evans)
(Pharell) I wanna love you girl Just wanna love you girl Please let me love you girl Just wanna love you girl C'mon, I wanna love you girl Just wanna love you girl Let me love you girl Let me... (Malice) When we met I was talkin' that game Parkin' that thang Since then between us A lot of things changed Now it's like the world got a whole different name I can't stop chics from sayin' my name Most of it's lies, If not, don't be surprised You knew I was ballin' when I met you But really, I started layin' low just to net you I'm raw as hell yet can't deny that you special These girls can't either Winter, his and her Vivas Summer, his and her Louie sneakers You don't think that bother people Guess again you even need to check your friends Sayin that I cheat Right, maybe with my heat Got a pearl handled chrome thing that I call Sweets I greet wit her, creep wit her, even eat wit her Late nights under my sheets, yeah I sleep with her But thats it Chorus: (Pusha T + Malice with Faith Evans) (Faith) Look Ma, I don't love her Don't listen to her words She tryin' to split us as lovebirds But that's not it Now you see me buyin' her whips and shit (No) You see me sendin' her on trips and shit (No) If the answers no don't forget (How's she know you then) I don't know (Pusha T) If I don't know I don't know, lets not go that road I don't know who she is, don't care who told Look stop flippin', no need to explode I seen the number in the pager, I don't know that code In the streets too much, c'mon, that's absurd Gettin' no complaints when I be flippin' them birds Your girls just talk 'bout this that and the third Believe half what you see none of what you heard You askin' me who's her I'm askin' who's mink fur With that rock on her hand makin' their eyes blurred Could that be you plus who cop every gem Who spend like I spend, then act like it then Got the dream home and we settled in it Our lives too perfect that's why they meddle in it Now, just chalk it up as just part of the game You know who I'm about, who got part of my name? Chorus (Faith) (Malice) Do you love me babe (Sho' you right) You thinkin' of me babe (Well atleast tonight) I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right) Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night) (2X) (Pusha T) I'm not most men my heart truer than theirs Of course your girls hate, our whips newer than theirs We hardly fight, arguements way fewer than theirs Even down to the ice, look, bluer than theirs What they gonna tell us about us, Huh? What they talk 'bout without us, Huh? The envy got 'em speakin loosely Tell 'em walk in your shoes But first let 'em know they Gucci (Malice) And even if I did twist her I promise I didn't kiss her Won't shit touchy feely Grudge on the floor like mister did the silly No respect shown My homies laugh while she talk dirty on the speaker phone Now don't you start I spared your heart If you ain't see it I didn't do it Ain't I played my part? Bricks chics whips chips, that just go with the grind What else do you want from me, to say it, fine Chorus (Faith) (Malice) (*with Pharell's verse in background*) Do you love me babe (Sho' you right) You thinkin of me babe (Well atleast tonight) I bet you'd tell me anything (Yea thats right) Just to be with me (Yep and tonight's the night) (2X) (Faith singing) (Faith, Pusha T + Malice) That's not it |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Pharrell]
You ready to do this, nigga? You ready to come down here? It's Virginia, nigga... We do this in broad daylight... It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga... You ready? [Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Pusha T] In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones Alters my walk to limpin' Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin' It 'tis what it seems That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans, by all means Lost it all, from lives to love Put my faith in my money, help me rise above See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved In that ole' Virginey Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin' Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there Each year, a diffferent bitch wonder Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal' Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind Look ma, that's right up my alley I love my family, I want them all happy In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial Yeah, I guess the chase was wild But what's the fuss about? See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J. Beat murder like the shit is OK, that's what our door say Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental I miss you Shampoo, we miss you Shampoo And your grams, too... [Pharrell] My nigga... Fo sho... [Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Malice] Seem like they all got a comment to make In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight They fast to predict the outcome of my fate Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us And there are some things that you don't discuss Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out 'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die I tried being humble, humble get no respect Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well I reside in VA, ride in VA Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here For out-of-towners, who think that they gon' move weight here Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at, in Virginia... [Chorus 2X's: Pusha T & (Pharrell)] I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook (Talk about, what?) Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?) Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?) So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look (Talk about, what?) [Pharrell] Young'n... (Talk about, what?) This is real, young'n... (Talk about, what?) You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (Talk about, what?) This is real... Live... |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
[Intro: Pharrell]
(Get down!) Niggaz and bitches (Get down!) You are now listening to... (Get down!) The real... (Get down!) And that would be... (Get down!) Clipse, the Neptunes... (Get down!) And the new label... (Get down!) Staaaarrr Traaaak... [Pusha T] Top, down, chrome spinnin You see the boss grinnin, I'm lovin these damn women I let two get in (uhh) She tried to let the rest fit in I'm like, "Naw love, that's forbidden" I ain't for swishin, that's a problem to the wheel well Trust I know them 20's real well Now we coastin, me, two chicks and toastin I turn up the volume, watch the bass get 'em open Soft-spoken, with a wild side I love 'em in the ride, they love it in the ride We was movin bodies before we hit the party 'Fore the DJ started cuttin {*scratch: "I was already fuckin"*} Cinderella'd you girls from nothin to somethin Hit the parkin lot and hear the club system thumpin Lose the face, you two's was great But it's to the V.I.P. I got new moves to make [Chorus: Pharrell] (Get down!) When the last time you heard it like this Smoke somethin, drink somethin, get ripped And make the girls in the party just strip Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down!) Only if you know you live From the club, to the park, and glide How many chicks can you fit in that ride? Put 'em up, homie (Get, get..) [Malice] Hey, it's just a day in the life Club nights, one of the reasons I love life Chicks be, in the back tipsy We gets in for free, e'ryday wit me Two-steppin, you see each crew reppin Slippin on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweatin Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on And I love how she move any time a song on I like that ma, you do somethin to me Come this way and prove somethin to me Fast or slow, she got the right moves And I got the right dough for any date that I choose I'm open, but naw, I don't lose focus If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm totin But I'm only here to party, y'all Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras [Chorus] [Breakdown: Kelis] + (Pharrell) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (Yo, you are now listening to the sounds) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (That are vibrating your speakers) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (Please do not be alarmed) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (It will not hurt you at all) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (For it is the real) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la (For all my real...) La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la (Niggaz and bitches) [Pusha T] When they say "last call" that don't mean the night's ovah That mean it's time for her to show ya How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the cho-cha S&M chick, ass pushin a choker But I thought about how rich I am and said, "No sir!" Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space What did it the "Whip Appeal," or my Babyface? [Malice] The night's still young and I'm already leanin Cruise through the lot on the deuce-2's gleamin The liquor in me and I don't need a reason Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen I pull up, let her get in, she know from the beginnin She added to list of them chicks that I done been in Her head spinnin and my head spinnin Mine from juice and ginnin, hers from neck and chinnin I'm a winner, man [Chorus] [Chorus: Pharrell] + (Kelis) (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) (Get down!) When the last time you heard it like this (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) Smoke somethin, drink somethin, get ripped (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) And make the girls in the party just strip (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la) Move ya ass, girl (Get down!) (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) Only if you know you live (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) From the club, to the park, and glide (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la, la) How many chicks can you fit in that ride (La, l-la, la, la, l-la, la) Put 'em up, homie (Get down!) {*repeat scratch to end: "Get down!"*} |
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from Clipse - Lord Willin' (2002)
You out of line (*repeated throughout song*)
[Chorus: Pharell] Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout When I was a young boy My mama always told me don't take no shit Motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back So when I hit the nigga it could Breeeeeak Nigga out of line [Verse 1: Malice] Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to 8 tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw See in my household it was quite unique Playin hide and seek, you might find a key Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6 And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich How I turned out let it be no surprise When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother Its tradition [Chorus] [Verse 2: Pusha T] My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there What's my excuse Cartoons were the root Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in palm of the hand, what couln't I demand See, thirteen Studied the gangsta's lean Low brim, no smile Lotta cash meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul Tha streets had me to mold Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Shake Rivera Tyco RC versus Carrera [Chorus] [Verse 3: Malice] I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal [Pusha T] Age Fifteen Walkin through the hallway, plate the new Jordans First ones on the scene See I could afford 'em, Livin out a dream Hustler on the rise, laces untied Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride Didn't know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin' how and why Bitches passin' by Oh my, he's so gangsta [Chorus] |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-05-08
Subject : Clipse - Lord Willin' (Arista,2002)
