Cool To Be A Fool - Lyrics - Man with a Memory - Joe Nichols

Title: Cool To Be A Fool
Album: Man with a Memory
Artist: Joe Nichols
Composer(s): Wil Nance, Joe Nichols, Steve Dean

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Lyric:
Here I sit a nobody with no one
And bein' me ain't really all that fun
Leavin' her wasn't very smart
Admittin' I was wrong wouldn't be so hard

If it was cool to be a fool
I'd be the hippest guy around
If a heartache made you famous
I'd be known from town to town

If tears were made of pennies
And a cold beer brought her back
My bank account and self esteem
Would both be in the black

If some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad
About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had
Hey, I could be a star if it was cool to be a fool

But we all know the way it really is
You don't get recognized for doin' things like this
You spend a lotta time feelin' sorry for yourself
It doesn't really mean that much to anybody else

If it was cool to be a fool
I'd be the hippest guy around
If a heartache made you famous
I'd be known from town to town

If tears were made of pennies
And a cold beer brought her back
My bank account and self esteem
Would both be in the black

If some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad
About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had
Hey, I could be a star if it was cool to be a fool

If it was cool to be a fool
I'd be the hippest guy around
If a heartache made you famous
I'd be known from town to town

If tears were made of pennies
And a cold beer brought her back
My bank account and self esteem
Would both be in the black

And if some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad
About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had
Hey, I could be a star if it was cool to be a fool
Hey, I could be a star if it was cool to be a fool

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Cool Wit It - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Cool Wit It
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Jason Epperson

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Lyric:
This is Cadillac Mack
Seville Appeal
Luv rollin' the L doggs
9 papers

Ayyo, I'm laid back and humble, yeah, I'm cool wit it
Kinda hungry, give me a salad and a soup wit it
Ain't no need for extra rolls, Sue comes wit it
Baby, girl behind the counter lookin' cool wit

She got a fat ass, I know I went to school wit it
She was the type that said I wouldn't know what to do wit it
I kick that Willie Bo Bo aqua suit wit it, went trough wit it
Got her number, she ain't it so I'm through wit it

I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it
Hold on lil' Derrty, for two minutes
I think I left my herb man I ain't cool wit it
Murph Derrt say he got me now I'm cool wit it

I make a lotta dough, pay a lotta pay dues wit it
Pimpin' already, now I got the juice in it
I got the gray Vokal wit the blue in it
Loose, new, blue, fitted, I'm so cool wit it

Ali, you cool wit it?
Ayyo I'm cool wit it
Well, is you cool wit it?
Fo' sho I'm cool wit it
You sure you cool wit it?
Definitely cool wit it K
Kyjuan let me show you really I am

Ayyo, Nas was talkin' but I was cool wit it
DMX said summin' but I was cool wit it
KRS was speakin' but I was cool wit it
And I ain't even gon trip nigga I'm cool wit it

We gon rep us to the fullest hope you cool wit it
Lunatic's for the culture is you cool wit it?
If sauce, stand up yell out yep I'm cool wit it
Yo mo Leezy Nell, I'm done come act a fool wit it

I woke up at 9:30, I was cool wit it
I said damn it's kinda early but I'm cool wit it
I had a message on my celly I'm like who did it?
Turns out, it was this chick I'd like to 'Ooh' wit it

Now I'm tryin' to figure out if I'ma fool wit it
She used to be the cheerleader type, school spirit
You know the pom-poms, back flips, split wit it
I know a lot of niggaz tried but they didn't get it

Or maybe they had the game they just didn't spit it
Or they won't admit it, 'cuz they carry too much pride in it
I like to slide in it, flip it and dip it and take a ride in it
Hide in it, might flight glide in it

You know I did it, 'cuz I'm cool wit it
A lot of niggaz talkin' shit but I'm cool wit it
Walk in a party, lotta gawkin' but I'm cool wit it
Look outside, see what I'm parkin'? you can't fool wit it

Not at all, you can't fool wit none of that young mate
Why is you trippin of the 24 Escalade
Powdered baby blue wit the Gucci Lou interior
A-ha, slide on young playa
Just be cool wit yo losses, a-ha, Pimp Juice

Yo Murph, you cool wit it?
Yeah, man I'm cool wit it
But is you cool wit it?
Yeah, Derrty I'm cool wit it
You sure you really cool wit it?
Yeah, man I'm cool wit it
Pimp Juice let me show you really I am

Look, look, I got my mama a new house and she cool wit it
I grew up and had to bounce so she cool wit it
Baby sister got a car and she cool wit it
'Cuz she work and go to school so I'm cool wit it

My granny don't like rap but she cool wit it
'Cuz as long as I got a job then she cool wit it
To my grandaddy name and he cool wit it
Told me boy don't blow yo money and be cool wit it

So in other words Derrty don't be a fool wit it
He said don't wind up in the motherfuckin' news wit it
And help the family when you can and they cool wit it
Separate the hatas from the friends and be cool wit it

I'm Murph Dert mu'fucka I'm so cool wit it
I send raps on ice 'cuz I'm cool wit it
And erry scene I be in I be cool wit it
Pull up in the yellow Benz thing 'cuz I'm cool wit it

Nelly you cool wit it
Ali you cool wit it?
Kyjuan's cool wit it
Murphy cool wit it
City Spud cool wit it
And Slo cool too
Party people, lemme show you
How really cool we am

Ay, Slo you cool wit it?
Ay, Spud you cool wit it?
Ay, Coach you cool wit it?

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Don'T Be Cruel - Lyrics - Don't Be Cruel - Bobby Brown

Title: Don'T Be Cruel
Album: Don't Be Cruel
Artist: Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds, Daryl Simmons, Antonio Reid

Lyric:
Girl, the only thing that matters in my life
Is that I'm down for you and treat you right
You've got no call to treat me cold as ice

Ohh, girl, as long as I've been givin' my love to you
You should be givin' me your love too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude
Uh no, oh, uh don't be cruel

Hey yo' Kimmy what's up with this attitude
I thought I was bein' real good to you
I treat you sweet, take you out at night
But you never say thanks girl, that ain't right

I bought you diamonds even gave you pearls
I took you for a cruise all around the world
I treat you high post but you play me close
And if I want to drink up you won't even toast

Girl, I work so hard for you from nine to five
So you could have the finer things in life
Since you're the kind that's never satisfied

Ohh, girl, as long as I've been givin' my heart to you
You should be givin' me your heart, too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude
Uh no, oh, uh don't be cruel

From fancy cars to diamond rings
I've just about given you everything
There's really not much I won't do for you
I bought you twelve yellow roses and candy, too

I like to be up front and never play the back
But the way you treat me girl is like a heart attack
I'm a real troop trooper and with all the times
That you were by my side diggin' dollars outta crock

Ohh, girl, as long as I've been givin' my love to you
You should be givin' me your love, too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool, it just ain't cool

Oww! Uh don't be cruel

We used to hang out tough just kickin' around
We discovered a love that had never been found
You gave me your heart I gave you my mind
But a true love affair we could never find

Although I want you bad I could let you go
'Cause there's a lot of girls out there that won't say no
But due to fact that I want you, Jackie
I want you more than human eyes can see

But you had to start givin', tryin' to make a killin'
Thought about the dollars I make and you were willin'
To be with me Bobby B., but with a bad attitude I can't compete
Now you know my name, now I know your game

You want to be with me you got to be the same way
That another girl would be and if you wanna be with me

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude
Uh no, oh

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude
Uh no, oh

We used to hang out tough just kickin' around
We discovered a love that had never been found
You gave me your heart I gave you my mind
But a true love affair we could never find

Although I want you bad I could let you go
'Cause there's a lot of girls out there that won't say no
But due to fact that I want you, Jackie
I want you more than human eyes can see

But you had to start givin', tryin' to make a killin'
Thought about the dollars I make and you were willin'
To be with me Bobby B., but with a bad attitude I can't compete
Now you know my name, now I know your game

You want to be with me you got to be the same way
That another girl would be and if you wanna be with me

Uh don't be cruel, 'cause I would never be that cruel to you
Uh no, oh oh, no, uh don't be cruel
Uh girl, you need to change your attitude

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It Ain'T Cool To Be Crazy About You - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: It Ain'T Cool To Be Crazy About You
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Royce Porter

Lyric:
I thought you and me were something special
Thought you thought that way too
Now I know that this old boy just ain't the
Best you think you'll ever do

It ain't cool to be crazy about you
It ain't suave or debonair to let you know I care, like I do
It ain't smart to be so reckless with my heart
I should've known right from the start I'd end up like a fool
Believe me, it ain't cool

All of my friends they tried to tell me
What and what not to do
It took a while for them to sell me
But finally they got through

It ain't cool to be crazy about you
It ain't suave or debonair to let you know I care, like I do
It ain't smart to be so reckless with my heart
Should've known right from the start I'd end up like a fool
Believe me, it ain't cool

It ain't smart
To be so reckless with my heart
I should've known right from the start
I'd end up like a fool
Believe me, it ain't cool

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What They Gonna Think - Lyrics - Fan 3

Title: What They Gonna Think
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Leon Heywood, Fan

Lyric:
Gimme a little more than candy

Yo, that was the chorus and here comes the rap
So, everybody put your hands together and clap
You remember the good old days back in school
When you tried your hardest to keep your cool

Around that person that you always liked and you heard
That he might ask you out tonight
Y'all be goin' to the bathroom in the middle of class
He said a girl threw up with a fake hall pass

You got a nice little note, it took an hour to write
Askin' if you got anything planned for tonight
Well, these days its almost the same thing
Except instead of a note, the cell phone ring

He hooks me up with a tour, seein' if I got the call
Makin' sure I hadn't made private plans at the mall
But when I looked at his face and I saw his smile it
Made me wanna put his number in my palm piolet

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

Y'all remember the 1st time that y'all went out
You picked a rough better house walkin' arm an arm
You say hello to his momma, hello to his daddy
Then you smiled at her and she made you feel glad

You gave her the rose, you picked up on the way
And this is when you get started for the date
She hated the movie but pretended like she liked
'Cause she really cant stand all the violence and fightin'

It's off towards dinner, where to go
You pretend you had it figured out a week ago
Y'all go to dinner but it's not to fancy
You have fun all night, eatin' and dancin'

Well, in the year 2002 we will find somethin' cool to do
And you will probably have a whole lot of fun
Maybe, chill with some friends before the night is done

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

Well, now you've been goin' out 4 some
Time and it was easy to tell him what was your mind
Y'all will chill together and listen to some vidol
But you were still young, no decisions were final

These days we have things called CD's, you old folks
May not be to familiar with these but us kids
Like to listen to 'em together, rock, pop, hip hop
It don't matter, whatever

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool

What they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
And what they gonna think when you come back to school?
Your cheeks bust down pink and your actin' like a fool
...

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I Don'T Want To Be A Star - Lyrics - Baptism - Lenny Kravitz

Title: I Don'T Want To Be A Star
Album: Baptism
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Leonard A Kravitz

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Lyric:
I don't wanna to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't wanna be a star
I don't need the fat cigar

My friends wonder what is wrong with me
'Cause I don't get off on my fame
I got so much confusion now
Sometimes I don't even know my name

I don't wanna to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't wanna be a star
I don't need the fat cigar

Too many distractions run through my brain
So many girls they start to look the same
Too many options no time to choose
Too many clothes, too many shoes

I've had the world I've done it upside down
I played the part and I've been the clown
Now it's my time, it's a brand new day
To be myself in a different way

I don't wanna to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't wanna be a star
I don't need the fat cigar

I got to meet all the wonderful people
I drank with Dylan boy did we act a fool
I got to meet all the fabulous people
I got high with Jagger, it was really cool

But I don't wanna to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't wanna be a star
I don't need the fat cigar

Never, never, never
Never, never, never
Never, never, never
Never, never, never

I said never no no, I said never no no no
I said never no no, I said never no no no
I said never no no, I said never no no no no
Never, never

I don't wanna to be a star
Just want my Chevy and an old guitar
I don't wanna be a star
I don't need no fat cigar

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We Get It Crunk - Lyrics - Cool Breeze

Title: We Get It Crunk
Artist: Cool Breeze
Composer(s): Patrick Brown, Frederick Bell, Raymond Murray, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Cool Breeze, Kurupt, young Gotti
In 1999, anything that can happen
It will, it will, it will, it will, it will
Organized Noize, let's do it, kick it off, c'mon

Cool Breeze, young Gotti, Organized Noize
We gon' bust your mothafuckin' mouth open
No haters allowed, no haters allowed
Uh, no haters allowed, no, no haters allowed

Cool Breeze, I heard you was a mothafuckin' fool
Ah yeah, all 'em wanna see me hit 'em
Wanna get blown from my living room to my bed
Ya heard what I said?

Don't come around here again, changin' the game, re-arrangin'
I'm changin' my name
Since I shot up the party, I'm 2 shotty young Gotti
Like givin' a fuck, hold 'em up, nigga wha
I'm pressin' it homie, I keep the pistol whistling homie

Stashin' it nigga, cocked back, blastin' it nigga
Be silent, you can hear the falls tricklin' homie
It's ridiculous homie, why the fuck you up on me?
That's how mothafuckas lay in caskets nigga

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Hey, I hear you screamin' through your whole house
Mommy, daddy, turn the TV on
Cool Breeze done came out
And every time I wear some new sneakers

They be hatin' on me
All behind my back like some school teachers
And be checkin' for me in the streets
So they can listen to me real good

And go and make a [unverified] that beat
Now everybody wanna put it down
You give 'em one little record deal
And they think they 'bout to run the town

And when they album start to get a buzz
Every time you turn around, you see 'em posted all up in a club
I think they smokin' too much ever body
They try to spit one at me, and we end up spittin' one at everybody

It ain't no plan with the hitman
He bust ten bars, bust back with both hands
So keep your dial locked and stay tuned
And when you be down in Atlanta, be down with the Calhoun's

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed

Is that your homeboy?
(Is it)
Are you for sure?
You ever been through war?
(This nigga)
He up and help you feed your folks

Where was this mothafucka when we was broke?
Now I ain't mean to offend a nigga
But if I struck a nigga, heh, fuck that nigga
Punks ain't made around these parts

'Cause over here, everybody got heart
The homie C double O L, nigga, B-R double E Z-E
When I E-E MC E-E, bitch, all y'all hoes is out to get rich
And all y'all [unverified] can eat a fat dick

Mean and my niggas, we got that get back
When we fall through the club, we make everybody get back
Niggas know about the dirty south
I'mma ask you one time, then you gettin' your back slammed out

Cool Breeze only 5'7"
But I'll break you off quick
And it don't matter if you 5'11"
I played ball before I was cool cut

Everybody used to call me, "Don't drop"
'Cause I ain't drop nothin'
One time I walked up and pulled a gun
And layed this dough boy down

And made his whole click make buns
Now every time I make a run
My niggas tell me watch my back
'Cause we know they still want some

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

We get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with a sawed off pump
What
We get it crunk
Cool Breeze, 1999

No haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(Cool Breeze, 1999)
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(Kurupt, young Gotti, 1999)

No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(Yeah, 1999)
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(Y2K)

No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed

What's up Dr. Dre?
Chronic 2000
Organized Noize
Forever
2000 on

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American High - Lyrics - Hellalive - Machine Head

Title: American High
Album: Hellalive
Artist: Machine Head
Composer(s): Adam Duce, Robb Flynn, Dave Mcclain, Ahrue Luster

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Lyric:
Oh, my God
I fuckin' love it
Come on
Check it out

I was that kid sittin' over in the corner
Smiling with a shit-eating grin
And I was that kid smilin' in the back of class
'Cause I'm fryin' on mescaline

Well, I was that kid drinkin' 40's on the bleachers
Getting drunk after school
And gettin' home too late, fallin' on my face
Way too drunk to skate, actin' a fool
[Incomprehensible] actin' a fool

I was that kid never doing good at
Nothing except for maybe at P.E.
And I was that kid getting bullied by the Filipinos
Rollin' with ABT

Me and my friends reading the satanic bible
Thinking we should start a band
Cutting class to jam, cutting class to jam
In my dad's garage we learned to

Act a fool, don't need to be cool
Pissed off too and breaking the rules
Mama told me, stay in school
Don't rock 'n' roll but this was my American high

Check it out
I was that kid that was tryin' to fuck your girlfriend
Couldn't get a goddamn date
And I was that kid that was getting hella busted
For pissin' on the subway

I fuckin' hated school except for hanging out with my friends
The outcast that was startin' up a band
Fremont was the town, California-bound
Bay area sound, taught us to

Act a fool, don't need to be cool
Pissed off too and fucking the rules
Mama told me, stay in school
Don't rock 'n' roll but this was your American

Asteroids beat out homework
But [Incomprehensible] beat out Zeppelin
Not the sharpest noggin
That's why I'm in this band

And what you got against me
I don't need a new job
What you got against me
I'll get by on my own

Tellin' me I'm never getting by from my songs
I love it when you're proven wrong

Act a fool, don't need to be cool
Pissed off too and breaking the rules
Mama told me stay in school
Don't rock 'n' roll but this was my American

Act a fool, don't need to be cool
Break the rules 'cause this is your American high

Your American high

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I Ain'T New Ta This - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

Title: I Ain'T New Ta This
Album: Greatest Hits: The Evidence
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Marshall E Jones, Gregory A Webster, Leroy Bonner, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Norman B Napier, Ralph Middlebrooks

Lyric:
Come on, come on

Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the
So on and so on
The I C E T, O.G.M.C.
L.A.P.D., H A T E
(Ho)

Watch the mic blow
I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo
Time to get wreck with the new style
It's '93 and MC's are gettin' buck wild

But I ain't a nigga
That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure
I'm gonna end up with a big sum
'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one

Different, specifically I don't copy
Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy
I don't play one game
I bust about a dozen cuts on my LPs, none the same

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

Boom, bam, I drop fat slang
When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game
When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang
If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this
Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist
Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll'
Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold
(Sucker)

Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool
Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool
Now it's mine, and you're blind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop goes the nine

Yeah, what you're dissin' 'bout, friend?
Sayin' I went out, but you ain't never been in
I got R E S P E C T in the industry
That's somethin' that you'll never see

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

They can get a smack for that
Yeah, yeah

On and on, to the funk track
Back glass shakin' like shit, that's where the trunk's at
That's 'cause my shit's made for, niggas that are hardcore
Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw

Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
Get your clothes off and the fun on
Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
Get your clothes off and the fun on

It's time to check cash
Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass
While the Klan try to kill me
But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin' will, gee

So when I'm gone, it's on
Caps goin' off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin' bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond, but now I just cool
Bumpin' my Gang Starr tape, by my pool
I ain't new to this

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

Check, check, I got problems with the press
Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck
(Ugh)
Punk reporter tried to diss me
(Ugh)
Now the muthafucka's history
(Ha)

I got to make a break hardcore fat tape
Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate
Just kick correct with the 1 2 mic check
Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck

I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker
Walk up talkin' shit, you best to be a good ducker
Your posse best to run from my gun
Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one
(Yeah, sucker)

I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this, never been new to this
Nigga, new to this, I ain't new to this, fool, new to this
Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist

(They can get a smack for that)
And you don't stop
Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped
Yeah, Ice-T
'93 for the underground
I ain't new ta this

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Father To Son - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Father To Son
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Kerry Jackson, Reginald Jackson, Charles Stepney, Jeffrey Thompkins, Maurice White, Verdine White

Lyric:
What up G'yea
Father to son, know what it is?

What up son, how you feelin'? It won't be long before
I return in God's willin', but in the mean time
Do everything grandma tell ya follow her words
And I promise you they won't fail ya, just be strong
And take care of your little sister, tell her that I love her
And that daddy miss her you know I love you two

Just keep doin' good in school and remember bein' bad, boy
Don't make you cool might make a fool of yourself
Or you'll end up like me incarcerated and I know you
Will be S and B, we should be free, my son, you know
I wouldn't lie to you so make the garden, and these hoes
Don't apply to you, ya heard me boy? You gotta dedicate
Your life to God 'cause he's the one who blessed you
From the start and made you smart, I know you smart

That's why I write you this type of letter but I shouldn't worry
Too much because we raised you better, me and my momma
And I know that you gonna represent and thank you for the letters
And the pensions that you sent you made me happy
I was blessed with you when I was young and we gonna grow up
Together, father and son, father and son

Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray
It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered, 'cause we pray, here it goes

When I get out it's gonna be us, see? Me, you, and G'jay and Jess
Outta the family at DZ or wherever else y'all wanna go
I promise y'all, they won't separate us no more, not in this life time
Ya know y'all mean the world to me, and nothin' more precious
Than my boys and girl to me, not even me, so when your wrong
I'm correctin' you 'cause if I don't, it's as good as neglectin' you
Now this the truth, see I only want what's best for you
And if there's somethin' you can't do, I won't think less of you

Just try your best, I can see you got my ways in you
But I don't want you goin' through the same things I went through
See I was wild, even when I didn't have to be
That's why you always see them people comin' after me
But not no more, you see this change here had to come
I couldn't pasursize livin' down to my son, not to my son

Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray
Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray

It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes
It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered, 'cause we pray, here it goes

Boy, I just love spendin' time with you
When you get older, I might even bust rhymes with you
If you want to you know, you always make me proud of you
No matter what the situation I'll go out with you
But I don't want you, to think that goin' to jail's cool
Just 'cause I didn't, boy you still gotta finish school
Don't be no fool see I went back and got mine
So if there's somethin' I wanna do, they can't stop mine
You know what I'm talkin' about, the people who make up excuses
Besides entertainment, labor sports, they think we're useless

But see the truth is in the good and when they puttin', whip on ya ass
When you get that money fast, you spend that money fast, boy
Everything you think you wanna do, I finally done it
See when I'm gone, everything I own, you gonna want it
And if you decide to settle down with a woman, make sure ya know her
It's cool to love someone but don't be a sucker for her

Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray
Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects
The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way
It hurt my heart to think that you could end up that way, so I pray

It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes
It hurts me father, seein' your mind can falter
We must be faltered 'cause we pray, here it goes

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Good Guy - Lyrics - Nathan Michael Shawn Wanya - Boyz Ii Men

Title: Good Guy
Album: Nathan Michael Shawn Wanya
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Nathan Morris, Wanya Morris, Kandi Burruss, Shawn Stockman, Michael Mccary

Lyric:
I don't understand your thinkin'
You wanna be happy, guess I was mistaken
Baby want my love one night, then just
Say you don't want me
'Cuz something is missin'

Baby girl, you want it and you know it's true
All that I was doin', it meant nothing to you
And if I dogged you out, we'd probably be cool
But I was good to you, so good

Don't you want a guy that's real nice
That'll spend all his doe and his time
Then you change your mind and want a thug guy
That won't act right
It doesn't pay to be the good guy
You callin' me on late nights
Tellin' me how he won't act right
Stayin' with him but he makes you cry
Tell me why
Doesn't pay to be the good guy

Every time I try to be the good guy
You take me for granted, throw me to the side
Rather have a man that'll tell you lies
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Why should I be the good guy?
And be left for the man that don't treat you right
There's nothing good in being good guys
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

I don't understand your reason
Sayin' you love me, then sayin' you're leavin'
The situation here is really changin'
Don't wanna fall in love 'cuz you play me

Oh
You gotta be kiddin' me
No
Been tryin' to get rid of me
I do more for you than any brother would do
I was good to you, so good

Don't you want a guy that's real nice
That'll spend all his doe and his time
Then you change your mind and want a thug guy
That won't act right
It doesn't pay to be the good guy
You callin' me on late nights
Tellin' me how he won't act right
Stayin' with him but he makes you cry
Tell me why
Doesn't pay to be the good guy

Every time I try to be the good guy
You take me for granted, throw me to the side
Rather have a man that'll tell you lies
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Why should I be the good guy?
And be left for the man that don't treat you right
There's nothing good in being good guys
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

I was good to you
Played the fool for you
You messed it up for the next girl in my life
I never knew
Do the things I do for you
Our love just wasn't true
I was good to you, so good to you
So good to you
Every time I try

Every time I try to be the good guy
You take me for granted, throw me to the side
Rather have a man that'll tell you lies
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Why should I be the good guy?
And be left for the man that don't treat you right
There's nothing good in being good guys
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Every time I try to be the good guy
You take me for granted, throw me to the side
Rather have a man that'll tell you lies
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Why should I be the good guy?
And be left for the man that don't treat you right
There's nothing good in being good guys
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Every time I try to be the good guy
You take me for granted, throw me to the side
Rather have a man that'll tell you lies
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Why should I be the good guy?
And be left for the man that don't treat you right
There's nothing good in being good guys
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Every time I try to be the good guy
You take me for granted, throw me to the side
Rather have a man that'll tell you lies
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

Why should I be the good guy?
And be left for the man that don't treat you right
There's nothing good in being good guys
Tell me why? Tell me why? Tell me why?

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Nothin But Love - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Nothin But Love
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): M Craig, M.A. Jr. Wood, Tupac Shakur, Daryl Anderson

Lyric:
Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin' Hennesey, smokin' weed
Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be

Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank
Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
Shooting craps in the alley 'til they chased us off
Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all

Ooh wee, who popped that coochie best?
On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot

Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
Lookin dumb, 'cause you waitin' for your chance to hump
Straight grindin', everybody havin' fun
And it's cool 'til a fool pull a loaded gun

'Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over
He had to act a fool now the party's over
Gun shots rang like it's thunder
And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number

Says she got a man but she's lying
Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and
He's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
I ain't trippin' I just hope he get 'em, I got nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love

I love to go back, to the block I got my game from
And make a [Incomprehensible] to the place that I came from
'Cause uh, old man still drinkin', his breath still stinkin'
He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin'

But I can't diss him, he's my elder
He been livin' here longer what that tell ya?
And little girls playin' double dutch
Still blush, 'cause she don't get in trouble much

It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And little boys playin' stick ball, quick y'all
Get out the street before they hit y'all

And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss
And wonder how we came to this
I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
I can't take what she offers me

And this is how the world could be
This is how the world should be
Feels good to be back on the streets
'Cause I know they got love for me, nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
I'm down for yours, nuthin' but love

When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see
'Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
I saw our brothers getting rich slangin' crack to folks
And the square's getting big for these sack of dope

Started thinking 'bout a plan to get paid myself
So I made myself, raised myself
'Til the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't cool
You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"

I got my game about women from a prostitute
And way back used to rap on the block for loot
I tryed to make my way legit, haha
But it was hard, 'cause rhymes don't pay the rent

And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out
My family on welfare
I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care

I'm out here on my own
At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone
I'm feelin' like a waste, tears rollin' down my face
'Cause my life is filled with hate

Until I looked around me
I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
Panthers, pimps, pushers and thugs
Hey yo, that's my family tree, I got nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Yeah, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Yeah, nuthin' but love

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Oh, nuthin' but love
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Yeah

Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
Ain't got nuthin' but love for ya
...

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Bring Your Whole Crew - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: Bring Your Whole Crew
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
Aye c'mon
But they don't hear me no
Uh, but they don't hear me no
Uh, but they don't, they don't
They don't, they don't

I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
And got blood on my dick 'cause I fucked a corpse
I'm a nasty nigga when you pass me nigga look me in my eyes
Tell me to my fuckin' face that you ready to die
You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker
Don't be stupid, you heard what I said motherfucker
Who shot you? Aw nigga, like you don't know
Stickin' you for yo' dough while I'm fuckin' yo' broke ho

Yo! don't you get the picture? Niggaz can't touch me
'Cause I don't give a fuck G, I'll get you touched B
I got choice, to rip my slug or take apart a door
And enough crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
So what you want nigga? help, 'cause you se about to rest
When I'm fed, Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess
And a vest will do nuthin' but make you look a little thicker
'Cause in the dark you ain't nuthin' but a lil' nigga

And if you'd been thinkin' about that shit you did
You wouldn'ta brought the joint, with you kid
Now I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, with the machete
I bring beef to niggaz, and string 'em out, like spaghetti
You ain't ready nor can you stand how I'm bringin' it
I'm givin' it is how I'm livin' it so I'm swingin' it
Red dot on your head, 'cause youse in mid range
Red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Now if your heart was as big as your mouth, you'd be real
But it's not so I know if you get knocked, you'll squeal
Like a bitch, 'cause you is a bitch and always been a bitch
And you know how niggaz do a bitch we run up in a bitch
Put something in a bitch
Nigga, do you know me? Nigga do you owe me?
Figured you could blow me?
Well I'm a let this trigger fill you homey
Y'all niggaz gots to be smokin' somethin'
Thinkin' you chokin' somethin'

Fuckin' around with me, you'll be a broken somethin'
I'm out for 'blood' with the 'crips' at war
How much shit could you talk with your lips on the floor?
Pussy niggaz make me itch, so I scratch, you is a bitch
So I snatch up your face, fake ass pencil I scratch you
Yeah there was a time
When I woulda jumped up and choked this nigga
But now I'm on some shit like, yo smoke this nigga

I'm 'bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill 'em
Somebody come and get this motherfucker before I kill him
Fresh out the asylum, I'm whylin'
Y'all niggaz know the phone numbers for help you best to dial 'em
911, emergency, the urgency
Will have witnesses seein' what the surgeon see
How far you gon' get, with your dome split fool
I catch your man slippin', 'cause he think his shit cool
But it ain't, so I paint the walls with his blood
Another dick in the mud, nigga what

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door
Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love

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Why'D You Lie To Me - Lyrics - Not That Kind - Anastacia

Title: Why'D You Lie To Me
Album: Not That Kind
Artist: Anastacia
Composer(s): Gregory Dean Lawson, Trey Parker, Canela Cox, Damon Sharpe, Damon Butler, Anasticia Newkirk

Lyric:
Why'd you lie to me?
Can't be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why'd you lie to me?
You've been creepin', sneekin', sleepin' with another
Messed up, it's time to leave, so bye, bye

Used to treat me like a queen
Said I was your everything
Promised me that you would never cheat, on me
But I found a number on the floor
And I won't take it no more
Baby it feels so crazy thinkin' you'd be true to me, yeah

Tell me baby, did you really think that
I would maybe I turn the other cheak and
And let you play me?
I thought you were different but you're like the rest it's true

Why'd you lie to me?
Can't be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why'd you lie to me?
You've been creepin', sneekin', sleepin' with another
Messed up, it's time to leave, so bye, bye, yeah

Last time you played me like a fool
Now it's time I lose my cool
Ain't no way you'll ever get another chance
Why did you just claimed to be so true
When I gave my world to you?
All you wanna do is hang out on the edge of the line

Tell me baby, did you really think that
I would maybe, I turn the other cheak and
Let you play me? Ohh, but I flipped it all for you

Why'd you lie to me?
Can't be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why'd you lie to me?
You've been creepin', sneekin', sleepin' with another
Messed up, it's time to leave, so bye, bye

Tell me baby, did you really think that
I would maybe, I turn the other cheak and
Let you play me? Ohh, but I flipped it all for you

Why'd you lie to me?
Why'd you lie to me?
Why'd you lie to me?
Why'd you? Why'd you lie to me?

Why'd you lie to me?
Can't be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why'd you lie to me?
You've been creepin', sneekin', sleepin' with another
Messed up, it's time to leave, so bye, bye

Why'd you lie to me?
Can't be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why'd you lie to me?
You've been creepin', sneekin', sleepin' with another
Messed up, it's time to leave, so bye, bye

Why'd you lie to me?
Can't be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why'd you lie to me?
You've been creepin', sneekin', sleepin' with another
Messed up, it's time to leave, so bye, bye

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Blackout - Lyrics - Mars / Venus - Koffee Brown

Title: Blackout
Album: Mars / Venus
Artist: Koffee Brown
Composer(s): Shanell Jones, Keir Gist, Balewa Muhammad, Eddie Berkeley, Clifton Lighty

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Lyric:
One two I remember when we first met
I fell in love with the sex, hickeys on my tities
Bite marks on my neck wifey like next
But now you get vexed and in the last six months
Seems you lost respect

You don't call when you hang out, ball with the range out
Act all wild in the mall wanna bang out
Shit nigga you don't know who I be
Instead of flippin' on me get a J O B

Loud talkin', pickin' my clothes like a orphan
And when ever I'm out you be stalkin'
911 paging you be callin', what so important

Use the bathroom then you come back and say you want to talk
With your hands not washed and the seat up
Get a job and get your ass up and make the bed up yeah

What do you do when your man is a bum
Can't keep a job for more than a month
Your friends don't like him and his game is dead
You blew it off with him 'cause he's good in bed

Take your keys and throw them out
Or just get mad and run your mouth
You work all day, he's on the couch
Don't that make you want to blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me, I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna make me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Talkin' like you got room
Don't even clean the house, never seen a broom
Movin' my shit don't know where it's at
I told you more than once I wasn't havin' that

I'm about to blackout got to let it out
Doin' crazy things make me want to shout
Blowin' up my cell what's that all about
Sayin' you was home when I seen you out, I'm havin' doubts

Now what do you do when your girls a bird
Pack her shit kick to the curb
Lose your cool catch your case
Sleep wit her friends throw it back in her face

Do ya take her back try again
Can't leave home don't trust your friends
Turn your back she'll play you out
Don't that make you want to blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me, I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna make me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Clothes smellin' like perfume or makeup
Call me somebody else when we make love
You trickin' my dough at the strip club
You think it's a game but I'm gettin' fed up

You talkin' in codes on your cell phone
You do it on the low like I ain't gon' know
You movin' too fast better slow down
You playin' me close gonna make me blackout

Yo pluck an independent woman like Beyonce
And I could give a damn what you and your boyz say
No need to kick me out I don't wanna stay
Pack the coach bags and be on my way

I don't need you, you need a broad that wake up in the morn
Clean cook and feed you
And that ain't luck nigga that's what's up
Key up the truck and clear the bank account when I blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna see me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

Your clothes smellin' like perfume or makeup
Call me somebody else when we make love
You trickin' my dough at the strip club
You think it's a game but I'm gettin' fed up

You talkin' in codes on your cell phone
You do it on the low like I ain't gon' know
You movin' too fast better slow down
You playin' me close gonna make me blackout

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
Flippin' on me I'm flippin' on you
You don't wanna see me act a fool

Think I'm about to blackout, blackout
Grabin' out wildin' out
I don't wanna lose my cool
I'm about to blackout on you

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Can'T Fuck Wit A Nigga - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Can'T Fuck Wit A Nigga
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): J Najar, Kelton Mcdonald, Robert C. L. Bacon Jr., David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Yeah, motherfuckers
Right back on your ass
Right about now we about to let you know that
Compton's in the motherfucking house
I got my niggas Dre and [unverified] in this motherfucker
And my road dog KK, we gonna put niggas to sleep in the
Four-hundred three, check

Yeah, motherfucker right back up on your ass
I hid in the bushes and I crept up through the grass
What you running for bitch? You fake Irish faggot
You got a big booty Everlast let me tag it
'Cuz you look like a Roman but you try to clown
I kicked you in your ass that's why you jump around
So don't try to fuck with a Compton nigga
And I'mma tell you who's Daddy fuck with a trigga

Now Daddy is the nigga getting head from your Mommy
Daddy is the nigga with the gun like a tommy
Daddy is the nigga that you wanna be like
And Daddy is the nigga with your shit on his nikes
So don't be scared just be prepared
For when you dis a nigga that you won't be spared
Little white boy how the fuck you figure
No you can't fuck with a nigga

You can't fuck with a nigga
Thinking you wanna fade me

Mark Killer
Fool you crazy
Can't fuck with a nigga
Motherfuckers just like you
You'd better step before I beat you with a switch

You can't fuck with a nigga
Thinking you wanna fade me

Mark Killer
Fool you crazy
You can't fuck with a nigga
Motherfuckers just like you
You'd better step before I beat you with a switch

Now there's a certain type of nigga that can make you sick
Motherfucking booty and ain't saying shit
But you have to start to stepping you ain't got no style
Your white is showing like Belinda Carlyle
And the only way that you can be cool
Is if you jump your ass in the pool
Mr. Everlast went up to the Hill

To steal a style from the brother B-real
Then these no talent fools out here getting breaks
Who the fuck better make these wack-ass tapes
The homie said, "Squash it and just let it slide"
But I gotta shoot 'em down in the middle of the ride
I heard your head was big but I can still crush it
Every check you lay you know we have to flush it
Fuck it pass me the brew and let me swig a
Uhh it's the funky white nigga

No you can't fuck with a nigga
Thinking you wanna fade me

Mark Killer
Fool you crazy
Can't fuck with a nigga
Motherfuckers just like you
You'd better step before I beat you with a switch

You can't fuck with a nigga
Thinking you wanna fade me

Mark Killer
Fool you crazy
No you can't fuck with a nigga
Motherfuckers just like you
You're a punk motherfucker with a punk mother fucking crew

The black fool from the other side
Watch me when I who-ride
Creeping up on you from the blind side
Now here we go hoe yo niggas bring it on
Four dogs barking in a dawn
Hey watch em all catch all your homies when they fall
Nothing but bullet holes left in the wall
KA tripping never caught slipping
Throwing three fingers to the fools that's
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Say nigga don't you know what's up?
Coming up on to get you fucked up
Knuckle or the belt-buckle which way you want it?
It really don't matter I'm a be all up on it
KK all the way from L.A.
Still the same nigga up to no good
I'm signing out D Quik and my nigga Hi-C
Yo, you can't fuck with a G

No you can't fuck with a nigga
Thinking you wanna fade me

Mark Killer
Fool you crazy
No you can't fuck with a nigga
Motherfuckers just like you
You'd better step before I beat you with a switch

You can't fuck with a nigga
Thinking you wanna fade me

Mark Killer
Fool you crazy
You can't fuck with a nigga
Motherfuckers just like you
You're a punk motherfucker with a punk mother fucking crew

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