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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(tash) yo, ro'gram where you at homey?
(j-ro) At nighttime I'm on the prowl, and I'm livin foul like blackula Got a microphone made out of chrome shaped like a spatula Cause I'm flippin rhymes at three times the speed of lightning You dare to compare to the golden bear it's kind of frightening You can meditate, til you levitate, but never rate Higher than a seven/eight, yeah I had to set em straight I know you feelin these, I ramsack yo' facilities I'm ill at ease, with these mc's, who ain't got no abilities (get at me) I make mc's, run out like batteries I roll the bleeze and then I blow like cannonball adderly You try to get with likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough Cold enough You try to get with likwit but yo' brew ain't cold enough Cold enough (tash) Ahhhh, y'all ain't even gotta clue what my clique gon' do Fast money, fast cars, niggaz sleep until two My likwit niggaz roundezous, we cop kung-fus and split em When "the freaks come out at night" catash be right wit em Stone-faced, but only when I'm loaded wit funs Big guns, I'll make you do the nestea plunge I only came to have some fun but I get caught up in the rapture I don't even write lyrics no more, I manufacture Cold shit, you know that old gold shit, that raw shit That drunken alkahol shit that make you say, "ahhh shit!" Them motherf**kers is too slick for michael We be creepin up on you like police on bikes It's the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight It's the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it.. (e-swift) Me and my niggaz out lookin for a party to crash Mashed out to long beach but we stop for some gas I pull in first, catash pulled in last J-ro steady rollin blunts of the moroccan hash (tash) Since it's all about the cash, we ? ? on that smash Hit up four-five and carson, scoop xzibit and brad The sounds beatin so hard it's vibratin my glass Blast, plus we drivin way too fast (e-swift) Slow down, you can't crash the whip Slow down and hit a dip Cause I paid a lot of money for this ? ? kit We runnin late for a show, we got this money to get The nightlife'll have you caught up in all types of shit (tash) Like what? Like this, like that, like that like this I drink st. ide's, I don't be f**kin with crist' Cause we the type of clique that need to drink somethin stronger When tha liks is in the house, the party last longer (e-swift) I dedicate this song to, bitches and thugs Who party down at the club and show tha liks love Even with creatine, injected in your spleen You couldn't compete with my all-star likwit team (tash) Cause tha liks reign supreme of all hip-hop scenes We heard about your bougie party, bumrushed it in jeans And still pulled the hoes most likely to succeed Where that nigga j-ro? -- most likely smokin weed It's the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight It's the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight (j-ro) Yo, check it out (uh-huh) Turn up the level more so I can hear the shit forever more I came out of nowhere, like predator That's a metaphor, if you rap-impaired, you might say what happened there While the b-boys clap and cheer, bring that beat back in here! Nighttime is the right time to write rhymes Why you wanna bite mine? I blow you away like white lines I think you better let it go, get yo' ass off my pedestal Before you need attention, and it's gonna be medical If rap was basketball I'd have the earl the pearl handles I drink everything but jack daniels Rap scandals, don't interest me, I don't get dressy Tha liks rock the shows but leave the whole crowd messy It's the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight It's the middle of the -- hype, night All the ladies looking -- right, right My likwit niggaz keep it -- tight, tight Rowdy niggaz wanna -- fight, fight |
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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(j-ro)
I get drunk and I stumble to the mic Stay drunk all week, I'm at my peak like pike I'm never at my peak, I'm killin fifth after fifth I drink mo' 40's than tash and e-swift (hell naw!!) Uh-huh, I drink more than both of y'all (no you don't!) I hold more liquor than a bank on crenshaw And tash you can't drink brew, you know you the nigga who (what? ) Be all on yo' nads, after just a swig or two (tash) Nigga you trippin, must be that zima you was sippin Yo' accountant couldn't count how many bottles I be grippin And flip it in the trash cause I downed em with ease While you on yo' knees -- about to pass somebody yo' keys I even had to pay the taxi (what? ) the last time you asked me (uh) You start off on yo' feet but always wind up on yo' back g Bro you should know you can't drink with ri-co While you down yo' shit slow, I'm on my ninth cuervo (e-swift) Aiyyo at every single show, you be layin on the flo' Swearin up and down, you neva gonna drink no mo' But I get to' up, from the flo' up, and never throw up One little wine cooler and you wanna beat yo' hoe up I never call it quits, I don't know my own limit This alkaholik shit is for real, it ain't a gimmick You might f**k around and catch a liver disease F**kin with these likwit mc's, hip-hop drunkies Don't you think it's bout time (time) To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do Don't you think it's bout time (time) To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew (tash: these niggaz can't drink..) (alkaholiks) Curvoiseir, coke and rum Alize and one-five-one Heineken, hennesey Juice and gin, brass monkey (j-ro) Yo, I pledge allegiance to the bottle, the cup and the can In front of the bar, that's where I stand And to the alcohol, for which I fall And the cold porcelain in the bathroom stall One drunk nation under God inebriated With liberty and justice to anyone who's faded Drink drink drunk until I can't hack it Until the little man fall off the horse on my polo jacket ("when I get drunk..") *burrrrrrrrp* once again I spent all my yen on ten bottles of gin Likwit til I'm stiff, damn I love this riff The ro gotta go, I pass the mic to e-swift (e-swift) I drink a lot of beers, my life's a black version of cheers Everyday sit at the bar and take shots with my peers I've been doin this for years, ain't no amateurs here I've been drinkin 40's longer than most niggaz careers I've got the bitches grinnin while the whole world is spinnin You suffer from double vision and I'm just beginnin You always pass out, wake up, and don't remember me You could write a book with all your hangover remedies I thought you knew, I've been drinkin since high school While I down this olde english, you sippin your o'douls I'm makin beer runs at ten minutes to two While you still sippin on your first motherf**kin brew Don't you think it's bout time (time) To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do Don't you think it's bout time (time) To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew (alkaholiks) Curvoiseir, coke and rum Alize and one-five-one Heineken, hennesey Juice and gin, brass monkey (tash) Aight, uhh, uhh, uhh A lot of niggaz can't drink, but hoes is even worse They order three drinks but can't finish the first I see em reachin in they purse about to roll that sack of weed Knowin that's the combination that they really don't need Cause girls take a sip, get f**ked up quick Pass out, wake up, ("what's this? ? ") it's a dick!! Baby girl you lookin sick, you lookin plastered like a poster You was talkin all that shit, now you need some alka seltzer You wobblin, weeblin, f**kin up your eve-nin That smoke that you breathin got that ass on spin While yo' homegirls is like, ("where the f**k you been? ") In the girl's bathroom, f**ked up since ten Yeah I seen her, she thought she was a graceful ballerina Now that ass is too drunk to drive herself to the marina So she comin home with me because, I don't give a f**k Might f**k an ugly bitch, but "only when I'm drunk" Don't you think it's bout time (time) To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do Don't you think it's bout time (time) To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew Don't you think it's bout time (time) To get yo' drink on, whatcha wanna do Don't you think it's bout time (time) To get yo' fade on.. with the likwit crew (tash) you're all f**ked up now! Like this y'all (*e-swift cuts and scratches "when I get drunk"*} (tash) we doin big thangs, knahmsayin? Ha ha, we f**ked up now! You know what's goin down, alkaholiks Got my niggaz up in this motherf**ker My niggaz and you know it I ain't solo.. I ain't dolo.. |
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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(Tash)
Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh Rap niggaz, we dippin individuals Some of us be frontin, some of us is really criminals Swimmin in the women and money we never had, it's sad Rap could turn a good nigga bad But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro Whats up though, I'm still the same nigga, a superfreak I blow a G a week, catch me burnin rubber up the street Rap niggaz, always smokin indo So everytime we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists Rap money, we get that shit and blow it We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A. Let me get that Chorus: Raekwon the Chef Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds Be like all them niggaz on it Which side rock the most, it don't matter cause it get notes Meet you on the left side of the boat Coast, drivin it most, we like where them niggaz go We like everywhere, party where the fans go It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype Got ya station in a smash right (Tash) My Likwit niggaz made a killin We dropped three albums and got the whole world dancin on the ceilin So I'm feelin like the villian that cracked that safe's combo My nigga had some hoes, I told him shoot em through my condo He shot em through, they peeped my CD through They startin askin questions, but fuck the interview What y'all really wanna do? They said, "Pop the Crist'" I said you like rap? Well wrap ya mouth around this! Rap niggas, young niggaz ballin We on the motorcyles doin ninety down my hall and with the gold chain swingin fallin to the street This rap life got us buyin shit we don't need We don't need the jet skis but let's buy em, just to try em We splashin out the Lex and got all the ladies eyein us now, and we don't fuck around with no wife Cause all my niggaz is livin the rap life Chorus (Raekwon the Chef) First of all before we move on Shit is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon Mergin in the suburbs, gettin raw with greenery herb Real ill niggaz smack birds Fat words showin proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill Smack a blackbird, jettin in an Ac-hurse Big Jim stay grinnin in a six spinnin it kid Nigga who flex, lex threw ten in him Stand posin blowin shit, coast from east and west We rockin our vest, cannon might roast you High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer Rockwilder Who wilder, slang bit niggas on the collar Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow Shinin like a lamp post, my camp post Cream leather green leaves forever Goin to do whatever, corns and crab niggaz, they roll together What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz High like sixteen niggaz over ten bags Real niggas gon ride, fake niggaz gon slidide Check the next issue faggot in the vidibe (Tash) Rap drama, the drama never calms I be on the celly phone trippin off my baby moms Tryna make her understand I get paid to rhyme I don't show up at your job, so don't show up at mine! Cause there's no biz like shobiz if y'all niggaz ask me Show money, that's like pimpin, cause we get it tax free Catch a check for 33, cut straight from SRC Take it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no I.D. Rap women, they always be around us Cause we from out of town and they be lovin out of towners Wash up in motherfuckas like a T.V. evangelist Cause they from where they from and we straight from Los Angeles Rap money (Rae) |
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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(tash)
Smoke this blunt Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99 I'm glad you all could make it As you can see admission was free this smoke fest this year All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (sixty bucks? ? !!) Catashtraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in twenty-four karats If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents 'cause tash f**k it up, don't twist it up wit luck My style is cold like I bought it off the icecream truck Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer Tash be partied down as f**k swingin off the chandelier Tash be here, tash be there Tash be everywhere it's poppin I'm here to let you know f**kin wit me's not an option 'cause tash is my name, tash'll start it wit a bang Tash'll end it wit a *gun shots* that's not the same thing Tash'll split your frame, tash swings like gold chains I be rollin wit king t, and we all in the same game But enough about catash, let's talk about some skrill You know it's bout to pop if likwit crew is on the bill You can ask my nigga phil how real this is, the weed Smoke fest '99 burn something to the beat *tash in background* Damn man, y'all came all the way from where, man? "all the way from mobile, alabama." Oh yeah, you came to smoke some blunt? "yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby." Smoke, smoke fest time (big boi) Yeah yeah yeah I was lookin to get my skull blowed up like kid dynamtie The time is right Be ridin the track so fiercely that it seems I'm already high tonight But I'm not though just on them black & mild's And people thinkin I'm the wild one 'cause I be flippin And rippin the track and verbally attackin on yo' style for fun Higher soul but to please myself I gotta be composin that fly shit And you notifying alkaholiks daily So punk muf**ker you better dub bitch What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are still in the trap I mean the dope spot, but the slangin got my snappin like the rope hot I can be the player you wanna bust wit Or nigga you don't even wanna go f**k wit Or nup wit, you suck dick, so why you all up on my nuts quick I hold the microphone and that's wit a vice grip Really tightly, and I'm keepin the words crystal clear So you gon' correct when you try to bite thee Very nicely, aquemini my nigga, not a pisces But I likely, gon' fetch a sack of that green stuff While I write g, yeah yeah right (dre) Yeah, check this out yeah Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin while his folk in the next cell Tappin wit some spoons, we do rank the boom boom Fresh off a planet wit sand dunes and maroon moons Soakin wet wounds, titty tanglin tunes Musty under arms, soul shlong charm Bump off in the drums, rhythm on the one Stankonious under smellin where I'm comin from son The day you bone is when you start to die The time in between us will mean the most, I toast my high Shit gets so bad, I know it make you wanna cry But suck it up, button up, go ahead and do your thing For I'm already high Smoke, smoke fest time (phil the agony) Yo yo yo Whenever I'm writing, you can call me philly titan Receiting to you an interview like phil donahue Me and my crew, translate los angeles Scandalous, like watergate Phil on the break, phil on the break Phil/fill in the blank, it feels bad like gettin shanked File up your taxes, I'm writin exact on my axis From my head down to my air max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ? deadly gases? My name is jason when I fill out my application To the nation, niggas is gonna get in filled what they facin Phil/feel the ration, phil/feel the adrenaline I penetrate like penicillin, niggas be like "phil is illin!" Phil is willin and ready Phil is raw like eddie Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti Deadly, phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain Niggas be like "he sayin phil again, phil again, phil again" Smoke, smoke fest time (tash) Hey hey hey Peace rap world, I'd like to make a special announcement right about now We have a special guest that just stepped in the house You know this man, he the smokiest cat in rap music He goes by the name of the doctor greenthumb, smoke em out (b-real) Now I be, rollin and smokin And holdin the golden sack When my lungs be gettin swollen, hittin the bong foldin For chronic ironic, growin the hydroponic We got it, robotic hits you on melodic tricks of sonic Smoke fest, expandin your chest Buddah bless best, for you to step back 'cause your lyrics are like cess weed Yes indeed, the session you need to retrieve it It's ten niggas in a circle smokin a spliff, believe it Retrieve it, over the counter, can you conceive it I give you doctor greenthumb digits, don't repeat it The brew crew and the buddah masters together Gettin you higher and f**kin you up that much faster Six sacks, blunt leafs, pipes and bong-bowls All be gettin smoked at the buddah head shows Excuse me if it seems too complicated The herb I hold is platinum while yours is nickel plated Let me mash out, I'm breakin the stash out, the hash out I roll into the studio and smoke my nigga tash out Wit that doctor greenthumb shit, know what I mean? 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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(lv)
Ya ya yah.. (4x) (tash) It's almost 2000 y'all; So this gon' be the night.. While you trippin off yo' car, yo' girls is trippin off ours If we want, what you got, nigga reach for the stars This is it y'all, everybody ride wit us I devised a masterplan to take out the counterfitters I'ma start with the west coast, show em how we rock it Keep it pumpin through the summer, stuff them chips up in my pocket Super-saki gin'll keep my style all in your grill Every where you turn catash last seen in baldwin hills On the phone makin deals, for x amount of scrill Nine-nines is mine, it's time to recognize the real Then I swing it through the bay where all the homies wanna blaze Rap life, the goin craze, smoke an ounce in two days When phase one complete it's fifty states to invade Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo Smokefest, nine-nine, peep the whole scenario Tash rock material to make your girl jump up Never touch the mic until the soundman pump the ? ? up Yo yo, roll that dub up, three 6'll "tear da club up" There's no way to describe how tash'll f**k yo' mug up Chorus: lv Movin around from coast to coast, money ain't no joke We're havin it our way (all day everyday) everyday (all day everyday) Land my feet on solid ground, no time to f**k around We're doin it our way.. ooooooh yeahhh (tash) Tash rules everything around you, bread, get the money I gotta keep my whole team fed Cause like pmd said, we gotta take it to length Cause if you hang with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th So on the strength of makin dollars, tash'll touch any scene Catch a flight to new york city, cause all money is green Let em see supreme west coast in up-close And if there's any beef I'll roast and crack you with a golden molson Bottle, the mass will throttle, what a rollo Tash come in peace but y'all won't let the beef die though I lost my black movado in that bullshit fight I got drunk and laughed about it up in washington heights With my homeboy dee (what) my homeboy ooze (uhh) I spent the night in jail off that hennesey and juice Cause new york city that's a wild ass town That's why guiliani ass tryin to lock shit down, right now Chorus (tash) Tell em l.. So lights, camera, action -- you're on Get it ricky ric' -- what's wrong? my weed gone! Who stole it? -- I don't know, y'all motherf**kers tell me I broke it up and left the room to get a light from lv I came back and like poof! everybody's lookin boggled It only took a sec to get rollo'ed, by chicago But everybody know at a chi-town show They like to keep it, g-h-e-t-t-o This time I let it go, but next time I'll have to blast ya Cause tash be checkin shows from alaska to nebraska So if somebody ask ya - who the tightest on this? Tell them niggaz big tash, and his homies tha liks Chorus 2x (tash) That's right y'all This unity in the community night, knahmsayin? I don't give a f**k where you from, it's party time East coast west coast down south we don't give a f**k We came to get sweaty in this motherf**ker So all the ladies.. all the ladies.. hahahaha Woo! I wish I could sing like that nigga.. |
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(carl thomas)
Treats me the same Treats you the same Ohh, treats me the same Treats you the same Ohh, nobody Ohh, nobody (tash) You know what? it's hella lonely at the top when you rich without a girl It's me against the world, but that's how my world twirl So let that shit spin cause i'ma play it to the end Sometime you gotta make decisions: your woman or your friends? My friends come first My females is secondary The last girl I had was this bad ass secretary Her name was yvonne - that bitch thought she was the bomb But I knew it wouldn't work, I never took her home to moms You know havin a ball not givin my all Holdin hands down the hall at the crenshaw mall She used to look at me and saw no flaws at all We was close - she walked around my house in her draws But after all the good times you know comes the rain I had to cut that bitch off for some shit I can't explain I blamed it on her trip and she blamed it on my fame I got cupid lookin stupid But that's a part of the game (carl thomas) Ohh the game owes nothin to nobody So I'm tellin you this from the start If you find you've been decieved by another Then you better just trust in your heart (tash) So all the ladies wave your hands if you down wit your man I know them two kids you got wasn't part of the plan What this world is a twist; if it ain't that it's this I like the kinda girl that tatoo niggaz names on they wrist Tash on your tit That's the kinda girl I need After work, feeds her seeds then smokes a little weed Low key; that's how my girl gon' be But I ain't found her yet and she ain't found me So I'm lookin For all the sexy hoes that ain't tooken Carl put me down with this bad broad from brooklyn But all I do is hit - no spark, no flame I got cupid lookin stupid But that's a part of the game Chorus (tash) I know this love song I'm writin ain't flashin your excitement But when you least expect it love will strike you like some lightning That's why I'm here to warn ya These girls in california, they'll take you to the cleaners If you let 'em put it on ya (put what? ) You know the little wifey deluxe That'll have your friends and family rentin a tux That's why you gotta keep it p.i. So even if your buck stop You got the type of girl that'll walk you to the bus stop True love- That's kinda hard to find when you rhyme I'm 27 now and it's 1999 But i'ma find mine; matter fact, what's yo name? -trust in yo heart- but that's a part of the game |
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from Tash - Rap Life [Explicit Version] (1999)
(feat. Phil Da Agony, Xzibit)
[Intro:] [Tash] Likwit Crew baby We bout to take this one ghetto, ghetto Universal universe The solar system, the solar system This is goin' out to The Detroit homies The Cleveland homies The Sacramento homies The Oakland homies The Florida homies The Atlanta homies New York homies Jersey homies Texas homies Arkansas homies World wide [Verse 1:] [Tash] I got a lot off friends But how many Tru Homies The kinda if I go to jail, They on they way for me The kinda if I go to jail, They on they way for me Don't get around no trick And try to act if you don't know me Homie, this is likwit family, We all in together If that bitch will eat a pussy Tell that bitch she was your brother You share and share a light, That's how we do with one and other You just met that bitch tonight And now you actin' like you love her Fuck you, you a whore I gotta keep it real I shook a Nigga quick, End up with J and Phil J is from the backtown Phil is from the ville These my diamond motherfuckers And my Niggas shoot to kill Even if we clock a meal So money ain't the issue If you in some bullshit I'm in that shit with you Can't let no bullets hit you If you die I won't forget you Likwit takin' over 99 it's official We hit you were it hurt, Until your mind don't work Run 'em over on my turf Drives a Nigga berserk So their ain't no way about to Walhalla And you surround her All I gotta do is lie to somebody, And getting pounded We run triple foul Killa-Cal with the style [?], bow wow, right now Cause this is how we do it If you know me, homie show me I am my brothers keeper, That's what my daddy told me [Chorus:] [Xzibit] We're about 45 deep, where we all go to The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew We only roll with a chosen few, true homeboys Only separate the real Niggas from the decoys Killafornia B-Boys, I got ya back automatically They wanna get through you, they gotta go through me About 45 deep, where we all go to The uncontainable, ungradible Likwit crew [Verse 2:] [Phil Da Agony of Barbershop MC's] Phil Da Ag, Xzibit and Tash, the true homies The bottom set it off, My Likwit crew will set it for me The type that always got the itchy fingers on the triggers Yo my Niggas go ahead, Tash [?] X shown in for all of my best friends The cash that I was walkin' turned me hop into the Benz My friends say when I die, They carry me before they bury me [?]My friends, that be fuckin the French women that marry's me? My [?] who give a fuck if I stopped breathin' Better relax Nigga and start bleedin', y'all my [?] I could pass out, black out or be out on the concrete The urgency technique, You have learned to see at the street Phil the Agony on defeat Likwit fleet is rollin' deep Rollin' well with laser beams on they heat If I get kidnapped, tied up, beaten and strapped My kids'll still kick in the ransom to get me back [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Xzibit] Never ever rat on your friends We make moves like identical twins I'm talkin' dirt, bitches and ends All around the map to sett 'em choppin' Los Angeles Took the route, I hold it down, While other Niggas abandon us The city of lost angels We work the angles like a crime syndicate ?Flash Bentley on the benedict? Screamin' Likwit, hit you automatic We could benefit You ain't are listed in the rage You just an immigrant But rhyme just together is tougher than leather Niggas die for whatever I clear the whole street When I let my sweater And let it rain with the baretta Provoke insanity, when you talkin' with my family Front line, first stream, Alkaholik regime Carried away or get cut from the team Me and my brothers stick together, cause that's all we got And I'ma have my Niggas back till my caps pop [Chorus] [Outro:] [Tash] Uh, It's all love It's all love [?] Now let me shout it out to; All the Chicago homies The Northern Ohio homies Seattle, D.C, Virginia L, I now y'all homies get it right Tru Homies |
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from Tash - Rap Life [Clean Version] (1999)
(lv)
Ya ya yah.. (4x) (tash) It's almost 2000 y'all; So this gon' be the night.. While you trippin off yo' car, yo' girls is trippin off ours If we want, what you got, nigga reach for the stars This is it y'all, everybody ride wit us I devised a masterplan to take out the counterfitters I'ma start with the west coast, show em how we rock it Keep it pumpin through the summer, stuff them chips up in my pocket Super-saki gin'll keep my style all in your grill Every where you turn catash last seen in baldwin hills On the phone makin deals, for x amount of scrill Nine-nines is mine, it's time to recognize the real Then I swing it through the bay where all the homies wanna blaze Rap life, the goin craze, smoke an ounce in two days When phase one complete it's fifty states to invade Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo Smokefest, nine-nine, peep the whole scenario Tash rock material to make your girl jump up Never touch the mic until the soundman pump the ? ? up Yo yo, roll that dub up, three 6'll "tear da club up" There's no way to describe how tash'll f**k yo' mug up Chorus: lv Movin around from coast to coast, money ain't no joke We're havin it our way (all day everyday) everyday (all day everyday) Land my feet on solid ground, no time to f**k around We're doin it our way.. ooooooh yeahhh (tash) Tash rules everything around you, bread, get the money I gotta keep my whole team fed Cause like pmd said, we gotta take it to length Cause if you hang with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th So on the strength of makin dollars, tash'll touch any scene Catch a flight to new york city, cause all money is green Let em see supreme west coast in up-close And if there's any beef I'll roast and crack you with a golden molson Bottle, the mass will throttle, what a rollo Tash come in peace but y'all won't let the beef die though I lost my black movado in that bullshit fight I got drunk and laughed about it up in washington heights With my homeboy dee (what) my homeboy ooze (uhh) I spent the night in jail off that hennesey and juice Cause new york city that's a wild ass town That's why guiliani ass tryin to lock shit down, right now Chorus (tash) Tell em l.. So lights, camera, action -- you're on Get it ricky ric' -- what's wrong? my weed gone! Who stole it? -- I don't know, y'all motherf**kers tell me I broke it up and left the room to get a light from lv I came back and like poof! everybody's lookin boggled It only took a sec to get rollo'ed, by chicago But everybody know at a chi-town show They like to keep it, g-h-e-t-t-o This time I let it go, but next time I'll have to blast ya Cause tash be checkin shows from alaska to nebraska So if somebody ask ya - who the tightest on this? Tell them niggaz big tash, and his homies tha liks Chorus 2x (tash) That's right y'all This unity in the community night, knahmsayin? I don't give a f**k where you from, it's party time East coast west coast down south we don't give a f**k We came to get sweaty in this motherf**ker So all the ladies.. all the ladies.. hahahaha Woo! I wish I could sing like that nigga.. |
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