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Clones..
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] Whachu say your name was? Well um, lookin real sexy right now You and your girls, are lookin good Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets What's your name baby? word? okay Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Hah, I know you starving for this shit Baby I'm feeling your hunger I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm See the police gon jail ya For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed What he initially said because a nigga dead But fuck em! ause now we vibing and talking and shit I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - I'll light your ass on fire Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - Bitch I'll light that ass on fire Move girl I'll light your ass on fire [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Bust it, baby I know you probably really Need a table cloth to cover your ass Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass Shit so big just put the club in yo ass Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass I'm saying hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen I light the L smell a wiff of the hash And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash (Hah, c'mon) we making money and shit Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit [Chorus] [Bridge] Welcome to hot in Hazyville It make you wanna dance till you break your heels I know you love the way the God make your feel Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville) [Verse: Busta Rhymes] Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor I noticed that your ass too big for your draws You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying And going hmm, see how you putting it down I love the way you shake it throw it around! [Chorus] [Bridge] |
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I see fields of blank out staring eyes
on freeways in the skies on asphalt and petro highs their souls need not for ice the AC will suffice I see tans and muscles on the guys the girls have thunder thighs but lightning left there eyes the day that they decided to.. FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY yeah...yeah yeah YEAH Well..I..see..death he drives a brand new car he's sitting at the bar he's watching all the stars..OH YEAH FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY FUCK FUCK AND SPEND MONEY.. FUCK...FUCK YEAH! |
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Well, hear dis
Original Dan die hearted dog heart Haffi put de old iron pon dem Me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Chop it Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo Saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boys Perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger Sey dem a shotta dem a shotta, man a straight shoota An straighter den de guy weh clap Martin Luther For murda is a word weh some a dem only heard a Oonu tell dem a de Rappa Dappa Dan dem a falla Oonu tell dem Mr. Cat a DanceHall Emperor Oonu tell dem Rappa Dan a ram cance master An inna de dancehall a music me charged fa Sing Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boys, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Carry mi name gone a station to superinten Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mach-10 Sey de Rappa Dappa causing pure problem From New York City to de clock a Big Ben De whole world a shout de Rappa Dan come again Tell dem true gangsta never have no need fe pretend A bag a duppy men dem men deh send a Maypen So bad bull inna Pen a Man nuh fraid a none a dem Fa man a leaf, a root, a man, a branch an stem Car wha me luv sey dat a Mercedes Benz Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boy, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Carry mi name gone a station to superinten Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mach-10 When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem |
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[Intro - Nelly]
Dirty E & T We All We Got StarTracks on the G-M-B [Verse 1] I'm not the man sittin' next to the man But I'm the man sittin' wonderin if I'ma ever see you again If imma ever get the chance to hug and squeeze you again... I swear I'll leave you again You ain't gotta worry bout it (Woo) Dirty is super man I run up in you, "man and all", I ain't no minute man A G-4 headin' straight for Switzerland Or independent 8-Mile down to Michigan She so thick (man) an S-T-L Hottie Aqua bottom demin The flyest thang in the party Baby last name could it be Mo-Lotte? Got mo' back than she got body (Eh!) Fall back, get 'Cris and tree it up Tomorrow hit the mall And 'Christian D it up Credit card to the max Come Back! I re. it up If I'm movin' too fast fo' ya Hurry to speed it up Or ease up, whichever one you prefer We yellow diamonds or the whites Whichever one you prefer Cali we do the drop New York we do the furr Easy Coast West Coast whichever one you prefer! [Chorus] (If I could...) Take you... Around the world... (Take you around that w-orld Then shorty would you be my girl...) Hey (Would you be my?) Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo) Big jewelry with diamonds, girl (Woo, would you still be my girl?) Hey (Would you be my?) [Verse 2] Not wit' me yet but I could have a rock I'm a different kindda' balla' baby, feel or not (Feel or not) Yea I'm a playa' and I crush a lot I also puff a lot But I'll stop if you fuss a lot Err-thing I done done you ain't satisfied And you don't wanna' answer to my "Who's?" and my "Why's?" (Eh) Just loan me back my keys to my CL55 Better hurry the bus leave at 7:55 (55) WE OFF THAT Take you to the field, ma Let you ride horse back Yea I'm 50 miles from the arch and all that But from the bedroom, balcony, you can see all that I can see you pointin' now like "What do you call that?" Got all these damn cars "Where the hell do ya' park at?" We used to ask "What it cost?" Now it ain't no more a'that I made it so ya' own mama call ya a spoiled brat (It's all crap) [Chorus] (If I could...) Take you... Around the world... (Take you around that w-orld Then shorty would you be my girl...) Hey (Would you be my?) Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo) Big jewelry with diamonds, girl (Woo, would you still be my girl?) Hey (Would you be my?) [Verse 3] Take you (take you) Girl if I couldn't Take you (take you) If I couldn't Take you around the world Tell me would you still be my girl? If I couldn't Take you (tale you) Now way to Take you (take you) Girl if I couldn't Take you around the world Tell me would you still be my girl? [Chorus - Repeat until fadeout] (If I could...) Take you... Around the world... (Take you around that w-orld Then shorty would you be my girl...) Hey (Would you be my?) Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo) Big jewelry with diamonds, girl (Woo, would you still be my girl?) Hey (Would you be my?) |
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Malice saying we too hot
New verses please, c'mon Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn My how the boys grow? From roaming low into homes to homes of his own No catching up he's in a whole another zone Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome Haters stay clear of him Y'all stay in cheer for him Got up out the game and overcame Let's hear it for him Keep a new toy so I wonder how good I'm not enjoying life I'm re-living my childhood Big chain monster, whip game bonkers Monster truck remind him of Tonka Diamond M color plush gold still gutter My deal is in the mills Motherfucker and I ain't stutter Bitter sweet, my life's a musical From holding nose to roles gold The Lord's beautiful Before him I'm to shame to show my face But she's so mean, can't help but to fall off the race, motherfucker Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Hot damn, when the white hit the pen it Twist and it tumbles, it flips and it fumbles I mix it like gumbo, I pitch it so subtle I keep hustle so pother feds I got 'em wondering What happened to that boy? Six maneuver, how to slip into that toy Is it the pimp, the crook a hustler thing? The man, the music, the making, the king Constantly builded by me A million men marching like calling them the King Kong The verse making the world sing My hearts on the sleeve-a Y'all basically just like my opinion The bars hoping the sun shines on them But you still gotta watch the phonies Watch your homies, we got you, homie Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Ugh, handle the rock like none other Wrist over the stove, head under the cupboard In the kitchen till the fume make me feel smothered The way it melt fiends can't believe it's not butter The way it melt, he won't cop from non-other The he who hoes O's like crispy creams oven Or easy bake, pink D.V's make The presidential look like strawberry shortcake P? Imagine that Royals Royce crashed it We unscratched in, that billionaire boys club fashion, ugh You niggas is clones, I hand out styles like ice cream cones Get the fuck out'a here That's for real, my gats is real SL5 is looking like the Bat Mobile Chrome lips with the matching wheel, ugh Both chains probably match a deal Y'all dudes is a act for real pusha Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man You either salute deaf, 'cause you looked at That's what a old G told me That was the exact moment I decided to take a pact And if you owed me and if I decided to take it back It wasn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place I'm what you call a destructive war path It will be shell showers in today's forecast You a gangsta? I can't tell Your diamonds don't blimmen when the light hit it Those jewels aren't genuine, because if it was I'm nice with it, I would have been took that That skin stacked in your pocket, I would have been shook that And this world you gotta watch it, I'm here to warn ya Cats turn informal, over snow wrapped and wags My son's home, crying, don't give me no slack Just put the motherfucking money in the bag These words have been said as I hide behind glove and mask Coldchain's not your typical crook I'm being watched, look at the camera linens in the bush Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Hoo, hoo, hoo, hot damn |
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Pedaling around
My head's facing down Watching specs in the road whiz by before my eyes Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu the old German vampire, with the blinds closed When the credits hit, turn it off and hit the streets of 4 PM once again Pedaling around Humidity's down No longer curling my hair so I stop off for a fountain drink I pretend it's a beer with a citrus after-taste and I wave hello to a guy I know but he can't recall my name even though he once told me I was the most talented person that he'd ever met Pedaling around My head's facing down Listening to the tires on the asphalt below Wondering just how hot oozing tar would have to be to melt them If it could would they explode or would the air leak slowly Just to play it safe, I steer around the small patches of that black, goopy stuff but I do enjoy a deep inhale as I roll on by Pedaling around My head's facing down Sweaty bangs in my eyes Half steering, half eating ice cream Half steering, half eating ice cream |
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[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr Rock and roll, man roll and rock I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks I got smoke to buy, coke for sale Sold much coke, got coke in jail In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale But I'ma take you back to the early eighties When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves I was twelve years old brought it to the school Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this [Hook 1] But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track) Try to set up shop get glowed up Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups Fam! we can roll up (Star Track) But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track) Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up Cause it's like that [Verse 2: Fam-Lay] The fiends is dyin', things is lyin' Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin' Right on time and money on the mind and On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin' But y'all niggaz don't know bout this Fresh new kicks with the new outfit Got the all black top with the black on black You ever see me creepin, just back on back Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch From a place on Earth called Huntersville Where people out there got love for real Got love for all who got love for me If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and d's And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me I ever get caught then it was to be I'ma just make bail by my cousin E Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home Trynta score and get this shit off quick You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this [Hook 1] [Hook 2] Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean [Verse 3: Fam-Lay] I stand on my block, the cam on the spot My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked Waitin' for a nigga to just act up My right hand big six, got my bait back up Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales Mad cause my right hand bad as hell I would've kept shootin', but I had a sale See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride Picked up my cash and slide all sweet Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet Wont'cha all take the cash dogg, not off me Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot stop it Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket I'm trynta score and get this shit off quick You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout this [Hook 1] [Hook 2] |
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Well, hear dis
Original Dan die hearted dog heart Haffi put de old iron pon dem Me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Chop it Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo Saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boys Perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger Sey dem a shotta dem a shotta, man a straight shoota An straighter den de guy weh clap Martin Luther For murda is a word weh some a dem only heard a Oonu tell dem a de Rappa Dappa Dan dem a falla Oonu tell dem Mr. Cat a DanceHall Emperor Oonu tell dem Rappa Dan a ram cance master An inna de dancehall a music me charged fa Sing Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boys, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Carry mi name gone a station to superinten Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mach-10 Sey de Rappa Dappa causing pure problem From New York City to de clock a Big Ben De whole world a shout de Rappa Dan come again Tell dem true gangsta never have no need fe pretend A bag a duppy men dem men deh send a Maypen So bad bull inna Pen a Man nuh fraid a none a dem Fa man a leaf, a root, a man, a branch an stem Car wha me luv sey dat a Mercedes Benz Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boy, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Carry mi name gone a station to superinten Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mach-10 When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem |
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[N.O.R.E.]
Star Track (Star Track) Star Track (Star Track) Millitainment!! Millitainment (Man) My nigga David Banner in the buildin' (Man...man) Bounce bounce (Man) Bounce bounce (Man) Bounce bounce [Hook 1: Pharrell] Are you a P-I-M-P? But can't no nigga put the pimpin' like me I get em up get em up (up) I get them hoes and put em up (up) I'm here with N-O-R-E And can't nobody rip a club like we Put em up put em up (up) Get your set and put em up put em up (up) Get your fingers put em up put em up (up) Get your rag and put em up put em up (up) Man [Hook 2: N.O.R.E.] Bounce bounce (Man) Bounce bounce (Man) Bounce bounce (Man) Bounce bounce [N.O.R.E.] Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E. (It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) I'm just chillin' wit my shorty (shorty) Drinkin' on a forty (forty), private stock old English (English) Bout to get some naughty, O.P.P. no D-E-D All she need is me up in the N-Y-C [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [N.O.R.E.] Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E. (It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) Half mo, full mo Wear a thong, g-code Gettin' bent off that liquor Till our colons thick and old Stay trippin' on them hoes...we be illin' And them whores doin' shows...top billin' Stay packin' fo' fo's...ain't no concealin' Peoples throwin' those bows....so how you feelin' [Hook 1] [Hook 2 x2] [N.O.R.E.] Now it ain't N.O.R.E. to be on time But I rock a rhyme that's right on slime, it's N.O.R.E. (It's N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.) Bangin' goin' crazy Bangin' black Mercedes Why I'm bangin' on them corners Bangin' all your ladies And she just wanna ride Get up in that coupe and slide Run around the corners lyin' Say she Bonnie, said I'm Clyde (What?) But I'm that type of guy Have yo chicken bakin' pie And she really wanna fuck me I can see it in her eye [Hook 1] [Hook 2 x2] |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-10-07
Subject : The Neptunes - Clones (Arista,2003)
