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[Big Boi]
Yeah So fresh so clean When I step in the booth they scream Like they all tend to cheer (?) Dungeon D-boy here In effect mode like Who's to Love it? so slow motion Like 3 wheels and triple cheeseburgers ATL coastin (say no more!) But the pimp is one of the coolest but I (pay no more) Been known to rock the big blocks and colorful gay toys With the flip-flops, and the silk socks and a Kangol to the tip top I flow hard you drip drop Cleaner than the urine of a two time felons piss test I'm sitting in some Monte Carlo curse right in the headrest White Guts White Wall tires Floor plush It's so fire! Fire meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming that I'm Falling into a world of my own Fire meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming that I'm Falling into a world of my own [Bubba Sparxxx] My own world too White thangs can't complain Bubba on them white guts Custom made ain't a stain 0-2 Z-7-1 on them Mickey T's Standing with ya man wanting me to sign your hickey please I don't need no worries keep ya white guts How I'm riding these days keep me with the right sluts He's just Bubba happen to love the D.F. You in the midst of history Betty take a deep breath Sitting on the tailgate polo to the boxers Bubba is the truth you a homo if it shocks ya Reppin loud and proud with my buddies from Atlanta You trying to live cleaner here's a study and example [Hook] White guts White wall tires Floor plush It's so fire Brains blowed sittin on dubs Come through could never be loved White guts White wall tires Floor plush It's so fire Brains blowed sittin on dubs Come through could never be loved [Gipp] Sitting on 400 wides that's what they love Incense swingin from the mirror that's what they love Six course licked with the glaze that's what they love Drive with the dealership tag that's what they love Hairbone strayed on my shoulder that's what they love The smell of new leather in the cold that's what they love Strawhat V-neck t's that what they love Moonroof open blowing smoke that's what they love Romeo cologne every week that's what they love That's what they love That's what they love Go from 12 to12 Monday to Sunday Take the first two days and sleep like mummies And I'm out [Khujo] Who in the spot you move! Play games with us you lose! Mercy rules beat you make you say he mean as hell But the cutest nigga out the group Gotcha head spinnin like tread on a spool Clean as a fool With them gold shoes oooooh! And I got that pool Make you want to HOLLA! Seen in my impala hear them flow- Masters duals amp tweeters and twos Stay alert on this dirt Don't be no fool I take you to school Shoot you like pool Rep with his I don't do Expenses I dumped you! ?? Outkast, Goodie Mob Dungeon Family I thought you knew [Hook] [Cee-Lo] There's this one in my stable Saville so motherfucking clean It's got a soda shade around the mean green These youngster have never seen It has a signature wood grain steering wheel such as yours But oh my God what are harder are the hard wood floors It's not coincidental all the glass was kept clear Who's worried his or her first shit it's freezing it here The only heat is my piece to make it even at least I'll go to work without even catching a crack in my crease I guess the dubs out there do what they 'posed to do I'll ride 15mph to make a believers out of you I got a lawsuit, pending charge for wreckless blade spinnin I was riding through west end and killed two women UH-OH! [Hook] [Sleepy Brown] C-A-d-I-l-l-A-C you and me will grey so cleanly C-A-d-I-l-l-A-C blowing smoke so high and freely C-A-d-I-l-l-A-C you and me uh Blowing smoke so high and freely |
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Do-do-do
Shoo-bob-shoo-bob do-oo Do-do-do Shoo-bob-shoo-bob do-oo Do-do-do Shoo-bob-shoo-bob do-oo [Chorus] Are you rolling Down the same street that I'm going Up the same stream that I'm folding On the new ride? High is high, low is low Everybody want to go to heaven But nobody wants to die Nobody wants to die Nobody wants to, Do the don'ts Don't what is Colour outside the lines And nobody wants to try Nobody wants to try Nobody wants to [Chorus] I can feel it all over me right now And girl, if you're so good Got me on straight lock-down (down, I can't shake it) It's takin' me, it's spendin' me (I can't shake it) It's makin' me want to be with someone (tonight) Make her feel (so right) [Chorus] Up the street Around the corner Down the block Around the clock It's bound to stop Or ease at least I can breath at least My brain release Pain relief It's the same belief that make you stand the chief And to this ain't the snuff so obtain the spluf Cellophane of reef Trade your grief For these magic beans Crown the stop Ride the clouds Surf the waves An earth decays Expose your soul Never close your soul Slow your role Never overload your soul Hold your goes Never lose sight of those I suppose We can all float away As it goes We can all know the way If we prose We can share the way No one knows We can all go today If we chose We can all roll away Until you're truly ready to say, "Fuck your fear!" You are not alive You don't have to settle and be stuck right here You can let me drive Come and ride the roller-coaster Give all the troubles of the world to me At least come and see, come see the other side This may be the way you want the world to be (Ohh-oh) Shoop-bop shoop-bop dooooo [Repeat until it fades] |
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(feat. Cee-Lo)
[Intro:] [Witchdoctor] Mrs. Rogers, are you there? [Euneika Rogers] Uh, yes [Witchdoctor] I got word that you wanted to see me [Euneika Rogers] Uh, yes I did, I a... [Witchdoctor] Go ahead, please [Euneika Rogers] I Have a few questions a... [Witchdoctor] I love questions [Euneika Rogers] Witchdoctor [Witchdoctor] First question QUICKLY [Euneika Rogers] Witchdoctor, Where does the name come from? [Witchdoctor] Ah ha ha Yeah, It's the year 2000 Yeah, already [Chorus: x3] Everyday we get down Everyday we get down Everyday we get down On our knees [Verse 1:] [Witchdoctor] Black guy, who am I You know the bullet EJ, I'm back for these triggers Now watch me pull it Somebody's hit You betta bring the yellow tape You got bit by a snake The black Mamba My home is the trees My spirit got your city under siege I'm shootin' fleas That's the dog in me We all could be Fightin' wars With that Nigga in the mirror I see it clearer, Lord I'm a music whore Up against me you can't score A-T-L Where we live in heaven and hell Land where we buy and sell I'm comin' for this clientele Uhh, I'ma make you never wanna rap again If I gotta snap again On this wax again I'm flippin' my flap again Got me on the streets Strapped again [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] [Cee-Lo of Goodie Mob] Wait, It's dim lit At this table I sit Constant contemplation of crimes of passion To commit I'm patient with poetry And very particular 'bout the Parts I play The first thing that comes to mind Is not always the brightest thing to say Always analytical To articulate what I speak Unusually unique The technique about the price of antique Considered collectable Wanted to be received And related to, so It's written respectable And I was Dreamin' when I wrote this About you and about me About who we were before, who we are now And who I think we need to be Paint a picture in your mindframe That I think you need to see As - long - as - we Agree to disagree I'm a tree deep rooted Paragraphs are precisely executed Still when it's completed Offer constructive criticism Cause I need it Um, may God forgive me If anything I say is wrong I'm just trying to be strong And the day is long But I'ma tell you what I know I'ma give you what I owe My life is the test And I can not transgress I'll be held accountable For the light I could have shed This is bigger than me I'm bein' led, To preach and teach, and reach Anyone I can Turn a Nigga into a black man There's no beginnin' and there is no end I want to be in that Mamba When the Saints go marchin' in So I'm gon', I'm gon', I'm gon' [Chorus x2] [Cee-Lo: while chorus repeats] Just get down Uhuh, uhuh And I will get down One time you know And I will get down On my knees Check it out y'all [Witchdoctor] Take us away |
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[Intro:]
Jiggy Male Black Mobb Clik The Dungeon family Jiggy Male [Chorus:] Everyday Is A Holiday, anutha muthafuckin dollar day [x4] [Verse 1:] Check this out Call me Dr. strange, I be in tha lab Cause talkin on a musical style Put it up, you get doubled for what you pay for I got plenty skils and it chills see As we creap thru da city AT-ail All this shit ain't pretty, well I cock my glock back If you hot a junkie got to tell where da rock ya set All apartments got dope spillaz and they servin, watchin out for 12 squealaz And well Atlanta's goin up, Atlanta's goin down I bring the sound and I found a betta way Sometimes a nigga gotta do like Barbie and Ken away Since I gotta stay Unemployed niggaz don't pull it far If it weren't for this music dope, I wouldn't have no job Jiggy male [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Check this out, keep all quarter cutted up Lookin at da rocks in da sack, had his pockets from bein flat Broke anutha choke off this dutch, I won't stop smokin bluntz I need some french chumps, I bring the funk with swaids of the tongue, When I say whatz up You know where I'm from This watch survival tear, rappin iz da way to get it off my chest Can't let this stress bleed, rollin thru these swats again Made many, many muthafuckin new friendz When I was 20 dope, I gotta get this flow, doin shows See some G'z out in queens for the fed G'z And let the toxin ease yo pain, where all the niggaz at wit all tha gang See all the kings in choice of power, this iz our hour Poppin wide, listenin to this line Jiggy male [Chorus] |
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(feat. Big Rube)
[Big Bube] Back to the frontline, resurrected this old skool shit Cause niggas still respect it, it's all cool shit Kinda tight so I select it to flow on So unexpected and so on, but damn that I wanna take a minute tram back with the mainstream Playing field where the main team kill bodies And wannabe John Gottis shoulda been Zulu But who knew but too few in my crew And the rest didn't listen now some of the best is missing Some of the rest is dissing, some of your chest is missing Some of your views is changing, but none of your time remaining It's a goddam shame a lot of fake niggas claim heaven sent But me, I'm hell bent on destruction of the mass constructions Of the mass destruction, of my ass restructuring Of the past reflecting off the last injection This cause and effect is known as infection Made it known being prone to our own demise is imminent I sure hope we leave a remnant |
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(feat. Big Gipp, T-Mo, Phoenix)
Gotta get on my job Take it back to the warehouse Plot back in [Gipp] A late night escape, hit me on the script On the hip, gotta dip Hollering, calling me out like a Girl Scout Better go ahead and sell your cookies later Fuck up out my face, rookie Took me on a trip away Chopping trees, eating grits with runny eggs I'm always tripping on the beggars working the same corner Trying to vamp me with the creases in your clothes Sticking cuffs up in my face, don't act Fumbling, pretty scared like tailbacks they flow Knees and elbows got drug in the parking lot So jellybeans (where ya at?) come clean Come on in, sit down, relax and catch your wind Some pretend but this man don't bend Limping like Willy, turning bunks face down On the military campground And I'm out, nigga [Phoenix] Yeah, all this goddam grinding ain't shit (ho hustling) Cause I ain't got nathan to show Except small quantities of blow And enough flow to keep my lil boy belly full But when that little bit run out Pray your card don't get pulled Should my path ever be crossed On my family-feeding missions Missing persons lives lost, inside edition Kissing ass on nine-to-fives ain't gon keep me alive Had to do without a lot still I seem to survive Tried that straight path with the bow lean Better with this new world, fitting in Like a buzzard in a bed of swirl Pearl handle on this firearm Partner stay calm, now pass me your bomb I thought your moms Had told you about them niggas in the slums (East Point, smoke something) [T-Mo] I wish you were me and I was you Maybe then you would see what I go through Each and every day, making up thangs to say, to speak Uplifting words from my soul to keep And my niggas that fantasize how wide the ride get The concert, never the need to rob or car jack The fact is to keep a cool head and chill And get your Bible, it says thou shalt not kill We do it anyway, and focus on short-lived enjoyment And blame it on the white folks cause they supporting it 360 degrees of emcees from the Tree To from one fourth of the MoB (SWATs) [Witchdoctor] Yeah, smallest predator on the Georgia plains I'm about to take your mind on a journey Uh, seeker no sleeper I walk the streets, God keep me safe Evil's raped this planet, damn it I can't stand it, come travel to South West Atlant-ic With me, there will be no stops in the bluff A motherfucker sniffs his snuff Sometimes it's tough to cope Came a long way, and with so far to cover Let me drank with y'all Gs Moether Nature's seeds keep your eyes open The seven seas rumbling, bullets they coming Uh, the devil's shot it, human beings robotic I'm got my chrome, man When niggas start disappearing about cloning Sometimes I feel weak Mentally I'm one of the firest niggas in the street With this rap shit I paid my dues I never thought that I was better than you Uh, niggas wanna die you'll get your wish Goodbye, you outta here, never coming back Niggas dying with their straps, uh I can't adapt, I want a free life I'm in the dark throw me a light Blaze 'em high, let's expand Rule the land, invest with a vest If you catch a slug to the chest So much turmoil you put yourself in So much sin each of us has slept in Bout to inject this chord You know something about this rap shit But you ain't know nathan about the Lord Outta here |
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[lady talking]
No matter how advanced medical technology becomes Many people still believe in the ancient healing arts [fades out] [Verse 1:] I had a dream I came up on a key Busted it down, nic'ed it all up and brought back forty G'z We put a big trap on the map Talkin' in code in case "twelve" got the phones tapped We got down wit niggas wit all types of skills From gun runnin', cookin' dope, stolen wheels That cheese was comin' in wit a grin We all up in the club, straight to spend And 'bout a hundred sippin' Mo' Didn't know that cooked swine tasted that same but just cost more dollars Let my nigga's ride my Impala Let's see if these hoes gone choose me Without thinkin about dollars Had a dream them keys cost a half a mil. Moved away, found a bitch and a crib Now I feel like God, talkin like a man whose face had the scar Ugh, We all know who you are If I only had twelve dollars i'd still feel like a star I tried to stay up in my bankin', listen close to this dream Dont run off and smoke no dank-in I dont use cocaine but in this dream I was totin' Got ta' scrappin' at the club and went ta' shootin' Blood runnin down my nose, caught that nigga who swung on me Pointed my gun and he froze, He said: (it wasnt me, it wasnt me!!!) Ugh, It was you, pulled the trigger he was through [chorus] Sahore, Sahore Sahore, Feel the doctor cure-ure-ure (Feel the doctor cure) Sahore, Sahore, Sahore, Fell the doctor cure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure [Verse 2:] Months later got rid of that bitch But she wasn't no crook, got rid of her cause she couldn't fuckin cook I'm from the south so you know I cuss a hoe out I had to tell another hoe to straight roll out My outlook on female burned that summer Thought every bitch was a hoe but my momma The dope game got strange within seconds And as the third day, done ran off wit my other package I gotta do him when I see him, Aint gone ask no questions, just gone draw out and bust it And wit this sixteen shot Baretta Wit my initials E.J. ingraved in big ol' muthafuckin letters Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo' self Now-a-dayz you gotta watch every muthafuckin' step Every move is costly, see in this drug game any muthafucka out here can croos Me I told myself I gotta retire wit this eighty G stash But I had a lust for makin' cash A lil bit more then what I need, I think they call that shit greed, as I Proceed I'm southern po' nigga, but in this dream I was a fiend for cash Fancy clothes had my ass Was my own clan gittin' shady? Buckets, Team , Buffy, do they wanna stuff me? Livin' wit a gun, never livin' at ease, almost everybody 'round that street Sleez You lucky if u make it out alive Ask that nigga that been robbed before and didn't die And that dream about them key, the police one day gone hollar freeze [chorus] Straight from the southwest S.W.A.T.s Y'all niggas dont know what's in these, yeah Collage, Collage Park, E-Pat Like dis here, yeah (ahhh) We gone do dis here like dis here wit it, yeah |
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(feat. OutKast)
[Sample] Deep in the steaming jungle The eerie sound of the voodoo drums tell us that This is the night [Witchdoctor] My confess We sinners lord Dez only 1 [Chorus] Book you got cooked [x3] God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories [x2] Book you got cooked [x2] [Witchdoctor] Check it out, uh If in this life I strive to please Him In this day and night I'm not always right Even when I'm wrong You should be afraid to anger Him Cause you could be gone Him don't need us It's the other way round Do you know what I'm talking about When I say Him, clown? You can't look at nobody And say that's Him Cause He's invisible Yet visible, this is critical Relying on our own abilities you lose You need him To help make your bumpy ride a cruise Ask Magic about him Or any strong believer He's the quarterback We the receivers Catching blessings Better than touchdowns I seek him when Niggas wanna buck me down Him holds many holy titles Him has many names Him has many bibles The devil can't deal with Him, uh He tempted me but you see I'm still with Him Listen close All brothers are men Him is responsible for all colors and kin I bust with Him If only I can fully trust in Him I'm glad to be stuck with Him Rather have Him than money I'm serious He'll get you once you become curious Lord, give me happy, long life Real good sex with the wife No traveling with bodyguards It's just a real nigga godly entourage [Chorus] God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories Book you got cooked [x3] [Big Boi] See My relationship with the God Is kind of odd The nigga the B-I-G won't part Feeling the presence up in my heart But never no chicken to the nigga In on that style like that Talking about the way the Lord Be lifting these burdens up off my back Better that I bust raps The way that I cut that Ho you couldn't You trying too hard, you better find Him I'm hoping you understood it Could it be (What?) The niggas around the way Don't really be thinking about the consequences Under the circumstances Until you pinch them Then a nigga be one to listen (Why?) Cause you woke that ass up Yoke that ass up Proving the man in the sky That holds that ass up But it's over now He cut off Some niggas done broke you clean off But got to get on your knees And praise the only Now your soul lost [Andre Benjamin] Now, OK, now The sun shines The moon glows The wind blows The rain falls But that aint all My heart thumps on a rhythm y'all And birds call And two can fall madly in love Oh, I think grow They stop and stare in awe Because we in his likeness Hoping and praying that one-day In the lab they might just Stumble on some kind of way To create human beings So far Human kind is the only thing I'm seeing Dez only 1 God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories Book you got cooked [x3] [Repeat to fade out] |
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What is a ritual?
A ritual is something every man do around his house or Any time of the day, every man got his own ritual that he does To keep himself alive. Music is my ritual The language you speak, is that part of the ritual? What's that? The language you speak, is that part of the ritua? That is the ritual [wispering] We gone do you like dis here Y'all dont know nothin' bout dis here Gone do you like dis here We gone show y'all niggas Y'all dont know nothin' bout dis here [chorus] Make him feal ohh-ohhhhh-ohhh [x4] [Verse 1:] Janey got a babyyy Prostitutes walkin' Police just hit the house down the street Ol' man wit a sign, he want somethin' to eat [chorus] [Verse 2:] Where my next check comin' from? Hey, Where my next check comin' from? Am I gone have to ruuunn? I aint goin' back to jaaaiil Aint got no lady of mine 'Bout to run up the street, get me a bottle of wine Aint got much time left, in the streets Not much time left [chorus] |
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from Dungeon Family - Trans Df Express [single] (2001)
<i>[Hook]</i>
Grab your ticket Come get wit it Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express Grab your ticket (Ticket!) Come get wit it Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express (Oh shit!) <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> I am the one and only son of a machine gun Untrapable, meaning I can't be place between none _Even In Darkness_, I already ate this diction It's so bold you could smell that funk with a cold It's unbelieveable, bare a resemblance to Broken Mold I'm op-timistic, I'm the air in the open road Make ya move it's moderate, no need to speed It's inevitable you arrive in due time indeed Now is the, time and place to in-vade the empty space I'm a profectionist, I never pressure the pen space But I wouldn't be amazing without God's Amazing Grace I can travel outer space while standin in one place <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Andre Benjamin]</i> Hippy to the hop, like a digi-log frog Throw me the cat and I'll throw you the dog <i>[bark]</i> Simple as a dimple ain't it? A hole in your cheek, let's hit the town so we can paint it, Red -- or maybe baby blue for two As sure as you are my lover, that is my favorite color and we get down - off to my castle we drown In each others love we puddle, huddle - break, fourth down, and inches (Ahh!) We all some players don't ride no benches (Ahh!) Elegant princes come to your senses (Ahh!) I noticed that your one of a kind That's makes you kind of the one I'm, sharing my spaghetti with -- The Lady and The Tramp, the mystery the myth Not into runnin frames, but I got a thang for ya Swoosh! I will do ya, surely I adore ya <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Big Gipp]</i> Gipp, a 2002 boy What'chu think it say 2A, ya goin my way Went from Ragtime buddy to a cakewalk stage Didn't ask cuz I past you made this weight My empression is one and no other Kinda-sorta yo, Dr. Demental Had you come through the lab Doctor, Organized instrumental We gon' keep it on the track and the gristle This Ex-press, here the whistle? <i>[train horn]</i> <i>[Backbone]</i> Who the fuck changed the face of the game And bought it back "5, Deuce, 4, Tre" The alliance of elite emcees Attention, salute, at ease The world renowned, from here clean across seas It's the critical acclaimed, Dungeon Family We are now boardin, all seats and all rows But it ain't no more tickets cuz it's a sold-out show <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Big Boi]</i> I Stank I can, I Stank I can, I know I can, I will ?? lil' P-I-T be knockin players off the field, for real Dungeon Family got my sword and my sheild To Campleton not Camelot, let's smoke the 'dro and chill (Chill?) Like four babies, and now you want the pill Used to be raw dawg but now you want the grill SeVille flawless, so now you want drill And takin a groupie home is just like lovin some roadkill Pimpin and panderin, on a level you can serve Ths metal, nouns, pronouns, adverbs, and verbs I spit the words of Wordsmith, how ya gonna burst shit Sip-sip, sip-sip, "Sippin on Some Syrup" like Three 6 Engine Number 9 is on the grind Like ya molars when ya rolled and that's your backteeth bitin down Now open up and say it, the D to the F's the greatest The talented town, then tip up your drink, your head has been deflated <i>[Hook 2x]</i> |
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from Dungeon Family - Trans Df Express [single] (2001)
<i>[Hook]</i>
Grab your ticket Come get wit it Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express Grab your ticket (Ticket!) Come get wit it Trans DF Express, Trans DF Express (Oh shit!) <i>[Cee-Lo]</i> I am the one and only son of a machine gun Untrapable, meaning I can't be place between none _Even In Darkness_, I already ate this diction It's so bold you could smell that funk with a cold It's unbelieveable, bare a resemblance to Broken Mold I'm op-timistic, I'm the air in the open road Make ya move it's moderate, no need to speed It's inevitable you arrive in due time indeed Now is the, time and place to in-vade the empty space I'm a profectionist, I never pressure the pen space But I wouldn't be amazing without God's Amazing Grace I can travel outer space while standin in one place <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Andre Benjamin]</i> Hippy to the hop, like a digi-log frog Throw me the cat and I'll throw you the dog <i>[bark]</i> Simple as a dimple ain't it? A hole in your cheek, let's hit the town so we can paint it, Red -- or maybe baby blue for two As sure as you are my lover, that is my favorite color and we get down - off to my castle we drown In each others love we puddle, huddle - break, fourth down, and inches (Ahh!) We all some players don't ride no benches (Ahh!) Elegant princes come to your senses (Ahh!) I noticed that your one of a kind That's makes you kind of the one I'm, sharing my spaghetti with -- The Lady and The Tramp, the mystery the myth Not into runnin frames, but I got a thang for ya Swoosh! I will do ya, surely I adore ya <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Big Gipp]</i> Gipp, a 2002 boy What'chu think it say 2A, ya goin my way Went from Ragtime buddy to a cakewalk stage Didn't ask cuz I past you made this weight My empression is one and no other Kinda-sorta yo, Dr. Demental Had you come through the lab Doctor, Organized instrumental We gon' keep it on the track and the gristle This Ex-press, here the whistle? <i>[train horn]</i> <i>[Backbone]</i> Who the fuck changed the face of the game And bought it back "5, Deuce, 4, Tre" The alliance of elite emcees Attention, salute, at ease The world renowned, from here clean across seas It's the critical acclaimed, Dungeon Family We are now boardin, all seats and all rows But it ain't no more tickets cuz it's a sold-out show <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Big Boi]</i> I Stank I can, I Stank I can, I know I can, I will ?? lil' P-I-T be knockin players off the field, for real Dungeon Family got my sword and my sheild To Campleton not Camelot, let's smoke the 'dro and chill (Chill?) Like four babies, and now you want the pill Used to be raw dawg but now you want the grill SeVille flawless, so now you want drill And takin a groupie home is just like lovin some roadkill Pimpin and panderin, on a level you can serve Ths metal, nouns, pronouns, adverbs, and verbs I spit the words of Wordsmith, how ya gonna burst shit Sip-sip, sip-sip, "Sippin on Some Syrup" like Three 6 Engine Number 9 is on the grind Like ya molars when ya rolled and that's your backteeth bitin down Now open up and say it, the D to the F's the greatest The talented town, then tip up your drink, your head has been deflated <i>[Hook 2x]</i> |
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Duh duh daaaa duuuuh duuh
Every man, come to the Island [Chorus] To the Island Koneelalee, baddest bitches that you ever wanna see Island Koneelalee, baddest bitches that you ever wanna see Uh, EJ on a Monday, the day after Sunday Desert island we travel to, such a fun day There some girls there, it's like a whole world there I first saw her dance in a holy temple To a piano instrumental Her people watched her every move I sat and watched, damn, she makes me wanna drool I want to take you to a new school The doctor's got a new set of rules Cool? Smile, shorty got a lotta And I just knew it, it was something Godly about her Could it be a virgin, nah Pretty little Persian looking something else with it Ah, almost like candy when you bit it She had a look that said come widdit, I won't forget it Island Konee', my first time there I knew I'd be back, this little chick had some flair Loooonnnng hair I'm thinking I'm looking at a Goddess when I glare Pure thoughts, body, her soul is with God You see you want to be a part in her life Make her one of my first wives She'll be my only every night when the moon flies Explore the mind every other hour Godly nigga grows a woman like a flower No more Seven-Thirty-One, Silver Fox Your spot where your freaky freaks flock One day I might just travel back to that island Hope that little old Persian is smiling [Chorus] I wanna see you in a long T-shirt But you be tripping, girl, while I'm spitting, girl Night time, dim the lights, I'm fin to hit you up right No cost, let me take your long T-shirt off Naw, keep it on, one last look before I start this love jones One on one, nobody else in sight Fuck going to that Blue Flame tonight Your game is tight, blood rushing to my head Every time I see them legs, plus them thighs And I won't even hide it Passing you by make my heart beat fast You sexy ass, with your long T-shirt Plus you're real groovy in your business skirt It's gonna, gonna really really hurt When I stick it in, mix it in On this island, dancers onstage The most beautiful women of all shades They here from Brazil, Jamaica, Texas Chicks with cheese in they Lexus Like Atlanta's breeze I like em wild With only meeee Able to see some shit other niggas can't see Island Koneelalee Badder than all y'all skinny models on TV Island Koneelalee, baddest bitches that you ever wanna see Island Koneelalee, every man should wanna come see |
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(feat. Big Rube)
[Big Bube] Back to the frontline, resurrected this old skool shit Cause niggas still respect it, it's all cool shit Kinda tight so I select it to flow on So unexpected and so on, but damn that I wanna take a minute tram back with the mainstream Playing field where the main team kill bodies And wannabe John Gottis shoulda been Zulu But who knew but too few in my crew And the rest didn't listen now some of the best is missing Some of the rest is dissing, some of your chest is missing Some of your views is changing, but none of your time remaining It's a goddam shame a lot of fake niggas claim heaven sent But me, I'm hell bent on destruction of the mass constructions Of the mass destruction, of my ass restructuring Of the past reflecting off the last injection This cause and effect is known as infection Made it known being prone to our own demise is imminent I sure hope we leave a remnant |
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from Witchdoctor - A S.W.A.T. Healin' Ritual (2000)
(feat. Big Gipp, T-Mo, Phoenix)
Gotta get on my job Take it back to the warehouse Plot back in [Gipp] A late night escape, hit me on the script On the hip, gotta dip Hollering, calling me out like a Girl Scout Better go ahead and sell your cookies later Fuck up out my face, rookie Took me on a trip away Chopping trees, eating grits with runny eggs I'm always tripping on the beggars working the same corner Trying to vamp me with the creases in your clothes Sticking cuffs up in my face, don't act Fumbling, pretty scared like tailbacks they flow Knees and elbows got drug in the parking lot So jellybeans (where ya at?) come clean Come on in, sit down, relax and catch your wind Some pretend but this man don't bend Limping like Willy, turning bunks face down On the military campground And I'm out, nigga [Phoenix] Yeah, all this goddam grinding ain't shit (ho hustling) Cause I ain't got nathan to show Except small quantities of blow And enough flow to keep my lil boy belly full But when that little bit run out Pray your card don't get pulled Should my path ever be crossed On my family-feeding missions Missing persons lives lost, inside edition Kissing ass on nine-to-fives ain't gon keep me alive Had to do without a lot still I seem to survive Tried that straight path with the bow lean Better with this new world, fitting in Like a buzzard in a bed of swirl Pearl handle on this firearm Partner stay calm, now pass me your bomb I thought your moms Had told you about them niggas in the slums (East Point, smoke something) [T-Mo] I wish you were me and I was you Maybe then you would see what I go through Each and every day, making up thangs to say, to speak Uplifting words from my soul to keep And my niggas that fantasize how wide the ride get The concert, never the need to rob or car jack The fact is to keep a cool head and chill And get your Bible, it says thou shalt not kill We do it anyway, and focus on short-lived enjoyment And blame it on the white folks cause they supporting it 360 degrees of emcees from the Tree To from one fourth of the MoB (SWATs) [Witchdoctor] Yeah, smallest predator on the Georgia plains I'm about to take your mind on a journey Uh, seeker no sleeper I walk the streets, God keep me safe Evil's raped this planet, damn it I can't stand it, come travel to South West Atlant-ic With me, there will be no stops in the bluff A motherfucker sniffs his snuff Sometimes it's tough to cope Came a long way, and with so far to cover Let me drank with y'all Gs Moether Nature's seeds keep your eyes open The seven seas rumbling, bullets they coming Uh, the devil's shot it, human beings robotic I'm got my chrome, man When niggas start disappearing about cloning Sometimes I feel weak Mentally I'm one of the firest niggas in the street With this rap shit I paid my dues I never thought that I was better than you Uh, niggas wanna die you'll get your wish Goodbye, you outta here, never coming back Niggas dying with their straps, uh I can't adapt, I want a free life I'm in the dark throw me a light Blaze 'em high, let's expand Rule the land, invest with a vest If you catch a slug to the chest So much turmoil you put yourself in So much sin each of us has slept in Bout to inject this chord You know something about this rap shit But you ain't know nathan about the Lord Outta here |
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(feat. Khujo, T-Mo)
Uh, the Witchdoctor on some smooth shit Yeah, Witchdoctor, straight up on some smooth shit Ha, yeah, straight up on some smooth shit, check it out [Witchdoctor] You got my life on the edge I wanna see my whole crew alive, not dead Paper money in hundred and Gs A lifestyle of luxury Fuck a pimp, it's about a player When you handling your business on this SWATs Himalayas Bankhead, daylife, weekdays, dice shooters And these young female barracudas Flipping money is a job itself When you gotta get funds in something by somebody else Now you gotta make deals back first When you copped you some worth off this planet earth That's why I'm huffing, busting, cause ain't no loving In these streets, don't give a nigga too much of nothing I serve to survive, Team got it on his arm I watch these dealers move on Ain't that the bomb that goes boom The shit that these Js get high with in a room I consume the whole planet with one swallow I swear, I'm trying to stretch twenty dollars out here I got snapping, a whole bunch of niggas trapping Let God be the judge, react quick Here comes a slug from a nigga out Atlanta You shot an innocent bystander How frail we are in the face of nature Hurricane Erin coming, feeling safer? Straight up on some smooth shit [Chorus] Ahhh. Let the sun shine in [T-Mo] Not often, but when I do You might see another side come through For those that try to fit legit ways of living Into a lifestyle that's quick but steady Up off the streets and ready to compete with house niggas The bigger they work against the turf, man Gotta do my dirt even though it hurts It's being done, grants are being flipped Homeboys are getting dropped Serving to survive this thing, I'm in to win Pulling up folks that's been down since day one Son, you better back up off of these, nigga, please While see, I'm killing mentalities of crackers Thinking all niggas stupid Just don't conform to their ways of getting paid Minimum wage, bitch made hoe type Thinking it's all about they hype, I still rock the mic Straight up on some smooth shit Straight up on some motherfucking smooth shit [Chorus] [Khujo] Biscuit head beanie, eenie meenie miney mo It's fifteen of you off in here Pledged myself, I'm coming back you ain't Strap up because in most incidents The passengers don't survive Like really, drive safely cause ain't no love Only lust laying around these capillaries Looking perhaps in a vein collapsed Pop caught one in the lungs, lifelines Is barely hanging from the previous banging Snooze I lose like Bubba Them proper South rules, cutting off heads And making them look for they socks and shoes JJ wet 'em up, I'm still dripping chrome Can't see the forest for the trees The master's plan taking it's toll The valley is flooding, demons are looking for shelter Pressure will bust a pipe, mummify me Don't hand me no devils' death, promise What more can I do that ain't already been done? Khujo snapping on some smooth shit [Chorus] |
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(feat. OutKast)
[Sample] Deep in the steaming jungle The eerie sound of the voodoo drums tell us that This is the night [Witchdoctor] My confess We sinners lord Dez only 1 [Chorus] Book you got cooked [x3] God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories [x2] Book you got cooked [x2] [Witchdoctor] Check it out, uh If in this life I strive to please Him In this day and night I'm not always right Even when I'm wrong You should be afraid to anger Him Cause you could be gone Him don't need us It's the other way round Do you know what I'm talking about When I say Him, clown? You can't look at nobody And say that's Him Cause He's invisible Yet visible, this is critical Relying on our own abilities you lose You need him To help make your bumpy ride a cruise Ask Magic about him Or any strong believer He's the quarterback We the receivers Catching blessings Better than touchdowns I seek him when Niggas wanna buck me down Him holds many holy titles Him has many names Him has many bibles The devil can't deal with Him, uh He tempted me but you see I'm still with Him Listen close All brothers are men Him is responsible for all colors and kin I bust with Him If only I can fully trust in Him I'm glad to be stuck with Him Rather have Him than money I'm serious He'll get you once you become curious Lord, give me happy, long life Real good sex with the wife No traveling with bodyguards It's just a real nigga godly entourage [Chorus] God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories Book you got cooked [x3] [Big Boi] See My relationship with the God Is kind of odd The nigga the B-I-G won't part Feeling the presence up in my heart But never no chicken to the nigga In on that style like that Talking about the way the Lord Be lifting these burdens up off my back Better that I bust raps The way that I cut that Ho you couldn't You trying too hard, you better find Him I'm hoping you understood it Could it be (What?) The niggas around the way Don't really be thinking about the consequences Under the circumstances Until you pinch them Then a nigga be one to listen (Why?) Cause you woke that ass up Yoke that ass up Proving the man in the sky That holds that ass up But it's over now He cut off Some niggas done broke you clean off But got to get on your knees And praise the only Now your soul lost [Andre Benjamin] Now, OK, now The sun shines The moon glows The wind blows The rain falls But that aint all My heart thumps on a rhythm y'all And birds call And two can fall madly in love Oh, I think grow They stop and stare in awe Because we in his likeness Hoping and praying that one-day In the lab they might just Stumble on some kind of way To create human beings So far Human kind is the only thing I'm seeing Dez only 1 God sent you some warriors Plus we tellers of the stories Book you got cooked [x3] [Repeat to fade out] |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
Make ya,and shake yo shit (woo lord)
I am puttin' poetry into motion my addiction is overdosing from a natural high Supplyin' the soul with that unmistakable mystical magical feelin' that your money can't buy Becomin' a slave to the rhythm there's no way that you could stop me now I'd like to see you try Because I'm already long gone don't be scared for me baby just blow me a kiss good bye I can't believe you'd rather stay behind then go beyond talk to me baby tell me why Society won't set ya free now follow me programmin' your fear to fly Best believe I'm a breathe and break ground before I die I know it's live and let live but my love won't let me lie Make me want to do the And we don't speak proper English when we walk we strut our stuff We act like life is gravy even though it's oh so rough My doctor diagnosed me and he said now here's the deal You're coming down with a bad case of The crooked booty (come on, everybody) The crooked booty (i can't hear why'all) Now everybody do the crooked booty, Come on, I say the crooked booty (come on) Come on everybody I say the crooked booty Yeah, the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty Yeah, come on, the crooked booty Oh doctor doctor help me please I got this problem come over me And I just can't shake it (i just can't seem To shake this thing off up me, now help me) At first I was just fine Didn't really play it no mind Until it hit another time (another time) Cause my chest popped out (my chest popped out) And my back went in (i said my back went in) Started movin' my body Like I had a nervous itch (ooow) So the doctor gave me (say what?) This remedy (what'd he say?) He said, "pop it to boy" And feel the beat It's the brand new craze And it's comin' your way It was started in the slums By the dungeon family It's not very hard it's kinda easy to do All you got to be is poor and broke and have no loot It's called the crooked booty when it's only a test It's like tryin' to stop the IRS from takin' your checks It's like tryin' to soak your cheese and took all the rap It's like tryin' to stop a nigga from crackin' your back on this track It's like tryin' to tell your daughter you can't chase the cake It's like tryin' to stop a boss jack from swangin' his set You just go like that (it don't matter) You can be four hundred pounds or be as tall as shaq (come on) Pimp get out your llac And do the crooked booty And do the crooked booty Do the crooked booty do the crooked booty Do the crooked booty (aaaaaaaaaaah) Now everybody do the crooked booty (everybody, come on) The crooked booty (i can't hear why'all) Now everybody do the crooked booty (a little louder) Come on, I say the crooked booty (people in the back) Come on everybody I say the crooked booty (people on the side) Yeah, the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty (yeah, why'all got it) Yeah, come on, the crooked booty (a little louder why'all) I ain't got no paper I can't wipe my ass But give me one lil' dollar I'll show you how to make it last I ain't got no paper I can't wipe my ass But give me one lil' dollar I'll show you how to make it last (I'll show you how to) And we don't speak proper English when we walk we strut our stuff We act like life is gravy even though it's oh so rough My doctor diagnosed me and he said now here's the deal You're coming down with a bad case of the The crooked booty The crooked booty (a little louder now) Now everybody do the crooked booty (do it like you can't do it no more) Come on, I say the crooked booty Come on, I say the crooked booty Yeah, everybody do the crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty The crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty (yeah, everybody) The crooked booty (come on) Now everybody do the crooked booty (I can't hear why'all) I say the crooked booty Now everybody say the crooked booty The crooked booty Now everybody do the crooked booty The crooked booty (yeah, why'all got it) |
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You don't use our music to get high Then use our music to get by [click] Break!! [Chorus] Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... Ooh-ooh, ooh-oo-oo-ooh Ohh, ba-doo-do-doo-doo-doo Follow the lights, they Lead to something... The time we're face-in, uhh Get off your feet 'cause time is wast-in, uh Must be strong in this situatio-in, well So raise your hand and let's start takin, let's start takin Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go [Big Boi] Even In Darkness Darker than the Lochness monster's dwelling It don't scare me, that's fairy telling But what about Hell and Heaven? Nothin is that ir-rel-ev-ent, you must find yourself, your intent Don't commit thyself, 'cause another nigga done did it In and outta style like leather African pennants Say that your with the spirit, follow the Ten Commandments Mad Mixmaster said, "Now can ya spin it?" Say NOW!! [Chorus] [Big Gipp] Gipp the epiphany I want to be remembered in infamy Composer and producer of the symphony I done had struggles in my life, so I know that it was meant for me You was sent for me Showed me light through the power of chi and your intent to see You teach for He, discretely Givin them a piece of me -- the peace was free, gone What I need, what I want, what I see Is two different things, two different... [Chorus] [Cee-Lo] It was so elequent-aly, I emerged from the sorta verse Origin purpose be partially profound of the very power that's in me When God said he so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son I thought he meant me Jesus is my older brother evidently, experiment in me Let the complexity collapse the pocket quickly Life is but a dream, ya row ya boat gently It's cool to have a Bentley, I want a Bentley Yet I ponder why, I smoke my presence prominently? If you want your mind blow, look we're all alone... Follow the light [Chorus to fade] |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
[siren]
[talking] Save the Atlanta sound? Oh we don't represent Atlanta? We ain't put the A-Town on the map? Okay... Here we come! "In the even of an emergency You'd have 5 seconds to get to the Dungeon" Aww yeah we crunk, we crunk, we crunk... [Big Gipp] Gipp economy is strange in the meaning, lookin street Even (?) for no team, I swing dissipainted lines Stroke after them, apple martinis I live kosher, I'm the most-a like the art Took my moves from Billy Whiteshoes Fight back like Geronimo, crack comma Ustafa Who said, "Like the sky, like a hot fire" Dorcey put a hit up on that man, control red Some watchin liberation, abberation house down ya throat Tapdance on ya kidneys, come around that ass like measles The first and the second shots ain't nuttin but teasers Set your body afire like Watson Travel through yo' team like hydrotoxins Premium dutch, blood shift you closer to the edge Project push, A-T-L - you get yo' water out the faucet, We get our water out the well We win the war with Miami boys over these streets to eat Channel 5 got the story of the day Old church burnin, Emma got hung And the student caught with a gun, Wayne Williams interviews Remote controlled cars for teachers In Zone 1, Zone 2, Zone 3, Zone 4, Zone 5 Whattcha gon' do, who ya gon' call? The (?) gun show? Now nigga come on! [Hook] Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) Awww yeah! We crunk now (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) We crunk now, we crunk now! (We crunk, we crunk, we crunk) [Mello-Capone] Capone got that Southside pimp creep, College Park out the door Die-hard, booze chillin, nan nigga wanna start Niggaz round the A-Town, salty cuz they gameplan Breakin they neck tryna run, but Dungeon niggaz done been ran Y'all was out for grannin and pussy pursuin We slum deeper studio-type, breakin great entrepreneurs Alert, it's a all out emergency homes Hit up, slick Ricky Wade on my cellular phone Man my group done broke up, just starters claimin we rock It's my destiny to make it, I'm a fuckin survivor This might be one again, oh hailin in the blaze that we brought (?) then waited (?) but my stomach was growlin Dungeon Family [Hook x2] [BackBone] Yes y'all, all the time, it's goin down Whattchu say shawty? Look here you betta believe it Oooooh, call the po-lice *sirens* I will verbally murder one of these sucka emcees I talk that - know they act if they ain't understandin me How they gon' handle me, this Dungeon Family I spit this shit randomly (Brrroaw!) From point-blank range, blow out they brains Leave all thoughts dang-a-ling - shhhhhh, nobody say nothin Facin charges on account of the attempt and assault with a weapon Know what it is, you done seen this here befo' Come through ya front do' and letcha know fa sho' You hear them automatics spittin Leave ya whole coalition in critical condition When we speak, we recieve ovations from nations Why that 2nd Generation strapped in attack formation Shook up the world but it wattn't pretty I conversate strictly for the nitty-gritty We crunk now! [Hook x4] "I repeat - this is not a test... this is not a test..." This is not a test..." "In the event of an actual emergency, you'd have 5 seconds..." "I repeat - in the even of an actual emergency You'd have 5 seconds" [woman's computer voice] "We're settin the stage very possibly for World War III" |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
Here's some shit make ya go "Hmmmm"
Have you ever wondered why the world hates you? Maybe it's because you is a child of God? Hmmm They come (they come) Yeah, You best be done ready becausec they come (they come) Better hold your straps ready because they come (they come) Your mens better not be spaghetti because they come (they come) You turn your pocket into grafitti yeah they come (they come) Nigga you ain't ready but they come (they come) You better hold your straps ready because they come (they come) Yeah they come (they come) Yeah They come (they come) Now here they come They say the sound of revelation takin em off while your occupation Now we all computers puttin cheques by sharp shooters You cruise world, one nation undivided but deliver me from evil And these crazy people all across the world All out warfare mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally Fulfullin, you ain't doin no killin Cause I ain't scared I got friends comin to my house And I gonna put you on your place By the grace of god Because I don't really think you ball that hard That's what your mouth said <i>[Chorus]</i> It's like the whole damn world is caught Now y'all whole motherfuckers is just rotten Like the CIA, the IRS, the DEA, the FBI and whoever else with three letters in they names You think you quick on the draw puttin them ten times is mo better We got all the superstitions they got all the cheddar You don't own nothin You bought from them we might as well say we just leasin Ain't no reason then why the preacher and his false teachins Keepin hot coals over your heads Yeah when I looked into your eyes I will see that <i>[Chorus X2]</i> |
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from Dungeon Family - Even In Darkness (2001)
(Big Rube)
Ask not what the Family can do for you Ask only what you can do for the Family (Big Gipp) This is my pledge This is my pledge to we, and all those that come after Let's talk about it, 'posed to assimilate insincupate Euphoric you raw superstations, appear with information Hesitation, metaphoric in a solid state of logic Focusin on, me and the Family, gawkin Parallel parkin was an artform Atilla the Hun, school that I wrote to write Spoke for some to speak, provided copperstone Stole to steal parone, cut the heart up out of Caesar I protect the Black Madonna shrine from seizures I survived the 80's child killings Excruciating pain like a root canal without a filling Forever we, pillars in this stature In this ASCAP rapture Wordplay that will snatch ya, mangle ya mind Signed upper bull pull, I relinquish To become forever more excaliber To become forever more excaliber (Big Rube) Caliber unknown - infinite in stature Indiscriminate fracture - sindicated rapture Indicated capture - sincupated nature Defeated we raise the wager No secret, I hate the majors But they major players - so I'm a gladiatin Not so glad we waitin - niggaz is graduatin Fuck what flag we wavin - kids is misbehavin Parents is worse than Satan - apparently church is pagan Sworn away my freedom, through words that sing my freedom Rebirth the world of the Earth in intent to spin my freedom Prepared to defend the next-us Didn't get in for no Lexus Didn't get on through connections or to get off my erection Fuck the soft and the wetness Luck is lost in election Bucket that caused the detection Sent to impossible rections Still to much to achieve - we build to much to believe Fear to much to recieve - appear before you achieve (Hook - 2X) We are the few We are the strong We are the proud holders of the ex-caliber! We are the few We are the strong We are the proud holders of the ex-caliber! (Cee-Lo) Guess I was (?) sworn Promise to make it show that, the legend of Dungeon live on Even knowledge I known and heights I flown I alone can't snatch the sword up out the stone The charged chasities here, have to cock outta fear Matter of fact, I (?) Lyric far, witness to suck the star May the force be with us, for we are! (Hook - 2X) (Khujo) Eyes'll have you so puffed up Until you eventually flow up and bust on their or buck to their (?) Drag the slayer, oh we ain't forgot about you playa You still don't weigh enough I gotcha beat off the rip From the jump, keep it still to relapse on that junk Pump fake, off ya feet -- Fall on this sword ya beat with eggs on ya face Amazing Grace, how sweet it is The shit we spit, thicker still Niggaz don't deserve to live It's gettin so goosy, where a girl can kill her baby the next day by takin a pill Breakin off beat, when they blow the horns They open up the rest of them seals Out wit yo' head, for not keepin the ears real Walkin through the valley of the drop Bone! Lookin for my damn drone! Where ya at? I see ya! I see ya! Come on let's get 'em dawg come on! (talking) If I got one my nigga you got one He got one - they got one Them motherfuckers gon' make them a damn gun (Hook - 2X) |
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| from Hmv Set - Maurice Ravel (1875-1937) (2003) | |||||
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