Walk Like A "G" - Lyrics - Fiend

Title: Walk Like A "G"
Artist: Fiend
Composer(s): Richard Anthony Jr Jones, Craig Lawson, J Tapp

Lyric:
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut

Somethin' about the way I make moves
Some think it the shoes and just uh mu'fuckas like to blame it on TRU
When I do, what I do and talk that slang
Makin' the hardest street niggaz askin' me can they hang

Ain't no thang but you must wear khakis or G bose?
Neck touchin' some gold and fully don't love hoes
Blowin' smoke out ya nose, keep a box of optimos
Hustlin', so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose

Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have never seen
Keep their mind wanderin' and steady servin' fiends
In my jeans a 9 gat, jack because of my rep
My other pocket full of money, givin' me this funny step

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

I walk, high talk, G's up and soldiers down
I used to bob and weave when I was on that doodoo brown
Face down on the ground, when Slim come around
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound

I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I talk
4-4 boys I used to balk but now I got a glock 40
I feel sorry for any nigga that wanna get naughty

I love fuckin' up parties, watchin' bitches like Charlie
Ask Magnolia Shorty, that's my people, she could call it
My mama told me, I still walk the same way
Talk the same way, every since I was yay

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

I ain't got to show it for nobody, you can see that I ball
3 months, fuck the walker, I was struttin' 'fore I crawl
Before the old school even had the, "Yes, yes, ya'll"
I was spendin' my uneven money on my family in the mall

Young Fiend, was the guard, I breaks rules with it
My [Incomprehensible] got grooves with it 'cause I packs tools with it
I simply acts a fool with it, roll, represent-a
Wear minks in the winter, Tank iced in the center

My step is the agenda, not only this voice
But it's crazy 'bout my hips, naw they ain't havin' my choice
Now the moral to the story is that I'm cold with it
Made a song about my stroll with it, if you was with it, can ya dig it?

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I think they lovin' my drug dealer strut
You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G"
Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut

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Dealer - Lyrics - Traffic

Title: Dealer
Artist: Traffic
Composer(s): Steve Winwood, Jim Capaldi

Lyric:
As the evening sun goes down
The Dealer shuffles into town
Makes a note of what's a float
And spinning 'round, he'll cut your throat

In the time it takes to heal
The Dealer's made another deal
When he plays, he plays for keeps
And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel

Dealer, Dealer

Like the mighty ocean's roar, he gets all his share and more
Mexican right to the core and very proud
[Incomprehensible] up the shore, he'll get even with the score
Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore

Between the desert and the dove
Money is his only love
Feeling nothing deep inside
His mind is governed by his pride

In a smoky little room
Shadows moving in the gloom
Someone turns a running flush
And breaks the deathly quiet hush

Dealer, Dealer
Dealer, Dealer
Dealer, Dealer
...

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Drug Dealer - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Drug Dealer
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Shirley Sylvers, Paul E Huston

Lyric:
Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Drug dealer, understand historical fact
Every race got ahead from sellin drugs except Black
We are under attack, here comes another cold fact
In the 30's and 40's a drug dealer wasn't black
They were Jewish, Italian, Irish, Polish, etc. etc
Now in 90 their live's a lot better
They'll sell you a sweater, a pair of pants cold hearted
But first sellin drugs and killin people is how they started
Drug dealer, black and Hispanic, stop killin one another
Cause in the ghetto we're all brothers
Organized economically, understand the psychology
America is the drug monopoly
They own the block and kill your brother for
Therefore, we got the same enemy - what's more, I go on tour
But who do you think picks up the bill?
A hard workin fireman? Chill

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Eighty percent of American business is created illegally
This is a fact I don't ask you to believe in me
If you're really in the drug game to win it
Eventually you're gonna get shot, open a clinic
Again, if you're really in the drug game to win it
Invest in a prison, therefore you can be put in it
Everyone else did it now they chillin
Above the law, while your under the law still killin
One another, wake up my Hispanic brother, my African brother
America's not your mother
Or your father, so don't bother with right or wrong
Just check out the logic in the song
Organize, realize, become unhypnotized
To the lies that your livin for the get high
See many people have forgotten the fact
That America was never ever built for Black
So when some people are gonna run and buy crack
Take the money and put it back into Black
It's only logic, see KRS-One will rock it
With knowledge, education for the people I'll never stop it
Organize and legitimize your business
Remember, everybody else did this

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

Black drug dealer, you have to wise up
And organize your business so that we can rise up
If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool
Organize your money and open up a school

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Della And The Dealer - Lyrics - Hoyt Axton

Title: Della And The Dealer
Artist: Hoyt Axton
Composer(s): Hoyt Axton

Lyric:
It was Della and the Dealer and a dog named Jake
And a cat named Kalamazoo
Left the city in a pick up truck
Gonna make some dreams come true

Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets
And the coyote bays at the moon
Della and the Dealer and a dog named Jake
And a cat named Kalamazoo

If that cat could talk what tales he'd tell
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well?
But the cat was cool and he never said a mumblin' word

Down Tucson way there's a small cafe
Where they play a little cowboy tune
And the guitar picker was a friend of mine
By the name of Randy Boone

Yea, Randy played her a sweet love song
And Della got a fire in her eye
The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun
And the cat had a shot of Rye

If that cat could talk what tales he'd tell
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well?
But the cat was cool and he never said a mumblin' word

Yea , the dealer was a killer
He was evil and mean
And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes

He snorted his coke through a century note
And swore that Boone would die

The stage was set when the lights went out
There was death in Tucson town
Two shadows ran for the bar back door
And one stayed on the ground

If that cat could talk what tales he'd tell
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well?
But the cat was cool and he never said a mumblin' word

Two shadows ran from the bar that night
And dog and cat ran too
And the tires got hot on the pick up truck
As down the road they flew

It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake
And a cat named Kalamazoo
Left Tucson in a pick-up truck
Gonna make some dreams come true

If that cat could talk what tales he'd tell
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well?
But the cat was cool and he never said a mumblin' word

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20 - Meet The Dealer - Lyrics - Self Explanatory - I

Title: 20 - Meet The Dealer
Album: Self Explanatory
Artist: I
Composer(s): Gregory Green, Christopher Bria Bridges, Bobby Sandimanie, Sean Thomas

Lyric:
Yeah, he go by the name of I Dub
Straight from Scottsdale, where the rock sell
And we disturbing tha peace for 4 years strong
Aand still just gettin' started, whaddup?

'Cuz when it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin' on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin' to the sounds of The Dealer

Yeah, we gettin' droed out, yeah, so bring them hoes out, yeah
She tryna hold out, yeah, then she can roll out, yeah
I'm spittin' game folk, yeah, she love my name folk, yeah
She love the fame folk, yeah, she wanna claim folk, yeah

I'm tryna get blown, yeah, she tryna get known, yeah
I'm drankin' Hennessey, yeah, she off that Patrone, yeah
We takin' shots now, yeah, she love my rocks now, yeah
It was a cold world, yeah but I'm on top now, yeah

Yall on that weak shit, yeah, that wan' beef shit, yeah
But I ain't rap dog, yeah, I'm on that street shit, yeah
So we can get it started, yeah 'cuz I ain't never scared, yeah
Before you call us out, yeah, you better be prepared, yeah

'Cuz when it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin' on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin' to the sounds of The Dealer

When it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin' on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin' to the sounds of The Dealer

I'm from that Dec-Town, yeah, you'll get laid down, yeah
We used to bust techs, yeah, we sprayin' K's now, yeah
All you local niggaz, yeah, y'all too underground, yeah
Keep ya mouth shut, yeah, before you under ground, yeah

And to you pretty thugs, yeah, I blow ya chest up, yeah
While you dressed up, yeah, my niggaz vest up, yeah
You'll on that block shit, yeah, bust ya glock shit, yeah
I'm just a bunch of hoes, yeah, that love to gossip, yeah

I won't waste lines, yeah, I won't waste rhymes, yeah
On you hoe niggaz, yeah, tryna get signed, yeah
I feel ya pain dog, yeah, let me be clear, yeah
You tryna get a rep, yeah but you won't get it here, yeah

'Cuz when it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin' on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin' to the sounds of The Dealer

When it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin' on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin' to the sounds of The Dealer

I was a unknown, yeah, now I'm full blown, yeah
I had no threads, yeah, now the block's on, yeah
I changed my whole life, yeah, in like 3 years, yeah
I lost a few friends, yeah, shed a few tears, yeah

But that's the cost dog, yeah, to be da boss dog, yeah
If I'm on dog, yeah, you get off dog, yeah
And it's no problem, yeah, getcha small starch, yeah
Off in this rap game, yeah, I got no comp, yeah

I'm on them 2-4's, yeah, I'm in that new range, yeah
Yeah, it's the same shit, yeah but it's a new game, yeah
Yall ain't real man, yeah, stop that grill man, yeah
You might get killed man, yeah, so here's the deal man, yeah

'Cuz when it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin' on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin' to the sounds of The Dealer

When it come to this money I'm the main receiver
Snatch yo bitch then I aim to please her
Laid back puffin' on a pound of that cheeba
While I'm listenin' to the sounds of The Dealer

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Dealer - Lyrics - Come Taste The Band - Deep Purple

Title: Dealer
Album: Come Taste The Band
Artist: Deep Purple
Composer(s): Tommy Bolin, David Coverdale

Lyric:
If you fool around
With the dealer
Remember soon
You'll have to pay, yeah

He'll creep behind you
Like a hunter
Just to steal your soul away

I don't want no one
Messing with my woman
But just the same
I don't see nobody
Fooling with you

If you're snow blind
Madonna can hold you
But if you don't understand
There is nothing she can do for you

Running from the dealer
Trying to save your soul

I can feel the fire
Coming from inside you
I know what it's like
'Cos I've been burned before

Ain't no mercy in the hunger
You're a fool to yourself
'Cos your dealer keeps you begging for more

Running from the dealer
Trying to save your soul

In the beginning all you wanted
Was the calm before the storm
If the bluebird plays the eagle, yeah
He finds his song will turn to stone, dealer

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Lived In The Projects - Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

Title: Lived In The Projects
Album: Matthew
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin

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Lyric:
Yeah, motherfucker, that?s right
The motherfucker in the house, Kool Keith
Fuck all the bullshit, let?s get to the real shit, yeah

Your rhyme touch is soft kid like a stripper?s ass
With a touch of plastic, writin' with a local style
Talkin' about competitive shit you never mastered
Youse a wannabe thug nigga, you ain?t bugged nigga

I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga
Who want the whiplash? cigarette burns
Broken face hair pinned up in a AST
Me standin' on the top of your tour bus

Butt naked with a fuckin' hockey mask
Slicin' your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass
Don?t you know I?m sick nigga? Lick my dick, nigga
Forty-four caliber killer gun toter

Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment
Old dingy fucked up Bronx apartment
Don?t piss me off with a tec nine loaded in a bullshit street argument

I don?t care how hard you get
You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin' shit
You ain?t stoppin' shit, fuck that Batman and Robin shit
And what block you with, kneel down

Make a nigga like you call me Big Ernest
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
Watch the thermostat, you ain?t no fuckin' fat cat

You never lived in the projects
You ain?t no drug dealer
You never lived in the projects
You ain?t no drug dealer
You never lived in the projects
You ain?t no drug dealer

Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat
Carribean ruckus with an Elvis wig
Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap motherfuckers
Bodyguards won?t work with a thirty shot car bomb

Under my Dominican shirt, sub machine in the duffle bag
Watchin' sesame street with my daughter, peepin Ernie and Bert
With backstage passes, wearin a long trench coat
Get Morris in your projects and Jackson
In a Madison Square Garden concert

Ready for CBS and NBC, to do a big network
The average guy, havin' a product manager
And a female publicist wearin' a fuckin' bulletproof vest
I got time for motherfuckers actin' like Elliot Ness

Winchester sawed off blow your Rolex through your fuckin' chest
Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl?s dress
I?m ready for more progress, have your head sent home
And a piece of your leg sittin' on the record company desk
Extort like a mad nigga Western Union
You don?t have a clue men how I get through men

You never lived in the projects
You ain?t no drug dealer
You never lived in the projects
You ain?t no drug dealer

You never lived in the projects
You ain?t no drug dealer
You never lived in the projects
You ain?t no drug dealer

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Slave Dealer'S Daughter - Lyrics - Gin Blossoms

Title: Slave Dealer'S Daughter
Artist: Gin Blossoms
Composer(s): Doug Hopkins, William Leen

Lyric:
I've been trying for so long
Trying to forget
The ports of northern Africa
And the man I met

He said he had a daughter
Maybe I could meet her
He thought I was a trader
Oh, that was how I met that slave dealer's daughter

Her eyes were black, her hair was raven
Her skin was soft and brown
Eighteen years, she looked a woman
I thought she'd been around

She'd never met a jailbird [unverified]
I knew that she was lonely
She offered me her body
So I fell in love with that slave dealer's daughter

Her father's men came after me
Trying to hunt me down
For three long years I've hid my face
And run from town to town

She never met a jailbird
I knew that she was lonely
She offered me her body
So I fell in love with that slave dealer's daughter

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The Dealer - Lyrics - Joan Armatrading

Title: The Dealer
Artist: Joan Armatrading
Composer(s): Joan Armatrading

Lyric:
Everybody wants to be my friend
Everybody wants to take me home
All these people want the number of my phone
Do you know why they want me

I'm the dealer
And they want me for all
All I can give

I deal in danger
When I do the buying
You pay the price
And I'll do the crime

I'm the dealer, no credit
Just paper or gold
You pay your bills
And I'll fill the holes

I'm the dealer
And they want me for all
All I can give

I deal in women
Medicine and art
If you need help
I can fix it

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Street Dreams (Remix) - Lyrics - Nas

Title: Street Dreams (Remix)
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Annie Lennox, Dave Stewart, Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
Uhh, what, what, uhh

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

My man put me up for the share, one fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave

Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, 'til proven guilty
I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty

For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
The first trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it

Fresh face, NY plates got a crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catchin' feelings

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Livin' with moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet

Two sips from bein' alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein' rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser dream, we could all score with

The Cartel Argentina coke with the Nina
Up in the hotel, smokin' on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her

She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while I'm hoppin' in the drop top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Growin' up project struck, lookin' for luck, dreamin'
Scopin' the large, niggaz beamin', check what I'm seein'
Cars, ghetto stars pushin' ill Europeans
GN, heard about them old timers OD'n

Young, early 80's, throwin' rocks at the crazy lady
Worshippin' every word, them rope, rockin' niggaz gave me
The street raised me up, givin' a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin' it up

I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? Gettin' put on to crack money
With all the gunplay, paintin' the kettle black hungry

A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years
Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin' coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressin', to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spendin', never holdin' out

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

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Street Dreams - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Street Dreams
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Annie Lennox, Dave Stewart, Samuel Barnes, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uhh, what, what, uhh

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

My man put me up for the share, one fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave

Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, 'til proven guilty
I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty

For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
The first trip without the clique
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it

Fresh face, NY plates got a crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catchin' feelings

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Livin' with moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet

Two sips from bein' alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein' rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser dream, we could all score with

The Cartel Argentina coke with the Nina
Up in the hotel, smokin' on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale between her
The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her

She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while I'm hoppin' in the drop top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Growin' up project struck, lookin' for luck, dreamin'
Scopin' the large, niggaz beamin', check what I'm seein'
Cars, ghetto stars pushin' ill Europeans
GN, heard about them old timers OD'n

Young, early 80's, throwin' rocks at the crazy lady
Worshippin' every word, them rope, rockin' niggaz gave me
The street raised me up, givin' a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin' it up

I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? Gettin' put on to crack money
With all the gunplay, paintin' the kettle black hungry

A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years
Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin' coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressin', to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spendin', never holdin' out

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

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Trap Niggaz - Lyrics - Boyz N da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: Trap Niggaz
Album: Boyz N da Hood
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Jacoby White, Christopher J Gholson, Miguel Scott, Lee Dixon

Lyric:
Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so, hell, I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so hell, I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(Hell, I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

Well, first of all, I'm that nigga that's moving that work for y'all
I'm the one you call who, got it all, X, dro, par, salt
I gotta get it now nigga and don't count on cost
'Cause the way I'm feelin' nigga, I wanna take it all

What up Nigga? Pump your breaks, slow your roll, dude
What? If you want the real money, you gotta lose the attitude
Nigga, what type of shit is you on
Don't be talkin' all God damn reckless on my phone

Well, I'm just saying though, I'm just tellin' you what I stand for
We both grown men so just gimme what I ask for
I never asked your ass for a half of nothing
'Cause I already have what they ask for

Your mouth too fly dawg
Plus your numbers too high dawg
So why even try dawg
I'm getting money, you just getting by dawg

Whatchu mean nigga? I fuck hoes too
My niggaz bringin' them bummas in truck loads too
Yeah, I ain't but nineteen nigga but I'm no joke
Ain't nann no nigga try to fuck me 'cause I know coke

Believe that bullshit if you wanna word boy
I shot at 'em and they hotter than a sauna
And watch your tone, we gonna be heard
And one more thing, don't ever use that C-word

Ay, come on man, I'm from the West Side
I think you already know that we on it man
We getting dough, boy, we moving blow, boy
And we's hotter than the stove in '94 boy

Ay, that might be true
But I ain't worried 'bout them, I'm trying to help you
It ain't about whose damn bread is longest
It's about who can stay out on these streets the longest

Ay, 'cause one slip and you outta here
Won't be back till them damn Duck Dodgers years
I tell you what? Gimme what you think I outta have
Watch how I have them fiends asking' for your autograph

Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so, hell, I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

Well, they done put you on a track with a well known trap and
(Hell, I'm well known myself so, hell, I might as well trap withcha)
Shit can get crazy dawg, I hope you brought your strap withcha
(Hell, I'm a cap peelin' crack dealer, this ain't just no rap nigga)

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Wilma'S Rainbow - Lyrics - Unsung: The Best Of Helmet 1991-1997 - Helmet

Title: Wilma'S Rainbow
Album: Unsung: The Best Of Helmet 1991-1997
Artist: Helmet
Composer(s): Page Nye Hamilton

Lyric:
You heard about, "Be your own man"
You talk a lot and loud
Illustrate the obvious boy
You're mentally endowed

Watershed year comes
You flush with fever
The richest junk dealer

Honestly, a book you read once
Let you think in rhymes
The old extreme sits pale and molds
Now for the millionth time

Wilma's rainbow
Of peaceful colors
The richest junk dealer

Wilma's rainbow
Of peaceful colors
The richest junk dealer

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Daydreamin' - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: Daydreamin'
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Chad Dexter Burnett, Albert Johnson, Michael J Clervoix

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Lyric:
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

Coming up we ain't have much, a lot of canned food
Cereal in the white box with powdered milk too
My moms couldn't buy me the shoes I want
We put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucks

It's cool to have shelto, I had the libeaz
With the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculous
I knew way back then we had to step it up
'Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't us

Me and hav' took the train from Manhattan to Conney
Everyday and night just so we can got songs done
We had guns, weed and a couple of forties
If we got lucky on the way, we could jook someone

We used to watch video music box
And pray maybe one day we could get a shot
Outside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V.
From money that they made off the block

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

My day dreams is more like nightmares
A vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time shares
My friends did a turn 'cause it's not they turn
Or how the streets gonna be when they release fur

When I get that million bucks will I remain the same?
Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed?
Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech?
When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heat

I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad
A far cry from what a dream was all I had
Do I got the right team or they riding for cash
Would they jump in front of me when them cameras flash

Is the 'pop police, gon' be up my ass
Can't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stash
Gotta collect receipts 'cause that bitch uncle Sam
Invades your space when you evade his tax

Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelers
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Hats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakers
That brand new car smell

We sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts, the hottest broads they make
Can't wait 'til it's my turn to get dough
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more

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Las Vegas Dealer - Lyrics - Gomez

Title: Las Vegas Dealer
Artist: Gomez
Composer(s): Ben Ottewell, Oliver James Peacock, Paul Blackburn, Ian Thomas Ball, Thomas William Gray

Lyric:
Good bye Lauren Lee, my precious Lauren Lee has gone
Gone so far away, now won't be back today or tomorrow
Good bye Lauren Lee, my precious Lauren Lee has gone out

But is he away with the fairies, is he away with me?
Take him away, it's free, I play anywhere I choose
Did he get into the sequel, how is Leno these days?
Take it away, 'cause I don't care whether we win or lose
Yeah, whether we win or lose

All my chips are down, my precious chips are almost gone
Find a better caller, dealer man without a son
Put it all on one, I feel like number one is on now

But is he away with the fairies, is he away with me?
Take him away, it's free, I play anywhere I choose
Did he get into the sequel, how is Leno these days?
Take it away, 'cause I don't care whether we win or lose
Yeah, whether we win or lose

Good bye Lauren Lee, my precious Lauren Lee has gone out

Yeah, whether we win or lose, whether we win or lose
Yeah, whether we win or lose

Is he away with the fairies, is he away with me?
Take him away, it's free, I play anywhere I choose
Did he get into the sequel, how is Leno these days?
Take it away, 'cause I don't care whether we win or lose
Yeah, whether we win or lose

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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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Gringo - Lyrics - Konvicted - Akon

Title: Gringo
Album: Konvicted
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Aliaune Abou Thiam, Giorgio Tuinfort

Lyric:
Konvict music upfront
Gotta get my block sold up, you know me
Gotta get my block sold up, you know me

Eyo gringo, eyo gringo
I heard you want some marijuana
Want some pure white coca
Eyo gringo, eyo gringo
You see I've never been a smoker
I'm just your neighborhood dealer

And I'm tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up

Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up

See, I woke up early as hell one morning
And I noticed my stash was half gone
'Cause these fiends can't stop smokin' my rocks
'Cause lately around my way these niggas been warrin'

Fightin' for territory that's mine
'Cause these cats can't stop liquors or shots
I'm a show you right now the only reason the block is movin'
I got dubs at the price of a dime

That's why I'm on top and it don't stop
'Cause I get it so cheap no matter what I won't be losin'
Re-up spots is so hard to find
But I got one cool ass Mexican

Eyo gringo, eyo gringo
I heard you want some marijuana
Or some pure white coca
Eyo gringo, eyo gringo
You see I've never been a smoker
I'm just your neighborhood dealer

And I'm tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up

Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up

You can find me on the other side of the border
With a hundred grand in my pocket
For the first trip just pack a little bit
'Cause I'm a bring the work back by air or even by water

Whatever it take to get to the crib
Gotta play it safe 'cause they out there
See, I got so much clientele home waiting
I can't just make one trip

But I gotta get enough to supply the city
But I gotta be careful smugglin' in
Vaseline Reynolds Wrap to hide the scent
Off on the next trip while I wait for Jose
He'll bring it to me

Eyo gringo, eyo gringo
I heard you want some marijuana
Or some pure white coca
Eyo gringo, eyo gringo
You see I've never been a smoker
I'm just your neighborhood dealer

And I'm tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up, ohh
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up

Just tryin' to keep my block sold up
Tryin' to keep my block sold up
I said, "I'm just tryin' to keep my block sold up"
Tryin' to keep my block sold up

'Cause I'm a konvict
Never gonna be a convict
'Cause I'm a konvict
Never gonna be a convict

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Keep Your Eye On The Money - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Keep Your Eye On The Money
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx

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Lyric:
Oh yeah, yeah
Black jack, roulette
Losing high and low
She rolls the dice
She's as cold as ice
Turn a young man old

Comedy and tragedy
Entertainment or death
Like Sister Morphine
Hooked on her game
Time to place your bets

But if it wasn't for bad luck
I'd have no luck at all

Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the dealer's hand
Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the lady's hand

Queen of Hearts or Ace of Spades
Well, I'm dancing on the blade
Freak show, goin' broke
Crowd screams on for more

Electric shock won't bring you back
You've gone over the boards
Can't beat the clock, the deck is stacked
Crowd looks in horror

Oh, if it wasn't for bad luck
I'd have no luck at all

Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the dealer's hand
Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the lady's hand

Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the dealer's hand
Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the lady, lady's hand

Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the money

Keep your eye, keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye, keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye, keep your eye on the money

Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye on the money

Keep your eye, keep your eye on the money
Keep your eye, keep your eye

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Sexy Hypnotist - Lyrics - Electric Honey - Luscious Jackson

Title: Sexy Hypnotist
Album: Electric Honey
Artist: Luscious Jackson
Composer(s): Jill Cunniff

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Lyric:
A certified casino bride, I roll in with the dealer's high
Forever yours I'm never sure, I'll bake the apple pies you like
American like it or not, I'll take you for all that you got
A certified casino bride, I roll in with the dealer's high

And I am looking for the slots
I'm filing down my heart
Desert be kind to this traveler

I'm a sexy hypnotist lost on the strip
I'm a sexy hypnotist and I'll bear it all
I'll bear it all, 'cause abs and buns are so much fun

I'm flying down the road of life, there's no sign of the past in sight
The men I knew ain't seen me since I left the sheets and hit the strip
The palaces I left behind the palaces I hope to find
I ride the tiger in the light, I roll in with the dealer's high

Some chick offers me a drink
I'm not like her I think
All tarted up in some burned out shade of pink

I'm a sexy hypnotist lost on the strip
I'm a sexy hypnotist and I'll bear it all
I'll bear it all, 'cause abs and buns are so much fun

Sexy hypnotist lost on the strip
I'm a sexy hypnotist lost on the strip
And I'll bear it all
I'll bear it all, 'cause abs and buns are so much fun

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In Cold Blood - Lyrics - The Fix - Scarface

Title: In Cold Blood
Album: The Fix
Artist: Scarface
Composer(s): Frederick Earl Long, Sylvia Moy, Brad Jordan, K West

Lyric:
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner
Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em
Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
Cops rollin' up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna
Pistol grippin', insurin' won't nobody run up on us

But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em
I ain't playin' no games, I'm on a mission fo' the change
Motherfuck bein' a lame, I'm ten toes in the game deep
I can't slip, this whole world want me sleep
See I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak

And playin' for keeps, 'cause see, it's a thin red line
Between a nigga gettin' his, and me gettin' mine
And plus I'm a nigga with that feelin like it's my time
And anybody standin' in the way of that is dyin'

I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you?
I ain't the one, be pushin' buttons in the sight of my gun
I'm the real live version of the Corleone family
So I spit this clearly, so you hoes'll understand me

One wrong move, and I'm a have to leave you for the goons
Catch you slippin asleep in your bedroom and then
Get you Audi, now what the fuck was this dude thinkin'?
You can cheat the rules of the streets, and not leave stinkin'?

I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold blooded nigga
Bank robber I'm a natural born killer
Drug dealer, anything it took to survive
Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta

I got a brick from a sucker that he wanted to move
But the whole while I'm cookin I'm like, fuck this dude
It's on, thirty-six zones of my own
Keep the money fo' myself and take the work back home

Call that nigga on the phone I just got knocked
And the cops was askin' 'bout you, come get me hot
Never showed, so fuck him and the money that I owed
I got a get rich quick scheme, steppin' on the dough

It's cold, but that's it, I'm on it like I want it
And twenty-eight cash and change, the whole game on it
That means I'm on my feet and I can front the homies D
Break 'em off a couple of C, and double up they fee

Takin' over, shoot up they spot, make it hot
And when the cops dry it out, put my work on the block
And if they wanna ride for they corners we ride right with 'em
Dummy move, whole thing, the goon squad get 'em

I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold blooded nigga
Bank robber I'm a natural born killer
Drug dealer, anything it took to survive
Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta

No mo' petty rock hustlin', I'm in for the run
And I'm fo'sho I'm gone' be murdered for this shit that I done
But I'm a die standin' up 'cause I'm a stand up nigga
Fuck dyin' like a bitch on my knees, I'm a killer

So don't nobody cry 'cause I was destined to get it
Just remember, I'm the one who took the dope game and flipped it
And pimped it, and destroyed everything in the way
Of me seein' first motherfuckin' light of the day
A trigger man, deadly as fuck with a loaded AK

Spot my enemy and kill him the American way
I turned a dream into reality, with a fuck you mentality
Silencin' all these niggaz in the neighborhood who challenged me
Family grievin' from they loved one's mortality
He ain't got a reason to die then kill him

I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold blooded nigga
Bank robber I'm a natural born killer
Drug dealer, anything it took to survive
Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta
Right

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