Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it) Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
(Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy)
Ill leave your ass cripy Like some frosted flakes What you call it sneaky nigga Tha man Jake the snake Every nigga on the street Got something to say Until they get sprayed in the face With a gay like mase I dont hate the fagget Lets get that shit straight I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now i hooked up wit game Real nigga with flame He show me cali love And i aint in no game Every nigga that role wit me Betta keep it G'd Ill put the verdebrate Push a DDT Lets get the sippi Yall niggas aint even gifted Bust a shot at your chin Your top getting lifted G's up get your G's up Scrappy with your weed up I fuck with g-unit So yall sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going Through something I cant change I fuck hoes that would make Mya look lame
(CHORUS)
(Verse 2 - Game)
The reallest of niggas I role wit them killas (yeah) The world gotta feel us My clique is +G+orilla +U+ +N+iggas +I+n +T+rouble Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing You aint gotta know Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick P-89 thats what i handle my beef with Put them hollow tips under your arms Like speedstick Ride through your hood In a blue impala Like we crips Roll down the tints, G-Unit Im a head busta, lil scrappy When the lead touch ya And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker Sleep in your earn And get eaten by worms Trying to fight a fire with Bottled water heat and get burned They tampered my phones Like D-R-E and the firm Cuz im buzzing like WuTang And it aint even my turn So who it may concern Youll get your whole mouth wide Fuckin with them gang bangers In the SOUTHSIDE
(CHORUS)
(Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game))
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga (hold up) This your boy little scrappy shorty (BME) A-town (A-town) Mi nigga game (Comptown) You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit They wanna get that ass hit Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G)
Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Im for real Nah not me nigga
I hope yall got yall playa's card cause yall aint getting in unless ya do
Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door (She on the floor) surrounded by them playa's and thugs (She on the floor) the girls gone wild in the clubs (In V.I.P.) Got drough with a bottle of bub (She don't care) Shakin ass just throwin em up I'd really like to get to know her the way she warms her Bodie up now she heated got me heated up I can find I really wanna beat it up So her how I hit the bottle and spend it up You don't gotta worry bout being alone Cause tonight we'll be together in my home Exit out the club bouncin our domes Got that red coupe matchin the chrome Put that body in motion motion And watch it wave like ocean ocean Now break it down and worm it worm it Now bring it up and shake it shake it Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door I'm still fresh like uh impala uh Dre's young guns still ridin the base drums (Chi) Four times platinum hate it or love it I'm still number one Still in the hood one hand on my gun And my trigger finger still make b**hes cum I mean the one with the ring and the tounge Compton uh Kelly found her in the slums Shakin that rump both hands on the pumps Send her home with me I'll have your girl yellin uhhh Kell's my b*** drunk but until girlfriend still wanna have fun Pass the blunt let her drink red rum Bet she aint never seen a penthouse at the Trump Me and R been around the world and we'll give it to you just how u like it girl Girl you on a mission step in club shuttin down competition The way you walk it talk it switch it And when the doors close handle yur business Now make your booty go (boom boom boom boom) Break it down now (boom boom boom boom) Bring it up now (boom boom boom boom) Push it back girl (boom boom boom boom) Now shake shake it shake it shake it Out the club in the coupe to the mansion We gone get bent up to the morning Layin back in the chair while you wind it Lap dance on me girl bump and grind it We gone do it till we drop it until the part stop we gone keep it hot Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door I like it when you flip that bump that roll that shake that drop that rope that Make it go clap clap I like it when you flip that bump that roll that shake that drop that rope that Make it go clap clap Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door
(Hook - 50 Cent) This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
(Verse I - Game) Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Chrome hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
(Verse II - 50 Cent) I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cuz I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
(Hook)
(Verse III - Game) I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
(Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent) (50 Cent) 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time (Game) You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun (50 Cent) Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my Ba, Retta The dra-ma, setta Sip Am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
The meanest the meaner the second the seen her got open got me lookin loosing all my control the pasion of finnin baby you're the meanin but i found myself trippin when you walked trough the door and i now it's like me gettin beside myself she got me fillin that way and i now its unlikely that you gone deny me and just walk away
I'll be that guy that dont have time to play,lookin like yo schedule is about the same, the ball is in yo court i'm ready for yo game, lookin like yo nockers ready for my chain she be that girl i'll be watin for she sending me them signals that i can't ignore but i was gonna get her on the dancefloor then i saw her headed through the exit door
Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girls nice cause she got,she got it,she got it, breath, breath
yo body is screamin i think that she missin ain't what you sayin girl i'm loosin my cool you got you a soldier and i got me a rider and you ain't got to stress it cause it's nothin to proove i know it ain't easy being a sexy girl thats always gettin in her way but i'm here tell ya you got me up on ya and i won't let you slip away
I'll be that guy that dont have time to play,lookin like yo schedule is about the same the ball is in yo court i'm ready for yo game lookin like yo nockers ready for my chain she be that girl i'll I been watin for she sending me them signals that i can't ignore but i was gonna get her on the dancefloor then i saw her headed through the exit door
Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girls nice cause she got,she got it,she got it
The Game:
yeah you niggas know now that it's bout go down the club is packed up the word arround town that this is the jump off you know when the shit drops ya this is the jump off i did it for big pac i'm pourin my chris out the bichtes is to hot the takin there clothes off the yellin at tupac cause i'm from the west-side and they from the east-coast my niggas from down-south the lettin they teeth show cause this ain't Def jam and this ain't Bad Boy this ain't Star Trek this is the last call they turnin the lights on the bar is shot down i'm walkin with Scott Storch and we in the front now the bitches is with me they ready to pop off seen you're girlfriends you gonna get knocked off we hop in 6.4 cause its bout to go down
Chris BRown:
It's going down Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girl is nice
When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop
Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL But hoes wanna go to COURT'til I pay them for they NAILS Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS
When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop
I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was lil' homey Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?
When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop
You see it always be them ones talkin this and that How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers
When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop
[Verse 1:] Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Ese's, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians All these muthafuckers been patiently waitin' Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin' The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton Aftermath been here the beats been knockin' Nate Dogg doin' his thing DPG still poppin' I got California love fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit & westside connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rear view my gun's is cockin' I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases Faught that, not guilty I'm back Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback Homey I'm bringin' CA back & I don't do button up shirts or drive Mayback's All you old record labels tryin' to advance Aftermath bitch take it like a muthafuckin' man.
[Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2]
[Verse 2:] I'm lowridin' homey, 6 Tre impala Gold D spinnin' chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin' Hollow tips make niggas disappear like houdini Gang bangin' is real Homey I'm livin' proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin' on top of the devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse about this & that Cause red strings in this converse & this a Dre track Keep jibberin' jabberin' I'll pull a .38 magnum & get the clickin' & clackin' You'll homies will wanna know what happened Come to Compton & see Thriller like Michael Jackson I might be Spike Lee, All this gun clappin' Prior to rappin' I was drug traffic In the dope spot playin' John Madden Homey I ain't braggin' I took 5 You wanna die? ...Run up on that black 745...
[Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2]
[Verse 3:] New York New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on I'm doin' my thing Got me fuckin' wit G-Unit you know the drama that brings I got niggas in Westside Compton & Southside Queen's & Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Po' I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice You niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof Leave your ass streched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in Heaven all the shit I been through I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22 Homey I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest & I now I'm contemplatin' whether or not he left that shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back I'm startin' to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rappin' these Dre Records.
[Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2]
((background music) i brought.. i brought.. i brought.. dreams... dreams... dreams... i brought you all my dreams... cuz i love you... i love you.. i love you.. (repeated throughout song))
(Verse 1)
I woke up out that coma, 2001 Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001 Three years later, the album is done Aftermath presents: "Nigga With a Attitude : Volume 1" Rap critics politicin' Wanna know the outcome Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G-Series and All Eyez On Me I watched the death of a dynasty So I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!" I had visions of makin a classic Then my world turned black, like I was starin' outta Stevie Wonder's glasses Its kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Comin' back from his fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin', but We da future Whitney Houston told me that: it's gon take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back
(HOOK)
Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams*
B.G. music playing...
(Verse 2)
I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine She loved gangstas, loved nasty things So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of bein' Unsigned Hype Till I was crushed my Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday Dozin' off back-stage I tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay So I walked over heard Jam Master say Its a hard-knock life, then you pass away They say sleep is the cousin of death Sow my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to your last breath
(HOOK)
Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams*
B.G. music playing...
(Verse 3)
The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what imI' givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit? Compton had Jheri Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo-Kid then I started blazin' Clue It was all a Dream like B.I.G said it be Don't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to reality Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rules of gravity Studied all the classic started revisin' my strategy Cuz Marshall Mathers made it Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went? How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catholic nun The war to be a rap legend ha just begun
(HOOK:) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams*
B.G. music playing...
(The GAME talking)
This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace...
B.G.Music fades to an end...
Hate It Or Love It featuring 50 Cent작곡:Andre Lyon,C. Jackson,J. Taylor,M. Valenzano
Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring One of them gold ropes NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
(Chorus (50 then Game):) Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me I'm raps MVP And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go head' envy me I'm raps MVP And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me
(Game) On the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides right above the gold wires I'll fo-five em Kill a nigga on my song but really do it Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~ 10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces Believe you me homie i know all bout losses I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s Told Banks when i met him imma ride And if I gotta die rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on See how time fly?
(Chorus - 50 Cent)
From the beginnin to the end Losers lose, winners win This is real we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
(Game) Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench Now i'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~ My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes When there's kids starvin Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin No school books they use that wood to build coffins Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion I love ya Ma'
(Chorus X2)
Higher 작곡:Andre R. Young,C. Jackson,Chris Pope,J. Taylor,M. Batson,M. Elizondo
(Breakdown) It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it)
(The Game) Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre Who don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs up Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airs You want war, we can settle it right here I got a squad, E V E and Busta Rhymes yeah Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there Matter fact I'll take you in the back you in the hat, and you in the blue and the black Lets have a gangsta party Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back
(CHORUS) (I can take you hiyaaaah) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? (I can take you hiyaaaah) It's the muthafuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and (I can take you hiyaaaah)
(Breakdown)
(Game) + (Snoop Dogg) Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen This is gin and juice the doc made the club R.O.C. without Timbaland boots First nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupe You wanna pimp? I perm my shit up like Snoop (Westside) Chronic 2005 muthafucker, put the purple in the dutch "Let it Burn" like Usher giirl Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch I'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick I got the lollipop if you wanna lick Or you can take a ride on the magic stick
(CHORUS)
(Breakdown)
(Game) Put 25's on the hummer, why not I'ma be here for the next 10 summers Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin up they money I don't need sound scan I'm doin my own numbers When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman And I'll do anything but I won't fuck Mariah Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed cause she got a forehead just like Tyra I can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retired Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires These niggas is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet
(Dr. Dre) Look out for Detox
(CHORUS)
(Breakdown)
How We Do featuring 50 Cent작곡:Andre R. Young,C. Jackson,J. Taylor,M. Elizondo
(Hook - 50 Cent) This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
(Verse I - Game) Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Chrome hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
(Verse II - 50 Cent) I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cuz I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
(Hook)
(Verse III - Game) I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
(Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent) (50 Cent) 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time (Game) You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun (50 Cent) Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my Ba, Retta The dra-ma, setta Sip Am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
(The Game) Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga
(The Game) I got shit on my chest, I must confess Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome My pops left me in a foster home I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes I've been rappin for a year and a half, my life is real Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal - I was almost killed Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun That's somethin I gotta teach my son
(Chorus: Faith Evans) I don't need your love, no no no no I don't need your love Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it I don't need your love, no I don't need your love I don't need your love Cause, the, game, don't, change
(The Game) I heard they got Bloods in New York now Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name New car, new house, and sometimes friends change And you don't need that love, when you G's like us And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win? No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga *FUCK* The Source Plus them awards I don't need And them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don't bleed We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite So I'ma drown in my own sorrows Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga cause reality is
(Chorus w/ variations + ad libs)
(The Game) I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones Dre cut me a check, I'm gone Tryin to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please So I roam through the city like the ghost of E Gotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be Nuttin between all my niggaz that's close to me In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot On my block in the Coupe readin kites from prison I got niggaz doin life in prison All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war
(Verse 1) To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch And I can't forget My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted Thermals under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit And I'm proud of it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got niggas doing life in the state pen So I dread like Jamaicans If I die for one of my statements Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement
(Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal
(Verse 2) Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write Get my reebok deal done Or Im staying in Air Nikes Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels Let's roll Through the city of god Where LA niggas train to kill Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie Dre we to close aint no turning back homie Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah Let me paint this picture While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear And every nigga who ever helped me get here
(Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal
(Verse 3) One brick, two brick The boy moving weight Now three bricks, four bricks I'm driving upstate Five Bricks, six bricks The nigga got cake Not rap money, but money been rap since ‘88 Look at the world we live in Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch Leave him chopped up like freddy's face Niggas catching feelings Cause I'm about millions And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest You a close second nigga, A banana to a guerilla Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ‘em The best of both worlds Rapping and drug dealing Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village The head honcho, staring out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills condo With two long ass heats I call ‘em Shaq and Alonzo You niggas want me outta L.A. Yeah I know
(Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal
Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal
(Verse 1) First thing's first (Aftermath), The Chronic is back This is indo produced by Timbo Game ova, naw the nwa chain choka Is burnin rubber inside the range rova Chain smokin', Purple Haze, this ain't Anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre The rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pac Hold up, Timb stop. I said this anotha memorial For Makaveli and Big Pac, g-g-g-g-g! Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1 Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units All black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo 50 Cent know I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin' wit Timbo
(Chorus) Girl if you got a big back lemme pin that Show me where ya friends at we can flip that Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) I show you where the bloods at where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Reburn!
(Verse 2) I ain't got the west on my shoulda, got the west In the backseat of the rova. ridin on dubs, nigga I'm westcoastin'. the next hova from the home of The best doja, makin all that racket, i got the u.s. open Stunt on me I'll leave you wit ya chest open, vest broken Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g! I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's. bitches screamin 'let me ride', it must be the shoes. red and black g6's Red dot on the glock, I'm goin 3x platinum dawg how Do I stop? I'm hot
(Chorus)
(Verse 3) My unit is gorilla, fuck with me my familia, I will kill ya. i know that boy not familia(r), But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em (is Compton in the house?) without a doubt I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about. You know the one that introduced new york to The beach cruiser, got em puttin red and blue Strings in they G-Units. get groupie luv, Tell em to keep movin, if I gotta problem wit a bitch I let eve do it. unless she got on la perla And I can see through it, I don't just let her ride I give her the keys to it. me n my bitch layed back In the coupe, I'm movin in the neighborhood i ain't Passin through. I woulda been here afta snoop, But i slowed down and showed Timbaland how to iron a Khaki suit.
(Chorus)
Start From Scratch featuring Marsha Of Floetry작곡:Andre R. Young,J. Taylor,S. Storch
(Intro) Aight What the fuck are you lookin at self You want a piece of me Ahh man shit The story of my life...
(Verse 1) If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit Same red bandana same 45th Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit Same telephone booth same connect That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest Same bloody t-shirt same address Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck Homie if I could make 94 today I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A. I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal I got too many dead homies Fuck a rap career I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga tez Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday If I could bring back my homeboy charles he would say...
(Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back
(Verse 2) Homie if I could rewind the hands of time I would of cut of the PS2 at 12:49 Nigga I'm a gangsta I stay on my grind Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9 I was 2 beeps away from a flatline When you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shine Dre said its my turn He call it game time 23" lexanis bitches call him ?lebron? I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind Bring baby luny back at the drop of a dime He let off a whole k Got shot 1 time That was a coo nigga I wish he had 9 lives My brother devon died coz he chased the cat This a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla back I got a confession to make its called payback If y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at
(Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back
(Verse 3) I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday When pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds lay Would have told Vita to stay sober When niggas beg for mercy That mean the beef is over Told meesh to take the porsche back Drive a rover Told slim hit reverse on that hardtop nova I would've change a couple of lines when I wrote soldier So I wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder My life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion I've been front to back Side to side Level my 6 4 frame out Keep on rollin Keep your family far away and your enemys closer Picture The Source suckin Benzino's dick Tryna be the big fish in the pond You know how them piranhas get You dead when dat green line go flat If you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that
(Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back
If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back
(Verse 1 - Game (DRE)) What happened in hip hop That got Pac and Big shot The thicks plots Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself tote a gun And know to run then get shot Ive been there before Now im fuckin with Doc (Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers) If not i push rocks Anticipatin my encarceration Media think im fakin like Mason But when it comes to mase Fuck Off Kelly i dont take it in the face I find out who sprayed it I'm putting you under the pavement No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can save him Im far from religious But i got beliefs, so i put Cannary yellow diamonds In my jesus piece I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years While everybody else dropped Now i understand why NAS Did a song with his pops
(CHORUS x2)
Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY
(Verse 2)
If i die my niggas, fuck it I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas Got a hook from Faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought i spit in his face Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred C's If you cross my T I'll dot your Eyes You do life in a cementary Ill do mine with Shyne Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finger up Fuck the world Cause im feelin like Puff When Life After Death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost my best friend Im the second dopest nigga From compton u'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha)
(Game (Commentator)) (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybacks, Is that a shot at Jay?) Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of Respect for Jay You know what im saying I never take shots at legends Thats just something i dont do
(Verse 3 - Game (Busta)) Let me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son, duke is sick) The prodigee' of Doc Dre. I could finally put the shoes on Now that the rumors of Rakim and Q gone They say truth hurts Sunk, like quick sand Dont stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feelin It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After i sell 5 million If i tell you i aint Game And i dont know Dre. You gonn do me like X-Zibit And cut half of my face? I take all the credit For putting the west Back on the map If you aint feelin that Guess I'm Gorilla Black!!!
(CHORUS x1)
Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY
미국의 수 많은 음악 프로듀서들 가운데 가장 영악한 인물을 꼽아본다면 아마 닥터드레(Dr.dre)가 빠지지 않을 것이다. 눈치 챈 사람들은 무슨 얘기인지 잘 알 것이다. 디스코 음악부터 시작해 80년대에는 다양한 올드 음악들을 버무리며 그룹 N.W.A.로 갱스터 랩의 문을 여는가 하면, 지펑크(G-Funk)라는 새로운 장르를 고안해낸 인물이 드레이다. 하지만 지펑크의 인기가 미지근해지자 과감히 자신의 스타일을 버리고 후에는 새로운 음악을 시도하며 이전의 인기(혹은 몸값)를 다시 얻고 있다. 이걸 한 마디로 좋게 압축하면 '눈썰미가 좋은 행동'이고 나쁘게 말하면 '돈 벌이에 혈안이 된, 줏대 없는 행동'일 것이다. 양자 간에 어떤 말이 옳든 간에 닥터드레는 확실히 성공했다. 자신의 힙합 음반사인 Afterm...
