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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

100% All Man - Lyrics - Rebirth - Keith Sweat

Title: 100% All Man
Album: Rebirth
Artist: Keith Sweat
Composer(s): Raphael Hamilton, Roy Hamilton

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Lyric:
Hot, hot, Keith Sweat
Hot, hot, hit district
Hot, hot, Royalty
Hot, hot, come on

No, no
Yea, yea
Hundred percent girl, listen

There's a thin line when it comes to
The type a dude that can have you
He's got to be so official
The type of guy that don't take no
So for instance you can take me
I got money but I'm low key
Be buggin' when need be
An' all of the above point at me

Forty percent lover, ten percent playa'
Ten percent stunner, no percent hater
Forty percent hotty, add it up mami
You're hundred percent all man
Forty percent lover, ten percent playa'
Ten percent stunner, no percent hater
Forty percent hotty, add it up mami
You're hundred percent all man

Now I been checkin' out ya profile, mami
You want me, if I'm wrong please stop me
If it's real lemme know right now
We can slide to my crib, baby
Your ex man can't sex like we on X
If my exit, can you say yes?
I can throw it, I can show it
I can lay it, I can slay it, baby

Forty percent lover, ten percent playa'
Ten percent stunner, no percent hater
Forty percent hotty, add it up mami
You're hundred percent all man
Forty percent lover, ten percent playa'
Ten percent stunner, no percent hater
Forty percent hotty, add it up mami
You're hundred percent all man

I can lock you down, throw away the key
Make you feel like your my queen to be
Take you round the world in forty days, baby
I can show you things that you never seen
Make you feel like you are in a dream
One hundred percent, I'm everything you need
So holler at me

Forty percent lover, ten percent playa'
Ten percent stunner, no percent hater
Forty percent hotty, add it up mami
You're hundred percent all man
Forty percent lover, ten percent playa'
Ten percent stunner, no percent hater
Forty percent hotty, add it up mami
You're hundred percent all man
...

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1st Quarter The Commentary - Lyrics - I Got Next - Krs One

Title: 1st Quarter The Commentary
Album: I Got Next
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Anybody in here right now with tape decks turn 'em on
And put 'em on record, I'll give you a second
I want to add authenticity to your tape, so when it's sold out in the street
You all can know this was a real party

These are poems circulating throughout the nation
Everybody's bad and everybody's tough
But how many people are intelligent enough
To open up their eyes and see through the lies

Discipline themselves, yourself to stay alive? Not many
That's why the universe sent me today on this stage
With this to to say, the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer
And in the final hour many heads will lose power

What does the rich versus the poor really mean?
Psychologically it means you got to pick your team
When someone says the rich gets richer
Visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture

The rich get richer, 'cause they work towards rich
The poor get poorer, 'cause their minds can't switch from the ghetto
Let go, it's not a novelty
You could love your neighborhood without loving poverty

Follow me, every mother, father, son, daughter
There's no reason to fear the New World Order
We must order the whole new world to pay us
The new world order and the old state chaos

The big brother watching over you, is a lie you see
Hip-Hop could build it's own secret society
But first you and I got to unify
Stop the negativity and control our creativity

The rich is getting richer, so why we ain't richer?
Could it be we still thinking like niggas?
Educate yourselves, make your world view bigger
Visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture

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23 - Lyrics - Futures - Jimmy Eat World

Title: 23
Album: Futures
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Christopher Adkins, Richard E Burch, Zachary Michael Lind, Thomas Darrell Linton

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Lyric:
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know
These lonely dreams
No one else will know
That part of me

I'm still drivin' away
And I'm sorry everyday
I won't always love
These selfish things
I won't always live
Not stoppin'

It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me
Like you do
No one else will have me
Only you

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

Amazing still it seems
I'll be twenty three
I won't always love
What I'll never have
I won't always live
In my regrets

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

You'll sit alone forever
And wait for the right time
What are you hopin' for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready
Holdin' on tight
Don't give away the end
One thing that stays mine

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2nd Quarter Free Throws - Lyrics - I Got Next - Krs One

Title: 2nd Quarter Free Throws
Album: I Got Next
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Anybody in here right now with tape decks turn 'em on
And put 'em on record, I'll give you a second
I want to add authenticity to your tape
So when it's sold out in the street
You all can know this was a real party

These are poems circulating throughout the nation
Everybody's bad and everybody's tough
But how many people are intelligent enough
To open up their eyes and see through the lies

Discipline themselves, yourself to stay alive?
Not many
That's why the universe sent me today on this stage
With this to to say

The rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer
And in the final hour many heads will lose power
What does the rich versus the poor really mean?
Psychologically it means you got to pick your team

When someone says the rich gets richer
Visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture
The rich get richer, 'cause they work towards rich
The poor get poorer, 'cause their minds can't switch from the ghetto

Let go, it's not a novelty
You could love your neighborhood without loving poverty
Follow me, every mother, father, son, daughter
There's no reason to fear the new world order

We must order the whole new world to pay us
The new world order and the old state chaos
The big brother watching over you, is a lie you see
Hip hop could build it's own secret society

But first you and I got to unify
Stop the niggativity and control our creativity
The rich is getting richer, so why we ain't richer?

Could it be we still thinking like niggas?
Educate yourselves, make your world view bigger
Visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture

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4 The 1 - Lyrics - Mario Vazquez - Mario Vazquez

Title: 4 The 1
Album: Mario Vazquez
Artist: Mario Vazquez
Composer(s): Daniel J Werner, Raymond Basora, Steve Morales

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Lyric:
Yeah, this is 4 the 1, this is 4 the 1
She knows who she is
Yeah, this one stays 4 the 1
She knows who she is, oh

Listen here now Coacoa eyes
Daddy's coming home soon, oh yeah
I know you sit there and you cry
But daddy's got work to do, oh

I know you don't care much for him
'Cause you're crazy for us
I know you don't care much for him
'Cause you're reaching for us

I still adore you, never ignore you
You are my angel sent from above
Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
You're my angel sent from above
From above, from above, from above, from above

People use to talk, him no have no job
Look at him car now me say ala ala
Now we see dem wan' say hi and me say, me say goodbye
Now we no need no guided light

Baby girl don't shed a tear when I'm not near you
No, no, no, no, no, baby girl just listen here
I would do anything to keep you close to me
But daddy's got a lot of work to do now

You know I'll never leave your side
I'll stand strong by you
You know I'll always make it right
'Til the next time I see you again

I still adore you, never ignore you
You are my angel sent from above
Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
You're my angel sent from up

People use to talk, him no have no job
Look at him car now me say ala ala
Now we see dem wan' say hi and me say, me say goodbye
Now we no need no guided light

(This is 4 the 1)
Oh, yeah, I'm not afraid, not afraid to tell you
That you are the one, oh, yeah
(This is 4 the 1)

Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
You are my angel sent from above
Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
You're an angel sent from above

Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
(This is 4 the 1)
You are my angel sent from above
(This is 4 the 1)

Girl, I adore you, never ignored you
(This is 4 the 1)
(This is 4 the 1, this is 4 the 1)

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5 Boroughs - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: 5 Boroughs
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Ryan Corwin, William Broady, Cameron Giles, Jeremy A Graham, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Joseph Ward Simmons, Albert Johnson, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Kenyatta S Blake, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack er, Cercle Rouge KRS-One
Droppin' on 'em like this, pick it up, pick it up
You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through
Representing all true hip hop culture, you know how we do

How can they throw you in prison now for long years
If in reality the black man doesn't belong here?
Have you forgotten how we got to this place?
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race?

If you don't teach me my culture, I don't know who I am
I don't know the difference between my enemy and my friend
So I'm robbin' and killin' I got nothing to live for
You turn my father into a boy, my mother into a whore

Now I'm hardcore on the Ave
Watching while people that got me to walk fast
After beatin' us, rapin' us and robbin' us
400 years of that's what's inside of us

Take a look at me now I'm really your creation
A technological anti-human mutation
A mutation of a better way of life
You first pulled the knife
But to heal it will take my whole life

I fought no force on this level
I listen to bass and treble
Thinking that the white man is the devil
'Cause who could be so cruel like this?
So heartless, so senseless?

But I'm taught by the devil
To grow up and be a devil
To do the same devilish things on another level
However when I act out the mission
You turn around and throw me in prison
You a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

You can kill a man by taking him out of his land
And putting him in a land he really doesn't understand
Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like
Pythagoras, Ptolemies, Socrates, these people are thieves
They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology

Even the concept of democracy stolen from the King Akhanoton
Put down the book, use your brain
If you don't know who you are you are clinically insane

The board of education can't see that
Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black
Give me my frame of mind back, give me my culture
But you don't understand that 'cause you a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house
Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out, you know what I am about

'Cause we will be here forever I told you
Soldier floods your mind like Noah
As you get older you've got to pay attention
At how you livin' hardcore

You ain't a kid anymore grow up
To blow up the spot you're at
Learn the skill and go to the top of that
Cercle Rouge definitely rockin' in rap
KRS-One I got your back

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
Representing Cercle Rouge in France, all the graffiti artists
We like to break dance to the MC, yes, you know that's me
KRS-One down with the BDP

From way back you know we take it like that
Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap
We do it like this, do it like that

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7-1-3 - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: 7-1-3
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, David Hobbs

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Lyric:
Junior talked that old husslin' talk
I was no [Incomprehensible] daddy
But I found out his daddy was a damn hussler

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin' screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip number 2"
I use to skip summer school and hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin' like Puff, wearin' diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like us
So hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been bumpin' screw down here for a while!

And when you see me at the mall, just me and my dawgs
I'm shoppin' with them, 'cause I ain't trickin' for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, and then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, winter time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin' laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been buyin' six-figure homes for a while!

Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work, you don't eat, that's a known fact
I don't just rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been fuckin' with magazines for a while!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

Now when you see me with Tigga, on B E T
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yeah, I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still fresh and clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been talkin' shit on TV for a while!

Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin' hydro
So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
'Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
They call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been smokin' high-time weed for a while!

And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Technomarine shinin' and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, 'cause I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil' Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been acting bad, drivin' cars for a while!

When you see me Big Pimpin' like UGK
I'm choppin' on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin' on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
I'm ridin' with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
'Cause you ain't sellin' records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been ridin' around with straps for a while!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

[Incomprehensible] 7-1-3
Nigga that's Sucka-Free [Incomprehensible] Texas,
We represent that
That's me Flip [Incomprehensible]
Humpty Hump, CEO down south
7-1-3, we are

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Z - 99 Problems - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - 99 Problems
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Norman Landsberg, Leslie Weinstein, Felix Pappalardi, Shawn Carter, Alphonso Henderson, John Elias Ventura, Billy Squier, Tracy Marrow

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Lyric:
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four

License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are
I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?

Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack, you should try out
For lawyer or somethin', somebody important or somethin'

Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha
You crazy for this one Rick, it's your boy

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A Boy And His Machine Gun - Lyrics - Beautiful Midnight - Matthew Good Band

Title: A Boy And His Machine Gun
Album: Beautiful Midnight
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Composer(s): Matthew Frederick Good, David Robert Genn

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Lyric:
Don't move, stay right where you are
Talking can only give you away
And there's so nothing to say
The voices say hello

Imprisoned, they're invisible
But we look a lot alike
This is boring, all we talk about is you
Come on give me a reason

A boy and his machine gun
When you're finished struggling, are you free tonight?
Did they stick you in here
'Cause you weren't working right?

Don't move stay just like you are
You look sane motionless like that so very flat
It's amazing what velocity can do
When human beings are in season

A boy and his machine gun, if you're quiet we might see some
When you're finished struggling, are you free tonight?
Did they stick you in here
'Cause you weren't working right?

There's a TV in every room
And it's free even pay-per-view
Which you'll need if no one's going to visit you
Animal, fucking animal

I know who you're waiting for
No one's coming though
So fuck you and your principals
And fuck whatever made me
Perhaps you think I'm evil
Perhaps you think I'm crazy

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Adam Lives In Theory - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: Adam Lives In Theory
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
Adam lives in theory tryin' to turn stone into bread
Masquerading like he's got it figured out
Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head
Leaving his descendants to hope and doubt

Left to his devices, those worthless sacrifices
Praying to the altar of his self
Making pilgrimages thinking he's religious
Like he's got all the light, and no one else

He takes the unsuspected
'Cuz he knows they're not connected
And he shows them how to be just as he is, virtually real
And commercially appeal, to the lust of all the people where he lives

Eve was so naive, blinded by the pride and greed
Wanting to be intellectual
Drifting from the way, she got turned down one day
And now she thinks that she's bisexual

Caught up in emotion, burning up in her devotion
To the king of exploitation in the field
She handed him her virtue, 'cuz he told, "I won't hurt you"
So she lay with him to see how good it feels

Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now?
Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now?
Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now?
Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now?

Now after the sensation, and the empty fornication
She brought infection home into her bed
Quickly multiplying, now the three of them are dyin'
By the poison she perceived to be good

Now Eve and her husband, are perverted in their judgment
'Cuz everything appeared to be the same
They entertain suggestions, next time just use protection
Desiring to cover up their shame

But much to their demise, poor decision closed their eyes
To the very antidote of their dilemma
Burning in their lust, both of them adulterous
Destroying the original agenda

Praying to the sky, in order to maintain a lie
They exhausted every possible conclusion
They can't even entertain, or the solution in a brain
Or filled with vain, information and pollution

Hiding from the truth, he provided an excuse
To explain away his desperate situation
When confronted, blamed his wife, giving birth to carnal life
Refusing to acknowledge what he'd done

And now, if we can agree with who created us to be
Who says we're guilty, everyone before His eyes
Making no exceptions, since the day of our conception
Predisposed to hating truth, and loving lies

Then can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now?
Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now?
Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now?
Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now?

Stop walking in pride, let the thief be crucified
Unlearn everything you know and let Him teach you
Line upon line, and precept upon precept
Say goodbye to this decaying social system

He wants to know, how far we're willing to go?
If we love Him like we say we do, He'll try us
Just you don't regress, or slip into hopelessness
Once He's satisfied, His love, He won't deny us

And then He'll tell us what, what we gonna do now
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now
And then He'll tell us, what, what we gonna do now
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now

I'm telling you, telling you, I'm telling you
I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you
He's gonna tell us, tell us, tell us
Ooh! Yeah

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A.D.I.D.A.S - Lyrics - Killer Mike

Title: A.D.I.D.A.S
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Antwan Patton, Michael Santigo Render, David A Sheats

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Lyric:
Pussy nigga what you doin'

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

65 Chevrolet Ipmala peachy cream
Cruisin' down the street like two fingers
'Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room
On the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunt on
'Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the blue man group
Caught out on the Vegas strip
Tell em' a good game, Juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga dime legit

Boss lips, legs, arms, necks
Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch
It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho
My brain is on one track
Like Mary, Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack
None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at
I'm a man and I demand a wo-man for that act
Personal preference 'cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
But that's just me from them female fantasies frolic freely
In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

Killer kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill
Heffers call me Black-n-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim
Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola
It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over
All men young or old in the end it's what we after
Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed viagra

{Grandaddy, grandaddy
What's up? What's up? It's me
Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds
I promise I got you some tomorrow}

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield
'Cause I don't need that AIDS
A D and an a missin' out my Adidas
Plus, we don't need no DNA mixin' between us
We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush
On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
But over eighteen only 'cause baby I'm no perv
From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
We can jump each others bones but there's no jumpin' brooms

{Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb
It is too early for you to jump the broom, boom}

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

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A Dollar &Amp; A Dream - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: A Dollar &Amp; A Dream
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Nate Albert, Dicky Barrett, Dennis Brockenborough, Tim Burton, Joe Gittleman, Kevin Lenear, Joe Sirois

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Lyric:
I've got a dollar that I want to save
Safe in my pocket, I'll try to hold fast
Hey, it might be my last

I know what I've got folded safe in its spot
I earned a dollar, it's not there to share
I've got a dollar and that's all I've got

A million more is just a single grain
A grain of sand or just one drop of rain
A small amount might make the difference these days
A dollar and a dream is all I could raise

I had a dream, I had all the answers
To all the questions I've ever been asked
And in my dream I had all the answers
To all the questions I've ever asked myself

Man, what a dream, it sure felt great
Took to the streets 'cause I couldn't wait
To free give wisdom and share what I knew
I had a dream and that's all I had

A million here lay down in pain every night
A million there to stay alive must fight
I'm sure my numbers underestimate
A dollar and a dream, I swear it's not too late

I had a dollar and I wanted to save
Keep in my pocket, I held fast
A dollar bill that I would take to my grave
Deep in my pocket like it was my last

Look for the dollar, now it's not there
Even the pants are a different pair
I earned the dollar, I had to share
I had a dollar and that's all I had

A million more is just a star in the sky
Tip of the iceberg but we've all got to try
Our work's cut out and there's work to be done
A dollar and a dream is step number, step number one

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Advertising On Police Cars - Lyrics - The Audio Of Being - Matthew Good Band

Title: Advertising On Police Cars
Album: The Audio Of Being
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Composer(s): Matthew Good

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Lyric:
Hey Mr. Chips, how's the wife?
And are the kids still poison? Do you still eat them?
Been under the gun, running the guns
Say how'd this world get so fucking fun all of a sudden?

Here's a quarter for the phone
Why don't you call someone and find out?
How it is we can all belong to something that
No one wants any part of?

One day you'll wake up
And they'll be advertising on police cars
And your death will sell you out
As someone smart, somewhat smart

Baby, don't get out out of bed
Just lay back down your pretty head
And they're advertising on police cars

Hey Mr. Chips, had me a notion
Like a burning sky dropped to the ocean
A bitter pill, is it better still to lay undone your guts for show?
To reconstruct some of your bones? To turn it up?
When it calls to you will you wake up?

They're advertising on police cars
Your death will sell you out as someone smart
Somewhat smart

Baby, don't get out of bed
Just lay back down your pretty head
They're advertising on police cars

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African Sunrise - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: African Sunrise
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Denver

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Lyric:
African sunrise, shine on a brand new day
African sunrise, shine on a brand new way
Give us a beautiful morning
Show us forever beginning to stand on our own
African sunrise, smile on my African home

In this hour of quiet contemplation
The stillness of the dawning calms my mind
I face the day with heartfelt exaltation
The light is both a promise and a sign

In the darkness, we have lost the son of our sister
Though the beauty of his spirit lingers still
This was a child of love, a child of laughter
Who cannot understand the way that I feel

Is it not the sun that gives the seasons?
Is it not the sun that brings the rain?
Our throats are choked with dust but we?re still singing
Our song will not be silenced by the pain

All around the village, I could hear the roosters crowing
There was a time it was like music to my ears
Now, all I can hear is the sound of hungry babies crying
I pray for rain to wash away their tears

African sunrise, light of a brand new day
African sunrise, light of a brand new way
With one who will be our brother
And one who will be our partner and teach us to know
African sunrise, smile on my African home

African sunrise, smile on my African home
African sunrise

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Again - Lyrics - Janet - Janet Jackson

Title: Again
Album: Janet
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, James Samuel Iii Harris, Janet Damita Jo Jackson

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Lyric:
I heard from a friend today
And she said you were in town
Suddenly the memories
Came back to me in my mind

How can I be strong, I've asked myself
Time and time I've said
That I'll never fall in love with you again

A wounded heart you gave
My soul you took away
Good intentions you had many
I know you did

I come from a place that hurts
And God knows how I've cried
And I never want to return
Never fall again

Making love to you
Felt so good and
Oh so right

How can I be strong I've asked myself
Time and time I've said
That I'll never fall in love with you again

So here we are alone again
Didn't think I'd come to this
And to know it all began
With just a little kiss

I've come too close to happiness
To have it swept away
Don't think I can take the pain
Never fall again

Kinda late in the game
And my heart is in your hands
Don't you stand there and then tell me
You love me then leave again
'Cause I'm falling in love with you again

Hold me, hold me
Don't ever let me go
Say it just one time
Say you love me
God knows I do love you again

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Ah Yeah - Lyrics - D.I.G.I.T.A.L - Krs One

Title: Ah Yeah
Album: D.I.G.I.T.A.L
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah

So here I go kickin science in ninety-five
I be illin, parental discretion is advised still
Dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his
Call me God, cause that's what the black man is
Roamin through the forest as the hardest lyrical artist
Black women you are not a bitch you're a Goddess
Let it be known, you can lean on KRS-One
Like a wall cause I'm hard, I represent GOD
Wack MC's have only one style gun buck
But when you say, "Let's buck for revolution"
They shut the fuck up, kid, get with it
Down to start a riot in a minute
You'll hear so many Bowe-Bowe-Bowe, you think I'm Riddick
While other MC's are talkin bout up with hope down with dope
I'll have a devil in my infrared scope, WOY
That's for calling my father a boy and, KLAK KLAK KLAK
That's for putting scars on my mother's back, BO
That's for calling my sister a hoe, and for you
BUCK BUCK BUCK, cause I don't give a motherfuck
Remember the whip, remember the chant, remember about rope and
You black people still thinkin about vot-ing
Every president we ever had lied
You know I'm kinda glad Nixon died

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah

This is not the first time I came to the planet
But everytime I come, only a few could understand it
I came as Isis, my words they tried to ban it
I came as Moses, they couldn't follow my commandments
I came as Solomon, to a people that was lost
I came as Jesus, but they nailed me to a cross
I came as Harriet Tubman, I put the truth to Sojourner
Other times, I had to come as Nat Turner
They tried to burn me, lynch me and starve me
So I had to come back as Marcus Garvey, Bob Marley
They tried to harm me, I used to be Malcolm X
Now I'm on the planet as the one called KRS
Kickin the metaphysical, spiritual, tryin to like
Get wit you, showin you, you are invincible
The Black Panther is the black answer for real
In my spiritual form, I turn into Bobby Seale
On the wheels of steel, my spirit flies away
And enters into Kwame Ture

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah

In the streets there is no EQ, no di-do-di-do-di-do
So I grab the air and speak through the code
The devil cannot see through as I unload
Into another cerebellum
Then I can tell em, because my vibes go through denim
And leather whatever, however, I'm still rockin
We used to pick cotton, now we pick up cotton when we shoppin
Have you forgotten why we buildin in a cypher
Yo hear me kid, government is building in a pyramid
The son of God is brighter than the son of man
The spirit is, check your dollar bill G, here it is
We got no time for fancy mathematics
Your mental frequency frequently pickin up static
Makin you a naked body, attic and it's democratic
They press auto, and you kill it with an automatic

Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down
Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown
Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around
Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah

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Ain'T Gonna Cry No More - Lyrics - After The Storm - Monica

Title: Ain'T Gonna Cry No More
Album: After The Storm
Artist: Monica
Composer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Nora Payne, Fred Jerkins Iii, Monica Arnold, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

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Lyric:
Mmm, been a long time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can I talk to you for a minute?

Inseparable that's how we were
Through anything you were my world
I gave to you, you shared with me
For the love of you I give anything

I would chill with you, you and your crew
And I've not complained 'bout the things you do
But I see it now, how it all went down
I can't take no more, don't want you around

Never told me the whole truth
Never wishing that I knew the real you
How could you do this to me?
Never hurt so much, I see
Plans I made for you and me, they can't be
These are the last tears that you see from me

'Cause I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm sick of you hurting me
Ain't gonna cry no more
Because you don't deserve me
I ain't gonna cry no more
Pack your stuff up and leave
I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm tired of you and me and she

And now I can't believe all the things you did
All your secret trips just to see your kids
What about the crib that I've never been?
'Cause that's the one that she lives in

But soon you see 'cause the man is not in
Your love affair will soon be forgot
And you will miss me but I won't miss you
You can pull the key 'cause now we're through

Never told me the whole truth
Never wishing that I knew the real you
You didn't have to do what you did to me
You want her so now I see
Plans we made for you and me, they can't be
These are the last tears that you see from me

I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm sick of you hurting me
I ain't gonna cry no more
Because you don't deserve me
I ain't gonna cry no more
Pack your stuff up and leave
And don't forget to leave my key
I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm tired of you and me and she

Used to think that you and me were in love, for sure
But I was wrong 'cause you led me on
But now I found I'm cool without you around
You gotta bounce, I'm tired

I ain't gonna cry no more
'Cause I'm sick of you hurting me
I ain't gonna cry
It's not the fact that it's your baby
But it's the fact that you lied and it hurt me
Pack your stuff up and leave
'Cause you don't mean me no good
Foolin' everyday

So when you meet another guy
And he's all in your life
Make sure that you try
And he's your able guy, oh, no
I, oh, oh, no, no, no, no

I'm sick of you
I'm through with you
I'm done with you
Tired of you
I'm no one to go
I'm tired of your lies
I ain't gonna cry no more

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Ain'T It Funny (Murder Remix Featja Rule &Amp; Caddillac Tah) - Lyrics - J To Tha L-O! The Remixes - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Ain'T It Funny (Murder Remix Featja Rule &Amp; Caddillac Tah)
Album: J To Tha L-O! The Remixes
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Jennifer Lopez, Cory Rooney

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Lyric:
Estoy loca
Enamorada
De ti

It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me
It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be
But there are facts in our lives we can never change
Just tell me that you understand and feel the same

This perfect romance that I've created in my mind
(In my mind)
I'd live a thousand lives each one with you right by my side
But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
(Ooh)
And so it seems like we'll never have the chance
(Chance)

Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny?
(Ohh)
And you can't move on even though you try
(Ahh)
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel?
(Oh, I wish this could be real)
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life?
(Ohh)
And you don't want to face what's wrong or right
(No)
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part?
(In the story of your heart)

Sometimes I think that a true love can never be
(Never be)
I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me
Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explain
(Ooh)
And I don't think that I could face it all again

I barely know you but somehow I know what you're about
(You're about)
A deeper love I've found in you and I no longer doubt
You've touched my heart and it altered every plan I've made
(Ooh)
And now I feel that I don't have to be afraid
(Afraid)

Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny?
(Ohh)
And you can't move on even though you try
(Ahh)
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel?
(Oh, I wish this could be real)
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life?
(Ohh)
And you don't want to face what's wrong or right
(No)
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part?
(In the story of your heart)

(Ooh ooh ooh)
I locked away my heart
But you just set it free
Emotions I felt
Held me back from what my life should be
(Oooh ooh ooh)
I pushed you far away
And yet you stayed with me
I guess this means
That you and me were meant to be

Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny?
(Ohh)
And you can't move on even though you try
(Ohh)
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel?
(Oh, I wish this could be real, oh yea)
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life?
(Oh yea)
And you don't want to face what's wrong or right
(No, no)
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part?
(In the story of your heart, oh yea)

(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny?
(Funny)
(Ohh, Ohh)
And you can't move on even though you try
(Even if you try)
(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel?
(Ohh, Oh
(Baby, ain't it funny how?)
(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life?
(Ohh, Ohh)
(Change your life)
And you don't want to face what's wrong or right
(Ohh, Ohh)
(Wrong or right)
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part?
(Ohh, Ohh)
(Baby, ain't it funny how?)

(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny?
(Ohh, Ohh)
(Can't deny)
And you can't move on even though you try
(Ohh, Ohh)
(Though you try)
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel?
(Ohh, Ohh)
(Baby)
(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life?
(Ohh, Ohh)
And you don't want to face what's wrong or right
(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part?
(Ohh, Ohh)

(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny?
(Ohh, Ohh)
And you can't move on even though you try
(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel?
(Ohh, Ohh)
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life?
(Ohh, Ohh)
And you don't want to face
(Ohh, Ohh)

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Ain'T The Devil Happy - Lyrics - The Sun Rises In The East - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Ain'T The Devil Happy
Album: The Sun Rises In The East
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Kendrick Davis, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
As devils search for the secrets to immortality
I alter my physical chemistry
Walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I exist even when no things are left

Vibrations transcend space and time
Pure at heart because I deal with the mind
That's why I compose these verses
Audible worlds, my thoughts are now universes

Written on these pages is the ageless
Wisdom of the sages, ignorance is contagious
So I hope you keep your focus
There's no hocus-pocus, in the end, it's just us

Devil got brother killin' brother, it's insane
Goin' out like Abel and Cain, wisen up and use your brain
There'll be no limit, to the things that you can gain
In positivity, balance it with negativity
Until then, ain't the devil happy

I hate when the devil's happy, so I wear my hair hair nappy
Knotty, won't go out like John Gotti
He came from the caves to destroy everybody
And we like fools destroy our own bodies

Too many niggaz chillin', bad boys boom, boom
This leaves no room for the flowers to bloom
Seeds blow in the wind, another drug killing
What, are we accomplishing? Nothing

What's, the matter?
Why every time I look around another brain gets splattered?
Some pockets get fatter but it don't matter
The devil's the only one who really gets fatter

Lead ruptures flesh, spleens are shattered
Dreams are shattered, another queen without a king
What will out children become without proper guidance?
Probably nothing, so ain't the devil happy

Niggaz are in a state of nothingness
Hopelessness, lifelessness
If you're in range I hope you hear this
And try to change this, 'cause it's disastrous

Who gets the most loot, who gets bust?
Dollar bill y'all, is the God we trust
The days blow by like dust
Even Men of Steel rust

We're out here acting ridiculous
When, only we can save us
Mentally enslave us, for little or nothing kill our neighbors
Animalistic, canibalistic behavior

Look to the sky for your savior
He won't save ya, he didn't save your forefathers
Why bother, brothers? You must discover
The power of self, know thyself or find thyself

Hating thyself, killing thyself
While he collects the wealth
That you sit back and murder for
Ain't the devil happy

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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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