Z - A Dream - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - A Dream
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Jean Olivier, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, James Mtume

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Lyric:
Uhh uhh uhh
It was all a dream

Last night I had a dream
Thoughts was racin' through my head
(It was all a dream)
Felt so real to me
This is what was said

"Had a dream", I said, "'Bout who?", he said
"'Bout B.I.G.", I said, "That's big", he said
"Dig what", he said, "Proceed" he said
"Indeed", I said, so, breathe I did

"Don't repeat what I say", I said, he said nothin'
He agreed with his head, he just nodded like this
What I believe to be a yes I repeated what was said
It came to me like a, well, as even I said

"You feel playboy", was the greeting he said
First thing I wanted to know, what's the reason he was dead?
"More money, more problems, better believe it", he said
"Careful what you wish for you might receive it", he said

"I see", I said, "Jealousy", I said
"Got the whole industry mad at me", I said
Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself
Nobody built like you, you designed yourself"

"I agree", I said, "My one of a kind self
Get stoned every day like Jesus did"
"What he said", I said, "Has been said before"
"Just keep doin' your thing", he said, "Say no more"

Was it all a dream
(Tell me)
Was it all a dream
(Was it a dream)
Was it all a dream
(I gotta know)
Was it all a dream
(Was it a dream)
Was it all a dream
(A dream)
Was it all a dream

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday, "Rap Attack", Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match

Remember Rappin' Duke? 'Duh-ha, duh-ha'
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good
Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Was it all a dream
(Tell me)
Was it all a dream
(Was it a dream)
Was it all a dream
(I gotta know)
Was it all a dream
(Was it a dream)
Was it all a dream
(A dream)
Was it all a dream

It was all a dream
It was all
It was all a dream
It was all a dream
It was all a dream
It was all a dream

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A Little Somethin' - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: A Little Somethin'
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, M Williams, K Floyd

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Lyric:
Here we go, another funky style
Peace to my brothers on 'Rikers' Isle'
Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile
To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild

This here part is like section one
So you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns
Early mornin' light is yet to come
And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun

Females, let your hair down
'Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown
With the funky sound, the razzamatazz
You give me to the sploshers, you can get your blast

Enter at your own risk, some brothers got weapons
Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied
And answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone

Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop
With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop
Dosey-do your partner all night long
And all you mothers, bring your kids along

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Huh, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
(Just kick a little somethin')

Ain't no mountain high enough
To overcome this funky like type of stuff
The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff
Oh, my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs

I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover
Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver
Don't stop till you get it on

With ya head be boppin' like a bouncy ball
They do it in the park, they do it in the mall
But when I do it, I'm doin' it for y'all
(Yeah)

Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no static
Flippin' on the freak like I'm acrobatic
You were searchin' for the funk and I had it
Here we go, hand over the cash yo
What chime? Aiyyo, blast the tobasco

Work your body like a dime, oh no
Do the freaky-deaky, the whole girls' cargo
Females on the side, we gotta win 'em, yeah
The back pockets are stuck with nothin' in 'em, yeah

Except my beeper number
Rubbin' all my lumber so I cannot slumber
Makes me sick like an earthquake
So do the baddy-too-true, we got cash to make
Able body, ready to party
All the ladies in the house must be eatin' hardy

And provin' and movin', groovin', so soothin' good for ya
And clinically proven, damn
Every little bit of the tip makes ya taste flip
Like sugar on Ritz, get on down, to the sure-shot sound
'Cause all five burrows are rockin' uptown

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Whattup? Hah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Aiyyo, aiyyo
(Just kick a little somethin')

Pump up the nasty, nasty, nasty sound
Kick back and let it please ya like a rub down
Put ya body in the lost and found
(Kick that L)
I love the way its goin' down

What you see is what you get
And all the words who's next to be the teacher's pet
Down-home monkey, corn fed, original
And what you do is up to you, the individual

This is the place to be for y'all underage brothers
With the rebel mentality
Sweet young freaks sayin' 'Rock me [unverified]
Skin so smooth lookin' all [unverified]

Video to video, tape to tape
Walkin' through the jam in search of a playmate
Party is packed like a rich mans' fridge
Too many people in the crib

The situation is sweaty and crazy like Eddy
And yes we are ready to funk it up steady
Ain't nothin' here petty
Trip down to your laundry, I'm ready
Hold your horse and baby feel the force
And get jaws off, no matter what the cost

Come out to cloth, get hot like a stove
Early in the mornin', we're dancin' in robes
To a funkafied sweaty, greazy groove
I know the Marley remix to make you move

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Yeah, I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
I do a little somethin'

(Yo uncle)
Whassup? Whassup?
(Yo uncle)
Peace out, hah, I did a little somethin'

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All Good - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: All Good
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Jean Claude Olivier, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, James Mtume, Darrin Lockings

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Lyric:
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya
I hear the snakes hiss, talkin' reckless
Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace

I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
Now the D.A. wanna give me time in the feds
I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
Comes down with my weave straight sittin' on bread
At the gate, gettin' picked up in a new Coupe [Incomprehensible]

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

See, I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin' in a cell
The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha
Now my man in the can gettin' money and gettin' high

He used to keep me fly, he had the 6, I had the 5
So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
At age 14, I was puttin' in work, at age 16, I was movin' that work
Gettin' paid for drivin' state to state
Smugglin' weight, prayin' I don't bump into jake
I traveled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases
Thank God for Big
Damn right, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

Cowards huff and they puff but won't blow shit down
I come through like two airplanes in midtown
Nigga, my get back's the get down
Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
They all talk loud, when they see you, they quiet down
Fagots violated, I wish they'd try now
Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
Punks gettin' left off right where I pick up

Picture in Vogue, Spring-Summer issue
Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
You know when I do it, I'm doin' it monumental
Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
They ask me if I know what true happiness is
Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
Hell no, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

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All In The Family - Lyrics - Follow The Leader - Korn

Title: All In The Family
Album: Follow The Leader
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Fred Durst, Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
Say what, say what?
I say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours
Ooh, say what, say what?
I say what, say what?
I say what, say what?
My band is bigger than yours

Too bad I got your beans in my bag
You stuck-up sucka, Korny motherfucka
Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp
Need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis

I'm gonna drop a little east side skill
Ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill
So, whatcha thinkin?, Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann

Check you out, punk, yes I know you feel it
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video
You little fagot ho', please give me some shit to wank with
'Cuz right now I'm all it, kid, suck my dick kid like your daddy did

Who the fuck you think you're talking to?
I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you
All up in my face with that, are you ready?
But halitosis is all you're rockin' steady

You little fairy, smelling on your flowers
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers
I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes Clyde
But you said it best, there's no place to hide

What the fuck ya sayin'? You're a pimp whatever, Limp dick
Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's sayin?
Wannabe funk doobiest when you're playin'
Rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin', plus your bills I'm payin'

You can't eat that shit every day, Fred
Lay off the bacon
Say what, say what?
You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon

So, you hate me and I hate you
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family

I hate you and you hate me
You know what?
It?s all in the family

Look at you, fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice
Throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit alright, Vanilla Ice
Ya better run, run while ya can, can never fuck me up
Bisc Limpkit, at least I got a P.H.A.T. original band

Who's hot, who's not?
You best step back, Korn on the cob
You need a new job, time to take them mic skills
Back to the dentist and buy yourself a new grill

You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters
But you just can't get away
Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday

So, I hate you and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in the family

I hate you and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It?s all in the family

You call yourself a singer?
You're more like Jerry Springer
Your favorite band is winger
And all you eat is Zingers

You're like a Fruity Pebble
Your favorite flag is rebel
It's just too bad that you're a fag
And on a lower level

So you're from Jacksonville kickin' it like Buffalo Bill
Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck
While your sister's on her knees
Waitin' for your little peanut

Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother
It's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover

Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth

I hate you and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It's all in my family

And I hate you and you hate me
You know what, you know what?
It?s all in my family

And I love you and I want you
And I'll suck you and I'll fuck you
And I'll butt-fuck you, can I eat you?
And I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'

Say what, say what?

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Angel Eyes - Lyrics - See The Light - Jeff Healey Band

Title: Angel Eyes
Album: See The Light
Artist: Jeff Healey Band
Composer(s): John Hiatt, Fred Koller

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Lyric:
Girl, you're lookin' so good tonight
And every guy has got you in his sights
What you're doin' with a clown like me?
You know I've been called worse
It's got to be one of life's little mysteries

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love, yeah
What did I do, what did I say
To turn your angel eyes my way?

You know I'm the guy who never learned to dance
Never even got one second glance
I never saw a second glance
Way across a crowded room was close enough
I could look but I could never touch

So tonight I'll ask the stars above, yeah
Baby, how did I ever win your love?
What did I do, what did I say
To turn your angel eyes my way?

Don't anyone wake me, if it's just a dream
'Cause she's the best thing that's ever happened to me
All you fellows, you can stare at her all you like
But this girl that you see, she's leavin' here with me tonight

There's just one more little thing that I need to know
If this is love, why does it scare me so?
Well, it must be somethin' that only you can see
'Cause I can feel it, baby, when you look at me

So tonight I'll ask all the stars above
How did I ever win your love?
What did I do, what did I say
To turn your angel eyes my way?
Turn my way

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Apologize - Lyrics - Dance With My Father - Luther Vandross

Title: Apologize
Album: Dance With My Father
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Rex K Rideout, Luther Vandross

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Lyric:
Yeah
Yeah
Oo yeah

Your love?s never been better
So good it?s a sin
But it?s time for a decision
Is it me or him?

Before you make your mind up, hear me
I just want you to see things clearly
This should be about love, not money
Don?t let him try to take you from me

I don?t wanna have to apologize
I don?t wanna feel I?ve been penalized
Just ?cause I can drive in a better car
Live in a bigger house just like a superstar

He says that I can only give you
Material things, but that?s not true
You see my heart is rich with love for you
Don?t let him make you doubt my love for you
Yeah, baby

I work hard for my money
No one gave it to me
But some fools think the deeper the pocket
The smaller the heart will be, not true

I?m only tryin? to share me with you
Look at all the lovin? we do
Find the meaning in the words I?m sayin?
I?m not just another player playin?

I don?t wanna have to apologize or give a damn
And I don?t appreciate being criticized for who I am
Just ?cause I can buy you a lotta things or take you any place
That?s just what money brings

He wants you to believe that I?m tryin? to buy your love
?Cause that?s what he would do
He thinks since he?s a man with nothing
That he?s got better love for you, no way

Tell him now, let him go
Or I can no longer be yours
Tell him how you feel about me
I can?t keep standing on the side
And let him fill your mind with lies about me

Leave him with his fallacies
I don?t care what bull he believes
Tell him that enough is enough
Just don?t return a disbeliever
You?ve always been a willing receiver of my love

I don?t think I have to apologize, I work for this
I don?t wanna feel like I?m penalized for being rich
Doesn?t bother me where he thinks I stand
I?m bein? my true self, just doin? what I can

He thinks I won you with materiality
But honey, you know that?s not so
And even if he understood me
It?s simply time for him to go, so let him go

I don?t wanna change you
?Cause I?m in love with who you are
So I don?t wanna apologize for bein? a superstar
Haven?t I proved that I?m here for you?
What am I guilty of? What did or didn?t I do?

Maybe I can?t be myself with somebody
Who believes such things are true
I?m losing self-respect from trying
I?m losing my desire too, I can?t do it

I don?t wanna have to apologize or give a damn
I don?t wanna feel I?ve been penalized for who I am
Just ?cause I can buy you a lotta things or take you any place
That?s just what money brings

He wants you to believe that I?m tryin? to buy your love
?Cause that?s what he would do
He says that he?s a man with nothing
That he?s got better love for you, no way

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Z - A Week Ago - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - A Week Ago
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Shawn Carter, Ernest Isley, Bernard Isley, Ronald Isley, J Stoute, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
Uh-huh
That's right
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Last week I had everything

Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had the money had the cars, the bitches
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
And the jewelry

And then my motherfuckin' niggaz started snitchin'
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
Beyotch

Growin' up in the hood just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P

Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly

Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name

I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home"

I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin'
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on"
From there I sensed the beef was on

I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe 'cause niggaz is two-faced
And they show the other side when they catch a new case, it's on

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin' for bail

Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had niggaz thinkin' I was from Uptown for real
I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill

Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
Freezin' on them corners still holdin' my crack
Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?

Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm never goin' back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked, bitch
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Man shit was all good just a week ago)

The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself 'cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang

Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor

Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?

Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Shit is crazy man, all these niggaz out here snitchin'
We was one step away from takin' this crack money
And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods
Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on each other

I got partners doin' 15-20 wouldn't been doin' shit
If you didn't snitch, beyotch
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good shut your mouth, just watch the game and don't snitch

It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it, got it goin' on, we got the money
Ain't got nothin' to do with crime baby but I'm recognizing

You rat bastard

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Biggie Nigga - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Biggie Nigga
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Lyfe Jennings

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Lyric:
First off I got to send a shout out to Brooklyn
B K in the building stand up, second of all
Man, I tell you when I do these interviews out here, man
All these cats always asking me

Who do I mostly resemble in the music game?
So I think to my self, why? Who could I have said
I mostly resemble in this game and one name keep on circulating
Through my brain man, none other y'all know him as Biggie nigga

From a place where them niggas don't talk a lot
License suspended so we walk a lot
Always been a thug, since I was a young cat
Brisked up like Godzilla, mix my similac with Cognac, oh

Now I can't even pray no more
'Cause I done did so much dirt, and smoked so much Dro
I'm afraid God'll be like what you callin' here for
Don't be dialing my line asking me for shit no more

Whoa, it's Biggie nigga
Record me as a City nigga
Yeah, it's Biggie nigga
Record me as a City nigga

I done seen church boys get killed like that
Roll off at the mouth when they ain't built like that
So for all you wanna be's out there whose attitude is shitty
Yeah, God don't like ugly but he ain't too fond of pretty neither

I'm a hustla from the top of my door rag to the bottom
Of my timb's that done left prints on many backs
Like 50 said, ?These in the street niggas they ain't playin'
And if y'all don't like what I'm sayin', y'all gon' have to murder me again?

'Cause it's Biggie nigga
Record me as a City nigga
Whoa, it's Biggie nigga
Record me as a City nigga

So for all these cats out here doin' what you do, man
You Biggie, for all these cats out here doin' something positive
In your community you Biggie, for all these rap cats
That's on the struggle trying to come up

Man you Biggie, for all you cats
Doin' that nonsense on that bullshit?

You ain't Biggie nigga
It's your boy, Lyfe Jennings, man
AKA Biggie nigga

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Big Head - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Big Head
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Rhonesha S. Howerton, Maryann Malena, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
One time, freak freaky, uh, uhm
Two time, ah two, uh, uhm
Three time, uh uh, uh, uhm
Freaky, four times, freaky, Ms. Jade

Ain't no other girl, girl
Representin' for the whole world, world
Make it my duty
Try'n show off thinkin' they can move me

(Here we go again)
One time
(Never take me off my grind)
And I do it true true
Do me is my number one rule, rule

Look I'm grown, grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone
Got 'em with they
(Hands up high)

Twisted at the bar I'm feelin'
(All right)
Show 'em
(What they need to ride)
Dancin' 'til they feet hurtin'
(All night)

'Cause I stack cheese, cheese
I'm whatever it's gonna be, be
Uh and it's all to the good
Never been Hollywood 'cause I stand for the hood

It's a different
(Day now)
Watch how I'm makin' the game
(Break down)
See me doin' it it

I'm 'bout as good as it's gonna get, get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin'
I promise I ain't gon' drown

Make the music
(Move you)
Timb's hittin' you crazy so you can
(Groove to)
Uh, Beat Club on the rise
And I got, got, got my eyes on the prize

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

We done did it now, now
Why don't you put your money on me now, now?
Make you feel free, free
You ain't even on the same league, league
From the sky to
(House parties)

Sippin' martinis under the
(Palm trees)
You can light it up, up
Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs, thugs
What's really goin' on, on
Partyin' to the break of dawn, dawn

Uh, switchin' lanes in the truck
And we know it's gonna catch up
But we still gettin' drunk, let's get
(Rooms for the night)
This a Timb trick so you
(Know it's tight)

Uh, stackin' the ching, ching
And it's obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
Tear the floor
(Up in the club)
Rappers with
(Chicks and the thugs)

Move, from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Uh, break it down for me
Uh, break it down for me
Break it down for me, hu, heh

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

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Big Ole Butt - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Big Ole Butt
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): B Latture, Dwayne Emil Simon, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
I was at the mall, sippin' on a milkshake
Playin' the wall, takin' a break
Admirin' the girls with the bamboo earings
Baby hair and bodies built to swing
That's when I seen her
Her name was Tina
Grace and poise kinda like a ballerina
I said, "How you doin', my name's Big L
Don't ask me how I'm livin', 'cause, yo, I'm living swell
But then again I'm livin' kind of foul
'Cause my girl don't know that I'm out on the prowl"
To make a long story short, I got the digits
Calls her on my car phone and paid her a visit
I was spankin' her and thankin' her, chewin' her and doin' her
Layin' like a king on sheets of satin
That's what time it is, you know what's happenin'
She had a big ole booty, I was doin' my duty
I mean, yo, I admit that my girl's a cutie
But Tina was erotic, Earl's my witness
With the kind of legs that put stockings out of business
When I went home, I kissed my girl on the cheek
But in the back of my mind it was this big butt freak
I sat my girl down, I couldn't hold it in
And said to her with a devilish grin

TINA got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But TINA got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
TINA got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But TINA got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you

I went to the high school about three o'clock
To try to catch a cutie ridin' my jock
My homeboy's jeep, the system blastin'
Cold forty dogs, smilin' and laughin'
Girls all over, the kind I adore
I felt like a kid in a candy store
That's when I seen her
Her name was Brenda
She had the kind of booty that I'd always remember
I said to my man, "Stop the jeep"
She's only senteen but, yo, don't sleep
I kicked the bass like an NFL punter
And scoped the booty like a big game hunter
I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired
Let's go get some rest, relax by the fire"
I put the big booty on a bearskin rug
She gave me a kiss, I have her a hug
I said to the girl, "them young boys ain't nothin'
You want to get freaky, let me kiss your belly button"
I circled it and teased it and made her squeal
Grabbed a pack of bullets and pulled out the steel
When I was through, I wiped the sweat from my eyes
When to the kitchen and got some sweet potato pies
Tina busted in my house while I was eatin'
You know what I said
Too bad you caught me cheatin', but

BRENDA got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But BRENDA got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
BRENDA got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But BRENDA got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you

I went to Red Lobster for shrimp and steak
Around the time whe the waitress are on their lunch break
I pulled in the parkin' lot and parded my car
Somebody shouted out, "I don't care who you are"
I paid it no attention, I walked inside
Because Brian had a nine and he was chillin' in the ride
I walked in the place, everybody was lookin'
And shrimp and steak wasn't the only thing cookin'
I sat down to eat, ordered my food
I said to the waitress, "I don't men to be rude
But I'll take you on a platter"
She said, "You got a girl," I said, "It don't matter
You look like you're tastier than a pipin' hot pizza
What's your name?" She said, "My tag says Lisa"
I said, "O.K., you're smart and all that
But when you get off work, yo, I'll be back"
She looked at me and said, "Make yourself clear
L, where we going?" I said, "Right here"
She looked kind of puzzled, I said, "You'll see"
I pulled up at ten on the D.O.T
When she walked out the door, I threw my tongue down her throat
Pushed her back inside and pulled off her coat
Laid her on the table and place my order
And habe her a tip much bigger than a quarter
On and on to the break 'a dawn
All over the restaurant, word is born
I heard somebody coughin', I checked my watch
I couldn't believe it said nine o'clock
I grabbed my pants, put on my Kangol
Who did I see, Oh, yo, it was Brenda
Yo, she worked at Red Lobster but I didn't remember

LISA got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But LISA got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
See ya
LISA got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But LISA got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
See ya

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Black Zombie - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Black Zombie
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): T Spearman, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uh

Yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow?
All we are is dope dealers and gangstas and hoes?
And you believe when they be tellin' you lie, all on the media?
They make the world look crazy to keep you inside?

Why you listen when the teachers at school?
Know you a young single parent out strugglin', they think you a fool
Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes
Killin' shorty future, I wonder how do we last it

Underground in they casket? Ancestors turnin'
I'm learnin' somethin' every day, there is no Lazareth
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So, if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters

My niggaz is chillin', gettin' high, relaxin'
Envisionin', ownin' shit, yo, it can happen
What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes
Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan

What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask
For reparations, then they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So, stop bein' controlled, we black zombies

Walkin', talkin' dead, though we think we're livin'
(Black zombies)
We just copy cat, followin' the system
(Black zombies)

Walkin', talkin' dead, though we think we're livin
(Black zombies)
We just copy-cat, followin' the system
(Black zombies)

Aiyo, we trapped in our own brain, fuck behind bars
We've already gone insane
They've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much

Without fulfillin' reality, too greedy and
Can't have one or two chains, we need three of dem
Can't have one or two guns without squeezin' 'em
On our own people and fuck black leaders

'Cause whites ain't got none leadin' them, the rhythm is cosmic
Nas is divinity, the deity's prophetless
All get down and get up
Victims walkin' 'round with down's syndrome, all stuck

Faintin', shoutin', catchin' Holy Ghost in church
Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doin' it first
We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demonstrated
Just to make another generation, black zombies

Walkin', talkin' dead, though we think we're livin'
(Black zombies)
We just copy cat, followin' the system
(Black zombies)

Walkin', talkin' dead, though we think we're livin
(Black zombies)
We just copy-cat, followin' the system
(Black zombies)

You scared to be yourself 'cause you in a trance
Feel free, hear the music and dance
If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you
Dumb niggaz with long beards like they Arabs or Jews

Or from Israel, Bismi-Allah Al-rahman Al-raheem
Islam's a beautiful thing
And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring
Peace against the darkness, which is un-Godly

So, what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
Use your own intuition, you are tomorrow
That's the sound of the beast, I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid
Control your own destiny, you are a genius
Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie

Walkin', talkin' dead, though we think we're livin'
(Black zombies)
We just copy cat, followin' the system
(Black zombies)

Walkin', talkin' dead, though we think we're livin
(Black zombies)
We just copy-cat, followin' the system
(Black zombies)

Wake up, black zombies in a spell for more than fo'-hundred years
Ghetto niggaz won't have it no mo', can I get a witness?
Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it?
When you can do it yourself? It's all in you, do it, do it
Do it niggaz

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Born To Love You - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Born To Love You
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, J T Smith, Jean Claude Olivier

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Lyric:
James Todd Smith, know what I'm sayin'? Track masters
Fresh off the private jet from Europe did four months out there
Extra paper, scoop that up
Back on the scene, crisp and clean
You know how we get down baby?
Let me tell you a lil' story

You're not a chicken head goin' hee-shey
You're choosy in the bed like hee-shey
I know your man's in the feds but hee-shey
I can't figure out the reason you keep hawkin' me
Is it the invisible settings on the baguettes?
The Benzes, Beamers and Corvettes?
Or the wood-grain in the convertible Lex
Be ease, shoppin' sprees, what designer is next?

Is it the Diablo, parked on Rodeo?
Half a mill' in the trunk and I ain't moved no llello
Could it be I'm anti-pimp, hundred-thousand a clip
Hat low, doin' donuts when I pull up out the dealership
Is it the the Fortune 500 covers?
The family man that got one baby mother?
The way I brainwash y'all to love one another
And got the whole community bouncin' in unity

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby
Why?

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby

Hmm you're not a chicken head goin' hee-shey
You're choosy in the bed like hee-shey
I know your man's in the feds but hee-shey
I can't figure out the reason you be hawkin' me
Is it the twenty million I be grabbin' a flick?
Or my 400 million dollar FUBU clique?
Is it the in the house syndication chips
Poppin' two bottles, shorty read my lips

They say ladies, love, legend in leather
Simple ain't it uh, but quite clever
Is it the fact I melt in liquid ice?
Tapped it once, you felt it twice
Is it the multiple O's I'm known for those
Temptation Island, wildin' 'cause my neck froze
Is it the bowlegged, hard-headed
Little honey in my grill with her pinkies whetted?
Forget it

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby
Why?

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby

Mmm you're not a chicken head goin' hee-shey
You're choosy in the bed like hee-shey
I know your man's in the feds but hee-shey
I can't figure out the reason you keep hawkin' me
Is it the way I caress and hold you close?
The iller, villa in Barbados?
Is it the Countache rollin' up to your door? Yeah

Tell your roommate you ain't dancin' no more, yeah
Tell 'em your new man is cooler than before, yeah
Tell 'em bout them twenty thousand on tour, yeah
Is it the the way that I defend your honor?
Backhand your ex-man, tell him kill the drama?
Is it the way the Mazerrati hug her body
Make you wanna be my next hottie
From the bottom to the bottom to the top to the top
Cruise it don't stop

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby
Why?

Born to love you baby
Why?
You know I love you baby
Why?
Kiss and hug you baby
Why?
I'll always love you baby

Born to love you baby
You know I love you baby
Kiss and hug you baby
I'll always love you baby

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Bridging The Gap - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Bridging The Gap
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Salaam Remi, Mckinley Morganfield, Mel London, Olu Dara, Nasir Jones, Ellas Mcdaniel

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Lyric:
The light is there, yeah yeah
See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive

Let's go, hey hey hey hey
Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered
Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it
But I'm still number one, everyday real
Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel
'Cause I'm my own master
My Pop told me, "Be your own boss keep integrity at every cost"
And his home was Natchez Mississippi
Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy

Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap
The history of music on this track
Born in the game, discovered my father's music
Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain
But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids
Some are well-known, some doin' bids
I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks
If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo

See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive

The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues
Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's
Old school, new school, know school rules
All these years I been voicin' my blues
I'm a artist from the start, hip-hop guided my heart
Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent
But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with

Books to read, like X and stuff
'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia
In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of
Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up
'Cause none'a them would like my style
Read more books than the curriculum profile
Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child
'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild"

I was born in Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Moved to New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man, the great-greatest man alive

Hey hey hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone
He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home
Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu
Come on, tell 'em 'bout all the places you gone to

I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique
Madagascar, Paris, Greece
The Middle Africa is where we lived
Better known as Queenbridge

Nas, Nas you don't stop
Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop
Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop
From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop
Tell 'em Pop

See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive
Rest in peace Ray Charles

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Children'S Story - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Children'S Story
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Shawn Jones, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em
Like pow, pow, pow
Wha?
Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that
It's time to go to bed y'all
Time to go to bed , I don't wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you know what time it is
Uncle Mos?
Yes
Would you read us a bedtime story please?
Okay, okay, y'all tucked in?
Yes
Here we go

Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like Hip-Hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little shatan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash"
They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B over the track for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that presidential I gotta have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his joints was wack
The shiny A&R said, "Great new hit G!
Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to figure
"I'm a get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'

Was out in the street when he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio station
But he was runnin' and he made a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def

I slowed the young man down and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top floor
Opened up the door then guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you gotta give it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and spanked it number1
He went outside, was gettin' props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover

Raced up the block doin' 83
Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid, "Back down, that playa shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on

Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'
Before long, the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this story
He was out chasin' cream and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your hands can grasp
Good night

Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out

Another, Mos Def, Black Star movement
Presentation, crumbs

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Club Song - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: Club Song
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Jin Auyeung, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
{Aye yo Jin there's a couple things you gotta have
When you doin' ya club record
I got you don't worry, "Guru play the beat"
I always wanted to say that on a record
You gotta have that, you gotta have a ho, ho, ho
Gotta have two of those, hit 'em with a woo, woo, woo
I like that, thats not bad, come on
oh yea, you know what else you need?
Just blaze}

You can't help but love the way that he flow
When he leave the club ladies be like
"Did you see which way did he go?"
Battle raps are cool but not for radio though
When my single drop, I'm a charge like eighty a show
If you droppin' with me get ready for a pitfall
When my shit hit stores, I'm a charge a bit more
Man, I'm tryin' to corp my toys in two
And stay away from the boys in blue
It's 'cause I'm gettin' dough, the beast are mad at me
These cops are jokes like Police Academy
Too much stress and I ain't blew up yet
Went from the seven train to the Lex, got you upset
I never stress over a chick, I'm slick like Lou Rawls
If I was Papasmurf, you couldn't give me blue balls
Thick dick playa, rip through walls
Balls so large, it couldn't fit in two jars

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

Throw ya hands high reach for the sky
For my piece of the pie, I'm a beast, I ain't speakin' no lie
I'm frequently high, freak a bunch of freaks
In the back of the jeep, Alpines reachin' it's peak
I put them to sleep, ain't no reason to speak
Why I creep, got 'em sayin' that they'll leave in a week
Poof be gone, I won't miss you at all
Now you sayin', I did you wrong, I ain't Dich Whedo
Gotta passion, no for gassin' hoes
Live my life like everyday's a fashion show
I ain't playin', you know what I'm sayin'
I wasn't talkin' 'bout ya I.Q. when I told you, gimme some brains
Fam, you better play your part
'Cause ya girl, she 'bout to have a change of heart
When I come through, find me in the cut like the stitch
Gettin' wild love 'cause I'm Rick James bitch

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

I'm playin' Play Station braggin'
In the back of a gray station wagon
I need ya jeans saggin'
Ain't used to the club, what am I thinkin'?
Only tunnel I been to, is the Holland and the Lincoln
Problem when I'm drinkin', I get tipsy easy
Leave the bartender a hundred dollar tip, believe me
Shorty on the dance floor, down to get inside of it
Said she,"Celibate" I said,"Cool, I only buy a bit"

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

I'm in here pimpin' fam
Why else would I walk up limpin', man?
And me bein' the pimp, I am
Shorty order what you like 'cause it's on me

I'm in here pimpin' fam
Why else would I walk up limpin', man?
And me bein' the pimp, I am
Shorty order what you like 'cause it's on me

This my club song 'cause I said club
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
If you wanna blow then you gotta make a club song
This my club song, did he say club?
Yo, this my club song, this my club song
Everybody got one so I had to make a club song

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Da Thugs - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Da Thugs
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Michael Sandlofer, M S Loafer, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Thugline guess who's back?
(Da thugs)
Tell 'em who the real niggaz is, man?
(Da thugs)

Who the fuck ya come to see?
(Da thugs)
The only niggaz down with me is
(Da thugs)

Who the niggaz straight up off the double glock?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz brought you thug love with Pac
(Bone)
(Da thugs)

Who the niggaz mixin' Hennessey and gin?
(Da thugs)
Let's start this shit up, baby

Niggaz guessin' it is my thug nature
That motivates me to chase me some paper
'Cause bein' broke sure 'nuff wasn't the plans when we made 'em
Straight up, you barely get up off your ass wake up, wake up
Nigga, how long you think this shit gonna last? Yeah
(Thugs)

Get up, get up got to keep your hustle
Got to fight the struggle if ya wanna survive the jungle
You know I'm a thug for life, I'm knowin' you already knowin' that
Don't need to be showin' that
Until it's time to let niggaz knowin that, that's what I'm doin'
(Thugs)

Gonna go platinum outta the box the tracks out, the raps out
And nigga don't act shocked
You fuckin' with Kray, leatherface sawed off slim
Ghetto cowboy
Whatever you got to say you say it loud, speak up
(Thugs)

No need for flashin' my jewelry to get a broad, hell no
Ain't got no game but nigga my real is raw
You feel me, kill me that's been the discussion of some bustas
I heard them motherfuckas tryin' to do the thuggish ruggish
(Thugs)

Bring it on, we about war, world war
Meet us in the streets or bring it to the show
We can rap, bust caps, make 'em know it
While I strangle this bastard with my microphone cord
(Da thugs)

Who them motherfuckas wanna be like?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz feel the thug shit we write?
(Da thugs)

Tell them motherfuckas who we do it for?
(Da thugs)
If ya niggaz lookin' for us playa, here we go
(Da thugs)

Why the fuck the cops always fuckin' with
(Da thugs)
Fuck the police that's comin' straight from
(Da thugs)

Who your girlfriend left you for?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz you scared to approach?
(Da thugs)

The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there
Picture thugs on the line, frontline

The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there, pint ya
Thugs on the line, frontline

See krayzie about that nickels and profit
(Thugs)
Keepin' my pockets all swollen
Gimme that bone love
As you can see it's no longer mo' thug

That's your luck, 'cause it ain't no beefer that my peeps
So why do I hear 'em speakin' it different on the streets?
But check it out
(Thugs)

I'm through with trippin', that's why I got on my mission and did this
Handled my business, witness your nigga come up on these millions
Really I been in the cut now for quite a while
When I come out, niggaz gonna recognize the tighter style
(Thugs)

Now watch out this harmonies
Speed it up, heat it up, beat it up
Give it up, anyways keepin' up
Ain't never been done before just so you know

Wait a minute, oh I want you to meet and greet my thug tribe
New and improved, I bring to you the motherfuckin' thugline
(Thugs)

Fuck what you talkin' stupid bitch, it's what you walk
Can you walk? And my thugs strut
It's daily watch me walk
(Thugs)

I never really been one to claim no coast
But you're that Cleveland nigga in here for sho'
(In da house)
That I know
(Thugs)

Who them niggaz stealin' t-shirts and khakies?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz keep it real when they rappin'?
(Da thugs)

Who they tryin' to ban, who?
(Da thugs)
And who don't give a damn, who?
(Da thugs)

What you hearin' when you turnin' on your radio?
(Da thugs)
Who you seein' when you lookin' at the video?
(Da thugs)

Who them niggaz smokin' blunts non stop?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz escape the block?
(Da thugs)

When you kick it with the thugs
When you smoke a little weed
Call me up, you know the thugs always keep it
We got what you need, just call me up, yeah
(Da thugs)

Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)

Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)

What's up to my niggaz Flesh-N-Bone?
(Da thugs)
Stay strong, my nigga
Fuck the law
(Da thugs)

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