As We Go Up, We Go Down - Lyrics - Guided By Voices

Title: As We Go Up, We Go Down
Artist: Guided By Voices
Composer(s): Robert E. Pollard Jr.

Lyric:
I can't terrorize, I see terror in your eyes
As we go up, we go down
I can't socialize, I'll be institutionalized
As we go up, we go down

And see the truth, yeah, is just a lie, oh
And see the truth, yeah, is just a lie, oh

I speak in monotone, "Leave my fuckin' life alone"
As we go up, we go down

As we go up, we go down
(And see the truth, yeah)
As we go up, we go down
(Is just a lie)

As we go up, we go down
(And see the truth, yeah)
As we go up, we go down
(Is just a lie)

As we go up, we go down
(And see the truth, yeah)
As we go up, we go down
(Is just a lie)
As we go up, we go down
(And see the truth, yeah)

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Un-Hunh! - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: Un-Hunh!
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Thomas Weisman, R Salas, Jason Phillips, E Simmons

Lyric:
Err, here we go again
Uh, un-hunh
Uh, un-hunh
Uh, un-hunh
Yeah, yo Kiss
What up dog?
These niggas running around here like they controlling this shit
No doubt
Let's show these niggas how to take hold of this shit
That's what I'm talkin' about baby
For real baby
Let's get it on

I only gave you the crown so I could shoot it off your fuckin' head
Y'all niggas fuckin' dead, you heard what the fuck I said
I talk shit 'cause I walk shit, start shit, New York shit
The hawk shit, spark shit, the dark shit
And it been that way, fuck how a nigga live it's gon' end that way
Niggas is part of a game that I don't play
Never catch dog carrying what I don't weigh

That's three 45's, one 38, 173 pounds straight out the gate
I don't hate, got no beef but knock a nigga off quick
And I'm mad like a bitch and a nigga with a soft dick
Get off this, fucking with X, but on some other shit
Why the fuck you fucking with X? You must be fucking with X
Go catch a chicken, fucking with me you gon' catch a whippen

Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again

Yo, yo look don't try to apologize on your two way
Sympathy don't amuse me, go get your Uzi
And let's make a real movie
Play bad guy and good guy till the hood die
Toast y'all cowards
Now I know the reason why Pac ain't really like most y'all cowards
I'ma show you how to swing the chrome for real
Dog this year we gon' bring it home for real

What you wanna bet the lama'll squash you
I been had a white fan base before the signing of Marshall
Boy Kiss is thorough, hit your girl
Put it all up her stomach till she earl
Y'all niggas ain't nice ya lucky
So fuck it, I'ma sell dope long as the price is lovely
And it ain't only the voice it's the bars of death
DMX and Jadakiss nigga guard ya chest

Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again

When is they getting off our dicks, them niggas is clowns
How many dogs you let go up, still getting down
Like 'face said, last of a dying breed
For stomach and I feed still trying to eat
Lead by greed that's when you fuck up
Y'all niggas gonna know when we hungry, you get stuck up
What's up? Fuck a nigga yelling
Y O motherfucker for real, yo Kiss tell 'em

Sheet could kill, stomp niggas out boot the grill
I'll give you a reason why I'm 'The Truth' for real
Niggas can't fuck with Kiss, I mean that
Had to stop eating red meat 'cause I ate too many Beanie-Macs
I'm not one of them niggas and since you so richeous
Don't make me send your ass to Ala quicker
Niggas gas you to force your hand
Realistically you just a worker and your boss is my man

Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again

Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again

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We Are The Ones - Lyrics - The Coup

Title: We Are The Ones
Artist: The Coup
Composer(s): Boots Riley

Lyric:
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed

I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale

Now philosophically you'd be opposed
To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
That you go eat a dick as employment froze

And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
Were there to bury me under the gravel

Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe, you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near

So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street C.E.O.
There was all of this hell well and not one hero

The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store, I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified

There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission

It's an equal division and then we go to prison
Which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen
And complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust

Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables

We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands, they can't sanitize

We're the have-nots but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin' 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up

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Round And Round - Lyrics - Dave Hollister

Title: Round And Round
Artist: Dave Hollister
Composer(s): Phalon Anton Alexander, Johnta M Austin, Teddy Alexander Bishop

Lyric:
Yo Dave
Uh, can we do it now
(Let's do it now)
Yeah
Noontime, Jazzee Pha, Teddy Bishop
Uh, like this, uh uh

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go

It's 2:00, the time is right
I'm in the mood for love tonight
So tell me girl, what do you like?
'Cause I wanna freak you if you don't mind

I can act a fool for you tonight
Girl let me freak your body
'Cause I'll freak it right
Baby, come inside

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go

It's 3:00, let's get it hype
I don't wanna stop 'til after 9
Pull up the sheets, turn out the lights
And turn around

If you really wanna do it right now
Let a nigga know if it's alright
(Let a nigga know it's alright)
If you really wanna do it right now
Let a nigga if it's alright

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go
Baby, tell me what you like
I can freak your body right

Make it hot
Jazzee Pha, come on now
Round and round, up and down
Makin' all them freaky sounds
You the finest thang around town
Let your playboy put it down

Meet me in the smoking lounge
(That's where they pass them thangs around)
I got a suite at the Swiss hotel
(Room 222, loud as hell)
It's cool baby, don't be scared
I ain't gonna let you bump your head
It's a lotta thangs left unsaid

As we can ride this squeaky bed
(Squeak, squeak)
Shorty freaky lil' somethin'
(Gonna make you wanna stay with me)
Don't you know that I can keep you coming
(Gonna make you wanna play with me)
Baby, play with me

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go

Round and round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows
Come inside, take off your clothes
Wanna sex you from your head to toe
Baby girl, here we go
...

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Here We Go - Lyrics - Kool Moe Dee

Title: Here We Go
Artist: Kool Moe Dee
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Moe Dewese, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

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Lyric:
Here we go
Come on

Yeah yeah
The word is out
Kool Moe Dee's in the house again
And here we go again

And word has it the brother's esoteric knowledge
Is a little too deep for the fans
So he gon' come this time with a simplified rhyme
Check it out

Around and around and around we go
People comin' to the jam to hear me flow
The live lyricist is here and it's so
I got a funky beat to let you know

Only real brothers wanna hear real rhymes
All the soft suckers want the nickel-and-dime
Candy-coated, sugar-coated bubblegum rap
Long as it's movin' on a funky track

My vocabulary's over their head
They can't understand a word I said
So I gotta come with the watered-down sound
With mediocre adjectives, verbs and nouns

Party people in the party only wanna dance
It's hard to rock a party when you're lyrically advanced
I tone down the lyrics, suppressed ego
Got a funky rhythm, now watch me go

Here we go
Come on
(Go go go go)
(Here we go again)
(Yeah, y'all come on)
(Here we go again)

Go with the flow? No, no, no
I am the brother that sets tempo
Intelligent, relevant, eloquent speakin'
You do the dancin', I'll do the freakin'

Some people wanna dance, some people wanna listen
Some people at the party only wanna hear the dissin'
My versatile styles, I'm able to adapt
You know I'm talkin' shit 'cause I'm all that

I drop science for the brothers on the street
Intellects get it, and others want the beat
The way they feel I could be erased
All they want is you to pump that bass

Rather than tryin' to change the times
They would rather me change my rhymes
A positive brother? Yeah, yeah, we know
But they would rather just watch me go

Here we go
Come on
(Go go go go)
(Here we go again)
(Yeah, y'all come on)
(Here we go again)

I am a brother, young, gifted and black
There's no need for the profane rap
I'm lyrically potent, very well versed
Some rappers can't rap and try to hide it with a curse

Money in the pocket, gold around the neck
Rings on every finger, boomin' system in effect
Tryin' to imitate, or better emulate
I can relate, but I rather innovate

Like the creator I love to create
Peace and love, conquerin' hate
I got a date with faith
To be known as the great

So all you sissy-soft suckers gainin' weight
Become irate, while the ladies irate
Infatuate, lust and mate, mental state, compensate
If I get too deep, then you won't relate

So now I gotta tone down the sound
'Cos I can pick the beat up and turn it around
Turn any jam to a political party
Raise your conscience and rock your body

If you can't relate, just clap your hands
Listen to the rhythm and do your dance
And I'll just party with the alter ego
Rock-the-body-body-body-body, here we go

Here we go
Come on
(Go go go go)
(Here we go again)
(Yeah, y'all come on)
(Here we go again)

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Here Comes Kane, Scoob &Amp; Scrap - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Here Comes Kane, Scoob &Amp; Scrap
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Color Me Badd Antonio Hardy, Osten Harvey, Ernest Kelley, Hamza Lee

Lyric:
Surprise, guess who's on the rise?
And competition, I'm takin', and breakin' 'em down to size
I operate around the clock like city bus
Never take five 'cause yo when you rest, you rust

Be advised, that I pack heat for beef
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin' out teeth
Twenty-one years young and I got the knack
(You got it!)
To attack and scoop girls like a set of jacks

Ruff rhymes that rag any rap herb
Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp curve
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track

Twice as nice, but smooth as silk
Somebody writin' for Scrap, is like givin' a cow milk
I release to make it hard for the fellas to cease
'Cause I'm the type to make noise, I don't make peace

Here's a new jack, ready to swing
And bring the hype type of freestyle rhyme for the crowd to sing
Some say there's a party but it looks like a job to Scrap
I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap

Me and [unverified], we run together through the city
The nitty gritty, always together like titties
By any chance that I do get burnt
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax return

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go

Move over to the side, let a slim brother wreck it
It's that Scoob Lover kid, so pull up a chair and check it
When I get wild like Heathcliff, or Dennis the Menace
It's like food to a fat man, finished

I bust your head like a apple
(A apple)
And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's Snapple
And wait around my way for your crew, who's next
'Cause I be lookin' out my window with a nine like Malcolm X

There's no comp, they all got stomped so
Dream on, dream away, well okay
And play like Shante and Have a Nice Day
I drop rhymes that go boom
(Boom)

And I can get funky like a high school locker room
Don't even think that I'm country country bamma
Scoob is hittin' harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer

I rock songs to make your grandmother dance
My rhymes are more together than a girl in biker pants
I'm never backed up, I never once had a fronter
Boy I get more beeps than a roadrunner

I never sweat the girls when it comes to a phone call
I got things sewn up tighter than a football
So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew
Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a damn thing new

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go

Here comes the Prince of Darkness ready to spark this
And show the people just who is the hardest
Ruff and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget
But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove, smoove

Rebel for wreck them rappers I dissect them
'Cause anything I say on the mic will affect them
(How?)
So bad, they gotta run for shelter
So rappers take flight like they work for Delta

They know I ain't havin' it, styles with no crab in it
Fakin' and flakin' it child, you're sadly mistakin'
'Cause who's a rapper here that Kane rip on the mic
And start flowin', yo yo yo, where you goin'?

That's how they flee from me, the B, the I-G
Damn man, you know my pedigree, huh
The gangsta, murdera, killa to ya
For sure endure to injure him or her

The breaker the taker money-maker never a faker
My lyrics are built like Schwarzenegger
So all my competition gets destroyed
You need to put your weak rhymes on steroid

For you to ever to press up on the mightiest man
to rip a show and flow, provin' that competition can't go
Because I do all, it's easy for you to fall
I move all rappers like my name was U-Haul

Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here we go y'all, here we go y'all
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap
And Mister Cee

Well it's the Kane
Bring me on, and ah
Scoob Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Scrap Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap Scrap Scrap

Well it's the Kane
Bring me on, and ah
Scoob Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Scrap Lover
Bring me on, and ah
Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap and Mister Cee

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It'S Time To Go - Lyrics - Blow The Whistle - Too $Hort

Title: It'S Time To Go
Album: Blow The Whistle
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Stewart Jordan, James Phillips, Craig Love, Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
It's time to go
It's time to go
It's time to go
It's time to go

The lights are on, the club is closed
You don't wanna leave 'cause you love the h***
Somethin' ain't right, you doin' bad tonight
You'll be all alone if you don't have a wife

'Cause these ladies ain't feelin' you
They don't wanna know what you can really do
They just wanna make you disappear
Get the f*** up out a b*** ear

Take that s*** back over there
Go away, she don't wanna know you, player
What you gotta say? Just like this
Loud as you can, say, "F*** that b***"

Five minutes ago, you was thinkin' would she
Roll out with you and give you some
I don't think that's goin' down
But you don't wanna go home now

(It's time to go)
Get up outta my face
You better get up outta my face
Get up outta my face
You need to get up outta my face

(It's time to go)
Get up outta my face
You better get up outta my face
Get up outta my face
You need to get up outta my face
(It's time to go)

You came to my house with a maxi pad
You goin' home in a taxi cab
No more limos, run the meter
We might need stitches, this one's a bleeder

Grab yo' s***, girl, it's time to go
You look good but you ain't my kind of h***
Another time on another day
We could hook up, make love and play

It really can't happen no other way
Girl, do you hear what a brotha say?
Don't leave anything in my room
I got another freak, she'll be here soon

She might not be as wild you
It's 4 A.M. and right now she'll do
She's not a super freak and she's not a h***
But when she gets here, you gotta go

(It's time to go)
Get up outta my face
You better get up outta my face
Get up outta my face
You need to get up outta my face

(It's time to go)
Get up outta my face
You better get up outta my face
Get up outta my face
You need to get up outta my face
(It's time to go)

We did what we did so let's do what we do
We had fun but now I'm through with you
I gotta run, I'll call you in a few days
I'll be back to get some more

'Cause you do it better than most
At this rate, we'll probably never be close
But that's okay 'cause that's not the mission
You could cheat on your man if you got permission

I'll give it to ya, I'll beat it so well
When we finished, we gotta leave the hotel
That's all, I'm the number one player
You can call or I'll see you somewhere

As long as we make this happen again
Yo' fine a*** sittin' back in the Benz
'Cause yours is the best, I must confess
But right now, it's time to get dressed

(It's time to go)
Get up outta my face
You better get up outta my face
Get up outta my face
You need to get up outta my face

(It's time to go)
Get up outta my face
You better get up outta my face
Get up outta my face
You need to get up outta my face
(It's time to go)

You need to get on up outta my face
You gotta go, it's time to go
You need to get on up outta my face
It's time to go, it's time to go

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An Apple A Day - Lyrics - Aquarius - Aqua

Title: An Apple A Day
Album: Aquarius
Artist: Aqua
Composer(s): Soren Rasted, Claus Norreen

Lyric:
You know an apple a day, won't keep the doctor away

Welcome to the cliches, welcome to the part
Where we wanna finish what we can't start
Come and get me
Just don't miss the water until the well is dry
You gotta learn walking after you can fly
Come and get me

What goes in, will get out
What goes up, comes right down
We go up, we go up, we go up

You know an apple a day, won't keep the doctor away
We're never taught what we teach and won't practice what we preach
You know an apple a day, won't keep my troubles away
Once bitten bye, bye all the cliches is here to die

Just eat all the people on your way up
'Cause they will eat your heart out on your way down
Come and get me
Start what you can't finish stick to what you can't
Life is here to help us get things out of hand
Come and get us

What goes in, will get out
What goes up, comes right down
We go up, we go up, we go up

You know an apple a day, won't keep the doctor away
We're never taught what we teach and won't practice what we preach
You know an apple a day, won't keep my troubles away
Once bitten bye, bye all the cliches is here to die

'Cause you are what you're eating
Don't stick to what's true
You are what you're eating
Let it come as it came
We are what we are, what's build up will fall
Do what you want and be happy, be happy, be happy

You know an apple a day, won't keep the doctor away
We're never taught what we teach and won't practice what we preach
You know an apple a day, won't keep my troubles away
Once bitten bye, bye all the cliches is here to die

'Cause you are what you're eating
Don't stick to what's true
You are what you're eating
Let it come as it came
We are what we are, what's build up will fall
Do what you want and be happy

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Unit - Poppin Dem Thangs - Lyrics - G

Title: Unit - Poppin Dem Thangs
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, David Brown, Michael Elizondo, Scott Storch, Andre Young

Lyric:
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs

After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out
I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stoute
Cut the grass around my crib so I could see these snakes
You see 'em back in the hood, it's cause I see they're fake

A preacher's son about the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar
I pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica and Mya
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shot up

Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up
I'm on now, goddamnit, I done came up, what?
Now you can find me with the finest hoes
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes

I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice, man
If I ain't got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife fam
Get out of line and I'm lightin' yo' ass up
Semi-automatics the way I tighten yo' ass up, what?

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs

Slow down punk nigga, don't exceed your speed
Cause I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro League
I got connects, I don't need no weed
I been in L.A. for a year now, so I don't see no seeds

After I'm done, you clap in a crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too
Yea, in a minute I'ma have the jeweler makin' my rims spin
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston

Nuttin' but bling-bling in your face, boy, that's why my neck shine
Like one of the shirts that Puffy and Mase wore
I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a broad
She had my balls, head first like a soccer star

You can only stand next to the man if you proper
That take care of birds like an animal doctor
I been out and buzzin', niggaz just slept on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs

Read the paper, look at the news, we on the front page
Yeah, we in the Bahamas with AKs on the stage
The ice in the Jacob watch'll make a broke nigga take somethin'
So I gotta keep the fo'-fifth with no safety button

G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starvin''
But play the game like they rich, to me they shit funny
I know you see me comin' 'cause on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those that hated on me

I hate when niggaz claim they bangin' or gang
You ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't no Blood like Game
See I been havin' beef, I got my own bulletproof vest
Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left

Until my last breath, I'm sendin' niggaz bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin' to be heroes
You know how we roll, everywhere that we go
It's fo-fo's, calicos, and desert eagles

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs

Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' dem thangs

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All Around - Lyrics - Five

Title: All Around
Artist: Five
Composer(s): Tim Woodcock, Richard Neville, Kenned

Lyric:
Gotta get up, just to get 'em down
We've been rockin' it all around, yeah

We've been all around the world, seen so many things
Tasted of the good things that life can bring
We're like brothers now, and that ain't gonna change, no way
And even when things go wrong, they're always by my side
We each bought a ticket for this ride

Only going one way, ain't no looking down
We'll be rockin' it all around, yeah

Gotta get up, just to get 'em down
Us Five boys are always gonna rock you
Hey, hey, we're movin' on now
All through the night, sing it now

Yeah, when the lights go down
Raise your hands if you got that feelin'
Hey, we've been rockin' it all around, yeah
Rockin' on, rockin' on all night
Rockin' on, rockin' on all night
Rockin' on, rockin' on all right, yeah

I remember all the times, all the laughter and the tears
Special little moments through all of the years
As the sands of time go by, we're older and we're wise, oh yeah
I never dreamed we'd come this far, we remember who we are
Guess we've been guided by a lucky star

Only going one way, ain't no looking down
We'll be rockin' it all around, yeah

Gotta get up, just to get 'em down
Us Five boys are always gonna rock you
Hey, hey, we're movin' on now
All through the night, sing it now

Yeah, when the lights go down
Raise your hands if you got that feelin'
Hey, we've been rockin' it all around, yeah
Rockin' on, rockin' on all night, oh, all through the night
Rockin' on, rockin' on all night

Yeah, when the lights go down
Raise your hands if you got that feelin'
We've been rockin' it all around

We've been all around the world
We each bought a ticket for this ride
Only going one way, ain't no looking down
We've been rockin' it all around, yeah

Gotta get up, just to get 'em down
Us Five boys are always gonna rock you
Hey, hey, we're movin' on now
All through the night, sing it now

Yeah, when all the lights go down
Raise your hands if you got that feelin'
Hey, we've been rockin' it all around, yeah

Gotta get up, just to get 'em down
Us Five boys are always gonna rock you
Hey, hey, we're movin' on now
All through the night, sing it now

Yeah, when the lights go down
Raise your hands if you got that feelin'
Hey, we've been rockin' it all around, yeah

Gotta get up, just to get 'em down
Us Five boys are always gonna rock you

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Unit - Poppin' Them Thangs - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Poppin' Them Thangs
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Christopher Lloyd, David Brown, Michael Elizondo, Scott Storch, Andre Young

Lyric:
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah

After the V.M.A.'s my baby Momma cuss my ass out
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
I cut the grass around my click so I can see these sneaks
You see back in the hood that's 'cuz I see they fake
I preach the sermon 'bout the paper like creflo dollar
I'll pop you punk niggas like I pop my colla
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica, and Mya
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shot up
Now take a look at how my life style changed up
I'm on now god damn it I done came up
Now you can find me with the finest ho's
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice man
If I ain't gotta pistol on me, I'll be sure I got a knife man
Get outta line and I'll lighten yo ass up
Semi automatic spray I'll tighten yo ass up, yeah

Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can front if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah

Slow down little nigga don't exceed your speed
'Cuz I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro League
I got connects so I don't need no weed
I've been in L.A. for a year now so I don't see no seeds
After I'm done clappin' ya crew
Hell yeah I fuck fans, guess what? Your favorite rapper does too
In a minute, imma add a jewel for makin' my rims spin
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans at Kingston
Nothin' but bling bling in yo face boy
That's why my neck shine like one of the shirts
That Puffy and Mase wore
I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
I take care of birds like an animal doctor
I've been out and buzzin' niggas just stepped on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins

Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can front if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah

Look at the paper, look at the news we on the front page
We in the Bahama's with A.K.'s on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch will make a broke nigga take somethin'
So I have to keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit gettin' money, I know some artists that starvin'
Who play the game like they rich, to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin', 'cause on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin? a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop, you ain't no blood like gang
See I?ve been having beef, I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I?m sendin? niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin? to be heroes
You know how we roll every where that we go
It?s fo? fos?, calicos, and desert eagles

Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
Nigga what? Nigga what?
We hold it down like we s'posed to
Nigga you can fuck if you want we be poppin' them thangs
Yeah

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As I Come Back - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: As I Come Back
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Chad Hugo, James Jr. Jackson, J Davis, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Pharrell Williams, P Jackson, Trevor Smith, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
Here we come yo, here we go
What's goin' on now?
Here we come yo, here we go
What's goin' on now?
Here we come yo, here we go
What's goin' on now?
Here we come yo, here we go

Busta Rhymes nigga, here we go
Flipmode nigga, here we go
Neptunes nigga, here we go
Once again my niggas, here we go

Guess who's back in town
Bitches get on the dance floor and pull ya shit on doownnah
From miles around
I been fuckin' bitches up and flip a brand new soundraah
The most hot shit all around
So hot it make a bitch wanna give me a poundraah

Huh, fall on the ground, come on
Roll up a backwood and stay steamin the brrownraah
The way we comin' to town
See we controllin' the fort now, nigga give me the crrownraah
Talk that shit to me girl, arrah, wha you say, arrah

Strip for me, I got the camcorder shorty make a flick for mearrah
And how wide ya ass get split for mearrah
See how we makin' you black
And from the party and we keep the D.J bringin' it back
I'm sayin'

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

What we gon do in two thousand two?
Even though we havin' fun in two thousand oneraah
Stay strapped, grippin' my gun
Whippin' in the truck, packed with bitches stackin' my onerrah
And while we wylin' in fun
All of my bitches show me ya ass and rep where you fromraah

Come on, arrah, cuttin' it down
In such a way we make police come and shuttin' it downrraah
I hope you see how we takin' it there
And while we at it motherfucker throw ya hands in the airraah
Valet parkin' the car
While we up in the club buyin' every drink in the barraah

We givin' you this shit, come on
We showin' niggas how we always flip the script come onrraah
Back off, get out my face
And everytime we come through nigga, give me my space
I'm sayin'

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, arrah

For my dogs we be keepin it raw
But bitches be gasin' a nigga, please give me some moreraah
They way you be shakin' ya shit to the floorrah, damn, arrah
I'ma give it to you mami for sure
And if you couldn't take it then what is you fuckin' me forrah?
Ya'll niggas know how to act
And when we arrive niggas know we come to pushin' shit back
I'm sayin'

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga

Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man, uh
Pardon me, uh, as I come back, arrah

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Go Baby - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Go Baby
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Demarco Lamonte Castle, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Rudolph Loyola Lopez

Lyric:
Where my ladies at? I say where my ladies at?
Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at
And for you baby, I'll be your maniac
Hey, hey, hey, hey

And you don't have to worry about nothin'
'Cause every time I see you, baby you'll be rollin' with me
Oh I'll be on the side lines rootin' for my dime
Holdin' up my sign and it say

Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby

There my lady at, I say there my lady at
That's my honey, if I giver her money
She ain't gotta pay me back
No you ain't gotta pay me back
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I'll forever give my love
'Cause when I'm down you always put a smile on me
And when all my strengths up and I'm about to give up
And I need a lift up, I'll hear you say

Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby

She loves me, she loves me more
A more means she's a shore, she adores me
Even when it's up and down like sea-saw
Surely we can start from scratch like default

When they say your not my baby like Maury
You can tell 'em that they tellin' a story
Testify like you're tellin' a jury
And I'll repeat like it you said it before me

We undefeated like a veteran army
And we as heavy as an elephant aren't we?
Let's take 'em to a zoo or better yet a safari
Women let me ding like the fella from Masai

Now we go back like a set of Atari
From baby fat to skeletons darlin'
Me starin' you what it says in the marque
So let's go give 'em a show all my honkers say

Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby

You're my sure fire, superstar, sure shy
Firecracker, extravaganza, fantastic
Super size, extra cheese, you best believe

You're my sure fire, superstar, sure shy
Firecracker, extravaganza, fantastic
Super size, extra cheese, yes indeed

Where my ladies at? I say where my ladies at?
Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at
And for you baby, I'll be your maniac
Hey, hey, hey, hey

And you don't have to worry about nothin'
'Cause every time I see you, baby you'll be rollin' with me
Oh I'll be on the side lines, rootin' for my dime
Holdin' up my sign and it say

Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby
Go baby, go baby, go baby, go baby

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Get Loose - Lyrics - Christina Milian

Title: Get Loose
Artist: Christina Milian
Composer(s): Daniel Nixon, Delisha Thomas, Rodney Roy Jerkins

Lyric:
Uh
You feel me?
Darkchild
Dresden
Uh
Christina Milian
3, 2, 1
Let's go

Whether you're windin' it, grindin' it
Or straight twerkin' it
I don't care as long as you're workin' it
Ride the vibes until you get into it
I guarantee for sure you'll be lovin' it
Whether you came alone to leave with someone
Or with your crew to party 'till the night is done
Do your thang ain't nobody stoppin' you
It's whatever all I want for you to do is

Close your eyes and just groove
Don't stand there, come on move
Don't be afraid to let go
Let the music take control
If you come here to have a good time
Leave all your troubles behind
Wave your hands and get live
This is the place and now is the time

Get loose tonight, we get down
Tearin' up 'till the place shut down
Get loose, it's time to get loud
Fell the bass boomin', movin' the crowd
Get loose, let it go
Quit standin' around and get on the floor
Everybody grab somebody, here we go
We revvin' up the party, act like ya know

Ain't no need for fightin'
Or catchin' some kinda attitude
Check that mess before you step in the room
Let it go, remember what you came to do
While the D.J. spins it on the one and twos
Get busy, get jiggy, whatever works for you
Whether tipsy or sober that's up to you
But before the night's over, I'm tellin' you
To enjoy yourself all you need to do is

Close your eyes and just groove
Don't stand there come on move
Don't be afraid to let go
Let the music take control
If you come here to have a good time
Leave all your troubles behind
Wave your hands and get live
This is the place and now is the time

Get loose tonight, we get down
Tearin' up til' the place shut down
Get loose, it's time to get loud
Fell the bass boomin', movin' the crowd
Get loose, let it go
Quit standin' around and get on the floor
Everybody grab somebody, here we go
We revvin' up the party, act like ya know

Now that you're on the floor
I know that you're wanting more
The music's taking over you
Show me what you're gonna do
Too late, you can't hide it
I can see it's in you
And you feel the need to let it go

Get loose tonight, we get down
Tearin' up 'till the club shut down
Get loose, it's time to get loud
Fell the bass boomin', movin' the crowd
Get loose, let it go
Quit standin' around and get on the floor
Everybody grab somebody, here we go
We revvin' up the party, act like ya know

Get loose tonight, we get down
Tearin' up 'till the place shutdown
Get loose, it's time to get loud
Fell the bass boomin', movin' the crowd
Get loose, let it go
Quit standin' around and get on the floor
Everybody grab somebody, here we go
We revvin' up the party, act like ya know

Boom

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All About You - Lyrics - My Heart - Donell Jones

Title: All About You
Album: My Heart
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): George Brown, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Donell Jones, Alton Taylor, Dennis Thomas, Edward O Iii Ferrell, Robert Mickens, Darren Lighty, Richard Westfield

Lyric:
You probably crooked as the last trick
Wanna laugh about how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch?
Thinking I had her but she had me in the long run
Its just my luck I'm stuck fuckin with wrong one, uh
Wise decisions based on lies we living
Skandalous times is games like my religion
You could be rolling with a thug
Instead you with this sweet scrub
Looking for some love
In every club, I see you standing like you want it
Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumping in walls as I pause
Addicted to the fast life
I try to holler but you tell me you're taken
Sayin you aint impressed with the money I'm make
Guess its true what they telling me
Fresh out of jail lights hell for a black celebrity
So that the reason why I call
And maybe you with it
Fantasies of the sweatin
Can I hit it? (hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do
Its still true what I'm saying boo
'Cause this is all about you

Every other city we go
Every other video
(Its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Every other city we go
Every other video
(Its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

I'll make a promise if ya go with me
Just let me know, I'll have you hollering
My name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga
I only hang out with the criminals and the drug dealers
I love niggas
'Cause we coming from the same place
Witness me holler at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa
And I dont even care
Creep though
Weed smokes in the air
Everywhere I go, its all about the groupie hoes
Waiting for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen ya in my friends video
Never put you on my friends so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that im going through
Its all about you
(Yea nigga, its all about you)

Every other city we go
Every other video
(Its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Every other city we go
Every other video
(Its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Is you sick from the dick or is it the flu?
It aint about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think its all about you?
Well, boo, I gets down like dru and my nasty new niggas , too
You couldn't hold me back
It'll take a fatter track, a lyrical attack
When I started to snaps all your?
Straight in control
?Flows are full?
Why hold a cold stroll?
Coldest set
I told you im as gold
And thats a gold diggin
Cold diggn a?
I slide in easily try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts I came to fuck
Try skeezin me runnin up in this
Its like houdini when I bend ya the most
I fuck a btich from the West coast to West Virginia

Every other city we go
Every other video
(Its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Every other city we go
Every other video
(Its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Every other city we go
Every other video
(Its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

Every other city we go
Every other video
(Its all about you)
No matter where I go
I see the same hoe

(You know what I'm saying?)

Every other city we go
I see the same hoes
In the studio, that kickin it in the video
Its gotta be the same ass and thighs
But you's a groupie baby, and dont look surpised
I can see it in your eyes, that you aint nothing but a trick
Hanging with us, for some superstar dick
Want an autograph placed on her napkin
After she asks aint you the top dogg and dont you be rappin?
She know whats crackin
Peep shows like luke
From the limos, down to the lexus coupes
We be flossin, and all females love that
Expecially when you're dope, platinum, and you own?
So when I met you
I really didnt have to say much
Cause me alone
Just made you want to taste and touch
Dont be trippin if I run up in you and your whole crew
Ima still let you know girl, that its all about you

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Beat Up On Yo Pads - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Beat Up On Yo Pads
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Desmond Travis, Denaun M Porter, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Who ride? We ride
Who ride? We ride
Who ride? We ride

On three, we ride
One, two, three, we ride
One, two, three, we ride
One, two, three, we ride
Mr. Porter

Beat up on yo pads
C'mon little homie, go on and beat up on yo pads
Yeah, beat up on yo pads
Steelers, Steelers

Yeah, beat up on yo pads
C'mon little homie, go on and beat up on yo pads
You love football? Well, beat up on yo pads
If you down with Snoop Dogg, go on and beat up on yo pads

All my little homies, beat up on yo pads
C'mon little homie, go on and beat up on yo pads
If you're runnin' the ball then speed up on 'em fast
Ain't no need to play with 'em, go on beat up on yo pads

They bang every Saturday and Sunday, loc
SYFL, man, it ain't no joke
Helmets and shoulder pads, ain't no bulletproof vests
See ain't too many options on the Wild Wild West

So I've been blessed, so I guess that I can give back
Football in the hood, dog, you dig that?
I brought the demos back and that's just one
I'm in Pomona with the Steelers, come and get some

Want some bad enough, take it
Them runningbacks dippin', cuttin' and shakin'
You ain't gettin' none
Inside out, hit the eight gap
I love it when they say that, ?Who's house??

C house, G house, P house, D house
Well, we house wherever we go, blowin' 'em out
Lettin' 'em know, never know that you could shine
It's all for the kids and plus they havin' a good time

And as long as I live
I'ma stay doin' positive and helpin' the kids
So when you see me on the football field
"I need to holla at you, Doggy Dogg", homie, chill

Now what you need to do is read up on my past
'Fore I have my little homies go and beat up on yo ***
Matter 'fact, little homie, go and beat up on yo pads
Show 'em how we get out ball on, beat up on yo pads

Yeah, go on and beat up on yo pads
All my little homies, go ahead and beat up on yo pads
If you a ball player, then beat up on yo pads
SYFL, homie, beat up on yo pads

Yeah, go on and beat up on yo pads
All my little homies, go on and beat up on yo pads
Aw yeah, beat up on yo pads
Ain't nuttin' to it but to do it, beat up on yo pads, pads

Yeah, go on and beat up on yo pads
C'mon little homie, go on and beat up on yo pads
Celebratin', just beat up on yo pads
All in together now, just beat up on yo pads

Yeah, go on and beat up on yo pads
All you football players, go on and beat up on yo pads
All in together now, c'mon y'all
Go on beat up on yo, beat up on yo, beat up on yo pads, pads

For all my little homies in the Snoop Youth Football League
Yeah, you know Coach Snoop love y'all
Ain't nuttin' to it but to do it

For all my future NFL stars, yeah from the SYFL to high school
On to college, on to the big leagues, that's what it does
Yeah, for the kids, man, it's for the kids, man
It's for the kids, hold on hold, back up

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Scenario - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Scenario
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Ali Jones-Muhammad, Kamall Fareed, Malik Taylor, James Jackson, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

Aiyyo Bo knows this
(What?)
And Bo knows that
(What?)
But Bo don't know jack ?cause Bo can't rap
Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg is first up to bat
No batteries included and no strings attached

No holds barred, no time for move fakin?
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe

So sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm vexed, fumin?, I've had it up to here
My days of payin? dues are over, acknowledge we is in there
(Yeah!)

Head for the border, go get a taco
I'll be wreckin? from the jump street, meanin? from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard and act like you know

Yes yes y'all
(Yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all
(Tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all
(Live y'all!)
Inside, outside, come around
(Who's that?)
Brown!

Some may, I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates
(Contact!)
Can I get a hit?
(Hit!)

Boom bit with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East Coast stompin?, rippin? and rompin?
New York, North Cak-a-laka and Compton

Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down

For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario?

(True blue!)
Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that smother dancefloors
Now I go for mine, shave the seashore

Ship-shape, crushed Grapes, Apes that play tapes
Papes make drakes, baked for the wakes
Of an L-ah, an E-ah, simply just a leader
Bass in his face means peace see ya later

Later
(Later!)
Later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater
So yo the D, what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound?
(Oh!)

It?s a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here
(Here!)
Never on the left ?cause my right's my good ear
(Ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime so I ain't no criminal

I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test the water little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked
Then they rebuked and you had to smack
Causin? rambunction throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear
You know I did it

So don't violate or you get violated
The hip hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario

Watch as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact, boom, from the cannon
Not braggin?, try an' read my mind just imagine

Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin? into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital stew like the one Peter Tosh-a

Uh uh uh, all over the track, man
Uh, pardon me, uh, as I come back
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron

Roaw roaw like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers ?cause your pants are saggin?
Try to step to this I will twist you in a turban
And have you smellin? rank like some old stale urine

Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kickin?
Yo, bustin? out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme
The rhythm is in sync
(Uh!)
The rhymes are on time
(Time!)

Rippin? up the sound just like a radio
Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?

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