Never Missin' A Beat - Lyrics - Forever Everlasting - Everlast

Title: Never Missin' A Beat
Album: Forever Everlasting
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): E Schrody, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, George Iii Clinton, Philippe Wynn, Bilal Bashir, Gregory Hutchinson, Roger Troutman, Arthur Goodman, Larry Troutman

Lyric:
Listen up, learn, you'll get your turn
I'm sendin' this out to all it may concern
The party master Everlast is here
Before we begin I'm gonna make this clear

I don't take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
If girls were around I'd grab and grope butts
And if she got a man and he tries to step up
It's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up

Tryin' to step to me, boy, you must be sick
Got a nine in my pocket, takin' heads out quick
I make my music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd

Than the Everlasting operator droppin' a groove
To make you get up and dance while I bust this move
And talk about myself, I don't need a partner
Bilal has the cuts then I'll help start the show

Let a lyric flow and you'll know
I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say, ?Ho?
You fall back down completely exhausted
Once you had the sound but now it seems you lost it

You're worn out, you can't take no more
Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor
So jump out your seat, move your feet
'Cause the beat's complete, I'm never missin' a beat

Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat
Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat

There's no need for askin', I'm the Everlastin'
My mind is a poll and I'm gonna cast in
The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
And if it feels good then I'll do it two times

Or maybe three, four, or even five times
When I'm done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
He's my partner, not a stand-in
On a 'Highway to Heaven' just like Mike Landon

And when it comes to battles my boy's a sure win
He's been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing
Busted up more parties than five-o
When it comes to a fight my boy's good to go

So step on stage, we duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
[Incomprehensible]
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato

Right by my side kickin' up dust
And if a sucker acts stupid, grab my gat and bust
You can't run away 'cause my clip holds ten rhymes

If you been beaten once, I'll beat you ten times
Worse than you ever been beaten before
I don't drop my mic unless my throat gets sore

And that don't happen because when I'm rappin'
My rhymes'd beat Gregory Hines if they was tappin'
So jump our your seat, move your feet
'Cause the beat's complete, I'm never missin' a beat

Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat
Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat
Never missin' a beat, never, never missin' a beat, never
Ain't it funky, ain't it funky

Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic
Some call me a devil, others call me
Mystical like a crystal ball
And if you step to me you'll take a fall

Just like the Roman Empire
Feel the wrath of a devil's hellfire
Callin' me a devil, some think it's a diss
To me it's just a name, it's not stones and sticks

You can't hurt me, I got a positive outlook
Readin' my good book or maybe some philosophy
Like Socrates and Plato
Step to me with drugs I just say no

But I'll drink some lemonade if it's wilder
I'm down with DLC and the Styler
The Div Einstein of rhyme is down with me
'Cause he knows that I'm on my way

I will not stray
From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay
I think for myself, I take advice
And if I did it wrong once then I do it twice

I check my steps, make sure they're correct
And that's why me and DLC get respect
So jump our your seat, move your feet
'Cause the beat's complete, I'm never missin' a beat

Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat
Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat

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Never Missin' A Beat - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: Never Missin' A Beat
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): E Schrody, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, George Iii Clinton, Philippe Wynn, Bilal Bashir, Gregory Hutchinson, Roger Troutman, Arthur Goodman, Larry Troutman

Lyric:
Listen up, learn, you'll get your turn
I'm sendin' this out to all it may concern
The party master Everlast is here
Before we begin I'm gonna make this clear

I don't take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
If girls were around I'd grab and grope butts
And if she got a man and he tries to step up
It's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up

Tryin' to step to me, boy, you must be sick
Got a nine in my pocket, takin' heads out quick
I make my music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd

Than the Everlasting operator droppin' a groove
To make you get up and dance while I bust this move
And talk about myself, I don't need a partner
Bilal has the cuts then I'll help start the show

Let a lyric flow and you'll know
I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say, "Ho"
You fall back down completely exhausted
Once you had the sound but now it seems you lost it

You're worn out, you can't take no more
Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor
So jump out your seat, move your feet
'Cause the beat's complete, I'm never missin' a beat

Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat
Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat

There's no need for askin', I'm the Everlastin'
My mind is a poll and I'm gonna cast in
The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
And if it feels good then I'll do it two times

Or maybe three, four, or even five times
When I'm done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
He's my partner, not a stand-in
On a 'Highway to Heaven' just like Mike Landon

And when it comes to battles my boy's a sure win
He's been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing
Busted up more parties than five-o
When it comes to a fight my boy's good to go

So step on stage, we duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
If you pull a gat I suggest you stay low
And I was the Green Hornet, Bilal'd be Kato

Right by my side kickin' up dust
And if a sucker acts stupid, grab my gat and bust
You can't run away 'cause my clip holds ten rhymes
If you been beaten once, I'll beat you ten times

Worse than you ever been beaten before
I don't drop my mic unless my throat gets sore
And that don't happen because when I'm rappin'
My rhymes'd beat Gregory Hines if they was tappin'
So jump our your seat, move your feet
'Cause the beat's complete, I'm never missin' a beat

Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat
Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat
Never missin' a beat, never, never missin' a beat, never
Ain't it, ain't it funky, ain't it funky

Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic
Some call me a devil, others call me
Mystical like a crystal ball
And if you step to me you'll take a fall

Just like the Roman Empire
Feel the wrath of a devil's hellfire
Callin' me a devil, some think it's a diss
To me it's just a name, it's not stones and sticks

You can't hurt me, I got a positive outlook
Readin' my good book or maybe some philosophy
Like Socrates and Plato
Step to me with drugs I just say, no

But I'll drink some lemonade if it's wilder
I'm down with DLC and the Styler
The DIV Einstein of rhyme is down with me
'Cause he knows that I'm on my way

I will not stray
From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay
I think for myself, I take advice
And if I did it wrong once then I do it twice

I check my steps, make sure they're correct
And that's why me and DLC get respect
So jump our your seat, move your feet
'Cause the beat's complete, I'm never missin' a beat

Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat
Never missin' a beat, never missin' a beat

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Reminisce - Lyrics - Bilal

Title: Reminisce
Artist: Bilal
Composer(s): Dante Beze, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Bilal Oliver, James Dewitt Yancey

Lyric:
Yo, just when I think that I've forgot you
I hear that thug that we used to rock to
Just when I think I'm gettin' on without you
Somebody passed and asked me about you

Was in the back of the cab the other day
Swear to God I saw you walking passed the other way
My heart rushed, my face flushed, tell the driver
Hit the breaks slow the pace up, wait up, it wasn't you

Realized it's a mirage I was running to
Damn, can the affects of love and time
'Cause the mind to trick the eye?
I wonder how you gettin' by

And all the stars still in your eyes
Then you still just get the five
You break the bank to spend the time
I reminisce of shifting time, to when you was mine

Years ago, in a mist of hallways and sliding doors
Missing links of very very obscure
Vision of you shine but only for a short time
My mistake I didn't pick up on it till years down the line

Here now as I reminisce, will I ever see your face again?
Baby as I lay back, will I ever see your face again
As I reminisce, as I reminisce

Hold still, the Divine has placed us in a small world
And thankfully so our paths cross once more
And to whose surprise but mine was 14th and 6th
Was the placed where we combine once more
There at the front door of the corner store you stood

I reminisce infection
As I lay back will I ever see her face again
As I reminisce, as I reminisce, yeah yeah yeah

A happy story always ends, as it starts
But with few exceptions involved
We became an item me for you and you for me
Good times, sickness and health
Broke ass, and richness, baby we made it work

Yes sir, yo I reminisce over this chick colder than a soda
Princess a soldier raised in Islamic culture
Sexy as the girl on the Jamaica poster
Men are over seas where there really don't be no sisters
Brought her on stage as Bilal sang 'Soul Sista'

In body parts the blood was thicker
Sweet only tryna make sure it ain't the liquor
She was with a nigga come to find out
She and sister backstage, conversation kissed her
Made me forget to remember that I pimp the dime

Put the pimpin' aside I see Kenya in her eye
Our connection lies in a life before
For us to meet again was Divine law
So I can't describe how deep I dug her
Now only in memory can I hug her, I reminisce y'all

Oh my God

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Soul Sista - Lyrics - Bilal

Title: Soul Sista
Artist: Bilal
Composer(s): Raphael Saadiq, James Mtume, Bilal Oliver

Lyric:
It's all in her eyes, you and me, words just disguise
All the things that you be
What is deep, it's deeper than sea
So only it knows, this kind of vibe gets stronger in time

Won't go on unnoticed, so concrete can't hold this
Hearts filled righteously
Whatever it is, I know that it's real
Long as you know, no complaints, you're all that I feel

(Sista soul)
You must be my soul sista, soul sista
(Sista soul)
Hey sis, you must be my soul sista, soul sista
(Sista soul)
Hey sis, you must be my soul sista
(Sista soul)

You are so fine, like spaces that fall in my soul
See baby that has no rhyme
Do you like how it feels when I smoke you out head down to your toes?
Making you, making you scream and shout

You must be my soul sista, soul sista, you're my
(Sista soul)
You must be my soul sista, soul sista, you're my
(Sista soul)
You must be my soul sista, soul sista, you're my
(Sista soul)

You must be my soul sista, soul sista
(Sista soul)
(Sista soul)
You must be my soul sista, soul sista, sista, sista, sista soul
(Sista soul)

Sista soul, sista soul, sista soul
Can I love you in the right way? Please
Soul, hold, baby I want to love
You know baby I want to love in the right way
Hold 'cause you're my soul sista, baby you are my
All I wanna do is love you in the right way

Hold, on 'cause baby, you're my soul sista
So love you in the right way, you are my
You're my soul sista, you're my
Soul sista

You're my soul sista, soul, you're my soul sista, hey, yeah, yeah
I want to love you in the right way
Hold, don't you know what I say
Hold, baby don't you know, you're my soul sista, hey

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Fast Lane - Lyrics - Bilal

Title: Fast Lane
Artist: Bilal
Composer(s): Damu Mtume, Michael Flowers, Faulu Mtume, Bilal Oliver, Scott Storch, Andre Young

Lyric:
Hey livin in the fast lane
Drivin fast 'broads'
With them fast 'chains'
When you pimpin through life
See some people get caught up
And some charges brought up
With some people they shoot up
Hey there it goes again
Different face to the same old tragic end
Who's to blame if he never saw it commin
Yet he heard the bullet hummin
And he never though of runnin
It's too late for him now layin out on the ground so cold so cold
Nothin much to live up to damn
It's so far gone so gone

Livin in the fast lane
Drivin fast broads
With you fast chains
When you pimpin through life
See some people got caught up
With some charges brought up
From some people they shoot up
Hey tell me when will it end
When the baby pays for its mothers sinnin
Trapped inside the four walls of a 'penty'
Way too strong way too strong
Now shes out in the cold, dying slow and the spoon still warm

It started when they birthed me
Runnin round stuck in the project now he cant wait to the first come
Little older now and cant wait till the dope come
Sleep all these years and nobody awoke him
Getting it so he can cover the whole border
Question is how many of us can hold water
It seemed like tellin is in
Signed states get an order of protection and tell him again
I'm a left lane
My life is much faster than yours
I'm with a chick and its attached to a brawl
Got the air ones matchin the car
All white slingin all night
So we rapidly spar
Thats what they wanna clap at me for
Understand that the flow is like the coke that he naturally grows
So I'ma get my cash on, and my mash on
And get my ass up out of the fast lane

Livin in the fast lane
Drivin fast broads
With you fast chains
When you pimpin through life
Got caught up
And some charges brought up
From some people you shoot up

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Sometimes - Lyrics - Bilal

Title: Sometimes
Artist: Bilal
Composer(s): Ahmir K Thompson, Bilal Oliver, James Jason Poyser

Lyric:
This is a song that makes me
Spill out all my guts, sometimes

Sometimes, I wish I wasn't me
Sometimes, I wish I was drug free
Sometimes, wish I saw the exit sign first
Sometimes, wish I knew the truth without search

Sometimes, I wish I could go where I never been
See what I never saw, do what I never did
Or walk before I could crawl

Sometimes, I wish my eyes wasn't so red
Sometimes, I wish I had breakfast in bed
Sometimes, I mean it's worth it
Since I did all the work last night

Sometimes, you ain't good to me, yes
I am good to you and you don't see my attention
The way that I do

Sometimes, hey Slim, you should be nicer than you are
Sometimes, you take that complaining shit way too far
I mean, I thought it was cute in the beginning but now
I think you only do it 'cuz you know I hate it

Sometimes, you got me wishing I didn't have home training
Sometimes, then it wouldn't hurt me so bad
With dreams of knocking you in your head
Then it wouldn't hurt me so bad, with our kitchen knife put up your ass

Sometimes, wish I knew life with no pain, yeah
Wish I held the keys to this game
Sometimes, I pretend 'cuz I'm afraid to be, 'friad to be
Sometimes, I hope I live to see twenty five
Sometimes, I wish I could be like Moses
Round up my people, move out the ghetto and live a better life

Sometimes, I wish I didn't try so hard
Sometimes, who knows truth any way
They don't know nothing, who needs that approval

The sun in your hands player
Move at your own pace, listen to your own mind
Do your own thing, yeah, yeah
I'm saying it because I love ya
And I wanna grow with you, yeah, yeah

But you wanna run in the other direction
So I got to stay on my path until I win, I win, I win, I win
I wanna win, I wanna win, I wanna win, I wanna win

Sometimes, sing it with me I wish
I wish in love and I wish, oh I wish
I wish in peace, oh sometimes
I wish in hope, I wish hope

I wish true, I wish true
I wish clearly, hey I wish so clearly sometimes
Wish with no fear, I wish with no fear
I have no fear, I have no fear

Have no doubt I have no doubt
I don't doubt I don't doubt
Have no doubt no, I don't doubt
Have no doubt, I wish love
I wish love, hey, hey

Oh some, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes

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Love It - Lyrics - Bilal

Title: Love It
Artist: Bilal
Composer(s): Michael C. Flowers

Lyric:
When I look at you
What I see is my future wife to be
Only God Himself
More important in this life to me

You've been there for me
Nurtured and cared for me
Never left my side
In you I can confide

Love it, love it, love it
(I love it, everything about you)
Love it, love it, love it
(Love it, hey, good and the bad)

You know I love it
(I love it)
Love it
(Can't imagine life without you)
Love it, love it, love it
(Oh)

Give me peace of mind
Conversation be so soothing
Disagree sometimes
But it only shows we're human

'Cause I'll take one for ya
Like you were the president
The love I have for you
One couldn't even measure it

Love it, love it, love it
(Ho, I love it)
Love it, love it, love it
(Everything about you)

You know I love it, love it
(Can't imagine life without you)
Love it, love it, love it
(Ho, I love it, love it)

Love it, love it, love it
(Everything about you)
Love it, love it, love it
(Love could end the pain)

You know I love it, love it
(Hey, I love it)
Love it, love it, love it
(I love it)

And your love make this life worth livin'
Give so much of yourself and you keep on givin'
Givin' me everything I need
Baby, what more can I ask for?

Love it, love it, love it
(Baby, and I love it)
Love it, love it, love it
(Good and the bad)
You know I love it
(Whoa, oh)
Love it
(Baby, I love it)

Love it, love it, love it
(Everything about you and I love it)
Love it, love it, love it
(Baby)
Love it, love it, love it
(Whoa, ho, hey, yeah)

You know I love it, love it
(I love it, I love it)
Love it, love it, love it
(I love it, love it, I love it)

(Love it, love it, love it)
Love it, love it, love it
(Love it, love it)
Love it, love it, love it
(Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love)
Love it, love it, love it

You know I love it
(I love it)
Love it
(Everything about you, I love it)
Love it, love it, love it
(Hey, hey, yeah)

Love it, love it, love it
(Oh)
Love it, love it, love it
(I love it)
You know I love it
(Hey, hey)

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Dontstop - Lyrics - Soulstar - Musiq Soulchild

Title: Dontstop
Album: Soulstar
Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Composer(s): Talib Johnson, Bilal Oliber, Charles Njapa

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Lyric:
Party people in the place to be
This is history in the makin' Musiq and Bilal
Don?t stop rock on

Everybody?s on the floor
So how bout you just come on and dance with me
Ain?t no need to be afraid, no
I just want to see you out there doing your thang

I gon' be out there with you, yeah you can count on me
See I will be right there just dancing behind you girl
Don?t nobody even care about what you do
All you gotta do is pretend it?s just me and you

Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no

Now that I got you off the wall
Just concentrate moving your body to the beat
Don?t you worry 'bout a thing
Anything you feel like doing is cool with me

You can do whatever you want to do with me 'cause
I am gonna be on this floor all night long
I came out tonight to dance
And you gon' come dance with me
At least until the end of this song

Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no

Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no

Let me see you move, do what you do
Ooh, I really wanna help you out them clothes
And do it right here on the floor

Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no

Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Shake it up, move it now, don?t stop doin' it, no
Give it up, get it now, don?t stop doin' it, no

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Funky For You - Lyrics - Common

Title: Funky For You
Artist: Common
Composer(s): James Yancey, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser, Bilal Oliver

Lyric:
Alright .Okay Okay Okay Okay Alright We'll make it funky for you now

I'm a child of the ahh - The 87 ahh
From the streets - Get on a beat and go ahh
I could break it down like whatever ya ahh
On some K-R-S be here forever type unh
You-you-you-you know you shouldn't rhyme like unh
Let them pussy niggas get in your mind like unh
Baby boy you could do it take your time do it
If you get the chance
To be a man in a b-boy stance and advanced from the go
I'll trace outer space with a unh
The baby-sitter of styles - I've traveled miles with
Bitches and I've traveled miles with
I've traveled miles with bitches and brew the ritual
Of the real unh
Your platinum but real unh's don't feel you
You sampled real unh's and then filtered
I'm built to last - at last I'm free
The Roots and SV be the family tree
SV and the Roots be the family tree
The Roots and SV and the tree is unh
Come on

As long as it's funky alright okayyeah
As long as it's funky alright
As long as it's funky alright okay
As long as it's funky funky for you now

I style for the ohhh - wild for the ohhh
Baby girl let's go half on a child for the ohhh
Lick shot's pop lock and blaow for the oohh
Like Ra-I'll move a crowd for the ohhh
You talkin' loud but ain't sayin' ohhh
Trickin' paper on a unh Captain Save-a-ohhh
I've never been the type of nigga
To take a broad to the courts
As a shorty I was always into sports
Now I talk to drums and walk in slums and thoughts that's ohhh
Instinct to hustle-divided by the struggle
Plus a couple of scuffle's and up to high shuffle
Even when it sound muffled
I bust through narrow gates
With king-sized thoughts that's sparrow shaped
Before I came up I had to elevate
Let a nigga move where he wanna move up to
You don't like how I'm livin well fuck ohhh
I stuck to what I was on a star is born on a cusp
Many angel's fell to the dust

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The 6th Sense - Lyrics - Like Water For Chocolate - Common

Title: The 6th Sense
Album: Like Water For Chocolate
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Bilal Oliver, Chris Martin

Lyric:
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all
Yeah, check it, yo

The perseverance of a rebel I drop heavier levels it's unseen or heard
A King with words can't knock the hustle
But I've seen street dreams deferred
Dark spots in my mind where the scene occurred
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes

Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats
With cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped
Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that

This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
Hey, hey
This is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortalized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me this industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people
Hey, hey
This is rap, this is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real

Someday's I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers come
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected?
How many nations this culture connected?
Who am I to judge one's perspective?

Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the times
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em
For now I appreciate this moment in time
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like

And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for real, don't you feel
Hey, hey
This is rap, this is rap for real
And you know, yes you know
This is rap for the black people
...

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While I'M Here - Lyrics - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again - House Of Pain

Title: While I'M Here
Album: Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): E Schrody, L Dimant, Kirk Steid Robinson

Lyric:
While I'm here, I'd like to thank
While I'm here, I'd like to thank
While I'm here, I'd like to thank
While I'm here, I'd like to thank

Cockni O'Dire and my man, Divine
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
Danny Boy, you my brother till the end of time
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

The big boss Ross, for engineerin' the track
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
My man Bilal Bashir, for his backyard shack
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

My man Sadat X, for a pocket full of stress
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
And my man Diamond, for when he kicks it out west
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

For my man J. Disco and fly tie, too
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
My man Frank Barr, for the phat tattoo
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

My peoples King Emms and Mike Nadone
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
Killa Rhyme Klik, the kings of the microphone
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

My man DJ Lee, 'cause his beats are so stank
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
And these are just a few people that I wish to thank
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

My man Lucky locked up and Avinar
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
My man Albee, just for chasin' squals
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

I got a whole lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
Still got a lotta love to give
I got a whole lotta love to give

(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
My girl T-Love, for the hook up and vibe
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
And Dilated Peoples be down with the Tribe
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

A yes, y'all, I 'Lowball' with Peter Greene
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
Killa Rhyme Klik be wreckin' the scene
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

I still got a lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
I got a whole lotta love to give

I still got a lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
I got a whole lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)

I still got a lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
Still got a lotta love to give
I got a whole lotta love to give

(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
I got a whole lotta love to give
I got a whole lotta love to give
(While I'm here, I'd like to thank)
I got a whole lotta love to give
I got a whole lotta love to give

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Supafly - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Supafly
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Lemarquis Jefferson, Jermaine Dupri, Bilal Olivier

Lyric:
(Uh, uh, uh)
Bounce
(Uh, uh, uh)
Bounce
(Uh, uh)
Bounce
(Uh, uh)

Ryde with me now
Yeah
(Ha,ha)
Supafly, muthafucka
Yeah
(Uh, uh)

You know how fly I always look
I keep banging and I keep them off the hook
You know about my peeps and all the lady's I be with
The Blue and Blue Mercedes with the rims and kit

You know about my house and carroners in the fridge
And the ATL shorty this how a nigga live
Besides Cheapy, they call me Mr. Long
You can catch me in the streets in a all pink suit

Leaning to the side, swinging my hair
Trunk full of ants, ain't no room for a spair
I got them big beast pumping with the ace and bag
And the white shelltoes with them mean they match

You know me before the CD, it ain't nothing but flossin'
If you allergic I suggest you turn this muthafucka off
'Cause I'm off the glissy, all I'm think about, talk about
Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky, I am

Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name, man
(Supafly)
The Boss so cold
(Ha, ha, I am)
Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name, man
(Supafly, muthafucka)
The Boss so cold

Ho, so, glow, all that's rubbing on them 20's is the only way to roll
You know, about the G wag, how the pants at
How lady's all over the country want this nigga so bad
You know what I say be the truth not the agg

Stretch cream belly with the partner back
You know it's just me and my niggaz and some lady's getting full
Crunk as hell drinking Belvedere and Red Bull

You know about the bouncin' and the booty shaking collar
Poppin' money, making city that I come from
You know about the player hating, baby, mama drama
'Cause, uhh, us players we all got some

And it's I supafly seven days a week
The one that everybody want to when they warm that heat
'Cause I'm off the glissy, all I'm think about, talk about
Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky, I am

Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name, man
(Supafly)
The Boss so cold
(Ha, ha, I am)
Call this pimping a game
If an old trick knows my name, man
(Supafly, muthafucka)
The Boss so cold

He's so cold
[Incomprehensible]
(Supafly)
The Boss so cold
(Ha, ha, I am)
Man
[Incomprehensible]
(Supafly, muthafucka)
The Boss so cold
(Supafly)

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Cariño Mio - Lyrics - Rebels - Rbd

Title: Cariño Mio
Album: Rebels
Artist: Rbd
Composer(s): Nidir Khayat, Andrea Monica Martin, Red One Bilal Hajji

Lyric:
Dance, dance, dance
Rock, rock, rock
Roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

Did I tell you how I like it?
I like everything about it
Baby, what a blessing

I've been dancing for a decade
Fell in love with it the first day
Baby, there's no guessing

Como bailas, como cantas
Collaboration, but the answer girl it's all about
The girl that you have inside

So dance, dance, dance
Baby rock rock rock
Let's roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

I love to dance, dance, dance
I love to rock, rock, rock
I love to roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

You make me wanna salsa
You make me wanna cha cha
Slow down, get up and down
Mueve la cintura, turn it around

If I tell you that I'm feeling
The same way it's like a healing
Baby, you're listening

This steps being light my heart beat
I feel alive working my feet
Baby, it's impressing

Como bailas, como cantas
Collaboration, but the answer, boy, it's all about
The love that we have inside

So dance, dance, dance
Baby rock, rock, rock
Let's roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

I love to dance, dance, dance
I love to rock, rock, rock
I love to roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

You make me wanna salsa
You make me wanna cha cha
Slow down, get up and down
Mueve la cintura, turn it around

You make me wanna salsa
You make me wanna cha cha
Slow down, get up and down
Mueve la cintura, turn it around

So dance, dance, dance
Baby rock, rock, rock
Let's roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

I love to dance, dance, dance
I love to rock, rock, rock
I love to roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

Let's dance

So dance, dance, dance
Baby rock, rock, rock
Let's roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

I love to dance, dance, dance
I love to rock, rock, rock
I love to roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

So dance, dance, dance
Baby rock, rock, rock
Let's roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

I love to dance, dance, dance
I love to rock, rock, rock
I love to roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio

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Cariño Mio - Lyrics - Rbd

Title: Cariño Mio
Artist: Rbd
Composer(s): Bilal Hajji, Nadir Khayat, Andrea Monica Martin

Lyric:
Did I tell you how I like it?
I like everything about it
Baby, what a blessing

I've been dancing for a decade
Fell in love with it the first date
Baby, there's no guessing

Como baillas y como cantas
(How you dance it, how you sing it)
Collaboration, body and soul
Girl, it's all about the pure love we have inside

So dance, dance, dance
Baby rock, rock, rock
Let's roll, roll, roll

Conmigo cariño mio
I love to dance, dance, dance
I love to rock, rock, rock

I love to roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio
(With you my darling)

If I tell you that I'm feeling
The same way it's like a healing
Baby, you're a blessing

The steps became like my heart beat
I feel alive working my feet
Baby, it's impressing

Como baillas y como cantas
(How you dance it, how you sing it)
Collaborating, body and soul
It's all about the love that we have inside

You make me wanna salsa
You make me wanna cha cha
Slow down, get up and down

Mueve la cintura
(Move your waist)
Turn it around

So dance, dance, dance
Baby rock, rock, rock
Let's roll, roll, roll

Conmigo cariño mio
I love to dance, dance, dance
I love to rock, rock, rock

I love to roll, roll, roll
Contigo cariño mio
(With you my darling)

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Wanna Play - Lyrics - Rebels - Rbd

Title: Wanna Play
Album: Rebels
Artist: Rbd
Composer(s): Nidir Khayat, Andrea Monica Martin, Red One Bilal Hajji

Lyric:
See I know what's up papi
I'm a loca in a sexy body
I know that you wanna party
The kinda party that we both know

I can't give you all my goods
Where's the part in the play that I wrote?
Something far from all the shows
Esta chica es muy especial

Oh oh, that's how you go
Oh oh, and a little bit more
Oh oh, if you only knew
You'd be going like oh oh oh oh

Wanna play, come on set the game on
I don't need the warm ups to turn on
Wanna play to two shots so let's go
I'm waiting, still waiting

Wanna play, come on set the game on
Can't resist the beat it's getting too strong
Wanna play to two shots so let's go
I'm waiting, still waiting

See I know what's up mami
I'm a loco too if you try me
Make me a part of your party
The kind of party that we both know

I promise to please you all night long
You'll be shaking long after I'm gone
Next thing you spending on the phone
Telling all your friends about me

Oh oh, that's how you go
Oh oh, and a little bit more
Oh oh, if you only knew
You'll be going like oh oh oh oh

Wanna play, come on set the game on
I don't need the warm ups to turn on
Wanna play to two shots so let's go
I'm waiting, still waiting

Wanna play, come on set the game on
Can't resist the beat is getting too strong
Wanna play to two shots so let's go
I'm waiting, still waiting

I ain't stopping, no, I ain't stopping
'Til I get what I want I'ma keep on shopping
I ain't stopping, no, I ain't stopping
I'm getting what I need, I'm getting what I need

I ain't stopping, no, I ain't stopping
'Til the club shut down I'ma keep on rockin'
I ain't stopping, no, I ain't stopping
I'm getting what I need, I'm getting what I need

Wanna play, come on set the game on
I don't need the warm ups to turn on
Wanna play to two shots so let's go
I'm waiting, still waiting

Wanna play, come on set the game on
Can't resist the beat is getting too strong
Wanna play to two shots so let's go
I'm waiting, still waiting

Wanna play, come on set the game on
I don't need the warm ups to turn on
Wanna play to two shots so let's go
I'm waiting, still waiting

Wanna play, come on set the game on
Can't resist the beat is getting too strong
Wanna play to two shots so let's go
I'm waiting, still waiting

Come on
I wanna play

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I Got The Knack - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: I Got The Knack
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Berton Averre, B Bashir, Doug Fieger, D Quincy Iii, E Schrody

Lyric:
You got it, you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it

Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme
My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always on time
I got what it takes to make this groove complete
When my DJ cuts he never misses a beat

I'm down with the Syndicate and they're down with me
I'm also down with Divine, Bilal and Quincy D
Terry B., DJ Lethal and my brother Kool Nick
Kid Jazz, Scratch, Bangle and Cut Master Quick
I worked hard and long to master this traight
And to quote my other song, yo, I'm just out to get paid

So sleep on me now, for my time will come
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one

I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)

Everlast is in effect, gettin' full respect
I collect big checks, 1's, 5's, 10's, 20's, 100 G's
I'm pullin' honey's left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight

There all on my tip to get a sip of this poetic performer
I can get whipped but I'm out to get paid, not to get laid
All across the country my records gettin' played
The radio stations, clubs and renkores
All the shows I play I make them do encores

So sleep on me now, for my time will come
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one

I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack

Ah yeah, hit me, check this out

Step up place your bet and I'll serve your fortune
But first I must issue just one word of caution
Dope lyric presentations are my soul notiriety
Everlast is on the rise movin' through society

My voice is moist resighting choice vocals
Respected world wide and feared by locals
Poppin' junk out your punk mouth
Makin' bets it's too late for regrets
It's time to pay your debts
E V E R L A S T it's the name that I fed a poetic demigod
With skin that is fare

So sleep on me now, for my time will come
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one

I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)
I got the knack
(You got it)
(You know I feel alright)

Now there are too many people in this world tryin' to play me
Like I'm some kind of sucker constantly they disobey me
Tellin' me what's sellin', what kinda records get charted
Sound like him sound like her, but they all sound retarded

Takin' very little time to write down a rhyme
It's confusing to see so many people so fly
Some think that it's a sell out rhymin' to this beat
But Everlast takes any groove and makes it sound complete
I got the knack

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Pass It On - Lyrics - Forever Everlasting - Everlast

Title: Pass It On
Album: Forever Everlasting
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): B Bashir, Everlast Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, we've have the Everlast in the house tonight
I think they got something they want to say

I'm here to uplift, I don't bug, I don't drift
Away from my subjects, not even if my
Music stops or my beat is gone
I'm just here to express myself and pass it on

Speak much words of wisdom, Everlast has to jism
So sit back, relax, kick up your feet and listen to E
'Cause that's me no others can be, half as fine
I'll blow your mind, with the M I C

Get off the tip quick, boy you're making me sick
No other brother could be as smart as my man Kool Nick
Understand, he's my man with the plan
We come to parties with the possies, just to gain some fans

The posse is strong, the lines are long
People flocking to my shows just to hear a song like this
It's not a diss, it's a mouth full of bliss
Throw your hands in the air and blow me a kiss from the crowd

'Cause I'm proud, I'll say my name loud
Everlast pounds songs like a thunderin' cloud
It's not rock and roll, it's hip hop music
It's got a lot of soul if you learn how to use it

Well, I'm here to tell suckers, go to hell
Others tried to take me down, there the ones who fell
Ignorence, was then there for
Take it a little at a time, don't go for it all at once

'Cause that's just stupid, it don't make cents
Just relax and move your body don't look so tense
I'm not here to diss nobody, I'm just having some fun
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one so pass it on

With the forty in my fist, brakin' out my list
Of all the suckers I'm out to diss
There's none to match me, or ever catch me
Off my guard so they can scratch me

Off the MC All-Star Team
Everlast is number one, that means I reign supreme
'Cause there ain't no others, listen up brother
Just 'cause I'm white don't mean that I'm another sucker

On the microphone, frontin' and fakin'
Not Mexican, Asian, Black, or Jamaican
Just a sensation made to be Caucasian
Get ready brothers, here comes an invasion

Don't try to stop it, you got a rhyme, drop it
You might detect that respects my topic
I won't rush you, but I'll discuss it
Go ahead and pop your shot if you think you can bust it

Bit I'ma go on, I'm gonna talk some more
I guarantee you won't be bored if you get on the floor
And go for yours, say that you did it
Get up get out your seats get on the floor and get with it

And listen to the rhyme I like to call mine
I rehearsed every verse and soon you will find
Not one mistake so don't try to brake
Or talk about takin' out my dope rhymes I make just pass 'em on

You're going wild for my flowing style
I don't stutter, I utter words, versatile
I'm entertaining with my brain, and always wearing a smile
I don't front, I don't fake, I run the whole mile

You clap 'cause I snap like a Crocodile
Whether I'm on the stage or in my domicile
I'm not feelin', I'ma smokin' tell you I'm no joke
You schemin' for my lyrics 'cause you know they're dope

Don't give me no no more wap, pour me glass of Rosae
I say soul to your health, and then I blow you away
Now said Simon on the Pieman, just rhymin' from my highway
The ones on the ladder, success I'm climbin'

Fierce like a lion, keepin' ducks tame
Murderin' into bits of MC's till none remain
Whose getting dumb, I'm number one shinin' like the sun
With a mic and my host and I'm on the run

Gunnin' down M.C.s and writin' on the wall
I gotta show down if you got the balls
Commence is my defense 'cause you makin' me tense
I make a lot a dollars but I make more cents so pass it on

Pass it on, pass it down the line
I can throw with the best, I go rhyme for rhyme
With that something claimin' talent
Thinkin' they got something
But what you don't realize is Everlast is number one

'Cause Everlast is on a superior level
Go ahead and laugh, call me a devil
I won't care, yeah, my skin is fair
But I fill it rhyme for rhyme anytime or where with you

Or any part of your crew and when I finish, you'll diminish
Take a sip of my brew and step off
Clear my throat with a cough and bust a move
To show 'em prove that I'm hard not soft

And with my DJ Bilal my beat will be furnish
You'll find with my rhyme your mind will be nourished
With wisdom and knowledge, yeah, I went to college
And if you get dissed, I won't apologize

'Cause that's not part of my rise, and I go on and on I go to any length
Just to show you when I throw my rhymes on the strength
I like to see the crowd moving when I come on
I'm trying to get my message across and pass it on

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Heaven Somewhere - Lyrics - Electric Circus - Common

Title: Heaven Somewhere
Album: Electric Circus
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Omar Lyefook, Ahmir Thompson, Mary J Blige, Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser, Jill Scott, Bilal Oliver, Thomas Callaway, Pino Palladino, Erykah Wright

Lyric:
Phone rang, screen said caller ID said blocked
But for some reason I decided to answer it
On the other end was a French accent
He told me we needed to rap quick
Cause he had did some bad shit
And would be gone for years, spending these last two days
With his momma and his kids
When he spoke I wasn't trying to hear it ,cause
I knew he was a real good person
And this didn't seem like it was in his spirit
He couldn't believe as much as I couldn't, what he done
He said now its time for him to turn himself in
No longer could he run, from life, from God
Start thinkin', why is doing right is so hard
I got back to him when we was in London discussin' the new testament
And how our lives related to it, and how we could make the best of it
My voice became destined, so I asked him why you gotta go
He said you know turn to Matthew twenty-four
He said no one knows the hour, nor do they know the day
But the kingdom is near, don't let anything lead you to stray
As long as God is with you, everything will be okay
So right about then, we decided to pray

Just lyin' back makin' the smoke disperse a ray
Deep into clouds
It's makin' things appear to me so clearly
Deep in the clouds
Just lyin' back makin' the smoke disperse a ray
Deep in the clouds
It's makin' things appear to me so clearly
Deep into clouds

Your time
Is a terrible to waste
For it's
Not one of the possessions that you can bring to space - yeah, it don't matter
Its a challenge
But the chance of seeing, is quite a dream to chase - yes it is
I hope
I remind God of him when he sees my face
He gon see it

The feeling just keeps on lifting me higher
And its ever flowing it's, ever flowing
When every thing, puts a smile on my face
And I recognize the strong goal
But I keep on going, I keep on going
I keep on going on

Hey mighty love
Watching over me
A smile, brilliant
All over, constantly
Warm, comforting
Perfect, like nothing
No hate, no confusion, no strain
Simply peace, simply
Simply, simply, simply

No fear! Heaven is to me
No fear of destruction
Understanding who he is
His name is Christ
Heaven, heaven is to me
Wisdom, understanding, knowledge

Streets of gold and pearly gates
Halos wings all dressed in white
Angels sing and cymbals glare
No one's rich no one's poor
People dreaming they live free
Making love while they in love
Wonderful dream wake me when you're home

Heaven, heaven is being pops
Heaven is spending the day with your grandchildren
Listenin' to they voices when and they laughing and play
And then at the end of the day we hug we kiss and slowly they walk away
And then suddenly they turn and rush back to me and hug me round the knees
Yeah, that's heaven to me

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A Film Called - Lyrics - Common

Title: A Film Called
Artist: Common
Composer(s): James Yancey, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Bilal Oliver

Lyric:
Yea,Yea,Yea
You know, they call me a pimp, and you know what that mean
I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally
I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted
I pimp with the truth, that's the only method

Seen her on Madison where Vice Lords be Travelin
And Chevy windows be rattlin
And badder than any other broads that I've seen in these parts
Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched
Thick lips, blond wig, nice tits, ass the size that I dig
Asked her the name, one way to approach her
See she had game, she needed me to coach her
Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture
The way a righteous pimp is supposed to

As he came closer in his eyes I seen fortune
I ain't having it like abortion
Walking with this stick holding his tip
Looked like a Black Panther that was trying to pimp
It was cold as shit, I'm waitin on my ride
Act like I didn't see him I tried

Motion denied (pause)
I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers
She was used to seeing pimps in furs and gators
Told her I'm an innovator, a gentlemen of leisure
That's in tuned with nature, hold Common's hand
I'm a take you to a pimps promise land
Where no man can break ya, break ya, break ya

Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god

{Hey girl, come on over here, check it out)
Make your next move your best move, choose me
How I look working for a nigga in a cuffe'
If I was on a track you couldn't produce me
With them shits on your wrist looking goofy
(Yea ok)
I pimp without a pause, for the cause, I'm a rebel
You been on the streets I'm trying to take you to another level
You used to the same game, cats saying the same thang
Nigga you gone ho underground or ho mainstream
Nigga you must not know of me
I'm the mack here
Ought to have you ho for me (Common get real now)
Pimp yo punk ass
Have you write me poetry
I'm from a land called cash
You too slow for me
You know why?
I'm thinking bigger than Bagets
Birds in slick cars
Or have you on the corner trickin in strip bars
If you become mine the world would be ours
Respect the game, and universal laws
What, I oughta pimp slap your ass and make you fall against the wall
(Common try it)
Why you in the game if you ain't even trying to ball
I know pimpin ain't easy but damn you barely surviving
We can't ride together cause you ain't driving
(Common oh it's like that)

Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god
Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers
Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god

(This, this, this really how I look at it check it)
You and I together is like Ashford and Simpson
Picture us elbow to elbow at the hustler's convention
Think I'm gone risk my ass then give you the cash (Common yep)
That shit is the past
I got my own stable (Common where at)
I oughta pierce your navel and put you on the track
Matter of fact I been looking for a ho that's abstract
Girl you getting beside yourself
I'm trying to guide you
Help you see inside yourself
I pimp with vision, I'm a help you see the light
Have you covering your body and have you eating right

(Is that right)
I'm pimp ho's, pimp pens, (Common Say what)
Pimp rhythms, pimp flows
Pimp men (Common and pimp what)
Pimp systems
Got stores called big pimpin (Common Where)
Down South
In Texas I ran the best ho house
Common
(So)
I pimp from Brazil to um, Tokyo
Have Japanese broads sayin 'choushi wa dou' (MC Lyte Yea right)
Bring'em back to the states to turn dates from Europe
Made the dirtiest of hoes seem purer

(HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(Common Why you laughin)
I'm laughin cause you funny
I'm make bitch niggaz like you have my money
I get six hundred off yo skinny ass weekly
You'll get all the right tolls in that dashiki
Yo, what ever happened to loyalty
Don't you want to become royalty
On the streets selling ass and oils for me
But you on this ho-asis and really I can't reach you
Fuckyou then I'm about to be a preacher

Well there you have it ya'll
The story of pimps and hoes ya'll know how it goes
It's been the oldest profession
The whole thing is like a lesson
Ain't no second guessin
Pimps ya'll, hustlers
All that good shit
Yea, yea 2000 and forever
It'll be here
Uh, uh aiight cool

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