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Growin up as a kid tough skins and Afros
Wasn't South Central, but still it came natural There wasn't nobody to watch my back Didn't wanna be strapped to get jacked Mama taught me not to trust no man Brother what's your plan? If you ever lose a fight, then you go back again and win And I don't care if it was one of your friends You better bury your feelings within And understand that on top of the stairs They got keys to Catalacs BMW's Mercedes, Benz and all of that And on top of the stairs yeah They got colour TV's and even girls come in two pairs And on the bottom you've got nothin but guilt Bad feelings bein kept homies been killed When I die always know that I never was see my little brother drop So you better stay on top ( ) (Skee-Lo) Cause no one really cares about the guy on the bottom No one really cares about the guy beneath And everybody wants to be down with the dude On top of the stairs, top of the stairs Cause no one really cares about the guy on the bottom No one really cares about the guy beneath And everybody wants to be down with the dude On top of the stairs, top of the stairs (Skee-Lo) Little brother look around you, can't you see All the possibilities and we, you and me To the bang boogie up jump the boogie to the boogie to the boogie to the beat, I'ma emcee I spent three years in Mickey D's cleanin dishes Half of that time was makin wishes Want ya hit switches in a brand new six-fo' But all I could afford was another nine and Roseau's Chicken and Waffles How bout that Honda Cord Used to watch drop by at night till I got bored But not no more really that's for sure Cause I gotta millio |
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from Skee-Lo - I Wish (1997)
Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E
We're takin' calls on the wish line Making all your wacky wishes come true Hello 1-I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four ---- I wish I was like six-foot-nine So I can get with Leoshi Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine You know I see her all the time Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams I can scheme a way to make her mine Cause I know she's livin phat Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball So how am I gonna compete with that 'Cause when it comes to playing basketball I'm always last to be picked And in some cases never picked at all So I just lean up on the wall Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls Who came to watch their men ball Dag y'all! I never understood that Why the jocks get the fly girls And me I get the hood rats I tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobble Got hit with a bottle And I been in the hospital For talkin' that mess I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name Glad I came to my senses Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type (rpt 1, 1) I wish I had a brand-new car So far, I got this hatchback And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat And do you really wanna know what's really whack See I can't even get a date So, what do you think of that? I heard that prom night is a bomb night With the hood rats you can hold tight But really tho' I 'm a figaro When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday Well then I'ma have to get in my car and go You know I take the 110 until the 105 Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look alive Cause it's hard to survive when your livin' In a concrete jungle and These girls just keep passin' me by She looks fly, she looks fly Makes me say my, my, my (rpt 1, 1) I wish I was a little bit taller... I wish I was a baller... I wish I was a little bit taller y'all I wish I was a baller (3) Hey, I wish I had my way 'Cause everyday would be a Friday You could even speed on the highway I would play ghetto games Name my kids ghetto names Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine Yo you know that's on the real So if you're down on your luck Then you should know just how I feel Cause if you don't want me around See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound Hey, you , what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh? Everybody wants to get down like dat (rpt 1, 1) I wish, I wish, I wish... |
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from Skee-Lo - I Wish (1997)
I used to think that I was hard
The kind of kid you don't wanna mess wit' I'll fight you and your bodyguard I was illeterate, we're talkin' gibberish But never considerate of the way I treated friends I would fight ten kids and I would fly all heads I would even fight dragons 'til they'd be dead I would presidents and the mayor, you bet But it's just too bad because I ain't fought yet You see, I took a slug at no one But if I ever did, I'll have to show one That I was like, able to wreck it I thought I knew but I didn't know That all the talk in the world doesn't make you a pro And so, 'cause my first real fight in the hood I would bash a skull, if I could But that's when these kids wrecked my world, swept my feet up Straight got illed and I was nearly killed It never crossed my mind (Chorus) I could go ten different places at one time (all at one time) I could jump through my ears and walk through my mind (walk through my mind) I never thought that it could happen to you I never thought that it could happen to me But then it happend, see Coolin' out, chillin' with my homeboy Paul Now we was chillin', talkin' to ladies up inside of the mall I got a few numbers and some girl's address So I was feelin' kinda fly and I was dressed real fresh We was coolin' as if we didn't care He was too busy talkin', and so he wasn't aware That's when he caught a slug to his chest A hole in his vest, worst of all he made a mess all over the carpet Started to tumble all over the place 'Cause a bullet has no name, it sees no face Anyways, this girl pulled a trigger on us She was tryin' to kill the man who's next to the man Who's next to the man...what? And that's all he gots to give He's ready to die, but I'm hopin' he lives It never crossed his mind (Chorus) For my groupies, why must you do me? You never knew me, so what makes you hot for me? Is it fortune and fame just because of my name You wanna tell your friends that you did it Skee See, we can't be, because there is no us You and I won't happen, so don't make no fuss Now we could persist with a hug and a kiss But I can't help but wonder "who's daughter is this?" I'm glad you respect me, now let me respect you If I was a dog, then I might want you But if you want it that bad, then baby, don't get mad Because you're welcome to share with the rest of my crew Now that's on you I know you fellas who ain't wit' it You're thinkin' "like, dang Skee, why don't you hit it? do that, yeah!" But you better think again Next groupie could be your girlfriend Just in case it never crossed your mind (Chorus) You never what could happen Everyday situations It could happen you're going to the store Somebody drop a house on you and steal yo' slippers Who knows? Never crossed your mind |
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from Skee-Lo - I Wish (1997)
Ah, how many brothers been charged?
Go through wires and set fires in my garage Sabotage, I'm coming to you fools in camafloughe Gods must be crazy, stole yo' style from the eighties Lookin' at that show lady, why she look like Brady? Shady business, wanna stop and look at my profile People like me be catching girls with Kangol hats on Argyl Styles, skills, I get ill everytime I rhyme Quantum leaps stole my jeep, gonna catch that fool in time 'Cause I'm Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim Fame, Now I'm gonna live forever, never say die Bronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set trip Dang y'all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spot So pow, look at this brother with stilts Thinkin' his name was Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeeter What the? holy cow A brother hung a couple of sings from these trees The day that I became an MC (Chorus) I'm your idol like Micheal, so won't you beat it I'm deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can't be defeated Mis-treated MC's like it was the eighties My style is tigher than a wet lycra on a two hundred and fifty pound lady Maybe, maybe not Maybe you should check that Pop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' cassette On Channel 7 News At 11 watch these fools get hurt Have you more confused than a Christian reading a bible in a Muslim church Come down to earth, now ask yourself is worth Losing your title in a rap recitle? I've been vital since my birth MC's get vaided 'cause I'm over-rated And if you laughed it, you ran But when I blast it, you lucky you made it I'm the most hated MC, just like the OB You'll be outy like last year, cookin' like Gary Coleman 'Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the Super I got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooper And ain't no to be continuied When I get in you get looser Hope that you get used to losing So shut up and start thinking Before I leave you danglin' from my mic cords And you hear me swingin' (Chorus) Put yo' gun away, Superman don't run away See I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freeway But anyway, we can do this all today 'Cause I embarass more people on national telivision than Richard Baye Today's topic: "MC's who set-up for beat downs" Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-down You come to battle you get beat like drums And I'm a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came from And I don't care if you don't like me now You go home and tell your friends I'm the mighty one AKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim Also known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Supreman Super, Superman You know they call me Superman (Chorus) |
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from Skee-Lo - I Wish (1997)
"If you don't mind (if you don't mind),
we'd like to play somethin (play somethin)" (Skee-Lo) Gloria, pick up I know your there stop frontin just pick up Aight look, look I know I messed up But check it out just listen (Skee-Lo) I'm leavin you this message spotly cause I miss you I didn't mean to diss you but sometimes I slip, ya got me Stumblin over boulders lookin over my shoulders Hopin you're behind me but the sun blinds my vision No competiton cause I'm wishin and hopin that we could go to Canada, and Ann Lee lopin but nopin I know you caught playin with your heart Shoulda known that I was up to no good from the start Little hoodrat who's that guy I saw you walkin with Talkin with actin like he's wit ya Just like 2 Pac you know "I get around" But I didn't mean to get around with your little sister Think I was lookin for your friend so let me try again To prove myself cause I don't want nobody else It's been 7 hours and 16 days since you took your love away So I just want to say that you should (Chorus: Skee-Lo) Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come back to me (Skee-Lo) Oh stacker, cracker I'm the one who's badder 1 step 2 step 3 step 4 Oh are you sure that you really want to leave me I tell you that I love you but I don't think you believe me I never meant you any wrong my dear Besides yo you can't believe everything you hear So just like Stevie "I Wonder" is there water all under the bridge It's thrillin but lately I've had this strangest feelin like Jodeci I'm goin through the emotions so baby won't you just stay OK! I'm tryin to get you offa my mind but you just won't go away In fact just the other day I was coolin at a party on a Friday Doin things my way chillin with my cousin Shareef A girl walks my way couldn't say get away Cause then again it goes against my Islamic believes So I'm a big game to get to know the honeys name Cause you know that I was lookin for a real good time She was fine so I kicked a few lines But I couldn't get ya out my mind, get ya out of my mind, so (Chorus: Skee-Lo) Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come baaaaaaaaaccckk! (Skee-Lo) All the real good ships of lollypops Stop for a second and listen to ya heart And if ya still say no then I'm gonna have to let you go with it And wave goodbye and give one last cry Cause I'm not goin to take it no more so don't do that Can't keep breakin my heart so don't pursue that Time has been wasted time has been spent Pain is the essence but not my intent So gaze through the woods and stop through the meadows Cause I love Lucy like Bill love Jello And if you ever change your mind one day Then you know where I stay just a block away And I wait for you to (Chorus: Skee-Lo) Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come back to me Come back to me Come back to me Baby, baby please come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccckk! "Do you like the music, do you, do you like the music Hey you ruined my record man I just bought it" |
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from Skee-Lo - I Wish (1997)
Crenshaw on Sunday night
(Skee-Lo) Drinkin up my friends me and Funke Trend Check the scenery but I'll be steppin on the scene All the queens get de-fiendin me They be fiendin me when I'm leanin in my route When I get the Jefferson and I'm bustin at you and I'm rollin down the other side On my eyes is the locs freaks all around They' be tryin to be down because I'm Skee-Lo yo It's all good though I'm exbo I'm coastin Gangster's hittin switches breakin corners three wheel motions And I'm hopin to pull a fly honey lookin cute Spittin game what's your name? You look cute in your daisy dukes Who me I'm Skee, I rap and produce Pull over I wanna know you and my crew wants to know your crew Now how them cheeks fit in the seat of that Jeep See this is type of freak that could be cool for me I like her style she like my style I make her smile she think I'm funny Won't front it be pump rollin Crenshaw on Sunday (Chorus) Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five (Funke) It's only crackin on Sunday nights fools don't be out jackin They be out mackin lookin for action and satisfaction And I'll be askin these freaks for they AT&T Well how you doin? You lookin nice hey my name is Funke Yo your show is swollen around your corner You trap and you be in freaks got more cheeks than Gary Coleman So what's your name? (My name is Brenda my friends call me Brend) That's Skee-Lo and Trend yo call your friends and hop on in Let's take a spin bust a mission of exposition You dippin and trippin and now they got the taste of some chicken and waffles A daily special for Funke now since everybody hungry yo I'm bustin a road to Roscoe's Stand with women that stack with Toni Brax Brothers left they straps and gats at the pack The just askin for some Jimmy hats so they can tax But I'ma max and relax and enjoy my bomb day Crenshaw on Sundays (Chorus) Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five (Trend) Bumper to bumper people frontin Crenshaw fun And do flossin on slossin cars parkin music bumpin Nobody dumpin nobody startin nothin We just kickin it and getting digits On one time be givin tickets But I'm straight with up to date tags on my plates The boulevard is hot from spot to spot watch your block All the homies be comin from Long Beach, Compton and Wash This song is props and all the cops can do is watch It's two 'o' clock am and we still at the parkin lot Coverin freaks with the camera it's like the freak net in the Atlanta Georgia, with more hoes than Santa told ya West Coast will be havin more hoochies for ya I wanna know ya That's the type of game that I'm spittin Rollin up and down the strip steady dippin is how I'm livin Ain't no fun if the homies can't come Show ya ride we all packed in the bag at the Shaw on Sunday night (Chorus) Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five Crenshaw on Sunday night Slowin down to forty five |
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from Skee-Lo - I Wish (1997)
(Skee-Lo)
Yeah, this is not the diddy cause the diddy's dum, dum Now I'm checkin out the sounds of the phat jazz drum The horns and the samples with the bass and the boom When added all together it's a phat jazz tune Listen examine this carefully you can even dance to the beat Or chill and have a seat or choke of the smoke of a cactus tree As I'm steady pumpin sounds out my NBC With the natural ability to make you wanna get down And maybe slap five to everyone around So pass me a drink stop and let me think About the sounds of the street - The Funkadella Beat So go and get your friends and strap yourselves in For the journey's of your life the saga now begins 3, 2, 1 contact we have lift off right? So I'm about to take flight and this is how it sounds (Skee-Lo) I freak the funk on the microphone check it baby 1, 2 Cause I got the skills and I thought that maybe you knew That I can be chilled and have a good time So when you see me - make sure you throw up your peace signs Recline, let your mind be free Till the break of dawn at a club I'll be So you know to put your dirty hands up in the air And wave em side to side like you just don't care, yeah Sister's in the back with the afro's And the brothers in the corner with the jerboas And if you haters start trouble you know where to go And now you're tuned in to the sounds of the Skee-Lo I take the stage and your aid to another fella emcee Produce tracks is not whack with sounds from my MP 3, 2, 1 contact we have lift off right? And so I'm about to take flight and this is how it sounds (Skee-Lo) Beats they be infinite and phatter than the pork The sounds can be heard from Cali to New York Forget about your troubles forget about your blues Cause jazz is alive so go and spread the news And once the news is heard then others can relate Maybe find the phattest samples from the back of the crates So chill cool with the breeze microphone check one, two to the three Break down doors dance on floors and have your fun Cause the party doesn't stop till the morning comes Yeah, now I can feel the beats so I'ma kick back for a second Have a seat yo and this is how it sounds (Skee-Lo) This is how it sounds Yeah, this is how it sounds |
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from Skee-Lo - I Wish (1997)
(Skee-Lo)
Yeah Skee-Lo in the house Givin shouts out to all the homies out there You know how we do it Six fo's ragged tops, Catalacs This is how it sounds (Skee-Lo) Hey I'm right around the corner from my marriage spot You see my bride isn't here I guess she musta forgot Have you seen her? Walkin about kinda ruff she got afro ?puff? Yo I should call her up See I met her back in high school my school Cause she was kinda fly wanted to be her guy so I gave it a try But why did I look in her eyes? Cause I been around the world with this girl Now I, see her in a corner Hey baby look I'm in the spotlight losin my religion So let me get this off my chest As I unplug my telephone and give it a rest, stress Girls be knockin on my door like please And I be like Aladdin always poof all you need, poof all you need So tell me homies can't you see That if you ever wanna be as fat as me You gots to be a (Chorus) (Skee-Lo) A Big Mac, a BLT Quarter pounder with some cheese Filet of fish a hamburger A cheeseburger a Happy Meal Milkshake, Diet Coke bigger or the smaller size A chicken oriental with salad on the side I'ma a Big Mac, a BLT Quarter pounder with some cheese Filet of fish a hamburger A cheeseburger a Happy Meal Milkshake, Diet Coke bigger or the smaller size A chicken oriental with salad on the side (Skee-Lo) Click, click bang what's my name? How many groupies you know with styles (styles) Look away the criminal mind Ticks tocks with a bust to rock em crazy See wanna play me, wanna smack from your lady I stroll now I got soul I'm too quick for that So I step with that left right left I'm just a hippie your girl she be jockin Three in the morning got the one time knockin So yo y'all best to watch out cause I knock out every opponent For that is in my name and I thought I was on O' Dane Double Jeopardy I take beef for three hundred please How many people would like to join me in this dirty danger? I was a forest ranger but I got fired for blowin stuff up out of anger So yo now tell me homies, homie can't you see If you ever wanna be a fat as Skee You gots to be a (Chorus) (Skee-Lo) A Big Mac, (???) Quarter pounder with some cheese A layer of fish a hamburger A cheeseburger a happy meal Milkshake, diet coke bigger or the smaller size A chicken oriental with salad on the side I'ma A Big Mac, (???) Quarter pounder with some cheese A layer of fish a hamburger A cheeseburger a happy meal Milkshake, diet coke bigger or the smaller size A chicken oriental with salad on the side (Skee-Lo) Right, welcome to L.A. and when in L.A. there is a few tips and pointers that everyone should follow Keep your head straight ahead and er watch your wallet (Skee-Lo) Hey somebody call the cops somebody stole my socks Somebody stole my nomometer Skeeter when I stop and do they prop POP, POP And it won't stop you fools just think I'm fruity Wanna get with one of my cuties wait a minute man I love Lucy And L.A. is my city cause girls I hear are me pretty My number 6219999 wanna call me and get with me? My area code 310 po box and now you know Representin the West Coast whoa! Cause I'ma (Chorus) (Skee-Lo) A Big Mac, (???) Quarter pounder with some cheese A layer of fish a hamburger A cheeseburger a happy meal Milkshake, diet coke bigger or the smaller size A chicken oriental with salad on the side I'ma A Big Mac, (???) Quarter pounder with some cheese A layer of fish a hamburger A cheeseburger a happy meal Milkshake, diet coke bigger or the smaller size A chicken oriental with salad on the side |
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from Skee-Lo - I Wish (1997)
Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E
We're takin' calls on the wish line Making all your wacky wishes come true Hello 1-I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four ---- I wish I was like six-foot-nine So I can get with Leoshi Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine You know I see her all the time Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams I can scheme a way to make her mine Cause I know she's livin phat Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball So how am I gonna compete with that 'Cause when it comes to playing basketball I'm always last to be picked And in some cases never picked at all So I just lean up on the wall Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls Who came to watch their men ball Dag y'all! I never understood that Why the jocks get the fly girls And me I get the hood rats I tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobble Got hit with a bottle And I been in the hospital For talkin' that mess I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name Glad I came to my senses Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type (rpt 1, 1) I wish I had a brand-new car So far, I got this hatchback And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat And do you really wanna know what's really whack See I can't even get a date So, what do you think of that? I heard that prom night is a bomb night With the hood rats you can hold tight But really tho' I 'm a figaro When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday Well then I'ma have to get in my car and go You know I take the 110 until the 105 Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look alive Cause it's hard to survive when your livin' In a concrete jungle and These girls just keep passin' me by She looks fly, she looks fly Makes me say my, my, my (rpt 1, 1) I wish I was a little bit taller... I wish I was a baller... I wish I was a little bit taller y'all I wish I was a baller (3) Hey, I wish I had my way 'Cause everyday would be a Friday You could even speed on the highway I would play ghetto games Name my kids ghetto names Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine Yo you know that's on the real So if you're down on your luck Then you should know just how I feel Cause if you don't want me around See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound Hey, you , what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh? Everybody wants to get down like dat (rpt 1, 1) I wish, I wish, I wish... |
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