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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Throwdown 2000 - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: Throwdown 2000
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Dominique Aldridge, Artis L Jr Ivey, Seth Justman

Lyric:
Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And give a loc a little dap when he roll through

If there be a dope beat then all y'all see
Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique
Freak yo physique and you betta not compete
Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep

Never comin' cheap, forty creep
And I hope you don't mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep
I steal money from the rich and give it to the poor
It's Coolio loco the ghetto witch doctor superhero

I take it from the back and bring it to the front
'Cause you gotta give the people what they want
Now hump, do the stomp to the butt
Big homie shake your gut as long as you get your ass up

It's a party over here and let me make it clear
40 Thevz is the crew, so you better come anew
Ain't a damn thing change since the first one
And if you didn't hear the album, go get one

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And give a loc a little dap when he roll through

Here come the thief on the old school beat
And I never knew the meaning of the word 'defeat'
The master of disguise wanna see the people's eyes
Yet, fools try to deny that the man can fly

Just cook 'em all up like gumbo and block their ass like Mutumbo
'Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo
We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes
Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan

I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga
It's the tennis shoe players fat box on the crossfader
Now what if hip hop was like Humpty Dumpty sittin' on the wall?
And what if hip hop had to take a great fall?

And what if rhyme was a crime and each and every time
That you spit a dope line you might have to do some time?
Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town
But Coolio will be ready for the showdown

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And pass the joint to the loc when he roll through

If the shoe fit, put it on and stick
And if your ass can't cash, don't let your mouth write no check
Fools be in the bars unadvanced with a switch
Uppercuts and fight kicks with Weird Al Yankovich

From Tokyo to Sojo, rollin' wit the 4-0
This hip hop that I'm holdin' I'll make it move your coat
It's the Vandino, everything but rhyme's broken
Breakin' a nigga with first position at the open

You can't understand how I do it, I'm just true to it
I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made affluent
Uh, let it ring, let it rip
Everybody holler like Marvin Gaye
But don't you let the record skip

Synchronize the watch, 'cause the party don't stop
Till the neighborhood watch call the cops
It's the wild ass festival, coast line veteran
Once again droppin' bombs on yo section

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And pass the brew to the loc when he roll through

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school

Are you ready to throw down?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
And give a loc a little dap when he roll through, fool

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Never Let Me Down - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Never Let Me Down
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Michael Bolton, James Richardson, Kanye Omari West, Bruce Kuklick

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Lyric:
Oh, baby, tell the motherfuckers

When it comes to bein' true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh, no you'll never let me down

Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down

Yo, first I snatched the streets, then I snatched the charts
First I had they ear, now I have they heart
Rappers came an' went, I've been here from the start
I seen them put it together, watch them take it apart

Seen the rollers roll up wit ribbons
I seen a repoe, resolded, then redriven
So when I reload, he holds number one positions
When you hot, I'm hot an' when your feet cold, mines are sizzlin'

It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck wit me
'Cuz I'ma be that nigga for life, this is not an image
This is God-given, this is hard livin'
Mixed wit Cristal sippin', it's the most consistent

Hov give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc
An' nigga, I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya' boy

Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up

I get down for my grandfather, who took my momma
Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sittin'
An' with that in my blood, I was born to be different

Now niggas can't make it to battles to chose leadership
But we can make it to Jacobs an' to the dealership
That's why I hear new music an' I just don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it

But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get inside of Sam's Club
I did dirt an' went to church to get my hands scrubbed
I swear I've been baptized at least 3 or 4 times

But in the land where niggas praise, Yukon's are gettin' paid
It's gon' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves
Nothin' sad as that day, my girl father passed away

So I promise to Mr. Rainey, "I'm gonna marry your daughter"
An' you know I gotta thank you for they way that she was brought up
An' I know that you were smilin' when you seen the car I bought her
An' you sent tears from Heaven when you seen my car get balled up

But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
'Cuz look what a accident did to Left Eye
First Aaliyah, now Romeo Must Die
I know I got angels watchin' me from the other side

When it comes to bein' true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh, no you'll never let me down

Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down

We're all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world

I'm tryin' to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this
That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical

I'm not a miracle, I'm a Heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes
For your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental

Vibrations is what I'm into, yeah, I need my lubarinde
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte
I'm tryin' 'Give us us free' like sinkay
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot

Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talkin' to you, my many inspirations
When I say it I can't, let you or self down

If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest rift
And you slipped off the side and clenched on to your life in my grip
I would never, ever let you down

And when these words are found
Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love, that's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I, too, dream in color and in rhyme

So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
'Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
A touch of God rains out, take 'em to church

When it comes to bein' true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
I know you'll never let me down

Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get down

Who else you know been hot this long?
Started from nothin' but he got this strong
Picked the rock from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you
Peddle bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special

Let you tell that man I thought it, well, somebody must've taught him
'Cause every fourth quarter, I light the Mike Jord' in 'em
Number one albums, what? I got, like, four of them
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way

Clear the way, I'm here to stay, y'all can save the chitter chat
"This an' that", "This an' Jay", this an' Jay'll get you maced
When I start spittin' them lyrics, niggas get very religious
Six Hail Marys please, Father, forgive us

Young, the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas
The way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a livin' legend an' I'll tell you why
Everybody wanna be Hov an' Hov's still alive

Down, down, down
Down, down, down

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Never Let You Down - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Never Let You Down
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Michael Bolton, James Richardson, Kanye Omari West, Bruce Kuklick

Lyric:
Oh baby

When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you never let me down
Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down

Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts
First I had they ear, now I have their heart
Rappers came and went, I've been here from the start
I seen them put it together, watched them take it apart

Seen the Rovers roll up wit ribbons
I seen them re-po'd, re-sold then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number 1 position
When you hot, I'm hot

And when your feet cold, mines is sizzilin'
It's plain to see, niggaz can't fuck with me
'Cuz I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is God given

This is hard livin', mixed with crystall sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggaz visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordan of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy

Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up

I get down for my grandfather who took my momma
Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sit in
And with that in my blood, I was born to be different

Now niggaz can't make it to ballads to choose leadership
But we can make it to Jacob's and to the dealership
Swear I hear new music and I just don't be feelin' it
Racisms still alive, they just be concealin' it

But I know, they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show I.D to get inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church and get my hands scrubbed
Swear, I've been baptized each 3 or 4 times

But in the land where niggaz praise Yukons and getting paid
It's gon' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than durags to get you waves
Nothing sad as that day my girl's father past away

So I promised to Mr. Rany, I'm gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up
And I know that you were smiling when you seen the car I bought her
You sent tears from Heaven when you seen my car get balled up

But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
'Cuz look what an accident did to Left Eye
First Aaliyah now 'Romeo Must Die?'
I know I got angels watchin' me from the other side

When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you never let me down
Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down

We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you're apart of the math
Cats think, I'm delirious but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world

I'm tryna make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
My spirit is a part of this that's why it's spiritual
But I get my hymns from him

So it's not me, it's he that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a Heaven sent instrument
My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes
For your soul and your mental

That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah, I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryna give us us free like Sinke

I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
When I say, I can't let you or self down

If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And if you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life
In my grip, I would never ever let you down
And when these words are found

Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind

I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess, I'm one of a kind in a full house
'Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out

When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you never let me down
Get up, I get

Get up, I get
Get up, I get
Get up, I get
Get up, I get
Get up, I get down

Who else you know been hot this long
Started from nothing but he got this strong
Built the ROC from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you
Peddled bikes, got my nephews, peddle bikes because they special

Let you tell it man, I'm fallin' well
Somebody must have caught him 'cuz
Every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em

More of them on the way, the 8th wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that
This is Jay, dissin' Jay will get you Mase'd

When I start spittin', them lyrics niggaz get very religious
Six hail Mary's please father forgive us
Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggaz
They way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a livin' legend and I'll tell you why
Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov's still alive

Down
Down
Down
...

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Head Banger - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: Head Banger
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick S Sermon, Parrish J Smith, George (Jr) Clinton, Ronald Bank, Edward A Green

Lyric:
Negroes

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?

The head banger, gettin' wreck
The head banger

Ka rank the boom box as my sound knock from blocks
As I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
Of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close
(Slow down and catch a cap, pow)

'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
To hell with the bitches and the so called fame
(Uh, uh)
Strictly biz to hard as I climb charts
(Kid yeah)

Bustin' ass daily as I compose like Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep

I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
From the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my target
The Bozack, I rip up flows that

Make an MC stop and chill and say he's all that
Hardcore no R and B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad down with the head banger

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Erick Sermon break it down
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin'
But sounds makin' danger, and black birds chirpin'
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm and I'll play the runnin' rebel

Changed my style, so I can freak the funk
Yo pass the Philly, Hit squad spark the blunt
I got the power, to ram shack a stadium
Wubba wubba, even Judy Brown the Palladium

Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor
(Yeah, yeah)
Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior
EPMD, yo, is in this to win this
A brand new LP so mind your business

No jokin', I'm gettin' paid fully
You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Yo, where's my hoodie? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers

Walk like an Egyptian, rough crackin' my steel
Plus I'm goin' to court, make my own appeal
As taught as a kid or told, never talk to a stranger
'Cause I could be a head banger

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
K-Solo
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

I'm the original rap criminal
(Yeah)
My shots, spell spray duck leaves my trigger finger digital
(Ho-ah)
My gun will make, many men, things you did when I get mad
And pissed cause I can make him my target

Braggin' 'em, taggin' 'em, draggin' dragging'em
Mad hollow point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum
(Uh)
So back up off me, here's a clip

For Suzi's and guns and then you fagots gonna off me
I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box
I knock punks out quick like Evader Holy field
More rhymes than music's, my solution

Subscribers of my style here's a contribution
Let's say you want a shovel layer parkin' MC's
Like cars and drivin' MC's away
Tanks goon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me

I break the steering shift and leave 'em empty
'Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truck
To come tow truck your weak side show

Back on the scene is the incredible one man team
When I get mad I turn green
The Fugitive's gone peace, I'm outta here later
And here's a finger, to all you non movin' spectators

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Redman get down
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise niggaz, the original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the new cut
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Good fella but still rugged like Joe Pesci

My style is mad funka to the delic with the irrelevant
shit that I kick back flips any four bitch
(Yeah)
Deduct and I dip then I switch
To an incredible nigga with a nickel nine on the hip

I always got played by a honey dip
But now I'm on the money tip so now I call the honey dip
Honey bitch and swing hardcore because that's where I come from
(Yeah)

I Rock ya like Chub and burn scrubs like a dum-dum
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I'm back to tear the frame out your ass crack
'Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or mote

And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin' is your
Ass kicked, nigga, hit you with the funk dafied figure
Like a plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk punk
Yes, the Redman that's what they call me

Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy
Like aaiee, ahaaa 'cause I freak the styles crazy
Lullaby your stupid ass, rock a bye baby
The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school
And still holdin' my jewels

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

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Friday, August 6, 2010

The Oil Song - Lyrics - Steve Forbert

Title: The Oil Song
Artist: Steve Forbert
Composer(s): Steve Forbert

Lyric:
"Oh the engine's gone dead," cried the men who work there
And she passed up the dock on the wide Delaware
Then the ship ran aground and the oil got away
And they penned that report, "The big spill" on that day

It was hundreds of thousands of gallons galore
Stretching thirty-two miles down the Delaware shore
There were geese in the marshes out looking for food
They got stuck where they stood in the oncoming crude

And it's oil, oil
Ah, drifting to the sea
Oil, oil

Don't buy it at the station
You can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline
Where the water used to be

In the well-charted waters of the Nantucket shoals
Was a ship run aground full of oil, we were told
In a week's worth of rough winter weather and waves
The boat started cracking and it could not be saved

It was seven-point-six million gallons this time
Consider the danger and think of the crime
As it poured out a slick stretching into the tide
Over one hundred-miles and yes, it came deep, it came wide

And it's oil, oil
Oil pouring in the sea
Oil, oil

Oh, don't buy it at the station
You can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline
Where the water used to be

There's talk of some writing found in the ship's log
Saying one of the helmsmen's unfit for his job
And the ship's gyro compass was six degrees shy
Their charts were outdated but they, they tried to get by

And you know it's oil, oil
Yeah, pouring in the sea
Oil, oil

Don't buy it at the station
You can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline
Where the water used to be, yeah

Now both of these ships, like a great many more
Got registered in through Liberian doors
Inspections are quick and regulations are few
Just sign on the line and go find you a crew, yes

One of these ships was the Olympic Games
The Argo Merchant was the other one's name
Well, it's sad, but it's true, things got worse for the seas
'Cause I ain't even mentioned Amoco Cadiz

Amoco Cadiz, between England and France
The big super tanker out there taking it's chance
Within one hundred thousand black tons of the slime
Amoco Cadiz spilled the most of all time

Yes, you know it's oil, oil
Man, it's creepin' in the sea
Oil, oil

Oh, don't buy it at the station
You can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline
Where the water used to be

Now down in the Gulf east of Mexico way
There's something gone wrong, so the papers all say
A Mexican oil well is leaking it's goo
They say it's the worse that things have ever come to

Yes, it's gallons of sludge, sixty million and more
It's cruising and oozing towards many a shore
Yes, things have got bad but they will probably get worse
If you can't drink the oil, oh, you might, you might die of thirst

Because it's oil, it's oil
And it's creeping in the sea
Oil, oil

Don't buy it at the station
You can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline
Where the water used to be, yeah

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

We Didn'T Want You To Know - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: We Didn'T Want You To Know
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Marc Predka

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Lyric:
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're paid

Y'all waitin' for the single to drop
Look down on the charts 'cause we sittin' on top
Everybody else feelin' the flow, if you don't know by now
(We didn't want you to know)

Get nasty, doin' dirt don't put it past me
'Appetite for Destruction', 'Axel' couldn't 'Slash' me
I got hounds that found where your stash be
They play my sound in towns, rats harass me

They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin' on you
That's like playin' roulette and bettin' on blue
Cena gon' blow, you goin' no place
Snatch your dame, show her my old face

Still walk tall with a staggered stance
Plus I hold on the club like I was Bagger Vance
Make you break dance for me, have you doin' head spins
Ship you to D.C., covered in Redskins

Catch me in a classic drop low with the wine paint
Plus I'm classic on the flow, every line great
Believe me, yo the speech is tight
I lay you down like when you sleep at night, big business

If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're paid

Y'all waitin' for the single to drop
Look down on the charts 'cause we sittin' on top
Everybody else feelin' the flow, if you don't know by now
(We didn't want you to know)

Y'all are cowards y'all found power and cower
The gunpowder a thousand shots an hour leavin' blocks devoured
Have your family prayin' for your survival
Bust shots and get cops bent out control like a spiral

Man get the fuck on if you got bangers involved
Man get the fuck on and keep your chambers revolved
Man get the fuck on and get your weight up
Man get the fuck on or you get laid up

Sippin' BNB out the scepter
It's not Trademarc to you dog it's still mister
Sophisticated, and Marc's never stuck up
I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the fuck up

Every rhyme I write, worth bitin'
Every room I'm in, worth micin'
I'm artistic, you must have missed it
When I said every rapper sucks I was bein' optimistic

If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're paid

Y'all waitin' for the single to drop
Look down on the charts 'cause we sittin' on top
Everybody else feelin' the flow, if you don't know by now
(We didn't want you to know)

Trademarc's mind is dilated, highly rated, madly envied
That mean we kindly hated, the night crawler brawl and have you missin'
When we drag your body out to sea like fishermen
And takin' everything that's glistenin'

So run your chain or your dame, it's all the same
Just a verb exchanged, you listenin'?
Man, I never leak what I think and never sleep
'Cause you miss the point of life when you blink

Fuck with the kid I'll leave you laid up in intensive care
This monopoly, I ain't got intent to share
When it's time to do business, I got no friends
A true hustler, burn the candle at both ends

If anybody on the scene doubt, I show 'em so much green
You think I'm farmin' fuckin' bean sprouts
Wrist iced when I'm cracked your mold
'Cause revenge is a dish that is best served
(Cold)

If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're paid

Y'all waitin' for the single to drop
Look down on the charts 'cause we sittin' on top
Everybody else feelin' the flow, if you don't know by now
(We didn't want you to know)

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Check 1, 2 - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Check 1, 2
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith, Angel Aguilar

Lyric:
EPMD, Def Jam blazin'
Check it, uhh, huh, yo

It's E-Dub on the microphone
My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome
Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome
On safety, spike the mic in the end zone

This here ain't the average shit, you used to front
And automatic rounds will shoot you
So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said
"Duke, you soft, why you wanna fuck with the boss?"

Where should I start? Breakin MCs or shatterin' charts?
It's Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc with the purple heart
The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er, split 'er
Front and back and if she wit it, straight in the shitter

So Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, pack gats and ammo
[Unverified]
With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo
Break down, dismantle, when I scramble

I just get down and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close because you might get shot

I just get down and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close because you might get shot

Uhh, yo, hey and yo!
EPMD fuckin' with us is bad news
Me and you got different views
What you might say is dope, I say's not
What I might call wack, you'll call hot

The best thing for you is to think and hope
Or get choked and hung with the velvet rope
'Cause you too theatrical, mess around
And end up smackin' you, jackin' you, attackin' you

That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash
Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics is what my crew do
Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through
Roadblocks and smear campaigns with the two-two

Or tech nine that'll chew through your waistline
I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline
Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline
I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy while I pace mine

Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?
We've been doin' this shit since [unverified]
I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer
And ice grill him and make you wanna kill him dead

And walk around leakin' in the bed for the weekend
For playin' with the last Mohican
[Unverified], that's fuck you in Puerto Rican
Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin'

Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious
Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious
The true legend got caught, shit, you better call Kevin
Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11

I'm danger like Norris, the Texas ranger
The mic strangler, PMD, the fuckin' head banger
Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill
Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel

I just get down and I go for mines
Say check 1, 2 and run down the line
Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines
Don't get too close because you might get shot

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Pass The Courvoisier - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Pass The Courvoisier
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Brian Higgins, Chad Hugo, Nile Rodgers, Daryl Lamb, Sandy Linzer, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Pharrell Williams, Sean Puffy Combs, Denny Randell, Michael Tyler, James Jackson, Trevor Smith, Malik Taylor, Jamal Woolard, Jermaine Denny, Bernard Edwards

Lyric:
Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen
This all time, the time you've all been waitin' for
Let's do it, do it, do it
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration

Come on, shake ya ass
Come on, watch yourself
Okay, I'm the man
Let's go and no one else

Rrraah, rraah, like a dungeon dragon
Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin'
I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe
Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door

Shit, I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands, I make them say
Oh shit, the bitch got up and left with another man

Say what? Wha is you talkin' 'bout?
There's nothin' to talk about
See you just a walk about
I light a long L and just blowin' the smoke about

See, we serious wit it, they ain?t nothin to joke about
And while I scope it out
I love the way you bounce
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier

Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

We got these hoes lovin it, they gettin' familiar man
They screamin' out my government, Sean John
I like them in twins like doublement, Don Juan
We be bangin' all types of chicks from here to Hong Kong

The best dressed bitches actin' all cute to my shit
And get the wlyin' out they actin' like a boot to my shit
Sorta go a distance from yours, we holdin' Jewish money now
Down to the credit card different from yours

It's the law for me to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a Porsche
We get dough in all land the size of philly of course

Can imagine the price that my jewelery really would cost
We go to clubs with a briefcase and a half milli to floss, damn
Fuck around and you can really get tossed
Ken Griffey flow, call me Alaska 'cause I be the king of the frost
What you can do is

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier

Give me some money, you can give me some cars
You can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

Five thousand boomin' watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.Diddy

We stay livin' at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin', be state of the art
We rockin' ya block shit, wlyin' like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

Now we sittin' in the drop top pretty
Knock, knock who is he?
Bus-a-bus, I put it down and this I get busy
Excuse me bus-a-bus
Full control of the city, if you ain't know

By the way, the name is Puff
It ain't my fault ya dane corrupt
We went form Henny
To Remi to Moe to Belve to

The game is us, we gettin' money motherfucker
And the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin' the name is a must
Flipmode

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier

Give me some money, you can give me some cars
You can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
And you can pass me the Remy but the pass the Courvoisier
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier

Give me some money, you can give me some cars
But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier

Yea, yea, yea, yea just pass the Courvoisier
Yea, pass me that Louie that motherfuckin' that that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medievil
Ow, bitch, yea, just pass the Courvoisier

That, that shit make
That dark shit just me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Dis nigga Diddy dick hard as a

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Well Water - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Well Water
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Shannon Houchins, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine

Now I done came a ways up this long road, in spite of the lies that y'all told
Believe me these folks is all cold from the Polo Club to Paul doe
They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber
But you couldn't look past my skin, so me and Ken wrote about the water
Now it's true I babble on about blotter and tales of beanstalks
But peep it it ain't no secret I'm reachin' beyond that cheap talk
'Cause we fought battles and this water make yo' trunk rattle
So if it's beef you searchin' fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle

And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club, or drunk in the pub
Bring that notion to my ocean boy you sunk in a sub
I'm crumblin' buds of homegrown, ponderin' shit that's gone wrong
But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin' that's lone gone
My dome's blown, from twenty plus years of experimentin'
With whatever drug you pedalin', from acid coke to heroin
But lately I've been settlin for liquor and herbal treats
I want the money, the hoes, and the house on Myrtle Beach

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Next time you in the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel
Sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel
Then mount your horse and saddle 'cause you in the country now
The birthplace of Bubba 'Kay now leave before the sun is down
It's funny how you look at us as nothin' more than crumbs of dust
That's scattered on your wall when just like y'all in guns we trust
Run with us for bout a week, let us teach you how to speak
With this jazzy rural grammar to get them hoes up out they seat

Bouncin' beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome 'n' blades
And even though it's Christmas day we still eatin' on foamy plates
Ain't nuttin', we gon' be straight whether you accept us or decline us
I ain't Baby, Shan ain't Mannie, but I still feel we 'Big Tymers'
Them classics all designers, unforgiven and livin'
Like today is forever 'cause tomorrow is for the vision
Based on optimism and honestly I can't see it
I'ma crank it up tonight if tomorrow comes so be it

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Man I'm feelin' day to day, on dope quotes ridin' a boat that hope floats
With an entourage of po' folks, who smoke dope but don't cope
I swear to y'all I won't croak, before this dream is realized
No confederates in this settlement but trust me the South will rise
It ain't even about the rap shit, we already mastered that shit
All the water in this well's for country folks who never had shit
Did you know they closin' down the only factory in this town?

But still you got the nerve to say it's plenty work to go around
I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution
He kept me up for seven nights then finally hit me with this solution
As a result of this pollution it seems my water is now valued
At twenty dollars a jug, so yes sir, we puttin' it out soon
But in the form of loud tunes to soothe your troubled heart
What many call salvation is really just Bubba Sparxxx
So when I'm easin' up them charts, say thank you cause this for y'all
Pay the price, live your life, and that money, get it all

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

If you need to bathe, then bathe
And if you wanna drink, come on and drink from this well

Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin' down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and wont's, do's and don'ts
And the price they'll pay to shine
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
I pray it opens up your eyes
'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
So we live for the present time

Bubba Sparxxx, huh, Big Shan, J.J., Southwestern Clay
Collabo, two geezy, huh, y'all hurtin' for this
Huh, you need it, Bubba

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Top Of The Charts - Lyrics - Secret Weapon - Mxpx

Title: Top Of The Charts
Album: Secret Weapon
Artist: Mxpx
Composer(s): Michael Arthur Herrera

Lyric:
They said, ?We need to kick it harder?
They said, ?Rewrite the lyrics smarter?
We can't quite smell platinum yet

'Cause everybody wants to be a big celebrity
Everybody wants to win the lottery

From the bottom of our hearts to the top of the charts

They said, ?You need to play it better?
They said, ?Just sing like Eddie Vedder?
And bring us something we can sell

'Cause everybody wants to be a big celebrity
Everybody wants to win the lottery
'Cause everybody wants to be like the people on TV
Everybody wants to see the show for free

From the bottom of our hearts to the top of the charts

Somebody said it right
When they said, this life ain't easy
Maybe tonight's the night
When it all comes down and we get it right

'Cause everybody wants to be a big celebrity
Everybody wants to win the lottery
'Cause everybody wants to be like the people on TV
Everybody wants to see the show for free

From the bottom of our hearts to the top of the charts
From the bottom of our hearts to the top of the charts
From the bottom of our hearts to the top of the charts

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

M.O.N.E.Y. - Lyrics - Lil Zane

Title: M.O.N.E.Y.
Artist: Lil Zane
Composer(s): I Folmar, Anthony Dent

Lyric:
What? What? Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?

Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Universal and versatile
You study my style

Trying to live spiritual
And y'all looking now
I can see right now

Y'all will never understand me
I call my best friend my family
Until they cross me
Alcohol and weed cost me

So I limit it, running niggas over
Like Emmitt did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars

Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
I practice living large

Niggas out of town don't understand these kids
(Say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
It's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo
I love the dough

Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose
Now I put my heart into making you move

I'm far flung and the charts
Say I'm number one
You number two, nigga
Check on the Billboard
Who under who, nigga?

Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
I bet I'll take her
The game's taught me one thing
Don't let her break you

Money make the world go 'round
And the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
(None of us fuck around)

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down
Now throw your hands up

You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed

I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
I'm on the low, I'm a mystery to 5-0

'Cause they don't know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos

Bitches wanna fuck me, worldwide nigga ride
I'mma about to go to where
Some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight

But I can't keep the way I'm going
If the dough ain't right
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me

Nigga, let it show, I get the dough
Non-stop when the track's hot
And you know, what? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more
Y'all get the picture

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

Money stretch like a rubber band
So wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me
Go call your menz up

Coming up unexpected
Fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Money Stretch - Lyrics - Lil Zane

Title: Money Stretch
Artist: Lil Zane
Composer(s): Willie Beck, Kenneth E Jones, Dominic Warren, Marshall Jones, Leroy Bonner, James L. Williams, Marvin Pierce, Clarence Satchell, Zane Jr Copeland, Ralph Middlebrooks

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Lyric:
What? What?
Money stretch
Lil' Zane, what'cha saying?
ATL's finest, what? What?

Man you can check my lifestyle
And see that I'm quite wild
Seven twenty-eight night child
Universal and versatile

You study my style
Trying to live spiritual
And y'all looking now
I can see right now

Y'all will never understand me
I call my best friend, my family
Until they cross me
Alcohol and weed cost me

So I limit it
Running niggas over like Emmit did without a squad
Drag you about a hundred yards
Many bumps and scars

Pull out in the hottest cars with my entourage
Smoke more L's than Debarge
With connects worldwide like Macintosh
I practice living large

Niggas out of town don't understand these kids
(Say what?)
Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I live
I got two or three cribs stack the mill in the mill
Y'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay ill

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

Name rings up in Hollywood
But I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay Hollyhood
I never change, might be a little busy though
A little nigga from a big ass city yo

I love the dough
Give me hits, give me more chips
I stay legit so the feds can't tell me shit
I came in with nothing to lose

Now I put my heart into making you move
I'm far flung and the charts say I'm number one
You number two nigga
Check on the Billboard

Who under who nigga?
Far from an amateur, a money maker
Leave your chick alone with me
I bet I'll take her

The game's taught me one thing, don't let her break you
Money make the world go 'round and the girls go down
And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now
For you nerds that study my words, ya heard

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

You steady being on the corner right
Niggas ain't seen me in a while
You probably thought I died
You devils love to see a nigga down and teary eyed

I call you idiot 'cause you don't know me really yet
I'm from the ghetto and getting dough is all I know
I'm on the low
I'm a mystery to 5-0

'Cause they don't know
Damn my check is caught in studio
Business is lovely, see me in the videos
Bitches wanna fuck me

Worldwide nigga ride
I'mma about to go to where some people call the other side
And live my life in paradise, keep my family tight
But I can't keep the way I'm going

If the dough ain't right
My last days I can't live my life inside a cage
I'm getting money and you hataz don't do nothing for me
Either you with me or against me

Nigga let it show
I get the dough non-stop when the track's hot
And you know what? Now what?
I ain't even gonna rhyme no more, y'all get the picture

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, it's not a game

Money stretch like a rubber band, so wrap the grands up
Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up
Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up
Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands up

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Encore/Curtains Down - Lyrics - Encore - Eminem

Title: Encore/Curtains Down
Album: Encore
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Andre Romell Young, Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Che Pope

Lyric:
Sh-sh-sh-Shady
Aftermath
G-G-G-Unit

'Cuz we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

Get your ass up for the Doctor
One more time, get your ass up for the Doctor
Come on now, here we go, cliff hanger, it's another club banger
Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat, get on down

Times up, games over, you lose, I win
'Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Ooh, yeah, new year, next phase, begin
Look who's got you goin' crazy again

I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in
I go out and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means you're something that we already had
But once you're gone, you don't come back

Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you
We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
We walk around just playin' the violin behind you

Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and bitchin'
Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention
Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond
World-wide, we're on the charts with a bullet and still climbin'

'Cuz we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

When Dr. Dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk
Crunk, crunk, crunk
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump

The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it
I don't gotta promote it for you to know that Doc is off the benches
We keep the party rockin' off the hinges
We ain't showin' off, we just goin' off popular consensus

But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk
Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin'?
Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the cock of Doc, 'cuz Doc left you all guessin'

So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record, what
We gon' have this mutherfucker hoppin' in a second, bump bump
That's why we always save the best cut last
To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass

'Cuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers
Whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap, maybe raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces

Grace the cover of Rolling Stone pages
Broke down barriers of language and races
Just call on the cape crusaders and leave it to me and Dre
To pass the mic and we can play the back and forth all day
Like the hot potato game, that's why we came to

'Cuz we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

50 Cent, come on, bounce now, hands up, you know how we do it
We make the club jump everywhere we go
It's no secret, everybody know
When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved

And plenty honey's involved, the sunny Sunday's and palm trees
Cali, everyday it's just another party from the valley's
All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally
Hands up for the grand finale

Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak
Six days up out the week
You could catch me in the studio bangin' out the beats to
Provide you with the heat that keep blazin' out your speaker

So never say never 'cuz Shady Aftermath together
Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the-the Doc
And Shady, no one could do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a strand of evidence and uh

'Cuz we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce tonight
And if they don't let us in through the front
We'll come through the side

'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Swing one last time

Yeah, still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry about that Detox album, it's comin'
We gon' make Dre do it, 50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice, D-twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain't leavin', let's go
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for comin' out, peace

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Foxy'S Bells - Lyrics - Ill Na Na - Foxy Brown

Title: Foxy'S Bells
Album: Ill Na Na
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): S Carter, J C Olivier, S J Barnes

Lyric:
Fox Boogie Brown is bad as hell
Battle anybody I don't care if you tell
I excel, they all fell
Suited in' Chanel, Fox Brown will rock the bells

C'mon, uhh, rock bells, I'll
The Firm, c'mon, ride along baby
Whattup Da Da

Yo! Me and my Firm benos, rhyme to the death
The mahogany Mami, and shine like Pledge
Wouldn't suggest you try me, verses like Guillani
What? I hurt it on purpose like Bonnie

From the bottom to the T-O, Pee-Wee flow
C.O.D., Cash On Delivery
Foxy ery-body watch me now
Got these rap cats mad can't stop me now
See the slanted eyes rise when I knock thee down
I got one question for y'all, haha, Papi how?

We don't playa hate we regulate in this camp
Y'all do whatcha can, we do what y'all can't
Amazing like Luther once the beat's looped up
Rock the bi-dells and tore your whole group up

It's feel like Na Na when it feel like drama
boy, me and the click roll tight like ganja
See me Primadonna, breakin' the nails
Here come the game of game, to get the cake and we bail

Know you tryin' to get the picture but the frame is frail
We gettin' richer, you wish you ran game this well
Rock the bells, uhh

Some players like it, and some of them don't
'Cause I make a lot of cash and they girlfriends won't
Fox brawl swing in Hell gonna rock the bells
All you other MC's can't do this well, rock the bells
Rock the bells, uhh, rock the bells

From the, true borough, the B-K too thorough
Down in D.C., Touch Me Tease Me baby
C'mon, you know the tracks I get dumb on
Can't front on me, playa haters the Sun on

I regulate, Dan-non, down to Ra-mon
I swung on hits y'all couldn't get run on
Brown baby uhh, I been chromed out
This ain't nuttin' new parked Benz on out

And I flows like, CK One
Somethin' in they hoes like, she fakes none, aight
I'm the quintessential, mistress of the instrumental
Y'all could Wait to Exhale, I'ma vent a little

Set It Off like Jada, robbin' the bank
I got this money thin'g covered, from the Dollar to the Franc
The Pounds to the Pence, it's like hustlin' backwards
Nuttin' y'all said made a ounce of sense

My moves be calculated, documented
No matter what you sell, I got you in a minute
Take a lot at your charts, watch me climb
Turn it upside down, six digits to nine

Inside out got reversable rhymes
We could go pop widdit or run the block widdit
Never before done til The Firm did it
If it ain''t for the paper then nah we not with it

Got to stay driven so we can stay drivin'
Boom to my whole crew, gotta pull a diamond
See me lookin' hot in the crop Tercel
Gettin' richer, you wish you ran game this well

Rock the bells
Uhh, is it raw
Uhh, uh-huh, to the core, uhh
I'ma give it to ya raw, give your more, uhh

Uh-huh, like that, yeah
C'mon, rock the bells
Rock the bells
Rock the bells
Rock the bells

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