2 X 4 - Lyrics - Load - Metallica

Title: 2 X 4
Album: Load
Artist: Metallica
Composer(s): Kirk Hammett, James Alan Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Yeah, I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you
I'm gonna be the one who breaks you
Put the screws into ya, yeah, my way
Yeah, come on, come on, come and make my day
Make my day

Yeah, got some hell to pay ya, I steal your thunder
The joy of violent movement pulls you under
Ooh, bite the bullet, well, hard
Yeah but I bite harder, so go too far, too far

Friction, fusion, retribution
(Friction, fusion)
I can't hear ya, talk to me
(Retribution)
I can't hear ya, so talk to me

(Friction, fusion)
I can't hear ya, are you talkin' to me?
(Retribution)
I can't hear ya, are you talkin' to me?
Can't hear ya, time to meet my Lord
I can't hear ya, talk to 2 X 4, hey

Yeah, I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you
I'm gonna be that one who breaks you
Put the screws into ya my way
Hey come on, come on, come and make my day
Make my day

Friction, fusion, retribution
(Friction, fusion)
I can't hear ya, talk to me
(Retribution)
I can't hear ya, come, talk to me

(Friction, fusion)
I can't hear ya, are you talkin' to me?
(Retribution)
I can't hear ya while you're talkin' to me
I can't hear ya, time to meet my Lord
I can't hear ya, talk to 2 X 4, hey

Yeah, talk to 2 X 4
It don't take no more
Come on, yeah, come on
Come on, come on
Talk to 2 X 4, talk to 2 X 4

Friction, fusion, retribution
(Friction, fusion)
I'm gonna make you talk to me
(Retribution)
I'm gonna take you, ooh, so talk to me

(Friction, fusion)
I can't hear ya, are you talkin' to me?
(Retribution)
I can't hear ya, you talkin' to me?
I can't hear ya, time to meet my Lord
I can't hear ya, talk to, talk to 2 X 4
It don't take no more, yeah

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X-Is Coming - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: X-Is Coming
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

Who's afraid of the dark? Responsible for the murders in the park
When I bark, they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
Niggaz wanna see me taste my own medicine
Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back
Retaliate, if it hates for you to think I took a loss
When all I did was shook it off, yeah, you heard me, shook it off

Man, if we was up north, niggaz would have been fucked you
But then we in the streets, niggaz should haven been stuck you
Plucked you like a chicken wit' your head cutoff
They'll find you wit' your back open and your legs cutoff
And as for your man, don't you ever in your mutherfuckin' life
Know when I gotta gun come at me wit' a knife?
And forgettin' you ever saw me is the best thing to do
Don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting with you

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

You got yourself in a predicament, that you can't get out of
You already in some shit but it's about to get hotter
Fuckin' wit' a, nigga like you, runnin' your mouth
Will, have that same nigga like you, gun in your mouth
But won't be like the last time when you run in the house
'Cuz I ain't knockin' on the door
I'm comin' in the house and I'm gunnin' for your spouse
Tryin' to send the bitch back to her maker

And if you got a daughter older then 15, I'ma rape her
Take her on the living room floor, right there in front of you
Then ask you seriously, whatchu wanna do?
Frustratin', isn't it? When they kill me, but I'ma kill you
Now watch me fuck just a lil' while longer, please, will you?
This is revenge, no time before you die
And despite how much I hate to see a grown man cry
I'ma make you suffer, see your ass in hell, motherfucker
Click, boom, boom, see your ass in hell

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

When I speak you better listen, the harder it gets, the more follows
And I'm hittin' 'em wit' shit that they can't all swallow
I keep my slugs hollow, keep families with sorrow
Keep motherfuckers like you, not seein' tomorrow
I will borrow a gun, then run 'til I catch you
Let you slip up, just once then I'ma wet you
Stretch you out like a limousine
'Cuz where I catch you is where I catch you, that's what killin' means
Fuck whoever's standin' there when you get what you got comin'

'Cuz once I hit you in your head, the witnesses start runnin'
Niggaz started somethin' but they chose not to finish it
So I'ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cuz I'ma winner, shit
Fuck it yo, let's end this shit, I don't need the plaques
And I ain't a DJ, nigga, so I don't need the wax
Gimme slugs from my gats
Gimme hoods from my rats
Gimme wood from my bats
Then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

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Monkey Kong - Lyrics - A vs. Monkey Kong - A

Title: Monkey Kong
Album: A vs. Monkey Kong
Artist: A
Composer(s): Daniel Carter, Mark Chapman, Jason Perry, Adam Perry, Giles Perry

Lyric:
There's nothing real about your fight
Nothing in the shit you write
You've got charisma in your hair
The make up lady put it there, and it's

(1+2+3+4) x (2+2+3+4) x (2x3) + (2+4) = 666

One, one plus two is three, can't we get along?
You bring it on, the Monkey Kong
It's just a name, they got it wrong

Every second, every day
Every minute that you waste
You're not every thing you seem
Keep on fighting for the right

Keep it rocking every night
That's exactly what I mean
It's all gone wrong
They called it Monkey Kong

You're the captain of the team
You're the new king of the scene
You hire a guy to keep you punk
Laugh it up 'cause you don't know you're sunk

(1+2+3+4) x (2+2+3+4) x (2x3) + (2+4) = 666

And it's one, one plus two is three, can't we get along?
You bring it on, the Monkey Kong
It's just a name, they got it wrong

Every second, every day
Every minute that you waste
You're not every thing you seem
Keep on fighting for the right

Keep it rocking every night
That's exactly what I mean
It's all gone wrong
They called it Monkey

1 + 2 = 4, wrong, try again
1 + 2 = 2, that's incorrect

How high can you try?
How high can you try?
How high can you try?
How high can you try?

How high can you try?
How high can you try?
How high can you try?
How high can you try?

Every second, every day
Every minute that you waste
You're not every thing you seem
Keep on fighting for the right

Keep it rocking every night
That's exactly what I mean

It don't matter what you say
It won't change it anyway
You're not what you want to be

Every minute that you waste
When you're taking on the place
That's exactly what I mean

Yeah, it's all gone wrong
They called it Monkey Kong
Monkey Kong
They called it Monkey Kong

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Hot Potato - Lyrics - 19 Naughty III - Naughty By Nature

Title: Hot Potato
Album: 19 Naughty III
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
Mic check 1, 2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat or you might have to fight
Yeah, there's no escape from the terror dome
You know I'm nice when I'm bustin' fat rhymes on the metronome

MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause
Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was
I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over
You'll be leaving your show in a hearse nova

I'm flippin' the X's three times and I'm back again
See, on my way down stage they had me strapped in
But once I hit New York and they loosened the chains
I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild, insane

I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer
I got my beat 'em down bat and a itchy finger
So if you're nice with the mic and you wanna flip
I'm the rap bounty hunter and it's time to get yo ass whipped

Yeah, I'm comin' from the streets, pop
And please fight back, so you can get dropped
It's time to see who's nice and who can really rap
I smack the taste out your mouth, you wanna be a mack
I'm not tryin' to shake the water and wake the gator
But I'ma pass the mic like a hot potato

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

You fly high, I heard your tape then flipped
The next side lookin' for the def side
You couldn't be alright if I erased your left side
Who's wet dried when Treach tried, next died
I'm gonna slide your wet wide, so step side

Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze
Blastin' your ass back at full speed, hoes in flow, you know, bimbo
And won't stop prayin' and playin' until I'm layin' up in fo'
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
I got a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow

Here's to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin' cap with raps I attached with a chin strap
Flash past your girl who's def in the flesh
Yes, you can't believe that she said, "Treach"

The wicked a wicked a wully bully, bad and fully and surely bad
Ready and Willy gettin' [Incomprehensible] glad
Dissed in Hell and fell in fire
I attack your back, force you to retire with a wet wire
Give you the whip appeal like Toby, listen, oldie but Goldie
Take the dough from all who owe me

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

If a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat, boom, then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block

Yeah, Freddie Foxxx on a rampage
Every time I touch the mic the police is standin' front stage
'Cause I been labeled as a troublemaker
I send my baddest girl to your house to play the heart breaker

She'll lay you down and put hickeys on your chest
Then turn around and blast you with a 33 shot tec
You couldn't rap, you was wack from the get-go
So you got bumped off by my head hoe

Called by the militant mack, my mentality is jail
Long as I'm strapped I can't fail
Check this, I take the bass and I bust you in the eye with it
A piece of steel with a screen on top, I'm gettin' fly with it

I'm bringin' suckers to the street again
'Cause them same broke-ass niggas ridin' on my meat again
Mr. microphone flipped the beat again
Suckers got caught with the rhyme, felt the heat again

I'm breakin' it down, lettin' you know I'm never lettin' go
I beat your brother down, punk, just to let you know
This is hip-hop, gee, not 'hit pop'

You mess around with the beats, get your boots knocked
I'ma slide, I'm in her when I see you suckers later
As I pass the mic like a hot potato

Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin' pimp, why?
Sleepin' with a limp eye, pass the hot potato
Treach done [Incomprehensible] chop to French Fries
Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set

Well, to hell with you and your fat-O with the gurtle neck
So ol' gold digger, dig some dirt, there you have it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit

Before I stab him for his lucky foot
Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass

Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
When I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down
All's left to call cops when I smack you with a leather wig
And make you suckers suede bald spots

Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw
It's easy as 1, 2, 3, 4

1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, word up, 4 potatoes, 4 verses
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah baby, nothin' commercial about this
The militant mack in the house and I got a right hand
For all that try to stand in my face and front
Believe that and I'm comin' straight from the streets, word up

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2 X 4 - Lyrics - Soup - Blind Melon

Title: 2 X 4
Album: Soup
Artist: Blind Melon
Composer(s): Shannon Hoon, Brad Smith, Roger Stevens, Glen Graham, Christopher Thorn

Lyric:
I'm talkin' I'm talkin'
I'm talkin' to myself more

Needle and fetal someone's pouring
Warm gravy all over me, oh yeah
And you see that synthetic therapy
Don't you know it seems to be so unappealing
But, oh what a feeling

But I wish that you would stop spitting
When you're talking to me

And inside, air dry I might want to go another way, oh yeah
But you see now I'm too pale to get out
Into the lovely light of day
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
Oh, I'll do anything that you say

But I wish you would stop spitting
When you're talking to me

I'm talkin' to myself more
I'm talkin' to myself more
I'm talkin' to myself more
Talk to myself more

I'm talkin' to myself more
I'm talkin' to myself more
I'm talkin' to myself more

1 by 1

Man to man
Stand to stand

2 by 4

Talkin' to myself

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More 2 A Song - Lyrics - And Then There Was X - Dmx

Title: More 2 A Song
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): A Fields, Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
C'mon

It's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes
More to a nigga'z life than, money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you, think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know

Niggaz walk around frontin', talkin' 'bout jewels
How much you bust tools, y'all niggaz sounds like fools
Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost?
How much your watch cost? You 'bout to get your watch lost

If you flashin' it, you must not want it
See, I fuck with real niggaz that done it
You know what time it is, run it
Niggaz got more important shit to deal with
Talkin' about some 4 wheel shit
But my man here, is about to kill shit

Keep playin' niggaz pussy and you will get fucked
Why don't you cop some more ice dog
Then you will get stuck and fucked
Bitch-ass nigga, hit my street
And see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat

It want be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife
Oh, you must have forgot, dog, this is the shitty life
Ain't a fuckin' thing sweet and ain't nothing fair
Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care

Dog, it's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes
More to a nigga'z life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know

Dog, it's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes
More to a nigga'z life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know

Born and raised in the projects and can't forget it
And all that grimy shit niggaz do, I done did it
And I'm still wit it, nigga, I stay in the hood
But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood

You keep bringin' them fake bitches through
You gon' fuck around and make bitches do
We take bitches too
An if you comin' through my block, it's gon' be the last stop
We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box

Big ass rocks, I want that, fuck the blood
All that shit washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?"
Flossin' yo' shit, what I want for yo' shit?
Give a nigga like three bricks to feed the dogs with

'Cause I ain't really gots to shine when they do, I do
For me them niggaz'll hide you, where nobody'll find you
If you eatin' motherfucker then your dogs should be eatin' too
Not just four or five niggaz 'cause you know what the streets'll do

It's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes
More to a nigga'z life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know

Dog, it's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes
More to a nigga'z life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know

I will be the voice of the street til I die
'Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm gon' fly
Either let me fly or give me death
If you didn't catch it then get it now 'cause it's all that's left

And this will be the last breath provokin' my niggaz
To start choking y'all niggaz, and smokin y'all niggaz
A nigga would never have to say, "X, feed me"
You'll never hear a nigga say, "X is greedy"

Only, "X, believe me, I didn't know it was a setup"
Get up, cocksuckin' motherfucker, shut up
Shut up, [Incomprehensible] fuck you, nigga
From the hood to the wood, fuck you, nigga

This is for my dogs til death do us part
I'm still here 'cause I been here from the start
If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly
The dog is aight 'cause I know the streets love me

It's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes
More to a nigga'z life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know

Dog, it's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes
More to a nigga'z life than money and hoes
The game is a lot bigger than you think you know
And if you think you know then I don't think you know

Dog, jewelry and clothes
Money and hoes, think you know?
I don't think you know

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16 Fever - Lyrics - Back to the Traphouse - Gucci Mane

Title: 16 Fever
Album: Back to the Traphouse
Artist: Gucci Mane
Composer(s): Radric Davis, Sharif Slater

Lyric:
I'm chargin' 16 fever, 16 fever
Nigga, my price cheaper,16 fever

16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemers
I swear the red chain'll cost 16 fever

16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemers
I swear the red chain'll cost 16 fever, nigga

16 5-0, there go 5-0
I'm up 2-5 but I need 4 more
I got uncles blowin' bundles
Mine do numbers while I drive Lambo

Off white yayo, digital scale yo
Fish scale sendin' my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folk, [Incomprehensible] folk
[Incomprehensible] folk, just bring me that cane folk

Gucci got good dope, pills purp and sizzurp
My workers don't move nothin' less than a bizzurd
Gucci got good dope, pills purp and sizzurp
My workers don't move for nothin' less than a bizzurd

16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemers
I swear the red chain'll cost 16 fever

16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemers
I swear the red chain'll cost 16 fever, nigga

Bricks can't keep 'em 16 fever
Bemmer speakers, geek-a-meters
Misdemeanors several subpoenas
See I'm gone drink up 'cause we just linked up

The squad been teamed up we cuttin' off fingers
It's 16 fever and that's since April
My Corvette paid for, my old school paid for
The hummer roll up that means you assed out

And you didn't cash out, see this my trap house
I slam fiends backs out we push white sacks out
See this my trap house, I slam fiends backs out
We push white sacks out, them backs get pushed out

16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemers
I swear the red chain'll cost 16 fever

16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemers
I swear the red chain'll cost 16 fever, nigga

I'm scrapin' the bowl up, I'm whippin' up cake mix
But this ain't red velvet, don't eat it, just smoke it
Your options are open, you even can snort it
3 dollar sacks so you know you can score it

Say you can't afford it, yo, I can ignore it
Well, don't call them dope, boys, you know you feel borin'
You know that you feenin', you know that you need it
It's Gucci, I'm greedy, my niggas stay eatin'

16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemers
I swear the red chain'll cost 16 fever

16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemers
I swear the red chain'll cost 16 fever, nigga

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Crazy Rap - Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

Title: Crazy Rap
Album: The Good Times
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Wait a minute, man, hey, check this out, tell it
It was this blind man, right?
Man, check this out it was this blind man, right?
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?
Hey, he walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'?

He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said
?Woo, good morning ladies?, you like that shit, man?
Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man, I tell you what
My man on the guitar, fool on the drums

Everybody just crowd around the mic
I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes
But first, I'ma start it off like this
Hey, help me sing it, homeboy

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby, that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns
Singing them dirty rap songs stop and hit the bong
Like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville
If my tapes and my CD's just don't sell, I bet my caddy will

Well, it was just sundown in a small white town
They call it East Side Palm Dale
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale
Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD's
When I met a little girl named Jan

I let her ride in my Caddy 'cause I didn't know
Her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo'
Fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro
Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right
She sucked my dick till the shit turned white

I thought to myself, ?Sheba, Sheba
Got my ass lookin' like a zebra?
I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
I ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4

Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right
The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad
That's the best damn pussy I ever had
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns
Singing them dirty rap songs stop and hit the bong
Like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup De Ville
If my tapes and my CD's just don't sell, I bet my caddy will

I met this lady in Hollywood, she had green hair
But damn she looked good
I took her to my house, 'cause she was fine
But she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African

I fucked her once, I fucked her twice
I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties, too
So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo

See, I met this lady from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass, and she said, ?Aie?
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch
Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky

She said, ?I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me?
I came in her mouth it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns
Singing them dirty rap songs stop and hit the bong
Like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
Hey, wait a minute man, check this out

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with Hennessey
That country music nearly drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said, ?Yes, Miss Daisy?
Met this lady in Oklahoma put that pussy in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan, I can't wait till I fuck that bitch again

Met a real black girl in South Carolina
Fucked her till she turned into a white albino
Fucked this hooker in Iowa, I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
Fucked this girl, down in Georgia, came in her mouth
Man, I thought I told ya

Met this beautiful sexy ho
She just ran 'cross the border of Mexico
Fine young thing, said her name's Maria
I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla
I wanna get married, but I can't afford it
I know I'ma cry when she gets deported

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns
Singing them dirty rap songs stop and hit the bong
Like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck
But the pussy just ain't no good?
(Say what?)
And then you're getting' upset 'cause you can't get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood?

So you try to play it off and eat the pussy
But it takes her so long to come
(Say what?)
Then a dude walks in, that's her big boyfriend
And he asks you where you from?
(Where you from, man?)

So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain
(I don't bang)
You start talkin' real fast
But he's already mad, 'cause you fuckin' his wife
So he starts beatin' on your ass

Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody
Your dick was hard but now it's soft
(What?)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
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Murder After Midnight - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: Murder After Midnight
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Michael Barnett, Curtis Mayfield, Joe Johnson, Brad Jordan, John Bido

Lyric:
Niggaz busting caps on a Sunday
I'm riding through the park with my white six bloody
Thinking to myself, what the fuck is this?
I grab my motherfuckin' shit, load the clip and then I get

The extra hallow points out the box in the backseat
I can't believe these motherfuckers tried to X me
Once again I'm in the middle of some fuck shit
I busted a window, a dead nigger they left me stuck with

I grabbed my cellular phone and called my nigger Face
Had to beep him, 911 he wasn't in his place
The phone rang I picked it up I heard what's up Black?
'"Some hoe ass niggaz bust a cap and shot my nigga Matt

They killed my nigga now them hoes are after me
Just dump the body and meet me over at the draft 'G'
7 o'clock I dumped the body now I'm changing cars
Getting up with Face it's time to take them hoes to war

Called up Billy to meet us on the south west
Bring a bag of Buddha sinse and an extra vest
And to fit the [unverified] VNG to get this shit right
'Cause there's about to be a murder after midnight

Say what?

3 or 4 minutes to twelve o'clock, rolling in an
Undercover hunting 4 an' [unverified] Adrock
Let's hit the spot and find them hoes that tried to cap ya
Were they Killers yeah, or were they tried to jack ya?

It's hard to tell we lost our boy behind this punk shit
And when we catch him we're gonna chuck him
In the trunk [unverified] Swick
I gives a fuck about the sorry motherfucker

He crossed the family daddy's now I'm a make the nigga suffer
I'm rolling hard got my daddy's Smith and Wesson
6 shots nigga played the 357
So keep your eyes peeled Nigga we got to find them

We got some barrels protecting us
But keep a low pro cause they'll be expecting us
We spotted a 'Z' off at Quarter Lane I'm killing the bitch
I don't know the man

Creped up slow dropped the back window
Yeah now what's up hoe?
Let off a couple of shots but he had posse
The nigga came out the door and like just shot me

It didn't hit me 'cause I duck down
We jumped our ass out the car and turned
That bitch into [unverified] Book Town
I bring my gats to a fist fight and bust a cap
In the bitch and it ain't gotta be at midnight

Eleven forty five I pull up on the set
With some down ass niggaz and a van full of gats
Jumped out fired up my Philly had to bust some shots
Had to let them know Bushwick Bill is on the fucking block

Niggaz start hauling as I heard Big Mike calling
Jumped in the van slammed the door and started hauling
Ass around the corner catch the nigga who would ran
Oki jumped out and went to bust him once again, uh

Making niggaz take cover fast 'cause
We was putting something on they motherfuckin' ass
Yeah, nine millimeter shells, twelve gauge pumps and shit
So nigga don't bother running for your trunk and shit

1 2 3 4 shots from the infra-red left
1 2 3 4 motherfuckers dead and no witnesses in sight
All Bido said is that it happened after midnight

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Still On It - Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Title: Still On It
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Tracey Sewell, Jay Jenkins

Lyric:
I'm back *** ya, this sounds like one ***
I ain't tryna sell a 10 million copies ***
I'm tryna sell a million 10 times ***
I told you ***, I do dis ***, I do this ***, what you say ***

I told you mutha****** I'll be right back
Shootin' dice in my hood must of lost 8 stack
Ain't nuttin' to a G hop back in my may back
But I'm only riding this 'cause the Chevy's in the shop

5 0 2 with the chrome 'n seats, I'm so excited
Ya damn right I can't wait
It's my birthday I got big cake, that's right
Rubrix Cube you know we keep dem white squares

Catch me in the e a mill lookin' fo' dem bucks
They pay a 24, I'm on my way wit tha ducks
26 inches make you sit up like a truck
I use to give a damn but I never gave a ***, dats wutsup

I said dat D boy bulls*** yeah, I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They goin' for da 10, you can get 'em for da 8
Just holla atcha boy when you tryna get straight

I said dat D boy bulls*** yeah, I'm still on it
Think I gotta needle left, do anybody want it
They goin' for da 5, you can get 'em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a *** know

I'm on the block all day with them blocks all day
Straight splurge up in linen, I shop all day
Shut down champs did the food in product
Ya it's just a white tee but the shoes is product

I gotta bag full of stones 'n a pocket full of pills
Call me da x-men keep a pocket full of pills
Imagine this so much ice 'n a watch, how much?
You would of thought time froze

Welcome to my life ya the first episode
Never miss a beat, I gotta mini time code
Still count a quarter mill wit my f*****' eyes closed
In one hand behind my back get a f*****' blind fold

I said dat D boy bulls*** yeah, I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They goin' for da 10, you can get 'em for da 8
Just holla atcha boy when you tryna get straight

I said dat D boy bulls*** yeah, I'm still on it
Think I gotta needle left, do anybody want it
They goin' for da 5, you can get 'em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a *** know

I'm so hot you know *** ain't cool
The boy get new money like the first day of school
Stay fresh like the first day of class
Two bricks 'n three choppas sold in one stash

It'll cost ya 40 grand and ya gotta pay cash
Dem blunts burn slow but that paper come fast
The garbage man you *** n***** so trash
I'm first place you *** n****** so last

In I'm back to the future *** n****** so past
I know what you thinkin' dat mutha****** so fast
Dat boy Young Jeezy I'm suppose to cut
Instead of gettin' money *** dis how you suppose to look

I said dat D boy bulls*** yeah, I'm still on it
I gotta half a brick left do anybody want it
They goin' for da 10, you can get 'em for da 8
Just holla atcha boy when you tryna get straight

I said dat D boy bulls*** yeah, I'm still on it
Think I gotta needle left, do anybody want it
They goin' for da 5, you can get 'em for da 4
We keep it round here just let a *** know

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Girls Gone Wild (Explicit) - Lyrics - Runaway Love - Ludacris

Title: Girls Gone Wild (Explicit)
Album: Runaway Love
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Pharrell L. Williams

Lyric:
10, 9, 8, 7, 6
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Never scared to be different
The impossible's put into existence
For instance, this is me
What did you expect from the 5th LP?

Gone for a minute, now I'm back again
Back to back, back to break backs again
Put 'em in the back seat of the 'Llac again
And rip off the Magnum packagin', what's happenin'?

I'm lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna make 'em dance, so I can see 'em shake they ass
Then I'll put 'em in a trance 'til I get 'em out them pants

Then I'll take 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

Fearless like Jack the Ripper
Hip hop needs help, so I'm back to flip her
Flip and run 'em back 'cause I'm back to stick her
And throw up on the track like it's full of liquor

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

You lookin' at rap's most consistent
Man, whatever they can't do, I can
What they wanna be in the future, I am
A hip hop mogul's right where I stand

Goddamn, I'm good
Stretchin' out the limits of music, I should
Do it like I know and how only I could
Do it like a pro and how only I would

Still I'm lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna pour Patron 'til I get 'em in the zone
Then I'll get 'em all alone 'til I make 'em wanna bone

Then I'll take 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

L U to the D A C
To the R I S and yeah, that's me
A gift to read minds, got ESP
Hottest thing on the go since PSP's

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

Wow, MC's, I bake 'em
Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break 'em
Mighta took your brain a minute to process
Could take the whole game a minute to top this

Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time
With a flow so fast, I'm ahead of my rhyme
Your clock is off-beat, better set it to mine
With a six year run, havin' a hell of a time

'Cause I'm always lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna get 'em high 'til I make 'em touch the sky
Then I'll make 'em wonder why, why, why am I so fly?

'Cause I took 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

A millionaire with extra paper
If you haven't heard, go and ask a neighbor
I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor
So put it on your tongue for your mouths to savor

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

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Girls Gone Wild - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Girls Gone Wild
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Pharrell L. Williams

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Lyric:
10, 9, 8, 7, 6
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Never scared to be different
The impossible's put into existence
For instance, this is me
What did you expect from the 5th LP?

Gone for a minute, now I'm back again
Back to back, back to break backs again
Put 'em in the back seat of the 'Llac again
And rip off the Magnum packagin', what's happenin'?

I'm lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna make 'em dance, so I can see 'em shake they ass
Then I'll put 'em in a trance 'til I get 'em out them pants

Then I'll take 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

Fearless like Jack the Ripper
Hip hop needs help, so I'm back to flip her
Flip and run 'em back 'cause I'm back to stick her
And throw up on the track like it's full of liquor

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

You lookin' at rap's most consistent
Man, whatever they can't do, I can
What they wanna be in the future, I am
A hip hop mogul's right where I stand

Goddamn, I'm good
Stretchin' out the limits of music, I should
Do it like I know and how only I could
Do it like a pro and how only I would

Still I'm lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna pour Patron 'til I get 'em in the zone
Then I'll get 'em all alone 'til I make 'em wanna bone

Then I'll take 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

L U to the D A C
To the R I S and yeah, that's me
A gift to read minds, got ESP
Hottest thing on the go since PSP's

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

Wow, MC's, I bake 'em
Put me in a circle of homies and I'ma break 'em
Mighta took your brain a minute to process
Could take the whole game a minute to top this

Just figured out that I'm ahead of my time
With a flow so fast, I'm ahead of my rhyme
Your clock is off-beat, better set it to mine
With a six year run, havin' a hell of a time

'Cause I'm always lookin' for some girls gone wild
I'm just tryin' to make these girls all smile
And I'm gonna get 'em high 'til I make 'em touch the sky
Then I'll make 'em wonder why, why, why am I so fly?

'Cause I took 'em to a level
That they mighta never been befo'
We gon' hit the do' and then hit the flo'
You'll get hit below
I got somebody I want you to get to know, me

A millionaire with extra paper
If you haven't heard, go and ask a neighbor
I'm like hot sauce with extra flavor
So put it on your tongue for your mouths to savor

You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex
You're wetter than a storm, like you was takin' X
Your mood intensifies, it's time for a surprise
So baby, close your eyes, are you ready for what's next?

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What U Scared 4 - Lyrics - Juvenile

Title: What U Scared 4
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I'd be a stupid mothafucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I ain't waitin' to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say, I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck

And I can already vision people sayin' I'm wrong
But I rather his momma than my momma singin' that song
Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks
And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin' them cuts

I'ma attached to the streets, those niggas in the pens
Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten
And this bitch curly head still been in the case
But he ain't man enough to leave a real one in the face

And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit TV pranks
You jeopardize my living quarters, wanna see me sank
But I got news for everyone of y'all
I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' punish em too

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' punish 'em too

Armed and dangerous, rich and famous, young and restless
Guns and stretcha's, crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one suggestion, ask yah test em, this 'cuz get hectic
Send one through your son's intestines
Lock, snock lung through testin's

If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous
Ride with the torch, scorchin', ready to blaze
Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days
And let it be said, Holly Grove's the home of a soldier

And if a nigga breathe wrong than it's over
I never love ya, my metal slug ya
If you kept on fuckin' wit the squad
Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin' survives

And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say, "Hi"
Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer, I don't need you, hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes, what?

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' punish 'em too

Nigga c'mon, you gotta love us
Bumpin' inside of humma's
Ride as thugga's, we who be
Think that them coward's busta's

Why we hustlin' in they sleep
We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week
And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet
The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me

Gats hug it and squeeze it
Crack, bundle it easy
Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons
Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times

I believe in me and my family 'cuz niggas is broads
That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge
All pussy ain't the pussy like money and drugs
I'm dickin' bitches that trial and I'm the jury and judge

I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love
Its just me, cash money millionaires that wackin' the plug
Wud-up Lil Wheezy, I'm laid back up in the cut if yah need me
Its love believe me

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' punish em too

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Back In The Mud (Zone 4 Remix) - Lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Back In The Mud (Zone 4 Remix)
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Rico R Wade, Marqueze Etheridge, Stuart Jordan, Patrick Brown, Raymon Ameer Murray, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
1,2
1,2,3, Let's go

Back in the mud I've been in
I confess, I'm so happy here
There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

He's just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament
At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an event
If it's me consider it more than a coincidence
Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they distances
Barber K, hey, what's that, they say
Hip hop redneck that's a safe place
Say what makes you comfortable
Wit me 'cause I like it here
How about a road-dwellin' urban music pioneer
Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't
Took too much to make it float, never will I let it sink
So when we invented it for our youth and generous
Hopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of it
Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday
Lovin' life, doin' right, earnin' every breath I take
Standin' in the mud again 'cause it seem to pay me well
Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L
Aaah

Back in the mud I've been in
I confess, I'm so happy here
There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out
Everything I am today is really what I been about
Athens, Gerogia resident, native of LaGrange though
I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so"
Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's quite the opposite
I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis
Can't forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica
They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker
How could I run from everything that made me
Know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly
Now I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivable
Bubba's international but still he kept it regional
Tryin' to make my mama proud
We can laugh and see the smile
Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your file
Each and everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserve
Nothin' short of that's appropriate

Back in the mud I've been in
I confess, I'm so happy here
There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Kitchen cup, fill it up, soap don't appeal to us
If you're broke do what you can, that alone is still enough
Help us out, if you're rich, 'cause we funna hit your bitch
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this
Hey Betty, get ready 'cause your daddy's in route
Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim out
Hvae her screamin' "New South" without pullin' "lewd" out
He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now
At the end of the day I would have no regrets
Got it done on every front and I ain't even focused yet
At the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats
If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge match
Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe
Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will achieve
In this life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's
Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks

Back in the mud I've been in
I confess, I'm so happy here
There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Back in the mud I've been in
I confess, I'm so happy here
There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

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Can'T Go Wrong - Lyrics - Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey - Kurupt

Title: Can'T Go Wrong
Album: Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): David Blake, Ricardo Brown, Danny Means

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Lyric:
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let all, G'z to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't switch like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways

That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, takes mathical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax

Trumpet to trombone
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on

It don't quit, it don't stop
Let the beat knock, beat knock
Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Kurupt, what up

I'ma drop 'til it's clear
And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time
Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent Magneto'
Dippin' through, comin' like ay

Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S
It's the prince of the West, I ain't tryna do much
Tryna do too much, I ain't even really trippin'

It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you
Wit' the biggest mouth to put a dick in
Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted

Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
With the skirts from Tahiti workin' at the mall
With young Roscoe, you fool in high school
I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass
But without the cash, hit the door

The reason that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer
I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'
Fo' the bush to push and mush back
I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag

No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns

Notice, see the Q U I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes
Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no shit
And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

{Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement
From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around
Pussy ass niggas, tryin' to see what's up wit my homeboy}

{And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga
If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas
Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite}

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Hard Knock Life (Dr. Evil Remix) - Lyrics - Dr. Evil

Title: Hard Knock Life (Dr. Evil Remix)
Artist: Dr. Evil
Composer(s): Charles Strouse, Cody (Par Lyric) Lutz, Mark James, Sean Carter, Martin Charnin, Robin (Par Lyric) Ruzan

Lyric:
Take the baseline out, uh huh
Jigga, uh huh uh huh uh huh, yeah

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

From standing on the corners boppin'
To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot where the smoke lock
Fleeing the murder scene
You know me well from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when ya'll niggas know me to bail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me ma I rubbing your tits and what not

I'm form the school of the hard knocks we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it 50-50, uh huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh huh
Let's sip the Crys and get pissy pissy
Flow imminently like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2
Ya'll niggas get ready

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

I flow for those droned out
All my niggas locked down in the 10 by 4 controlling the house
We live in hard knocks we don't take over, we bomb blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have 'em back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishing they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama
I put my money on the longshots all my ballers that's born to glock
Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not

I went from lukewarm to hot
Sleeping on guitars and cots, the king size, dream machine to grief
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down tight grill
I'm tight grill with the phony rappers you might feel we homeys
I'm like still you don't know me, shit
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving
I'm trying to murder everything moving, feel me

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef so logically I prey on my foes
Hustlin' still inside of me and as far as progress
You be hard pressed to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint and ya'll lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it till the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya nigga

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

It's the hard knock life
It's the hard knock life

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