Black Cloud - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Black Cloud
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Bernard Williams, Jay Gordon, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Seth Binzer, Rust Epique

Lyric:
Now people say I'm jinxed
I got some kind of voodoo hex
Life is so complex
There's no telling what could happen next

Life on the edge, fuels the sickness in my head
It embeds the type of thoughts that's got a lot of brothers dead
The smarter brother knows to keep his foes close
And I'm the type of brother that's smarter than most

A cold hearted overdose of lyrical antidotes
The cure to make sure my karma can't take me down
Up to the same old tricks, I wonder if I'll stick around
Is a penny really lucky if you find it on the ground?

What's the problem with this town?
I can't figure it out
My karma's crashing down
In the form of a black cloud

I've got a little black cloud
That follows me everywhere I go
It takes over me

I've got a little black cloud
That follows me everywhere I go
It takes over me

I'm sick, I've got a real ill disposition
My intentions are pure but there's a cure for my condition
My decisions put me in the wrong positions
Chasing pipe dreams of fame and recognition

The epic, not only a name a definition
My game remains no matter the pain, I stay the charmer
The don of karma, I navigate like the Dalai Lama
I ain't a saint but I've got joi de vivre

And I'm the one to blame if the cloud rains on me
I can't complain about it or even let regret
Provoke the energy it takes
For me to get upset

A bad boy since birth, so I can't forget
What goes around comes around and it ain't got me yet
I've gotten wise in my age and tame the threat of my rage
I've got a lot to learn and I've got money to spend
To pretend is reaping more than sowing ever could mend

Trade my torches for a dime
The pressure's fading away now
Black clouds lifted for the light
The pressure's fading away now

A thousand cigarettes won't change the way we feel
The pressure's fading now
Can you bare the thought of knowing truth?
Knowing truth?

I was rapping in the rain
Hoping then, my luck would change
And if there's any truth
To all those old sayings

'Cuz if I kill a spider, would my house catch on fire?
If I walked under a ladder would it matter?
I tend to laugh when black cats cross my path
Break mirrors in half just to test the aftermath

Now here comes the rain, I project my pain
Trying to make sense of these crazy things
I'm a diamond in the rough, could I suffer enough?
I'm getting high for a living, not giving a fuck

These hard times got me stuck
Stuck in a jam
I'm the monkey on your back
And the crack in the dam

Disastrous, took time to master this
And the past is just a map to capture this
In the darkness, I'm forced to adapt to this
I would change the past if I could have one wish

Trade my torches for a dime
The pressure's fading away now
Black clouds lifted for the light
The pressure's fading away now

A thousand cigarettes won't change the way we feel
The pressure's fading now
Can you bare the thought of knowing truth?
Knowing truth?

Knowing truth
I gotta put that down
...

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Darkside - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Darkside
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur

Lyric:
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Punk rock, shell toes horns and halos
Wicked white wings and pointed tails
Devil's eyes and nine inch nails
Nocturnal renegades the enternal drug raid

I go by the name of Mr. Shifty Switchblade
Getting paid in the shade as lyrics ricochet
Of the walls from the celling to the floor
Off the door and down the hall

I'm evil like knievel, kicking white trash
Psycho cerebral, palsy ballsy bad ass
Dress in black from the wrong side of the tracks
Crazy Town yo, we strike like deep impact

Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Till you bring me down

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

My subconscience launches me into evil territory
I'm surrounded by voyeures and crack smoking lawyers
No shame, burnt lips, tripping on acid rain
Legally insane, deranged, some people, never change

Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Till you bring me down

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Nasty na na, ha, ha darkside marijuana
Fueled of the drama drifting on the darkside
I'm the black eye bomber
Do what I do on a darkside rendezvous

Raising hell, out the shell of fantasies I never tell
Dispersin' untamed perversion
My bad brain's working circle jerking, rocking riddles
Sex pistol, sexperts acting uncivil

Why can't you see?
I cannot feel till you bring me down
Till you bring me down

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures at their best

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Lollipop Porn - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Lollipop Porn
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Nicole Lorenzo, Bret Mazur, Bret Hadley Mazur

Lyric:
Uh, c'mon, one, two, yeah
Ha ha, Crazy Town

Dancing with the Devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on Heaven's door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
I'm your puppet master pushin' proper data

Watch the city steal your soul
As the drugs take control
And the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have known by now that it just don't stop
You like that Rock, Hip-Hop you make me crotch

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

Now over the years I've learned to love the pain
I'm what you call a lady Killer with the gift of game
Triple X true that you do dat, dat
Let it ride bring it back over 24 tracks

We're gonna rock the fuckin' block tonight
We're gonna rock that shit gonna make it right
Diggi, diggi, damn right, we's dynamite
So we can do this or you can do what you like

I grab the mic and make it mine
I grab the mic and make it hype
So we can do this
Or you can do what you like
I got a lollipop porn bitch
A hardcore sex bitch turned, suicidal

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risk, life is risky
The "E" Stands for Epic and The "S" stands for shifty
So let the good times roll, there's no controlling us
Walking on water and kicking up dust
The boisterous, causing panic in the land of lust

The shellshock lollipop Crazy Town to make your body rock
Sugar I love the way your body talks
Now, whoever said that sex was overrated
Love leaves me devastated, life's so fuckin' complicated

Shifty say what, Epic's a beat slut
And I got so many rhymes
I can't keep my mouth shut
Said, I got so many rhymes
I can't keep my mouth shut

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

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Players(Only Love You When They'Re Playing) - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Players(Only Love You When They'Re Playing)
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams

Lyric:
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing

Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing

No doubt I?m the one your mama warned you about
I?m known for taking ladies home and turning them out
'Cause I've been kissing all the girlies and making them cry
I?m a wise guy with wits, the opposite of shy

Make your girl?s pussy shiver when she looks in my eyes
So uh, one?s for the money, two?s for the honeys
Three?s for the pimp?s players and the playboy bunnies
Best believe I throw down, ain?t no need to slow down

You name the place and the time, find Mr. Shifty at the showdown
Tearing you up, that?s why all the fly girls just can?t get enough
Said I loved you and you believed it was true, that?s hilarious
But your mother should have warned you about guys like us

I freak, freak y?all, yeah, you know what I?m saying
?Cause players only love you when we?re playing

Now players only love you when we?re playing
These women, they will come and they will go
And all you players know just what I?m saying
It?s amazing just how many girls we know

I know it ain?t right but I don?t want to change
I?ve got so many dames, I can?t remember their names
But don?t be confused 'cause girls are players too.
So, we?re going to tell you about a girl we knew

She was a pretty rebel, a punk rock girl
With a wicked sex drive and the mind of a devil
Like Agent 99, under cover all the time
You want another kiss, you better rack another line

Unique in design, this freak was kind of fine
But she?s not the only one, there?s plenty of her kind
Ain?t nothing funny baby, her game?s so tight
She can make the sun shine in the middle of the night

She knows what she wants and she gets it when she wants it
She knows that you want it and she?s got it, so she flaunts it
So, get up on it, you know the old saying
Players only love you when they?re playing

Now players only love you when we?re playing
These women, they will come and they will go
And all you players know just what I?m saying
It?s amazing just how many girls we know

Only the strong survive, I come alive and hit my mark
The after dark player caper, can?t lie, I?m on the take
A heartbreaker tonight, the ladies call me Mr. Right
And others call me a freak, girl, it?s okay if you bite

Some like it violent, Mr. Mysterious type
Strong and silent, King player, I cast a hex
Inebriated talk of sex
(Epic, I?m so into you)

Manipulation, I?m talking triple X rated
Sophisticated, I?m game to elevate your mind
An understated flirt, The chemistry?s hot
You can?t deny, so realize the size of it

I can see it in your eyes, I?d love to touch you, baby
And taste the essence of you, you want to play?
Now, let me hear you scream out my name
Players only love you when they?re playing

Now players only love you when we?re playing
These women, they will come and they will go
And all you players know just what I?m saying
It?s amazing just how many girls we know

Now players only love you when we?re playing
These women, they will come and they will go
And all you players know just what I?m saying
It?s amazing just how many girls we know

I wanna play

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Hollywood Babylon - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Hollywood Babylon
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur, Oswald Priest

Lyric:
If you got an itch to catch some havoc
There's mayhem in the plastic
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of
People like sheep, those with dreadlocks to jocks with Reebok

Fleeing hard rocks, a La cafe
Bambatta flashy fashion imagine crashing
Bashes with bitches that be bad and
Wishin' for the fame and recognition
They on a mission for tough, baby

We like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep
We got the beats that are hot
We like clinique foundation resonates when I speak
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hittin', choking up

You've done it now woken up
Giant scientist of hits that makes you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists
So, if you catching a fit, talkin' that shit
I don't really know but you better scram
Hurry in a double

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

B-b-bring it on, bring it on
To each other, to each other
Babylon, Babylon
It's I'm a, It's I'm a Alien, alien
We have a party I'm a in a
Whole word wide style

Live from the city of lights, sunny days and late nights
Dope, designer drugs, porn stars and bar fights
I drop, makes the bells rock, Mr. Shifty Shell shock
Call me the man of the hour in the land of the lost
Taking the money and the power
CXT, we hold our own all eyes on us
Crazy rise rain like brimstone kicking up dust
Grab the mic with a firm hold in a world of shattered goals

Pot holes, broke folks and bank roll
Pole position, daddy rolling, rolling causing havoc
So, ready set, I'm more than set
Like Morissette, to Maverick
Got a, she's got to have it, habit
Sick, I leave them stuck
I'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

The political system, system
What they love will make us the victim, victim
Open up your ears and listen, listen
We living in this condition

I'm screaming out the call of the wild
I'm speaking in tongues
I am the child of the sun
The power of one
I beat the drums of the Crazy Town click
It's the third eye sitting on the tip

Of the pyramid flipped
Now I see a little shotty, illuminatti front
Dead bodies in my trunk
Unravelin' the source
I travel into self, you gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth

The consequences lingerin' and fingerin' the perpetrators
Hey yo, my nature was bred on the cross fader
It's the 7th house, Armageddon trudger
Ready for death, it's the brimstone slugger

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

We gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
Whether we gonna touch or we gonna beyond
I gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
And never know who will get gonna stop

Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, plenty your money is gone

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The Game - Lyrics - Finding Forever - Common

Title: The Game
Album: Finding Forever
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Kanye Omari West, Soul Ekos

Lyric:
It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, get busy

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music

Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane, broke back ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring

My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the plain
Ghetto pain and windows crack, the fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the interact

In the middle of whack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his
Child in a good school and know what her gift is

It's global warming, the world is shifting
Watching Sweet Sixteen, bitchin' ass rich kids
You know, no one like you gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the game

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, get busy

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music

I never kissed that ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses
Thick and I last pass these rat bastards
They try to box me in like Cassius Clay
Hey, I'm like Muhammad when he fasted

Opposing the fascist make cuts and got gashes
Scratches over third eyelashes
Punchlines are like jab pits to rappers
Whose careers now ashes, it's too many slashes in his name

Came in the game these gun clappers
From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress
I seen 'em dashing smash hits
I yell, "Run, nigga, run, while I cook up classics"

The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets
Making it hard for real hustlas
Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend
Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, get busy

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music

I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever
From the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure
Selling weed out of cleaners
From rocks to barber shops and beamers

Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena
The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never stay settled
Aldermen and corrupt mens play Pharaoh
Good bring business to the hood like heralds

Find your own, walking by themselves in the street
The young die of cancer, I stopped eating meat
Greet the gods on 87th street like peace
Even though it's war to G, got 'em facing the east

The game ain't tasting as sweet
Cats flow is still and they [Incomprehensible] with beats
My radio station is deep so eff 'em
Progression, counting paper and blessings in the game

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, get busy

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music

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Think Fast - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Think Fast
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Ooks Binzer, Charlie Lopez, Bret Ley Mazur, Doug Miller

Lyric:
Do that shit, ah
(Shit,shit,shit)
Ha, ha, eh, that's right
(Shit,shit,shit)
(Ha, ha, ha)
Motherfucker, nice ride
Eh, come on

You know that bitch baby, he's talking shit about our clique
But he don't crazy, you see the writing on my dick
You know that trick Tracy, yes, she's making me sick
Living that life we used to do the same shit

Shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked
And some would never learn to earn their own way
Living of their daddy had he not been rich
They'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch

You gotta change your tune or change your pitch
Life ain't easy man, life's a bitch
Shit is harder than hard about as hard can get
Keep on going where you're headed you's alive to regret it

Yes it hurts, to face the truth and realize
That the worlds got your neck in a noose
If things ain't like they ought to be you gotta think fast
The aftermath of your actions whiplash

Think fast

This is some of that lonely shit

Yo, I know you all tired of these wanna be thugs
Claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel
Thinking they're going to peel somebody's cap
My niggas cap roaming the streets with black cats
Chrome straps sipping on brew
Ready to react of any nigga they see that nigga could be me
Capital ICE got a motherfucking 357, to put eleven holes in their chest
Thinking they could test a real rider from the West

Haa I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend Nina Ross
And the ghettos been good to me
But you've got to take precautions
Brothers get what they least expect it or neglect it
You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection
Nowadays you got to pull shit
Haters on some bullshit jumpin' out of Cadillacs
And low lows with a full clip
If your tool spits shake the spot or get your duck on
'Cause if you press your luck on, stupid is what you're stuck on

Think fast

That girl Shelia got a daughter
She be clubbing every night
Sheila had her daughter young still that just ain't right
Plus she rides the white horse
She used to ride my pony
If I hit it now, I'd break it
'Cause Sheila's just too bony

She can find you
Four, three, two

Smoking speed released the lions
I'm not lying I'm not sober
I'm still trying hiding the truth
With substitutes a hundred proof
A fuck up, face it
One of L.A.'s wasted youth
Label me as an enemy of the lost star
For your protection and the tension caused
My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused

See we be breaking the law
Smoking on non menthols thinking fast
So I'm ready for any all out brawls
And ya, brothers get your hustle on
Ballers and get your shit tight
House parties get shot up
And turned up before midnight
Drivebys and fistfights, zig zag and crack pipes
There's a fifty fifty chance
Thats the night will be last night

Think fast
Yeah

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It'S Going Down - Lyrics - Blazing Arrow - Blackalicious

Title: It'S Going Down
Album: Blazing Arrow
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Shannon Showes, Lateef Kenneth Daumont, Xavier Mosley, Tony Cottrell, Tim Parker

Lyric:
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab
I hit the scene, lift you on my beam
And send you through my high plains
Mind-train shiftin through your migraines
Spit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventin new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco
Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though

We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the flame
You're not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's 'bout to bust

Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed

Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush
Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
Just rush

Just rushin' like the Nile River, power we deliver
See it's (going down in mystery)

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

You know, I know, you know, I know
(It's going down in mystery)

(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)
(That the fire that you spit'll burn 'em)
Burning up the track and turning up the action
(Murder one attack him)
Serving what you're rapping
Urban gutter anthems
(Certain of the fact)
Curtains for the wack
Searching for the knack
(You're pervin' off the fatness)
Fury of the rather early mornings after
(Worldly like disasters)
Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em
(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like this
(We surpass your previous standards) drastically
(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright
(Beneath the skylight)
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep writing)
Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days for lyricisits, forever we plot
Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plotx4, c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring everything that we got
And even more so we exploring everything that they not
These are the glory days of lyricisits, forever we plot
(It's going down in mystery)

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery

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Revolving Door - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Revolving Door
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur

Lyric:
Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

I live a life these player haters would love to be living
Since a kid I've been surround by beautiful women
And slippen' in them to win them the unforgiven
Still something's missing
'Cuz deep inside I'm suffering of a lonely hard condition

Wishen I could find a girl that would take me away
From the chaos of the city
And then everyday part that I play tell me why lay low
Why say no when I got girls serenading at my window

Ladies good to go we's major league the new breed no so so
Highly advanced they've got the game to get in any girls pants
And romance her stone 'cuz I more than hold my own
They call me Shifty Capone I make them moan

Yes I'm the one between the sheets I amaze and stun
Ain't no need for me to brag about the way that I'm hung
Let's just say I got the skills to get the flyest girl sprung
Or they'd take and make an older lady feel young

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

I keep my girls in rotation door rotating
You looking for a good time I'm always on vacation
You could stop by baby if you want to try your luck
But don't waste my time unless you're down to fuck
Unless your coming back for more well then you know what's up

You know the routine
Girl you're not the one you're just a one night fling
Some ass to hold casanova over over to the right girl pass
I wonder I could pass and I'll drop this lifestyle fast

'Cuz what I'm really looking for is the one that will last
And make my present past
My adolescence surpassed by the will to chill
I'm looking for some real in a world of fake ho's in high heels

I'll drop that hot wax on you nipples causing trouble
And when you ride me yo'll be throwing up that triple double
My sex drives kicking I'm sexually exploring
So many possibilities it seems my life can never get boring

'Cuz I ain't fucking around I'll run down the right way
I'll rock your world nightly so can I hit it lightly?
Yo girl I like it like that let me hit from the back
I'm a natural aphrodisic better know as a Mac

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

That's alright, now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

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Da Game Got Switched - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Da Game Got Switched
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Rico Wade

Lyric:
I hate it when it's too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

Too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

I got a real life miracle Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south shut yo mouth we rock tools
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya?
(Hell naw!)
I treat humans like students
(Fail ya'll)
So turn ya book to page 69 and start suckin'
When organized drop the track then start duckin'
When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin'
(You wanna be startin' something)

Get out the booth and lemme tell you the truth
We kick down doors
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out and that's on or off road
If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean
Light skinded nigga turn red but get green
Inhale some of that dro but blow steam
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans

'Coz it's too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

Too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

(Man you done lost yo mind)
No I've lost my virginity
And I shot quick
Like that nigga shot Kennedy
What's the remedy Hennessey Coke
If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke
Ashes to ashes, smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope

So now we eatin' lobster shrimp and things
'N watch for impostors that's been in the game
We invented the game and ya'll just got here
(Man what's that smell)
Probably yo upper lip
'Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stink
Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank
Chillin' in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo jaw like wieners and beef franks

'Coz it's too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

Too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

I put too much sugar in my kool-aid
And partied like a kid with a high top fade
Arrive to the show and I like to get paid
Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid
Ride up on my back like rugs and floor mats
I'm on the right page but what's my format
I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack

Did you know that?
Man I'm the gift of change
Electric stoves so give me the keys to the range
Sagadelic, beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flame
Rearrange same broad different night
Pass the E and J and let a nigga get right
The bomb threat dude that's on the same flight
The highlight's that I live a high ass life

'Coz it's too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

Too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

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Game Got Switched - Lyrics - Incognegro - Ludacris

Title: Game Got Switched
Album: Incognegro
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Rico Wade

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Lyric:
I hate it when it's too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

Too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

I got a real life miracle Ludacris lyrical fool
We dirty south shut yo mouth we rock tools
No holds barred but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya?
(Hell naw!)
I treat humans like students
(Fail ya'll)
So turn ya book to page 69 and start suckin'
When organized drop the track then start duckin'
When Ludacris get in the bed start fuckin'
(You wanna be startin' something)

Get out the booth and lemme tell you the truth
We kick down doors
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for stank hoes
Stay chromed out and that's on or off road
If you know what I mean proceed to stay clean
Light skinded nigga turn red but get green
Inhale some of that dro but blow steam
Love a combination big ass and tight jeans

'Coz it's too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

Too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

(Man you done lost yo mind)
No I've lost my virginity
And I shot quick
Like that nigga shot Kennedy
What's the remedy Hennessey Coke
If you cut all your money you'd still be half broke
Ashes to ashes, smoke or get smoked
We come by the masses you come and get choked
If you take me for a fool I'll take you for a joke
Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope

So now we eatin' lobster shrimp and things
'N watch for impostors that's been in the game
We invented the game and ya'll just got here
(Man what's that smell)
Probably yo upper lip
'Cause I love to walk around like my shit don't stink
Even if it's cigars and that purple color dank
Chillin' in the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo jaw like wieners and beef franks

'Coz it's too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

Too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

I put too much sugar in my kool-aid
And partied like a kid with a high top fade
Arrive to the show and I like to get paid
Arrive to a hoe and I like to get laid
Ride up on my back like rugs and floor mats
I'm on the right page but what's my format
I wave to the ocean cause I'm where shores at
And women go nuts just like my bozack

Did you know that?
Man I'm the gift of change
Electric stoves so give me the keys to the range
Sagadelic, beautiful but strange
Went to Magic City saw Nikki and Blue Flame
Rearrange same broad different night
Pass the E and J and let a nigga get right
The bomb threat dude that's on the same flight
The highlight's that I live a high ass life

'Coz it's too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

Too many niggaz
(Not enough hoes)
Too many rookies
(Not enough pros)
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
So all ya'll can suck my dick, bitch!

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Toxic - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Toxic
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur, Doug Miller

Lyric:
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
Toxic

Catch a fire, fire it up
Corrupt stirrin' it up
It's burnin' hot, driftin'
Hittin' every slot
With a drop kick, it's toxic
Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit
I've lost it
An' that's the only way that we rock shit
Banging heads an' ripping threads
If I wasn't rocking shows
I'd be better of dead
With a one, two
One word can destroy your whole crew
An' that's toxic
An' that's toxic

Toxic, loud an' mock shit
Crazy Town's lost it
With that rock your block shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block
With that straight out the block shit
Toxic, loud an' anxious
Crazy Town's lost it
With their rock your block shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block
With that straight out the block shit
Toxic

Toxic
Toxic
Toxic

A Buddha, ballistic
Blacklisted twist of faith
My vocal's fatal
With naughty block concoctions rock your cradle
I thought I wait 'til the timin' was right to ignite
'Cause people like me, we only come out at night
I rock the main line an' party with fine bitches
Which is a dirty job, but somebody's got to do it
Who's the crew with?
More hose than divid, livid, explicit
So fuck the critics
We leave them hangin' like in excess

Toxic, loud an' mock shit
Crazy Town's lost it
With their rock your block shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block
With that straight out the block shit
Toxic, loud an' anxious
Crazy Town's lost it
With their rock your block shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block
With that straight out the block shit
Toxic

Toxic thresholds of Columbian gold
You can't roll how we roll
We possess you soul
An' push the panic
Is it Godly or Satanic?
Toxic or organic?
Manic minds, refined or frantic
Just the way we planned it
See we be stomping around the planet
An' we stand alone
We infiltrate your chromosomes
No clone, our DNA has got a strain of it's own
An' it's toxic

Toxic
Toxic

Toxic, loud an' mock shit
Crazy Town's lost it
With their rock your block shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block
With that straight out the block shit
Toxic, loud an' anxious
Crazy Town's lost it
With their rock your block shit
Toxic, popping more lip
We love to talk shit
Rocking you block
With that straight out the block shit
Toxic

Toxic
Toxic
Toxic
Toxic

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Passion - Lyrics - Blazing Arrow - Blackalicious

Title: Passion
Album: Blazing Arrow
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Mosley, Rakk Taylor, Tim Parker

Lyric:
An open microphone can be dangerous
Let's tune in on two of the greatest MC's out there

Passion, the will to win, the spark within
Passion, the strength within the hearts of men
Passion, the drive to press, to strive for best, to rise
You've just arrived the quest is driven through

Passion, to play through pain and love the game
Passion, to break the chain and blaze the flame
Passion, the fight for rights to love your life, to rise
You've just arrived the quest is driven through passion

Propaganda, positive propositions
Politician, musician and a triple optician
Still part of my missions to slaughter the opposition
Critics that don't get it, I tell 'em to stop bitchin'

I do without blacks, I've done it without cash
Strictly for the love of the art, that's passion
Flashin', rappin' or jammin' or sound blastin'
When Quannum meets Expansion, this is what happens

Runnin' through the jungle with a flare gun
Arrow-arms, zonin' out my mind
Like I was hooked on heroine
Take the fire, turn it up and blaze whole forest down
Pullin from within' the inner insane warrior

California to the District of Columbia
Hella high octane, lookin' through a lazy eye
All ablaze, fire, flames, lightin' up the sky
Runnin' through the burnin' sun, yellin'
Ride nigga, ride nigga, ride

Passion, the will to win, the spark within
Passion, the strength within the hearts of men
Passion, the drive to press, to strive for best, to rise
You've just arrived, the quest is driven through

Passion, to play through pain and love the game
Passion, to break the chain and blaze the flame
Passion, the fight for rights to love your life, to rise
You've just arrived, the quest is driven through passion

Desire, the fire that inspires
I don't state facts, I state buildings, like empires
Passion, the journey, the learnin', the time-turnin'
The searchin', the mind yearnin' to wake and find mornin'

Passion, the ladies, they love the long-lastin'
Askin' for action, braced for satisfaction
Passion, the black-skinned African
Jazz-men of the half in Aspen
Relaxed, gettin' my back rubbed

I'm still here, I've seen cats get killed here
I've seen cats make a mil but millionaires still fear
You can buy airplanes but you can't buy cheers
Blackalicious, dilated, vibratin' your ears

Sent vibrations for years, I've been waitin' for years
I've been patient for years, we ain't playin' this year
We hold stake in this here, it ain't safe for this year
We in the zone watch next level, takin' it there, this is

Passion, the will to win, the spark within
Passion, the strength within the hearts of men
Passion, the drive to press, to strive for best, to rise
You've just arrived, the quest is driven through

Passion, to play through pain and love the game
Passion, to break the chain and blaze the flame
Passion, the fight for rights to love your life, to rise
You've just arrived, the quest is driven through passion

Let's listen to this recipe for Chief Xcel
The most astonishing Soul
New seeds of wisdom, craft, and skill
Check it out, y'all
Listen now, to this classic moment from
DJ's, around the world, DJ's around the world

Had a rough week, it got beat by passion
Saddled up, tweaked off a beat, started mashin'
Matador Rica, the heat from the heater
In her world, dwellin', hear the world, yellin' for a leader

I don't bother with the dealers, I take it to the lab
It's Rakaa chillin' with Babs, Xcel, gift of gab
I grab mics and fans gravitate, I can't waste it
My whole life, I wanted it so bad, I could taste it

Passion, the will to win, the spark within
Passion, the strength within the hearts of men
Passion, the drive to press, to strive for best, to rise
You've just arrived the quest is driven through

Passion, to play through pain and love the game
Passion, to break the chain and blaze the flame
Passion, the fight for rights to love your life, to rise
You've just arrived, the quest is driven through passion

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40 - Where The Party At - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Where The Party At
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Where's the party at?

Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game, the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped

Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those who don't wanna feel it need to kill it
Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get
On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me the hustler 40

With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
A brother like me don't hang around no suckers
That be faulty, I be puttin' the group up in the boot
Be puttin' the peas up in the pod, left the cookies in the jar

Now I'm a rap star, the rapologist
I pull a 40 out of my ball cap
Then I bust ya down side of this
'Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this

I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let 'em go for a lil' bit or nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

Pullin' up in the club about eleven
I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Roll 'em up in a zag, lick 'em stick 'em and clown

I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit
I got tipped so I tip 'cause I'm livin' with this
Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch
They better have a tight grip on they stuff
'Cause I'm 'bout to snatch your batch

If she wants it she'll be mine in the cutlass
Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin'
Straight penny laced, heard about the drought season
They be lookin' for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the feastin'

Extra mannish, how I'm livin' and [Incomprehensible] my name is groupie
It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies
Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't
Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker
Talkin' about sick on my gold better
Talkin' about sick on my gold better

I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina
I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck
The finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt

40, I love you, I miss you, I need you
And retrospect to who
Bitch, come anew, bitch, come anew

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

'Cause we made like thugs, get juiced in the parking lot
Before we go up in the clubs, hugs and kisses
Gotta make sure we got our gloves, hugs and kisses
E-40 can't be on anymore, hugs and kisses

Straight to the bar ,no time to waste
Kickin' 'em back while they take the place
Order me a shot of that liquor to taste

Thinkin' they about to beat my face
Oh, no, I'm nothin' but a professional
Oh, no, we're nothin' but professionals

Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water
Brothers already purple off some of that soap water
So I'ma make a toast to the most mobbish lookin' brothers in this
By midnight 'cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man

Batches on our jock, batches on our jock
Mind teachin' things to these brothers
'Cause that's us, captain save a botch
They wanna be like big boys and sport big boot
They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits

I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

We in this baby boy swervin', E-40 in the mob scene
And I'm still down with the C L I C K comin' yo' way
In the 94 then 95, it don't stop, boy, ain't no jive
Sell the rest of them tapes boy, where the deposit at?
Where mine at? Oh, for real, I'm out

Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
...

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Z - Moment Of Clarity - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Moment Of Clarity
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Steven L King, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto

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Lyric:
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

When pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doin' heroin and me doin' crack sales
With that in the egg shell standin' at the tabernacle
Rather the church pretendin to be hurt, wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that mans face is just like my face

So pop I forgive you for all the shit that I live through
It wasn't all your fault, homie you got caught
And to the same game I fault that Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others I saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other, save a place in Heaven
Till the next time we meet forever

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

The music business hate me 'cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be makin'
I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars
They criticize me for it yet they all yell, "Holla"
If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be lyricly Talib Kweli
Truthfully, I wanna rhyme like common sense
But I did five mil, I ain't been rhymin' like common since

When your sense got that much in common
And you been hustlin' since your inception, fuck perception
Go with what makes sense since I know what I'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most important
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back to me that's the win, win
So the next time you see the homie and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin' just like them, the rims that is

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

My homie Sigel's on a tier where no tears should fall
'Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Till we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rappin' for the platinum you all record, I recall
'Cause I really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago, prepared to flow, prepare for war

I shall fear no man, you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go
In one ear out the other ear, no
Yo, my balls and my word is all's I have
What you gonna do to me, nigga scars'll scab
What you gonna box me, homie, I can dodge and jab
Three shots couldn't touch me, thank god for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK, nigga holla back

Thank God for grantin' me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty, the world'll feel my truths
Through my hard knock life time, my gift and the curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths

I built the dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a reasonable doubt, you all can't fill my shoes
From my blueprint beginnings to that black album endin'
Listen close you hear what I'm about, nigga feel my truths

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B - Boy 2000 - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: B - Boy 2000
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Binzer, Charlie Lopez, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Lawrence Parker, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams

Lyric:
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Crazy Town

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I wanna block with glocks and brass knuckles
A pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle
Space age rage to rattle your cage
Runnin' amok as we fuck up the stage

Taking hip-hop to a whole new level
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel, supernatural
A mac with a pull act a fool Excalibur

Destroying MC's with my vocal algebra
We got somethin' new for you
For you to take your ass and move it too
Hit to lose it to, it's that crazy crew

Takin' you on a ride to the other side, check it
Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak mode
Black holes of lost souls let the story be told
Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

If you ever want to know what time it is
Compared to what time it isn't
When you hear KRS in the house
Just run and get our ticket

'Cause when you come into the jam
The party will be kickin'
All the Wic Wacs and DJ's in the house
Jealous, it get so sickenin'

Now CXT are some cool guys
Still gettin' paid without no ties
At least no jack and I can't hack it
When you gonna ask the question why?

I never liked workin' at Mickey D's
All my life I got B's and C's
Down with the crew called BDP
Shifty, E.P.I.C now when you be

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, we gather 'round the sound

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I roll at light speed through space and time
With a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes
Cosmo kinetic, I just don't get it
These fools want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic

The Epic, digital bliss
The mega sound consists of a hard drive bits
Written under ground, Crazy Town rock so hard
You'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe

Ill thoughts disperse we're the first and last
High class, white trash rollin' a classic hover craft
In strange days the wickedest ways
Because the norm but it's far from the norm
When we perform, check it

B-boys make some noise, get connected
Respect it, you should expect the unexpected
B-girl reping at the front of the show
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O

'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick
Drum a bass beat transforms the level of the street
And the lyrics boulevard status yo, I'm the baddest
Beach front punks they insist I'm the raddest
Thing to hit ever since L.S.D.

Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to the table
When I rock, there is not a label for it
Critics adore it homicidal as it gets

Your wrist slit when I make suicidal imprints
On your brain, I induce pain, so I'm insane
Hell bent burnt you like acid rain
Extraordinarily, I lyricize specialize

In body rockin' rappin' and mackin'
Two triple O, I came to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y'all we came to get down

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

CXT, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
Work, work, work

C'mon, c'mon
Make it hard work

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