Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix) - Lyrics - Eazy E

Title: Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix)
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Henrik Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka
And this one goes out tah all the O.G.s out there
And I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up, niggaz?
My nigga, they came back with some of that old school original
West coast shit, nigga that got all of y'all in this dig
In the first place, yeah, so run that shit E, yeah

Cruising down tha street in my '64
Jacking tha freaks, clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come shooting some hoop

A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolling Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta)
(Wrong nigga tah fuck wit)
(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta)
(Wrong nigga tah fuck wit)

Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free-base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a Alpine

I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know, I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead, L.A. Times front page

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(Punk, punk muthafuckaz, like it ain't no thang)
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz, like it ain't no thang)

Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
Niggaz out there making that dolla
I pulled up in my '64 Impala

They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinking
And from tha 8-ball, my breath start stinking
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left, I hit tha Bacardi

I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave

She started talking shit, what did ya know?
Reached back like a pimp, slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on Pops, knocked his old ass out

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)
(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)
(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)

Now I'm rolling hard, now under control
Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh, brother"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another

Walking home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is driving Kilo on tha side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova

Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for ripping his Guess
Now he is caught for doing tha crime
For defense on tha boy, he'll do some time

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)

I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial, straight caught a fought

"Instruct him out tha court", said the judge
On a six year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over tah turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin

He yelled out fire, then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a submachine Uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

Play the MP3 online for free!

1d7c8b62f6ed63b0646bc532a5490838

Get Wit This - Lyrics - Back In Business - Epmd

Title: Get Wit This
Album: Back In Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish G. Smith, Billy Squire

Lyric:
Last man standing, like Bruce Willis, about to kill with this
Niggaz feel this, the masters of realness
In your town to get down, so give your man a pound
Let him know what's goin down, take a pull and hold it now
Back to matters we call the rhyme data
Home run batter, shuttin down your chitter chatter
So kill the he say she say bust the replay
Hit Squad, Def Squad, stay busy like the freeway

Dig this, in the field of rap, I pull rank
Sets it Off like Vivica Fox and La' robbin banks
What you think? On the roof I work, smokin dank
Puffin Bone Thugs and the boombox crank
Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother
Who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover
And still we achieve the great, those who try
To fade us get clowned, plus beat down, so

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Aiyyo the rhymes I recite, airtight, like a submarine
Hip Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine
Of tobacco so I can't slack yo
Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo
Niggaz buggin out, askin when we comin out
Samps is runnin out, need new shit to talk about
How you doin, where you been, in the biz
Sittin on chrome, back to set trends

Well it's the rappin Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya
Send you back to the future, he for real man? HELL YEAH
I don't care, I gets it on anywhere
From the streets of East New York, to the streets of Bel Air
First things first, I come to work with mad equipment
To do y'all, in the U Haul and the side biscuit
My persona, got suburban kids
Bangin their heads up in the gym like Nirvana

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Back to take mine, like Jordan, goin baseline
Create rhyme, break spines, when it's showtime
Niggaz wanna doubt me, talk about P
No slouch B, cause off the meter's how my clout be

Indeed, I'm amazing when I
Got the crowd doin shit by remote control
Comin high powered, what's the discrepency coward?
Dunk on your head, like Juwan Howard

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you

Play the MP3 online for free!

e85121de825cb7efa6503e76bda003f4

Luv U Better - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Luv U Better
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams, James Todd Smith

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
This is for my number one
This is for my number one
This is for my number one
True baby for I adore

This is hard to say
I wanna make sure I go about this in the right way
'Cuz lately I been busy a lot
And I know you don't feel appreciated and what not
I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly
Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes
Now I talk real foul and slick
Every other sentence is, "You make me sick"

Back in the days I was your number one pick
Now your heart's hair-broken and that's hard to fix
I had to dig deep inside myself
'Cuz I can't see you bouncin' with somebody else
It's a long journey back to the place we was
When I was too embarrassed to admit I was in love
And you was my good girl that wouldn't give it up
I can't let us self-destruct

Baby smile today
'Cuz I been imaginin' more ways
I'm gon' love you better
When your friends'll see you too
Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do
I'm gon' love you better

When I think about the things we did
And I think about you having my kids
And I think about us sharing a crib
Losin' all that, God forbid
You deserve flowers and candy, the simple things
In addition to the SL's, baguettes and rings
Instead I walk around like I'm a king
And having you ain't nothing but a thing

I even stopped tellin' you the lovin' was good
Too busy frontin' in the hood
Baby girl, hold me tight don't ever let go
I'ma do it real gentle baby, nice and slow
One more chance baby and don't say no
'Cuz I got another side to show
Some say love is painful it helps you grow
Well it's time for the pain to go, you know

Baby smile today
'Cuz I been imaginin' more ways
I'm gon' love you better
When your friends'll see you too
Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do
I'm gon' love you better

Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
So let's laugh together, cry together
God willin' we gon' die together

Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
So let's laugh together, cry together
God willin' we gon' die together

It's a brand new me, a brand new you
A brand new day, sky so blue
Hold my hand while I walk with you
Sit on my lap, lemme talk to you
No more games callin' you foul names
Actin' like females is all the same
I'm gon' love you better, my mentality changed
From this day forward I'll never be the same

I'ma rub your lower back, share my dreams
I love you, lemme show you what I mean
Give you the deepest love a girl ever seen
Watch you sleep, so peaceful and serene
A toast to the queen, you're back in my life
But this time I'ma do it right
Trust me, from the bottom of my heart
Nothin' is gonna tear us apart, promise

Baby smile today
'Cuz I been imaginin' more ways
I'm gon' love you better
When your friends'll see you too
Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do
I'm gon' love you better

Baby smile today
'Cuz I been imaginin' more ways
I'm gon' love you better
When your friends'll see you too
Just when you think there's nothin' else I can do
I'm gon' love you better

Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
So let's laugh together, cry together
God willin' we gon' die together

Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
Do you think I meant to hurt you?
(No)
So let's laugh together, cry together
God willin' we gon' die together

This is for my number one
This is for my number one
True baby for I adore

Play the MP3 online for free!

0be450ba078615791deecc3d5c145f73

Can U Dig It - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: Can U Dig It
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis Ivey, Victor Conception

Lyric:
Uh, yeah what up?

I know y'all wanna take me down
I know y'all wanna see me get clowned
I know y'all wanna take my sound
And put a nigga like me in the lost and found

But I refuse to fade I'll stay this way
Spreadin' venom in the mic till I'm old and gray
And now niggaz wanna attack me
Flip flop and back me

But fool you's a mackey
I'll starch your ass like some khakis
Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods
Me and my crew will use your CD for a hackey sack

Imagine that and it shouldn't be hard
'Cause your style ain't large
And you wanna make all the profits with crowbars
Can you dig it? When nothin' can save it

Shock your ass like a phaser
Burn and cut like a laser
Amaze you, with this flava
I run with a pack of tennis shoe playas

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

The first law of age is called survival
That's why I'm deadly on revival
And it's vital to my basic instinct
That all wack mcs become extinct

Because we on the brink or, should I say the edge
Like a schizophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin' on a ledge
Then you can't see the black 'cause it's blocked
By the blue and the red

U.f.o.s and scandalous ass hoes
Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose
And I suppose you want me to play superstar
And when I see you on the street act like I don't know who you are

So, you can run back and tell that but I won't do that
So, fool you can chew that to all sucka mcs you better beware
I been conjurin' up forces way back in my lair
And my crew don't scare and we don't care, we act, we wear, I swear

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

It's the thrilla straight outta Compton, not manila
Got a choke hold on the mic like I was M.C. gorilla
Take this to the heart for real a
Don't you ever try to steal a

Like aids this shit came like gin a
Might fuck up your Liva
Call me pharaoh 'cause I'm floatin' bustas up the river
When I deliver make your sister and your grandma shiver

Top feelin' steadily rakin' up the scrilla
Kickin' back in my easy chair sippin' on some henna
Exol 'cause my whole crew is locin'
And fools always tryin' to fix shit that ain't broken

I'm down with pixies so you don't wanna see me
So, grab everyone in your crew and disappear like a genie
Never said I was the best but I ain't the one to be testin'
Cross the line and in pieces you'll be destined

Don't stop, get it, get it
'Cause I blow up the spot every time
I grab the mic and hit it, hit it

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

Play the MP3 online for free!

063fab6c210e25a331c9788b3d8c418a

U Still Got It (Interlude) - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Jamie Foxx

Title: U Still Got It (Interlude)
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Jamie Foxx
Composer(s): Nate Walton, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Mateo Laboriel, Jamie Foxx, Ainz Prasad

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Do I look fat to you?
Baby you know I love you
That's not what I asked you
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Girl I know your going crazy
Let me help you understand
That you're about to have my baby
And we about to be a fam

Don't you know when we got married
We'd be true through thick and thin?
Well I know you're lookin' thick now
But I'm witcha to the end you still got it

U still got it girl every day, every night
You know you rock my world
(Don't you know that you still got it?)
And your emotions flowin'
'Cause you know that your body's growin'
(Don't you know that you still got it)

That New Jersey's snug
Well I ain't mad at that baby
It's just more to love
(U still got it)
Oh baby, your love's crazy
'Cause you havin' my baby
(And there's so much more to love)

See you walkin' through the mall now
You see them outfits that you like
Oh but you scared to try them on now
'Cause they just won't fit you right

And you steady watchin' Oprah
Tryin' to redefine your life
But as long as your my lady
I don't care about your size

Your hair
(Your hair I know)
I know your feet are swelling
No need to cry I dig them thighs
That's why I'm telling you, you still got it

U still got it girl every day, every night
You know you rock my world
(Don't you know that you still got it?)
And your emotions flowin'
'Cause you know that your body's growin'
(Don't you know that you still got it)

That New Jersey's snug
Well I ain't mad at that baby
It's just more to love
(U still got it)
Oh baby, your love's crazy
'Cause you havin' my baby
(And there's so much more to love)

Take a look at my lady and my day began to shine
Told her, "Baby being beautiful is a state of mind and you are so
Had to let your mind and your heart know
As you grow, the more, the more I see God glow"

I know it's probably strange, seeing your body change
Can't fit your clothes, nose ain't the same
But love still remains, it won't vary with me
Look at you and smile, thinkin' damn she carry a me

A life we created, we can cherish forever
You growin', but it's sexy, the sex is even better
But through thick and thin, pickles and peanut butter
Is a divine mother, queen and supreme lover, you still got it

I know that you still got it
(Baby I know you still got it)
Don't you know that you still got it?
(No matter what happens baby, oh baby)

U still got it
(Baby you still)
Don't you know that you still got it?
(Baby you still the one for me)
Don't you know that you still got it?
Don't you know that you still got it?
(Oh baby baby)

Play the MP3 online for free!

4be3139a2d3170600f8033e88b751911

Kwon - U Ain'T Gotta Like Me - Lyrics - Hood Hop - J

Title: Kwon - U Ain'T Gotta Like Me
Album: Hood Hop
Artist: J
Composer(s): Mark Williams, Jerrell C Jones, Joe Kent

Lyric:
I'm gettin' sick and tired, yeah
I'm gettin' sick and tired
Very sick and tired, homie

If I had a Coupe right now, it would be on E
Sometimes I feel unpretty than TLC
Raise your hands motherfucker if you feel like me
Live like me and you know what's real like me
Spit for the cats who ain't got none and humble too
But damn, fuck I'm sick and humble too
It ain't over, it just feel like it crumble boo
Now since you, shit I wanna rumble too

Now if you're sick and tired, say it quick, say it proud
If you're sick and tired, say it now, say it loud
Finally got the crowd to poppin', ain't afraid of coppin'
Every reppin' St. Louis and ain't stoppin'
I'm sick and tired of this lame brain shit
Kwon gettin' money, nah Kwon gettin' fits
Say whatever you say, how you say it's about me
How can this crowd be sick and tired without me?

You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
And I ain't gotta like you
You ain't gotta like me
And you ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
First time it's fuck me
Then nigga it's fuck you

You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
And I ain't gotta like you
You ain't gotta like me
And you ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
First time it's fuck me
Then nigga it's fuck you

I've been bamboozled, too many times for fuckin' losin'
Dogg I'm sick and I'm sick and tired of you dudes
Keep a deuce deuce tucked in the roof
Fuck a stash in the car, I got hash in the car
Look at ass they chick, I got ass in they jar
I'm tired of these hoes tryin' to tell Kwon to go and rob
I'm a gangsta motherfucker, fuck who you are
I told you Kwon to drink it then piss on the bar

I don't give a damn and you niggaz know it
Dirty you pussy and when you pussy, J-Kwon gon' show it
Guns I hold it, and you don't want to get to trippin'
One squeeze of the trigger, err body limpin'
I'm from a block, where err body Crippin'
Err body sniffin' and err body pimpin'
J-Kwon and Track Boyz, this is the take off
And dude, I'm sick and tired until this shit take off

You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
And I ain't gotta like you
You ain't gotta like me
And you ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
First time it's fuck me
Then nigga it's fuck you

You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
And I ain't gotta like you
You ain't gotta like me
And you ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
First time it's fuck me
Then nigga it's fuck you

I'm hot summin' like Jay-Z
(Yah' mean?)
How's that? 'cause I clap
(Yah' mean?)
It back
(Yah' mean?)
Strapped
(Hella green)
Man you know they clap
(Yah' mean?)
Keep a stash in the dash, put out I'm rollin'
Bought or stolen, I'm Hollywood like Hulk, Hogan
Cardboard niggaz they too often to start, foldin'
Don't get mad at me 'cause a chick jaw, swollen
'Cause I keep gettin' heaters
(Yeah)

I'm like Maxa million, I'll make you smack yourself with ya dick beaters
You're click's sweeter, you don't have the time niggaz
On the block, he don't never wanna battle rhyme niggaz
Perceivin' me right huh? I shine like a light what?
Diamonds so bright, I brought light to the night club
Fuckin' wit Kwon, you must really like slugs
I'm the black Brad Pitt and this is the Fight Club

You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
And I ain't gotta like you
You ain't gotta like me
And you ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
First time it's fuck me
Then nigga it's fuck you

You ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
And I ain't gotta like you
You ain't gotta like me
And you ain't gotta like me
I ain't gotta like you
First time it's fuck me
Then nigga it's fuck you

Ya under, ya dig what I'm sayin'?
You see what I'm sayin'?
I'm truly blessed right now, you know
J-Kwon nigga, I'm hot nigga
I told y'all I was gettin' hot
I'm wit my man Big B nigga
It's Show off nigga
Show off

Play the MP3 online for free!

95d7e92961ddf76ffc82d7705cd7ffbd

U Can'T Resist - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: U Can'T Resist
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Taurus (T-Bone) Grey, Clarence Dorsey, Missy Elliott, Timothy Z Mosley, Melissa A Elliott

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Uh, what's happenin? What
Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand?
With this hot girl, Missy
Fuckin' with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig?
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do yo' thing girl

Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?
I'ma have to lick two shots on my glock
Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop
Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop

Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top
Gotta blow any other state off the block
And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's
You better gimme gimme five mics, gimme props

Say you sick of my clique and my shit
'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks
Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks
Make the whole industry wanna go and bit

I say, "You sit, we sit, I sit"
While I go shit on a mix like this
Say, "You spit, I spit, we spit"
But you can't fuck with a nigga like this
Check me out

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe

Y'all don't wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I don' done?
Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit?
Let's talk about the million niggas who bit

It's only one Timothy from the V
And the whole industry goin' beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my beats
So another nigga won't duplicate me

Yeah, I got styles, got shows, videos
And my shows, it grows, it grows
And I sing, I flow, I blows
And I know y'all niggas know

When I come swift with the one-two kick
If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit
Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit
And I made 1.6 admit, check me out

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe

I'm that nigga that tote them AK's
B.G. is what they call me
I be in them project hallways
Beef with me, you gon' be sorry

Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down
We got K's so, put them glocks down
You scared to come outside
Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down

This nigga here from C M B
Roll with a clique about 20 deep
'Cause I made a mill', it don't mean
I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps

All I have is thugs in my clique
All my nigga's, they come off the street
Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick
'Cause I'm on B E T and M T V

It ain't no secret, this nigga be project
Getting paid, that's what's my object
Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this
'Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit

I'm all about getting it locked, dog
Don't wanna be on the block, yo
'Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls
While I be makin' drop offs

Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too
To the playa hater's I say, "Fuck you"
You needs to worry 'bout you
Instead of what to not do

Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy
Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me
Alota you nigga's gon' miss me
I'ma be here, you gon' be history

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit

Hatin' on us but ya can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe

If you come hard, better come legit
(Say what? Oh, ah huh)
If you come hard, better come legit
(Oh, uh)
We gon' show you, so you best believe

What, uh
What, what
What, what
What, what
What

Um hmm, Hot boys
It's all gravy
Missy
Timbaland
We out

Gimme that
Gimme that
Oh, gimme that
Gimme that

Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
Oh, yeah

Play the MP3 online for free!

f86e4aa4aada0b80609ff1206d2a7ebc

U Know What Time It Is - Lyrics - Grandmaster Flash

Title: U Know What Time It Is
Artist: Grandmaster Flash
Composer(s): Kevin La-Von Dukes, Guy T Williams, Joseph Robert Saddler

Lyric:
Just get off the wall, let's have a ball
The 70's are gone, it's the 80's y'all
Grab a fly girl by the hand and ask her to dance
C'mon fellas, don't be shy, just take a chance

You'll never know it might lead to romance
'Cuz the beat is cold stompin', it'll put you in a trance
You're so hypnotized that you stop and stare
I'm steppin' out of this 'cuz I'm not with that there

Get on the dancefloor, c'mon, take a stand
All the girlies in the place wanna dance with you, my man
Get on the floor and work it out if you can
Here's my ulterior motive, I mean my game plan

It doesn't hurt to flirt, just go ahead and chase the skirt
You can't help it, it's your line of work
To get women on the floor
It's you they adore, you might as well

U know what time it is?

Hang on party, people, 'cuz here we go
We're gonna cold take the party to another plateau
But in order for us to achieve a new height
We wanna hear flash cut the beat up, ain't that right?

While flash is choppin' the mix like an ax on wood
You gotta dance 'cuz the beat is finger lickin' good
Throw your hands above your head and reach for a cloud
And if there's anything you want to say, say it loud

I know the bass is pumpin' so hard, the lights are dim
And y'all are lettin' me know we're cold blowin' the rim
That's right, you're being served, served with a smile
And homeboy, you don't like it, we can step in the aisle

Just show no shame, you know it's only right
And if there's anything you want to get off, get it off tonight

U know what time it is?

A simple punch of the fade, a little flex of the wrist
Flash whoopin' the mix while I'm kickin' the gift
Yo, like a double edge razor, the boy is nice
When he cuts, give him room or you might get sliced

He's too cold to hold, too hot to be stopped
This jam that we got is good to the last drop
Weather you like it or not, we rock
Yo, since the day we emerged, have you heard?

That it was all about a party and yo, this is word
This party's rated NS for no suckers allowed
That's the scoop, hear me troop
So don't you come here actin' wild

But as you know there's always one in the crowd
You wanna party, then act like you know, can you dig it?
And if you came to get I'll forget it, I ain't with it

U know what time it is?

Play the MP3 online for free!

8133037d295da62939573fc54c04fdef

U Got Shot - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: U Got Shot
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Russell Jones, Derrick Harris, Parrish Smith, Angel Aguilar, A Nathaniel, Dennis Coles, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked
Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name

If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown traject
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked

On my knees at the mercy of God
Straight up back up I keeps it hard
You like to watch
But can't touch this nigga or catch a charge

Papichulo with karate chops just like judo
Fuckin' coolo make you quit rap and go sing with Menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin' Apollo Creed

Time to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, callin' like Dion
PMD shinin' with my stripes on

In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bad time, so fuck a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them still my fuckin' niggaz

We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin' back
And watch me spitfire my volerical fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin'
Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat
'Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' Starsky and Hutch
While my rims blindin', while P rollin' the Dutch
'Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom suckin' my balls like a fresh pack of halls

Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw
When I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off Agallah

Yo, 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, swingin' crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

When I blow off the top, I got this cream like Bill Rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together, here's the gun together, let's run together

Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-Off's gonna hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise niggaz

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like that
I bust 'em from the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, make 'em scream like a bitch
And switch up for the mix up and dig a ditch up
And bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up

And hook off like Prince Naseem ahead
Duck yo' head or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet Ramsey

And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin' shit and never even seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures and chasin' gold diggers

Don't even come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna flex with the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete
For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash, punk

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked
Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name

If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown traject
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk, chk, blaow
U got shot 'cause you knock, knock, knocked

Play the MP3 online for free!

5bff28f2ee116bed1134ffef05304fbf

Stompin' And Pimpin' - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Stompin' And Pimpin'
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Marlon J Goodwin, Tristan Jones, Premro Vonzellaire Smith

Lyric:
Let it loose, mature content

Here we come again bitch in your mothafuckin' face
Eightball and M J fuckin' G rippin' up the place
Comin' out hard like I told you I was gonna do
At the Marriott lettin' your hoe do what she wanna do

Not because I paid her or made her
Nigga who you think I be a trick and give my money up? Uh
No no I got game for a hoe, baggets and combo
In a wooded out Tahoe, murder niggaz

Cane slangin', gang bangin'
Hand language got my mind twisted and tangled
I remember walkin' up and down orange mound
Memphis Tenn, that's my mothafuckin' stompin' ground

Made it out, givin' back, bustin' dope raps
You can't run in every neighborhood they bustin' caps
Country niggaz tinted out, gettin' fucked up
The wrong move will get your whole crew fucked up

I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this
You criticize this, bitch I live this
So I keep my pen and I keep my 4 5th
Light a spliff, nigga me and G comin' through

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this
Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition
Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga
Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some

We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin'
Shit I'm doin' it, you couldn't
Hell, suave house got it locked down
Nigga, you shouldn't, even try

To fuck with M J should I pimp this for exercise
Woman I don't want your pussy, now rest your thighs
No testin' eyes, stays on my B's and U's and D's
I got my P H T D pimp hoes to death in '83

Memories they rollin' over
Dick riders, keep me focused
Huh, what you say bro, you ain't know this
Get off the ground, now you know this

And bitch, shut up talkin' to me with that same old
Say, say, like a, can I touch your braids and a, can I see you shades?
Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws?
Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch go suck some balls

Ain't no stoppin' us
Niggaz, you need to realize, quickly
Fuck you, if you, niggaz with me, cool ass teacher
Comin' out your bitch house, limpin', nigga, stompin', pimpin'

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this
Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition
Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga
Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this
Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition
Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga
Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some

Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones
Niggaz got real guns, 'cause they make real funds
Hood cats, who only fuck with hood rats
Blunt rollin' hoes, holdin' on to daddy's sack

Stashin' gats, if I ask, she gon' let it loose
I practiced tellin' hoes everything but the truth
Stay away from funky niggaz 'cause they turn to thieves
On my knees, meditatin' smokin' trees

Shootin' game, with hardcore rap agility
Cross the globe with my southern mack ability
Black fat nigga all about my green stack nigga
We pack nigga, this ain't no act nigga

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this
Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition
Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga
Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some

Stompin', pimpin', you can't fuck with this
Stompin', pimpin', ain't no competition
Stompin', pimpin', we the shit nigga
Stompin', pimpin', bitch come and get some

Come and get some
Nine eight, these weak niggaz death date
Bitch come and get some, yeah

Uh, uh, make it funky for 'em
Uh, uh, play it back one time right, uh
Yeah straight stompin', pimpin'
Space age forever what you say?

You know what I'm sayin'?
What you say?
Let me ride
What you say?
For my real niggaz, uh, yeah
Eightball the Fat Mack, one time
And M J fuckin' G, one time
Space age forever, one time

Suave house nigga
Suave house nigga
Suave house nigga
Suave house nigga

You know what I'm talkin' about?
What you talkin' about?
Keep it goin' baby, um
Split one, fill it up, rap it up
Spark it up, fire it up

You know what I'm sayin'?
Smoke with me
Smoke with me
Get high with me
Nigga ride with me
Bitch come and get some

Play the MP3 online for free!

da9d168d3919ada2397355424b711da1

I Luv U - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: I Luv U
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
I luv U
I luv U
I luv U

Yo if that girl knows where you stay thats poor
Some whore banging on your door what for
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
Fifteen, she's underage that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
Now she wants a score and half of a draw
That the kind of threat that you can't ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor

But it's your own fault you said three magic words
When that's the one for the birds
When you said that she forgot other boys
It's over you better start buying the toys
There was no intention in front of your wife
That she knows this that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a shame that kid probably ain't yours

That girl' some bitch ya know she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
Keeps following me there these days I can't go no where

Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got chatted up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up, oh well, he got whacked up, oh well

Alright, she's a bad girl I'ma buss doe
Captain Rascal with a crossbow
She came she got picked off yo
Nah it's not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzy Rascal come down like snow
With freezing cold flows like Moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for Skid Row

Leap low Dizzy Rascal dig low
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
Get juiced but this ain't a love ting hoe
Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo coming through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey she can go

That girl' some bitch ya know she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
Keeps following me there these days I can't go no where

Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got chatted up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up, oh well, he got whacked up, oh well

Listen, I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle, switch Michelle with Chantalle
Play Chantalle with Shennele, lyrical clientelle but I ain't a bow cat
I don't like the smell I'm gonna go through a shell
And make a boy feel unwell

That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives BJ's at all times she looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey she's not mine
She got batches, 6 in a line, believe me that's not a good sign

That girl' some bitch ya know she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home, these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
Keeps following me there, these days I can't go no where

Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got chatted up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up, oh well, he got whacked up, oh well

Play the MP3 online for free!

e60cbb83eaa663a714e00988fa3c3fa3

Focus - Lyrics - Double Or Nothing - Erick Sermon

Title: Focus
Album: Double Or Nothing
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Erick Sermon, Denzil Foster

Lyric:
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul

Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul

Yo, I land out in a rent text e 7, v 12, new benzina, 200 and 90
Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' I see
Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha
Basic's, quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth don't say shitt, roll
Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they
Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my
Rules, step incorrect you get abused, I bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin
Drama, make em' feel good like 2 pac's dear mama, it could be pitch black and
I'll spot cha boomkickin yo door like big poppa

Neva understood how he did it, neva, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, xzibit, neva understood how he did it, dj mutha fuckin
Quick, how he made this music groove your very soul, soul

Hey, tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga xzibit and quick u down
Wit tha e-double, what u get weed trouble, e make tha b bubble, make tha bass
So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha b bubble
Partyin', happy that you shook tha hole crib,and if ya gotta pound, e dubb i
Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a
Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a
Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red
Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we
Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88
Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and i'ma wet cha, way down from tha
Compton town, and I'll betcha cant

Neva understood, ha, yeah, how he did it, ladies and gentlemen
Yeah,tha bar is now open, how he made this music groove your very soul
Soul, it'z all me, neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul

Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we
Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few g's in my low, low, not done hoe, my
Nigga big came in solo, dough low, most niggaz we know act like a homo, and
When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there
Crminal file, and strechin tha mob, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy
Ya mob just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like
A fucked up d a, wit a cross that ain't stickin, and I'm walkin away a free man
Cuz y'all niggaz softa than sand, cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha
Pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track
Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, pmd

Neva understood how he did it, dj quick in tha mutha fucken
House, how we made this music groove your very soul, soul, this dick in ya
Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah
Neva understood how he did it how we made this music groove your
Very soul, soul, you think it aint, westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha
Way through out tha millinium, neva understood how he did it, millinium shitt
How we made this music groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he, yo, millinium shitt, did it how we, dj
Mutha fucken quick, made this music groove your very soul, soul
Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on, neva understood how he
Did it, how, keep it bouncin, r.i.p roger troutmen, we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha nigga
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul

Play the MP3 online for free!

29cd5ae6985ab5d38ec47bc3d1c6bc22

No Shorts, No Losses - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: No Shorts, No Losses
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Bone D J U-Neek Kenny Mccloud

Lyric:
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word
Downing my fifth and I swerve
Drunk as I bend on the curb
Get up to purchase some herbs
To ease up my nerves
While a nigga got rocks to serve

Heard about thugs and hustlas
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts
Peep this cut

Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
Putting in work, gotta hit 'em where it hurts
Putting it down, Bone first
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse
Them worse to worst

Dog, if you wanting to test Bone
The consequences are fatal
Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off
Clack back 'cause I believe in me label

Ruthless and we steady be putting it down
Just for the love of money, yeah
For the love of the wasteland Claire
For the love that brought me here

Dropping piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks, pop pop ya pistol now
If a nigga wanna run up, gun up
Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down

Harmony smooth wid the thug shit
Mo' Murda to the fool that clone
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness
And it's war trying crab these Bones

Bring on ya stretchers, ya dearly departed
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss bitch
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Nigga come fuck wid me now
Krayzie that nigga that pump pump
Nigga that's my daily thang
Down wid the bang bang, swanging them thangs
It really don't matter, man, insane to the brain

My niggas, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this now
Bite one bid and nigga, we're coming to cut ya
Everyday be the same old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe

Niggas that be trying to study the thugs
But nigga, back up, it's a Bone thing, what?
Never taking no shorts or no losses
Creeping up outta me clik, see
'Mo' Murda', 'Mo' Murda' and Ouija will be with me
Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money

Stalking gat fools walking jack moves
Ready to pap you if we have too
Remember me, no surrender
Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin
Me no pretender
Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossing
Niggas all up in them coffins
They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is
See, pop, pop let 'em drop

Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas
We creeping, we needing mo' money
We sick and we cold and we hungry
(Huh)
I'm loving my thugstas
My clik consist of nothing but hustlas
The nigga you know that'll hurt ya

Serve and murda all bustas now
Hard times, gotta grind, get mine
Even if it means pap, that's ya life
And a nigga gotta die by the sword
The gauge, my nine and my knife

Cocking, I pump my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor, trigger, you fall
It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine
Yeah, it's my time
Me and my thugs smoking, choking
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Remember when that dog jumped out of the Darkside
Come creep in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click
Get tossed and it'd do you no good

Can't fuck wid my gang, no thang
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire
We strip 'em and beat they brains out

I gotta give Ps to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to lose
Tripping and sipping on brews and acting a fool

Mo' Thug be loving to smoke mo bud
Fiend for the green leaves
Nigga, quick, pull out them trees
I pull out me cheese
Now gimme now what me need

Remember, me killa cap peeler
Still a realer nigga and I'm on to dig ya
So bitch if ya run up, I'm bound to rip ya
Me put in me work, pulling me bullets, it hurt
Better run to chalk it
Digging ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Bone, y'all Bone, nigga, that's starting some shit up, what?
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts
Running up out the cut, pumping bucks

Ready ta fuck you up, must bust them
And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire, oh, yeah
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas
When me forty four let go, feeling the glock, glock roll
95th gunning outta the window
We peeping out the few coming outta the back do'

Hang, on the Darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and running from the holice
Jumping that barbed wire fence

Hitting the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazing
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up, up on me
Turn around and face 'em
Pump, pump and fade 'em now

Play the MP3 online for free!

ff2309fb729b16dbfb0967128f66956a

P Control (Remix) - Lyrics - Prince

Title: P Control (Remix)
Artist: Prince
Composer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson

Lyric:
Nuestra presentacion especial comenzara en breve
(Our special presentation will start shortly)
Pero antes un mensaje de nuestros auspiciadores
(But first a message from our sponsors)
Uh, yeah
Uh

Good mornin', ladies and gentlemen
(What hotel number is she in?)
Boys and motherfuckin' girls
(319, 319, cool)

This is your captain with no name speakin'
And I'm here 2 rock your world
With a tale that will soon be classic
About a woman u already know
No, prostitute she, but the mayor of your brain
Pussy control
(Are u ready?)

Ah, pussy control, oh
Ah, pussy control, oh

Our story begins in a schoolyard
A little girl skipping rope with her friends
A tisket, a tasket, no lunch in her basket
Just school books 4 the fight she would be in

One day over this hoodie
She got beat for some clothes and her rep
With her chin up, she scolded all y'alls molded
When I'm rich, on your neck I will step

And step she did to the straight as
Then college, the master degree
She hired the heifers that jumped her
And made everyone of them work for free?
Know, why?

So what if my sisters are triflin'?
They just don't know
She said mama didn't tell 'em what she told me
Girl, u need pussy control
(Are u ready?)

Ah, pussy control, oh
Ah, pussy control, oh

Pussy got bank in her pockets
Before she got dick in her drawers
If brother didn't have good and plenty of his own
In love pussy never did fall

And this fool named trick wanna stick her
Uh, talkin' more chick than a bic
'Bout how he gonna make pussy a star
If she come and sing a lick on his hit

Pussy said nigga, u crazy if u don't know
Every woman in the world ain't a freak
U can go platinum 4 times
Still couldn't make what I make in a week

So push up on somebody wanna hear that
'Cuz this somebody here don't wanna know
Boy, u better act like u understand
When u roll with pussy control
(Are u ready?)

Ah, pussy control, oh
Ah, pussy control, oh

Breakdown
(Are u ready for the best pussy u ever felt?)
(Are u ready for the best pussy u ever felt?)

With one more verse to the story
I need another piece of your ear
I wanna hip u all to the reason
I'm known as the player of the year

'Cuz I met this girl named Pussy
At the club international balls
She was rollin 4 deep
3 sisters and a weepy-eyed white girl drivin' her haul

I pulled up right beside her
And my electric top went down
I said motherfucker, I know your reputation
And I'm astounded that you're here

I fear you're lonely and u want to know
A 12'o clock straight up nigga
That don't give a shit that you're pussy control
Well I'm that nigga, at least I wanna be

But it's gonna be hard as hell
To keep my mind off a body
That would make every rich man
Want 2 sell, sell, sell
(75, we need another, 85, 85 here, sold)

Can I tell u what I'm thinkin' that u already know?
U need a motherfucker that respects your name
Now say it, pussy control
(Are u ready?)

Ah, pussy control, oh
Ah, pussy control, oh

And the moral of this motherfucker is
Ladies, make 'em act like they know
You are, was and always will be pussy control
(Are u ready?)
Peace and be wild
(Ah, pussy control)

Say what, huh?
(Oh)
Oh, no, don't u think about callin' her a ho
(Are u ready?)

You juvenile delinquent
Best sit your ass down
Talkin' about pussy control
Huh, can u dig it?

Ah, pussy control
(Are u ready?)
Oh
(Are u ready?)

Ah, pussy control
(Are u ready?)
Oh
(Are u ready?)

Play the MP3 online for free!

67c27c09dbfc57da82cb46a232ac6e27

Brown Paper Bag - Lyrics - We the Best - Dj Khaled

Title: Brown Paper Bag
Album: We the Best
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): D.P. Dad Carter, Khaled Khaled, B Williams, A Aponte, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
DJ Khaled, we the best
Nigga, we the best, man, listen

Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real, that's all I can tell 'em
Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em, come on

Brown paper bag
(Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag

Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights
Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white
They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer

In the kitchen with the pots, yeah, I work the glass
Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah, I work 'em task
And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all

Just two words nigga, duffle bag
I just know it so well, can't help but brag
Gold mouth got 10, mail man got 3
It's just yo' luck the rap game got me, hold up

Here we go again
Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs
And the bad bitches all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign

The game is mine, I'm so far in
I'm speaking with an accent who just caught twin
Can't even relax in my room
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof

This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my trippers getting black plastic bag money
We talkin' 'bout that bad money
That IRS, K Tax money, ya dig me?

Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank God for the mill he prepared for me
Take care my fam and my little dog, money
Thank God for that brown paper bag, that

Brown paper bag
(Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag

Brown paper bag
(Thank God for that)
Brown paper bag

Just pulled over in my CM 5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk, you can bet me five
20 minutes and they dump, I'ma let these fly

We the best, look at what we drive
Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high
In the back of the Maybach and it cost five
Hundred thou on a nigga, spent that with a smile

Stackin' numbers that alarm and race
White house, still move brick of law in a day
I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state
I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date

Two million in the bag, ain't one to brag
You don't know the feelin' when the villain peelin' in a Jag
Just starin' at the ceilin', ten woman at your pad
I was at the center, now I see villain just in fact, I'm a boss

Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money
It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money
Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks of rubber bands up in that

Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag

Practice makes perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm a mothafuckin' professional, like Hershel
Walker, the talk of the game is I
But I wonder will they still be talkin' after I die

But that's not important, money's more important
And understand I been in that water like I was snorklin'
Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin
Miami, Khaled took me in like an orphan

Why did they start him? Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint, Philly bustin' Carson
I'm by myself to niggas running mouths like auctions

T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha
And we stay on point like a fuckin' box cutter
Ya heard what I say, muhfucka? Sid I stutter?
With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out

Coka baby, man, you know I already had money
Definition of that brown paper bag money
Try front and I'll zip you in a bag, money
For tha cash, I'll blast anybody that

Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag
Brown paper bag

Y'all niggas want coka music
La Costra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this
Pin it so easy, cave nigga doin'
Nigga, we simply the best, don't confuse it

I confuse it, critics be hatin'
Best album yet, don't give me the same ratin'
I'm waitin' top of rap Rushmore
Edge of stone, right beside puns war

Unsure, anything's possible
4 mill spent, bought out the art class u
I'm Picasso in a Versace suit
Don't worry, my nigga, Khaled, I got you

Not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to
Put the squad on your back, the impossible
It's only logical to spit it from the heart
Brown paper bag, who else but Joey got that

Brown paper bags
Brown paper bags

Play the MP3 online for free!

ce0bb6a0cade86edc2800b94e1a103d9