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Cam’ron

[Intro] Let me tell y'all a lil' story about myself This right here is a true story, check it out though, uhh... [Verse 1] Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my attitude: arrogant, cocky, rude Eating off papi food, used to be a stocky dude Weighed two-twenty, with two honeys, I move money It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy I become berserk, it was no fun to work Every day my stomach hurt, ripping off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishing Throwing up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassing Regurgitating: green, yellow, burgundy, boom But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh) In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage They said pimping symptoms, huh, a dope addict There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again You might also like[Verse 2] Never mind stunting, dime puffin, doc spent his time fronting He like a bad detective, he ain't find nothing Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie dinner (why is that?) My son growing up, I'm looking like the movie Thinner I'm thinking suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh) What hurt my baby moms asking if I'm getting high She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love If it ain't hustling ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all) I'm losing weight though, every day pounds of muscle Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle Bein sick, huh, it get sickening you know I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's You know my attitude, get it how I get it If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot And oops, I thought I had it mapped Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend Dame mane I pained again [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again [Verse 3] Killa! Ayo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishing Had to go low, The Mayo Clinic, Minnesota I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram Laparoscopy, endoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed) The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS And that's irritable bowel child, I had to spit it y'all Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all Get it, get it, get it, get it? [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again1

Comics and Games

Pussy Monster

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Uh, uh, uh David Banner on the beat, bitch Uh, uh I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? Now can I eat you? Mmm [Verse 1] I gotta taste for you, now what you wanna do? Girl, you cold, let me suck out your flu Girl, you cold, girl, you cool You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well, girl, you food Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew And I just stood over my stew and just blew And when there is no more you in the soup I remove my spoon and drink your juice You wanna do me? Do what you wanna do And if her job is to blow, you could bet she blew Mic check, one, two, how's about one, two P-L-A-Y because I don't have a clue But when I find out, I'ma show and tell you When I lift my top lip, I could still smell you When I swallow my spit, I could still taste you Put that pussy in my face every time I face you It go P-U-S-S-Y Because it's the reason I am alive Mama, I need it to stay alive It's like I gotta eat it just to survive You might also like[Chorus] Hi, I'm the pussy monster, the pussy monster The pussy monster, the pussy monster And you gotta feed me Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a (Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy) I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? Now can I eat you? [Verse 2] Now let me get back to her She call me Dracula, and I'll vacuum her Catfish, catfish, that cat, tuna I'll smack it up flip it like a spatula Lil' Chris said 'Run It' and I tackled ya' Baby, can I be the worm in ya apple butt? Now go and back it up, and if you back it up I'll suck the front of that pussy from the back of ya And I'm a urban legend like a black Acura My taste buds set on a black actress (Action) The cameras is lookin' And I hope she make me eat my words 'cause my words is Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy, pussy-pussy [Chorus] Yeah, and I'm the pussy monster, the pussy monster The pussy monster, the pussy monster And you gotta feed me Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? Can I eat you? [Verse 3] I got pussy comin' to me, pussy comin' to me, pussy Now show me that pussy, I'ma show you where to put it And I could make it rain, I'm the hurricane, son Say I could make it rain, wit' my hurricane tongue Like la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Imagine if I did that with your pearl on my tongue, aha I could make that pussy talk to me (Yeah) I could make that thing jump off of you and walk to me Now walk it out, girl, walk it out, girl, walk it out, girl Pussy, pussy [Bridge] I can make that pussy start crying, baby (Ayy) And if you on fire, you know the fireman can put out the fire, baby, baby Probably 'cause it's the reason I am alive Mama, I need it to stay alive It's like I gotta eat it just to survive [Chorus] Hi, I'm the pussy monster, the pussy monster The pussy monster, the pussy monster And you gotta feed me Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy I got a, I got a, I got a, I got a I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth I got a sweet tooth, I got a sweet tooth Now can I eat you? Can I eat you? [Outro] I don't know what she thought, I don't know what she thought I don't know what she thought, I don't know what she thought I could play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar I could play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar I could play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar I could play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pussy, pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy Pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy Pussy-pussy, pussy-pussy Yeah, play wit' that pussy like I play my guitar, ow Yeah, David Banner on the beat, bitch Young Mula, baby5

Hip-HopRap

Pedal to the Metal

Wiz Khalifa

[Intro] Cool Blue Ice Things never looked this nice [Verse 1] It's the life we live, it's the price we pay 400 a zip, Imperial Rosé Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless Vow to never break your heart or a promise I got us Ain't a show off, just being honest You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars Other bitches you heard about em But you're moving forward and never backwards Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice Love to role play, you studying to be an actress What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through Maybe we can all get faded And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it Self made G, millionaire in the making Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement Face it Now you drunk and your heart's racin See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Hook] Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle Girl you look good, you remind me of a model Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] The money come in, the money go The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes So I keep it G, continually stack this paper While all them bitches chase me Won't be a net for your safety Bitch can't hold her self down Then she bound to drizzown We party in Vegas, Smokin' Pina Colada papers Travel the world, people know what our face is Waitress, bringin' 'em by the cases For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix I'm talkin' plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit Can probably make you leave your man For first class living, taking pictures in the sand 100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan So you rollin' if you know like I know Them niggas don't go where I go Gangsta [Hook] Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle Girl you look good, you remind me of a model Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah (Verse 3) Ok Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you No respect to niggas who smoke blunts wit you All wins, no loss Big house, mowed lawn No lease, owned cars Straight work, I'm my own boss [Hook] Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle Girl you look good, you remind me of a model Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah-ee, yeah, yeah3

Hip-HopRap

I’m Me

Lil Wayne

[Intro] The hottest under the sun (who dat?) Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Fuck up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight And you already know that, pimpin' Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang [Verse 1] Un-fucking-believable! Lil Wayne's the president Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been I'm married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him The ground shall break when they bury him—bury him? I know one day they got to bury him Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the Devil in People, it's just me and my guitar Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy metallin' You can get the fuckin' Led Zeppelin Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen And we hold court and take your life for a settlement Yes, I am the best—and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite I know the game like I'm reffin' it This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with You might also like[Chorus] Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire Yeah, Junior [Verse 2] It's Cash Money over everythang It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug Tied to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug And dear Mr. Ronald Williams To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim Cash Money million-heir to the throne Goin' at their heads, like hair in a comb Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen [Chorus] Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm still a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch [Verse 3] Last year they had the Grammy's and left me in Miami Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies I'm rappin' when you sleep I was rappin' when you were in jammies Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain Fuck with me, I will peel like the house's paint—let's go! Niggas don't wanna see me ‘cause I'm better in bold The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old That's when I can't hold my shit within, so I shit on myself ‘Cause I'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else I try to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin' I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff And now nothin' gonna stop me, so just envy it Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, ha ha [Chorus] Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me Baby, I'm me, so who you? Fuck you , you're not me And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire I know that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch! [Outro] The hottest under the sun (who dat?) Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Who dat?) Somebody gon die tonight And you already know that, pimpin' Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang24

Hip-HopRap

Living in Pain

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Just Blaze] Welcome to the House of Pain Just Blaze, niggas [Bridge: Mary J. Blige] There's no way out, it seems I can't get free Somebody tell me what's happened to me [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] The country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin' Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth With the extra clip for that extra shit Don't you know that a killing is thrilling? All the blood spilling is all a part of drug dealing A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug Had a .38 with the hollow point slug So when he licked shots, niggas dropped Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's, huh Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain I'm livin' in the house of pain You might also like[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me, can you can see this darkness surrounding me? Nights gettin' colder, heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're livin' in the house of pain [Verse 2: 2Pac] The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin' motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go! Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame? From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin' from my smokin' Glock And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how I'm livin', high, I'm a hustler Buckin' busters 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard? Niggas got they AK's headin' for the 'burbs Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the House of Pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Nas] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see This darkness surrounding me Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe (MJB) Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried (Be worried, niggas) 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see (Yeah, Nas) When you're livin' in the house of pain (What up, B.I., Pac?) [Verse 3: Nas] Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should 'Cause these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove' And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods But these Teflons I loaded explodin' some mugs I'm like Furious in Boyz n the Hood, but at the drive-thru I ain't runnin', I'm dumpin', crazy like a Piru And loc'd up, know how Nas do I'm callin' Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce Then we party hard, party with Nas Since there ain't no more - Mardi Gras And Bush won't apologize I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize And .45's for them suckers y'all idolize Y'all yellin' my name, but y'all soon dyin' Tryin' to portray real but they be lyin' 'Cause they want the real niggas to die so they could gain But never that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see This darkness surrounding me Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're livin' in the house of pain13

Hip-Hop

Celebration

Kanye West

[Chorus] Yeah, you know what this is It's a celebration, bitches Grab a drink, grab a glass After that, I grab yo' ass [Verse 1] Why you actin' all shy and all? Why is y'all lyin' for? "I never did this before..." Stop that What, you want some Patron? I got that I mean, I promise y'all, you fine and all And your girlfriend, she kinda raw But she not like you No, she not like you Right now, I need you to mute all the monologue All that talking is gon' give me a Tylenol You put a nigga to sleep, I'm tired of y'all Right now, The Louis Vuitton Don is signing off [Pre-Chorus] But, I just thought you should know We hit the liquor store Got some Cris' and some Mo' And we about to let it flow, oh, oh Had some problems before But see, we let 'em go Got an ounce of that 'dro And we about to let it blow, oh, oh You might also like[Chorus] Yeah, you know what this is It's a celebration, bitches Grab a drink, grab a glass After that, I grab yo' ass [Verse 2] See, you know my style, I'm very wild And I vow that my child will be well-endowed Like his daddy And tell him that your mama had a fattie He looked up at me Said, "Daddy, that's the reason why you had me?" Yep, we was practicing 'Til one day, your ass bust through the packaging You know what, though? You my favorite accident So go head, pop some Cristal for my newborn child [Chorus] 'Cause now y'all know what this is It's a celebration, bitches Grab a drink, grab a glass After that, I grab yo' ass [Post-Chorus] But, I just thought you should know We hit the liquor store Got some Cris' and some Mo' And we about to let it flow, oh, oh Had some problems before But see, we let 'em go Got an ounce of that 'dro And we about to let it blow, oh [Outro] Oh, oh We lookin' for some hoes, hoes Oh34

Hip-HopRap

The Thrill is Gone

B.B. King

[Verse 1] The thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone, baby The thrill is gone away You know you done me wrong, baby And you'll be sorry someday [Verse 2] The thrill is gone It's gone away from me The thrill is gone, baby The thrill is gone away from me Although I'll still live on But so lonely I'll be [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 3] The thrill is gone It's gone away for good Oh, the thrill is gone, baby It's gone away for good Someday, I know I'll be over it all, baby Just like I know a man should You might also like[Verse 4] You know I'm free, free now, baby I'm free from your spell I'm free, free, free now I'm free from your spell And now that it's all over All I can do is wish you well10

BluesFolk

Respect

Aretha Franklin

[Written by Otis Redding] [Verse 1] What you want, baby, I got it What you need, do you know I got it? [Chorus] All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home (Just a little bit) Hey baby (Just a little bit) when you get home (Just a little bit) mister (Just a little bit) [Verse 2] I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone Ain't gon' do you wrong 'cause I don't wanna [Chorus] All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home (Just a little bit) Baby (Just a little bit) When you get home (Just a little bit) Yeah (Just a little bit) [Verse 3] I'm about to give you all of my money And all I'm askin' in return, honey Is to give me my propers when you get home You might also like[Refrain] (Just a, just a, just a, just a) Yeah, baby (Just a, just a, just a, just a) When you get home (Just a little bit) Yeah (Just a little bit) [Instrumental] [Verse 4] Ooh, your kisses, sweeter than honey And guess what? So is my money [Chorus 2] All I want you to do for me, is give it to me when you get home (Re, re, re, re) Yeah baby (Re, re, re, re) Whip it to me (Respect, just a little bit) When you get home, now (Just a little bit) [Verse 5] R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me R-E-S-P-E-C-T, take care of T-C-B [Outro] (Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me) A little respect (Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me) Whoa, babe (Just a little bit) A little respect (Just a little bit) I get tired (Just a little bit) Keep on tryin' (Just a little bit) You're runnin' out of fools (Just a little bit) And I ain't lyin' (Just a little bit) (Re, re, re, re) Start when you come home (Re, re, re, respect) Or you might walk in (Just a little bit) And find out I'm gone (Just a little bit) I gotta have (Just a little bit) A little respect (Just a little bit)21

RBSoul

Friend of Mine

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] No, fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes All my niggas know Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, Gucci Don, you know how we play Fuckin' scandalous-ass bitches You know how it go, Gooch I meet a bitch, fuck a bitch Next thing you know, you fuckin' a bitch You just pass around shit, pass the shit like a cold and shit Fuck 'em [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim] Now when I'm fucking off gin I'm invincible Don't love no ho, that's my principle 'Cause, uh, bitches come (And uh) bitches go (Uh) That's why I get my nut and I be out the fucking door (You know) They might be the one to set me up Want to get they little brother to wet me up That's why I tote TECs and stuff, to get them off my case Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced I don't give a bitch enough to catch the bus And when I see the semen I'm leaving Bitches be scheming, I kid you not That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked One ho said, Big, why you so hard on us? Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous? Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend, bitch 'Cause when I like you, then you go and fuck my friend, bitch And you know that ain't right You might also like[Chorus] You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim] You see, I don't sweat these hoes I keep them in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds Bitches just like to play the merry-go Yeah we know, drop the scenario It was me, Dee, the MPV The blunts and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit Light the blunt clip and recognize a pimp Needless to speak, the G's obsolete Don't sleep, banged the skins in a week On the creep up the avenue I seen her on the block, who she rapping to? That's my nigga Dee, damn he got G Now she fucking him and fucking me, see You know that ain't right [Chorus] You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine, uh [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Now I play her far like a moon play a star She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap star I be cruising up the block, I be passing her Pimping hard with a female passenger And the only time I call her to hang Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gangbang She should have used her intuition Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen She's saying I dissed her 'cause I'm fucking her sister A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh But she started that fucking family She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? (True) Plus your sister look better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you So break the fuck out like a rash I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass [Chorus] You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine You know that ain't right with a friend of mine12

Hip-Hop

Who Am I (What’s My Name)?

Snoop Dogg

[Intro] Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house (The bomb) Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house Snoop Doggy, Dogg (The bomb) Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dog) [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] From the depths of the sea, back to the block Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same Long Beach is the spot where I serve my 'caine Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit So I ain't holdin nuttin' back And motherfucker, I got five on that twenty sack It's like that and as a matter of fact (Rat-tat-tat-tat) 'Cause I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Yeah, so peep out the manuscript You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit What's my motherfuckin' name? [Chorus: Jewell] Snoop Doggy Dogg (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb) Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (Dog) See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 2] It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin Yiggy yes-y'allin', Snoop Doggy Dogg in The motherfuckin' house like everyday Droppin' shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre Like I said, niggas can't FUCK with this And niggas can't FUCK with that Shit that I drop 'cause ya know it don't stop Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin' cop Tic toc never the Glock just some nuts and a cock Robbin' motherfuckers then I kill dem bloodclots Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog 'Cause I'm Snoop Doggy (Who?) Doggy (What?) Doggy Dogg [Chorus: Jewell] Snoop Doggy Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb) Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay Bow wow wow yippie-yo (The bomb) Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay Bow wow wow yippie yo yo yo yo (Dog) [Verse 3] Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (Dog) Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank And watch your step (Why?) 'cause Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll With the Dogg Pound right behind me And up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me Layin that, playin that G Thang She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what? He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim What's my motherfuckin' name? [Chorus: Jewell] Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb) Snoop Doggy Dogg Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb) Snoop Doggy Dogg (Dog) Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (The bomb) Da-da-da-da-dah Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (Dog, the bomb) [Outro: Jewell] Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg (Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay Bow wow wow yippie-yo (The bomb) Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay Bow wow wow yippie yo (The bomb)) What is, his name? (Dog) Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (Dog) (The bomb) Oh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (The bomb) Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (The bomb) And the Dogg Pound Snoopy Dogg (The bomb) Snoopy Dogg Snoopy Dogg (Dog) (Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)49

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Boss Tycoon

Mac Dre

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] I know, do re mi But no I'm not a R&B singer I'm a gangster rapper throwing up the middle finger To them square Rubik's Cubes, who don't smoke and use I'm a cutthoat boy and I got a short fuse I get kinda hyphy when I'm gone off a little gin You don't like it? Say hello to my little friend Rat-a-tat-tatta, it really don't matter I push a hard line, cross it, niggas gon' scatter I'm not the mad rapper, I'm the rapper gone bad Recording on Pro Tools at the pad I get a gang of bab; boy, I'm a sav Come through the sideshow yolkin' a cab [Hook: Mac Dre] Fuck what it cost (what it cost) I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Tycoon (Ty-tycoon) Dipped in sauce (in sauce) I floss (I floss) I-coon (I-I-coon) Fuck what it cost (what it cost) I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Tycoon (Ty-tycoon) Dipped in sauce (in sauce) I floss (I floss) I-coon (I-I-coon) You might also like[Verse 2: Yukmouth] What you know about a 600 V12 CL's Spinnin' on them Sprewells Dirty as hell like 'Fuck a detail!' Still knock yo' female Mack that bitch til' she break her Lee nails On the track in the TL, Yukmouth First week out, 80 thousand on the street sales Now I'm CEO, that's seven dollars on the retail, bitch I got niggas poppin' they collars, poppin' E pills Poppin' them bottles then poppin' them cowards with that heatelle And fuck Spitz, I get my ice from Vionnis My New York Italianni, he plug me with Spanish mamis Bitches belly dancin' like a swami, but fuck 'em I'm too cocky, poppin' that Dom P., smokin' my broccoli 'Cause I'm a million dollar man like Ted DiBiase The Feds see me, watch me, baby Liberace The wrist stay rocky, the whips stay saucy, rims glossy With mackin' ass Dre beside me, call me frosty Frosty the Snowman, the Oakland dopeman Sell more kicks than Copeland's, bitch The Oakland mayor, the Oakland Raider With the king of Vallejo, bitch, foldin' paper We tycoons, nigga [Hook: Mac Dre] Fuck what it cost (what it cost) I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Tycoon (Ty-tycoon) Dipped in sauce (in sauce) I floss (I floss) I-coon (I-I-coon) Fuck what it cost (what it cost) I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Tycoon (Ty-tycoon) Dipped in sauce (in sauce) I floss (I floss) I-coon (I-I-coon) [Verse 3: Mac Dre] I ride around town in my clean ass Benz Range Rove, Cougnut on some clean ass rims Felt like Ted Turner, I pack a lead burner Spit it, to get it, can't quit it, I'm a bread earner (ch-ching) Boss up at the 5-star telly Dre touch mo' bread than the motherfucking deli Young rich nigga, 20-inch nigga P-I-M-P, it's all on a bitch, nigga I've been getting scrill, diamonds in my grill Rep the pill, and boy do I keep it trill Show-off, that'll go off on a blade Kill like Raid and stay gone off naid Do what the fuck I wanna, got bitches on the corner Not just a thizz user, I'm a Thizz owner Sometimes I thizz, sometimes I shroom But whatever I do, I'mma stay a tycoon [Hook: Mac Dre] Fuck what it cost (what it cost) I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Tycoon (Ty-tycoon) Dipped in sauce (in sauce) I floss (I floss) I-coon (I-I-coon) Fuck what it cost (what it cost) I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Tycoon (Ty-tycoon) Dipped in sauce (in sauce) I floss (I floss) I-coon (I-I-coon)5

Hip-HopRap

Hustlin’ (Remix)

Rick Ross

[Chorus: Rick Ross] Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin' Hustle real hard (Rick Ross, Triple C's) Hustle, hustle real hard (Port of Miami, Poe Boy) Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (305 M-I-Yayo) Hustlin', hustlin', hustle (Dade County) Every day I'm, every day I'm (This Ross) Every day I'm hustlin' [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base Look ya dead in ya face now tell me how good does it taste Willy Falcon, I'm the Dow Jones Down South where them D-Boys ground zones We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand My shit bigger than yours, at the biddin' wars I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just a bigger draw I'm into distribution, I'm like Def Jam Release fish scales, scales on my desk man See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Rick Ross] Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin' Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustlin', hustlin', hustle Hustlin', hustlin', hustle Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin' [Verse 2: Jeezy] Hey, let's go Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same drawers Flat screens on my walls, floors look like bowling balls I know Big Meech, the real Big Meech It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough You know me I might pull up in an armored truck I stack big faces, I stack small faces I stack all faces, squares as white as pillowcases I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams Hit the Dodge lot I must've copped six Magnums Marriott suite, I must've used six Magnums Feds on my tail, you know them boy Six Flagged 'em Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride G-Mix, remix still talkin' white bricks Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit [Chorus: Rick Ross] Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin' Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustlin', hustlin', hustle Hustlin', hustlin', hustle Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin' [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Hold up Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss White on white, G4, hater get lost I'm in the air I don't hear niggas corny raps Ya nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back I got a honey bun, no not a chick I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred them Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundredth one 'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands With linen shorts and shades, 'case they thought you was lyin' My Louis slippers, Polo top Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha Yeah I balls a lot, now I owns the team Ricky Ross, Young Jeezy we owns the scene Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo Which means that I'm puro, which means that I'm gordo Which means that I use a G4, like an auto I'm a walkin' memorial I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that raw So nigga just let that chorus go [Chorus: Rick Ross] Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm hustlin' Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin' Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustle real hard Hustle, hustle real hard Hustlin', hustlin', hustle Hustlin', hustlin', hustle Every day I'm, every day I'm Every day I'm hustlin'3

Hip-HopRap

Shootouts

Nas

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1] Yo, release what's in me Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at It's slow, lookin' for Rambo The cop who got grazed back in the days Chasin' niggas through my project maze That cop — he got a death wish He run behind niggas until you breathless Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit! My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun) Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater I heard she brag about the way he eat her A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba She due, be lookin' weaker now, her teeth are foul Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin' Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron I heard she let Jake investigate from her window 'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five) Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now Two in the dome, he's laid down A-yo, the bitch is saved now She's livin' in a snitch grave now You might also like[Chorus] Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold See, It Was Written, but was never told Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold Niggas roll with iron Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot Fuck Jake, cock and shoot [Verse 2] Still on the streets with my peeps so deep We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn We can watch the tape, play back and just zone Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost Guzzled his drink, and staggered off He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel Something in the air, yeah Frank returned with Pierre A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend And everyone except for me had started reachin' They had gats in each others faces With kids and grandmothers around Frank's only concern was his papers My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin' We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95 [Chorus] Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold See, It Was Written, but was never told Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold Niggas roll with iron Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot10

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Lovers and Friends

Lil Jon

[Intro: Usher & Lil Jon] Usher (Lil Jon, Ludacris!) Yeah man, once again it's on (It's on) You know we had to do it again right? (We had to do it again boy!) Uh-huh, uh, yeah (I want you to sing to these ladies man) Uh oh-oh-oh, I guess I'm up first, let me at 'em Uh oh-oh-oh, check me out, let's get it [Verse 1: Usher] Baby, how you doing? Hope that you're fine Want to know what you got in mind and I Got me feenin' like Jodeci, girl I can't leave you alone Take a shot of this here Patrón and it's gon' be on V.I.P done got way too crowded I'm about to end up calling it a night She should holla at your girl, tell her that you're shaking the scene Pulled off, beep beep, shotgun in the GT with me She said, "Ohhhh! I'm ready to ride" (I was like) Yeah 'Cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind Don't mean to sound impatient but you gotta promise baby, oh! [Chorus: Usher & Ludacris] Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby) That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, I gotta know baby, oh yeah) Tell me again (Make sure you're right, oh before we begin) That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, oh it's a good look baby) It's a really good look baby, look here You might also like[Verse 2: Ludacris] Sometime wanna be your lover, sometime wanna be your friend Sometime wanna hug you Hold hands, slow dance while the record spins Opened up your heart 'Cause you said I made you feel so comfortable Used to play back then now you all grown up like Rudy Huxtable I could be your Bud, you could beat me up Play fight in the dark then we both make up I do, anything just to feel yo' butt Why you, got me so messed up? I don't know but you gotta stop tripping Be a good girl, now turn around and get these whippings You know you like it like that You don't have to fight back, here's a pillow, bite that And I'll be setting separate plays So on all these separate days, your legs can go they separate ways [Chorus: Usher] Tell me again (Tell me again my baby) That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, it's a good look baby) Tell me again (Tell me over and over and over again) That we'll be lovers and friends (Make sure you're right before you choose) [Verse 3: Lil' Jon] I's been knowing you for a long time (Shawty) But fucking never crossed my mind (Shawty) But tonight I seen something in you (Shawty) That made me wanna get with you (Shawty) You ain't been nothing but a friend to me (Shawty) And a nigga never ever dreamed we'd be (Shawty) Up in here kissing, hugging, squeezing, touching (Shawty) Up in the bathtub rub-a-dubbing (Shawty) Are you sure you wanna go this route (Shawty) Let a nigga know before I pull it out (Shawty) I would never ever cross the line (Shawty) Shawty let me hear you tell me one more time One more time [Chorus: Usher] Tell me again (Tell me again my baby) That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, it's a good look baby) Tell me again (Make sure you're right, oh before we leave) That we'll be lovers and friends (Tell me over and over and over again) [Outro: Usher, Ludacris & Lil Jon] Ah, ah-hooh, ah, ah-hooh Ah, ah-hooh, aw yeah Please tell your lovers and friends That Ursher, Jon and Luda had to do it again (Hey!) Uh, please tell your lovers and friends That Ursher, Jon and Luda had to do it again (Hey!) That's right, yeah, please tell your lovers and friends That Ursher, Jon and Luda had to do it again (Hey!)17

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No Scrubs (With Rap)

TLC

[Intro: Chilli] Oh-oh [Verse 1: Chilli & Left Eye] A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly And is also known as a busta (Busta, busta) Always talkin' 'bout what he wants And just sits on his broke ass, so [Pre-Chorus: Chilli & Left Eye] No, I don't want your number (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) No, I don't wanna give you mine and No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere (No) No, don't want none of your time and (Uh) [Chorus: Chilli & T-Boz, Left Eye] No, I don't want no scrub (Uh) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me (Woo) I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, no love) Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) Trying to holla at me [Verse 2: Chilli & Left Eye] Well a scrub checkin' me, but his game is kinda weak And I know that he cannot approach me 'Cause I'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass, so (Yeah) See TLC LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Chilli & Left Eye, Both] No, I don't want your number No, I don't wanna give you mine and (Said no) No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere No, don't want none of your time (Check it) [Chorus: Chilli & T-Boz, Left Eye] No, I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-huh, come on) Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me (Ha) I don't want no scrub (No scrubs) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, no love) Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me [Bridge: Chilli & Left Eye] If you don't have a car and you're walkin' Oh, yes son, I'm talkin' to you If you live at home with your momma Oh, yes son, I'm talkin' to you (Baby) If you have a shorty that you don't show love Oh, yes son (Yeah, yeah), I'm talkin' to you (Yeah, yeah) Wanna get with me with no money Oh no, I don't want no No (No scrubs) scrub (No love) No (No scrubs) scrub No, no (No love) No (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, no scrubs) scrub No, no, no, no (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, no love) No (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) scrub No, no (Uh, uh) [Chorus: Chilli & T-Boz, Left Eye] No, I don't want no scrub (No scrubs) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side (Yeah) of his best friend's ride, oh Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub, no A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side (Uh, uh) of his best friend's ride (Yeah) Trying to holla at me, yeah [Verse 3: Left Eye] See, if you can't spatially expand my horizons (Horizons) Then that leaves you in the class with scrubs, never risin' (Risin') I don't find it surprisin' if you don't have the Gs (Gs) To please me and bounce from here to the coast of overseas So (So), let me give you somethin' to think about (Think about) Inundate your mind with intentions to turn you out (Turn you out) Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me (In front of me) You as clear as DVD on digital TV screens (Digital TV screens) Satisfy my appetite with somethin' spectacular (Spectacular) Check your vernacular, and then I'll get back to ya (Back to ya) With diamond-like precision, insatiable is what I envision (Envision) Can't detect acquisition from your friend's Expedition Mister (Mister) Big Willy, if you really wanna know (Know, know) Ask Chilli, could I be a silly ho? (Ho, ho) Not really T-Boz and all my señoritas are steppin' on your FILAs But you don't hear me though (But you don't hear me though) [Chorus: Chilli & T-Boz, Left Eye] No, I don't want no scrub (No) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Hangin' out the passenger side (Uh) of his best friend's ride (Yeah) Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub, no (No scrub) A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me (No love) Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me74

RBSoul

Balls Out

Bloodhound Gang

[Bridge] Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick [Verse 1] I don't give a shit about celebrity But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? Me The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain Frontin' from the back of the line on some dude named After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that Cut like a jalapeño popper fart Burnin up an asshole that once ripped apart Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent Outta shape than the Cirque du Soleil ever had so Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed In the process I got to get hot chicks nude [Hook] The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's Those turnin' on those turnin' on those bitches The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's Those turnin' on those turnin' on those bitches You might also likeBalls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up [Bridge] Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick Potent is the flow which is wicked sick So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick [Verse 2] Thanks to you bitches I got more screams Than David Arquette's resume what that means Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more In a huff like that fat kid that had sat out for Every gym class due to his asthma that wore One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin' Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus Got her panties in a bunch just like his is That my face between her legs? Because that could be What convinced this dick getting' hard I'm a pussy But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of s's [Hook] The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up Balls out my life is a slut This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up1

Rock

Holiday

Vampire Weekend

[Verse 1] Holiday, oh, a holiday And the best one of the year Dozing off underneath my sheets While I cover both my ears [Chorus] But if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear [Verse 2] Holiday, still so far away Our republic on the beach I can't forget just how bad it gets When I'm counting on my teeth [Chorus] But if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear [Bridge] A vegetarian since the invasion She'd never seen the word 'bombs' She'd never seen the word 'bombs' Blown up to 96-point Futura She'd never seen an AK In a yellowy Day-Glo display A T-shirt so lovely, it turned all the history books grey You might also like[Verse 3] I got wheels, I got Cutter spray And a healthy sense of worth Half of me is the gasoline But the other half's the surf [Chorus] So if I wait for a holiday Could it stop my fear? To go away on a summer's day Never seemed so clear5

Indie Rock

So Ghetto

JAY-Z

[Intro] Back at'cha How we do Preemo, Jiggaman History in the making Let's go Ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh Uh-huh-uh-ugh, ugh I spit the murder-murder-murderous Muh-muh-muh-murderous shit Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-ugh I keep it gangsta-gangsta-gangsta Gah-gah-ga-gangsta, bitch! Feel me? Ugh I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook Uh-ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh, uh-ugh, uh-huh-ugh Yo [Verse 1] Career crook; nobody rep Brooklyn like me Jiggaman, Volume 3: I'm back lookin' like me Stop the presses; baby girls, drop your dresses B-K, lick a shot for Big Pop' in Heaven Ever since I came through, niggas got the impression Everything I drop, out of the question Stop the guessing—it's hot Flows proving; I pack 'cause my dough's moving My whole crew up in this muh'fucker We spray corners; stand there like you got a cape on you Fine—you'll be wearing a black suit a long time I put your crew in hard-bottom The priest is like, "God's got him He never did nothing to nobody, but them boys shot him" Brandish iron, outlandish buying Bentley Coupes—not bragging, just simply the truth We all from the ghetto; only difference, we go back Back up in D&D on this Primo track—listen You might also like[Chorus] I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "You know him well..." "...by the name of Jigga" I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "You can love me or hate me..." "Jay-Z" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down" (Ugh) [Verse 2] Wednesdays, I'm up in Shine; Cheetah's, Monday night I'm fucking with the model chicks Friday night at Life So I'm cruisin' in the car with this bougie broad She said, "Jiggaman, you rich, take the do-rag off" Hit a U-turn: "Ma, I'm dropping you back off" Front of the club: "Jigga, why you do that for?" Thug nigga 'til the end—tell a friend, bitch Won't change for no paper, plus I been rich Eighty-eight, been hustling; linen, been crushing 'em Women, been fucking 'em—huh? You see, I live for the love of the street Rap to the ruggedest beats, hall closet cluttered with heat I spit that murder-murder-murder, that Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit Furthermore, ma— We tote guns to the Grammys, pop bottles on the White House lawn Guess I'm just the same old Shawn [Chorus] I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "You know him well..." "...by the name of Jigga" I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "You can love me or hate me..." "Jay-Z" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down" (Check it out now) [Verse 3] I'm from the M-to-the-A-, baby, -R-C-Y So it's hard for me to let the larceny die Niggas see me in the streets with no bodyguards Just two big guns that'll body your squad 'Cause niggas be schemin' on me—probably y'all Think Jigga's a joke, nigga? Hardy-har I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust Radio's gotta play me, though I cuss too much Magazines said I'm shallow—I never learned to swim Still, they put me on they cover 'cause I earn for them Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him 'Cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them I spit that murder-murder-murderous every time A verbalist iller than Verbal Kint is, or O-Dog in Menace I'm ill, start-to-finish, I rip apart contenders—I'm hot! Hahahaha [Chorus] I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "Iceberg Slim, baby, ride rims" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "You know him well..." "...by the name of Jigga" I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "You can love me or hate me..." "Jay-Z" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "Roc-A-Fella lock the whole block down" (Ugh, ugh) [Outro] I'm so gangsta, prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me Ugh I'm so gutter, ghetto girls... Hahaha (Ugh, ugh, uh-huh-uh-ugh) Yeah Ugh, yeah, bump, yeah With me, yeah, biatch, yeah Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah Gangsta, yeah, niggas, yeah Brooklyn, yeah18

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Snakes in the Grass

Waka Flocka Flame

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Ay I’m like, make that fucker bark This gon' be hard Oh, that shit gon' be hard [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] They say Flocka tripping, shawty on that other shit I keep the crowd jumping like I'm Kris Kross, bitch I ain't gone cross over, ay, rap nigga, move over They say I ain't gone make it, so this year, I gotta show you Man, I'm known in the hood for making that fucker bark You know Flocka shoot first like John Starks 40 nights, 40 days, no Noah's ark If we was living in water, I'd be a shark I'm in the front, you in the back like Rosa Parks Got heart like Rosa Parks, ay, where the fuck to start? Don't got the gun, then I'ma use a dart I fell in love with yellow diamonds since Gucci's Bart Bitch, we shooting over here, no martial arts Oh, okay, man I'm finna go in, man, real talk, man I got nigga knowledge, your girlfriend's pussy got hella mileage I’m a street nigga, so middle finger to the college [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich See Waka Flocka Flame LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Verse 2: Cartier Kitten] Cartier, no watch, so high that my ears pop Right here, where that Lear drop, hop out yeah, like, that's hot Now where the bread? I'ma need that, boo When it off the head, I'ma need like two Nigga rich, what that make you? I'ma trigger chick, my belt, my proof Now what you want? I'ma shut this down Niggas try to front like I don't run this town Niggas try to front like I don't wreck this shit Nigga, hide the blunt, I smell the piff While I'm tipping corners, I'm rolling with foreigners My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras Got bread to blow, got a mean sixteen Turn the camera on, I'ma rep my team I'm making hits, like, back to back Y'all cute and shit, y'all try to rap Get stupid, chick, how you trying to act I'm stupid rich, no platinum plaques I'm nigga rich, boy, what you rep? No nigga business, no nigga checks Cartier [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich They say snakes in the grass, so I’ma cut this shit All these girls want is cash, so I can’t trust the bitch 12 pull up, run fast, can't go to jail for shit I got cars, ice, and hoes, shawty, I'm nigga rich6

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No Mercy

T.I.

[Chorus: The Dream] There's no mercy on me No crying myself to sleep No mercy on me Nightmares have become my dreams No mercy for me Good morning reality Will I wake? We'll never know I'm late for my date with destiny Let me go Let me go You've got to let me go Right or wrong Let me go I'm on my path Let me go [Verse 1: T.I.] My mama loved me more than I do She said, "ya pops was just like you" Trapped in a vicious cycle Jesus' youngest disciple Tell the judge if he throw a book at me Make it The Bible Started calling myself "The King" for lack of a better title Loyal beyond belief to my detriment It's so vital I change or blow opportunities Like a choir recital Now while I do not care who telling Meanwhile, selling powder puts food in the bellies Well it's unfortunate The orphanage couldn't keep up the mortgages Kid go to school stupid, they teachers ignoring it Sorta just doomed, forced into being a goon, selling kush in a jar Mixing up the tar in a balloon Consumed with the same way of life I left Everything I know now, I learned by myself All you see are the whips The Maserati's, Ferrari's, so they don't sympathize Don't nobody feel sorry No mercy See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: The Dream] There's no mercy on me No crying myself to sleep No mercy on me Nightmares have become my dreams No mercy for me Good morning reality Will I wake? We'll never know I'm late for my date with destiny Let me go [Verse 2: T.I.] Everybody's standing and waitin Chanting, they' hating Gospels say they should forgive me They'd rather hand me to Satan Blatant, displays the day of hypocrisy Boy you got to be kidding Could it be possibly the second coming of Pac is me? Remember that, when he was here? And when he died you realized you need him here God with me partner, ain't no one for me to fear Hindsight: 20/20 Future not as clear But I'm a rider 'till I die Put bullets 'tween my eye I just ask that I can make my peace with God and say goodbye Fuck up the world like Lady Di On the day he died, his wife and sons and daughters know that every day he tried To be a better person, nah, they wanted better verses They could market to the merchants But when they' closed curtains You could be for certain ain't nobody perfect But when you're rich, nobody gives a shit No mercy [Chorus: The Dream] There's no mercy for me No crying myself to sleep No mercy for me Nightmares have become my dreams No mercy for me Good morning reality Will I wake? We'll never know I'm late for my date with destiny Let me go You've gotta let me go Let me go Let me go Let me go!9

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Hazy Shade Of Criminal

Public Enemy

[Intro] "But he like so many other White leaders appears to have missed the point" "Once the riot started, it went like a forest fire. It started in a lot of different places at pretty much the same time" [Intro: Chuck D] Five hundred FBI agents comin' after us with a license to kill Thirty mil, claimin' it's just a drug bust [Ad-lib] They thinkin' they making a fly switch Replace the devil for a witch, dirty ***** [Chorus] Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats (Oh yes) [Verse 1] Some people accuse some people of crimes Some people get away with losin' my rhyme (Uh!) They don't like where I'm comin' from, so they play dumb Dumb-diggety-dumb-diggety-dumb But I'm tellin' you what they do, everybody plays a fool While the real thief cools in a pool (Yeah!) He who got the finger on the war button Talkin' loud and sayin' nothin' TV got 'em bigger than life (Oh yes) All he needs is a knife Who the criminal? You might also like[Verse 2] Blind, deaf and dumb, hard to see 'em comin', but they come, here they come Don't be dumb-diggety-dumb Politickin' write bad checks, still they gettin' wrecked Going for a ***** neck (Uh!) Rolling in a blue and white gang Ready to bang-biggety-bang Hanging 'round the hangin' rope (Nope, nope, nope!) N-O-P-E I ain't bendin' for the soap (Yeah!) Never understood why the 'hood half a who's in the joint Now they got me losin' my point Gotta have it goin' on Born criminal, born [Verse 3] Take a piece of America back, but who had it first? Hear the Indian curse (Uh!) Robbed and stole so many so much, it ain't funny Now who got 'em face on money? Politician passin' a bill, paid in full C-note rockin' in a pocket, how they livin' Making sure they lockin' us up, I got a feelin' I'm (In a minute) When it come to somethin' we say What they don't like is a brother like me on the mic in fact To the gritty, ain't none of us wack Noriega had back (Yeah!) Jeffrey Dahmer enters the room without cuffs How the hell do we get stuffed In the back of a cell on a isle, ain't it wild? What's criminal? [Chorus] Power to the people and the beats [Verse 4] Only if I had one more Time to kick the rhythm that keep rippin' down the door So the real criminals get exposed behind the clothes Doors and the suits that make and break the law Lookin' for my own 'cause I had enough bull I can't understand it, must been the crooked way they planned it Police 'posed to keep the peace But I can't trust 'em, so I keep my piece Loaded and cocked 'cause I don't miss the block Talk about the ones who don't get chained to the rock Those who got away with the dirt and the grime While we go away for the neighborhood crime Never liked what I saw in the law Indiana trees hanging us instead of leaves (Yeah!) We hanging from the roof (Yeah!) By real criminals [Ad-lib] They thinkin' they making a fly switch Replace the devil for a witch, dirty ***** [Chorus] Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats Reach uppity reach gotta reach Power to the people and the beats [Outro] Power to the people and the beats Power to the people and the beats1

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Stapleton Sex

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Girl] Mmm, oh, ugh, put it in Yeah [Hook: Ghostface Killah] You can put my, dick in your mouth and play with my nuts But before I bust, babe, I think I'll cum in your butt I got my, gun on the floor and I'm ready to fuck Like it's nothing, it's nothing [Ghostface Killah] Yo my, face is wet, got hair on my tongue Cuz I'mma greedy nigga, absorb pussy juice like a sponge Feel the pretty warm dick, rub it on your clit Oh, right before I bust, I spray it on your tits Switch you over, throw you to the side with one leg up See the head slide in your hole, he stay up Dick all shiny, helmet head bulging, smack it on your tooshie When I hear the (click click) it's wet and it's gooshy From behind, I'm a master mind, hundred fast ones And slow it up, because I know how to fuck Keep your pussy right there, don't move, ooh Holla at your boy, baby, do what it do I love fucking you, your pussy's the bomb (yeah) Think about fucking this shit all day when I'm gone Get up, suck that dick, spit on it, slob on that shit More bubbles at the knob of that shit It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right? Turn around, get on all four (You pulling my hair) Shut the fuck up (Why you fucking me like that?) Shut the fuck up This ain't no R&B dick, this hood My slow jam dick is on Thursday's, if my sugar high My dick don't get up, you know I'm the best Just, shut your mouth up like you under arrest I'm ready to cum (you ready to cum) Yeah, keep it right (oh my gosh, my pussy is numb) OK, just rub it up against your hole Put your thumb in your mouth, and fuck me real slow Look at me, yeah, baby, I'mma let that go Tell me you love me (I love you, baby) Oh oh You might also like[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Girl)] Oh shit, don't touch me, don't touch me I said don't touch me, chill Let me get a cigarette (you don't smoke, nigga) Oh yeah, I forgot (haha) I love when you fuck me like that I'mma go put up some work at the studio, though But when I get back, have a little nurse outfit on With the hat to the side, so I can bend you over In that little desk we got in the room In your thigh highs, word up, and I'mma stop at the Adel store And get one of them little screaming O's So you can sit your little clit on it and just Let it buzz off all day (yeah) Knowhatimsaying, ma? I'mma get the nine and move

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The Soup

Wale

[Seinfeld Skit] [George] "I didn't get any bread" [Jerry] "Just forget it, let it go" [George] "Excuse me, I think you forgot my bread" [Soup Nazi] "You want bread?" [George] "Yes, please" [Soup Nazi] "No soup for you!" [Wale] Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers Who elevate the game when it was in need of a pilot? Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem What you thought was a prize is what I see as a blinder They ask me why I never wear chains, but if you brought up How I'm brought up, then you probably feel the same And I ain't saying chains suck, probably get me 3 or 4 But I got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes And I can't go to Emmy Lola, stunting with no diamonds on Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though You know your son a asshole, but I hope you got those stacks though Always on the road again, with Omega or the band Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans And I give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that So gold albums or not, I did affect rap Uh, for worse or for better Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better Huh, they poor effort annoys me, who supporting them? Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them They finito, why the fuck they all got egos? My OG is Tyrique and my kick game be like Bobbito Garcia This shit a free throw, this shit here for my people No soup for all you suckers while I'm re-ing up on me so And they feeling me so, they not feeling y'all so I volunteer every ten I see, Vince Yarbrough Pat Summit dough, motherfuck a ho This is More About Nothing, I'm the fucking show Hold it, keep rolling See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also likeRespect is like food, nigga what it do? I'm eating real good, no soup for you "No--" No soup for you "No--" No soup for you "No--" I'm eating real good, nigga "No soup for you" "No soup for, for, for you" I got no time to be a hater, just trying to be your favorite They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor It's not about the paper, it's not about the fame And I don't know no Triple H, but this is all about the Game Competition I ain't winning but admit it, I'm still in it though Should've been an all-star, I'm Crawford for Interscope Em starting, 50 staring, Gaga, Game starting And Will.I.Am and the Peas, the sixth man I am, y'all And though I came far, know I got a way to go Waiting for Pitchfork to say "Wale on this, so way to go" Text message from Elliot saying "tape was dope" XXL favorite quote, what else do I need to post? I am not no homophobe, good thing I don't read The Post Unless your 'Skin's winning, then I do it just to fucking boast With this rap shit, you know I do the fucking most I'm all over this beat like a motherfucking stethoscope I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule My timing was any better, then bitch, I'd be a metronome I am such a renegade, but try to be professional But I am way too passionate to patch shit up and let shit go Want you all to listen so I rap it in election form But when you intellectual, some niggas ain't gon' let you on But I'm here, jo, I hope you niggas know it's on No soup for you wack niggas, I'mma get my chowder on Gone "No soup for, for, for you" [Susan] "What are you doing? Since when do you smoke?" [George] "I've always smoked" [Susan] "I've never seen you smoke" [George] "Oh yeah, well, I'm a big smoker I gave it up for a while but it was too tough"

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Times R Gettin Crazy

Mac Dre

Awe, yeah Mac Dre From the brain They don’t know nothing about this type of music, mayne So-so dope Check it out... [Verse 1] 1991 can’t leave my house without packing my gun 'cus nowadays things ain't so clean You either end up dope dealing or being a dope fiend Too much stress on a young man’s brain Smoking that dank to deal with the pain Much love for the brothers in the crew But who in the crew will be here in ’92? Every damn day I see more Brothers getting killed or thrown in a trunk Dope fiend mothers sellin sex Welfare mother’s waiting for checks Pops in the bathroom shooting Hop Tell me, my brothers, where does it stop? I got to get a grip, can’t let it phase me I’m staying strong, 'cus times are getting crazy [Hook] Times are getting crazy {crazy, crazy, crazy} Times are getting crazy Times are getting crazy Times are getting crazy Times are getting crazy {crazy, crazy} Times are getting crazy! You might also like[Verse 2] Brothers search hard for that perfect life 5 bedroom home, 2 kids, and a wife Dog in the back by the swimming pool Everybody wants to be living cool But, to have these things you must have hope, mayn Can’t get wrapped up in the dope game It ain’t cool, you better stay far Life is much more than brains and a car Girls having babies before it’s time Getting pregnant and don’t have a dime THINK, baby, don’t be a fool You better wait until things get cool Keep a hat on a young man’s jimmy It’s safe sex, but you don’t hear me Wake up, you can’t be lazy 'Cus times are getting crazy Times are getting crazy... [Hook] [Verse 3] Children from the black minority Locked down in the Youth Authority Dewitt-Nelson, Washington Ridge These are places they lock down kids It ain't right, it wasn’t meant to be We don’t belong in no penitentiary You got a talent, you better use it Pick up a pen and write some music And if not, boy, play sports Get the Hoop ball and hit the court The dope game just ain't cool You better try and stay in school 'Cus times are getting crazy... Times are getting crazy [Hook x3]

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Iron Man

Black Sabbath

[Intro] I am Iron Man [Verse 1] Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all Or if he moves, will he fall? [Verse 2] Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? We'll just pass him there Why should we even care? [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 3] He was turned to steel In the great magnetic field When he travelled time For the future of mankind [Chorus] Nobody wants him He just stares at the world Planning his vengeance That he will soon unfurl You might also like[Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 4] Now the time is here For Iron Man to spread fear Vengeance from the grave Kills the people he once saved [Chorus] Nobody wants him They just turn their heads Nobody helps him Now he has his revenge [Guitar Solo] [Verse 5] Heavy boots of lead Fills his victims full of dread Running as fast as they can Iron Man lives again [Instrumental Outro]61

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Kool Aid & Frozen Pizza

Mac Miller

[Intro] K.I.D.S (You know what? You know what? You know what? Yeah) [Verse] Hey, Kool-Aid and frozen pizza It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa Dream of rocking crowds, see me filling up arenas This weed got me laughing like a damn hyena Yeah, I live a life pretty similar to yours Used to go to school, hang with friends and play sports Every single summer taking trips to the shore And that was all gravy but I knew I wanted more Ain't ever seen a young rapper like moi Can't believe they eyes, swear it's just a mirage Still got my training wheels in the garage But I ain't gonna need those, I'ma go hard (Go hard) So far I've done pretty well for myself Couple trophies on the shelf, so what else Could I want that I don't have yet? Well, a little more cash and my own fast jet So I can go anywhere, (Anywhere) anywhere (Anywhere) Cali for the kush, 'cause boy I know there's plenty there 'Bout to be in music stores everywhere, but not yet They can't understand my concept I've been climbing up the great wall, haven't had a fall yet These blogs gotta know I'm on next Clean conscience, good Samaritan Companies send me clothes so I'm wearing them If you didn't know, well, I'm from the 'Burgh Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm I smoke herb, then I make music I don't even talk about it, boy, I just do it Everybody got their own opinion, the reasons why they feeling him You must admit he's killing 'em, running off adrenaline Waiting for the game to wanna let him in, so open up The boy a barrel of a smoking gun Whether I'm old or young, the chosen one I got a hundred billion flows to come to every single song So when I'm at a show everyone can sing along My weed bag empty, bottle at its last drop I'm feeling like this could be my last shot But many more songs to make, cousin So why the fuck you bugging? Haha You might also like[Outro] Yeah Just some motherfuckin' kids We just some motherfuckin' kids (What?) We just some motherfuckin' kids (Ayy) We just some motherfuckin' kids (Shouts to all my fans, man) We just some motherfuckin' kids (Holdin' me down) We just some motherfuckin' kids (And all the homies) We just some motherfuckin' kids (Most dope) Just some mo—just some—we just some motherfuckin' kids (You know what? You know what? You know what? Yeah) (You know what? You know what? You know what? Yeah) (You know what? You know what? You know what? Yeah) (You know—)21

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Closer to My Dreams

Drake

[Intro: Drake] Yeah I remember me and, me and D used to talk about this kind of stuff all the time Like what it's gonna be like when you get closer to your dreams I didn't know much then but, probably tell you a lil' somethin' now [Verse 1: Drake] Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since Get bored quickly He stay grown So the p-a-tron had to get poured quickly Ex girl strippin' I can't stop her New girl trippin' but I can't drop her Cause I need somethin' to balance out the fact That it's hard to find a woman when you talented and black When you hollerin' at labels And they silencing you back Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss some violence in ya track Well Gunshot for the young yacht owner See there's everybody else then there's one top loner First place is often the worst place But fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face Surrounded by Filipinos I think of the worst case Watch blue and green diamonds I call it the Earth face I'm gettin' ya cake I tell you how ya dessert taste I get a dessert plate Y'all eat pedigree as ya meal I've been Urkel for some years it's better bein' Jaleel Though I rock lean snap it's better bein' this real It's better drivin' a car with the letter B in the wheel Seat back Light sayin' tank on E I got the drank on me You better bank on me To be the one and only nigga that you ain't gon' see In the club with a model spillin' drinks on me Nah Gimme 20 in the tank on 3 I'm in the Range bumpin' Keyshia Cole Singin' off-key like [Andreena harmonizes] I'mma spare y'all Why you wanna judge me I don't ever compare y'all The city is mine I know it because I'm there y'all It ain't even started I'm really tryna prepare y'all Spring '07 second quarter I'm droppin' With or without a label man I'm committed to poppin' And take over the summer Tour to tour hoppin' I'mma meet a lot of women I'mma do a lot of shoppin' Really no other option Spend a lot of money just to make it back Anybody I dissed in a song I don't take it back Same rappers that's all in ya face sayin' Drake is wack Are checkin' my availability just to make a track I promise mama I'mma do it cause I know I put you through it (I know I put you through it baby) And I just want you to sit around with ya friends at a dinner table And say "My baby's famous and I knew it" (yeah) And it wasn't nothin' to it I've drawn it and drew it 'til the pen was out of fluid The ballpoint run out Then all joints come out classic Rappers are fake we can all point one out See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Drake Talking] Yeah I'd like to introduce you to the first lady of the ATF (uhh) Miss Andreena Mill [Chorus: Andreena Mill] Closer to my dreams I'm gettin' higher Yeah I feel it in my sleep I said I'm gettin' higher Yeah And closer to my dreams Whoa Sometimes it feels like I'll never move on Closer to my dreams [Verse 2: Drake] Look I took a plane to Hawaii with D And we was trippin' off of the speed at which life progressed From meetin' Trey in Atlanta to doin' a cameo in his video Which made everything right with X (Songz) I got too many records and not enough shows Far too many rappers and not enough ___ Well You can fill the blank in They tryna be the best Just tryna place in the rankin' Day care play pen drop out To grade ten drop out To summer '05 with the grey Benz drop out Charcoal Charger Racin' through back streets On my Craig David shit the Artful Dodger Shola Ama I told her I'mma 'Bout to get my run on so hold the commas Times've changed now I'm older mama And these niggas ain't solid they fold in drama And that's the realest shit I ever wrote A compilation of mental thoughts that I never note And "Hi, haters I'm back off of hiatus How ya album doin'? I'm gettin' cake off of my latest" Anticipated like the iPhone Respected in any city that I roam Summertime Wintertime Dinnertime Anytime Bet I am the nigga in my town when I arrive Home [Outro: Drake talking] Yeah one more time 'fore we turn the lights out ladies and gentleman (Sing it to' em 'Dreena) lights 'bout to go down, curtains 'bout to close but I want y'all to enjoy yourself on the way out, yeah man (Yeah man) [Chorus: Andreena Mill] Closer to my dreams I'm gettin' higher Yeah I feel it in my sleep I said I'm gettin' higher Yeah And closer to my dreams Whoa Sometimes it feels like I'll never move on Closer to my dreams8

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Briar Patch

Devin The Dude

[Devin the Dude] The briar patch No don’t throw me in the briar patch You can cut off all my toes but not the briar patch You can fill me full of holes but not the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Please don’t put me in the briar patch You can season and cook me but not the briar patch For me no one would ever look off in the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Don’t throw me in I hop, I jump, I skip through the rubble Yo, me ain’t looking for trouble I was just trying to get to the other end, I never been Maybe then I can tell my friends how it is. I’ve been Searching for someone to help me, maybe you can But it’s hard to tell you how I feel when you got a knife in your hand You can carve me, tie me up and starve me Put me on the grill, still nothing can harm me Like the briar patch Don’t chunk me in What kind of luck would I have then? Wait a minute man, before you put me in it use the gun That you got, a couple of bullets, I’ll be finished – done Or hey, I can help you find a pot Help you build a fire, help you get it good and hot Well, unless you like to eat me cold You can but oh no Please don’t throw me in You might also likeThe briar patch No don’t throw me in the briar patch You can cut off all my toes but not the briar patch You can fill me full of holes but not the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Please don’t put me in the briar patch You can season and cook me but not the briar patch For me no one would ever look off in the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Don’t throw me in You’s an ugly motherfucker, dog, I just call it like I see it And your breath is like death, if you don’t like it so be it I get mistreated by others if you cut for me or not Slice off my toes if that’s how it goes I really don’t give a fuck If all of this belongs to you, do what you do, go ‘head But throw me in the briar’s patch and you’ll never see so much red I bled from less than just trespassing cuz, I’m just asking for a favor Excuse my rude behavior I’m just trying to savor the flavor of the fruit I just picked And if you don’t like it, you can suck my dick But what you don’t do is throw me in the briar patch and then I’m through Come on man, can’t we call a truce Can we do somethin about it before people end up crying and shoutin and poutin Man, come on man, now that would really hurt ... The briar patch No don’t throw me in the briar patch You can cut off all my toes but not the briar patch You can fill me full of holes but not the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Please don’t put me in the briar patch You can season and cook me but not the briar patch For me no one would ever look off in the briar patch Don’t throw me in the briar patch Don’t throw me in

Hip-Hop

Down With the King

Run–DMC

[Intro] Reporters clock, producers jock They wanna be down with the King! [Verse 1: Rev Run] Down with the king for years, about ten of 'em Recruiting suckers mackin' mic, and makin' men of 'em Tears and fears for my peers, they rippin' You think that it is, it is, if not it isn't Race for the border my daughter, 'cause beats you're bangin' out Jeeps rockin' beats in the streets when there's time for hangin' out Gather, or rather form a circle around a loud 'Cause brothers or others could never ever rock a crowd Is it because he's runnin' off with the mouth Or was he really clearly tryin' to play a nigga out Nope, shut him down, the king with a crown 'Cause all you wanna be is Diggy Down [Hook] Down with the king The king down with the king [x7] The king [Verse 2: C.L. Smooth] Two years ago, a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was meeca, and it went this way Recollect a mecca mic check on the windmill skills Mac distracts, wearing Godfather hats It's okay to parlay to forte better Tell 'em my nigga made a sweater tougher than leather Swing another Rodney King thing and I'll wreck But just like the white one I get no respect Money stay awake, 'cause them other niggas are fake From Hollis to the Beacon, now your dumb ass is leakin' C.L. and Run D.M.C. so rush it Big time weight before Hammer got to touch it Remember the faces in all types of places Look Ma, no shoelaces And I'm You might also like[Hook] Down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King [Verse 3: DMC] I'm takin' the tours, I'm wreckin' the land I keep it hardcore because it's dope man These are the roughest toughest words I ever wrote down Not meant for a ho like a slow jam, check it Sucka emcees could never swing with D Because of all the things that I bring with me Only G-O-D could be a king to me And if the G-O-D be in me, then the king I be The microphone is branded when it's handed to me I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee The emcee fiends only seem to agree That I rock all the world and the society Outrageous on the stages with a tune of verse I give praises from these pages to the universe is law I keep it hardcore like you never saw [Hook] Down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King [Verse 4: Pete Rock] I'm the man you see, in the place to be I went to John Jay University And since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge And after twelve grade I went straight to college Down with the kings on the mic, a full swinger The P to the R, not an R&B singer The R to the U-N-D-MC'n The fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and Flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black Pick up the bass, better yet leave a space So let me put my big black twinkie on in to the early mornin' Had skins yawning' Mecca? (yo) you want the mecca? (yo) I'll make a funky beat so we can blow, check it out Pete Rock's the beat knock, put you in a headlock And now all the outty out flock is down with the king [Hook] Down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King [Outro] Down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King down with the king, the king down with the king The King Down with the The King Down with the The King Down with the The King Down with the The King Down with the king8

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Let You Havit

DJ Quik

[DJ Quik] Yeah [Verse 1: DJ Quik] Now this is for the G's who know we needs that gangsta shit It's like the P-Funk we funk so its gotsta hit And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young G The nigga Mista Quik, that's me from the C-to-the-P-to-the-T And when I'm givin' it up for my hood you can't clown Cause when we lettin' off you gots to duck down And then we're rollin' back to the spot where they hang (Westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a street thang Makin' that grip and stackin' the chips high Ballin', never fallin', I gots to stay fly Whether they smokin' up them beadies or rollin' the joints fat I gotta kick it with my niggas cause it's like that And you need to know I ain't for none, because I'm dumpin' The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin' But niggas they keep on mouthin', kickin' up the static But keep on talkin' shit And I'ma let you havit [Hook] Yeah yeah Huh, I'ma let you havit Yeah Check this You might also like[Verse 2: DJ Quik] Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly ho And yeah I said your monkey ass name in my underground tape But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say ("To the top of the tree, for C-M-W to see") We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission Comin up with the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is Down in the throats of the Compton's Most Bitchest So take this shit back to your set if you got one And I'ma be puttin the double 0 bucks in my shotgun And if you come back fuckin' around I'ma take your life Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife? So there it is MC Eiht, cause you're wack And Mista Quik can beat the niggas down with another sack (that's right) So keep on rollin' in your Camry or your Rabbit but If I catch you slippin' in my hood, gotta let you havit [Hook] Ahh yeah Gotta let you havit Huh, I'ma let you havit2

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Rated “R”

Redman

[Production by Erick Sermon & Redman] [Chorus] I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me (Nah, nah, nah, fuck that) [Verse 1: Redman] Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped With a rap that's shittin' on the story of Jack Sprat So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit And if it's beef, I'll punch you in your mouth, kid (Damn) I got a heart, but my heart is made out of nails Word to Jamelle, my heart pumps nails in my blood rail I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of nigga I'm just quick to smoke your family, then fuck your sister That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond Been thinkin' about playin' that nice guy role at heaven door 'Cause ever since I was an infant, I was different Paid no attention to my moms when she rifted I was a hardheaded mother-F But had to step 'cause she hit me with a left, then another left That's why my brain is out of order Because it take just a quarter to manslaughter ya little daughter And do a drive-by, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit Then carve my name in your pavement I was Rated X, but I flexed I beat up the devil with a shovel, so he dropped me a level Ain't that ill, that I could just stand and watch the blood spill From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no-frill? Just because I made a record, I'm a star? That's bullshit, what's the flavor, Tame? (Fuck what you heard, this rated R) You might also like[Chorus] I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me [Verse 2] Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends And if I didn't know ya, to hell with ya, punk And tell the devil I'll be in time for lunch (Heh-heh-heh-heh) Got naughty in my nature, plus I'm down with O.P.P. The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to ugly women 'Cause the pretty one's puss' smell like they went fishin' I grab my dick with a tight grip 'cause I might flip Yo, Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with an uppercut (Bing) Snapped the neck on Michael Myers, then I freaked it 'Cause it was August, and he was talkin' this trick-or-treat shit (Trick or treat) Jason, my man, slangs rocks like up the block 143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop Norman Bates work the night shift late Since he dresses like his mama, I pimp him and his hoecake Bust a maneuver, Freddy Krueger Dreamed about me havin' him scooped up, he woke up with his dukes up That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar So let's get down with the funk break 'Cause they tailgate my rap style, so to cut 'em off, I truncate And rough 'em up, tough 'em up, like bust 'em up With the one-two punch, like servin' a customer And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from? I know, from me, the original P-Funk See ya next LP, chump [Chorus] I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me I'm rated R, this is a warning Boy, you can't fuck with me [Outro] Get a check-up from the neck-up, nigga1

MADE

Tonight’s Da Night

Redman

[Intro: Redman & Hurricane G] Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm— Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man? Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do [Verse 1: Redman] Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9 By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit I never claim to be the best type of rapper But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name? It's the Redman on the funk train Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite The work perfected, when the funk been injected I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped I'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (Gots to have it) I don't claim to be a big rap star 'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin' 'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin' You might also like[Interlude] Fat black bitch, nasty Bush bear, booga breath bitch Nasty, talk to your tits bitch With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles Turned up shoes havin' ass Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker [Verse 2: Redman] You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze and tracks make me funky like cottage cheese Fuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick But tonight's the night what I write tonight This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's Hanging out with my niggas, my niggas The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise 'Cause we can do that black, so "Get the Bozack", Jack Remember, I do the type of evil that men do Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too So turn the volume up a notch And watch the ba-bump Ba-bump, make your speakers pop That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump But if you wanna see a fly but frantic Cool romantic more slicker than my man Rick You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit 'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit Niggas fucked up by lettin' me make an album (How come, rude boy?) To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run [Interlude] Nasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass Johnny Cash, afro havin' Jack of Spades, boots havin' Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass [Verse 3: Redman] B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump, you— [Outro] Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (Turn that shit off) Turn that shit down man Turn this shit off, G Boom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?23

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Let the Funk Flow

EPMD

[Intro: Beastie Boys] L-L-L-Let it flow! L-L-Le-Le-Let it flow! Flow! [Verse 1: Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys] Relax while I tax, or you can just max It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back Poppin' much junk, now the time has arosen I pick your card and your name has been chosen Not all about line uppin' or the stick up scene Let it flow! you know what I mean I'm the PMD, in the place to be Clock rhymin' and I lock ya', around the tick-tocker Suckers steady clockin' at the same time jockin' So a brother like MD takes a chill and lay low Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow [Refrain: Beastie Boys] Let it flow! [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] I got my girls to keep me pumpin', just like Getty Use the same fuel as Mario Andretti Kickin' butt in the beginning all the way to the end He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip So if you real, it's no time to slip 'Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael Jackson Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin' Let the MC's know that I shock like lightning They mess with the E-Double-E, I sounds frightening You might also like[Refrain: Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys] So let the funk flow Let it flow! Let it flow! Let it flow! [Verse 3: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith] Blast off, and off you go We usually take off fast, but now we take off slow I would say Bon Voyage, but I'm not leavin I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin' So I will stay, if that's fine wit you But I won't leave, until the party is through So while I'm here, let me get funky Fiendin' for the rhyme like a four-deuce junkie Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide EPMD them goin' nationwide [Verse 4: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon] While the bass is steady pumpin' and the beat be like thumpin' You lose your cool, then you start jumpin' You're out of control, and I'm right on track In seconds later I work the bone out your back To mess with the two is to mess with hot water We like to hang, torture then slaughter All sucker MC's, who proceed to intrude E said "let em slide", say what but I'm in the mood For dishin' and dismissin', all those who don't listen Reel the ones who's in, as if we was fishin' So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait [Refrain: Erick Sermon & Beastie Boys] So let the funk flow Let it flow! Let it flow! [Verse 5: Parrish Smith] Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone When the brother PMD is on the microphone The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined To go off beat, and come back on time To maintain and explain, but never sound the same And when it comes to do this, very few remain People on my jock for the rhymes I invent Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess Chillin' hard, with the P on my chest Rhymin' on the mic, while the beat rocks steady Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy [Verse 6: Erick Sermon] Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock 'n' roll Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller or Stroh That's not the move, it's about hip-hop The loud guitar playin' and screamin' has to stop Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine I hear the girls out there sayin' E is hot That only shows you what juice I got And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo There's nothin' wrong wit me, it's somethin' wrong with you [Refrain: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys] So let the funk flow Let it flow! So let the funk flow Let it flow! [Outro: Parrish Smith, Erick Sermon & Beastie Boys] Yo, this beat is sort of funky Man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky Let it flow!

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The Badness

J. Cole

[Intro: J. Cole] Yeah, keep followin' me Keep callin' me Yeah Yeah Yeah, ayy [Verse 1: J. Cole] Believe in God like the sun up in the sky Science can tell us how, (But) it can't tell us why I seen a baby cry, then seconds later, she laughs The beauty of life, the pain never lasts The rain always pass, the sun don’t always shine (Yeah) When it's gone, I'm lonely, but when it's there, I'm fine I hate the wintertime because the nights come quicker The light make them whites think I'm a nice young nigga But at night, they think twice and walk a little faster It's funny, hunnid-years-ago I'd've called this nigga, "Master" How the tables turn but still the fire burnin', uh I feel the heat the world is a dryer turnin' Turnin', I'm lookin' for some higher learnin' Learnin', girl, you what I desire, yearnin' Yearnin', you say I'm easily distracted I think the problem is I'm easily attracted By the darkside, the temptation got me questionin' Where my heart lies, I'm tryna separate myself Like apartheid, but ay the liquor keep swallowin' I swear I walk with God, but the devil keep followin' Followin', I say the devil keep followin' Followin', I say the devil keep followin' Followin', I say the devil keep followin' You might also like[Verse 2: Omen] Uh, feel like I'm ridin' on a Chartered plane of broken-hearted pain Turbulence is constant, my pilot has gone insane If I can find a parachute to parasail Maybe these parasites of paranoia won't prevail Character dope as hell But where is my parallel sweetheart? Deep thoughts Lost in my brain, so I sleep hard nights With no progress, mane, I'm thinkin' like I'll prob'ly Find a Loch Ness in the projects before I find this Object of my love, this object of my heart Guitar strings is strum in search of my counterpart Bound to start drinkin' and smokin', sink in this ocean Leapin' through the badness, hopin' I'm reachin' for closeness Feel like the devil keep followin' me Feel like the devil keep followin' me Uh15

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Kilo

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Sample] Yo, yo— —'round the world today, the kilo is a measure Oh, yo, Rae, I can't feel my face, my heart pounding and shit A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember Paranoid as a motherfucker right now—who the fuck—close them blinds and shit. Who that? All around the world today, the kilo is a measure Captain Kirk? What, it's the fucking Stark Enterprise, the Enterprise shit outside, or some shit? A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember I need some pussy, though—I'm ready to fuck Catwoman or something. F—Fuck it, let's go! [Hook: Ghostface Killah & Sample] All around the world today, the kilo is a measure (Ayo, ayo, Shareefa, go to the store for me) Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember (I need some razors and a fresh box of baggies) You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand (The ones with ten in them) All around the world today, the kilo is a measure (Ayo, son, turn that water down a little bit—just a little bit? Thank you) Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember (I need two waters, a Dutch, and a cranberry Snapple) Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman (Ayo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Bricks, tar caps, powder, cooked up crack Phones is tapped over Franklin stacks Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' Break out of town when the Jakes take down the pharoah Reason: He was moving that Peruvian white Blowing coolies in the hoopties, slamming cuties at nights Big, heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars in water with rocks in them Got my whole project out of order A kilo is a thousand grams Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan Extract oil cut from Cuban plants The chemists is brolic, Pyrex scholars Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars You might also like[Hook: Ghostface Killah, Sample, & Raekwon] All around the world today, the kilo is a measure Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand All around the world today, the kilo is a measure Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember (Yeah) Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman (Ayo) [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo, peace to those cooking that raw, powder-white Get your sniff on, Scarface niggas, we getting right Some call it "bricks," some call it "birds" How many niggas get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curve? You would go to jail; get caught with this, niggas'll grow to fail Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales They lived like brothers—word life—connects discovered Most niggas get hard from fucking with them pipes and hustlers Kilos is one thousand grams You know your ammo better be heavy, 'cause soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land, daddy; I'm a announcer You get caught with an ounce, it's over Matter-fact, they taking you down, son [Hook: Ghostface Killah & Sample] All around the world today, the kilo is a measure Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand All around the world today, the kilo is a measure Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman (Yeah) [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Some say a drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki' I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks when they wrapped and stuffed Four days later, straight cash, two million bucks Strictly powder, no cut—your coke is vile, that's whats up Y'all beefing over little shit, we sniff, the balance went up In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts Kilo is one thousand grams, a pile of sand is equivilant To the eye, it's nice to have a thousand fans Coke buyers, some be liars; therefore, you check for wires Dedicated dealers, during holidays, we give 'em lighters [Bridge: Ghostface Killah] Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops Tall tops, long tops, short tops, twelve-twelves Fifty-eight fifty-eights, weed bags, Ziplocs Big rocks, coke spots, two Glocks, one ox' Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack spot [Hook: Ghostface Killah & Sample] All around the world today, the kilo is a measure Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand All around the world today, the kilo is a measure Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman, handyman, handyman, handym—4

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Who’s that? Brooown!

Das Racist

[Hook: Sample] (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn [Verse 1: Kool AD] Brown Elvis, I can't help it Brown Larry Bird, y'all, the '97 Celtics All brown everything, better than you've ever seen Never have you ever seen anything like it Do you like it? Oh, I think you like it Maybe you should buy it—you should probably buy it I swear, I sell like West sell Sell like sex sell, smell like sex smell I swear I go like cars go Move like cargo, so retard-o Always move forward, never sleep, like a shark, bro Always with my peoples, like Yarborough, y'all blow [Hook: Sample] (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn You might also like[Break: Sample] Browwwwwwwwn Browwwwwwwwn [Verse 2A: Heems] Well, who's that brown? Downtown like Julie Mixed-race British chicks let me in they coochie Like, "who he? Heems? Well, yeah, he aight, though Ball like Michael, life's vicious cycle [Verse 2B: Kool A.D.] Chickety-choco, the chocolate chicken Half Choco Taco, quarter Chippewa Indian Black Tintin, Jewish Mel Gibson Kool A.D., juiceman, stab it like Simpson [Hook: Sample & Heems] (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn Now, what could brown do for you, you? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn What has brown done for me? Lately? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn Now, what could brown do for you, you? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn What has brown done for me? Lately? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn Now, what could brown do for you, you? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn What has brown done for me? Lately? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn Now, what could brown do for you, you? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn What has brown done for me? Lately? [Break] Browwwwwwwwn Browwwwwwwwn Browwwwwwwwn Browwwwwwwwn [Verse 3: Heems] Now, some, may I say, call me Heems The word is the herb, and I'm deep like Cream The truth like Bruce, yes, Baker and Clapton Cruisin' down the block, I'm riding shotty in a Magnum Internet celebrity like Dallas Penn and Raffi Person of color, you can’t see me, copy? Murder the beat, yes, instrumental Nazi Papi smoke that shit that come from poppy seeds This is Greedhead E-N-T-E-R-T-A-I-N-M-E-N-T MT3, mp3s to your PC or M-A-C—yeah, that's a MacBook [Hook: Sample & Heems] (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn Now, what could brown do for you, you? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn What has brown done for me? Lately?? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn Now, what could brown do for you, you? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn What has brown done for me? Lately? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn Now, what could brown do for you, you? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn What has brown done for me? Lately? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn Now, what could brown do for you, you? (Who's that?) Browwwwwwwwn What has brown done for me? Lately? [Outro: Sample] Browwwwwwwwn Browwwwwwwwn Browwwwwwwwn Browwwwwwwwn2

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Doing It Way Big

Lil’ Kim

[Intro] {*dice rattle*} {*dice rattle*} C'mon dice {*dice rattle*} {*dice rattle*} C'mon dice [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim You know the Queen Bee known for (doin it way big) We take trips to Mykonos, Greece Just to shop, we don't stop (doin it way big) This is for my millionaire glub golfers Comin up like Halle and Denzel, winnin the Oscars Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa I smack niggas 'cross the face with a Centurion Card Who don't believe I'm (doin it way big) In the Continental T, magnolia B .. (man, she doin it way big) I'm comin through Hummer stuntin, and I'm frontin Workin that la Burkin, Hermes bag Only multi-millionaires who know about that Be like.. (damn, she doin it way big) [Hook: Lil' Kim] Anything we do we do it B.I.G Every move we make is always B.I.G And the number one rule, think B.I.G And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now) Anything we do we do it B.I.G Every move we make is always B.I.G And the number one rule, think B.I.G And the best rapper's still B.I.G You might also like[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Pull out the G-55, Cavarolet Oh by the way I'm (doin it way big) Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H-R-E rims (uh-huh, doin it way big) The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet It's made out of rubber gutta faggot, try to yank it Got all glass, Benz in all class I do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets I got shit department stores ain't even get yet I drop, 30 or more in Christian Dior They gotta, close the store and let me shop some more We go to, Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce (now that's what you call doin it way big) [Hook] Anything we do we do it B.I.G Every move we make is always B.I.G And the number one rule, think B.I.G And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now) Anything we do we do it B.I.G Every move we make is always B.I.G And the number one rule, think B.I.G And the best rapper's still B.I.G [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin it, doin it how I do it When I do it best believe I be (doin it way big) We greet our guests at the door With champagne and cigars that read (doin it way big) Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors Fourteen karat gold, paint on the walls We swim in pools with marble waterfalls Ball baby or don't ball at all My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton An office decorated in, Ralph Lauren I got a, Versace couch and pillows I sleep on With the matchin rob and slippers, I beg to differ LaPerla lingerie, cause it fits my body Get with us, we know how to throw a party And you can't get in, without a Queen Bee members only jacket That reads (doin it way big) [Hook] Anything we do we do it B.I.G Every move we make is always B.I.G And the number one rule, think B.I.G And the best rapper's still B.I.G. (one more time now) Anything we do we do it B.I.G Every move we make is always B.I.G And the number one rule, think B.I.G And the best rapper's still B.I.G {*dice rattle*} C'mon dice {*dice rattle*} (one more time now) {*dice rattle*} C'mon dice [Kim] And the best rapper's still B.I.G1

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Super Boo

Kid Cudi

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Look at her she could be ma super boo In a room crazy, sexy, cool Intellectually sexy, her body is sick, her face is dope Somethin like a eye candy photo Hope to God the broad ain't a ho though The way she walks is in slow-mo Yep, ma mind got Tee-Vo Every punk truck around Plotting and scheming, wishing and dreaming Jus for a little nano second to holla at her quick Tryin' to holla for her name Yellow bone with a tan like damn Smile at me, so I smile right back She move so effortless complimentin' her looks I be commentin' up in her book [Chorus: Kid Cudi] You can be my super boo-oo-oo You can be my super boo, I need you To come and chill wit me c'mon One, Two, Check it [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Mad views on her myspace shit Just stoppin by, showing her love, while she sits And all her friends are hot, but not like her she the number one spot All I wanna do is really introduce Scott Let her know my dreams and struggles to the top Show her, that it feels good in a drop top Rollin down sunset niggas can't stop I can tell that she really got her mind right Let me make that move when the time's right Hope she don't mind a little limelight You can't go wrong let's get right And we gon let them other niggas stomp it out Next step ye we gon' talk it out I hop hotels 'til the next flight I think about you cause your so right See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi] You can be my super boo-oo-oo You can be my super boo, I need you To come and chill wit me c'mon One, Two, Check it (Lalalaalaaalaaa) [Interlude: Kid Cudi] I know you probably like a lil stand offish But just take my hand though And save my world baby Come ride with me [Verse 3: Kid Cudi] Let me get it, okay I got it she's so hot move so erotic Take her to Cancun fly supersonic Grown and sexy love Gin & Tonic Askin questions like where you from? I ain't gonna tell you you should just come Take that journey beyond the clouds Let's leave reality truth be told Yeh baby girl this the code Come be ma roadie backstage at shows I can tell that them other niggas did you cold But am a hot nigga with the heat for sure I ain't fittin like a scarf in the summer Am misemplyin and I need you in the summer Layin on top me enjoying your company Am runnin out of issue (Can't understand) when I kiss you [Chorus: Kid Cudi] You can be my super boo-oo-oo You can be my super boo, I need you To come and chill wit me c'mon One, Two, Check it2

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Paranoid

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West] She really thought that? (Yeah) Yeah, she's so paranoid (Yeah, that's good, paranoid) Girls gonna love this song, ahaha Why are you so paranoid? (Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Don't be so paranoid, don't be so [Refrain: Kanye West] Baby, don't worry 'bout it Hey there, don't even think about it You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things [Verse 1: Kanye West] Tell me right now You really wanna spend your whole life alone? A little time out might do you good Might do us good 'fore we be done for good 'Cause I could make it good, I could make it hood I could make you come, I could make you go I could make you high, I can make you fly Make you touch the sky, hey, maybe so All of the time You be up in mine checkin' through my cell phone, baby, no You wanna kill the vibe on another night Here's another fight, oh, here we go (Oh, here we go) You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West, Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi] Baby, don't worry 'bout it Lady, we'll go out to the floor Anyway, they don't know you (They don't know) like I do They'll never know you (Never know) Anyway, they don't know you (Never know) like I do They'll never know you [Verse 2: Kanye West] All of the time You wanna complain about the nights alone So now you're here with me, show some gratitude Leave the attitude way back at home Yeah, you see 'em look Baby, let 'em look, give ya cold looks 'cause we look cold Yeah, you heard about all the word of mouth Don't worry 'bout what we can't control All the talk in the world lost in the world 'Til you finally let that thing go You wanna check into the heartbreak hotel But sorry, we're closed [Chorus: Kanye West, Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi] Baby, don't worry about it Baby, we'll go out to the floor Anyway (Hey) they don't know you (To the floor) like I do (Hey) They'll never know you (Never know) Anyway, they don't know you (They don't know) like I do They'll never know you [Refrain: Kanye West] Baby, don't worry 'bout it Baby, don't even think about it You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things, the wrong things You worry 'bout the wrong things [Chorus: Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi] Anyway, they don't know you like I do They'll never know you Anyway, they don't know you like I do They'll never know you [Instrumental Break] [Chorus: Mr. Hudson & Kid Cudi] Anyway, they don't know you like I do They'll never know you Anyway, they don't know you like I do They'll never know you69

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All Along

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Hey Ma-ma-ma, ma-moon Hey Ma-ma-ma, ma-moon [Verse 1] When the days change So does my attitude I'm messy at home I eat a lot of junk food When the nights change So do my nightmares too I dream reality Is my dream [Chorus 1] All along All along I guess I'm meant to be alone All along All along I guess I'm meant to be alone Out there on my own Yeah See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2] When the weeks change The rumors change too I'm addicted to highs Would you like to know why? When the months change So do my love point of views I don't want what I need What I need hates me What I need hates me [Chorus 2] I know all along All along I know I'm meant to be alone It's crazy But all along All along I knew I was meant to be alone Out there on my own, yeah [Bridge] Suppose somehow the lionhearted Failed to win Who will be the villain? All the strangers voted for him Suppose somehow the lionhearted Failed to smile Who will be the villain? All the strangers voted for him [Chorus 1] All along All along I guess I'm meant to be alone All along All along I guess I'm meant to be alone Out there on my own, yeah45

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Something You Forgot

Lil Wayne

[Hook] I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you I'm pretending, and that's all I can do That's all I can do mama The love I'm sending An't making it through to your heart I hope you hear me [Verse 1] Pain! Since I've lost you, I'm lost too Nigga feelin' like he at the bottom like a horseshoe Sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through God knows that I'd do anything for a part two, or to Be prayin' for the day you come back to me Sayin' that you forgive me, give me another chance I'm needin' it like a kidney, I don't wanna advance Give me back her hands, give me back her touch I don't ask for much, but I fucked up I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up But everybody fuck up, now this other nigga lucked up Tell him me and my clique don't give a fuck 'Cause, um, we from New Orleans, she was from Georgia She was my down chick, I was her soldier I was her gangsta, she was my shoulder You were the pistol to my holster... BANG! You might also like[Hook] You've been hiding, never letting it show Always trying, to keep it under control I see you hidin' it, mama You got it down, and you're well on your way to the top Keep doin' your thing But there is something that you forgot [Verse 2] You forgot about the house, you forgot about the ring I remember everything, I just wanna hear you sing I remember the love, right after the fights You can't tell me you don't remember those nights And if I would cry, then you would cry twice To me, you are the brightest star under sunlight See, take away my title, take away my stripes You give me back my girl, and you give me back my life Give me back my girl, and you give me back my life See, this is just a nightmare, so I blink twice Open up my eyes hopin' she be in my sight I remember the time, I wish I could bring it back What she mean to me is what I mean to rap [Hook] You've been hiding (Y'know) Never letting it show Always trying (I see you hidin', it mama) To keep it under control (But I know you know) You got it down (I know you do) And you're well on your way to the top But I wish you and yours nothin' but happiness, shawty [Verse 3] But I hope you haven't forgot about me— Up in the living room, watchin' SportsCenter You were cookin' dinner, I was such a sinner But the Lord is a forgiver; you know, they say if you pray Then you can get your blessings ordered and delivered And your boyfriend is not like me Ma, you even went and got a teardrop like me I remember we would sit at home all day You called me "butter," I called you "babe" My momma asked about you, my partners did too I know your daughter will be so amazing like you And I know you probably wish you never met me And I just wish you never forget me, and let me say: Please don't worry 'bout the women I have been with No engagement can amount to your friendship And I hope that nigga know he got a queen And all I can do is dream, damn! [Hook] I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you I'm pretending, and that's all I can do The love I'm sending Ain't making it through to your heart16

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The Mood

Kid Cudi

[Produced by: Emile Haynie] [Intro] Yup Yup [Verse 1] Shades over my eyes Make the creepers look back at themselves Sittin' stuck, in emotional bliss The skinny model girls rub coke on their gums Tap my knee, I'm keepin' the rhythm The young and wild take chances together They all jump up, twist and groove But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood [Chorus] No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood [Verse 2] There's a hunger in the night The moonlight kissing the nips on a model frame I kissed her inner thigh Closed my eyes, she began to make me fish She like to go the mile All the while I could see her tear a bit I forgot her name, somethin that sound like Penelope Maybe a French twang to it Her tongue was quick, she was French I knew it A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism She like that young nigga vibe My brown skin, my shagged out 'fro I'm king to her, and she will please her friend for me So funny how the starvin' are guardless Naked is always honest Her hands all over my privates, lost in the mood See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus] No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood [Bridge] But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood [Chorus] No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood16

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Christmas in Hollis

Run–DMC

[Verse 1: Run] It was December 24th on Hollis Ave after dark When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park I approached him very slowly with my heart full of fear Looked at his dog, oh my God, a ill reindeer But then I was illin' 'cause the man had a beard And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared So I turned my head a second and the man was gone But he must’ve dropped his wallet smack dead on the lawn I picked the wallet up but then I took a pause Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus" A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right So I'm going home to mail it back to him that night But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree Was a letter from Santa and the dough was for me [Verse 2: D.M.C.] It's Christmas time in Hollis, Queens Mom's cookin' chicken and collard greens Rice and stuffing, macaroni and cheese And Santa put gifts under Christmas trees Decorate the house with lights at night Snow's on the ground, snow white so bright In the fireplace is the yule log Beneath the mistletoe as we drink eggnog The rhymes that you hear are the rhymes of Darryl's But each and every year we bust Christmas carols You might also likeChristmas melodies [Verse 3: Run-D.M.C.] Rhymes so loud and proud you hear it It's Christmas time and we got the spirit Jack Frost chillin', the hawk is out And that's what Christmas is all about The time is now, the place is here And the whole wide world is filled with cheer [Verse 4: D.M.C.] My name's D.M.C. with the mic in my hand And I'm chilling and coolin' just like a snowman So open your eyes, lend us an ear We want to say [Outro: Run-D.M.C.] Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!15

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Kelly’s 12-Play (Remix)

R. Kelly

[R. Kelly] Ay, listen to my demo, oh! That's the sound of the bed when it's tweakin' with you and me in it The passion, the sex, girl, sex like a clinic Especially when we put on that bump 'n grind That 12-Play get that boy some pussy every time There's something about that shit when we put that shit on And not to mention when you mix that shit with some Patron That's why she keep pursuin' it She love how I'm doin' it Cause shorty scream like, "Aaah!" like I got two in it And you don't have to wonder Twelve's the magic number Just count from one to twelve, and I'll be going under Making your body shake like a horror movie (Hit it, hit it!) It ain't no secret why I be king 'til I die 12-Play deserves a Grammy, because I believe I can fly I believe that your mommy and daddy laid it down, and they did it To Kelly's 12-Play [Hook: The-Dream] You can't ruin it From doin' it to Kelly's 12-Play Like a DJ we screwin' it While we doin' it (ooh-ooh-in' it) to Kelly's 12-Play Oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh! You might also like[The-Dream] We gon' come up off that bed, push up to the dresser... yeah, yeah, yeah Now we're all up on my CD player up Skip, skip, skip-skip, skip-skip back to seven And we both sweatin' it out like it's a fire up in here Reach my hand up to the remote, gotta play that one more gear As we repeat steps 1 through 12 She's like, "Thank you, Dream!" I'm like, "No, thank you, Kells!" So I stunt like my daddy up in here Girl, you got my lips hangin' off your ear Clean the CD, check for scratches, get up on my mattress And now we doin' it to Kelly's 12-Play [Hook] [R. Kelly] Ah, ah, I say we doin' it... k-k-killa! (Killa!) I am the best at what I do So close the door and let me show you I got my tongue all up in it like (leetle-leetle-leetle-leetle-leetle) Now, I'ma make you change your notes like (leetle-leetle-leetle-leetle-leetle) Do you like that? Do you like this? Then tell me how does this feel? Girl, my only aim's to please your body I'ma sing to that puss, make it sing right back to me We can be a duet, we've got that kind of chemistry And if I smoke grass, baby, I'mma light one up cause that was by far the greatest... (fuck) 'Bout to get that ass up to bidness up in here, 'bout to get your man fired up in here Because... are you fiendin' for it? And I'm 'bout to run up in it! So don't hate, listen to my mixtape And if you wanna know, my favorite's number four on Kelly's 12-Play1

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Fake Patois

Das Racist

[Intro] Original, original Original, original Turn me up in the headphone Turn the music up DR [Verse 1: Heems] Yo, got the fake patois KRS-One did a fake patois Miss Cleo got a fake patois Even Jay-Z did a fake patois Bad Brains had a fake patois My man Snow had a fake patois Even Jim Carrey fuck with the patois So you know he come through with the fake patois Patois, got the fake patois You come through with the fake patois Patois patois patois Fake, fake patois What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby You might also like[Verse 2: Heems] Ya not gwan speak patois Me gwan talk the fake patois Everyone I listen to, fake patois Snow from Toronto, fake patois Original rudeboy, original rudeboy Shabba Ranks, Cutty Ranks Your M.O. is mo, me say no thanks Shabba Ranks, Cutty Ranks Your M.O. is mo' Yeah, me right near the beach Right near my reach is the fire for the streets Yeah, and now me can't read Baldhead teef me book and now me can't speak Yeah, fake patois This fake patois Fake patois [Verse 3: Heems] All the sudden had a fake patois Even Busta Rhymes kinda sound patois Maybe just enjoy it, make it look patois When he speak, he just speak, but to me patois The way he did do the patois With the leaders of the new, but it's sure (??) What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan What you know about Shaun Bridgmohan First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby First Jamaican in the Kentucky Derby Fake patois, fake patois [Verse 4: Heems] Yeah, the boy a murderer Here come the hotstepper with fire 'pon ya Yeah, we nah play games It's fake patois, winner take names If the feds test me, me gwan take aim Crunch like Nestle, Snipe from the planes Snipe like Wesley, punch like Hawaiian Snipe from the planes, yeah we shoot while we flying Murder She Wrote like Chaka Demus and Pliers More fire more fire more fire This fake patois This fake patois [Bridge: Heems] Dem Fear She now look at the big of me foot, me shoe be size ten fear Me can't read cause dem teef me book but I still come with dem fear Me now look at the big of me foot, me shoe be size ten Fear Dem fear Dem fear She now look at the big of me foot, me shoe be size ten fear Me can't read cause dem teef me book but it come with dem fear She now look at the big of me foot, me shoe be size ten fear Ten fear

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Too Cold

Vanilla Ice

[Verse 1] All right stop, collaborate and listen Ice is back I got a brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo - I don't know Now turn off the lights (huh) and I'll glow And to the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle [Hook 5x] Too cold, Too cold [Repeat until next verse] But you be talkin' that shit [Verse 2] Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, now as I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it, you better gain way You better hit the bull's eye, the kid don't play And if there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it You might also likeIce ice baby!, Ice ice baby! Ice ice baby!, Ice ice baby! [Verse 3] Take heed, Cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, That created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground Cause my style is like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept We make it hype and know you wanna step with this Swamp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast, other DJ's say "damn" If a rhyme was a drug, you know i'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic and when I kick my juice And if there was a problem, you know that I would solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it [Hook] Ice ice baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there) Ice ice baby, ice ice baby (throw your hands in the air, let me know you're out there) Ice ice baby, too fuckin' cold Too cold, too cold, too cold, too cold Ice ice baby Too cold, too cold Ice ice baby Too cold, too cold Ice ice baby Too cold, too cold Ice ice baby Too cold, too cold

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Surf’s Up

The Beach Boys

[Section 1] [Verse 1] A diamond necklace played the pawn Hand in hand some drummed along, oh To a handsome mannered baton (Bygone, bygone) [Verse 2] A blind class aristocracy Back through the opera glass you see The pit and the pendulum drawn (Bygone, bygone) [Bridge] Columnated ruins domino Canvass the town and brush the backdrop Are you sleeping? [Verse 3] Hung velvet overtaken me Dim chandelier awaken me To a song dissolved in the dawn (Bygone, bygone) [Verse 4] The music hall a costly bow The music all is lost for now To a muted trumpeter swan (Bygone, bygone) You might also like[Bridge] Columnated ruins domino Canvass the town and brush the backdrop Are you sleeping, Brother John? [Section 2] [Verse 1] Dove nested towers the hour was Strike the street quicksilver moon Carriage across the fog Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune [Verse 2] The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne The glass was raised, the fired rose The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting While at port adieu or die [Verse 3] A choke of grief heart hardened, I Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry [Verse 4] Surf's Up, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Aboard a tidal wave Come about hard and join The young and often spring you gave I heard the word Wonderful thing A children's song [Section 3] [Refrain] Child, child, child, child, child A child is the father of the man Child, child, child, child, child A child is the father of the man A children's song Have you listened as they played Their song is love And the children know the way That's why the child is the father to the man Child, child, child, child, child Child, child, child, child, child Na na na na na na na na Child, child, child, child, child That's why the child is the father to the man Child, child, child, child, child17

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Cookie Jar

Gym Class Heroes

[Intro] [The-Dream] Radiokilla [Travie McCoy] You know what it is Gym Class Heroes, The-Dream It’s hard to look innocent when I got cookie crumbs all over my face [Hook: The-Dream & Travie McCoy] I like girls They like me They look so cute in their 7 Jeans Want you to be the one And my only I want to be faithful But I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar My hands, my hands, my haha... my hands Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar [Verse 1: Travie McCoy] You see I got this problem I need help trying to solve it 'Cuz meeting after meeting And I'm still a cookie-holic You can hide 'em, I'ma find 'em On the counter, in the closet And I'll say I ain't do it With my face covered in chocolate My girl be setting booby traps To catch me eating Scooby Snacks I left crumbs in the bed once But I told her I was through with that She still don't be believing me And I guess that I'm cool with that But I got a sweet tooth That'll never come loose And the truth of the matter is You might also like[Hook: The-Dream & Travie McCoy] I like girls They like me They look so cute in their 7 Jeans Want you to be the one And my only I want to be faithful But I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar My hands, my hands, my haha... my hands Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar [Verse 2: Travie McCoy] I got a thing for Milano biscotti Italianos And I'll never turn down some Oreos if you got them Butter pecan Puerto Rican Or them oatmeal raisin Asians Hazelnut Brazilians, macadamia Caucasians Double Stuf or Thin Mint It don't matter, you gettin' it 'Cause I got a sweet tooth That'll never come loose And the fact of the matter is [Hook: The-Dream & Travie McCoy] I like girls They like me They look so cute in their 7 Jeans Want you to be the one And my only I want to be faithful But I can't keep my hands out the cookie jar My hands, my hands, my haha... my hands Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my Can't keep my hands, my hands, my ha... my Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar [Bridge: Travie McCoy] I'm a monster for these cookies I'm a beast for their treats I'm an animal for they're crackers Head to feet, they so damn sweet Can't keep my hands, my hands, my hands out the cookie jar7

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Strugglin’

K’naan

(Intro: K'naan) Yeah, yeah, it's me, strugglin' [Verse 1: K'naan] I start out, just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out I'm more gangsta than you are But I ain't about the rou' rou' My season will come, it has to Honestly I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something I'm passed due. Sincerely I'm touchy these days I can't take nothing, I'm tryna treat my record like the law Shit, I'm dying to break something And mostly, I'm up and stressin' When other folks sleep Believe me, I know struggle, and struggle knows me My life owes me, like an overdose I'm slowly, drifting in the arms of trouble Then trouble holds me And nothing else is close to me More than pain unfortunately Like a self fulfilling prophecy, I'm suppose to be (Hook X2) Strugglin', and it's trouble in In this circumstance I'm dwelling in I find myself in the corner huddling With some angry men and I gotta settle shit again Before they gotta kill again You might also like[Verse 2: K'naan] I should be chillin' on beaches Instead my bone freezes Ducking Glocks and I walks Sort of like Jesus The realest thing for me is Since I was a fetus The only break I ever got, was at recess So legitimately, I remain very little relieved Then at thug rappers I remain very little intrigued Can you blame me? Look how we lived in the late eighties Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies And when we'd play these Crazy games, the whole crew had crazy names We even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs But my faith remains, untouched and unchanged Still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range I'm (Hook X2) [Verse 3: K'naan] Aight aight, more to the truth No writing, just recording in the booth Forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove I speak truth my deep roots remain in equal danger The pain on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger Hey man, I'm from the hardest heartless projects Dared departed I'm now known as a recording artist Spilling what little remains of your memories in the process Bitter a little, but making your names into a colossus Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's still with me And ain't much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney And Bush is still bombing poor people yo he's deadly And me I got a little recording gig but evidently I'm (Hook X2) (Outro) Yeah...Yeah...The pain in my song is crazy The pain in my song is crazy Strugglin', still strugglin'

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Smile

K’naan

[Intro: (Anonymous Man) and K'naan] (What's up, world, beautiful people, boys and girls? We 'bout to take you on a journey. My man, why don't you introduce yo'self to the people?) "Salaam" means peace, peace is good. This is K'naan, the Dusty Foot Philosopher. Yo, join me on my journey: this is music - my music - and interpretations of other musics that I enjoy and love. And um, this is called "My Life is a Movie," this whole record. But this song, the first one, is called "Smile." You know, an integral part of our community...we smile while we bleedin', you know. Check it out [Verse 1] Ah-uuuuuuhh, ah-uuuuuuhh, ah-uuuuuuhh Yeah My tragedy's different My life's deep, listen Gotta bail, I'm limpin Walked outta hell's kitchen Why bother cherishin' My past is everything, wrong, and my arrogance Walk down the stairs pissin' Cop us cause they're bitchin' Life isnt fair, singin' Blues and my rap drippin' Ooze out the blood sinkin' Deep down to earth thinking Leave out a nerp chicken I should run forfeiting everything I know, Listen! I was The misdirected I was The least expected Hop on And get rejected Walk on And feel neglected I feel Like I'm the message Unheard But I'm the message I'm the last prolific remaining author from the gutter You might also likeShot was my girlfriend When we was younger Her, I was scarred yo Bullets I survived though Death It's came easy Truth the games needs me Never let them see me down, smile while I'm bleeding [Hook] (Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail (Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due (Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows you Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin' (Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you (Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do (Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yo Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin' [Verse 2] To my man curently in prison I can't speak your name It hurt me that you never listened It can't be the same I had to grow my intuition had me deep in pain Cause I knew my options were either broke or the prison chains I can't do it I can't see it, look Damnit, I can't blow it I got a judge tellin me my lifes key They will throw it Nuh-uh, no sir I plan to have a chauffeur It seems to me this chopping crack is really going no where Therefore I'm resurrected They call me The poor Injection I infect you with the real The Dustyfeetphilosahectagos I spit, so sick I skid out Im fallin'I'm Shit outta luck and I'm trapped but ill get out Can you help me, I'm going crazy My mind plays tricks and I beat on floors like Bushwick My fists bloody and blistered a pair like im balistic I just stare at the red and smile while im bleedin [Hook] (Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail (Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due (Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows you Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin' (Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you (Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do (Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yo Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin' [Verse 3] There are a few things you gotta take into account I'm not an entertainer, I've never been a clown I was born where the mothers give birth while they frown I'd walk with the kids that would bbbrrraaaa a sound, uh I never really thought I'd make it to fourteen And anybody wanted to fight, I was most keen Plus I had a little temper, it was often foreseen Yo, say somethin' bout my momma I'd shoot ya gut out clean But, uh, ya gotta keep in mind that I grew up in Mogadishu The only law was gun law, and we don't walk with a pistol You get laughed at for being so insensitive to the environment Cause how will you be heard when them big boys is firin'? War is no place for a child Especially if he's rollin' with an AK and a smile He had witnessed his own mother bloody in a towel But please, please, never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin' [Hook X2] (Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail (Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due (Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows you Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin' (Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you (Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do (Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yo Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin' (Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail (Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due (Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows you Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin' (Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you (Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do (Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yo Never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'1

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Take A Minute

K’naan

[Intro] And any man who knows a thing Knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all And every time I felt the hurting I felt the giving getting me up off the wall I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze [Verse 1: K'naan] How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday When injustice had him caged and trapped in every way? How did Gandhi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all? Didn't do it to gain power or money if I recall It's to give, I guess I'll pass it on Mother thinks it'll lift the stress of Babylon My mother knows; my mother, she suffered blows I don't know how we survived such violent episodes I was so worried, it hurt to see you bleed But as soon as you came out the hospital, you gave me sweets, yeah They tried to take you from me but you still only gave 'em some prayers and sympathy Dear Mama, you helped me write this By showing me to give is priceless [Chorus] And any man who knows a thing Knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all And every time I felt the hurting I felt the giving getting me up off the wall I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze You might also like[Verse 2: K'naan] All I can say is the worst is over now We can serve the hard times, divorce, it's over now They try to keep us out but the doors is open now My nigga Akon is getting awards and covers now This is K'naan, and still repping the S Coming out of Mogadishu and still draped in the mess And no matter how we strong homie It ain't easy coming out of where we from, homie And it's the reason why I can never play for me "Tell 'em the truth" is what my dead homies told me, ooh, yeah I take inspiration from the most heinous of situations Creating medication out my own tribulations Dear Africa, you helped me write this By showing me to give is priceless [Chorus] And any man who knows a thing Knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all And every time I felt the hurting I felt the giving getting me up off the wall I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze I'm just gonna take a minute and let it ride I'm just gonna take a minute and let it breeze [Outro] Nothing is perfect, man, that's what the world is All I know is I'm enjoying today, you know 'Cause it ain't every day that you get to give7

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Fit but You Know It

The Streets

[Intro: Teddy Mitchell] Excuse me, girl I know it's a bit embarrassing but I just noticed some tan lines On your shirt [Verse 1: Mike Skinner] See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even nine and a half in four beers' time That blue Topshop top you've got on, it is nice Bit too much fake tan, though, but yeah, you score high But there's just one little thing that's really, really Really, really annoying me about you, you see Yeah, yeah, like I said, you are really fit But my gosh, don't you just know it? [Chorus: Teddy Mitchell] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it? [Verse 2: Mike Skinner] So when I looked at you standing there with your horde I was waiting in the queue, looking at the board Wondering whether to have a burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed out the corner of my eye Looking toward my direction, your eyes locked on my course I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order Which lost me my place in the queue I waited for, yeah See The Streets LiveGet tickets as low as $86You might also like[Chorus: Teddy Mitchell] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it? [Bridge: Mike Skinner & Teddy Mitchell] Whoa! (Leave it out) Are you smoking crack or something? (Leave it out) Mike, just leave it, just leave it We cannot have that behaviour in this establishment (Leave it out) It's not worth it, Mike, just leave it Don't touch me It's not worth it Don't touch me (Leave it out) Don't t—look, I'm alright, don't touch me [Verse 3: Mike Skinner] For a while there I was thinking, "Yeah, but, what if?" Picturing myself pulling with bare white hot wit Snaring you as you were standing there opposite Whether or not you knew it, I swear you didn't tick And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing Was clocking onto you too, yeah, I had to admit That yeah, yeah, you are fit and yeah, I do want it But I stop sharking a minute to get chips and drinks [Chorus: Teddy Mitchell] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it? [Verse 4: Mike Skinner] Now, I bashed my head hard earlier due to the brew But I am digressing slightly, so I’ll continue I didn’t want to bowl over all geezer and rude Not rude like 'good', but just rude like 'uncouth' You girls think you can just flirt and it comes to you Well, let me tell you, see, yes, yes, you are really rude And rude as in 'good', I knew this as you stood and queued But I just did not wanna give this satisfaction to you [Chorus: Teddy Mitchell] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it? [Verse 5: Mike Skinner] Oi, and just as you started to make your big advance With the milkshake and that little doughnut in hand I was like, nah, I can't, even though you look grand But you look sharp there, smiling hard, suggesting and Gleaming away with your hearty, hearty-looking tan But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan You walked towards my path but you just brushed right past And into the arms of that fucking white-shirted man [Chorus: Teddy Mitchell] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it? [Verse 6: Mike Skinner & Teddy Mitchell] Oh, oi, what do I give a fuck? I've got a girlfriend anyway (Whoa, we've all had a drink, mate...) We're all a bit drunk, we've had a few, fair play I got this Stella I bummed from that last cafe This night's not even begun, yes, yes, oh yay I did fancy you a bit, though, yeah, I must say I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display But this is just another case of female stopping play In an otherwise total result of a holiday [Chorus: Teddy Mitchell] I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it? [Outro: Teddy Mitchell & Mike Skinner] Haha, huh, huh, huh You're fit but you know it You're fit but you know it You're fit but you know it I think I'm going to fall over I think I'm going to fall o– Fucking hell4

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Birthday Sex

Jeremih

[Verse 1] It's yo' birthday so I know you want to ri-i-ide out Even if we only go to my-y-y house Sip mo' easy as we sit up on my-y-y couch Feels good but I know you want to cry-y-y out You say you want passion, I think you found it Get ready for action, don't be astounded We switchin' positions, you feel surrounded Tell me where you want your gift, girl [Chorus] Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' about your lovin' Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh Birthday sex, birthday sex (It's the best day of the year, girl) Birthday sex, birthday sex (It feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot) [Verse 2] See you sexy and them jeans got me on tent One, two, three, think I got you pinned Don't tap out; fight until the end Ring that bell; we gon' start over again We grindin' with passion 'cause it's yo' birthday Been at it for hours, I know you thirsty You kiss me so sweetly, taste just like Hershey's Just tell me how you want your gift, girl See Jeremih LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus] Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' about your lovin' Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh Birthday sex, birthday sex (It's the best day of the year, girl) Birthday sex, birthday sex (It feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot) [Verse 3] First, I'm gonna take a dive into the water Deep until I know I pleased that body, body, ah-ooh Or, girl, without a broom, I might just sweep you off your feet And make you wanna tell somebody, body how I do Or maybe we can float on top my waterbed You close your eyes as I improv between yo' legs We work our way from kitchen stoves and tables Girl, you know I'm more than able to please, yeah Say you wanted flowers on the bed But you got me and hours on the bed [Chorus] Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night dreamin' 'bout your lovin' Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh Birthday sex, birthday sex (It's the best day of the year, girl) Birthday sex, birthday sex (It feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot)67

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Sweet Love

112

(Q) Girl I want your body close You on top of me Can you feel it I'm gonna make your body drip all over me Baby me inside of you (Slim) Soooo take off all your clothes and throw them on the floor You won't need them Cause I'm gonna give you every little thing you need and more Let me tell you what I wanna do [Hook with Slim adlibs] I wanna make love sweet love All night long to the rising of the sun bring Your body close to mine and it feels so right Don't let go of me Girl I wanna make love sweet love All night long to the rising of the sun Bring your body close to mine and it feels so right Don't let go of me (Mike) Baby I can give it to you any way you like it You just let me know I'm giving you the key so you can drive me fast or slow Cause on this ride of love we're gonna go to places you and I ain't never been before See 112 LiveGet tickets as low as $55You might also like(Daron) Baby imagine me kissing all over you your body's trembling I know your feeling me Ooh now it's getting serious and I'm tired of being curious Girl my body is filled with lust I can't take it no more I am about to explode [Hook with Daron adlibs] (Q) Girl the chemistry between us I can't explain I love to hear you call my name (Slim) I can see it in your eyes that you want me too (Mike) Don't you be afraid of what I'm gonna do to you Girl the tears you cry are out of happiness Pleasure instead of loneliness (Slim) Eeeeevery single part of me inside of you Pleasing you teasing you Making sweet love1

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Bop Gun (One Nation)

Ice Cube

[Intro] At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun We unleash you a positive light. The bop gun can do you no harm It frees yo mind, so yo' behind can follow. (Yeahhh.) So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it So high you can't get over it IIIIIIII, can't get over it Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Well all right! Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Attention all radio station jocks Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit The Mothership Connection is upon you again Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet? Ready or not, here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in [Verse 1: Ice Cube] 1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce Ice Cube comin' with the half ounce Not Just Knee Deep, Jeep fulla smog A, To, mic, Dog Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine How much longer will you be mine? And I'mma tell ya, I don't like drama So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama 'Cause Bertha Butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew But I'd rather fuck you, boo And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son And hit you with the bop gun See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[George Clinton] Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Gonna be freakin' up and down Hang up really late The groove I only got We shall all be moved Ready or not, here we come Gettin down for the one which we believe in One nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now {Yeah.} Dance, sucka, dance! {Yeah, heh heh. And it don't stop. Sheeeit.} Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Aw, feet don't fail me now! Ha ha! Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk Nothin but the funk? {Hit you with the bop gun, heh Buss a cap with my bop gun Gotta hit you with the bop gun Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, cause I'm the top gun...} Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep, come on} Ready or not, here we come Gettin down on the one which we believe in [Verse 2: Ice Cube] If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys Playin with our toys M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun Under the sun, under the sun So rough, so tough when I get down The disco fiend with the monster sound I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in You let her funk me cause my funk is the best Comin from the West Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that If it's rough, make the girls say "Do that stuff! Aw, do that stuff!" But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now {Trick! Yeeah!} Jus hit 'em with the bop gun! One nation under a groove {heh} Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now {Get up with the bop gun...} One nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time) Gettin' down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh} One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove (now everybody say) Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Feet don't fail me now! Ha ha! {Get 'em with the bop gun I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh On yo ass with the with the bop gun I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah And it don't stop And it won't stop} Here's my chance to dance my wayyy Out of my constriction (Yeahhh, feel the shit now!) {Oh shit} ... hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! {Oh yeah} Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now (That's right!) Do you promise the funk Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Ooo, feet don't fail me now Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd 'Bout time I got down one time (Can I get down one time) [Ice Cube] Do not attempt to adjust your radio There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride As the buffalo bitch go round the outside Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip Got Daytons on the mothership And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close Dog chow got the hoes Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole Now I'll big bang you with my black pole Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike Just made bail, tonight So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun [Outro] (Ready or not, here we come Getting down on the one which we believe in) One nation under a groove (Here is my chance to dance my wayyy) Gettin down just for the funk of it (One Nationnnn) One nation and we're on the move (Get it on my good foot, good gawd) Nothin can stop us now (Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee) One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now (Now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!) One nation under a groove (Can I get it on my good foot) Gettin down just for the funk of it (Bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now (Uh huh, uh huh, one nation) One nation under a groove (Can I get it on my good foot) Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now One nation under a groove (Ooh yeah) Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Ooh yeah) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now (Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee) One nation under a groove Gettin' down just for the funk of it (Bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us nowwwwww2

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Speakers Going Hammer

Soulja Boy

[Chorus] I wake up early in the morning 'round the crack of dawn and Wave to my neighbors like what's up? (Say what's up?) And I’m all tatted up, dat bang in my trunk Everybody in ma city show me love Because I got my speakers going hammer, bammer-bammer-bammer [Verse 1] My speakers out of space like ET Cops watch me all day like TV SOD hit the club, we be so deep Mayne I'm deep in the game I grind like a OG I got 12 diamond chains like a OZ Follow me like the Wizard of Oz Girls love my style cause it is so neat Ask about me in the streets I spit so heat Ain’t nobody in the game messing with my clique Style swift hot like it’s July 10th Fly chick in my whip with nice tits Her boyfriend paid for it, I didn’t Ice game, cold as a polar bear Sun hit my chain, watch it make a solar flare We gettin' money over here hands in the air Y'all making it too easy, it’s not fair [Chorus] I wake up early in the morning 'round the crack of dawning Wave to my neighbors like what's up? (Say what's up?) And I’m all tatted up, dat bang in my trunk Everybody in ma city show me love Because I got my speakers going hammer, bammer-bammer-bammer See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Verse 2] I remember back in the days, man, I was broke These days Soulja Tell 'Em run a hundred spokes No joke, mayne I’m balling out the atmosphere Say you ball harder then me, man get 'em outta here I gotta my speakers going ham in my Lamborghini Two door coupe, girl in bikini Passenger seat and she five star she so swag She so Fabolous, they way she throw it in the bag Its young soulja soulja mayne I swear I’m popping tags Back then, you could catch me in a Pontiac These days drop top Phantom with a 100 stacks Yeah they buy this album but they want they money back Girls wet like they living in a fish tank I’m getting money man what the fuck a bitch think Young Soulja got my speakers going MC Hammer Like Rick Ross bitch I think I’m MC Hammer [Chorus] I wake up early in the morning 'round the crack of dawning Wave to my neighbors like what's up? (Say what's up?) And I’m all tatted up, dat bang in my trunk Everybody in ma city show me love Because I got my speakers going hammer, bammer-bammer-bammer4

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Addiction

Kanye West

[Intro: Etta James] You make me smile with my heart, oh [Chorus: Kanye West & Etta James] Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good? Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would Man, I tried to stop, man, I tried the best I could But you make me smile [Verse 1: Kanye West & Etta James] What's your addiction? Is it money? Is it girls? Is it weed? I've been afflicted by not one, not two, but all three She's got the same thing, about me, but more, about us She's coming over, so I guess, that means, I'm her drugs (You make me smile) Just let me peek now, I mean, damn, I'm so curious She's got a lover, so the lies, and the lust, is a rush Time's of the essence, I need you to be spontaneous Roll up the doja, Henny and Co-Co-Coca-Cola (You make me smile with my heart, ohh) Then I'm co-coming over 'cause it's ne-never over [Chorus: Kanye West & Etta James] Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good? Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would Man, I tried to stop, man, I tried the best I could But you make me smile You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West & Etta James] I see the emotion in your eyes, that you try not to show We get the closest when you high, or you drunk, or you blown So I pour the potion, so we could both get high, as we could go Then I'll get the lotion, and do somethin' to me, when your thighs is exposed (You make me smile) There's no turning back now, I mean I don't mean to impose Not now but right now, I need you to undress, and then pose I'm into that now, catch a vibe, when the doors, get closed Roll up the doja, Henny and Co-Co-Coca Cola (You make me smile with my heart) And I keep co-coming over 'cause it's ne-never over [Chorus: Kanye West, Strings & Etta James] Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good? Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would Man, I tried to stop, man, I tried the best I could But you make me smile Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good? Everything they told me not to is exactly what I would Man, I tried to stop, man, I tried the best I could But you make me smile [Outro: Kanye West & Etta James] I just wanted to ask you Just wanted to um, let me, how would I put this, uhh Let's say, all your friends, remember the one You said, if you ever, she would be the one Okay, okay, okay (You make me smile with my heart) Well, I was thinking, hypothetically I mean, don't take this seriously Don't take me, I mean, just, uhh, not credibly I'm feeling incredibly, I mean, let's let it be I just let it be I mean you, her and me (You make me smile with my heart) I mean you, her and me Maybe, baby, baby You know I was just kidding Unless you gon' do it (You make me smile)51

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Pray

JAY-Z

[Intro: Beyoncé] Deliver me from my enemies, oh God Defend me from all that rise up against me Deliver me from the work of iniquity And save me from the Bloody Men [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Look, mind state of a gangster from the 40s Meets the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy Turned crack rock into a chain of 40/40's Sorry, my jewelry's so gaudy Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris America, meet the gangster Shawn Corey "Hey, Young World," wanna hear a story? Close your eyes and you can pretend you're me I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedys Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese This is the genesis of a nemesis Mother America's not witnessed since The Harlem Renaissance birthed Black businesses This is the tale of lost innocence As the incense burn And the turntables turn and that Al Green plays I see my mother's afro As Mama taps her toes, as she rolls her J's And my papa just left the house In search of the killer of my Uncle Ray And she's trying to calm her nerves As I observe, this is just one day And what tomorrow has in store, we can never be sure So all we can do is pray You might also like[Break: Beyoncé] Because of your strength While I walked upon thee For God is my defense Pray for me! [Verse 2: Jay-Z] As I head to my homeroom I observe the ruins, dope needles on the ground I hear a car go, "Vroom" Drug dealer in the BM with the top down As the girls start to giggle I ask, "Why you laugh?" They say, "You're too little" "One day, you'll understand when you become a man About things you have to get you" Fast-forward, freeze-frame on my pistol Fistful of dollars, ignorance is so blissful I didn't choose this life, this life chose me Around here, it's the shit that you just do I just left school The same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue They had their guns drawn, screaming, "Just move!" ("Don't move!") "Or is there something else you suggest we can do?" He made his way to the trunk, opened it like, "Huh?" A treasure chest was removed Cops said he'll be back next month What we call corrupt, he calls paying dues Now, when the rules is blurred— As they is and were—what am I to do? But pray? Pray the Lord forgive me Pray He guides me by for what I'm 'bout to go through Pray [Break: Beyoncé] Deliver me in thy righteousness And cause me to escape And climb thine air unto me Save me thine Lord Pray for me! [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Geah... Anywhere there's oppression The drug profession flourishes like beverages, refreshing Ahh! Sweet taste of sin Everything I seen made me everything I am Bad drug dealer or victim, I beg What came first? Moving chickens or the egg? This is why I be so fresh I'm tryna beat life 'cause I can't cheat death Treat shame with shamelessness Aim stainlesses at anuses You know the game this is? Move coke like Pepsi, don't matter what the brand name is I stand behind mine Everything I do, I'm a man behind mine I'm not an angel, I'm sure But every night before I lay, I drop my knees to the floor And I pray [Outro: Beyoncé] The name shall endure forever The name shall be continued as long as the sun Pray for me! Men shall be blessed in Him All nations shall call Him blessed In Your name, I pray Pray for me! Lord bless us6

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We Major

Kanye West

[Produced by Jon Brion, Kanye West & Warryn Campbell] [Chorus: Really Doe] You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up And watch how we roll up, and I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that 'gnac, I wanna fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end Puff-puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, nigga, that's a chaser Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] We major? C'mon, homie, we major We major? C'mon, homie, we major We major! C'mon, homie, we major We major! C'mon [Verse 1: Kanye West] Feeling better than some head on a Sunday afternoon Better than a chick that say "Yes" too soon Until you have a daughter; that's what I call karma And you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon Projects tore up, gang signs is thrown up Niggas hats broke off, that's how we grow up Why else you think shorties write rhymes? Just to blow up? Get they first car and then, IRS show up He ain't never had shit, but he had that nine Nigga come through flicking and he had that shine Put two and two together and a little bad weather Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line Asked the reverend, "Was the strip clubs cool? If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school?" That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me You might also like[Chorus: Really Doe] You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up And watch how we roll up, and I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that 'gnac, I wanna fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end Puff puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, nigga, that's a chaser Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major [Post-Chorus: Nas] We major? C'mon, homie, we major We major? C'mon, homie, we major We major! C'mon, homie, we major We major! C'mon, homie, we major [Verse 2: Nas] I heard the beat and I ain't know what to write First line—should it be about the hoes or the ice? Four-fours or Black Christ? Both flows'd be nice Rap about big paper or the black man plight At the studio console, asked my man to the right "What this verse sound like? Should I freestyle or write? He said, "Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, still" Looked at the pad and pencil, and jotted what I feel Been like twelve years since a nigga first signed Now, I'm a free agent, and I'm thinking it's time To build my very own Motown 'Cause rappers be deprived of executive nine-to-fives And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life And I love to give my blood, sweat and tears to the mic So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony when King got killed I survived the livest niggas around Lasted longer than more than half of you clowns Look, I used to cook before I had the game took Either way, my change came like Sam Cooke [Refrain: Tony Williams & Nas] Ba-dop-ba-ba (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Feeling better than I ever felt before today Like better late than never; it's orientation Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away Oh, oh, oh, ooh! [Chorus: Really Doe & Tony Williams] You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up And watch how we roll up, and (Ba-dop-ba-ba) I can't control it, I can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that 'gnac, I wanna fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door, we smoke until the day's end Puff-puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hpnotiq for Henny? Now, nigga, that's a chaser (Oh, oh, oh, ooh!) Turn nothing to something, now, pimping, that's a savior (Ba-dop-ba-ba) Best things are green, now, pimpin', get your paper High off the ground, from stair to skyscraper Cool out, thinking we local, c'mon, homie, we major [Post-Chorus: Kanye West & Nas] We major? (C'mon, homie, we major) We major? (C'mon, homie, we major) We major! (C'mon, homie, we major) We major! [Refrain: Tony Williams] Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-ba-ba Feeling better than I ever felt before today But better late than never; it's orientation Still, we can make it better, throwing all your cares away! [Interlude: Kanye West & Tony Williams] Can I talk my shit again? Can I talk my shit again? I can't believe I'm back up in this motherfucker I'ma be late, though I gotta figure out what I'm finna wear Yeah The Roc is definitely in the building G.O.O.D. Music's definitely in the building, ugh I gotta say "What's up" to Tony Williams On the vocals! Sings—He sings quite beautifully, don't you agree? Don't you agree? Ugh And Jon Brion on the keys right now And Warryn Campbell on the keys right now So they asked me: "Why you call it Late Registration, 'Ye?" 'Cause we takin' these motherfuckers back to school La, la, la, la-la-la-la la If you know this part right here, feel free to sing along La la la la la, la-la-la [Refrain: Tony Williams & Kanye West] Ba-dop-bop-ba (Oh) Feeling better than I ever felt before today (If you feeling good) But better late than never; it's orientation (It's orientation) But we can make it better, throwing all your cares away [Outro] We want you to get used to this Oh, oh, oh, ooh! Ba-dop-bop-ba Ugh, they can't do what we do, baby Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do baby Uh-uh, uh-uh! They can't do what we do, baby Yeah Oh, oh, oh, ooh!50

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Damn It Feels Good To Be a Taylor

Wiz Khalifa

Yeeh It's young Khalifa man I know I say that before every song But that's really, actually who the fuck I am so Uh uh Damn it feels good to be a Taylor To rock camo shorts, chuck-t's and smoke papers Weed comin' in all flavors Fall up in the spot as long as the champagnes there Couple pretty hoes I don't know their name here Smell the weed, see two fingers know my gang near Yeh you ballin' but they ain't cheer I guess they tired of rootin' for the same players Real niggas run up on me at my shows, hoes show me love, promoters give me plane fare I'm somewhere at the top I'm planning on stayin' there Mouth full of kush ridin' in my favorite pair And this is for anyone who seen a nigga vision from the begining realize that you made it clear Laugh now fly later, damn it feels good to be a taylor And that's what it is man, taylor gang or die Damn it feels good to be a taylor So ya'll just catchin' on it's all good You know I fucks with all my taylors Taylor gang world wide You know I had to do something strictly for the fans I'm workin' on my album right now I made kush and orange juice go through the roof I'm smokin' some sour kush See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also likeI'm smokin' one got another one rolled (it's really good sour) Seein' tickets to every show so They won't sleep till we let them know (so roll up, you know) Now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go (do what we do) I'm smokin' one got another one rolled (keep it Taylor man) Seein' tickets to every show so (2010) They won't sleep till we let them know (this years almost over so next year) Now they repin' taylor gang everywhere we go We just gonna' be doin' the same shit but like on a higher level And that was a weed joke (na-hahahahaha) Let's go Jerm I see you Yah you thought I was goin' in the song without sayin' whats up to Jerm That nigga Taylor Gang Whaddup Bill Yeh All my twitter follows man Straight up Everyone hit me up on youtube All my fans that download my mixtape at datpiff.com Yeh All the blogs that fuck withchu man7

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GhettoMusick

OutKast

[Intro: André 3000] Woo! Turn me up, don't turn me down Cut me up, don't let me down Find, find a way [Chorus: André 3000] Find a way to get out, a-without a hit out You dig in, you dig out, you get out GhettoMusick GhettoMusick (Woo) Find a way to get in, to fit in, to get on To get out, without a doubt GhettoMusick GhettoMusick [Interlude: André 3000] Climbing out this hole (Climbing out this hole) With a frown on my face (In the place to be) In the place to be and not to be at the same time [Pre-Chorus: André 3000] G-H-E-T-T-O M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we won't play 'round If it don't stank like they stank, then they can't swallow that down Your battleship is sunk, I wish Grandma could see us— You might also like[Chorus: André 3000] Find a way to get out, a-without a hit out You dig in, you dig out, you get out GhettoMusick GhettoMusick Find a way to get in, to fit in You get on, you get out, without a doubt GhettoMusick GhettoMusick [Post-Chorus: Big Boi & Patti LaBelle] I just want you to know how I feel (How I feel) Feeling good, feeling great How I feel, oh, I Feeling great, feeling good, how are you, you? I just want you to know how I feel Feeling good, feeling great How I feel Feeling great, feeling good, how are you? [Verse: Big Boi] Hot tub, bad to the bony, I'm Tony Ask my Grandmama Edna Mae Kearse—she showed me How to be the smooth operator, dominator In the state of Georgia, hip-hop standard destroyer Leave a motherfucker open like a foyer "He from the Dirty"— now here come the paranoia A lawyer couldn't object or disrespect the technique Sweat me, wipe off the sweat Fight off the shit, and flush the waste down The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground Find my purpose on the surface of this Earth This planet's standards trust and the purpose Campaign in vain for the same lame fame you've obtained You ought to be detained By the Hip-Hop Sheriff, locked up, no possibility Of getting out because the shit you make is killing me And my ears, and my peers I hear the end is near, no fear, we disappear Then reappear again in a fresh, new light I hope it's peaceful and cloudy, 'cause if it's not, we gotta fight, like [Pre-Chorus: André 3000] G-H-E-T-T-O M-U-S-I-C-K, stay down O-U-T-K-A-S-T, just know that we won't wait 'round If it don't stank like they stank, then they can't swallow that down Your battleship is sunk, I wish Grandma could see us— [Chorus: André 3000] Find a way to get out, a-without a hit out You dig in, you dig out, you get out GhettoMusick GhettoMusick (Woo) Find a way to get in, to fit in, to get on To get out, without a doubt GhettoMusick GhettoMusick [Post-Chorus: Big Boi & Patti LaBelle] I just want you to know how I feel Feeling good, feeling great How I feel Feeling great, feeling good, how are you, you? I just want you to know how I feel Feeling good, feeling great How I feel Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?10

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The Bounce

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] Uh, just point out the bounce, uh-huh Show me the bounce, yeah Just point out the bounce, geah Timbo the king, yeah Young Hov the king, yeah Just point out the bounce, yes Just point out the bounce nigga Yo, listen [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Rumor has it The Blueprint classic Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden So September 11th marks the era forever Of a revolutionary Jay Guevara Now it's a whole museum of Hov MC'ers Everybody dupin' the flow—you see 'em Everybody loopin' up soul It's like they tryna make The Blueprint 2 before Hov Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kanyeezy See how we adjust to the game so easy Chicks belly dancin, glancin every chance they get Like, "Oh shit, he's so handsome" Still in demand in the longest run standing Kidnapped rap seven years, no ransom Can't one nigga get it back, no rap Young Hov's going to Canton, I'ma land ya You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z] (Point out the bounce) I'll show you how to get this dough in Large amounts 'til it's hard to count (Point out the bounce) I turn a eighth to an ounce To a whole ki to the R-O-C (Point out the bounce) Timbo the king, nigga (Uh-huh, woo) Uh-huh, ay, uh (Point out the bounce) Geah, young Hov the king, nigga Uh, I got y'all [Verse 2: Jay-Z] For those that think Hov fingers bling-blingin' Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English They only know what the single is And single that out to be the meaning of what he's about And being I'm about my business, not mingling much Running my mouth, that shit kept lingering But no, dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinkling The album with to keep the registers ringing In real life, I'm much more distinguished I'm like a bloke from London, England Geah, you jingling, baby See, I go right back and I bring 'em in baby Business mind of a Ross Perot but never lost my soul Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good Slangin them O's like a real OG should "Oh, he's good" "No, he would never sell out, he's so hood" [Chorus: Jay-Z & Kanye West] (Point out the bounce) I'll show you how to get this dough in Large amounts 'til it's hard to count (Point out the bounce) I turn a eighth to an ounce To a whole ki to the R-O-C (Point out the bounce) Timbo the king, nigga (Uh-huh, woo) Uh-huh, ay, uh (Point out the bounce) Geah, young Hov the king, nigga Uh, uh (Yeah) [Verse 3: Kanye West] Magazines call me a (Rockstar) girls call me (Cock star) Billboard (Popstar) neighborhood (Block star) Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps (We mobsters) Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!" Yeah, that's how I feel (Uh-huh) To be down, you must appeal To the crew, we're rated R O-C, OG, Bobby Johnson son Ask me, "Ray-Ray, is that yo' car?" "I seen MTV, I know who you are" "You did Takeover, do you got beef with Nas?" I did take over the game, brought back the soul Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold Platinum to go, yeah, that's the flow All I know, I gots to blow And I don't play pause, I'm from Chicago [Chorus: Jay-Z] I'll show you how to get this dough in Large amounts 'til it's hard to count (Point out the bounce) I turn a eighth to an ounce To a whole ki to the R-O-C (Point out the bounce) Timbo the king, nigga, uh (Point out the bounce) Geah, young Hov the king, nigga [Outro: Jay-Z] Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce Point out the bounce10

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If All Else Fails

Joe Budden

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Mic check, one two, one two This what the fuck I'm talkin about right here though You ready Parks? [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Check it (woo!), if all else fails, I get back to what I know Ratchet for my foes (uh), watchin for informants, take a stab at it with snow Long john jacket for the cold, some habits are hard to outgrow I work so hard, you think the studio's my lodge inn If all else fails (what?) I don't have a doubt that I'd be back in that studio apartment Gettin it in, closet size living room and the kitchen's my den Playin lotto, hopin numbers'll save the day Back to price checking, back to layaways Since I ain't never hit nothin like a bad fadeaway Back to the corner, takin a bag of haze to face Basic flow, when I tried to get my cake to grow (what?) I hit the pawn shop and turn into Trader Joe Sheisty kid, yack ya jewels while they glistenin Snatch the hearing aid from a senior, while they listenin If all else fail, don't know where I'd be Scratch that, probably at home, nowhere to be Or probably fuckin a broad that, I treat like a floor mat Ugly enough to cover her face when a gauze pad (uh) And that's a step down from my New York rat That ride it like a horse back (uh), with the horse back But it won't fail, so if you try to rob the kid Banana clips by the bed'll put a stop to it Nevermind that, first you gotta beat the guard I can change the channel on my TV and see the yard If it all failed, I'm ready for the scam Forgin fake checks screamin �Catch Me If You Can� If all else fails, I'd be out pullin Jerz capers Knowin me, I'd be best friends with my worst haters Uh, I'd be dustin off the AR or be behind state bars, for jackin a bait car If all failed, I'd be right back in them block cyphers Just to show these local niggas I'm a lot nicer Cause the less you succeed, the more you loved for it While the more you achieve, the more you snubbed for it If all else failed and my pockets were empty Everything I despised, I'd probably envy Ignorant shit rappers floss that offends me Cause I wouldn't be able to attain it, it would tempt me Frontin in my man's Maserati I might bag somethin with a modest body, from a college party Next morning hungover so she can't remember I would deck my whole crib out from Rent-A-Center If all else failed and I ain't get a break yet I'd get unemployment while collectin a paycheck Would it mean I wasn't built for the bright lights? Say goodbye to front row seats at fight night If it all failed, I'd have a pretty common future From a Chart House nigga to a Ramen noodler Would my girl say you no longer attract me Pack up all her shit and head South with an athlete? My name would hold no weight, so I'd lose the perks OD on OxyContin, abuse the percs I'd be a felon gettin my scriptures tatted on (uh) First 48 star gettin ratted on If all else fails, I wouldn't take precaution New hooptie every month would be my way of flossin And the crib would be an all night party With six baby moms, then I'd Jet 'em like Cromartie Uh, fantasizin the girls I could of dated Hood referrin to 'em as the one that could of made it Uh, I'd be the only one who cares Or am I just recitin my fears as they appear? Shouldn't of even put the idea in the air Cause it's not possible, let's make that clear baby (ta)You might also like

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All Of Me

Joe Budden

[Chorus: Emanny] I give you my all, but it seems like that's not enough Now you can get all of me A lot of things have changed from what I see Is this the way its supossed to be [Verse: Joe Budden] Are you in that mood yet, one mo' 'gain ARE YOU IN THAT MOOD YET Look, they say tomorrow's not promised, but if it was I wouldn't get open Wouldn't get souped, them shit's was made to be broken 'Member comin' up dudes talkin' 'bout hoes, boastin' I was just a Juvenile movin in slow motion I dropped outta school to be a dude with mad jewelry Once I got it shit wasn't even cool to me I dreamt of condos and video vixens Until I learned most girls in videos is pigeons I just wanted the world to see that I was for real with it Wanted a deal, I got it and couldn't deal with it I want me and my old homeboys to still kick it I wish they saw me as Mouse and not a meal ticket Let the beat play, I wish I could see a day wit no he say, she say, just wanna see Trey Wanna play the hood and not fuck with the toasters Middle child, wish me and my brother was closer I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to And then remember it takes two people to argue All she do is provoke me, all I do is diss her All I did was shake her, she say that I hit her She just takin' everythin' I say out of context I'm tryin' not to black, I'm like a nigga with a complex Was mad as a fuck, didn't even show it Yesterday was better off, didn't even know it Complete role reversal so it's useless these days TV got real, music went fake, please help her for God's sake When I proposed to the game I figured life was merry Five years later I'm feelin' like Tyler Perry Maybe I'm exhausted, maybe I just lost it Maybe I should pick up a pen and try n' force it Same old story, guts and no glory They tryna low ball me, do him like Joe Torre I reintroduced myself to the world: I'm Jerz I'm an artist, I paint pictures, I don't rhyme words More than a rapper, I pay attention to detail But how I do in retail tells me if I prevail Leonardo ain't seen these trials and tribulations Foul situations with some mild stipulations I feel like being an addict is a curse It's somethin' 'bout dude that makes bad shit worse There's three types of niggas in this world, you know? So you either gon' make shit happen (or) Watch shit happen or (or,) not know what happened So I couldn't just sit there like, fuck rappin' It's dudes with problems I couldn't imagine havin' If I had to have 'em I couldn't fathom me lastin', like I used to bump into Tammy in the club Few of them, she even helped a nigga get in See a person long enough you know you bound to get fly wit 'em Care for 'em, be more than "hi" and "bye" with 'em Its been a while, I can't front like I ain't phased She was my reality check, 'cause we the same age I mean she put on a show that you can't stage She made the shit sound effortless I was damn near in tears checkin' my messages I got goosebumps all over my skin She said, "Mouse, I highly doubt that I'll ever see you again" Hope everything is well, kid You see I'm just findin' out I have a brain tumor, but I never felt it The doctor's giving me three weeks to live Not three weeks 'til I die, that's three weeks to give I just wanna tell you that I love you and I care I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career" And then she broke into tears I pressed seven, took the phone from my ears Sometimes the simplest of things people need it But I ain't call back in fear of being speechless What was I to put her at ease with I picked a real bad time to be strategic I think my life's bad, picking up the pieces Some folk already got they appointment to see Jesus In this world full of diseases I've learned not to bite my tongue or have seizures Depression tells me I suck So I reply, I ain't here 'cause I fell down, I'm here 'cause I got up And then I'm goin' back and forth with Ransom Shit came outta nowhere, was real random According to him, I'm responsible for Jerz too I never helped niggas, how the fuck you think they heard you Motherfucka's got a lot of nerve, dude I was the nigga believed in you spittin' Had to con the industry just so they would listen But go 'head, you just gon' rep yourself How was you protecting me, you can't protect yourself Keep the lies to a minimal, just read your interview I can't help but ask what's gotten into dude Media trainin' but he don't know how that go It'd help you come across not soundin' like an asshole In my past though been to jail, I ain't enjoy it So why would I stand behind the mic and exploit it I ain't ig'nant, just because I exercise spiritually They try to ignore how I exercise lyrically I thought I had a great job Back when niggas loved the culture, wasn't in it for the money like a A-Rod Even when I'm spitting 'bout current events Its a sublime sayin', who's more current than him? So I'm wonderin', if a higher power tryna under-man When you shoot for the stars, sometimes your gun'll jam I ain't been to Summer Jam I learned from Lupe: when you dumb it down its just harder to understand 2008, foes is still near me So you can think I'm tight as FUCK, I'm still weary The Geto Boys say its all in the mind Certain wounds only heal over time No shame in my game, no pain, no gain And since I ain't see a prophet I figured God would stop it Waitin' on a alley, niggas just won't lob it Still a risk taker let me put it in words Can't steal second base and keep your foot on first Been about ten years since I was high off the angel Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel In front of my eyes that prize keep gettin' dangled But can't grab at it, my pride is being strangled Workin' shorty's nerves like a personal trainer But its me, its personal, it ain't her Friends keep tellin me leave her, I won't Cause she sees somethin' in me that I don't And I see somethin' in her that ya'll won't If you never been in love don't tell me I'm wrong See I preach gratitude, she keeps an attitude Argue long enough and that shit becomes laughable My norm now since for her it's so natural Wish I could tell her that all them niggas after you So not compatible, that we compatible Its nothin' else in this world that we would rather do Anybody out there relate to my pain Turn the music up let me know that I'm sane We broke up, bitches was starin' at my chain Dude was fuckin' you but starin' at my name But we ain't gotta entertain all that Back like we never left, we overcame all that Fuck who made better tacos or who's ass fatter Let's live for now, right now, none of that matters Keep bringin' it up its goin' backlash us Why am I meeting so many back-stabbers? Why when I'm about to crash I go faster? Past is a disaster When your house is see through, learn to close your eyes In case the Glass shatters Just sayin', it's always a million more pages when my stupid ass keep Thinkin' I'm on the last chapter No tit for tat, I ain't equipped for that Back in New York, chit chat with a Midget Mack As I get older...I keep gettin' sick of rap Wanna call it quits, but a nigga can't picture that...You might also like6

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Gettin’ Jiggy wit It

Will Smith

[Intro] (Bring it) Wooooo Uh, uh, uh, uh Haha, haha What, what, what, what Uh [Verse 1] On your mark ready set let's go, dance floor pro I know you know I go psycho (Woo) When my new joint hit, just can't sit Gotta get jiggy wit it, ooh, that's it Now honey honey come ride, DKNY All up in my eye, you got a Prada Bag with a lot-a, stuff in it (Ugh, ugh, ugh) Give it to your friend let's spin, everybody lookin' at me Glancin' the kid, wishing they was dancin' a jig Here with this handsome kid, ciga-cigar Right from Cuba-Cuba, I just bite it It's for the look, I don't light it Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay (Haha) Give it up jiggy make it feel like foreplay (Woo) Yo my cardio is infinite, ha-ha Big Willie style's all in it Gettin' jiggy wit it You might also like[Chorus] (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) [Verse 2] What? You want to ball with the kid? Watch your step (Woo), you might fall trying to do what I did Mama (Ugh) mama (Ugh) mama come closer In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh No love for the haters, the haters Mad 'cause I got floor seats at the Lakers See me on the fifty-yard line with the Raiders Met Ali—he told me I'm the greatest I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd-pleaser DJ play another from the prince of this Your highness, only mad chicks ride in my whips South to the West to the East to the North Bought my hits and watch them go off, a-go off Ah, yes-yes y'all (Woo), ya don't stop In the winter or the (Summertime), I makes it hot Gettin' jiggy wit 'em [Chorus] (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) [Verse 3] Eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift Who's the kid in the drop? Who else Will Smith Living that life some consider a myth Rock from South Street to one-two-fifth Women used to tease me, give it to me now nice and easy Since I moved up like George and Weezie C.R.E.A.M. to the maximum I be asking 'em Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum? Never see Will attacking 'em Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em, flatten 'em Psych, kidding Thought I took a spill, but I didn't Trust the lady of my life she hitting Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly You trying to flex on me? Don't be silly Gettin' jiggy wit it [Outro] (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) Uh uh (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na na)17

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Tell Me When to Go

E-40

[Chorus] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 1: E-40] Ooh. Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em I ain't got none, but I'm planning on growing some Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones Ooh, tell me when to go (dumb) Talking on my Ghettro on the way to the store My second or third trip Some Henny, some Swishers and some Listerine strips Dr. Greenthumb lips, just to ease my thoughts Not just the cops, but the homies you got to watch The moon is full, look at the dark clouds Sitting in my scraper, watching Oakland Gone Wild, ta-dow I don't bump mainstream, I knock underground All that other shit, sugarcoated and watered down I'm from the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb From the soil where them rappers be getting their lingo from You might also like[Chorus] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak] I'm off that 18 dummy juice Nigga, Raggaman, labeled the Black Zeus King of the super duper hyphy (hyphy, hyphy, hyphy, hyphy) Pipey in your wifey, you don't like me (Like me, like me, like me, like me) From the Bay to the A Put me in a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace (Let's go, it's dope) It's just some shit I wrote My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope) I slid past on the gas with the bitches at me It's good, it's good like the granddaddy Cross game, you get flipped like a burger patty Or zig-zagged, pass me a big old fatty I drink white, with a snow bunny Talking big shit in the scraper, going hella dummy 1800, Jose Cuervo Yadadamean? Yadada I'm saying though? [Chorus] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Outro: E-40] Now let me direct traffic for a minute (talk to 'em) Now, let me tell you about this hyphy movement we got going in the Bay When I say something you say it right back to me, you smell me? We're gonna do it like this right here Ghostride the whip, ghostride the whip Ghostride the whip, ghostride the whip Now scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape Now scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape Put your stunna shades on Put your stunna shades on Put your stunna shades on Put your stunna shades on Now gas, brake, dip, dip Gas, brake, dip, dip Shake them dreads, shake them dreads Shake them dreads, shake them dreads Let me see you show your grill, let me see you show your grill Let me see you show your grill, let me see you show your grill Now thizz face, thizz face Thizz face, thizz face Doors open, mayne Doors open, mayne Doors open, mayne Doors open, mayne Now watch em swang, watch em swang Now watch em swang, watch em swang Go stupid, go dumb, dumb Go stupid, go dumb, dumb [Chorus] Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb11

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Bleezies N Heem

Mac Dre

[Intro: (Mac Dre) imitating a Middle Eastern convenience store clerk] Hello my friend, How you do my friend? What would you like? Yes, what would you like? (I want uh... pack of Backwoods...pack of Backwoods Give me a fifth of that privilege Hennessy and uh... thats it) Thank you very very much [Verse 1] What you know about me? I'm Mac Dreezy Call Hennessy heem and a blunt a bleezy I keep a fat sack wrapped in a Backwood leaf Smoke trees that make me look Japanese Green seedless, mean when I'm weedless Never in denial, I'm a fiend and I need this Any day is a bad day for Mac Dre When he ain't got it, they ask why he act that way I smoke champ, kush and Naid "Man, what's Naid?" Bomb that's sprayed I can't fade a beezy who don't keep a bleezy Rolled for a neezy I ask her, 'What the feezy?' I gotta have weed to go get weed You don't like it, kiss my ass 'til your lips bleed This one's for the club so I'm kinda like keeping it clean Sing it with me y'all... You might also like[Hook (x2)] (Bleezies n heem) I gots to have my dope Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem) When they ask me, what's my drink? I say heem, man, what you think? [Verse 2] I L-O-V-E H double-E M I drink like ten of them things that swim "He's heeming again" is what they say when I come around I'll get dumb drunk and fuck up your compound Your building, your establishment Mobbin', saying "Cuddie, I'm hella bent" Oh what a feeling when you're looking at the ceiling And it's spinning and the earl starts spilling I drink heem when I perk, don't like Erk and Jerk It don't work, when a nigga chillin' Might spill it on my Abercrombie Fitch Know I got the man at the liquor store rich Well baby would you please run and get... Me another Hennessy fifth? Bleezies n heem [Hook] (Bleezies n heem) I gots to have my dope Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem) When they ask me, what's my drink? I say heem, man, what you think? (Bleezies n heem) I gots to have my dope Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem) When they ask me, what I drink I say heem, man, what you think? (Bleezies n heem) [Verse 3] Fire up, lets get drunk Get your cup, fill it up, don't be no punk A party ain't a party if every damn body Ain't lifted and a little bit tipsy But don't drink and drive, I remember one time My cuddie Joogy, wrapped his fifty, rap this with me And if you don't understand You a inbred, your daddy and your uncle was the same man I gotta have dope everywhere I go When they ask me what I drink I say, "Heem, what you think?" I gets heem in me, only substitute is Rémy In Sac with Jimmy, or in Portland with Kenny I'm danked out, dranked out, can't talk, can't count If I want some more I'm making baby pull her bank out You cool on the bomb? What do you mean? Sing it to him y'all... [Hook] (Bleezies n heem) I gots to have my dope Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem) When they ask me, what's my drink? I say heem, man, what you think? (Bleezies n heem) I gots to have my dope Everywhere I go (Bleezies n heem) When they ask me, what I drink I say heem, man, what you think? (Bleezies n heem)5

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Since ’84

Mac Dre

[Mac Dre Talking] C'mon Let's do it What it is Thizz is what it is Another knocker Kick this game around like soccer [Verse 1] Pull up a chair let me make you a plate Of this game that's seasoned like a tasty steak Since '88 I've been serving them well I was serving yayo when L was Rocking Bells Clocking mail, get, get, getting it Copping it, flipping it, flip, flip, flipping it Now I'm spitting it bar for bar European whipping it car for car No dough, hoe? You know I say no I need you like Jaws need a rain coat I fandangoes, stay high as the Star Spangled Choke the blood out you, bitch, get strangled Get mangled fucking with this pimpin' Hot as Lipton, Dre Jay Simpson You better pay attention, it's all gamed up Peep the bio, the file, see how I came up You might also like[Hook] Since '84 I been out there gettin' my dough In the Sco the O and Valley Jo Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo Grinding and rhyming and pimpin' hoes Rolling on vogues and 2-4s Dre Tripper gotta stay with two hoes Stay with zippas, boy, I keep a few O's Get bossed and say 'thar she blows!' [Verse 2] When I sweat her I say 'read my lips' Bring me cheddar, bitch, bring me chips Fingertips, ass, hips and lips Follow my lead, don't ask questions bitch I want fresh fits from Abercrombie & Fitch When it's going down, the Mac comes and shits The Mac comes to spit Let me do it to your ear baby I'm trying to flip, see I do it every year baby Real off the laddish, getting my cottage Cheese, geez, please, beez, freeze Stop it, you're heading down the wrong path Fuck making love, bitch, I want a tongue bath Dumb cash, can you do it like me? Cash a fat check at the bank with no I.D Can you blow by me when I'm doing 100? Smacking, slapping in my 500 [Hook] Since '84 I been out there gettin' my dough In the Sco the O and Valley Jo Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo Grinding and rhyming and pimpin' hoes Rolling on vogues and 2-4s Dre Tripper gotta stay with two hoes Stay with zippas, boy, I keep a few O's Get bossed and say 'thar she blows!' [Verse 3] I got cutthroat friends and lots of women I ride in a Benz but I'll squat a lemon I want a stuffed turkey with all the trimmings To pay and play extra innings I'm winning, fat lady start singing I'm finna get the Cougnut and start swinging Skeet, dance and eat And when they run my plates, model and make I'mma shake, like I'm riding with a cake Pedal to the metal, rarely hit the brake I love a high-speed getaway They wanna get rid of Dre, put the kid away What I'm in today, I'm in the 7 series So quiet you can't even hear me Engine, when I smash the gas And would you look at all that wood on the dash [Hook] Since '84 I been out there gettin my dough In the Sco the O and Valley Jo Getting rich in the Rich and San Jo Grinding and rhyming and pimpin' hoes Rolling on vogues and 2-4s Dre Tripper gotta stay with two hoes Stay with zippas, boy, I keep a few O's Get bossed and say 'thar she blows!'3

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2 Times and Pass

Mac Dre

Niggas get their thoughts together Hey! Look over here! I'm open! Pass it! Right? Yeah Pass the weed motherfucker! Hey Mr. babysitter would you look at all them ashes? The blunt's going out, is you ever gonna pass it? Rat bastard it's always you Sneaking extra hits--I wanna get high too! Don't lie fool, I see it in your eye Aight--how come I don't look that high? Cause you've been smoking more than I (Hey man we need some more weed!) Hmm I wonder why? Hey man what's this all on it? Slob? Nigga, quit giving the blunt a blowjob Always cutting, trying to show stop Oh you get an extra hit just because we at your spot? I need some more pot cause this ain't kosher Call Rich the Factor cause I need dozier Man you know what? You can take your Swisher Sweet to the face I'mma go get me a Backwood and roll me an eighth [Hook (x2):] Hit it two times and pass (Can I smoke with you?) Hit it two times and pass (That's what you're supposed to do)You might also like

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Let’s All Get Down

Mac Dre

Come on everybody let's all get down To this old-school sound with that K-Lou pound It goes a 1-2-3, 3 to 2-1 Can't leave my house without packing my gun I see Niggas dying Mamas crying They sent cool back to jail I said "ugh, you lying" Man, I hope they don't try to strike him out Have him doing big time in Suzy's house Hard times is coming to my town Graduated from the pen, no cap and gown Cuz back in '85, school was soup I wanted Trues and Vogues, so I sold goop Oops-up-side my head Next thing I know, I'm doing time in the feds Big spreads with macks and killas 415s and Black Gorillas On the rilla, ugh, it's nothing pretty Can't get caught slipping laying under the titty Gotta be a savage, can't be no jerk Boy, I do's dirt And I'm a cold piece of work You's a smirk And you're scared to get down You better do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around clown It's going down I thought you smelled it Niggas PH-ing and they just can't help it I keep sucka reppellent Cuz suckas is tellin Hear it coming out they throat, I grab my coat and I'm bailing Two years ago a cuddy of mine Had to do some time 'cuz a nigga dropped a dime I'm supa-sucka-free And they can't fuck with me Cuz I'm a R-O-M-P from the C-R-E-S-T We gets dumb You know how we come Making up words like shitty-run-fun Shitty-run-fun? Yeah, is you with me? That's when your stomach is bubbling and your booty is drippy Sticky, gooey Smoke it with the Louie Step in the throne looking real rag-gooey Oooowwheeee...! that's how I sound So come on everybody, let's all get downYou might also like1

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Death to My Enemies

50 Cent

[Intro] Dre, niggas think we bullshitting Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [Verse 1] Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Bushmaster hundred shot, drums'll run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip Six shot semi assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz If D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start getting loose on you Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you lookin' both ways like you crossing the street See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [Verse 2] Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique, hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya This ain't the "Carter" nigga, this is Sparta It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass running like a race horse Follow orders now, Yay' shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have-not's turn into Sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific, nah, it's terrific I got it if you sniff it, go 'head nigga twist it Get lifted, goddamn I'm gifted [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [Verse 3] Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em then they ride on 'em Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em Headshot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him It's a hit, not a jux leave the shines on 'em Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me That 430 Spider, carbon fibre And my dog is like Al Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The Mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies9

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The Day the Niggaz Took Over

Dr. Dre

[Intro: Protestor] I'ma say this and I'ma end mine If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States Period, point-blank If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa from apartheid and shit Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side And let us brothers and us Africans step in And start puttin' some foot in that ass! [Bridge: All] Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die [Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] Dem wonder why mi violent, dem no really understand For de reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King De gun goes click, mi gun goes bang Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach Dem riot in L.A. 'cause dem no really wanna see Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like Beirut Mi don't show no love 'cause it's us against dem Dem never, ever love me 'cause it's sport to break dem And kill, at my own risk, if I may To lay, to spray with my AK, and put 'em to rest You might also like[Interlude: Reporter] Yes, we have—there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there's been looting downtown But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is They have started fires down at the end of the street [Refrain: All & Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 [Interlude: Interviewee] That's what they told us today, "In other words, you still a slave" No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit! [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Sitting in my living room, calm and collected Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective 'Cause what I just heard broke me in half And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row is bailing Laugh now, but cry much later You see, when niggas get together, they get mad 'cause they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They found that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad With the Ese's helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so dem can't love me Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on It's jumping off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or somethin' Got a VCR in the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me 'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped 'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop 'til they all drop [Interlude: Reporter & Reporter 2] Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, uh People in the crowd throwing things at the officers And swinging at them as well As there was a, uh, young woman there, you see, took a swing at— At an officer with some object in her hand [Refrain: All & Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die [Verse 3: RBX] One-time trigger happy, no nigga love One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints on a nine I throw away Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz Smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo Creepin', with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut And crack-up, so now he best to back up I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin' To catch me and stretch me on Death Row But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go [Interlude: Reporter 2] This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way [Bridge: All] Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' [Verse 4: Daz Dillinger] The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall The description of three blacks Shows no justice, so, pick up it's your right If you riot again, mi, turn the other cheek We, be too many, mi got, mi nine to my side So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck And mi don't give a fuck And all my problems end with that buck-buck [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Blam, blam, blam 'til dem fall Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots Come again9

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Deeez Nuuuts

Dr. Dre

[Skit: Warren G + Woman] Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doing Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit, man Hello? What's up? Nothing, what you doing? Nothing, just kicking it Are y'all done? Nah, what you gon' do today? Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners, I think I'll go get my nails done Serious? Why? What's up? Ay, did, did what's-your-name done get at you yesterday? Who? Deez nuts! Aw, shut up, nigga [Intro: Rudy Ray Moore] "I wanna ask you one question If I had some nuts, hanging on the wall, what would I have honey?" I said, "Darlin', you'd have some walnuts" She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts on my chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said, "Hell yeah" She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin would those be chin-nuts?" I said, "Hell no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth!" [Chorus: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg] Chicky-check, microphone check one Chicky-check, microphone check two Chicky-check, microphone check three Check game from the notorious Compton G You might also like[Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Back with some shit that gots to bump As you pull up in the park, you pops your trunk Just to floss it like a motherfucker, clowning and shit Got your Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho If she proper, I'ma pop her, the ho hopper Is back on track With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack [Interlude: Snoop Dogg] So Daz, step up on they ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past [Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz] Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But, uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Starting static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavi Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from (Long Beach, tic-tac, grab your gat, watch your back) Here I come, stomping in my khaki suit B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling [Interlude: Snoop Dogg] But could you raise up off his nuts? 'Cause Dr. Drizzae's about to rizzip shit up [Chorus: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg] Chicky-check, microphone check one Chicky-check, microphone check two Chicky-check, microphone check three You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggas get they scrap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky-ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G Real G's who drop ki's Protect these N-U-T's, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (Biatch) So recognize game from the gangsta Things will remain the same until I change 'em [Interlude: Snoop Dogg] It's real easy to see So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G [Outro: Nate Dogg] I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street24

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A Nigga Witta Gun

Dr. Dre

[Skit: Dr. Dre & Man] Yeah, nigga, what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga? (Hey, why you trippin'?) Huh? (Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you trippin'?) Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga? (I ain't say nothing, why you trippin'?) You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga, that was you (Nah, that wasn't me!) That was you, nigga (That wasn't me!), hey— Hey, check this out, motherfucker What's wrong, nigga? (It wasn't!) You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (Nah, it wasn't me, Dre!) You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me!) Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? (Nah) Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees] Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Forty-four reasons come to mind Why a motherfuckin' brother is hard to find He been walking on the streets and fuckin' with mine Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind See, I never take a step on a Compton block Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop 'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up What you niggas looking at? You going "Goddamn!" 'Cause it's the city And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta And I'm a nigga you can't remove Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me But once again in the end they D-E-A-D I never did time on a murder yet 'Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet Yo, I know you understand my flow So here we go, and Death Row Come let a motherfucker know You might also like[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees] Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] D-R-E, a motherfucker who's known for carrying gats And kick raps that make snaps, adapts to Any environment that I'm located at If you see me on the solo move believe that I'm strapped Four-four, tray-eight or AK-47 'Cause slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk motherfucker flat As he wonder what popped before he got popped I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop Now I know you understand my flow So here we go, and Death Row Come let a motherfucker know [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees] Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun [Bridge: Dr. Dre] I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] I breaks 'em off, but I ain't speaking about between the thighs I'm talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize That a gat'll make any nigga civilized Old buster-ass nigga talking bullshit Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with Get lit or hit up by the doctor A nigga that breaks 'em off properly Real G so don't doubt it I'm the one who's doin' it while these other niggas talk about it And if motherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my forty-four Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packing a gun You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try And if you die, you's a buster, 'cause real niggas don't die But some still don't hear me, though You're too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo So now you know [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees] Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun10

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Lyrical Gangbang

Dr. Dre

[Intro] This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area [Verse 1: The Lady of Rage] Now I'ma kick up dust as I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust When I kick up, I lick up, your face get smacked up When I rack up, so all you mothafuckas just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin' I'm knockin' 'em out the box and Knockin' 'em out their socks and 'cause Robin is rockin' Breakin' 'em down to the slab Takin' 'em down on their ass Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle? Uh Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin' paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not the same old plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss Do what I must, and what I must is bust A bubble or two, some trouble for you So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' through You might also like[Interlude: B-Real] Some cool shit Some cool shit Boo-ya, spittin' out buckshots [Verse 2: Kurupt] I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like the polar cap Clenchin' as the hits misses the roller's back Pushin' packs to make a profit Diggy dope duck on the topic, so stop and give me my props, kid I'm livin' large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart so the fact is This young black kid a mercenary, merciless Murderin' millions of niggas, so who's first to diss? They say I'm bad, so you'll find none worse than this Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey's Kiss I leave in the minds of each Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half, niggas You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass, nigga Then watch me blast, nigga, 'cause I'm the last nigga You wanna fuck wit', so up your cash, nigga I make 'em stagger, I'm scandalous as Jimmy Swaggart I'm a good tracker, scopin' your girl then watch me tag her Pullin' steel like a stunt Shown like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so Here to torment, I put track on crack And I'm strapped with a semi-tone milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th [Interlude: B-Real] A to the motherfuckin' K [Verse 3: RBX] Back in the days, niggas, they use to scrap But now in '92, niggas, they pull their strap 'Cause, um, police, them come wicked then them shoot niggas So niggas retaliate and start to loot Execute, boot stompin' Black soldier here to teach and mold ya The innovator, dominator, narrator R-B to the motherfuckin' X, flex wicked Stylee, bump and be found and do bleed by a Maniac with a gat See, nowadays, niggas is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go Buh-buh-buh, now I'm on death row Fuck it, niggas goin' wild Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest Anytime steppin' through my hood But that'll do you no good One slug to your face, don't hate You're gettin' smoked like wood Nasty nigga, bloody pumps, face flat On the concrete, here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner, caught with some yellow tape But the murderers escape Audi like five G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang10

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High Powered

Dr. Dre

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yo, yo, what's up? Yo, man, give me some of that old, gangsta-ass shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Some shit I can just kick back, smoke a fat-ass joint to You know what I'm saying? Haha Hell yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I like that old gangsta shit 'Cause you know it's a lot of niggas out there Woofin' all that bullshit, talkin' 'bout they got this and got that Talkin' louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin' shit You know what I'm saying? Yeah, nigga, I see your lips quivering But you ain't sayin' a motherfucking thing But my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin' house And they gon' tell you what's really going on Got my motherfuckin' nigga RBX definitely in this motherfucker I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker, ready to kick some real shit Know what I'm saying? And that little shit you hear in the background? That's my homegirl Rage So, RBX, kick this shit [Verse: RBX] Seven execution style murders I have no remorse 'cause I'm the fuckin' murderer Haven't you ever heard of a killer? I drop bombs like Hiroshima So now I walk around strapped One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse Snap, adapt to this, but you need no adapter This is just the first chapter In a book from a crook You get caught slippin', your ass gots to die Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure Trigger happy, RBX to cap you Pump, pump, and I can't wait to bust a round Pump, pump, my hollow point smacks the clown 'Cause what I said split his head And now they got me running from the feds But I refuse to go alive It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive I'm high powered You might also like[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz] Yeah It's Daz, that mass-murdering motherfucker So, what, you feel like you wanna get caught up? Fool, you better recognize Death Row came to chastise So if you cross the Row Remember the first name is Death No love for the other side7

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Stranded on Death Row

Dr. Dre

[Intro: Bushwick Bill] "Yes, it is I," says me And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we, haha Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them? But let's take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this path called [Verse 1: Kurupt] Stranded on death row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal Niggas know the flow that I kick, there's no equal I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks When I grip the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore and slam 'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin' Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson? Take a walk through the hood where we up to no good Slangin' them things like a real O.G. should I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set trippin' 'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nothin' but a buster I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun Kurupt, inmate, cell block one You might also like[Verse 2: RBX] No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts You're a victim from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it many storms When I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks, and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler Emcee mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do? The narrator RBX, cell block two [Verse 3: The Lady of Rage] Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on death row and now I'm servin' a Lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck 'em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame, there's another dead, bang Laying lame, put to shame, who's to blame? Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin' From the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin' no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 1-8-7 on motherfuckers, don't stop Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block H [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homie, little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks And I'm still serving for mine Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doing time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell And you're sayin', "Fuck the police" And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's driving the cops crazy But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin' I bet'cha don't wanna see the D-O-double-G And you can't see the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ That's my homie and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man We gotta smoke 'em then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman It's like three and to the two and two and to the one Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done [Outro: Bushwick Bill] Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong? See if you can travel on 'Cause only the weak will try to speak Those who are quiet will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that make things happen14

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So So

B.o.B

[Verse 1] Yes sir is Bobby Ray, aka A. B.o.B. (O) I can't be eco-conscious, I'm always burning trees And this that fire, fire, call it that third degree And call me supersonic I shake the earth beneath ya Hell yeah you heard of me, quite an emergency The way I take the game and I beat it so un-unmercifully, yeah Ladies with curly features, wait at concerts to see you They can roll home with B.O., and maybe service me up But if you wanna work for me then girl you need your working visas And if you ain't working then you just should not converse with me That's not that serious, don't take it so personally Plus currently I prefer the girls who prefer the three C.P.O C.P.O. I think I think I'm Neo I'm caught up in her Matrix and I think it's time to reload And if this were a court, then girl I would have to appeal I think that the defendant have some things that she must reveal Heels ha, heels ha, tell me what's the deal, ma Got me chasing you to see if I could cop a feel, huh I gotta keep it real, kosher, kosher, kosher Cause she don't want that bullshit, no sir, no sir, no sir Her thighs go round like roller-coaster motors And like a minute bundle, I had to roll them over Had to connect the headset into her Motorolla This bout to get scary like the end of October You might also like[Hook] And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow I got that fire man, and other shit is so so And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow I'm at the frying pan, your shit is so cold And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow I got that fire man, and other shit is so so And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow I'm at the frying pan, your shit is so cold [Verse 2] So cold like a hobo wearing no clothes in a snow globe when the temperature is below froze I mean below freezing and there's no reason to be so cheesy, got my own team and my own league My own lane and my own speed, it's a long road so I don't sleep If I don't know you I don't speak, it's a small world and it's gonna shrink If you're full of shit, then you're gonna stink I'm a realist I'm gonna think, with a pair of eyes so I'm gonna see I'll be whatever the fuck I wanna be, I'll be everything except a wanna be I'll be everything you ever wanna be, if you're clever enough you can corner me But what's a corner to me, I'm geometry So tell me who gave you the authority? Who the fuck are you? The authority? What am I supposed to be orderly? pardon my honor you're charging me? Saying something I oughta be but I got some much heart that my arteries will always be partying like a camaraderie Man I'm already famous historically so my story is already glorious Just like P Diddy victorious to the B.I.G. Notorius I'm a champion, I'm a warrior, I bring war to ya So if you got beef that's unfortunate, we'll hang ya'll out like portraits [Hook] And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow I got that fire man, and other shit is so so And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow I'm at the frying pan, your shit is so cold And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow I got that fire man, and other shit is so so And this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flow I'm at the frying pan, your shit is so cold3

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Cook it Up

Aesop Rock

Cook it up spooky salute Look 'Zook'll hook it up to Shoop the local Winnie Cooper loopy Low brow, low brim She asked me, "What's your name?" I flashed the grossest fang in show biz Young Valkyrie is open, "What's yours?" "Um, Jenny, um..." Body clocked in a ten-penny sum Sprung colossal, "Miss, may I process your Pentium?" But Ae is hesitating "My princess The pigeonholing rose out your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet" Her eyes googled back as that of one unfortunate breed plus a new kink in the posture "Just don't get all barnacley Or get P.T. Barnumed in 3D THX sound stereo dismissal Sorry hun, it's just the last few have been a fistful Like.. like them girls you bump into out dumb luck Get high and innocently kiss once when she's punch drunk Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch Crazy McCling-a-lot claim instant one love And you've gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs Or them barbies you'll vibe for a sexy second (lovely) Give it a month Hyde heckles Jekyl and she makes Hitler look cuddly But Jenny in the sky with emerald eyes You're so different so delicious so the fish I'd be willing to walk the limb with So let's just get a few things out the way: (okay) I'm clinically bonkers and hate just about everyone God's great earth offers I won't be getting dressed up to impress your family dear And if I can't wear jeans and sneakers then I won't be lamping there Nope, aggro-pimp, sinfully, finicky nova, bag it up no-diggity soldier Magic touch fingertip donor Own up to your dirty debutante animalistic instincts Ritual courting dance and breeding behaviors (like what?) I dream of Jeannie and fucking her obsecenly But Jenny could be Jeannie so easily if you'd let me Hell, the bad tact daddy-o Merlin-- 'e' for effort Most of these high-post Fabio world motherfucks make my head hurt Dead up-- I got death in the skull but you'll get used to it ma Dinner and cinema, yes, just cough the bread up Sure, he schleps with a naked pocket but I carry dreams Like I wanna be an astronaut after you marry me" (WHAAAAT???) "You're rushing this I feel smothered it's crowding me awfully" Dolly, I love you, "Get the fuck off me!" Sorry. (Call me) And I'm circling her like a tiger shark frenzied but friendly "I'm cool, how you feeling Jenny?" (Jenny?) Jenny? (Jenny?) Jenny? "So quiet, oh I like that, so mysterious, I dig it The way you haven't made eye contact with me once in ten minutes I'm just saying girl, I'm dirty-dog raw vintage mixed with mega-low society Mister gutter-fuck etiquette - try me! So there it is, game. I mean it's not like I'm sweating you Because when it comes down to it, most of y'all females are the same But now it's your turn baby, spit it out" "Okay" She punched me dead in the fuckin mouth and walked away You might also likeOw! Fuck! Watch out ladies cause you know he don't love ya Bazooka Tooth is one bad motherfucker He's a low life pimp with a low life game He needs a no life dame with a strobe light frame Cook it up now No ring on the finger There ain't no strings attached But if you love television and Manic depression Get a carton of cigarettes And we can make it happen Get to mackin' Just leave your baggage on my curb with the trashcans It ain't like I seen you in Maxim Relax with the tap dance Lights, camera, lap dance! Cook it up now

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Suck It Or Not (Touch It Or Not)

Cam’ron

[Intro: Cam'ron] Killa! Dip-set! Lil' Weezy, Cash Money! Yo ma, lemme holla Let's do it! [Chorus: Cam'ron] Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block) That's right! Hustlin' rocks (hustlin' rock) I know, I been pufffin' a lot (puffin' a lot) But a nigga wanna know Babygirl, you gon' suck it or not? [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Huh? My dick hard as a motherfucker You don't what?! Tell that shit to another sucker (what I look like?) I ain't no sucka, mama, come on fuck the drama (fuck that) Peck kiss of death, a lil' pucker-rama (lil pucker-rama) I'm so active, you being so drastic Got something for ya face, fuck Proactiv I'm a pro at this Round the globe, atlas But I need to know ma, you gon' suck it or not? Babygirl, I'm in love with the twat Missionary, back shots, pop it off, rocket off I tell you right now if my cock is soft (what I want?) Head before and after (what's that?) Top it off (do what?) On ya knees, show you how to top a boss (how it go?) Lick, suck, deep throat, stop, cough Hop on, hop off, lollipop off I know it's white, but here come the hot sauce You might also like[Chorus: Cam'ron] Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block) That's right! Hustlin' rocks (hustlin' rock) I know, I been pufffin' a lot (puffin' a lot) But a nigga wanna know Babygirl, you gon' suck it or not? [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Lookin' light skinned, mami was tight slim Fat ass, big tits, I noticed her nice chin (sturdy chin) I approached her, slight grin, white Timbs, number you can type in Said she don't like men (hahaha) I just laughed, ma, if we link, we link You don't like men? Me neither, what a coinki-dinky (what a coincidence) Ms. Jiggy, Ms. Piggy, Pinky mink, pinky ring blingin' Ma, you gon' suck it or not? I ain't the type to diss you, kinda like the issue (I like that) That's the situation, bring wifey with you (bring her) Would you like a tissue? (Why?) You gon' need it for the cum up in your nose, babygirl, cause you sucking my cock! Ain't a question now, it's a guarantee They say I think I'm the shit, (oh well) well apparently But you won't hear words like "Marry me" (what, marry me?) Only thing you gonna hear is, "suck it or not!" [Chorus: Cam'ron] Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block) That's right! Hustlin' rocks (hustlin' rock) I know, I been pufffin' a lot (puffin' a lot) But a nigga wanna know Babygirl, you gon' suck it or not? [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I get head in the strangest places Two at the same time, call it changing faces I tell a bitch "we ain't trading places" Now stand back and catch my amazing graces (heh heh heh) Taste and savor it Vanilla Ice Cream, she say "ooh, my favorite" Do you know who you playin' wit? Wayne Chillin' like a scarecrow, looking for some brain Drivin' in the range or Flying on a plane Her head is crazy so she's insane She know the game, get in and get right Every bitch in the industry wanna rock my mic I'm hot like light I'm tough like Ike I don't fuck with dog hoes cause them hoes might bite Yeah, and then she follows In the back of my mind, I'm hoping she swallows [Chorus: Cam'ron] Ma, I been huggin' the block (huggin' the block) That's right! Hustlin' rocks (hustlin' rock) I know, I been pufffin' a lot (puffin' a lot) But a nigga wanna know Babygirl, you gon' suck it or not?6

Comics and Games

The Watchers

B.o.B

[Verse] Yes, I feel the end, the end is close The same thing happened eons ago To know exactly you have to read up some more Everyday technology speeds up some more As is above, so is below Some feel the heat, yet some feel the cold We are the souls, yes, we have been chose Some roll with angels and demons and ghosts But shh! Hold up, Bob, don’t go there! You know that they watching, the all-seeing stare But they can’t stop me, I’m already there And y’all ain't seen shit but y’all already scared I’m gone, high like fructose, fructose You wanna know the truth? Really, you don't, you don't It’ll blow you out your mind, like a UFO, UFO I’m basically a resident of Pluto, Pluto You know, but you’ll probably be the same one hatin' Sayin' every rapper is in the freemasons While the cops giving out free mace to your face Now how do that taste? I’m outta my mind These videos tellin’ y'all lies, bruh Tellin' y'all we holding evil hand-signs, bruh Last time I checked I’m from the Eastside, bruh So do your research and make your own mind up ’Cause us musicians have influence on this mic But they don’t like that, so they conquer and divide Double-H N-D, hip hop never dies So shoot all you want, but we fly Because, you know, no one man should have all that power Obviously ‘cause it’s only one power But nevermind, y’all keep worshipping Towers While the clock keeps handing y'all hours But pucker up because the truth gets sour More sour than the sour diesel I devour Hear me by the hour, I give you 50 vowels When I brain storm it's like a shower So pull out your towels, and don't let 'em play you Do your own thing, fuck what they do! And if you good at somethin' make sure they pay you And if not, take a thankyou Whether they praise you, or whether they hate you It’s all about the attention that they pay you Y’all on that grape drink, try this grape juice Shouts to Grand Hustle, we got that break through And, yes, it’s evident we better than The rest of these competitors Really there ain't no one else ahead of us Yeah, I bust these verses off, et cetera, et cetera ‘Cause they watching y’all like the Federers, owww You might also like[Outro] Kadoish, kadoish, kadoish Adonai Tsebayoth It’s B.O.B. and I’m out. Peace!9

Hip-HopRap

Soon as I Get Home

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] Soon as I get home [Verse 1: 2Pac] Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this max pen' Tryna pay my debt for all my sins See, these penitentiary times be so heavy on my mind At times it's like I'm livin' just to die I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell Stranded in the county jail, waitin' for my chance to post bail I wanna be paid in large stacks and mash in fast Jags I blast and wonder "How long will I last?" My memories fade when I'm intoxicated Bustas are shady so I'm dumpin' on cowards crazy whenever faded I know I said it all before, but now I mean it Visions of me and you ballin', so crystal clear I seen it Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy Of makin' these chips come so easily I max out in the morning, baby, life is good Me and you against the whole hood – soon as I get home [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab my straps, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Soon as I get home Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I come home You might also like[Verse 2: 2Pac] Sittin' here lookin' at pictures of me and you livin' But now you out in the world, while I'm twistin' in prison Love letters come daily, words of affection You send me money and nude flicks, beggin' for some sexin' Stay wide open, keep your eyes peeled And my advice is "Keep it real or you can die squeelin'." Plus, I never had to worry 'bout a visit, ‘cause you're there daily Guards tryna get your number, you don't dare tell me Tongue-kissin', steady humpin', tryna touch up somethin' Before the C-O in the corner jump in, frontin' Late night reminiscin', everybody's quiet I think something's in the air, prepare for the riot It's padlocks in my socks, steel from the bed springs I touch 'em with thug love and then let they heads ring I started a war but now I'm gone Release me to the streets in the mornin', it's on, soon as I get home [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab my gats, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Let's get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home [Verse 3: Yaki Khadafi] Since you've been gone My whole life's been like a game of Cee-low Thinkin' big, like the kid from Casino Fulfillin' my dreams like Nino Brown, the whole town be shook up And me and Mama survivin' Depends on how many rocks a young nigga cook up Narcotics got traffic, seen those niggas you blasted Wantin' me in a casket, on a ground, kind of plastic Yeah, nigga, I heard, Lil' Mu gave the word You get paroled on the third, it's all love with these herbs We out here frontin', still here but all about nothin' But double O's is what I'm wantin' And I'm tryna see somethin' that we ain't never had Luxury life, results livin' bad Tricks of the trade, shit that shoulda been taught by Dad But learned through the crew Lessons between me and you And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they can do Meanwhile I stay waitin' by the phone Hopin' I'll get a call tellin' a nigga that you home [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab the gats, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Go get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my gats, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Go get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my gats, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Go get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my gats, locate my comrades Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Go get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my gats, locate my comrades Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Go get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my gats, locate my comrades Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Go get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Soon as I get home Grab my gats, locate my comrades Go get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back Go get my money out the safe It's time to turn the streets into a war zone Yeah!4

Gangsta Rap

Chunky

Ghostface Killah

Hey miss what up, Tone got luck I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck Cats like the way I write, dress like a superstar Take car of family so I don't have stupid cars Peace to all single ladies struggle with a ruff life Baby daddy fronting That's aight check out my man Trife Represent Stapleton, raised in the West 780 Anderson now I'm the best Stopping all bets slamming niggas like Barkley Back in my reefer days sellin you parsley Always kept aluminum bats in the car seat Then I showed Doo and them, That's were the narcs be Came to play no games and stay in your lane And the ratchets on your brain and fuckin to aim at yall Big spender, Rock a robe in November I never broke bud I throw my trees up in a blender [Hook: Ghostface Killah] How you like it baby You wanna good time, You alright you alright Come on, How you like it baby Can I roll with you tonight [Verse 2] Yo, You better shoot spots, Red and blue drops I used to serve those, those maroon tops, (Go head) Then crack the window when the fuckin rooms hot If my CD was skippin get a different boom box New socks full of polo chet, rugged low mocs So hot, Right before I pop the fuckin show stops You can't box, I Seen better hands on an old clock The old ox never marked you, Ima blow pops Prophesize Don, it's me Aqua blue mink, In my bitch arms and feet 20 g's real niggas like pardon me Ima be honest to your man with the Dom P, More like Sean Connery Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby Giving you the business, Crack heads and wannabes And I keep drugs in the Toney Starks pharmacy Desperate house wives slobbing me cause they honor me You might also like[Hook] [Verse 3] Now if it wasn't for the Wu Tell me if this rap shit would really carry on Now tell me where you from Staten Isle baby, Up town baby Boogie down baby, Brook-Don baby Now if it wasn't for the Ghost None of yall rap niggas would be writing songs Now tell me where yall from Queens bound baby, Long Isle baby New Jerus baby, Connecticut baby Hey mister, please let my niggas in Thugs and my women in, You don't want no problem wit me We got them burners on the dance floor Goons is already in, Shanks and Machetes in 3 to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennessy All yall haters what yall mad for

Hip-HopRap

The Other Side

Bruno Mars

[Verse 1: Bruno Mars] Truth of the matter is I'm complicated You're as straight as they come You go 'bout your day, baby While I hide from the sun [Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars] It's better if you don't understand 'Cause you won't know what it's like until you try [Chorus: Bruno Mars] You know I, I'll be waiting on the other side And you, all you gotta do is cross the line I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide You know I, I'll be waiting on the other Waiting on the other side [Verse 2: CeeLo Green] We would live forever Who could ask for more? You could die if you wanted But baby, what for? [Pre-Chorus: CeeLo Green] It's better if you don't understand And you won't know what it's like until you try See Bruno Mars LiveGet tickets as low as $125You might also like[Chorus: CeeLo Green] You know I, I'll be waiting on the other side And you, all you gotta do is cross the line I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just got to decide You know I, I'll be waiting on the other Waiting on the other side [Verse 3: B.o.B.] If they say life's a dream, call this insomnia 'Cause this ain't Wonderland, it damn sure ain't Narnia And once you cross the line, you can't change your mind Yeah, I'm a monster, but I'm no Frankenstein And quite frankly, I've been feelin' insane in between my eyes I really can't explain what I feel inside If you knew what I was, you would run and hide Many have tried to go into the night And cross over the line, and come back alive But that's the price we paying when we living on the other side [Chorus: Bruno Mars] You know I, I'll be waiting on the other side And you, all you gotta do is cross the line I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide You know I, I'll be waiting on the other Waiting on the other side [Outro: B.o.B] It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand It's better if you don't understand9

PopRock

Destroy & Rebuild

Nas

[Intro] This is a journey into the world's most largest and notorious projects, Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most cowardest rappers [Verse 1] He held a mass appeal and a likkle boy smile Depressed has a complex, his mouth was foul You need to stay around, I feel like tellin' some stories First there's this arrogant fuck, his name's Cory Hung around my mans Lakey and Big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, Lake's gettin' his cheddar Corey changed his name to ah, whatever Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like, it's Mega Right, Mega was his name, sorry about that But it's so hard to put a coward's name in my rap Always actin' tough, a jokester be frontin' He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothin' But that's Nas always lookin' out for bredren 'Cause when bredren don't return love it don't stress him 'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughin' to the bank and shit Back to Cor', got him a deal but his rhymes was wack Def Jam mad that he signed the contract Now he got jealous and mad at my shine Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious, kid Mega, for the record you could suck my dick Bitch, you from around the way, it's sad what this do to me But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity You might also like[Refrain] They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it So they say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it So now they say [Verse 2] Since we on the subject of traitors and flunkies Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood, dummies There's plenty that wanna be me but cannot It's like King Arthur and Knight Sir Lancelot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew he wanted my downfall He would say his little slick shit and act real funny For what, nigga? You're butt and it got back to me Askin' a Braveheart to help get back your jewelry You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q.B Nature moved to Marcy (Man dick riding Nature) Nothing else to say Man, Nature moved to Marcy (What? Far) Backward ass niggas, man, fuck them niggas (Far away) Go 'head with the program, man, proceed Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief Course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills me when niggas let out of town to set shot And get filthy rich, it's just not No more morals, no loyalty, no more community Queensbridge, we gotta have unity [Refrain] They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it So they say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it So now they say [Verse 3] I put the name on the map after Marley and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef I had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleanin' up house, my own backyard Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed P, how many times ain't you shamed that Jungle was bustin' his gun to get your weak chain back They don't respect you, a check's due for me for your fame Mega, I hope you blow so I'm sayin' your name (Mega, Mega) Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be King Even Jigga want the crown, "How that sound?" Poor thing I'm representin' Queensbridge U.S.A Where two SK's go off every day ruthless-lay All you little roaches and rats Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back So haters say [Refrain] (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it So they say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, this is the time we destroy and rebuild it They say (The bridge is over, the bridge is over) Nah, we the strongest hood but it's these cowards that kill it So now they say [Outro] "The Bridge is over," my dick The Bridge'll never be over, long as I'm alive and breathin' Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo, P, Prodigy I got love for you, man, I love you, man You know what I'm sayin'? Just get them unloyal niggas from out your circle You can't save everybody Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right, my nigga Be untouchable, my nigga So it be Mobb for life for real, and that's real Ayo, Nature, I can't hold your hand through this shit, man I'm not your father, man Be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself, nigga Or don't even rep this, man Ayo, Mega you wanna be a gangsta? There's real gangsta shit going on in the streets, man Yo niggas is in the grind Where you be at man? Niggas be buckin' Why you never buckin'? Where you be at, man? All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Nino Brown of the fuckin' hood? It's disgusting, man, stay out the magazines Keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth There's no more room for jealousy, we destroyin' and rebuildin' That means the cowards get out and real niggas stay Niggas been hating me since I been nine Shining with suede motherfucking Bally's on and silks I'ma always be the young don Don't be like the niggas on the other side Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful Real niggas in Queensbridge Y'all niggas come up and get this money and move on, baby Q.B16

Hip-Hop

Checkmate (50 Cent Diss)

Jadakiss

[Intro] You did it baby! Congratulations, homie! You made history! 1.1 million in a short week! Ha-HAA! Screw a press conference! Press this on your conscience! D-Block, cheers! YEAH! Ah-ha-ha I ain't mad, I don't wanna sound mad, I feel marvelous D-Block, Double R, fuckin' faggots! [Verse] We gon' handle this like grown men, you won't win You don't even feel comfortable in your own skin I rap my ass off, I'm fightin' the champ with the glass jaw At the Garden or Nassau (Uh-huh) See me, couple hood niggas behind stars I heard you put a couple good niggas behind bars (Preme!) I might never sell that much But you can bet your last two quarters I'll never tell that much Picture 'Kiss not come out swingin' It's like goin' see 50 at a show And he don't come out singin' (C'mon!) Yeah, you got a felony, but you ain't a predicate (Nuh-uh) Never the King of New York, you live in Connecticut (Haha) You don't be in the hood, you be in the woods Fuckin' with me, it's where you really gon' be for good (Ugh) I hold the 4-5 myself (Ch-chk) And hop out the Range on 1-4-5 myself (What up!) This is a true fact Since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back? (Never) Trackmasters shelved you (Ugh), Bravehearts helped you (Ugh) Then everybody felt you (Uh-huh), now I gotta melt you (Yeah) And don't try to pull rank on 'Kiss ‘Cause the niggas I'ma send to do it ain't gon' miss Be laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff I did real songs with Big, no made-up shits (Ah!), And I don't got a problem with clout You ain't get shot again yet So what's your second album about? (Nothin'!) Your raps are pre-school You made a lot of money, now be cool 'Fore I swell up your lips like seafood (Mmm) Can I get a mic check? You don't stand a chance at the dance with me, dawg Your steps ain't right yet (Uh-uh) Block is just fine, homie, the D's straight (D-Block) Most likely, your new CD is a weed plate (Haha) Bunch of love songs, hundred percent pure garbage (Garbage) Just somethin' to break up buds on You should just sell clothes and sneakers ‘Cause outta your whole camp Your flow's the weakest (Garbage) I'm in the town where the young boys is clappin' (Clappin) You runnin' around with the lieutenant and captain (Haha!) It'll take a lifetime to see 'Kiss You had to get shot nine times to be rich See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Hook/Outro] Rat-ass nigga, you's a animal You's a motherfuckin' animal Pig-ass nigga, you's a animal You's a motherfuckin' animal Snake-ass nigga, you's a animal You's a motherfuckin' animal Matter of fact, you ain't no animal I'ma show these motherfuckers how to handle you [Outro] Ah-HA! D-Block! I'm not a sucker, so I don't need a bodyguard!7

Hip Hop

November 18th

Drake

[Sample: Notorious B.I.G] It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya [Intro] One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch [Verse 1] Up so high even when I'm coming down Just met a girl, say she from the H-Town I say my name is Drizzy and ain't nobody realer Cup inside a cup, smoking Ghostface Killah Got these boppas going crazy, nigga I'm, the man I sent ya girl a message, said I'll see ya when I can She sent me one back, but I ain't never read it 'Cause pussy's only pussy and I get it when I need it [Verse 2] And I'm telling you, I'm as cold as windows down in the winter And I be riding rims if my tires any thinner Airport stunting, flying charters overseas Full of Dom Perignon and the water for the D's Don't know why it happens, everytime we alone But here we are again and I swear I'm in my zone So I'ma sip this drank until that muhfucka gone And you gon' get undressed and we gon' get it on See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] I don't give you the time you deserve from me This is something I know, I know, I know So tonight, I'll just fuck you like we're in Houston Taking everything slow, so slow, so slow But I do it to her [Bridge] Draped up, dripped out, know what I'm talking 'bout 3 in the morning, get it popping in the parking lot It's on once again and I never pretend A nigga staying G 'til the end [Outro] Ayy, yeah I swear like everytime we find ourself in this situation, you know I just get that feeling like I'm in Houston Candy paint switching colors in the light It's about like 11 PM and you just rolling through the city Bumping that Screw, Big Moe, UGK, Lil' Keke It feel like, like everything's just moving slow Let's take my time, I pace it baby, yeah, I'm gone39

Hip-HopRap

You Oughta Know

Das Racist

[Intro] You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-nd You oughta know by now, you oughta know by you can pay You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi Is that all you get for your money [Chorus: Kool A.D.] You should never argue with a Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, you oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma You oughta knowwwww-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da You na never argue with a crazy na-na-na-na-na-na You oughta know by now You should never argue widdo doo-doo-da-da-da-da Okay, okay [Verse 1: Kool AD] Chasin' venture paper, like what Twitter get Sick of arguing with white dudes on the internet When I'm gassed on my own black pass, like how a wigger get I like to slow it down with a marijuana cigarette Occasionally with powders in it, yes, talcum-fresh Yeah, good hair, you could say I'm Malcolmesque Like the tresses, like the dresses, flowy and sexy Spin-off, blow up, Joanie and Chechny Yeah, ride MARTA to this Georgia Dome Caucasian wars cream topical, like cortisone Leave a message on my phone, I'm only sort of home The rest of me is sort of in the zone where the dodos roam They're all up on the tube, no protostome Hacksaw, slack-jawed, like they short a chromosome Leave your boy alone like Michael, Latoya homes A rich interior world's a joy to own, 'cause You might also like[Chorus 2: Kool A.D.] You should never argue with a Um-la-la-la-la-la-la you oughta know by now You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma You oughta knowwwww-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da You na never argue with a crazy na-na-na-na-na-na You oughta know by now You should never argue widdo doo-doo-da-da-da-da Go in, okay [Verse 2: Heems] I get around like a vinyl All sales final, Lionel Richie I'm so gangsta, prissy Chicks don't wanna fuck with me Yet me people seem to let me Get away with wildin' like I won an Emmy Grammy, Tony, Oscar, rasta impostors Mangos, Trinidad attorneys Burning S.N.S. Herning, learning cultures Culture vultures' sculptures, nature-nurture Public freak-outs If you got a problem, find me, speak out, speak out Dead in the middle of Little Idli, Sambar, Dosa Told ya, find me blowing dolja No more smoking doja You should know now Know how I do what I do I drink, I think, I chew two blues, one pink [Chorus 3: Heems]3

Hip-Hop

Sinister Kid

The Black Keys

[Verse 1] Well, the crooks are out, and the streets are gray You know I wouldn't have it any other way, yeah Your mother's words, they're, they're ringin' still But your mother don't pay our bills, yeah [Chorus] A sinister kid is a kid who Runs to meet his maker A drop dead sprint from the day he's born Straight into his maker's arms And that's me, that's me The boy with the broken halo That's me, and that's me The devil won't let me be [Verse 2] I got a tortured mind, and my blade is sharp A bad combination in the dark If I kill a man in the first degree Baby, would you, would you flee with me? Yeah [Chorus] A sinister kid is a kid who Runs to meet his maker A drop dead sprint from the day he's born Straight into his maker's arms And that's me, and that's me The boy with the broken halo And that's me, that's me The devil won't let me be See The Black Keys LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Interlude] Alright Got it, Carney [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] A sinister kid is a kid who Runs to meet his maker A drop dead sprint from the day he's born Straight into his maker's arms And that's me, and that's me The boy with the broken halo That's me, and that's me The devil won't let me be [Guitar Solo]3

Alternative

Lemonworld

The National

[Verse 1] So happy I was invited Gave me a reason to get out of the city See you inside watching swarms on TV Livin' and dyin' in New York, it means nothing to me I gave my heart to the Army The only sentimental thing I could think of With cousins in colors and somewhere overseas But it'll take a better war to kill a college man like me [Pre-Chorus] I'm too tired to drive anywhere Anyway right now, do you care if I stay? You can put on your bathing suits And I'll try to find somethin' on this thing that means nothin' enough [Refrain] Losin' my breath, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Losin' my breath, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo [Chorus] You and your sister live in a Lemonworld I want to sit in and die You and your sister live in a Lemonworld Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo You and your sister live in a Lemonworld I want to sit in and die You and your sister live in a Lemonworld Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo You might also like[Verse 2] This pricey stuff makes me dizzy I guess I've always been a delicate man It takes me a day to remember a day I didn't mean to let it get so far out of hand I was a comfortable kid But I don't think about it much anymore Lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth And we can say that we invented a summer lovin' torture party [Pre-Chorus] I'm too tired to drive anywhere Anyway right now, do you care if I stay? You can put on your bathing suits And I'll try to find something on this thing that means nothin' enough [Chorus] You and your sister live in a Lemonworld I want to sit in and die You and your sister live in a Lemonworld Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo You and your sister live in a Lemonworld I want to sit in and die You and your sister live in a Lemonworld Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo [Refrain] Losin' my breath, doo doo doo doo doo doo7

Rock

1 Corinthians 15:55

Johnny Cash

O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory? O Life, you are a shining path And hope springs eternal, just over the rise When I see my redeemer beckoning me Oh row my ship over the waves of your sea Let me find a safe port now and then Don't let the dark one in your sanctuary Until it's time to pack it in O, row, row my ship With the fire of your breath And don't lay a broadside on your ship as yet Blow ye warm winds When it's chilly and wet And don't come to soon yet For collecting my debt O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory? O Life, you are a shining path And hope springs eternal, just over the rise When I see my redeemer beckoning me Oh let me sail on With my ship to the East And keep my eye on the North Star When the journey is no good for man or for beast I'll be safe wherever you are You might also likeJust let me sail into your harbor of lights And there and forever to cast out my line Give me my task And let me do it right And do it with all of my might

Country

I’ll Buss ’Em U Punish ’Em

Canibus

[Intro: Canibus] Yeah! I'll buss 'em, and you punish 'em Uh! Yeah! [Hook: Canibus & Rakim] Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Ra! Lemme buss 'em! (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) C'mon, Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Yo, 'Bis, you can punish 'em) [Verse 1: Canibus] Yo! Yo! Now on some battlin' shit, my verbal lateral grip Keeps my tongue glued to the ADAT when I'm trackin' my shit Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix Fuck a pad and a pen, write rhymes on a IBM Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in Canibus practices in a room with a thousand candles lit Meditatin' on this rap shit Because my freestyle reigns sovereign With a deeper conscience than the prophet Muhammad was born with My brain cavity is enormous My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the seven chakras While the right one harnesses darkness The type of dark that makes a house haunted The type of dark that niggas get lost in The type of dark you fear when you dead in the coffin I hear you talkin', but I ignore it 'Cause it's garbage and your rhyme's borin' So keep standin' on the corner, the trash man'll collect you in the morning Thug cats frontin', wacker than Blinky Blink On the back of the Raptor Wagon babblin' about nothin' Fuck that! Real Rugrats can get it on, black! Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy niggas get mugged at! So dark, you'll never see the blood splat And you can't even react 'cause the trunk is where you keep your guns at Now you on speed 'cause you too scared to come back You can't even breathe, the weed suffocates your lung sacs Fake MC's haul ass like they runnin' track Wherever Canibus or Rakim is at! You might also like[Hook: Canibus & Rakim] Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) C'mon, Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Yo, 'Bis, lemme punish 'em) [Verse 2: Rakim] Be ready and at your best, the Celebrity Match of Death Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath Then I ask the ref, "How many cats is left?" One-on-one, who challengin'? Come get did All I have is a pen and punishin' kids Abdomen punctured in, look what I done to his wig Wanna live? Then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine Rematch wherever we meet at, any place, any time Get your snot-box smashed with a nine, smacked with a rhyme Push your forehead to the back of your mind Try to explain what it's like seein' your brain You insane, who's gonna ID the remains? And then I reincarnate 'em, and kill 'em again Again and again, again and again, c'mon [Hook: Canibus & Rakim] Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) Nah! Lemme buss 'em (Nah! I'ma punish 'em) C'mon, Ra! Lemme buss 'em (Yo, 'Bis, lemme punish 'em) [Verse 3: Canibus & Rakim] Yo! Yo! Yo! he started the battle with a grapple The nigga had long hair So I grabbed a handful and chopped him in the Adam's apple His partner in back of you tried to attack you So I'mma twist 'em up like a pretzel then I'mma tag you I'm on some Stone Cold shit, warn your whole clique Cartilage get torn until the whole bone split Who wanna spit? Bang 'em quick, strangle 'em wit' his lip Try to flip, leave his body danglin' by his hip Ra, you left him danglin', I can't believe he tryna grapple again I swing him around like I'm dancin' with him Put his arms in back of his head and snap him again Fractured his limbs and put him in the figure 6 subtracted from 10 Seven birds make 'em swerve 'til they vision is blurred Turn cats that souped from superb to nerds Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb Then stick my dick in your ear, and fuck what you heard! [Outro: Canibus & Rakim] Lemme finish 'em (Nah! It's time to pin 'em) Ra! Lemme finish 'em (Nah! I'ma pin 'em) Nah! Lemme finish 'em (Nah! It's time to pin 'em) C'mon, Ra! Lemme finish 'em (Nah, 'Bis, I'ma put an end to 'em)3

Hip-HopRap

Talkin’ Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues

Bob Dylan

[Verse 1] Well, I saw it advertised one day That the Bear Mountain picnic was coming my way "Come along and take a trip We'll bring you up there on a ship Bring the wife and family Bring the whole kids" Yippee [Verse 2] Well, I run right down and bought a ticket To this thing called the Bear Mountain picnic Little did I realize I was in for a pleasant, funny surprise Had nothing to do with picnic Didn't come close to a mountain And I hate bears [Verse 3] Took the wife and kids down to the pier There was six thousand people there Everybody had a ticket for the trip "Oh well," I said "it's a pretty big ship Besides, anyhow, the more the merrier" [Verse 4] Well, we all got on, and what do you think? That big old boat started to sink More people kept a-piling on That old ship was a-going down Funny way to start a picnic You might also like[Verse 5] Well, I soon lost track of my kids and wife So many people, I never saw in my life That old ship was sinking down in the water There was six thousand people trying to kill each other Dogs a-barking, cats a-screaming Women a-yelling, men a-flying, fists a-flying Paper flying, cops a-coming, me a-running Maybe we just better call off the picnic [Verse 6] I got shoved down, got pushed around All I remember was a moanin' sound Don't remember one thing more All I remember is waking up on the shore My arms and legs were broken My feet were splintered My head was cracked I couldn't walk I couldn't talk, smell, feel Couldn't see Didn't know where I was I was bald Quite lucky to be alive though [Verse 7] Well, feeling like I just climbed out of my casket I grabbed back hold of my picnic basket Took the wife and kids and started home Wishing I'd never got up that mornin' [Verse 8] Now, I don't care just what you do If you want a have a picnic, that's up to you But don't tell me about it, I don't want to hear it You see, I just lost all my picnic spirit Stay in my kitchen, have my own picnic Have a picnic in the bathroom [Verse 9] Well, it don't seem to me quite so funny What some people are going to do for money There's a brand new gimmick every day Just to take somebody's money away I think we ought to take some of these people And put them on a boat, send them up to Bear Mountain For a picnic2

Rock

The Sweetest Taboo

Sade

[Verse 1] If I tell you, if I tell you now Will you keep on, will you keep on loving me? If I tell you, if I tell you how I feel Will you keep bringing out the best in me? [Chorus] You give me, you give me the sweetest taboo You give me, you're giving me the sweetest taboo Too good for me [Verse 2] There's a quiet storm and it never felt like this before There's a quiet storm that is you There's a quiet storm and it never felt this hot before Giving me something that's taboo (Sometimes I think you're just too good for me) [Chorus] You give me the sweetest taboo That's why I'm in love in with you (with you) You give me the sweetest taboo Too good for me (Sometimes I think you're just too good for me) [Verse 3] I'd do anything for you, I'd stand out in the rain Anything you want me to do, don't let it slip away There's a quiet storm and it never felt like this before There's a quiet storm, I think it's you There's a quiet storm and I never felt this hot before Giving me something that's taboo You might also like[Chorus] You give me the (you give me, you give me the) sweetest taboo That's why I'm in love with you (with you) You give me, keep giving me the sweetest taboo Too good for me [Outro] You've got the biggest heart Sometimes I think you're just too good for me Every day is Christmas, and every night is New Year's Eve Will you keep on loving me Will you keep on, will you keep on Bringing out the best in me15

Soul

Stranded

The Walkmen

Throw another dime in me my friend And I'll sing a song I know for thee You don't want me You can tell me I'm the bigger man here Oh it's true You're all prettier now Than the last time But the words aren't coming through And I'm stranded and I'm starry-eyed Oh why, won't you wash out of me There's broken glass all around my feet Laid my plans so carelessly What's the story With my old friends Drunk and lonely To a man How I love 'em all As the days slip by And they're all following my lead Oh why, does the rain fall o'er When I'm stranded and I'm starry-eyedSee The Walkmen LiveGet tickets as low as $59You might also like

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Party in the U.S.A.

Miley Cyrus

[Verse 1] I hopped off the plane at LAX With a dream and my cardigan Welcome to the land of fame excess (Woah) Am I gonna fit in? Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign This is all so crazy Everybody seems so famous [Pre-Chorus] My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick Too much pressure and I'm nervous That's when the taxi man turned on the radio And a JAY-Z song was on And a JAY-Z song was on And a JAY-Z song was on [Chorus] So I put my hands up They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" I got my hands up, they're playin' my song I know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A. You might also like[Verse 2] Get to the club in my taxi cab Everybody's lookin' at me now Like, "Who's that chick that's rockin' kicks? She gotta be from out of town" So hard with my girls not around me It's definitely not a Nashville party 'Cause all I see are stilettos I guess I never got the memo [Pre-Chorus] My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick Too much pressure and I'm nervous That's when the DJ dropped my favorite tune And a Britney song was on And a Britney song was on And a Britney song was on [Chorus] So I put my hands up They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" I got my hands up, they're playin' my song I know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A. [Bridge] Feel like hopping on a flight (On a flight) Back to my hometown tonight (Town tonight) Something stops me every time (Every time) The DJ plays my song and I feel alright (Hey, hey) [Chorus] So I put my hands up They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" (N-n-n-noddin' my head) Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" (Ooh, yeah) I got my hands up, they're playin' my song I know I'm gonna be okay (Gonna be okay) Yeah (Na-na, na-na), it's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A. So I put my hands up They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away (Flying away) I'm noddin' my head like, "Yeah" (Noddin' my head like, "Yeah") Movin' my hips like, "Yeah" (Movin' my hips like, "Yeah") I got my hands up, they're playin' my song I know I'm gonna be okay (I'm gonna be okay) Yeah (Yeah), it's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah (Ha-ha-ha-ha), it's a party in the U.S.A. 220

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The Cave

Mumford & Sons

[Verse 1] It's empty in the valley of your heart The sun, it rises slowly as you walk Away from all the fears And all the faults you've left behind The harvest left no food for you to eat You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see But I have seen the same I know the shame in your defeat [Chorus] But I will hold on hope And I won't let you choke On the noose around your neck And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again [Verse 2] 'Cause I have other things to fill my time You take what is yours and I'll take mine Now let me at the truth Which will refresh my broken mind So tie me to a post and block my ears I can see widows and orphans through my tears I know my call despite my faults And despite my growing fears See Mumford & Sons LiveGet tickets as low as $249You might also like[Chorus] But I will hold on hope And I won't let you choke On the noose around your neck And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again [Verse 3] So come out of your cave walking on your hands And see the world hanging upside down You can understand dependence When you know the maker's land [Chorus 2] So make your siren's call And sing all you want I will not hear what you have to say 'Cause I need freedom now And I need to know how To live my life as it's meant to be [Chorus/Outro] And I will hold on hope And I won't let you choke On the noose around your neck And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again29

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Angry World

Neil Young

Some see life as a broken promise Some see life as an endless fight They think they live in the age of darkness They think they live in the age of Light It's an angry world And everything is gonna be all right Yeah it's an angry world Yeah it's an angry world Some see life as hope eternal Some see life as a business plan Some will go to hell's inferno For screwing up their life in freedom land It's an angry world For the business man and the fisher man It's an angry world And no doubt everything will go as planned Yeah it's an angry world Yeah it's an angry worldSee Neil Young LiveGet tickets as low as $217You might also like

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Pyro

Kings of Leon

[Verse 1] Single book of matches, gonna burn what's standing in the way Roaring down the mountain, now they're calling on the fire brigade Bury all the pictures, and tell the kids that I'm okay If I'm forgotten, they'll remember me for today [Chorus] I, I won't ever be your cornerstone I, I don't wanna be here holding on [Verse 2] All the black inside of me, is slowly seeping from the bone Everything I cherish, is slowly dying or it's gone Little shaken babies and drunkards seem to all agree Once the show gets started it's bound to be a sight to see [Chorus] I, I won't ever be your cornerstone I, I don't wanna be here holding on I, I won't ever be your cornerstone I [Bridge] Watch her roll, can you feel it? Watch her roll, can you feel it? Watch her roll, can you feel it? Watch her roll, can you feel it? You might also like[Outro] I, I won't ever be your cornerstone I, I don't wanna be here holding on (Watch her roll) I (Can you feel it?) I won't ever be your cornerstone I (Watch her roll)25

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Bullets In The Gun

Toby Keith

[Verse 1] They used to call me lightning I was always quick to strike Had everything I own In the saddles on my bike I had a reputation For never staying very long Just like a wild and restless drifter Like a cowboy in a song [Verse 2] I met a dark haired beauty Where they lay the whiskey down In southern Arizona In a little border town She had to dance for money In that dusty old saloon I dropped a dollar in the jukebox Played that girl a tune, yea [Chorus] Never see it coming It just hits you by surprise It's that cold place in your soul That fire in her eyes Makes you come together Like wild horses when they run Now the cards are on the table and The bullets in the gun You might also like[Verse 3] She was sitting on my lap We still had shots to kill When a man pulled up Who owned the bar In a Cadillac DeVille He grabbed her by her raven hair And threw her on the floor Said no free rides for the cowboys That ain't what I pay you for, no [Verse 4] She jumped up and grabbed my pistol Stuck it in the fat man's back Said open up the safe And put your money in the sack Then tied his hands behind him And put a blindfold on his eyes Said if you're dumb enough to chase us, man You're dumb enough to die [Chorus] Never see it coming It just hits you by surprise It's that cold place in your soul That fire in her eyes Makes you come together Like wild horses when they run Now the cards are on the table and The bullets in the gun, yeah [Verse 5] We rode across the border Down into Mexico When you're running from the law Ain't that where everybody goes We came to a town With a name I could not spell She gave me what I came for In that Mexican motel [Verse 6] I woke up to sirens And the sound of running feet There were fifty Federales Locked and loaded in the street She grabbed my .44 I grabbed the money in the sack She kissed me for the last time And we headed out the back [Bridge] Every gun was on us And every heartbeat pounded There's only one thing left to do When they got you all surrounded She fired that old pistol But we didn't stand a prayer Money hit the gravel Bullets filled the air [Chorus] Never see it coming It just hits you by surprise It's that cold place in your soul That fire in her eyes Makes you come together Like wild horses when they run Now the cards are on the table and The bullets in the gun Bullets in the gun Bullets in the gun Bullets in the gun

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