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Thursday, August 5, 2010

20 Dollar Bills - Lyrics - Starflyer 59

Title: 20 Dollar Bills
Artist: Starflyer 59
Composer(s): Jason James Martin

Lyric:
When you're done with the run
I wanna take your height
Like everybody else
Who knows you're coming back

By luring all your friends
With a never ending light
Not 20 dollar bills
That never change your life
That never change your life

When you're done with the run
I wanna take your height
Like everybody else
With a double-decker house

By luring all your friends
With a never ending light
Not 20 dollar bills
That never change your life
That never change your life

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Smokin' Dro - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Smokin' Dro
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Taheed Epps, Ed Greene, Arbie Wilson

Lyric:
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down
When ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around
You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip
When we started choppin' O's off in this empty apartment

See I was, standin' in the track, and my back is the target
With a hammer on my side lookin' like I'm layin' carpets
See you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin' like this cable
On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur

See I'm ridin' and I'm blowin' on twenty dollar bills
'Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here
Stayin' true to the prestige and the economic status
I still stacked 100 G's stayin' in my momma's attic

Stackin' under Kraft-matics, Willie sleepin' on the cheese
See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's
And I'm ridin' in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley
On the block, with the top back, blowin' out that booty up

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

You know I-20 ridin' Regal's - cuttin' cutters
Since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit
A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin' pretty
If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin' Tity

On my system knock so loud, they call the cops on me
Ladies show that ass proud, and make it drop for me
This is how a nigga ride, in A.T.L.
And if the twelve drop pull me over, I hide the scales

Blowin' dro out the song booth, with windows tinted
Ridin' clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it
Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window
Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, armed when they in [Incomprehensible]

I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala
Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow
Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it
When it comes to that ridin' and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

Yo, gotta get that monkey off my back, sir
I'm smokin' dro and choppin' O's up in my 'llac, sir
Where the fuck you at when them little bitty animals attack, sir?
I'm in the trap and when I get caught up in a rap-ture relax, sir

It's like cata-racts to me, ac-tually it has to be
A fac-tory of smoke and clouds I'm chok-in proud
And Rhap-sody, the sack of trees is wrote and now
So pot-ent now the track is squeezed

So clap and be happy to be nappy and snappin'
Just keep on rappin' but nobody comes af-ter me
One hit from the blunt then I stop drop, roll
Really really wanna fuck with the glock, glock? No

They so simple better hit that block, slow
On yo' mark, get get ready, set, go
You could watch this Georgia tech' blow
If I don't get some of that wet wet wet wet dro

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

I'M A Hustla - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: I'M A Hustla
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Shawn Carter, Kaseem Dean, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
N***, ask about me, n*** ask about me
N***, ask about me, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

This for all my n*** that's goin' through the struggle
That's on the grind, all my n*** that ever had to hustle
To get at a dollar, this for y'all, man
Personality change, man, the Kid, Cassidy, this for the hood

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I got the product, narcotics for the customers, homey
Fiends open, they be smokin' like a muffler, homey
N*** phoney, so I only got a couple of homies

If you a hustler, I could, I could f*** wit you, homey
You spend a couple of bucks, I'll stay in touch with you, homey
I get money, I get 20 a K
I got 20 strips, all doin' 20 a day, ay

I get cake from buds an' haze, I'm makin' dubs
They hatin' 'cause I'm on the grind like I'm makin' love
Wit cops, got the block hot like a Jamaican clubs
Cop, wait, wait for a drought an' then I make a flood

Try to take my cake, you gon' take a slug
But you can take my information, if you takin' drugs
'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug
I'm a hustla, I can sell salt to a slug, 'cause

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

I'm married to the game, same bride just a new groom
I do more then just do tunes
'Cause my bills come in too soon, my son gon' be two soon
Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon

But I'm gettin' my dough from doin' shows
I made more dough on the grind than goin' gold
That's why I stay fly an' I'm flagin' on hoes
Floss is so cool, in Austin, no shoes

Just a rubber band on my wrist, no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool
I know the rules an' I ain't got time for it
But a n*** will shine when it's time for it

An' they will hate you, deal with the real cake
An' they on the corner from mornin' to real late
I deal weight an' if you bastards doubt me
I'm a hustla, ask about, ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

Yeah, paid, you got saved, don't be spendin' the change
In fifth grade, I was hustlin' my Genesis games
I was dumb young, sellin' chewin' gum to my classmates
On the cash chase, movin' at a fast pace

Never been a dummy, never did what the dummies do
So I had a mill' to burn before I turned 22
'More Money, More Problems' is true
Because the more money I make, the more problems for you

Yeah, I used dude voice, props to the boy Shawn
He made it a hot line, I made a hot song
So, stop drawin', man, you got to respect it
I'm the best Swizz, got it perfected

Don't mess wit C A double S I D Y
'Cause I became the best when B I G died
The Kid do it big like P U N
'Cause I'm nice P A C with the P E N an'

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

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I'M A Hustler - Lyrics - Cassidy

Title: I'M A Hustler
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Shawn Carter, Kaseem Dean, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
N***, ask about me, n*** ask about me
N***, ask about me, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

This for all my n*** that's goin' through the struggle
That's on the grind, all my n*** that ever had to hustle
To get at a dollar, this for y'all, man
Personality change, man, the Kid, Cassidy, this for the hood

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I got the product, narcotics for the customers, homey
Fiends open, they be smokin' like a muffler, homey
N*** phoney, so I only got a couple of homies

If you a hustler, I could, I could f*** wit you, homey
You spend a couple of bucks, I'll stay in touch with you, homey
I get money, I get 20 a K
I got 20 strips, all doin' 20 a day, ay

I get cake from buds an' haze, I'm makin' dubs
They hatin' 'cause I'm on the grind like I'm makin' love
Wit cops, got the block hot like a Jamaican clubs
Cop, wait, wait for a drought an' then I make a flood

Try to take my cake, you gon' take a slug
But you can take my information, if you takin' drugs
'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug
I'm a hustla, I can sell salt to a slug, 'cause

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

I'm married to the game, same bride just a new groom
I do more then just do tunes
'Cause my bills come in too soon, my son gon' be two soon
Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon

But I'm gettin' my dough from doin' shows
I made more dough on the grind than goin' gold
That's why I stay fly an' I'm flagin' on hoes
Floss is so cool, in Austin, no shoes

Just a rubber band on my wrist, no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool
I know the rules an' I ain't got time for it
But a n*** will shine when it's time for it

An' they will hate you, deal with the real cake
An' they on the corner from mornin' to real late
I deal weight an' if you bastards doubt me
I'm a hustla, ask about, ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

Yeah, paid, you got saved, don't be spendin' the change
In fifth grade, I was hustlin' my Genesis games
I was dumb young, sellin' chewin' gum to my classmates
On the cash chase, movin' at a fast pace

Never been a dummy, never did what the dummies do
So I had a mill' to burn before I turned 22
'More Money, More Problems' is true
Because the more money I make, the more problems for you

Yeah, I used dude voice, props to the boy Shawn
He made it a hot line, I made a hot song
So, stop drawin', man, you got to respect it
I'm the best Swizz, got it perfected

Don't mess wit C A double S I D Y
'Cause I became the best when B I G died
The Kid do it big like P U N
'Cause I'm nice P A C with the P E N an'

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I'M A Hustla - (Remix) - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: I'M A Hustla - (Remix)
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Shawn Carter, Kaseem Dean, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
N***, ask about me, n*** ask about me
N***, ask about me, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

This for all my n*** that's goin' through the struggle
That's on the grind, all my n*** that ever had to hustle
To get at a dollar, this for y'all, man
Personality change, man, the Kid, Cassidy, this for the hood

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I got the product, narcotics for the customers, homey
Fiends open, they be smokin' like a muffler, homey
N*** phoney, so I only got a couple of homies

If you a hustler, I could, I could f*** wit you, homey
You spend a couple of bucks, I'll stay in touch with you, homey
I get money, I get 20 a K
I got 20 strips, all doin' 20 a day, ay

I get cake from buds an' haze, I'm makin' dubs
They hatin' 'cause I'm on the grind like I'm makin' love
Wit cops, got the block hot like a Jamaican clubs
Cop, wait, wait for a drought an' then I make a flood

Try to take my cake, you gon' take a slug
But you can take my information, if you takin' drugs
'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug
I'm a hustla, I can sell salt to a slug, 'cause

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

I'm married to the game, same bride just a new groom
I do more then just do tunes
'Cause my bills come in too soon, my son gon' be two soon
Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon

But I'm gettin' my dough from doin' shows
I made more dough on the grind than goin' gold
That's why I stay fly an' I'm flagin' on hoes
Floss is so cool, in Austin, no shoes

Just a rubber band on my wrist, no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool
I know the rules an' I ain't got time for it
But a n*** will shine when it's time for it

An' they will hate you, deal with the real cake
An' they on the corner from mornin' to real late
I deal weight an' if you bastards doubt me
I'm a hustla, ask about, ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

Yeah, paid, you got saved, don't be spendin' the change
In fifth grade, I was hustlin' my Genesis games
I was dumb young, sellin' chewin' gum to my classmates
On the cash chase, movin' at a fast pace

Never been a dummy, never did what the dummies do
So I had a mill' to burn before I turned 22
'More Money, More Problems' is true
Because the more money I make, the more problems for you

Yeah, I used dude voice, props to the boy Shawn
He made it a hot line, I made a hot song
So, stop drawin', man, you got to respect it
I'm the best Swizz, got it perfected

Don't mess wit C A double S I D Y
'Cause I became the best when B I G died
The Kid do it big like P U N
'Cause I'm nice P A C with the P E N an'

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Anthem - Lyrics - Cassidy

Title: The Anthem
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Shawn Carter, Kaseem Dean, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
N***, ask about me, n*** ask about me
N***, ask about me, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

This for all my n*** that's goin' through the struggle
That's on the grind, all my n*** that ever had to hustle
To get at a dollar, this for y'all, man
Personality change, man, the Kid, Cassidy, this for the hood

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I got the product, narcotics for the customers, homey
Fiends open, they be smokin' like a muffler, homey
N*** phoney, so I only got a couple of homies

If you a hustler, I could, I could f*** wit you, homey
You spend a couple of bucks, I'll stay in touch with you, homey
I get money, I get 20 a K
I got 20 strips, all doin' 20 a day, ay

I get cake from buds an' haze, I'm makin' dubs
They hatin' 'cause I'm on the grind like I'm makin' love
Wit cops, got the block hot like a Jamaican clubs
Cop, wait, wait for a drought an' then I make a flood

Try to take my cake, you gon' take a slug
But you can take my information, if you takin' drugs
'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug
I'm a hustla, I can sell salt to a slug, 'cause

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

I'm married to the game, same bride just a new groom
I do more then just do tunes
'Cause my bills come in too soon, my son gon' be two soon
Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon

But I'm gettin' my dough from doin' shows
I made more dough on the grind than goin' gold
That's why I stay fly an' I'm flagin' on hoes
Floss is so cool, in Austin, no shoes

Just a rubber band on my wrist, no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool
I know the rules an' I ain't got time for it
But a n*** will shine when it's time for it

An' they will hate you, deal with the real cake
An' they on the corner from mornin' to real late
I deal weight an' if you bastards doubt me
I'm a hustla, ask about, ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

Yeah, paid, you got saved, don't be spendin' the change
In fifth grade, I was hustlin' my Genesis games
I was dumb young, sellin' chewin' gum to my classmates
On the cash chase, movin' at a fast pace

Never been a dummy, never did what the dummies do
So I had a mill' to burn before I turned 22
'More Money, More Problems' is true
Because the more money I make, the more problems for you

Yeah, I used dude voice, props to the boy Shawn
He made it a hot line, I made a hot song
So, stop drawin', man, you got to respect it
I'm the best Swizz, got it perfected

Don't mess wit C A double S I D Y
'Cause I became the best when B I G died
The Kid do it big like P U N
'Cause I'm nice P A C with the P E N an'

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me

I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
N*** ask a, n***, n*** ask about me
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Rock Co. Cane Flow - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Rock Co. Cane Flow
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Paul Greedus, Kelvin Mercer, Jake One, David J Jolicoeur, Ecama Vincent Lamont Mason, Daniel Thompson

Lyric:
Up in them five star tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without sayin' a producer's name all over the track

Yeah, I said it, what you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we them medics
Alphabetically stuck on that English shit
Knock it, knock it before we pour that
Sure shot more Rock Co. Kane flow

From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up

He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco

And still owe the bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose ski with a fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar, ya heard? Holla

Broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up, it's a stick up

Now put your blix up
These Riddick Bowe cuts, is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller

Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth

Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like, Toucan Sam an' 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace

String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules, bro
You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his Impulse like Yugo

You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We, De La to the death, or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed

They say the good die young, so I added some
Bad ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein' hot
It's about if you can handle bein' cold or not

And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it

And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, so amazin' are
The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin'
Hey, your lady's winkin', I think you need to control that
Or I have to hold that

The elements are airborne, I smell the success
Yo, let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread man
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips

Sippin' broads like 7 Up, so refreshing
I think I'll pop these verses like first dates to birthdates
September 2 1, 1 9, 6 8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Flim Flam (Interlude) - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Flim Flam (Interlude)
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Patrick Brown, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Ey ey ey, watsup man I
I got these gold chains
Fourteen K, eighty dollars
Got, ey, 'fore you say anything
I got 'em off these white folks
In Buck Heaton, fourteen K

Man naw I don't need no chains man
I no need naw, I'm I'm straight
Naw check them eighty dollars worth
Fourteen karat gold
Is what I'm trying to tell ya now
Look now look, check it out

Man what nigga
You tryin' to play me some fool or somethin'?
Some shit I really don't need
I said fourteen mothafuckin' K
White folks in bank hittin' Buck Heaton man
Go on man, go on, go on nigga

That's a mothafuckin' pimp, nigga what's up?
Man, holla at a nigga man, eighty dollars
For this fourteen karat gold chain man what it is
No man I ain't got it
I'll give you a sack, nigga, what's up with that
I'll give you a fuckin' sack

A sack? Nigga say beens
I want greens, bills, divideens
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Recognize eighty dollar, fourteen K
Man, get the hell on nigga

Alright, alright well just give me
Hold on man, don't give me a sack man
I go, I'll did go sell it to a nigga 'bout 20 dollars then

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Gutter Shit - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc - Ice Cube

Title: The Gutter Shit
Album: War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Terrell Anderson, O'Shea Jackson, James Savage, Terry Gray, Marcus Moore

Lyric:
I've been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play for it your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you all
Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'all
We can ride to this kinda shit and bank them all
Nigga ball till you fall, motherfucker that's all

Can't none of y'all hang with me puttin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to church
Nowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paid
But can't even make a good thang of Kool-aid

But chicken heads get chicken feed
Lil' dick and weed
Everything that a chicken need
Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris Rock

Make a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox
(Bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags s-s-stutter

There is a lethal in the gas chamber
I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house
But you still in for some danger
And when I'm thru, I take your bitch and fingerbang her
But if she looks tossed up, I'll slang her

Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
'Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equipped to rip any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
But they put me in the twist like Trump

I can collapse or puncture the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word
Unnerve then he done, 20/20 ain't good enough
Rappers ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me

Caution keep MC's out of my reach, I'm on a mission
And be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physician
Immediately, I puts it down at a show
(Jay-O)
But looked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(Keep it gangsta)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(Keep it gangsta)

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich
(What?)
Lyin' 'bout they bitch
(What?)
Lyin' 'bout they dick
(What?)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits
(Huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they whips
(Huh?)
Lyin' 'bout they six
(Yeah)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes
(Brrrmph)
Lyin' 'bout they hoes
(Uhh)
Lyin' 'bout they rows
(Uhh)

I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house
(Punk)
Lyin' about they clout
(Yeah)
Lyin' up in they mouth
(Yeah yeah)

It's the Maharaji, my niggas kamikaze
Illuminaughty, bitch hoes in they body
We the riders, we push like Maseratis
Do karates on haters, and you hotties

Fuck the party, come on, my niggas focus
We the richest, pretend that we the brokest
Niggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotas
We the coldest, so go and tell the rollers
(Bitch)

Who dat? Next out the game in blue khaks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way

I'm on grates when I'm grindin'
I'm on steaks when I'm dinnin'
And on Sunday's on the wine
Is you can't calm the savage beast
(Never)
And I can make your birds rise like geese

K-Mac tell 'em, you sell 'em, I swell 'em, loc
(Swell 'em loc)
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture
(Fish scale)
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only a few niggas left with this love mang

So we cop together
(Yeah)
Put it in the beeker
Rock together
(Uhh)
Claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga
(Brrph)

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Squeek Rule
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dog, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money
(Tell 'em)
Buzzin' like a bee 'cuz I crave for the honey

Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to lie ta kick it
I know you knows
(Uhh)
'Cuz now my decimals
(Yep)
Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose

Your eyes full of gleem
(Brrmph)
You wanna get on my team and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what I'm boastin'
Hit the three wheel motion, I'm the shit when I'm coastin'
(Uh huh)

Down the boulevard, flossin' hard
Lights hit the chrome, dog I'm lickin' like a movie star
Money makes me a savage
(What it do?)
Shit, I break down the world for the cabbage
(Squeek Rule)

Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
(All my life)

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit

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