Act A Fool - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): R (King Tee) Mcbride, M (Dj Pooh) Jordan

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Lyric:
It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day
So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy

Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash

Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song 'Knee Deep'
So, I popped it in, then I pumped it up
Love hearin' funk because disco sucks

Body got chills when the basses started poundin'
I took off because I'm goin' to town and
Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school
Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool

The way I [Incomprehensible]

Now, I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin
He answered the phone and said, "What's up?" I said, "What's happenin?"

He said, "Where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch
The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck
If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother"

Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco
Amount and I pulled out a 10
And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool"

Now, I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin
Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin'
It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane

Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
He said, "When we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn"
So, he got in the car, lookin' half-dead
So, I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head

Now, I'm feelin' tipsy and I'm headed for Watts
But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop?
Sexy Susanna had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair but they say it's not real

Aladdin yelled, she threw a rock at my glass
So, I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky, I was nice and I didn't act a fool

We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit, so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, I tried not to fall
Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl

Got to the door and what spots my eye?
My homeboy, Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai
So, I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay"
I took a hit for my mouth spray

This girl asked me to dance but I told the hoe no
'Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended, that's splendid
Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it

'Cause I feel like a gangster and I just don't care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me

I get nutty, act a fool when I want to
Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life
Beat you down, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe
Do you know why? Do you know, do you know why? 'Cause I'm cool

Well, kill me
Shoot me, muthafucka
I gotcha
Oh, goddamn

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Adrenaline - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Adrenaline
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Bring it to these niggas son
Yeah, it's that war shit
It's that war shit
[Incomprehensible]
And you know what Dun

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this
My dun's heads bop to this, we stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats, don't mean to rub it in
But you're small time, beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks, niggas be askin' for ass whippings
Guns kick like Pelle, my big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor, when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds

So you can run back, actin' like you a vet
And swearin' you dead, you survived some real shit
Now what's this? It's not going down like this
Ground that nigga like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Dun you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth 'til that piece come out
And niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise, you ain't got it in you
First of all, you too soft for fastball

Point game track, y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out Buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged, niggas getting amped off the Mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time, stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea

Young niggas, young minds, but that quite contraire
Young niggas, smart niggas, who started from the stairs
How dare, you try to come around the way?
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live, but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down, you be like they did it

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Taste test this, military shit, bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this, thugness
It ain't easy to find, shit like mine
I'm a rare species, you're a dime a gross
That's a dozen heist the least, keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke, make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo

Irons, a permanent flesh, your clothes soakin'
You feel the shot pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds, be that man, grim reaper
With all pleasure, pick his feet up, pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

When I feel like getting' bent
Yo don't fuck with it Dun
I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return, I guess they heard God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst, and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings
Get suspect, we start four-poundin' shit

Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty, but an enemy, it was clear
I just be another problem, that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that, pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one nigga's like Mahadat

Guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

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After Party - Lyrics - Mars / Venus - Koffee Brown

Title: After Party
Album: Mars / Venus
Artist: Koffee Brown
Composer(s): Teron Beal, A Gordon, E Laues, J Campbell, N Butler, W Gilchrist

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Lyric:
And you don't stop, keep keep it on
Keep it on, keep, keep it on
You don't stop, keep keep it on
(Welcome to the after party)
Keep, keep it on, where da party at

After the party
Let's take a little time
And talk about it
What's going through your mind

And as we're shakin'
Oh, it looks so right
I wanna ride

See I would be lyin'
If I didn't tell you
It made me wanna flip
And you can't tell me
You ain't feelin' the same

Girl it's our chemistry
Like icing on the cake
I hope you stay
So we can do our thang
After the party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

After the party
Let's go somewhere and finish
What we started
'Cause right from the beginning
I was on it

I know you felt these thighs
You know I felt you rise
So why don't we slide
Up off the dance floor

You and me
'Cause I wanna know
Just how deep
Does your lovin' go
So tell your boys, "Good night"
'Cause we're going right
After the party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

Sweet baby come with me
'Cause I wanna do you right
Don't hold back, baby where you at
'Cause I wanna get inside

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
Don't stop, rock with me
What's it gonna be

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Ain'T No Stoppin' This - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Ain'T No Stoppin' This
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tony Hester, M Smith, Robert Ervin, B Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer
Catch a heart attack 'cause I'm back
I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad
I'm mad 'cause they said I wasn't bad

No recognition 'cause they said I'm from the ghetto
Carryin' nine millimeters and stilettos
I guess I need a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind

That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme fighter inside of the rebel 'Yell'
Hour jack loops and dancer troops
Watch out for the gangsta machine gun lose

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, no way, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this

Last year pop rappers got awards
And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic cord
They see LL, they know the brothers real
But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel

When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite
I gotta blow up more and more
Shakin' the rafters from here on after
Puttin' an end to all the laughter

There ain't no way they can win
With the band all in plus the turntable spin
Strip searchin' competition, you can call 'em competition
But there ain't no competition 'cause I'm on a mission

I'ma rip this game, I want the soul train families
And anybody with a name, superstars step aside this year
And all you other little crumbs that wanna try to come near
I'm sick and tired of political setbacks
Too much red tape the box so forget that

Ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this
I'm comin', ain't no stoppin' this, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nuh uh, no, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no,
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, don't stop

Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

I started in the basement of my grandmother's house
My rap got gashed, your whole body's' gettin' doubts
Burnt to a crisp, lead from the mist
Third degree and God's my only witness

When I shocked the world, hold the prince hostage
For the diamonds and pearls Maker Mike will return
The time tellin' Madonna black love ain't a crime
I'm like a shogun, I ain't scared of no one
Born and raised in New York, that's where I come from

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this

Yeah, I rip downtown, uptown
I love the way the bass sound, when I'm underground
Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you

Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll get
Your whole car rockin' like a war machine
Neighbors downstairs call current affairs
'Cause the party got ripped and yours truly was there

Ain't no stoppin' this, 1984, ain't no stoppin' this
1985, ain't no stoppin' this, 1986, ain't no stoppin' this
1987, ain't no stoppin' this, 1988, ain't no stoppin' this
1989, ain't no stoppin' this, 1990, ain't no stoppin' this
91, ain't no stoppin' this, 92, what to do?
1993 and all that infinity, power of God rules

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Anti-Pop - Lyrics - The Audio Of Being - Matthew Good Band

Title: Anti-Pop
Album: The Audio Of Being
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Composer(s): Matthew Good

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Lyric:
Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do

Let's get the party started
All born to stay up late
No one gets out of this one
No one gets out of this

Got a life from life on TV
Two eyes that stay in my skull
Long enough to start believe
If you give it up they'll love you for it
Give them blood and they'll love you for it

You're not my girl
You're just tired

Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do

Let's get the party started
All born to stay up late
No one gets out of this one
No one gets out of this

You're not my girl
You're just tired

Give it up and they'll love you for it
Give them blood and they'll love you for it

You're not my girl
You're just tired

Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do

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Back Stage Passes - Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

Title: Back Stage Passes
Album: Matthew
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin

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Lyric:
Don't I know you? Do you? Well, I'm Laurie Kessler
Haven't we met before? Have we? Maybe not, back stage

See girl, after the show I'm not to be idolized
Overwhelmed by a new obsessed fan
No, I don't wanna answer your questions
Are you some kind of journalist, followin' me around?

Come on in the bathroom
Now you wanna see how Keith acts at home
Call your girlfriends, now you wanna see the way I P I S S
Beggin' me to get a magic marker to sign my name on your back

You're very young and giggly with pre-washed Levi's on
You don't know how to act, let's party, how about it?
I don't wanna party, drink Bacardi, what you think I look like?
The purple dragon, Barney?

Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, girls lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, stop lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited

I'm totally attracted to you but you turn me off as a fan
Approachin' me back stage with a guy that's not your friend
Lyin' to get a laminate, is that your man?
Some weird guy starin' at me like Peter Pan

There's no time to talk about how I got started in rap
I'm goin' straight home, you don't know, I'ma leave you alone
Why should I waste my time, get no sleep?
I just got off stage, you're still complainin'

You shoulda stayed on stage longer at the New Orleans Super Dome
What you want from me? You took my picture
You got my autograph, I'm not tryin' to crack any more Coronas
I hate the smell of beadies and you have a bunch of dinky friends
And a adolescent staff, you are immature

Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, girls lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited

Laugh at yourself, put your whole world on the shelf
Do that stupid stuff with weird Al Yankovich
Go try to figure out somebody else, first of all
You're livin' through my CD, second, you don't know me

Base your life on fan magazines, I go shoppin' everyday
When I'm in a small borin' city, you don't see me
If I told you I had eighteen hands, you're so tuned
And tweaked out, your ass would believe me

Back stage passes, you're excited
Girls lookin' all around, back stage, you're excited
Back stage passes, you're excited
Girls lookin' all around, back stage, you're excited

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Blaze A 50 - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Blaze A 50
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): S Barnes, Nasir Jones, L.E.S. C Olivier, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour Bentley
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from Miami
Masseuse, wedding ring on, lovin' Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get caked at
She's a part time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance ta
Left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree
33 recoverin' from plastic surgery
Went from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated
I was silked out, flossin' wit stout, he had the gators
When she walked in, she lit up the room, like Las Vegas

Terrell said our mans a full back for the Raiders
A drunk whod cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the, just don't fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up wit this in tha tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Sweate washin' her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out on my character, tapin' it
Tyra Banks face is face lift, givin' like she knew me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs
Millions, she would get, if his neck got slit
She rolled the equality, then passed the lie ta me
Told me 'bout her mans life insurance policy
He stays on the golf course, wears Drakkar Sport
Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort
You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear
Chop a up, yo, meet me somewhere so we can make more money
Then you could ever see rappin'

Split the cash 'n, move to Venezuela
Adaptin' P-11's, A-C-P shells for blastin'
Caught him wit his Spanish maid
He had a liter wit a can of spray
Burnin' her legs, she tied to the bed
Sex S and M, sadomasochistic
Sadistic, yoked her from behind
Blew him out existence

His maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the loines of London
Goes to his wife and his children
Yo I thought, what if shorty gets scared, electric chairs all I vision
All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision
I'll switch the plan, then maybe fly to Switzerland
Fake ID, forge his wife name, catch the next flight the same night
Headed to Spain, nice game, now it's back to where we meet again

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop top Bezour Bently
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney
Top down, nightmare, blow her hair
Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare
Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
Took a blast, out of her coke bag
Snorted it, started screamin' yo we almost crashed
Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass
Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
Overwhelmed by greed, put to death

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52 - Cartoon Network - Lyrics - It's Pronounced Five Two - Kj

Title: 52 - Cartoon Network
Album: It's Pronounced Five Two
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Todd V Collins, Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high, down

Now, I was just walking through cartoon land
When all of a sudden I ran into Sponge Bob square pants
He was chilling with the Power Puff Girls and Spider man
Driving down Sesame Street with Scooby Doo in a mini van

He was rocking to the beat driving as fast as they can
They almost ran over Ren and Stimpy and He-Man
I yelled at them slow down but they didn't understand
They said they heading over to a free hip-hop jam

And over in the park let me catch a ride then
I got in picked up Bart Simpson kept driving
Got to the spot and the party was live and
At the open mic contest Bevis and Butt Head was rhyming

I was like them kids is wack give me just a try
And waited patiently till it was just my time
And I told the crowd make noise get ya, hands high
And this is what I said when I grabbed on the mic I told 'em

Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high

Now, said to the crowd, my name's KJ-52
And I came to get down I got something to say to you
Understand what I mean even if you're a cartoon
Jesus reigns supreme that's how my team comes through

And then all of a sudden these wannabe Hard Dudes
From South Park walk up just talk 'nd smack too
And the Smurfs backed them up I guess they was just a crew
They said, let's battle fool, I said, check it out Fu
You're five inch tall plus ya, crew is all blue
I'd prized up on y'all if I just bettled you

They said la, la, la
That's all you ever say dude
And just right then just the crowd started to boo
Them right off the stage but I knew just what to do
I told D.J.Voltron just on the ones and two's
Man kick the beat check it out this is how I'm rocking you, common

Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high

Now the crowd started cheering the party was slamming
The Thunder Cats and Pokemon they was break dancing
Transformers hopped in and started pop locking
G.I.Joe and Johnny Bravo chilling and just watching

I stayed on the mic and kept the speakers knocking
Letting them know that Christ was the reason that I'm dropping
All the world's life need the reason why I'm rocking
I could go on all night and just keep on talking

But just right then Power Rangers started walking
Up, on the stage and said, I won the open mic and
As I reached to get my trophy and just claim my prize and
Well, out of nowhere well this is what happened

Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high, down

Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high
Oh, ah, push 'em up high, oh, ah, push 'em up high

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Down South Posted - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Down South Posted
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): C Nicholas, Terius Gray, D Grison, S Arrington

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Lyric:
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

I pledge allegions with the four nickel you niggas no pickle
Cock the pistol point my issues at you and whodi who wit you
Your body ain't nothing but grizzle, I can see through the tissue
They gon' think you was in gymnastics how the chopper gon' hit you
I might have to crash the party if niggas gets me started
Better watch this nickel forty 'cuz this bitch gets retarded
Fuck with me shorty, I could teach you how to be flawless
NOPD wanna see me up in Dora Delawless

Hate fighting them charges, take a nigga regardless
Fuck 'em and duck 'em and tell them to suck on a hard dick
When we was wilding in the Nolia they was callin' us babies
I guess the same shit went on in the 80's
But still crazy, I'm with it too, kinda sneaky know how to get at you
Not trying to have momma crying and miserable
I'm already knowing what guns could do
I've seen some of the worst niggas get blown in two

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

Yes she say she love me, every time she fucks me
But then she sayin' fuck me, every time we fussing
Skip I'm sick of hustlin', boy you just disgustin'
Na na na na, bitch, don't you tell me nothing
All you know is dollars, Dolce and Gobanna
Gucci, Fendi, Chanel, Milono, Prado
All you is is problems, I can't help you solve them
So when you think, just think, nah don't involve him

Hang up when you callin', caller ID all 'em
If it's your number I don't answer, ain't no sense in callin'
Bitch I'm back to ballin', like I fell off
Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all
What could I tell y'all except suck dick and swallow
Yeah you look good, but can you walk like a model?
Bitch I pop collars, and I clock dollars
So watch your watch and watch for the shock Bladah

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

Man look up over there, wilding, cursing bitches smoking Jo's now
Got two open charges niggas talking round dro now
Saw they so small they spin the bend in regular clothes now
But whodi and them so smart before they spin, lil' one close shop
Slim just got popped for douljer grind and a weed pipe
Guess they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes
Fuck that, we got buying money nigga we tight
UTP, six coat, cut throat nigga we right

Trying to get you niggas to understand this a new day
New jewels, new shoes, new twos, new pay
New trips, new clips, new whips, new K
A million for my great grand children to my new day
You straight? I'm just trying to make sure you straight
Keep them nappy head bitches out ya face cousin and move weight
Every nigga working with something thick they do take
Don't you fall off over a fat ass and a cute face

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

We down south posted and we counting our figgas
Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas
Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches
It's UTP right here and we bout getting our riches

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Bitches 2 - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Bitches 2
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Clinton, William Earl Collins, Marshall E Jones, Bernie Worrell, Gregory A Webster, Leroy Bonner, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin R Pierce, Norman Bruce Napier, Tracy Marrow, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me
Chilled out together
Even went to school with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
We used to low ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
You want trouble
Well trouble you found
'Cause we diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
He needed money
I would always come through
Needed a car he could use mine too
But bust this
Out on the street
People say he was riffin'
Callin' me a sucker
Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin'
Someone heard him
Poppin' that shit last week
Frontin' for some pussy
From some big butt freak
Sayin' I'm his worker
I was on his dick
Talkin' that crazy old weak assed shit
And after all of that
She still walked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
To get some play?
And when I stepped to him about it
He said, who snitched?

Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch
So ladies
We just ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause some of you niggas
Is bitches too

I knew this brother named Mitch
Stong player
He meet a girl, in five minutes he lay her
Trucked crazy jewels
Hands smothered in ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs and
Crooks and hoods
And vet hustlers
Who were up to no good
But they all stood behind him
And watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo
Mitch got rushed by the feds last week
They snatched by the trunk
Of his white Cornice
Took a look inside
And what did they see
Two keys and a gallon of P.C.P
Oh shit, the thought crashed
Mitch's subliminal
Three strikes, that's called
Habitual criminal
So instead of goin' under
He snitched on his whole posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sold out his whole crew
That rat named Mitch

Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch
So ladies
We just ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause some of you'll niggas
Is bitches too

I knew this guy
That was never that fly
Couldn't act cool
Even when he tried
When we played rough
He always cried
When he told stories, he always lied
A black brother
Who was missin' the cool part
He had the color
But was missin' the true heart
When we would fight
He would always go down quick
So he took karate
And he still got his ass kicked
But now he's married
And he kicks his wife's ass
Says it comes from problems
That he had in the past
Doesn't like blacks
Claims he's upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls the streets
And he's out to jack
Doggin' young brothers
'Cause they usually don't fight back
Got a white partner
And he asked for that
And every night
Another head they crack
So now he's big man
But he really ain't shit

Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch
So ladies
We just ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause a lot of this pigs
Are bitches too

Out one night with my crew
And some new kid
I didn't know homeboy, but evil E did
So I thought he was cool
We rode in his ride
Rag top tray on Daytons
Lifted side to side
We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin' me
You could feel the vibe
Of thick artillery
Parliament was on, some O.G shit
I put my back to the wall
And felt my pistol grip
All of a sudden
Niggas started trippin'
Flippin', the record started skippin'
Wildin', fools started lockin' up
Gats cracked
The room started smokin' up
Me and he hit the floor
And then the back door
My boys let off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch

Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch
So ladies
We just ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause you scary ass niggas
Is bitches too

So if you're wonderin'
Why we are lookin' at you
Funny if you thought
You always tell a brother
You've got a lot of money
But you don't 'cause
Yo lad you know what I be frontin'
I'ma tell you why?
'Cause
You act like you can fight
But when there's a real fight
You find out that
Your I'ma do it eyes, I'ma do it eyes
No, you ain't, man
No, you ain't come
A brother think you've got back up
But you really don't
You know why
I wouldn't even hit you with my fist
I'd smack that shit out of you
'Cause
I know the real brothers

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Feel Me Flow - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest - Naughty By Nature

Title: Feel Me Flow
Album: Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Leo Nocentelli, George Porter, Vincent Brown, Arthur Neville, Joseph Modeliste, Anthony Criss, Cyril Neville

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Lyric:
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
Lyrically splittin', dismissin'
I'm on a mission of just hittin'
Now it's written and kitten hittin' wit mittens

I'm missin', wishin' man listen
I glisten like sun and water while fishin'
Bust the move and then swerve
Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word

Damn, you nerd man, you heard
Comin' from the town of Illy and alleys are
Full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get
Silly as Sally and then found in alleys I'm rowdy, really

So here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

Never mixin' with trickin' brothers bitchin'
Over fixins that ain't fittin' to be hittin'
For nothin' splittin' things that's bitten'
And gettin' written' off

You're like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissin' me off
Before you even started so what, so long
See you fly by my try, how else could I say it
When you play it try boom, bye, bye, bye, bye

Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

The flow pro poetical with skills only
A vet'll know better know where's
The wetter flow that's on point like
Decimals manhandlin' new crews

Partyin' with the Zoo crew
Lookin' for the pink in poo poo
I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina
Jammin' ta while we plannin' ta jam

We bust plus we're the party
Amateur damager managin' damagin' mics
Men and even mannequins
You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again?

Naughty's back like vertebrates word to hey-a-ho
The way I show you pray I flow
Steady breakin' to the boogie so bang time
To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hangs

Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat
The beat the break into boogie
Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies
All we wanna know is if your body wanna party

It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody
So hip up and split up, get up
Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up
No guts set up for sit ups, flip up, watch us rip up

Shakes shows until they fizz up
Rizz up like your with us if not zip up
You lip up, whip up
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones

We come back 'cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like Noah, in fact and for ya
If we was back in the days with the Drifters

We would've been known as the Flowers'
Bevin' these since the seventies
Find me so we went crazy in the eighties
So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties

Oops, the Naughty's troops
In sections of forties
So clap your hands and hold your shorty
I'm Naughty

Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me, flow

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Caffeine - Lyrics - Neighborhood Watch - Dilated Peoples

Title: Caffeine
Album: Neighborhood Watch
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, West Plischke, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, play for keeps, I've to tell you my name, here we go

Yo, I got twenty-four bars to heal these scars
I'm an underground cat but still like money and cars
I'll introduce myself, check it out, ladies and gentlemen
The one and only Evidence, servin' up your medicine

Varsity letterman 'E' on my coat
Every time I touch the paper, it's murder he wrote
I'm from a real big city called 'Watch where you go'
A place you think you know only to find out you don't

Born in L.A., it's hard to get star struck
Born in L.A., so I always keep my guard up
Born in L.A., plus deal where I stay
Everyday cats like Julio G pave the way

My crews thick, all sharp, take a pick
All ready to spit or sit down and write a hit
We learn both from the best on both coasts
Couldn't stress enough for the times, we kill chose

Problem here, problem there, got through 'em
Label here, label there, politics and bullshit, we rip
The mic's cocked back, a full clip
I don't preach, I rap, I'm on stage, this ain't a bull pit

This is it, we're up and running, torch is lit
Prepare for marathons, we don't sprint
I save my crew's name for last, injections lethal
It's L.A.'s finest y'all, it's Dilated Peoples

And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now, y'all can't sleep
And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now and y'all can't sleep

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

I got that flow for the street
Stay ahead of the time, stay behind the beat
It's not what you know, but what you can prove
Everyday they keep chasing me down with little clues

It's Dilated from Los Angels
You didn't know friends make better music than strangers
So far, I've been misunderstood
Wherever I fall, I make the category look good

Twenty-six years young when I wrote this down
My whole life ahead of me, I was known in my town
Things started to change and started to stretch
The farther away I went the closer to home I started to get

My actions cause reactions
Some love and hate shit, I don't ask, it just happens
Either or we came to get it started
Before the show find me at the bar drinkin' Bicardi

This is it, the cats worked hard to have things
Here to keep the party up, I rap caffeine
I save my crew's name for last, injections lethal
It's L.A.'s finest, it's Dilated Peoples

And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now, y'all can't sleep
And y'all can't sleep now, play for keeps
We play for keeps now and y'all can't sleep

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close
There's people you know, there's people you don't
There's people involved that shouldn't be, you gotta keep close

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Calm Before The Storm - Lyrics - Fall Out Boy's Evening Out With Your Girlfriend - Fall Out Boy

Title: Calm Before The Storm
Album: Fall Out Boy's Evening Out With Your Girlfriend
Artist: Fall Out Boy
Composer(s): Andrew John Hurley, Peter L Wentz, Patrick Martin Stumph, Joseph Mark Trohman

Lyric:
I sat outside my front window, this story's going somewhere
He's well hung and I am hanging up
There's a song on the radio that says
"Let's get this party started, let's get this party started"

What you do on your own time's just fine?
My imagination's much worse, I just never wanna know
What meant the world had folded
Like legs and fingers holding onto what escapes me
What he has, a better kiss that never lasts

You said between your smiles and regrets
Don't say it's over
Dead and gone, dead and gone

Calm before the storm
Set it off and the sun burnt out tonight
Reception less than warm
Set it off and the sun burnt out to

This is me standing in the arch of the door
Hating that look that's on your face
That says there's another fool like me
There's one born every minute
There's one born every minute

What you do on your own time's just fine?
My imagination's much worse, I just never wanna know
What meant the world imploded, inflated then demoted
All my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance

You said between your smiles and regrets
Don't say it's over
Dead and gone, dead and gone

Calm before the storm
Set it off and the sun burnt out tonight
Reception less than warm
Set it off and the sun burnt out to

Calm before the storm
Set it off, set it off

Calm before the storm, set it off
And the sun burnt out tonight
Reception less than warm, set it off
And the sun burnt out tonight

The sun burnt out tonight
The sun burnt out tonight

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Handsome Life Of Swing - Lyrics - The Fake Sound Of Progress - Lostprophets

Title: Handsome Life Of Swing
Album: The Fake Sound Of Progress
Artist: Lostprophets
Composer(s): Stuart Richardson, Lee Gaze, Michael Richard Lewis, Richard James Oliver, Michael Leonard Chiplin, Ian Watkins

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Lyric:
Write to someone, let the subject burn
If it's slow for my reply then ignore the wait
But as long as you want everything
And as long as you won't ever do
Return, return, return to you

Point the blame, push the blame, who's to blame today?
Point your finger, lose your mind, all you do is pray
Look out, get down, fall down, your masquerade will do
But in time my friend we all will see right through

Inside won't be here to stay
King for a day, that's all I'll say

Such a party bum
You should know that right away
Let the subject burn
And wish you all a fucking time
It started burnin', it started burnin', it started burnin'
[Incomprehensible]

Point the blame, push the blame, who's to blame today?
Point your finger, loose your mind, all you do is play
Look out, get down, fall down, your masquerade will do
But in time my friend we all will see right through

Yes, in time, won't be here to stay
King for a day, that's all I'll say

But here, thought I got, got a home
Sit down, got a home
Got a home, got a home
Got a home and I know

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Cum On Everybody - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: Cum On Everybody
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
Yo mic check
Testing one, two um twelve
This is my dancing room can you hear me?

My favorite color is red
Like the blood shed
From Kurt Cobain's head
When he shot himself dead

Women all grabbin' at my shishkabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid now I'm even more so
Shit I got full blown AID's and a sore throat

I got a wardrobe with an orange robe
I'm in the fourth row signin' autographs until my show
I just remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it

I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit
'Coz I don't even remember the words to my shit
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
I gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphalis

Put my L.P on your Christmas gift list
You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this

Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight

Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight

I tried suicide once and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
'Coz I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it at everybody screamin' "I suck"

I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud "All of y'all get the hell out now"
Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry
But Eminem this is your record release party

I'm bored out of my gord
So I took a hammer and nailed my foot
To the floorboard of my Ford

I guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard
Just one sandwich short of a picnic basket
One Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage

And if you ever see a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight

Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight

Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit
'Coz they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy
So I told 'em I was Mike D, it was like
G I don't know he might be

I told 'em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
And I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster"
I'm peace out then I jetted to the weed house
Smoked out till I started bustin' freestyles

Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol then ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
"Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?"

I wanna make songs all the fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset

Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight

Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight

Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
Come on everybody, get down tonight
...

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Dance Floor - Lyrics - Hard - Jagged Edge

Title: Dance Floor
Album: Hard
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Brandon D Casey, Brian D Casey, Melvin Coleman

Lyric:
I see you sitting there
Looking like your glued to your chair
It's a party goin' on in here
Don't you dare be a square

I just wanna boogie baby
Just take your time
Ease your mind and
Let the rhythm take control

You need to get on, get on the dance floor
'Cause I'm gonna rock your body, baby
Let me rock your body
Girl, just get on, get on the dance floor
Just let me rock your body, baby
I'ma rock your body on the dance floor

I got moves I'mma let you see
MJ and Usher got nothin' on me girl, me girl
And not know you can move your thing, momma
And you know just where I'll be

I just wanna boogie baby
Just take your time, ease your mind and
I just wanna groove

You need to get on, get on the dance floor
'Cause I'm gonna rock your body, baby
Let me rock your body girl
Just get on, get on the dance floor
Just let me rock your body, baby
I'ma rock your body on the dance floor

Are you lookin' ?
Stop lookin', just meet me on the floor
Know you thinkin', if you move it
You know you'll want some more
If you trust me, just trust me
We'll walk right out of the door
Girl, such a beautiful night
Started on the dance floor

You need to get on, get on the dance floor
'Cause I'm gonna rock your body, baby
Let me rock your body
Girl, just get on, get on the dance floor
Just let me rock your body, baby
I'ma rock your body

You need to get on, get on the dance floor
'Cause I'm gonna rock your body, baby
Let me rock your body
Girl, just get on, get on the dance floor
Just let me rock your body, baby
I'ma rock your body on the dance floor

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Os - Heaven Only Knows - Lyrics - Exit - K

Title: Os - Heaven Only Knows
Album: Exit
Artist: K
Composer(s): Kevin Brereton, Russell Klyne

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Lyric:
Yeah, got it, the remix
[Incomprehensible], yeah
Turn this up, yo
Heaven only knows if they heard this
Heaven only knows if they heard me, yeah
You know what?

Heaven only knows
'Cuz I don't understand, understand now
Won't you tell me, please? Tell me
What's the master plan? Master plan

Spent so many days, many days
Sitting on a cloud, sitting on a cloud
Heaven only knows, only God knows
So I'll just move the crowd
Yo, tell 'em, tell 'em
Now, now, now

I break out my physical shell and excel
Past the so called body used to go to the party
But now I sit and chill with the pen and a pad
Dropping ill philisophical science

Me and my dad, we talk about life and how it started
How we departed from lights path and probable right math
The task at hand is makin' people understand
That we're not who we think we are

Within this land of lost the cost of souls could be so high, high
People be gettin' high, high, wonderin' why we die?
But it's all planned, right, to get your fear take the hand
We keep on returnin', 'cuz the lessons need learnin'

Concernin', what? The fact I sing and I rap
I hold this mic contact
Critics can step back and analize
I energise with cosmic rays of days they ignore
[Incomprehensible]

Heaven only knows
'Cuz I don't understand, don't understand
Won't you tell me, please? 'Cuz I pray everyday
What's the master plan? The master plan

Spent so many days, many days
Sitting on a cloud, sitting on a cloud
Heaven only knows, only God knows
So I'll just move the crowd
So, uh riddle me this
Riddle me this like this

Melodical prodigal flows, hypnotical blows to brain pieces, Telekenisis
When I reach this pinnacle cynical clinical
Microphone autobots waitin' on lotto spots
Tryin' to rock

But yo they can't understand
There's only one plan, the time is at hand
In the year two zero one one
The people of the sun return to free the righteous children

Now, I know you want to be on top of the world
Givin' a diamond and pearl to your girl watchin' your jaccuzi swirl
Seems like material lust
We need to look up to the Heavens for imperial trust me

It's kinda hard when you rhyme sometimes
Everybody wants to scrutinize, redifine who you are
But every person is a star, so let your light shine far
And praise God

Heaven only knows, only knows now
'Cuz I don't understand, don't understand now
Won't you tell me, please? Tell me, please
What's the master plan? I wanna know the plan

Spent so many days, many days
Sitting on a cloud, sitting on a cloud
Heaven only knows
So I'll just move the crowd

If you feel this, uh
Sing it with me like
Sing it with me like
Everybody, uh
Sing it with me like

La, la, la
I'll just move the crowd for now
Gotta move the crowd
Gotta move the crowd
Gotta move the crowd
La, la, la
I'll just move the crowd for now
S, somebody told me, they said, uh

If you free them they will start revolution
And Babylon cannot defeat them
Right and they don't want that
And they don't want that

If you free them, free them, they will start revolution
And babylon cannot defeat them
Mind revolution
Mind revolution

And so uh, uh, my sister Sage
And my girl Graf, you know the time
The shadow thorn and S love
And Agel and a the figure four

Uh, huh, the Rascalz
And uh, and Kardinal
And uh, my mom and dad
Uh, my brother A
And uh, my brother J
And uh the whole world

Uh, huh, the T dot
Uh, huh, the Van city
Uh, huh, the whole world
Uh, huh, you get love
Uh, huh, yo, yo yo, yo, alright

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Diddy Rock - Lyrics - Press Play - Diddy

Title: Diddy Rock
Album: Press Play
Artist: Diddy
Composer(s): Rashawna Guy, Timothy Z Mosley, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Sean J Combs, Lloyd E Mathis, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Kristal O Oliver

Lyric:
You gon' believe me now though
Tryin' to get up in your mind
In your body, in your spirit, take your soul

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home
Baby, let me be your tour guide
I'm your burger, you my fries

Run through sets, come through sets
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I?m way too fresh, so complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next

Let?s get the party started
Far from a motherfuckin' starvin' artist
Got somethin' to prove? Don?t talk it, walk it
My niggas outside on them walkie talkies

Pop that trunk, pass that dutch
Let?s get crunk, baby, don?t play dumb
Baby, don?t say none, it?s on me
Louie 13 and the Cris on me

Dimes wall to wall in the V.I.P.
But age don?t mean a thing, I ain't chi Ali
I bring them out with no I.D.
The broads, they bring them out like I?m T.I.P.

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home
Baby, let me be your tour guide
I'm your burger, you my fries

Ready for action when I attack on the track
And I flat up a sac on strap in the Cadillac and the glove
Coup on me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York
And the queen of the Chi and I'm backin' her up

Flow be ugly but it?s a beautiful thing, aluminum rings
Get money like I?m movin' them thangs
I got connects in every section when I?m up in the hood
Chain looking so nasty, all the bitches goin' ughh

Heard they wanna get me but I got my guns cocked
I?m dirty ridin', 30 stuntin' cock like Yung Joc
I?m the talk of the town, lightin' up 50 rounds
Meet me in a circle, everybody, it?s goin' down

Give you Hypnotiq to get you erotic
And then I take you somewhere exotic
Where we can blow chronic
A full clip for a lil drama, you know I ain?t a hoe
Snatch your bitch, come here, lil' mama, you know you wanna go

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world

I'm from the city where nothin' pretty and everybody know
I spit a flow to get up with Diddy and now we finna blow
Niggas in the hood, show me love, I?m the girl
Pimp tight, let my mink game down to the floor

Pardon me if I gotta be a boss bitch
I don?t give a fuck what it cost, bitch
I floss big whips, I floss big chains
I talk big shit 'cause I'm off big thangs
Now what you wanna do? You betta not step
Now nigga move back, let me catch my breath

Bring it, bring it back to the floor, so sick with a ass so fat
It's Shawnna, Twist and Diddy with Timb on the track
You know it gotta be tint with 20's on the 'Llac
I see 'em lookin' at me like what?s up
But I was hit low in the cut

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home

It feels like we flyin', right?
I ain't never felt like this before
I like this, do you like it? Let's go

Searching interplanetary
I just want to fuck a fairy
Fuck a frequent flier and fly
Watch the planets through your window

Would you let me touch the stars?
And introduce me to Jupiter and Mars
Take me up away so far

You P I D D Y
So I know you gonna keep me F L Y
Jump in your jet and your shit take me up high
Somewhere that's isolated, just you and I

Searching interplanetary
I just want to fuck a fairy
Fuck a frequent flier and fly
Watch the planets through your window

Would you let me touch the stars?
And introduce me to Jupiter and Mars
Take me up away so far

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That y'all are presently listenin' to
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