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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
[Kyjuan]
This is Cadillac Mack haha ha Seville Appeal Luv rollin the L doggs 9 papers [Verse 1 - Kyjuan] Ayyo I'm laid back and humble, yeah I'm cool wit it Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it Aint no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it Baby girl behind the counter lookin' cool wit She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it She was the type that said I wouldn't know what to do wit it I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it Got her number, she ain't it so I'm through wit it I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it Hold on lil' derrty, for two minutes I think I left my herb man I ain't cool wit it Murph Derrt say he got me now I'm cool wit it I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it Pimpin' already, now I got the juice in it I got the grey Vokal wit the blue in it Loose, new, blue, fitted, I'm so cool wit it [Hook - Kyjuan & (Ali)] Ali, you cool wit it? (Ayyo I'm cool wit it) Well is you cool wit it? (Fo' sho I'm cool wit it) You sure you cool wit it? (Definitely cool wit it) 'K (Kyjuan let me show you really I am) [Moshay] Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it [Verse 2 - Ali] Ayyo Nas was talkin' but I was cool wit it DMX said summin but I was cool wit it KRS was speakin but I was cool wit it And I ain't even gon trip nigga I'm cool wit it We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it Lunatic's for the culture is you cool wit it? If sauce, stand up yell out yep I'm cool wit it Yo mo Leezy Nell, I'm done come act a fool wit it [Verse 3 - Nelly] I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it I said damn it's kinda early but I'm cool wit it I had a message on my celly I'm like who did it? Turns out, it was this chick I'd like to 'ooh' wit it Now I'm tryin' to figure out if I'ma fool wit it She used to be the cheerrleader type, school spirrit You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn't get it Or maybe they had the game they just didn't spit it Or they won't admit it, cuz they carry too much pride in it I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it Hide in it, might flight glide in it You know I did it, cuz I'm cool wit it A lot of niggaz talkin' shit but I'm cool wit it Walk in a party, lotta gawkin' but I'm cool wit it Look outside, see what I'm parkin? you can't fool wit it [Nelly] Not at all You can't fool wit none of that young mate Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior A-HA! slide on young playa Just be cool wit yo losses A-HA! Pimp Juice [Hook - Nelly & (Murphy Lee)] Yo Murph, you cool wit it? (Yeah man I'm cool wit it) But is you cool wit it? (Yeah derrty I'm cool wit it) You sure you really cool wit it? (Yeah man I'm cool wit it Pimp Juice let me show you really I am) [Moshay] Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it [Verse 4 - Murphy Lee] Look, Look I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it 'Cause she work and go to school so I'm cool wit it My granny don't like rap but she cool wit it 'Cause as long as I got a job then she cool wit it To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it Told me boy don't blow yo money and be cool wit it So in other words derrty don't be a fool wit it He said don't wind up in the motherfuckin news wit it And help the family when you can and they cool wit it Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it I'm Murph Dert mu'fucka I'm so cool wit it I send raps on ice cause I'm cool wit it And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it Pull up in the yellow Benz thing cuz I'm cool wit it [Hook - St. Lunatics] [M] Nelly you cool wit it [N] Ali you cool wit it? [A] Kyjuan's cool wit it [K] Murphy cool wit it [M] City Spud cool wit it [K] And Slo cool too [M] Party people Lemme show you how really cool we am [Moshay] Sooooo Oh oh oooh Wit it, wit it [Murphy Lee] Ay Slo you cool wit it?.. Ay Spud you cool wit it?.. Haha Ay Coach you cool wit it?... [Saxophone solo] |
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from Murphy Lee - Murphy’S Law (2003)
Yea
Nice cold glass With a nice bottle of OVL And you better be feelin my shit man Now now Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme got shit Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme got shit Cause you beg too much Gimme gimme (Nelly) I'm automatical emphatical radical Even I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit you believe in I'm leavin nothin to the imagination I wanna earn my emancipation proclamation through the radio stations Facin me ain't that hard but it ain't that easy I like the girl that win to play hard, and win to play easy Believe me George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast I'm laughin everybody can't tell if I'm first or last It won't hurt your ass but it might hurt yo ass They gon trip and find Dirty got the perfect stash The perfect gat, liftin your ass thought I would run Laughin at them niggas thought that Dirty was done I'm a son of a G I'm not a son of a bitch I'm makin sure that my son and my sons gon be rich Makin daughters and my daughters in no particular order I leave em layin up out the water with straps to protect their borders (Chorus) I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?) Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha mean man) You all that and a bag of chips And I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's all I need some Kool-Aid (Whaaaaaaaat?) Wit my Red hot riplets (tell em what ya tell em whatcha mean man) You all that and a bag of chips And I just wanna know if me and you can dip that's all Baby girl, you sweeter then Kool-Aid, the red flavor Ooh thats my favorite Yea I know my game is major She gave me her card, she said I can page her I was gonna wait a couple days but I did her a favor I call her now Invite myself, awake the neighbors, be loud Swoop in like the caped crusader (du duh du duh!) Without the cape without the tights Her baby daddy was the type that had a truck like mine No beast rims no dual pipes Of course that, I loved her apple bottom short set She got upset, I said she couldn't find for cigarettes (why not?) Small brat And used to cast with short stacks If she asked me for somethin Drop her off where the porch at I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition Beat steady beatin, tweeters steady whistlin See seen my glisten she started to trip Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips -Chorus- (Murphy Lee) Listen I want some moonshine nigga I'm in Cali and Cancun No goin out I like to stay in my damn room (Daaamn!) She got a donkey oh this must be a damn zoo (Ooooooh!) Look at the monkey oh she must be a baboon Please don't feed me momma I'm like an animal Especially after twelve can you handle my stamina? You won't believe the things I said when you walked by My ganka wit is on but its high when I talk high Now ought I take you home but am I wrong I'm a kid ma you know I don't wanna be on my lone Plus I felt something now when we was dancin on that song I like togetherness can we all get along Can we all get in my car and talk about it in the morn And make decisions when we wake up and yawn Come on you can tell me if you like it or not Cause I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my Riplets red hot -Chorus- Yo yo The mother fuckers just too damn hot Nigga like we buyin a window Cost a good line and even get shot to find a Endo Bein Red Hot Riplets promotin passin out snippets And you walkin with the triplets out clubbin lookin terrific I need some Kool-Aid Shit I got to get it win it Put my spoon up in ya bitch and see if ya fit up in it (Damn) Spoke for a second (Damn) told her our record Told the groupie connection Got them womens all will get naked So the Lunatics Told her how I reflect it Let me show you from the Show-Me no talk for sure respect it And you're red hot but not to say your head not It's the rap Fred Flintstone, makin the bed rock Give it to you never bellin ya Handle bizness I'm tellin ya If you ever need me again I be through then I'ma see ya girl And I'ma store your number under Red Hot Riplets and Kool-Aid |
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from Coach Carter (코치 카터) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2005)
And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind
With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind So I take a look around at the coach I'm saying, "Put me in coach, I'm ready to go And I don't care if the game on the line Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, it's time" Now when the game is on the line, I'm ready for competition It don't take no coach permission, I'll always play my position I'm a leader but I listen they tell me the time is ticking But I still ain't gonna let them see me sweat, no And when your palms all sweaty, hear your stomach butterflyish If you miss it, you're a loser, if you make it, you're the fliest Pedals to be the highest but always remain humble As long as you walking up you can stumble If you want to be a doctor or a lawyer, long as you not on the corner Long as them grades is good, you can do what the fuck you want ta I ain't trying to be a bitch nor your mother or father If you don't give a fuck then why the fuck would I even bother, man And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind So I take a look around at the coach I'm saying, "Put me in coach, I'm ready to go And I don't care if the game on the line Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, it's time" I can dribble pass your team, I drive through traffic And when the dunk now your school, need to buy new basket You foul me, you know it's on so why you asking I'll bounce in the stands like you buy new classic On the court focus still sneak a peak at your ho And the crowd to the beat sneak a squeak on the floor To get me at your college, you'd best pay me Give me a car and help me cheat on my SAT Steal class in the bathroom and roll up a blunt Shoot dice at lunch and won't show up for practice Me and Jordan got the same kind of hang time I'm gonna get drunk and fucked up but still ready come game-time And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind So I take a look around at the coach I'm saying, "Put me in coach, I'm ready to go And I don't care if the game on the line Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, 'cuz it's time" 'Cuz I'm a coach, not a playa, they tell y'all no, they tell me yeah The rhyme say I make 3 point shots look like layups I pick and roll wit whoever, you see these letters on my jersey So you know who's betta I started 5 as cobra, take a look at it Murph throw the ball through his legs And back wit it like hot sauce did it Big Lee's our center bro', he throw the ball as hella-hard I'm a point like a guard and my range is hella-far Slo's mascot never playing hard, him and J.B. to a betta car Betta car, who betta car? Him and J.B. to a betta car So put me in coach, so put me in coach I am so fly that you gotta put me in coach And the game's on the line we don't want to be behind With 2 minutes 40 seconds to go And it's startin' to decline, I'm steady losin' my mind So I take a look around at the coach I'm saying, "Put me in coach, I'm ready to go And I don't care if the game on the line Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, it's time" |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
You came to the appointment, a little tiny space Candles lit, and burning incense We chilled on the futon smoking ganja 'til dawn Hmm, me and you, I'm feelin the vibes - baby it's on You showin yo' mind, I'm showin you mine We discussin supreme mathematics and takin our time Reading me with your third eye Baby no worry, I'm an educated dime See you touchin me, and I'm diggin it actin shy Full of smiles, we can't help it, but why? Through our eye contact our mindsets intensify Fantasizing what's under that Vokal and you between my thighs See, you want studio time, in and outta town doin shows I'm studying to be a doctor for a future, who knows? Listening to Dead Prez rap about "Gettin Free" and becoming intellectually wealthy Me and you discussing how to eat healthy All this seems to be a dream This young intelligent talented king sittin next to me Caressing my mouth with his lips Timing's right; oooh, I'm diggin this friendship By the way Boo, whatever you do Keep it St. Louis |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I (The best out there dirty) For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out right here, we the Lunatics, no doubt We gon'...., they wildin, they don't know [Kyjuan] Ay yo St. Louis is small but we still do it all We hit the mall, we drink it all, we always gon' smoke it all Get hit, we shake it off, at the club yellin "take it off" My success is takin off, I'm always workin, never takin off I done that, did that, who her? I dont hit that Cats be trippin off them rats, I ain't really with that Makes me wanna sit back, I relax and think back To when I used to click-clack, makes me angry when I flash back Mo, you should get back, I mean this, hang with the meanest Remain the cleanest, always smoke the seedless greenest You've seen this like reruns, pop-a-lock like reruns St. Louis where we from, you ain't never heard a weak one [Ali] You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches, whatever Get in our way, destroy ya, make you wish you had never, ever Fucked with the real crazy, pyscho sick ??? lady Sunnin so nut and shady, kid pass me the three-eighty By my sack, cock and load it, this world I'm a rock and roll it My business, you shouldn't a told it, to end I'm a forty-four They switch guns and they go for show it, your pupils is dialating This rap is so beautiful watch The Source give it higher ratings The 'tics j-just can't be faded, to nothin that's star related More than just duplicated, Kenjuana's to celebrated Got damnit we finally made it, haters they gotta hate it Bought my house off and finally paid it, often intoxicated Just call me the Don-dotta, original rider, rider Your mama just gotta, gotta, take her home and here "splatter, splatter" Splatter, splatter, I'm from St. Louuuuuuuiiiiiie [(Chorus - St. Lunatics) 2x] S-T-L is where we stay, in the middle, no coast Lyrics boastin with flight, what up hoe, I'm just your neighbor, what up St. Louis' finest, keep a cover like Linus Stop your ass up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your lesson, we blessin [Murphy Lee] Now you can find Murphy in a Jag, on a commercial When at home in St. Louis, yo I's a *walkin* like Herschell I be like (oh, oh, oh) Wit' a pocket full of bus tickets, lookin at booties thinkin I must hit it (EI!) Why must I live like that, what you expect? Young dude done paid bills with them advancement checks Honeys screamin they want more than sex, I'm like "why me?" ??? take that Lex to like me I be the young dude, Mr. drop a top a bubble Benny whipper (What else nigga?) A weed head slash Henny sipper No I'm not ballin I'm tryna' get it how I live and how I live is how I get that shit I'm like nine-nine-nine-na-nine-nine-na-nine short of a mil ticket! (Chachi'll take it) and say that Bill did it But I'm a be real for real and deal wit' it And get mine in the summertime like Will did [Nelly] What you thought I was gonna do, bitch and scream, fuck my dreams? Walk off the team like Rodman? Move the scene, nigga what you mean, not now playa I'm swabbin I put four silver dollars up on a white castle out in ?? Get them things out and cock 'em, anything bubble I'm poppin Anything stumble, I'm droppin, whatever you rollin, I'm toppin And it's fully loaded, I'm coppin, wheww No more slang rocks, I rock rocks, you duck cops, I cop drops You buy cock, I buy stock, touch mine, you are not I'm Rocafella with *hard knocks*, dome shots 'til I get popped Used to ball on the blacktop now I balls on hardwood With enough finance stability to finance a small hood Call it Nellyville nigga, and guess who the mayor My whole towns chronic'd out so we ?? ?? I'm playin truth or dare with dime pieces, and they nieces Showin me there's more than one way that they can eat a Reeses Can I repeat this, man, you niggas need to see this [Chorus |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Ali]
St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin God over satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin This new life, off the block buyin stock Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski DC to France, finance is too advanced Wit' plans to 'cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!" I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted [(Chorus - Ali) 2x] I'm like okaaaay, niggas brought they cars out Thick broads out, all the stars out We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin "What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?" [Murphy Lee] Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go 'Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo' Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?" I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a star 'Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come One out of five reasons why they hatin on us Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off [Chorus] [Kyjuan] Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll (What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?) When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav' Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf My whole staff love to laugh and count the money On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy I love smoke ganj? Monday to Monday And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play It's ok, since all the dogs out All my broads out, doin they bump they ?? out And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle [Chorus] I'm like okaaaay |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Chorus: repeat 2X]
I am the king of the city, top down windows I'm Puffin like Diddy Ridin cause the haters face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin pretty [Nelly] Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas Mo you will never have woman, yeah as long as I'm the dealer What you feelin (uh) you sure you want some Brought my slums, cats play like rums Money in large sums, navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons Ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare) What I hear most is no, no You best get on your mark, get set, go, go Like Jagged Edge Ieave ya more Def than So So Type of person continue short sit in the front row Get your hands out my pocket You don't want just blow, blow The only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe They be like oh, oh It's what they screamin from the back Hey timber, is when I hit 'em wit the axe Put ya gun away And you might live to see another day Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele [Chorus - 2X] so now you got a Range (boy I been had wheels) Aiyyo you think you gotta little change (yeah my dirties love me too) I remember you use to shoot that thang (ya never knew me) Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh) [Keyuan] Yo, when I rock Vokal its either Timb's or Nikes When I step in my Prada I'ma rock the ice When the 'Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes Runinn two P's of L.G, flip it twice Hang round with cats who bust and they don't think twice Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights Hoping everything gonna be aight [Murphy Lee] St. Lunatics at the Superbowl Top row gettin super blowed Rams on the 24 second down two to go Now we in the Louie tho It's two below hundred degrees I'm drivin about 103 With a S.T.L hat on Top down holdin a blunt You know I'm smokin wit the windows up I be the young dude Chief with kung-fu, with sun-do Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to How come you, think you can I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might sink you man I'm getting brains in the Range With the brains blown out With TV's, the wood grain and them thangs chromed out [Chorus - 2X] [Big Lee (Ali)] It's like a hot day in July Just bangin when I fool guys It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high On the hills on the lane 64 Chevy the brains Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome How you doin mama my name is Lee I be the fabulous M.C you heard of St. Lunatics word up I'm like "OK", all the sun out Ice down but I still pull a gun out Feel that, bow down It's real rap, verbally peelin when i stomp da map Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake If I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} it's Vietnam You see it wrong, so I'ma gone leave you alone Put my mind back on, who I'ma bone and take home Got mine, get cha own - grab a cell call Big Tone Need some Air Max cuz dem boys bobbin like stone, and a... [Chorus - 2X] [Cedric the Entertainer] Ya ready for this, it's Ced let-me-entertain-ya Wassup, representing on wax Talkin on record like P-Diddy I'm just here hollaring for The Kings of Comedy You know too sharp Steve Harvey, Bernie B. Mac Keepin it on the D.L Hugley [Chorus till end |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Check Me and Sonny in the Escalade, TV where yo' head lay Uptown, Harlem World, seein ??? With some bran-bran, got a jaw hit ??? Hun'ned G's for the suit, the hood like "oh man" Bendin corna's, twenty-two's, no dubbin, (crrrrrrrrrrrr) That's what you hear 'cause that shit be rubbin I gotta fix that, ooh, damn, who is that? Dark skin, five-ten, twist, and kinda thick Pull this bitch over, so I can do what I do Get digits, call later, and teach you about you Mami giggle and smile, said she diggin my style Country boy, rugged for life, never come off foul Ahhh, put you on a team with me First class to the Bahamas, the scenery When I walked off, she called me back on the scene Like "who the St. Lunatics and what them double 'Bs' mean?" [Chorus] The double 'B' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom Lunatic bass and beats, catch ya shakin the room So what, what, bomp, bomp What, what, this shit bomp The double 'B' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom Lunatic bass and beats, catch ya shakin the room So what, what, bomp, bomp What, what, this shit bomp I got a size double D waitin at the double tree for me Ecstasy pills, Crissy and them Swisher Sweets With enough dough, to make a cake from scratch We the best, do the knowledge niggas, face the facts (I said that) Draped in black in the back, with that, thing that go, chhchh-pat Indeed, truck so big we gotta pull over to pass the weed, it's a tragedy How my neck, shine in the moonlight Give me one chance to show that ass what ya man ain't doin right It's a hundred percent chance mami, what Leave with me I'm in them pants mami Cotton soft, put it in first and jetted off Pumpin it loud so she can hear Jay-E floss While we got it warm, bitches is startin to swarm Lunatic be the chain, double 'B' be the charm [Chorus] Took a limo to the airport, got a show down south Club one-twelve, showin 'em what that L about Holla at my nigga Ray-Ray Drop the top in four, hit the switch, we bumpin "Dre Day" Hey, hey, hey, what can I say? Hit the liquor store for blunts, gin and O.J. 'Cause I just bought a half, Chico dropped it off It's sunny, bitches out, and I'm dyin to floss, you don't say Ain't a damn thing that I won't buy I don't lie, money to the sky, shop 'til I die 'Cause you know I got the greenery Five G's in the mall ain't a thing to me I do that, in a minute, gave my wife the Infinite Dubbed it up, fuck ballin, nigga, I'm winnin the pennet Now that we in it, you know that we gon' do it for sure Before we go let me tell you one thing that you should know [Chorus] The double 'B' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
It's a Midwest thang y'all And ain't got a clue (Ain't got a clue) Why my Cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest Swang y'all Ain't gotta trip (Ain't gotta trip) While we swing and dip (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Cuz we do big thangs On the motherfuckin' hip [Verse 1 - Nelly] What you think, we live on a farm? Nigga, be for real We got Benz's, Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's Got a green S Class, ain't broke the do' seal Shit ain't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mil Five and countin', dirty six at will Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9 I hear'em cryin', "You gon' sell out" Ya damn right, I done sold out before And re-caught the same night Straight hopped the next flight Too Icey for sunlight Dunkin' without Sprite, yea you heard me dirty I'm from the Show-Me State Show me seven I'll show you eight Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans Representin' St. Louis everytime I breathe In the city I touch down, and I bob and weave, ay [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Murphy Lee] I sport my beeper on my boots That's why I be a buzz when I kick Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit I'm the Pookey of the backyard All colors and all types like a junkyard High young boy with high young ways Cuz I connect three blunts and be high for three days You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr (here) Probably couldn't tell cuz I ain't walkin' nowhurr (nowhere) I got a old-school Cutlass, with a hole in the urr (air) TV's urrwhurr (everywhere) wood grain to sturr (stare) I don't curr (care), hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hurr (hair) 10 and a half in the Airforce Ones, give me two purr (pair) ugh I'm from the Lou and what I do is a Lou thang One rapper, two rings and three chains [Verse 3 - Kyjuan] Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V12 horses Saddle up and put spurs on my Airforce's Back porches made for hide and go seek We got space out here, we can ride and cheif Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us By the time they catchin' up, we smokin' up And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark St. Louis sportin' the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle Love homies *Vokal* coats with matchin' cargos We racin' down Sninker, see how fast a car go Granny be like "Ay, ya ya" like Ricky Ricardo I know you wanna know why we do what we do You cats ain't got a clue why the Cutlass blue Brand new 22's on new UP's With one, two, three, four, five TV's [Chorus] [Verse 4 [Big Lee A.K.A. Ali)] I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good line Wish I would find, one seed in my weed Sticks and shit, if I do somebody bleed Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen Two stay hittin some blunts and Heineken Hidin' in the back with the po' po' Stickin' my do'do', man they some ho' hooo's They put the gun to my earr You know the law don't fear Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clearr They had me face down in the skreet (street) Errbody (everybody) watchin', thinkin' Ima pull the heat And leave the D-tects with a leak in the skreet (street) And that - pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm back on my granny poche (porch) hustlin' [Chorus til fade out |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandals Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!" [Nelly] Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only rubbers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, "I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit" "Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick" Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em "go'on" [Chorus] Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won [Kyjuan] Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin "Keyjuan-na-na" On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-?? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique like a blue cardinal bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik "tonite is the night" [Murphy Lee] Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin [Chorus 2x] |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot more, drop it like over herr baby girl, uh [Chorus - Nelly] Let me in now, there it go I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom Let me in now, there it go I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom Let me in now, there it go I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom Let me in now, there it go I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom [Ali] Let me in ma', so I can hit it Make you wanna leave wit' it, take you home and sleep wit' it Tell your friends that we did it in the back of the Coupe With your back on the sunroof holla'in out "whoop-de-whoop" You be like "girl, he put in work, hit it all night He rocked my world, came out that skirt, soon as I hit that door He thorough, while you twerk, so much Mo' and Cris' I urled all on my skirt We still kicked it," (let me in know) You ain't heard, that playa bad St. Louis nigga to the end, with a fo'-fo' mag And 'til them 'tic niggas kick in, let a fire bag The party just would not begin, 'til you shake that ass, now shake that ass I'm like, uh, "whoa hossie" and that ass ain't playin I'm a teach it to go varsity in a passin Ram Marry me and, divorce me and get my cash advance Your best bet's to deep throat me as fast as you can, I'm like [Chorus] [Murphy Lee] Ay yo, I'm Murphy Lee the ashtray, I touch butts all day Treat me like a toilet, you can sit on me And let your knees touch your nostrils Show me that big ol' brown booty hole, let me record it like a studio You can go and get your crew, girl, like Freddy Huh, you Raw like Eddie, call me Murphy if you ready Ready for whatever, Strictly Business like Halle Berry When I'm with you like Tony Terry, say my name more times than Bloody Mary Kinda scary gettin more head for stones than cemetaries MO Town done ran through more halls than Barry At school, in the Hall gettin busy like Arsenio I'm a rat trap like club Casino [Keyjuan] Ay yo, it's on fo' sho', low-cut Capris so her thongs could sho' She probably got a man, but I've been wrong befo' All I know is that she make her knees touch her elbows just to get in a show I'm startin to think, this how it's supposed to go Get blowed before we go where we supposed to go Workin since ninety-fo', I'm supposed to blow Blow on the dice, before I roll a ten-to-fo' Rollin Mo-Mos, Optimos, they burn slow Rollin fo'-do's, sippin Mo' with fo' hoes I'm a two-triple-0, U-City, gigalo Duece Duece Bigalow, love a man, Joe Blow And you should pay me, I'm Super like Nintendo Make your hands touch the flo', your knees don't bend tho' In the Benzo, tinted windows, if the bounce is right, the ounce is right Meet me at my house tonight [Chorus] [Nelly] Now baby girl got a rump on 'er, fo'-do' and a trunk on 'er Low miles, no dents, title readin "one owner" Some are wanna-be baller, baby daddies that don't want 'er He ain't trippin 'til he see another nigga get on her But she a good girl, actin bad when she need be I wish you would girl, hit me so often she beep me On some "Nelly, come meet me, it's the first lady My president is out the country I need the VP" I'm in the White House, butt-naked and iced out Turn the lights out, and I'm turnin your wife out Same chick you jumped the broom with, throwin the rice out Same cat shoppin with rats, throwin the mice out I like 'em clumsy mo', just let everything hit the flo' Not once, not twice, three times, but fo' Each time, makin her knees touchin her elbows I said, each time, lookin at me, yellin she want mo' I'm like, ohh! [Chorus] [Nelly - talking] Baby girl like to shake a lot, huh, baby girl like to shake a lot Huh, baby girl like to, uh, uh, uh, uh Do your thizzle Moet, hah, hah, and do your thizzle Moet Hah, hah, shake it like that for, hah, yeah Three-one-four fo' sho', S-T-L and I connect the do |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Man, I've been thinking What you've been thinking about man? Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million Millions I told you That shit's been crazy Shit's been frucking crazy, I tell ya [Chorus - Ali & Murphy Lee] Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that? Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that? Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot Maaaaaan, this is the life [Murphy Lee] Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me 'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, Murphy perverted And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at? Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up Short so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me I sport the ten, ain't no puntin for me Murphy Lee the school boy's what you want me to be So I'm a be that, for six D-I-G-I-Ts I'm a L-U-N-A-T-I-C, 'bout to B-L-O-W-U-P, c'mon [Chorus] [Kyjuan] Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lot I be's that nigga like Vacant Lot I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot I'm takin a shot before I pull up on the lot It's V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkin Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant They all linin up, all nines and up And I better make my choice, the nights windin enough Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well That's if I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?) My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide right in And I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin I got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends [Chorus] [Nelly] Check it It ain't my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma' No ma', I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma' Slight limp son, you know, to Simpson I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some Call me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb I'm talkin brains in the back of the Range, (been done) I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?" Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin from the vain I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man She must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why?) Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I) "You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same time Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right [Chorus] [talking] Ever since that Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life Man, I don't know, I've been thinking I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go they all know that "down, down, baby" shit Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changing Everybody else around you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that Maybe, maybe... You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day one You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore Everybody wants to be like, you know "fuck him" You know what I'm sayin? (both) Maaaan, this is the life |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
...coming around here with their rims and Tims and shit Get the fuck out of my neighborhood! (hahahah) Fucking eighteen, fucking schoolboy Freaking 'tics man, I'm sick of them, they keep playin that song They're stupid! [Chorus - Murphy Lee] I said you don't wanna roll where I could go Hard times, Hennessy and Optimos Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors 'Cause these groupies and these haters are scan-da-lous [Murphy Lee] Ay yo, I'm Chachee the Navihater Fuck shoes, I want the whole fuckin alligator Murphy rather put the shoes on a Navigator Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player Been a player since Freeze Pops, nigga, Now 'N Laters I used to be well connected like an operator I used to rub on some of the teachers and administrators Woulda' hit it, but yo, I'm not a good cooperator That's why the, that's why the people wanna get me for pollutin the sky Factory full a bud got the whole city high St. Louis peoples can't cooperate without (without) St. Louis po-pos wanna stop me but I doubt (I doubt) [(Chorus) 2x] Ay yo, I happen to be, I happen to be the Young Dude With the hook up like Black and Blue My milky flow's cowin these hoes, I make moves True smooth figga, coochie licker, relationshipper Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin thicker By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me Brotha my league's speakin the truth, I'm only eighteen Do the math, killed a pig, chicken and cow My third eye's so versatile it make me smile At myself damnit, I'm in the backfield like Emmit My life is a movie got damnit, give me a Grammy or a meal ticket I ain't picky until I get it, we can still kick it Gimme a minute to handle business, 'cause I'm real wit' it Soon as I'm finished, yo, we can deal wit' it Bill wit' it, Lunatic skills to make a mil' wit' it (Wheewwww), we ain't black, we original The deal is y'all don't see it's all biblical [(Chorus) 2x] St. Lunatics did it all From highschool ball to feelin booties in the hall Skip school, buyin Nikes, twenty deep up in the mall Me and my dogs, found a road to make it flow Got money to go, fuck somethin, we want it all Done worked to hard to see it fall Seven years to get our name on the wall, Cuda called That did it all, 'cause we cool now, pockets grab for now I'm like Jordan in ninety-five, no Bull now Promotional tours now, funky like sewers now Six-hundred with duals now, like tractors got pull now We in a good situation like Phil and Shaq On our way up the hill like Jill and Jack [(Chorus) 2x |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Tonight's the night, tonight's the niiiiiiigggght Girl you lookin so fly, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Said I wanna get it on, mmhmmm Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Girl you lookin sooooo fly, do, do, do, dooo Said I wanna get it on [Ali - talking] U-City, uh, uh, Brian McKnight, Lunatics, groovin, groovin, groovin tonight Ha ha, yeah, what you think about that nigga? Hah, hah, what you think about that nigga? Ladies [Ali] Now you could search the whole globe but couldn't replace me You skurred (scared) then face me, you don't wanna race me Fendi fur, Cartier glasses for the blur I'm a do it for me and let you do it for her I got a real bad habit when I wanna grab it So many karats in the ring I'm half man, half rabbit Bitches be like "ahh man" when they see me with Cardan Puffin on the green, discussin a war plan I used to have rock, now it's stocked with a labtop Fat pot, a six-four with the ass dropped With a dime daughter, dabbed in Estee Lauder I want the new Tims so from the crib I made an order So fuck your bitch nigga, what I wanna take? Plus she been on my nuts since thumps and pencil breaks 'Cause I'm a nigga with the hoe, a nigga with the flow Fo' Reel nigga, pissy drunk in the Rov' [Chorus - Brian McKnight] Fellas, we can get it on Maybe even party 'til the break of dawn (break of dawn) 'Cause the ladies are groovin tonight (the ladies are groovin tonight) To the ladies lookin fly (looking fly) If you wanna ride them hold on tight (hold on tight) 'Cause the fellas are groovin tonight (tonight's the night) [Nelly] "Skuuuuuiieeee" baby girl, you hear me callin you? Now I ain't hawkin you, just wanna walk with you Talk with you for a second, spit a little somethin in that err (ear) Whatever it takes to make you come nerr (near) I'm tryna' sound sincerr (sincere), ay Baby talkin to me but I'm starin at her rerr (rear) and I'm like "oh derr (dear)" I ain't never seen nathen like you before And you the type to make a nigga wanna open your door And to the house up on the hill and the jagged shore As long as you can prove that you wit' a nigga for sure You know I'm young and a thug, so I got issues I did them St. Louis blues, I done paid them dues, ay But nevermind that, how 'bout we hop the next cruise We can cash it or plastic, you choose Get pissed out with the Cristal or the Boones Get ya Xed out, leave ya stretched out in the room, my doom [Chorus] [City Spud (talking)] Keep it movin, keep it movin, I keep it groovin, huh Keep it movin, keep it movin, keep it groovin, huh I keep it, movin, keep it groovin huh, uh, uh, uh Yo, baby girl you lookin fly in yo' Donna K Hopin I could give you some love in the right way But I don't wanna give you the wrong impression I keep it mellow, sayin hello You still thinkin I'm a thug fellow So I let you know from the get-go you thorough You a cutie with thighs and you live for the nero But, me and my team drop, shit overseas Then bounce wit' the ounce that's thick and Japenese I'm a goodfella, you know, I'm a made man Got 'em winin like spoiled babies in play pens Put that ass up baby and I hit it from here Now lick your tongue out lady and I put it in here Let me whip that, lick that, and I don't stop Then hit the block with my niggas in, my new drop Convertable, tens and dubs, no matter the weather One-sixty on the dash, chinky eyes and leather, c'mon [Chorus] [Brian McKnight] Paaaarrrtttyyyy, party, hey, hey, hey Allll daaaaayyy, all day, yeah Neevvvvvveeerrr stop, never stop, don't wanna stop no, no babe Neevvvvvveeerrr stop, don't stop, don't stop Baby girl! [(Chorus) 4x |
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If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh I ain't ballin out here, no, I ain't playin no games I got a new name for niggas with change, jang a lang [Trina] Make way for the new breed bitch of this millennium Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? 'Cause I'm offendin 'em Rocks nothin but Cavada shit, I'm the baddest The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your vein Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed One name like the highest breed, papi cap?he? One drove home from Italy, is y'all feelin me? Be a mistress to none, but all good to some Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds And some fish are coppin flights for me to Reno I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin with the real deal Hold still, let this lady let loose Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece [Chorus] [Murphy Lee] Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey Old school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy" Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL, with the sleeve off On my way to drop a few G's off Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right I'm doin thirty now, riskin my life Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies Young Dude be floatin the city like cab drivers Professional but still keep it real like Allen Iverson I'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis Been on more MTV shows than Butthead and Beavis Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and Slo Down, huh We almost had to buy up the town It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me [Chorus] [Keyjuan] Ay, you know where my change comes from, I spits fire You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'em Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em? While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time "No more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my punch line I'm hungry like a hobo standin in lunch lines Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and Claud I know niggas that make they money then pay they broads I'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause (Ay, where yo' Range at?) It's outside you wanna clean it? (Ay, where yo' name at?) It's in The Source, you ain't seen it? (Ay, where yo' change at?) You can't tell dirty, I'm sparklin? Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it [Chrorus |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
(Chorus - Nelly) 2x)
Real niggas ride wit' us You haters gotta ride the bus Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust Gettin head in the back of the bus Real niggas ride wit' us (and dime ladies) You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy) Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust the fair is on us (Kyjuan) Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of Mississippi I slang thangs, make bread, easy like Jiffy Call me a cool nigga or a Mr. refriger' Kids ask me ("Mr. can you get crunk and jiggy?") I reply quickly, bottle of Andres or Crissy Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy I wake up with two dimes, both named Nikki I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all city Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty You gon' make me go back into my days of U-City Cornrows, penny bros and new Dickies Ahh shit, when situation looks shitty I got that thang with me, plus I Puff like Diddy You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the Range with me (Ali) Check, check No picture me rollin, Optimo, glocka four-four Four-do' Range Rov', mink with matchin Kangol Whole hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em Not, you see the watch, Rollie or G-shot You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the knock I need not speak on that, I speak on Zack And how he better fix my shit or give my eight G's back Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the public Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you ever saw out Son break the jar out, twist the muskie Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then crush me Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me 'Cause only.... (Chorus) (Nelly) I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a cell (Duracell) Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a mil' Fuck that Cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel I'm smokin twenty inches of Parelli, wha, up off the wheel I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's still read "twelve" Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some shit Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed Me, got they miss, I done, caught they wrist And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this?" (yours Nelly) Tell 'em one more time just in case he forgets I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye Comin be like I, ay, EI, ready the guy Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin "EI!" Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none (Murphy Lee) You shoulda' seen this ladie's face when I walked in the bank I'm the school boy, I'm Hollywood, smellin like dank Lookin like I don't know left from right Holdin a check, got the whole front desk like "Murphy's set for life!" I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em Drivin eighty in the rainiest Rov', TV's in 'em I'm St. Lou, plus true to the arch equals I'm real I'm Hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil' I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself In a category with T-Boz, I'm feelin myself It gets no better, Slo says it gotta get better Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs (Lunatics like) And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight) We smokin 'til our brain gon' bust Gettin head in the back of the truck, City what up I'm like only.... (Chorus) 2x) |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah you know i'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho' Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already And you know Leezy on his way we gonna be out there in a minute But what's goin on with you though? Cause I hope you ain't frontin Cause it's too late at night for that y'know? Nah no doubt though aight? (here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl! (all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh [Nelly] You know I, spend hot shit when need be Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?) If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?) Cocky bowlegged long hairr and Fendi That ain't nuttin - how bout her twin sister Mindy I spit game like that, I get brains like that Butter-soft leather seats, it came like that If sex was football, I'd be a runningback I can only get low and I never fumble Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone So if it's on it's on, shit I'm takin you home I got my own doghouse, own thrown, own bone She like my bizza, my bad, lil' dawg You Lunatics - and that's what I be sayin bout y'all Hell, not an M.D. but I'm always on call And I got a stick for ya guaranteed not to stall So [Chorus] (here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl! (all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh, cause we be Vokal'd down from the sky to the ground Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up! Hey! (here.. we.. come..) Full countdown, from the sky to the ground Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound (all ov-er.. you..) Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up [Nelly] I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight Is this the end? Damn right I, turn out like Ike Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low Peepin that demo oh +I+ can tell that you a pro Swore up and down you never did this before.. Whatever just go slow Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes The type they ready to fight cause I'm the one they women like He think he tight, he think he got more game then spike lee Running through his veins like an IV, highspeed Tightest nigga for five G's of Al D. Better catch me now while my price is low Demandin five digits when the Lunatics blow Another zero for a show, just to let you niggaz know, now what? [Chorus] [Nelly] You see me and my niggaz only come out on the weekends Cause the weekdays too busy creepin Freakin, wit yo' rat, now picture that When she with you she not speakin, but she weaken Lettin me know, that she really been thinkin about a nigga (oooh) even when I'm not wit her I'm frosty all year while you only in the winter My pockets gettin fatter, your pockets gettin thinner I ain't baptized so you callin me a sinner Overpaid, 29, callin me a young tenor Nelly stop don't leave, don't stop when I'm in her She Ready for whatever and I ain't even bought her dinner I, started the game on the bench with splinters (uhh) Beggin your coach let you play for a minute The last seconds of the game you still waitin to enter I aint gotta hear the buzzer boy I know who the winner, come on [Chorus] [repeated until the end] Here we come y'all, here we come |
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from St. Lunatics - Free City / Explicit Version (2001)
You know I loved you right I never, I never knew girl, you see You know the pain right, you can feel my pain right? Uh, to the gateway, now check it out, yo [Chorus] Ooh, I loved you so But why I loved you, I'll never know Ooh, the pain you put me through You know you've killed, now I lust for you [Cardan] Now since I've came in the game, money and fame, I love it But whoever thought I'd wake up one mornin with no budget It's Cardi the golden kid with that older shit I live, learn, learn to live, the older I get And I remember Thursdays, hungry Thursdays 'Bout sixteen, seventee, um, Murphy age But this rap game I love it, it's like I'm married to it I proposed on Clue?, she said I'd be happy to do it Gave her a kiss, mmmwwhha, she gave me fifty G's Silly Cardi I spent it, now Cardi on his knees Now I'm livin reality, a Biggie Smalls theme Askin for one more chance to show her what I really mean She said, you done seen a lotta things baby bro' Even best friends turned and take out videos I got with the 'tics, EI, still no deal 'Til Sugar said "chill baby, everything is Fo' Reel" C'mon [Chorus] [Ali - talking through chorus] Yeah, loved y'all punk ass nigga, showed y'all love Never know that shit How the fuck you gon' drop a group, and the got the number one shit on the radio? Dumb ass nigga, look at us now, Fo' Reel nigga, Fo' Reel [Kyjuan] Nineteen-ninety-six! (hurry up, sign right here), let's sign these papers So we can get these papers and give these hoes the vapors Double-dumb entertainment dropped "Gimme What You Got" Off top, 'tics hot, even sent you a shot (Double-dumb nine sevennnnnnnn!) Didn't want Nelly on it, said his verse didn't fit Some ol' seperatin shit, ten percent ass bitch Whole town love us, no one is above us Treated you, no talent, knowin niggas like brothas No street team, no promotion Just woof tickets, raw fuckin, no lotion One year later you decide to drop an EP At the same time drop us, that confuse me So like a bastard child, we on our own Put out and left alone, y'all wont answer the phone It took a little time, but we got it ourself Five million records later, now y'all askin for wealth (One, two, three, four, five), nigga please [Chorus] [Murphy Lee - talking during chorus] You know what I'm sayin, life is crazy, you know what I'm sayin You got choices in life But bro' when you make 'em, you gotta make 'em and make 'em right And if you ain't makin 'em right it's just crazy You ain't got nobody else to blame, nobody but yourself You know what I'm sayin, mad truth to that [Murphy Lee] Let me pretend that I'm a lawyer and explain the situation Facin three-to-one five across state, humiliation St. Louis set it off, phone calls was long distance (Ay yo, it's four birdies in Houston), c'mon, send some one to get 'em Who would do it for a grand? Eighteen, only thing on our mind was that killer money From Missouri to the T-E-X, A-S Two cats strapped it tight, right up under her chest One-way trip on Southwest but she didn't make it that far Metal detectors went bizarre, one-way trip to the car Your honor, she got a baby that'll drive my granny crazy A long distance lawyer that keep on tellin us "maybe" And we all raise her baby, takin curr (care) of her daily This law shit is crazy, never cease to amaze me It's different from the eighties, ninety-five to lately They givin out time like dogs givin out rabies (Free City) [Chorus |
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from Bad Company [ost] (2002)
[Ali]
Yo, yo, yo, yo [Chorus:] Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out) Do the chickenhead go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out) Do the monastery go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back out and let ya knees bend [Verse: Ali] Somebody move, nobody get hurt This is official, man, only dance flo' experts And party animals and me being a rhyme cannibal Flamable Hannibal while it's bangin' it's understandable Now back to somebody movin' nobody get hurt My intentions on this one is the party wait up fa' sho Now go to work and do the chicken (buh kah) Do the chicken, and once you do it's cookin' Believe me dirty it's kickin' through the door Throwback Vokal valore I see me a do it fresh off tour, head to the floor Take it round, round, chickenhead breakin' it down Created by my town the monastery is found Or the Casino like Nino, I'm that nigga can see low Prob' movin' all black, white, la-latino There will be no extra space to waste Pick up the pace, see your heart rate And if you start to hyperventilate [Chorus] [Verse: Ali] Right now, I hope you wit me I'm a Wizard like Chris Whitney When doin' it law breakin' the people won't come get me First, ladies put ya drink by ya purse Fellas tuck in ya shirt and put in biblical words Sayin', ladies get ya dip right and ya hip right Fellas ya betta find that and get behind that Third, you can do it, shaken or stirred Slow up per word and flap like a bird Fo, do it some mo', five, make sure it's live Six, ladies and fellas here we go now, SWING! Seven, laid back like you lookin' for heaven Let ya body preach like we in church and you the reverend Eight, if you made it this far, dirty you straight If not, you better practice and get it fo' it's too late Nine, is this the time to prepare for the dime? Ten: start all over again! [Chorus] [Verse: Nelly] Yo, who got that, that fire? That fire, I can't lie a' I need that, that fire Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh) Pass me that, that fire That fire, I can't lie a' I'm gon' off, that fire Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh) [Ali] It's like that party feel, 'Cris and Bakardi appeal Fo' real nobody killin', so what, like a naughty wheel Like Pac say, I got mine, gotta get yours Take it lower than ya did before, control the floor You can be county or city, ugly or pretty Don't trust the tig ol' bitties, only do five to fifty Now breathe in, breathe out If ya got it goin' then show me what you about [Chorus] |
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