Slap - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Slap
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Leonardo V. Mollings, J. Jackson, Johnny David Mollings, A. Harr

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Lyric:
I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today

This mornin', I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
I'm sick of people puttin' lies in my head
I don't really wanna work, I'm tired
I hate my 9 to 5

And I'm thinkin' 'bout killin' my boss today
Killin' my boss today
I'm thinkin' 'bout killin' my boss today
Killin' my boss today

Yesterday my best friend died
Somebody came and took his life
Now I'm looking up at the sky
Have you ever seen a grown man cry?

And I'm askin' why did You take him away
Why did You take him away?
I'm askin' why did You take him away
Why did You take him away?

I need some money please
I can barely make it on these streets
'Cause I got a couple mouths to feed
My baby's in dire need

So I'm thinkin' 'bout robbin' a bank today
Robbin' a bank today
I'm thinkin' 'bout robbin' a bank today
Robbin' a bank today

Baby mama's at home and fussin'
Callin' up my mobile cussin'
Always yappin' about this and that
But she really don't be talkin' 'bout nothin'

Somebody take my pain away
Take my pain away
Somebody take my pain away
Take my pain away

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today

Somebody just broke in my ride
Snatched up everything inside
Even got my 45
How am I supposed to survive?

When I know that my stereo's taken away
Stereo's taken away
When I know that my stereo's taken away
Stereo's taken away

Gas prices are way too high
Rich people are way too fly
Am not where I wanna be in my life
But why am I so behind?

Is it 'cause I'm wastin' my time away?
Wastin' my time away
Is it 'cause I'm wastin' my time away?
Wastin' my time away

My grandmama's nerves are bad
And everybody in the hood is mad
'Cause President Bush could give a damn
About our ass

So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say
Shit that he has to say
I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say
Shit that he has to say

Troops gone and we still at war
Nobody even really knows what for
Even more I'm scared to find
What the world really has in store

'Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today
Tomorrow's not promised today
'Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today
Tomorrow's not promised today

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today

I know it's strange
But my brain's gone really insane
And I'm off the chain
Sippin' on a fifth of the Golden Grain

I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today
I feel like slappin' a nigga today
Slappin' a nigga today

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Brain Drain - Lyrics - Jackyl - Jackyl

Title: Brain Drain
Album: Jackyl
Artist: Jackyl
Composer(s): Jimmy Stiff, Jeff Worley

Lyric:
Well I feel no pain?
The battle is my ball and chain
Am I insane?
My breath smells like kerosene
Don't tou look at me
I'm a sight for sore eyes to see
I can't believe
Well I'm a walkin' talkin' misery

Brain drain, one ninety grain
It's not the caine, not the Mary Jane
But the golden grain

Oh don't you touch my bottle
You might drop it break it then I die
If life's worth living, then tell me why I cry the blues?
But don't you pray for me
I don't need your fuckin' sympathy
Just a little drink, it means about the same to me
Yea

Brain drain, oneninty grain
Am I insane?
Will I ever change?
Brain drain, oneninty grain
It's not the caine, not the Mary Jane
But the golden grain

I'm a redneck punk
Can't remember when I wasn't drunk
People say I stink
But I don't care what they think no
No colored whiskey
I don't drink that rock and roll
Pass that oneninty
And I'll say bye bye

Brain drain, oneninty grain
Am I insane?
Will I ever change?
Brain drain, oneninty grain
It's not the caine, not the Mary Jane
But the golden grain
Brain drain, oneninty grain
Brain drain, oneninty grain
It's not the caine, not the Mary Jane

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N.S.E.W. - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: N.S.E.W.
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Torey Cook, T Epps, R Guy, B Sandimanie, Arbie Wilson

Lyric:
North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West

Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice
Throw up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool
So what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to cause I bust that shit'it
Dump that Philly, I could back dro wit a lac wit a yak, gettin drunk off in it
Through the Chi like North, North, South, South
Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth
In the East, East, West, West, niggas bust back put a slug in ya chest
Cause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter
Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka
Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas
Back in the bricks wit that good

Fep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp
All them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at)
Yeeah, I got them hos, I got them O's, I got Air phones for those hos
And yeeah, I got white phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floor
So get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take course
Got dip in the ride, Switchin the tires, Whippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport
See if you got 16's, I will make that pliz'ay
And I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys

East side, whole Masterfield rainbow
Flight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow
Good wood, not wastin that payroll
Five hos trapped, boys got rapers
My size got air nigga rep that
We ride, rock sells and I bet that
Car is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch
Let a nigga know that his head I will bust quick
Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout
Lil rob fillin hos in the parkin lot
Gimme head while I'm bustin that two track
It was trill, hit the fence, never looked back
Big thug, hit clubs in the fifth book
Dollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk
If a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though
2-0 Represent East side ho

Hell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up, just throwin up pitch forks to (what, what)
Tupac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!)
Wilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors, waitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)
Pull out the gats and attack on them boys that thought that
(They thought it couldn't happen)
They blastin and screamin, we ain't friends, ain't no need to pretend
(Shawty!) Split the mens, for my homey that got killed last weekend
His brains was left leakin while his body got cold
Now it's y'all life that y'all owe
Time to even the score, case closed

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Against The Grain - Lyrics - Grab It For A Second - Golden Earring

Title: Against The Grain
Album: Grab It For A Second
Artist: Golden Earring
Composer(s): Barry Hay, George Kooymans

Lyric:
Once I dreamt, I was falling like a feather from a tree
The welcoming committee cheered, must have been a sight to see
Right there in the middle of a sweaty night in Rome
Someone showed a million feathers, how to be a bird on their own
Though we never got to flyin', I was woken by the phone

I can hear it calling, get aboard the last train
It's a one way goin' against the grain
I can hear it calling, get aboard the last train
It's a one way goin' against the grain

Once I thought, I was flyin', had a taste of the witches seed
Got me so excited, couldn't get back on my feet
Then without a warning, soft whisper in my ear
If you feel like playin' honey, let's go get out of here
But we never got to playin' 'cause I passed out, out of fear

I can hear it calling, get aboard the last train
It's a one way goin' against the grain
I can hear it calling, get aboard the last train
It's a one way goin' against the grain

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Outro On Ya Ass - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Outro On Ya Ass
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, M Johnson Jr, B Sandimanie, Christopher Bridges, T Epps

Lyric:
Make way for 2-0

Don't make me swang on ya bitch ass
Fuck around and pull that thang on ya bitch ass
Shit, I like to get to fightin' witcha bitch ass
Roll a blunt, get to lightin' on yo' bitch ass

Dealer baby, got a chrome on yo' bitch ass
A.T.L. I'm ridin' home on yo' bitch ass
You know me dog, just might stunt on yo' bitch ass
Hell, later on my niggaz jump on yo' bitch ass

And how we do it in the south on ya bitch ass
Where niggaz pack and pull it out on yo' bitch ass
Look, I'm quick to put the gator on ya bitch ass
Flip the script and wear some gators on yo' bitch ass

I take it back to the gate on yo' bitch ass
Let niggaz seek and flip some weight on yo' bitch ass
Bronson family some me love witcha bitch ass
If you see me holla, "Dog", witcha bitch ass, bitch niggaz

Tity boi

I'm drinkin' Cartier with my slick ass
Shit I was born to be a playa with my slick ass
Yo, you know I got game with my slick ass
Give a bitch a fake name with my slick ass

Yo, in case I need to creep with my slick ass
You know I might need a freak with my slick ass
I gave a cheese a whole week with my slick ass
I couldn't tell nobody but this beat with my slick ass

Yo, you see how I snap with my slick ass
Hold these, switch tracks with my slick ass
Yeah, A-town on the map with my slick ass
Fuck a pound, I gave 'em dap with my slick ass

Yo yo, I got mad with my slick ass
Two cars, one tag with my slick ass
Yo yo, we at them bad with my slick ass
So slick you need a cast for my slick ass, you might fall

Fate know what I'm talkin' about

Oh, he so adorably cute with his short ass
And he'll fuck the shit up out you with his short ass
Don't get it wrong, that thing long for his short ass
Have you screamin', "Oh Lord" with his short ass

Yeah, you know he on parole with his short ass
For stealin' unattended hoes with his short ass
You gotta watch him, he's so cunning with his short ass
Spendin' time of fittin' hundreds with his short ass

Runnin' with tity he be in the trap for his short ass
Rollin' off in big sacks with his short ass
His britches sag to his knees with his short ass
Bitch please, he a g for his short ass

He don't pay so he get in for free with his short ass
Stay reppin' God by, C.P. with his short ass
Stay rockin' bur berry and Gucci with his short ass
Dough and jewelry shows and boobies
Built to describe lil' fate's short ass

I be that nigga named luda

Uh, uh, okay, uh
Fresh off the scene on yo' puss ass
Big pocket full of green on yo' puss ass
So fresh and fuckin' clean on yo' puss ass
Hoes come and get like ding on yo' puss ass

Dinner time, snatch the keys off yo' puss ass
Start drivin' with my knees on yo' puss ass
Look at how the Royce rolls on yo' puss ass
Watchin' out for pot holes on yo' puss ass

I know that I'ma get mines on yo' puss ass
Ignorin' every traffic sign on yo' puss ass
I'm still standin' 5'8 on yo' puss ass
I'll increase the crime rate on yo' puss ass
(Whoa)

Luda quick to just creep on yo' puss ass
Then turn around and take a leak on yo' puss ass
God damn it, we'll cut the breaks off yo' puss ass
Then do a show on Ricki lake on yo' puss ass pussy nigga

Disturbin' tha peace

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Smokin' Dro - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Smokin' Dro
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Taheed Epps, Ed Greene, Arbie Wilson

Lyric:
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down
When ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around
You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip
When we started choppin' O's off in this empty apartment

See I was, standin' in the track, and my back is the target
With a hammer on my side lookin' like I'm layin' carpets
See you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin' like this cable
On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur

See I'm ridin' and I'm blowin' on twenty dollar bills
'Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here
Stayin' true to the prestige and the economic status
I still stacked 100 G's stayin' in my momma's attic

Stackin' under Kraft-matics, Willie sleepin' on the cheese
See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's
And I'm ridin' in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley
On the block, with the top back, blowin' out that booty up

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

You know I-20 ridin' Regal's - cuttin' cutters
Since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit
A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin' pretty
If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin' Tity

On my system knock so loud, they call the cops on me
Ladies show that ass proud, and make it drop for me
This is how a nigga ride, in A.T.L.
And if the twelve drop pull me over, I hide the scales

Blowin' dro out the song booth, with windows tinted
Ridin' clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it
Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window
Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, armed when they in [Incomprehensible]

I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala
Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow
Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it
When it comes to that ridin' and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

Yo, gotta get that monkey off my back, sir
I'm smokin' dro and choppin' O's up in my 'llac, sir
Where the fuck you at when them little bitty animals attack, sir?
I'm in the trap and when I get caught up in a rap-ture relax, sir

It's like cata-racts to me, ac-tually it has to be
A fac-tory of smoke and clouds I'm chok-in proud
And Rhap-sody, the sack of trees is wrote and now
So pot-ent now the track is squeezed

So clap and be happy to be nappy and snappin'
Just keep on rappin' but nobody comes af-ter me
One hit from the blunt then I stop drop, roll
Really really wanna fuck with the glock, glock? No

They so simple better hit that block, slow
On yo' mark, get get ready, set, go
You could watch this Georgia tech' blow
If I don't get some of that wet wet wet wet dro

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's
Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty

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Break Sumthin' - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Break Sumthin'
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): B Sandimanie, A Wilson, Chris Bridges, Johnson Jr. M T Epps, R Guy

Lyric:
I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Yeah, fee, fi, foe, fum
I smell an ounce of that good and a fifth of rum
Ain't no mistakin' Shady Park is where I'm flippin' from
It's so shady my old lady gotta keep a couple guns

You get the runs and I ain't talkin' about the bowel system
I'm talking bleedin', hurry wrap 'em with a towel system
Get the fuck out now system, it's animosity, curiosity, robbery
Probably the reason why there's no stoppin' me till you cop a plea

Man, see now these bitches wanna fuck with Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook of marijuana
Better keep that mouth out my business, 'cause I got that 50 for ya
And I'm off the whip in this bitch and somebody should've told ya

I'm drinkin' Remy and these bitches lookin' at me shady
They must don't know that I'm that bitch that smoke 'em in the face
Better take me up out the club 'cause I'm about to break
And all my bitches and thugs know how we operate
We 'bout that take nigga

Break break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Little shorty from G-Roll on the hustle to see six figures or more
Whether rappin' or pimpin' hoes, I'm high cappin' the gold
And I know I made them boys sick
When I popped up on 24's [Incomprehensible]

You see me diggin' in my gold, I'm a ghetto bastard
And when I'm smokin' on 'dro, I get the munchies directly after
I made dough by offing hoes in transactions
See, I stay on Riverdale Road but I will meet you up on Naston

'Cause in the South Side, partner, we break you off proper
And the doctors can't help ya when the guns go blockah
Time to notify the pastor, ya family you'll mourn after
Yeah, the day after your ashes get scattered, you're all out next batter

I don't need no approval for poodles 'cause I'm a fool dog
Get to fightin' in clubs and swing with pool balls
I saw [Incomprehensible] walking by, I try to grab sumthin'
If you don't say sumthin' I'm gon' take sumthin'

I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Shit, blow you to bits and pieces, my niggas with caprices
A Gucci bucket, polo down with them heavy creases
I'm East Side, Scottsdale, throw it up dog
I got them rocks by your block throw it up y'all
Slingers, 'dro, and pampus, let's get it poppin' doctor

Mack 10, AK's when we shoot those choppers
My niggas ridin' hard, my niggas hot and hard
I-20 will bust some fo's so get down boy

I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'

Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Break, break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'

Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break, got ya saying, aah shit

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R.P.M. - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: R.P.M.
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): S Crawford, Rashawna Guy, Christopher Bridges, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked
In the pen' gonefittin to rock cause he did wrong
Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone
Sellin rock on the big phone
In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out
Leave you wet with you chest out
Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga
Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga
Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac
Me and my bitches all strapped
Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac
Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!)
Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon
Now with the murderers are known felons
I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga
Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga
Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs
Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin
If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones
Then you get you a big gun
Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch
Put it straight to yo' dome heads
Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers
Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa

It's real real - on the block I been up for days
I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way
So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say
So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!)
Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs
In ghettoes and clubs that get crunkfor my homies locked down
To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
To my niggaz that ain't hoesif they have to
They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga
Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga
Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up
And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone
Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up
Got you fillin the hole then go see your body
Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up
Up the streets stuffed the beats
So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes
Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin
Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times
K-Town, West side, South side
Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme
Whatever set you represent throw it up
If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off
Dealers get your work offyou wanna party
Full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz
Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz

I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me
I'm from the hood South side, West side
Where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy
Motown, Pucketown, do or die
The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta
One's thug in a chamber
Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga
Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga
Puff that say you love that
We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac
Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back
Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks
And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed"
Cause I been feelin like
Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga
Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga
Crush that put it on momma
On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana
To the Shawnna and put it on ya
Flows who you froze in a comma
We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business
Flows in yo' dome in an instance
Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's
And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God

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Pimp Council - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Pimp Council
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, R. Guy, Craig Love, Todd Anthony Shaw, A. Wilson

Lyric:
All rise, order in the court
The honorable judge muthafuckin' Too Short
Presidin' over Superior Players Court
First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex
You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe slaughter
For fuckin' another nigga's bitch

Listen close to what I say, dog, it might hurt ya
I be cuttin' ya girl while you be goin' to work bruh
When she first called my conscience was like, "Hell naw, Fate don't"
But she said, "I'm only around the corner", and popped her li'l punt

Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
She opened up the door half naked, lookin' exquisite
Ackin' mad 'cuz I ain't spoke to her since the last time a nigga hit it

She said, "Don't worry forget it since 'cause we only have 30 minutes"
'Fore her man came home for lunch, so I bust my nut and raised up with
Five minutes to spare, her man unaware, I saw him in traffic
Beeped the horn and threw a deuce in the air, yeah, I'm a playa

But I feel guilty 'bout cuttin' a broad
I need counsellin' dog, 'cuz it's guilty as charged
Simply because I felt victim to lust and
Knowin' all the while it was my cousin' girlfriend I had been fuckin'
(Damn)

The court finds you guilty as charged
Your sentence is PUI school
For pimpin' under the influence, nigga
Next case

Oh, we got us a repeat offender in the house
Jenny Jones A.K.A. Shawnna
Same ol' charge, wanted in 8 states
What's yo story this time?

Oh yes, yo' honor I see we talkin' again
I have no representation now shall we begin?
I know you seen my face before but hold on my friend
It's niggas gettin' away with doin' the same shit I did

I can't do no bid, I got a mortgage and my kids in a forest by the bridge
And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge with dem grills
So you understand I was tryna pay me some bills
When I was flippin' outta state while I was takin' a chill

Shootin' deem and a couple friends, spend a couple ends
Took the top off of the drop and let the bubble spin
Niggas got off in my knot and let them troubles in
So I decided to put that shit in my own hands

None of these hoes can fuck me, only God judge me
That man told me he love me and he flash money
My only crime could just be livin' it filthy
So let me hear it on mo' time, not guilty

Bailiff, take her into custody
Oh, no, not my baby
Hell naw
Next case

State vs. Velvet Jones A.K.A. Ludacris
You bein' charged with impedin' ho traffic
Spendin' too much time tryna fuck one hoe
How do you plead Mr. Jones?

Man, I'm the pimp of all pimps and y'all comin' up short
Calm down before I hold yo ass contempt of court
Ya honor, just be cool, let me approach that bench
And sprinkle seasonin' on yo ears on how I choked that beeutch

Well, did she promise you the pussy, mayn?
She certainly did I got empty McDonald's cups in my car and my crib
She owe me sumthin', bitch betta show me sumthin'
Wrap her legs around my waist and start to throw me sumthin'

I'm simply the meanest, you lookin' at the stroke of a genius
The only verdict made should be the subpoena uh this penis
No objections or appeals, let's cut us a deal
And I promise to tell the truth if my partner don't squeal

She's awfully cautious, said the jury makes her nauseous
And she said she'd suck my dick if I dropped the charges
Oh, no, time to make ya kidneys shift but didn't you fuck her best friend?
Oh, I plead the fifth

Yeah, that sound like some shit you'll say
Ol' pimp ass nigga
Due to lack of evidence, I'm droppin' the charges
Don't let me see you in here again

Let this be a lesson learned, if you don't know your player rules
You liable to violate the game and get sent away for a long, long time
Remember never hate on a real player
It ain't gon' get you nowhere, mayn

It's a lotta hoes out there player so
Ain't no reason for you to fuck ya best friend
Or ya cousin or ya brother's girl
Get ya own bitch, mayn, you know what I'm sayin'?

You runnin' around here
Violatin' major player rules
You 'bout to get the muthafuckin' book thrown at yo bitch ass
Fuckin' 'round in this court

You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all about the money, baby
If it ain't about the money, it ain't about shit
To all you niggas runnin' 'round here

Corny than a motherfucker
Just tryna fuck a bitch 'cuz you wanna get a nut off
Think about that money first, mayn
What is that bitch doin' for you?

What are you gettin' outta the situation?
Tryna give a bitch sumthin'
What you gon' give her sumthin' for, some pussy?
It's trickin', mayn, don't be a beeutch
Be a real pimp, nigga

Make that hoe pay you for every thang you do
Every thang you do you gotta get money, mayn all day, all night
I wouldn't fuck a bitch for free
Just like I wouldn't rap for free, motherfucker
Yeah, you know my favorite word, beeutch

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God - Stay In Your Lane - Lyrics - U

Title: God - Stay In Your Lane
Artist: U
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Lamont Hawkins

Lyric:
Yeah, tired of all this shit God
Channel you wanna come out?
Niggas betta respect this shit

I see, I see the same ol' rap cats gettin' real lame
Same ol' funny cats, Radio Cats, Dummy Squads
Get one gold record step in the party hard
Like Tyson with ten body guards

Quiet stormin', we still countin' enourmous odds
One enter this shit, in a sence represent
Just the sun drenched the Gods up
Kept his law start date March 5th ninteen nintey nine

Mighty healthy, wealthy for fine
Braveheart, veins, respect mines
Before the war happened, we connect to your glass spines
And as we bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines?

Who said you could rock my Wu sings?
The golden eye chastisment, supreme team shit
Spy versus spy shit, small crimes comitted
Tryin' it wit' my shines on, gimme mines

Suppost to be comin' wit' proper flows son
Over the hill, headed with thrill on elephants till the buffalo guns
The greatest of all times, this time, I'm not gon' say no names
If you not one of the same, I suggest you

Stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane

The run-away train double the sting
Me and Edith stay beneath us
Flip like Batman and Bruce Wayne
Don't take my kindness for weakness, 36 peak shit

Sweetness, ride the bridges skim the bubbles real fridged
Don't get mad 'cause we lived it
As our dog we don't trouble you
Tell your bitch and your friends respect that "W" too

Y'all make me sick
Renegade chicks, strap a grenade to my dick
This shit is feather
Stuck in a high, but more callibre job

To rip your best in half
We arm wrestle you till you beg
Pop your legs in the pretzel
The one in the flames and came out the drain, I suggest that you

Stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane

The rain of Spain falls mainly on the plane
Ready to bake this shit
Snake verse crane
Detrail me, hope I fell

I'm hot on your tail people
You can't be the light
I came to Earth first by a meteorite
Frog, analog, non descript, I gently empty the clip

Crack the whip, rip you from your lips to your hips
Chip for some men off, you fake dreds
Action bitches about me and my black belt degree in rappin'
I make a whole lot of shit happen

The moister peal, oyster vapors
Ember on papers, still scalpin'
Y'all piggy backin' snakes
Jiggy rap, shinin' like 'Pac, a whole fuckin' album

This time, through the flames of triumph
Through the flames of triumph
I ain't go'n play no games
I ain't go'n play no games but I suggest you

Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay off my stage, stay in your lane
If you ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, stay in your lane

Mothafucka stay in your lane
You ain't from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane, stay in your lane, stay in your lane
Stay in your fuckin' lane

Niggas
Bang bang

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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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Slang And Serve - Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Slang And Serve
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Anthony Wells

Lyric:
ATL niggas
ATL niggas
ATL niggas

I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premonition
Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition
20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life
Hella niggas want me murdered, but can't do the job right
Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them
Killin' for a hobby like a medieval barbarian
Khen will the disaster stop? Never, nigga pass the glock
Illustrated killin' live in color like it's magnavox

Now I got 'em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock
Set up shop wit' over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks
Ammunition cocked, prepared to pop, I'll even shoot at cops
Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top
Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop
187 from the west and get yo fuckin' block mopped
You gone have to tangle wit' a Hypnotize, get surprised
Good for makin' money off the shit to stay the fuck alive

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

I only fuck wit' real niggas, all the haters can burn in hell
If you ain't affiliated, don't come wit' packs to sell
Object of this hustlin' is bubbling stacks of mail
Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail
When I hit the block I'm seein' J's drivin' insane
Crunker than Montana wit' some anna for ounces of caine
ATL niggas blowin' brains, simple and plain
Sippin' golden grain, makin' stangs, inflictin' the pain

Smokin', gettin' into it, livin' ruthless, the feds are clueless
We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid
Hypnotize niggas ridin' vettes, sippin' moets
Strapped up wit' a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress
51 niggas got my back, so nevertheless
I'ma get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest
Puttin' bitches on the track, when it's a pimp in the flesh
Solid as a rock for adversaries who wishin' to test

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

Come smoke some herb wit' me
Come flip a bird wit' me
Step on the curb wit' me
Come slang & serve wit' me

My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me
If there has been treachery don't try to get next to me
Yo life is in jeopardy when fuckin' wit' family
We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity
Break bread off of greenery, releasin' the steam in me
Keep me from the weapons, I'll be fuckin' up the scenery
Deport bullets like immigrants, bitch niggas don't attempt to flinch
Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence

I'ma let the missile rip, ballistic wit' hollow tips
You won't see me comin', keep yo fingers on the pistol grip
Smoke blindin' my enemies, give 'em fearful tendencies
You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey
I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence
Hooked up wit' the camp, I've been a mercenary ever since
Atlanta my stompin' grounds, Old Nationals where I'm found
Moving bricks and fuckin' tricks, and smokin' reefer by the pounds

ATL niggas
ATL niggas
ATL niggas
...

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Trouble In The Fields - Lyrics - Sarah Harmer

Title: Trouble In The Fields
Artist: Sarah Harmer
Composer(s): Nanci Griffith, Rick West

Lyric:
Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields
And the bankers swarm like locusts out there
Turning away our yields
And the trains roll by our silo, silver in the rain
Leave our pockets full of nothing
But these dreams of the golden grain

I can see the folks lined up downtown at the station
They're all buying their tickets out
And they're talking a great depression
Our parents had their hard times, fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields
In dust as deep as snow

And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall these wounds can heal
They'll never take our native soil
And if we sell that new John Deere
Then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears

You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time, we'll work it out
There's still a lot of love here in these troubled fields

There's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
There's a little bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every page
Our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They don't want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder

And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall these wounds can heal
They'll never take our native soil
And if we sell that new John Deere
And then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears

You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time we'll work it out
There's still a lot of love here in these troubled fields

You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time we'll work it out
There's still a lot of love here in these troubled fields

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Ice Water - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Ice Water
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods

Lyric:
Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz
Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck
Mira afrente

Take a one on one to this shit y'all
(Yeah)
Get your nostrils clear
(Yeah)
Come on, sniff your brains out
All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz
(Yeah)
Who's down with drug smuggling
Cappadonna Golden Arms

Yo, yo, take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus
I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures
Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers
Hot weather, sex on the beaches, jury shopping out of the country
Deluxe luxury, people sayin' dem not change, look, truckle me

But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet?
Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it
My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin', ready for robbin'
But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond
The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic
Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas

Son, it's on, so we can just Maximillion
I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion
The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch
Rainbow, flavored niggas, murder niggas for lunch
Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga, Jay Love
Who carries switch blades on the red roof

Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef
I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep
Into my realm of sunshine, I praise divine
Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind
He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime
Crossed over grain while we was bubblin' moonshine
Sippin' on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino

Develop while your head be swellin' up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli
Pasta, Bodyguard the killa bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared all inside your bumba rasta
Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster

Yeah, yeah, eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz
Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch, except for overtime nigga
Any ass money should be fine
'Cause I'm coming strong, reakin' niggas backs, keepin' shit real
If you haven't noticed crazy ass, rusty ass nigga
Let me tell you this four times

Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef
Cappachino and Golden Arms
Is comin' through mad strong
From the isles of Shaolin
For all them faggot ass
Rusty ticket-head bitches too
Shump shump baby

Yo, back in the days, baggin' crack, scrapin' plates
Flippin' cakes to them heavy head, niggaz hatin' Jakes
It be us, all the war's soldiers, hangin' in halls gettin' over
City niggaz who for blood money rockin' Rovers
Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket
In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep
Crack bums, watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one

Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these Dominicans
Eatin' good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans
That's life, to top it all off, beef for white
Pullin' bleach out tryin' to throw it in my eyesight
Yo, what the fuck was on yo mind?

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Bigger Hole To Fill - Lyrics - Black and White - Hives

Title: Bigger Hole To Fill
Album: Black and White
Artist: Hives
Composer(s): Randy Fitzsimmons

Lyric:
Look out

I pet the cat along the whiskers
And I always go along the grain
You'll never see me in the deep end
If I ain't got nothing to gain
Don't serve the fool or act the donkey
If you allow me to explain

Man who fights for causes worthy of a fool
Is a fool to fights for causes that's the golden rule
I take it to the table, know all know fix know how
But if I'm gonna do it, I ain't gonna do it now

Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill

Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill, got a bigger hole to fill

You see, I have a proper education
I use enough to get me by
I got the answers to all problems
But I ain't even gonna try

Work hard and be honest, take chances and stay true
Just add it to the list of things that I ain't gonna do
Wherever there's a question, blurry answer's here to find
I tell ya, I'm gonna help you but I'm gonna change my mind

Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill

Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill

Got a bigger hole to fill
I got a bigger hole to fill, oh
Got a bigger hole to fill, ooh
I got no time to spill

He's got no time to spill
He's got a bigger hole to fill
I got a bigger hole to fill
He's got no time to spill
'Cuz I got a bigger hole to fill

Got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill
No, I ain't got no time to spill
I got a bigger hole to fill

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The Saga Of Pepote Rouge - Lyrics - Band

Title: The Saga Of Pepote Rouge
Artist: Band
Composer(s): Robbie Robertson

Lyric:
There's a legend of a lady on the mountain
Lives alone beyond the Mecca plain
And with her hands she makes it through the winter
She never goes against the grain

To be someone is to be someone alone
To be someone is known as solitude
To learn to sing below the surface
You must adjust your altitude

Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' Hell bound
She had a vision, and now she holds the key
You don't know what you want, till you find out what you need

I was stranded on the damn coast when a lady
Called to me in a voice so soft and low
Her words resounded like a fountain of truth
And then she faded like a rainbow

Her golden spaceship with the mother of the earth
Carved in stone, the queen of Avatars
Where seventy children were given birth
She then returned back to the stars

Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hell bound
She can help us find our way and get across
You don't know what you gained, till you find out what you lost

The Pepote Rouge come down from the mountain
And lead our people into the light of day
For they are lost and know not where they're goin'
And all their leaders are cast in clay

Now disbelief and mass confusion
Spreading wild across the land
You can call it love or call it wisdom
To be not savin' a drowning man

Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town
We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hell bound
She can show us just where we went wrong
You don't know where you're goin', till you find where you belong

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Hustla - Lyrics - Nappy Roots

Title: Hustla
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Vito Tisdale, Brian Scott, James Chambers, Melvin Adams, Ryan Anthony

Lyric:
Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke
Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost
At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real real, to the top

A G like 30 feet away from the county line
The weed flyin', the golden smilin'
Wip it nice an then they sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn luck
This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time

Don't get messy with the Prezzy
A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth
Back an forth we swerve and dip

Pumpkin' pie, bust a cop
I'll be damned, they took my crop
Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit
About a 105 miles per hour

In the country wit the pudin', good an chunky
40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money
Got to be that early bird to grind an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it
Lord, I need it fore the third
Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure
Standin' on the standard curb, days begin to bend an blurred

Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about gettin' payed
Came along with a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade
An momma won't quit buggin' me about my heathenish ways

Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer
Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin' my fears
Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob
Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah

If you play the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early bird
To grind and get what I deserve

If you play the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early bird
To grind and get what I deserve

Ain't no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo
Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' these streets alone

Now everyday I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies
'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die
Now peep the otha side, ova them hills
Rich dude that own them mills
Tha candy sto is open for sale
These junkies gone smoke it to death

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold grills
No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill
Wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still
Lay it on the fish scales

I'm assed out in the back seat of the Pontiac
Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny sacks
Tell me, get my money back, still broke
Feel like I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo

C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin'
But my hands ichin', poppa need a new transmition
Get my grind on, hustle that bustle
To make my grip in any time zone

Bundle that bubble, let's make it split
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga, please
Anything you ask fo', we got what you need
To these college degrees we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla

If you play the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early bird
To grind and get what I deserve

If you play the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early bird
To grind and get what I deserve

Hustla carry many meanings
Whether you a crook in them books
Whether you usin' your mind or usin' a 9
Bootleg alcohol or runnin' the ball, you must get it in
You was born a hustla an you a die a hustla
Prophit, hit 'em wit' it

I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine
If I don't crush it then I'mma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over y'all
Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time
Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog
My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw

Don't go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my niggas
Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all
What? What? What?

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