Gimme Whatcha Got - Lyrics - Chris Brown

Title: Gimme Whatcha Got
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Chris Brown, T Nash, Phalon Alexander, C Williams

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
You are now tuned in to the very best
So beautiful, Jazzy Phizzle, Chris Brown, let's go

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Well, I bet couldn't look more bolder
Hold her as we dip into my solar
Call me forward, baby, I explore her

It's navigated, you?re the one like Lincoln
Black Bentley, you'll look better in a pink one
She's smokin? and I'm about to steam one
Let's get and make love on Venus

Baby, the ball?s is in your court like Serena's
Make me jump over that net between us
And let nothin? get between us
We too hot, only sweat between us

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

That's it, baby girl, put it on my zipper
We ain?t in the club but I still wanna tip her
You should be my missus, I could be your mister
Put me on deck, shawty, I could be your skipper

I'll give you a kiss for every time you make me smile
I'll give a thousand if you stay a little while
Longer and I'm gettin? stronger
Feelin? that I get with you, shawty, do what it do

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

Exit it now, I gotta place where we can go
Back seat action, sun roof for deuce
And the windows tinted so nobody can look in
Put it in gear and burn out with me

I'll give you a kiss for every time you make me smile
I'll give a thousand if you stay a little while
Longer and I'm gettin? stronger
Feelin? that I get with you, shawty, do what it do

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

Girl, you?re the finest thing that I've seen and I'm tryin? to get with you
Girl, girl, you are on fire and I know that you?re burnin? hot
Shawty, you?re burnin? up, can talk with you
Shawty, you?re burnin? up, [Incomprehensible]
And all I do is think about you

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

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Gimmie What Ya Got - Lyrics - Chris Brown

Title: Gimmie What Ya Got
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Chris Brown, T Nash, Phalon Alexander, C Williams

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
You are now tuned in to the very best
So beautiful, Jazzy Phizzle, Chris Brown, let's go

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Well, I bet couldn't look more bolder
Hold her as we dip into my solar
Call me forward, baby, I explore her

It's navigated, you?re the one like Lincoln
Black Bentley, you'll look better in a pink one
She's smokin? and I'm about to steam one
Let's get and make love on Venus

Baby, the ball?s is in your court like Serena's
Make me jump over that net between us
And let nothin? get between us
We too hot, only sweat between us

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

That's it, baby girl, put it on my zipper
We ain?t in the club but I still wanna tip her
You should be my missus, I could be your mister
Put me on deck, shawty, I could be your skipper

I'll give you a kiss for every time you make me smile
I'll give a thousand if you stay a little while
Longer and I'm gettin? stronger
Feelin? that I get with you, shawty, do what it do

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

Exit it now, I gotta place where we can go
Back seat action, sun roof for deuce
And the windows tinted so nobody can look in
Put it in gear and burn out with me

I'll give you a kiss for every time you make me smile
I'll give a thousand if you stay a little while
Longer and I'm gettin? stronger
Feelin? that I get with you, shawty, do what it do

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

Girl, you?re the finest thing that I've seen and I'm tryin? to get with you
Girl, girl, you are on fire and I know that you?re burnin? hot
Shawty, you?re burnin? up, can talk with you
Shawty, you?re burnin? up, [Incomprehensible]
And all I do is think about you

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

Girl, you're hot like fire, gimme whatcha got
Coldest thing movin', gimme whatcha got
Heat up like summer, gimme whatcha got
Girl, you know what you doing, gimme whatcha got

28?s on a Hummer, gimme whatcha got
'Cause you're the number 1 stunner, gimme whatcha got
You got it, gimme whatcha got
You got it, girl

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Pharell Williams

Lyric:
Drop 2 Fast, drop 2 Furious
I'm too fast for y'all, mayn
Drop 2 Fast, drop 2 Furious
Oh, I'm too fast for y'all, mayn

Ah, you just came home from doin' a bid
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 911, pleas call the doctor
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon' split ya wigs
See, some fools slipped up and over stepped they boundaries
You 'bout to catch a cold, stay the fuck around me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what kinda shit he on
You disappear like, poof, bitch be gone

You think twelve gon' catch me, gimme a break
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, 'Golden Grain' in the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to side

Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, your car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

Let's take it to the streets 'cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the grille
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blown them candle
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle

Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
Nos tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
'Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a fuckin' bird
And the fools, we gon' clock one and we'll pop one
'Cuz my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun

You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now them gulls up the block still runnin' they mouth
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'm gon' do? Act a fool

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets' still smoking
See, I'm off that anti freeze and my car is tipsy
Off the off ramp doin' about a hundred and fifty
Rollin' through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbecue pit

And now, all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus, your new name is Fire 'cuz we stomped you out
And yeah, we blow trees and beez that's fantastic
So gulls, hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like Lil' John Q and get a 'Change of Heart'
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'm about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Man, that ain't sticky, that's sticks and steams
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool
2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool

2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool
2 Fast, 2 Furious

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Rotton Soul - Lyrics - Warrior Soul

Title: Rotton Soul
Artist: Warrior Soul
Composer(s): Alexander Arundel, Kory Clarke, Pete Mc Lanahan

Lyric:
Hey, hey, we're from New York City
Down town where the life is kill
Nobody's gonna pick you up
'Cos they're kicking you down to hell
We live in a perma-crisis
Hope the landlord leaves ya alone

Don't bother going out anymore
'Cos I don't like anyone
Where it comes from I don't know
Just living here ya get a rot, rotten soul
Yeah, it's rock 'n' roll

All the little kiddies are satisfied
Living in the toilets, where they reside
Sitting on the corner just getting reaction
Cutting all the deals just to get in the action
Where it comes from, I don't know
Just living here you get a rot, rotten soul

I got a rotten soul
Gimme, gimme, gimme
New York City punk
I got a rotten soul

Pumped up out on the skids breaking laws
That hold ya down
(Yeah, whatcha gonna do?)
No one's gonna pick you up
And save you from this town
(Yeah, whatcha gonna do?)

Twenty four hours around the clock
That's the way you gotta play
(Yeah, whatcha gonna do?)
Never gonna get a break and I hope it stays the way
(Yeah, whatcha gonna do?)
Where it comes from I don't know
Just living here you get a rot, rotten soul

I got a rotten soul
Yeah, rotten
I got a rotten soul

I'm sick of all the little babies
Just whining about their stupid lives
And all the cosmic millionaires
Telling us we're gonna die
Hey Geffen, look at me
I`m rocking every single night

Criticized and crucify me 'cause
I'm ready for another fight
Where it comes from I don't know
Just living here you get a rot, rotten soul
I got a rotten soul

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Flexi With Da Tech (Nique) - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Flexi With Da Tech (Nique)
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Rahem Ross Brown, Todd Ray, William E Williams

Lyric:
I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction
Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin'
Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust
Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes

Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep
Or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus
Those who oppose this, split their shit like Moses
My written tabs is rippin' fags and the whole bit

I murder mics and tape decks, so check it while I wrecks it
Far from junkies keep it real because I'm hungry like the Bundy's
Got more rumble than thunder crumple chumps like they was paper
Eight for keys make G's but One of Tame made these

Conjunction junction what's your function on the real
My mass appeal is real I swim through beats like Navy Seals
Irregular, my style, suckers competitors who think they better?
I knit my skit, like my Grandma's sweater

Nuts who want to inflict, harm against the charmer
Best to rest their case because I wear medieval armor
To protect my subjects, my style's quite hard
Never could you copy 'cause my style's quite odd

Select the best concepts, context to rhyme text
Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?

I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump start on the gunner
Arrest niggaz like Honda from the under never blunder
Wonder if I get stiff, I'm bound to catch an L
Nah, never that I'm down with Tame, I'm MC El

Lately playin' Hurricane G demos in my Walkman
I walk and I talk and read issues of The Source and
Check out the dreadlocks in Bedrock puffin' indo
By the branch like plants and do the cypher dance

Then it's back to the set to write raps about my eps
Takin' tokes for the stress as I get flexi wit da tech
I whip the lyrics up like batter chatters on the verge
I sink all ships and watch you crabs submerge

In the depths of the boat doper ropes to distort
All sorts of brothers who abuse my styles I must abort
I do jobs like miles around the necks of the title
I win it hands down and pants down 'cause I'm vital

The tech might you wanna get mad, now freak the plannin'
Plus, I flips it skip the handscans I'm woozy when I'm splifted
Yeah, still high the ill fly, red eye rundown a semi automatic
Artifact with knaps causin' heart attacks

To critics and honeydips, who jeered on my lyrics
And slept when I dropped that do you wanna hear it?
'Cause from sun up to sundown, my eyes are red and rundown
I still smoke a pound if strong peeps hit the town

I'm flexible like every female huxtable was fuckable
Impeccable, dispicable, on point like a decimal
Point twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic device
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis with the stress
Unless I'm gettin' flexi wit da tech

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?

One two, whatcha gonna do?
One two, whatcha gonna do?

Shut up, you're talkin' too loud, you're talkin' too loud
Peace to the whole city of Newark
One two, whatcha gonna do?
One two, whatcha gonna do?

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Gigolos Get Lonely Too - Lyrics - The Time

Title: Gigolos Get Lonely Too
Artist: The Time
Composer(s): Jamie Starr

Lyric:
I guess you've heard of my reputation
I've had my share of foolin' around
But everybody needs stimulation
And mine just happens to be all over town

It's an easy-money occupation
A first class psychiatry
But just once, I'd wanna make love
Without taking off my clothes
Just once, I wanna make love with somebody
Who really and truly knows

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need you

Maybe you're the kind of person
That could turn my world around
Won't you gimme little inspiration
Maybe that's what I need to make me settle down

It's an easy-money occupation
But honey one thing understand
I've got more money than you could imagine in your wildest dreams
But honey, money don't make no happy man

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need you

Just once, I wanna love without takin' off my clothes
Just once, I wanna love with somebody who knows
That I got more money than you could ever see
But honey, money won't get me up off my knees

Gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need you

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need you

Whatcha gonna do, baby?
Oh, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do, baby?
Oh, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?

Ah, do you think we could have dinner sometimes, baby?
Well, how about to night, baby?

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Pink Cookies - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Pink Cookies
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, David Porter, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
The act of makin love is

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

I'll take 30 electric chairs
And put'em in a classroom
30 MC's
And set'em free from thier doom
Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
When we begin
The wheel of furtune it spins
Holdin'
The rhythm like elastic
Moldin'
Your whole body like plastic
So why try to deny what ya already know ya love
Up above
Cause the mania
Hysteria
In the streets
While ya lovers gettin merrier
In the sheets
I met this lady named
Sweet young thing and
She gave me that feelin
That sunshine bring in
Hordable
Sportable
Totally affordable
Silky smooth
Voice was real audible
I said your cool as Ice Cuba
She said, "your that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
Naw
I'm like your Uncle baby
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
Like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe
I Called and re-Quested
For you to be manifested."
She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
Make ya feel Bran Nubien
In-stant-ly
Boogie Down
And check this Production
Gimme them lips
They look good for suction
She said, "Sweet tease
Cool with a little almond joy
On the side
Just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake?
Comin' to my house
Turn on the lights
And see me on the couch
I said, "Do the jingle
And your from around the way
I like your earrings
L's
But anyway
Your grand-daddy is
Here to spread cheer
Somethin nice and smooth
With my tounge in your ear
Give me a snack
Some Salt And Pepper on a burger
Ice Cube T
Or if you prefer the
Taste of honey Kid
Ride in my Capri and
That's the joint
They got the real clear CD in
She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car
I don't know what type of man ya are
You might know karate
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

She was Chubb-y and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part of my private stock and
Ridin in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
Hammer timin
Incredible
So edible
And unforgettable
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love to get with you
Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do
Feel it in mo and more
When I get ready for a showcase
Put together well
I go deep
And have an oil well
Show and tell
I said, "Yo-Yo
You're so intelligent
And elegent."
I n-I never Run to be D
With another MC
I got what I want
Right in front of me
I know a kid named K
He's a MD
Last time I heard
Yo, was gettin real friendly
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky or Mike is next on the list
Nastified and all-funkified
Come'on
Come'on
Come'on
Ride
Can you hear?
Never fear
Whatcha hear
What ya hear
Is it clear?
Understand
And love ya big dear
And I will appear
My dear
With a beer
And bags full of cheer
And waterbed
YEAH
Cause I rumble and groan
She said, "You got to be bad to
Make the moanie moan."
Ain't no reason to front
On the way your life shown
Booyaa
How I'm jumpin' your bones
Like a Grand
Master in a Flash
Put out your cigarette
And rest your tired ash
All I wanna do
Is make woopie
Your my pink cookie
Not a wookie
When you take it off
I'd love a lookie
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style
Peace out
You got the sexual profile

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Eazy Duz It - Lyrics - Eternal E - Eazy E

Title: Eazy Duz It
Album: Eternal E
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Abrim Tilmon, Lorenzo Patterson, Eric Wright, Andre R Young

Lyric:
He was once a thug from around the way, Eazy
But you should, bitch, shut the fuck up
Get the fuck outta here, yo, Trey
Wassup? Gimme a funky ass bassline

What the fuck is up in the place to be?
Comin' on the mic is Eazy muthafuckin' E
Trey is on the beat, Yellow's on the cut
So listen up close, while we rip shit up

Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group comin' out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas, cold knockin' the boots

'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Gettin' stupid because I know how
An' if a sucker talks shit, I give him a

8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'
Slow down, I hit a dippin', continue my trippin'
Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches

Fill my stash box an' start rubbin' my gat
Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian, cold roamin' the streets
An' wit a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats

Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knockin' muthafukas out
What's your name boy? Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool? Compton, yea

Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up
Stick my head out the window an' I say, ?What's up??
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumpin' the box
But you know that's an alibi for slangin' the rocks

A dice game started so I said, ?What the fuck??
So I put my shit in park an' had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was takin' niggaz money an' was itchin' for mo'
Laughin' in their faces an' said you're all makin' me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch

He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, ?Homeboy, you better think fast?
He shot, then I shot
As you can see, I cold broke his ass

Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it?
Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it, but how does he do it?
Eazy duz it do it eazy, that's what I'm doin'
Stop, man, whatcha gonna do now?

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box, from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker

He used to have a house car an' golden rings
But the cooky, cooky crack took all those things
He must of been starvin' 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street an' straight took his ass out

Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea, I went to jail, but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone
All the things I did for her like keepin' her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch

Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye an' said, ?What's up??
An' said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up

Now back on the streets an' my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house an' kicked down the door
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude an' 100% street

An' if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka

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Thug Luv - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Thug Luv
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kimberly Jones, Carl Mitchell, Scott Storch, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory Mode, rollin' through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin', die bitch
'Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin' us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin' dome like a league brawl
Come and roll with us
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin' haters buked and on crutches

Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
Between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug Lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, 'cause I'm full of ambition
And ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin' on no critical condition
Murderin' is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it

Don't when to stop it, I'm goin' pockets and layin' bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin' with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

It's the T.W.I.S. to the T.A
K to the motherfuckin' I'm
'Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't nobody gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them?
I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up

Now whassup y'all better come roll with us
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista and we about this
For those who doubt this, the game is ours we gon' run you up out this
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin' a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems just gimme what I came for

Pull up on your block, eight straight hummers
'Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
Nasty Hardcore shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year

Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin' with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

Kim is yo' flow hot
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

Do it like a gangsta, creepin' like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin' for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin' big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin' over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

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Notorious Thugs - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Notorious Thugs
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Steven Jordan, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(We gonna rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Yes, Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Betta run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(We gonna rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Betta run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Notorious Thugs
(Nuthin' but them thugsters)
(Nuthin' but them thugster, thugsters)
Notorious Thugs
(Nuthin' but them thugsters)
(Nuthin' but them thugster, thugsters)

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon

Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up ***, no *** ***, label us Notorious
Thug *** *** that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all *** be scramblin', gamblin'

Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sittin' here tryin' to win, tryin' not to sin
High off *** and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' Benjamins

*** you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this *** since ninety-two
Look at all the bull*** I been through

So-called beef with you know who
F*** a few female stars or two
And a blue light, ***, move like Mike, ***
Not to be f***** with

Mother*** better duck quick
'Cause me and my dogs love to buck ***
*** the luck ***, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game

Spit yo' game, talk yo' ***
Grab yo' ***, call yo' click
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that ***, I got to light one

All them *** I got ta fight one
All them ***, I got ta like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?

Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, *** die slowly
I'ma tell you like a *** told me
Cash rule everything around me

***, lyrically, *** can't see me
*** it, buy the ***, cook the ***, cut it
Know the *** 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it
*** with a Benz *** it

Doesn't it seem odd to you
Big come through with mobs and crews
Good fellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes
Who's the killa, me or you?

We forgive you
For you know not what you do

Seven A.M., woke in the mornin'
With Hen and caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of doze
'Lil Ripsta, *** Mista Clean

*** Dean, deep in my temple and not to get
Sentimentally sting, wit my
Instrumelody and heated
Especially for your team

And a forty-five indeed will beam
In between the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin' to die, we'll see
How many flees when I cause the scene

We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect, disciples
When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword
Triple, six rivals spittin' fire

This the real truth, ***, breakin' out for lies
My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddon ***'s expired
It's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Claire, all that I had to do was stare

Test me now, contender, never no surrender, no pretend
Pick up my pen, in my hand, one of my trusted friend, friend, hey
Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin'

In daily recruitin' there's a tough law
Everyday in the ghetto
We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bottle
And a pen and a pad to hit the label kick it

*** roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot
To the dome wit a shot of bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin' that urge to splurge

But I'm broke as ***, son, gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this twelve gauge sawed off
Get 'em all off, *** yo' loss, take it all off

Got a *** car door
But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin' they Thugs
They need the most help to pull it in doves
And *** if you stickin', we buckin' them guzzlers, *** up

Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smokin' the *** to ease my mind

Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But Willie be servin' 'em clemency
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin'
Like gimme back me money

Thuggin' with me killers, need us a leader
Or liquor but *** ain't got ***
Wit a sawed off pump, chrome thirty-eight ***
Now who ready to get bent

*** like me feenin' for them green leaves
But I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money so
I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(We gonna rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Betta run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon

Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic
Droppin' down licks, betta call on my gadgets
With an automatics status we spray time to load the glocks

But I'm thinkin' not
There's another, he forced tellin' me do what I gotta do
So my otha potnah *** die tonight
And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue

Biggie booms on my *** now provide the cellular phone
The carphone, what's happenin'
Grab artillery ***, start packin'
'Cause a mother*** try to get me in a jacket and I did him

Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise
Wanna test a *** size, that'll cost him
*** *** around wit the wrong ***
Y'all get mo murdered all day, all day
We done paved the way and I'm on the run

I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all *** wanna have a little fun wit number one
One, one, then it red, red rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
But it red, red rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, but it red, red rum

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(We gonna rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Betta run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c'mon

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(We gonna rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Betta run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
(Everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
*** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c'mon

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Hey - Lyrics - The Charm - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Hey
Album: The Charm
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Mathis, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a player too
All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
At least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude

Hey, everybody wanna say hey, Timmy
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

I came to do two things, kick some ass
And drink some cold beer and I'm almost out of beer
Looky here, we damned if every other year
He ain't stumble back in, Bubba, baby, that's him

I love me some me and I don't mind you
Shoot ya move dog, we lovin' whatcha tryin'a do
Just do it over there, I feel some kinda away
I guess what I'm tryin'a say is I ain't got no time to play

I might could die today, I might just live forever
I done endured being poor but being rich is better
From that dirt road in La Grange, I did came
A long way, we can do this all day

Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a player too
All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
At least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude

Hey, everybody wanna say hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

Hey, everybody wanna say, hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

Ain't no excuses, just gotta be more the shit
Than I already was and that's unfortunate
For all these babblers, still booty chatterers
This what a rapper was supposed to be and that's what's up

Country this, yeah, yeah, country that
I'm a country cat, it's just a fact, can't run from that
Keep high, a bunch out back, now watch the money stack
Hide in the hay, in the barn out on the farm

I can charm, the fangs off a cotton mouth
Right there by my house way down in the south
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, it would appear, no
Girl who's that zero, holla at the hero, y'all

Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a player too
All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
At least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude

Hey, everybody wanna say, hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

Hey, everybody wanna say, hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages

Yeah, yeah, it's Bubba K, I plans to give 'em hell
Yes Sir, I did my thang and I did it well
I walk the walk baby and all that daddy tells
I ain't even noticed my skin, damn, is it pale

Oh, well, I guess that how it go
Now I know, movin' right along on down the row
Another good morning, another breath of air
Dude, I don't ask for much, still I got blessings everywhere

And I ain't scared to share, you can have my last
But you ever diss on me and mine that's yo ass
You hear that thang beatin', Timmy still speakin'
That's how real I keep it, everything else our little secret, whoa

Yeah, I'm a country boy but I'm a player too
All up in your city flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do
At least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude

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Pass The Hand Grenade - Lyrics - Don't Sweat The Technique - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Pass The Hand Grenade
Album: Don't Sweat The Technique
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin

Lyric:
Pass the hand grenade
It's gonna blow 'cause I took out the pin
Detach the detonator, data send
Programmed wit protons, equipped wit predicates
Electrons and elements just fit

Your pronoun hits the ground and that's that
Hit the floor like a meteor so get back
Commas, punctuation marks separate, it sparks
Follow the course in to avoid getting sharked

More volts than a lightning bolt, handle with care
I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear
I'm armed and dangerous, trained for combat
Let off rounds and they won't just bomb back

Explosions I made to invade your parade
Your weak beats' decay 'till they can't get played
Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed
Pass the hand grenade

After the stage gets warm, I heat it up
The crowd gets charged, I speed it up
They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut
The rhyme gets good, so eat it up

Food for thought until your thoughts is sore
Fill up a Colosseum, I can serve them all
Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw
And if your overweight, then here's some more

'Cause every dish I make tastes great and
Plus filling, if I sold a third of my rhymes, I make a killing
Get the salt and pepper from the maid
Get the blood off the blade, pass the hand grenade

If you try this, your response is tonsillitis
I'm leaving authors and writers with arthritis
You got the slightest ideas, I got the brightest
Here's the lightest, so clear, it's out of sight, it's

Darkness, from the darkness, came the light
The night is the time for ra to recite it
Educated, but complicated style
For all the biters, I'm shutting rappers up like midas

I got the force of a turbo Porsche
You get lost in the sauce and then thrown off course
You can't destroy the decoys so detour
No sense of direction, so whatcha speed for?

You wouldn't of never made it, how many styles have I created?
So many rhymes I bust, ya frustrated
Then the mic will self destruct, you'll get sprayed
Pass the hand grenade
Pass the hand grenade
Pass the hand grenade

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Pussy Crook - Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Title: Pussy Crook
Album: Tarantula
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Craig Lawson, Michael Tyler, Pharrell Williams

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Lyric:
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars
Be on the look out for a pussy vandalism, over
A pussy bandit
Suspect is known in many states for dickin' yo woman, over
He is dangerous, be on the look out

I knock the muthafuckin' pussy off the hook
Huh, I take the face off the rapper fuckin' with the punch master
The tight line sharp shooter, the handsome assassin 'cause word expert
You don't know nothing bout this come on mama and get you
Something braid it up pimpin', I make a shy cryin' bitch start swimming
Take it off put cha legs up, see if I can touch the kitty

Fuck it fuck it suck it, 200 dollars, bitch that ain't nothing
Show me what cha working wit' but if ya pussy smellin' shrimpy ho
Get yo fuckin' shirt and shit somebody better stop her
She runnin' round this bitch ha pussy smellin' like red lobster
That's the type of bitch ya don't touch
Some hoes you can look at but the rest don't fuck

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Somebody tell me the woman complaining talking bout I'm too sexual
But leave me alone with her, betcha I could sex the hoe
Fuck you like I ate my vegetables knock it down for an hour and a half
And still got dick left the door the man right chea
Fuck you on the floor and still shake the chandelier
I got it caught again somewhere
Stop that fuckin' runnin' and bring that ass over here

Bitch touch yo toes touch that wall work that pole
What you doin' after 2 am, in the hotel gotta give ya whatcha came for
Waste hittin' wash it off then face hittin' manojetwas I stay getting
If you can't work it then don't flirt you got them little bitty titties
Don't raise yo shirt I sort 'em out and some ain't stayin'
Take them fuckin' thongs off don't here wit' no plan I cut cha up
When I'm climmin' on ya throw it at cha like I'm a phenomenon

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

What the fuck you mean yo period done you can't gimme no lovin'?
Shit, it's time for funky fire boo hole pluggin'
She said, "I never done that stuff"
I said, "Well let me talk you through it, get the KY jelly"
Put a hump in yo back baby quit movin' yo leg
Get loose and relax lady she was actin' all timid
But the next thing you know she was humpin' back wit me
I was all the way up in that ass I was hard like a horse
She still wanted to do it fast, 2 hours and no part
Still talking bout, "Don't stop oh Lord"

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, suspect last seen
Headed East I 10 toward New Orleans, over
Be advised he is armed with dick, and striking good looks, over
Suspect is in a big truck excursion or Escalade
Or some shit he is in a big truck, over
Be on the look out leave all pussy inside

Gimmie this motherfuckin' money
Y'all motherfuckers ain't go never catch me motherfucker
The only thing y'all gone catch is this dick, you motherfucker
This a motherfuckin' nother KLC Smash, you motherfucker
Mystikal, Medicine Man, Big Truck nigga, over

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Dep - Special Delivery - Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G

Title: Dep - Special Delivery
Album: Child Of The Ghetto
Artist: G
Composer(s): Harv Pierre, Trevell Coleman, Lamont Porter

Lyric:
Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery
Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery
Get cake, snakes get slithery
Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry

Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha
Right jab like Zab Judah
Every member on my team is the shooter
Tight like a womb, no room for intruders

Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly
And Good Humor, don't be silly
It's gravy, baby, I got it all smothered
Like makeup I got it all covered

Want a jewel, don't be cruel
It's authentic, don't be fooled
By these phony accusations
Backlash and slanders

Front and they publicity stunts and propaganda
Keep it private 'cause I'm the commander
In chief, I never stop like beef
Gimme a break, I might shake the building
Play safe, vacate all women and children, I spit it out

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through ya curtain
Encore, you're not sure, I'm certain
Wait, make sure the mic workin'
Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind and Fire

The rap vampire retire in the morn'
Warm like campfires, matter of fact I'm blazin'
Raisin' the roof up, slide off with ya rooster
Took her to the stu and seduced her

Let her do a skit then she hit my producer, oh
Not whatcha used to, I'm loser
Ya need to stop fuckin' with them losers, now who's up
The mystic ruler, grand imperial, filthy, but milky like cereal

Bang this in ya stereo MC's is dead
And I'ma get head up at they burial and that's disrespectful
I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo and that's the high capability
And yes, I possess that ability, I spit it out

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen
Spit that bar, car low mileagin', let's go, metropolitan
Area, 'cuz I'm hearin' ya hollerin', the earthquaker, Harlem bread maker
Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker

Hit the block, watch the kids bake up
Your girl keep coming around, then I'ma take her to Jamaica
And I give her a reason to get curious
But ya pain, it ain't that serious

MC's ran with this and that but change your name to Saran
'Cause it's a Wrap, your rap is like a sedative
You sleepy, defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed, I spit it out

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

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Dep - Special Delivery (Remix) - Lyrics - G

Title: Dep - Special Delivery (Remix)
Artist: G
Composer(s): Harv Pierre, Trevell Coleman, Lamont Porter

Lyric:
Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery
Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery
Get cake, snakes get slithery
Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry

Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha
Right jab like Zab Judah
Every member on my team is the shooter
Tight like a womb, no room for intruders

Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly
And Good Humor, don't be silly
It's gravy, baby, I got it all smothered
Like makeup I got it all covered

Want a jewel, don't be cruel
It's authentic, don't be fooled
By these phony accusations
Backlash and slanders

Front and they publicity stunts and propaganda
Keep it private 'cause I'm the commander
In chief, I never stop like beef
Gimme a break, I might shake the building
Play safe, vacate all women and children, I spit it out

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

If you ain't ready, I'ma bust through ya curtain
Encore, you're not sure, I'm certain
Wait, make sure the mic workin'
Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind and Fire

The rap vampire retire in the morn'
Warm like campfires, matter of fact I'm blazin'
Raisin' the roof up, slide off with ya rooster
Took her to the stu and seduced her

Let her do a skit then she hit my producer, oh
Not whatcha used to, I'm loser
Ya need to stop fuckin' with them losers, now who's up
The mystic ruler, grand imperial, filthy, but milky like cereal

Bang this in ya stereo MC's is dead
And I'ma get head up at they burial and that's disrespectful
I'm strong like Exo mixed with X, yo and that's the high capability
And yes, I possess that ability, I spit it out

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen
Spit that bar, car low mileagin', let's go, metropolitan
Area, 'cuz I'm hearin' ya hollerin', the earthquaker, Harlem bread maker
Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker

Hit the block, watch the kids bake up
Your girl keep coming around, then I'ma take her to Jamaica
And I give her a reason to get curious
But ya pain, it ain't that serious

MC's ran with this and that but change your name to Saran
'Cause it's a Wrap, your rap is like a sedative
You sleepy, defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed, I spit it out

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Special delivery, I want that
Special delivery, I need
Special delivery, can I have that?
Special delivery, come give it to me

Play the MP3 online for free!

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