Hickory Dickory Dock - Lyrics - Ridin High - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Hickory Dickory Dock
Album: Ridin High
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Demetrius L Stewart, Marlon J Goodwin

Lyric:
Hickory dickory dock, dock
Hickory dickory dock, dock
Your girl pulled out my co**, my co**

Here a girl, there a girl, ev'rywhere I go a girl
Blow *** wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock, dock, your girl pulled out my co**, my co**
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

Patrone, double shots, wit no chase
Sticky green, fire it up and blow it in yo' face
We deep, 50 deep, so don't hate
Forever never slippin' naw, pimpin' we straight

What it do, the bets back, the checks fat, the track tight
We funna cook a fresh batch
Money maker, you makin' money, then show me some
Dime pieces, bend it over let me see ya thong

Shades on, blacka bodies, I'm in my zone
Trunk kickin' like it know karate
We sittin' tall, big ball, and MJ pushin' to the limit
I'm reppin' for Tennesy so I gotta keep it pimpin' now

Here a girl, there a girl, ev'rywhere I go a girl
Blow *** wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock, dock, your girl pulled out my co**, my co**
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

They call me pimp tight MJG you know I party hard
Most a y'all pussy cat *** and they go holly ward
Any time you wanna load up, you know I'm ready
Rich *** *** can't ride in my Chevy

You don't wanna hear me speak, you just wanna see my rims
Spinnin' underneath my vehicle like a like a roll of film
I don't even need tint, they already know it's me
If I add tint, when I get out they'll know it's me

Hennessey, gray goose, good purp, and patrone
Gotta keep a lot of it, so I can stay in the zone
Every time I'm in the hood, every time I'm in the club
Look kids, grown folks, old folks show me love

Here a girl, there a girl, ev'rywhere I go a girl
Blow *** wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock, dock, your girl pulled out my co**, my co**
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

Wheels spinnin', the *** burning
The beat knockin', I know the *** kickin' in go on get it poppin'
Don't be scared, we rock stars, we party hard
Valley park 20 cars then go and buy the bar

Bleed, we keep it gritty, we keep it gutta
Bangas worldwide I'm ya neighborhood hood cutta
Yeah, spray it on some *** butta, some call it K Y
Say my, say my name girl, say my name

Pimp tight, MJG, millions we runnin' through pimp daily
You can crawl at the bottom, 'til ya make ya knees hurt
Or do it like I do it, make the block bleed work

Here a girl, there a girl, ev'rywhere I go a girl
Blow *** wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock, dock, your girl pulled out my co**, my co**
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

Here a girl, there a girl, ev'rywhere I go a girl
Blow *** wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock, dock, your girl pulled out my co**, my co**
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

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If Only - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: If Only
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): D Lynch, C Charity, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, S Turrentine

Lyric:
And it go a little something like this
Hit it

Shiggity shoz bots, hots, I rocks
I kiggity kicks the drama like a farmer picks the crops
Hops, I diggity digs more wigs than John the Baptist
They call me Mr. Rapper, so I guess I be the rappist

No practice, yo Krayzie
(Diggity yes?)
Knocker
Don't bolo like Han Solo, come work like Chewbacca

So ease back, slick or get kicked in the tush
Yep, I call ya Snaggle if your puss
Ee Gads, I rip shop, until the roof fell in
And plus I piggity pop your shit like [unverified]

But, umm, rarely does my crew get into beefus
I fliggity flips the mould like the gold that's on my cheebas
Oh Jesus, I'm the youngest, Flipsy, be the eldest
I'm hipper than the hip bone connected to your pelvis
So Hickory Dickory Dock, diggity don't your wish

If only it sounded like this, like this
If only it sounded like this, like this
Like this, like this

If only it sounded like this, like this
If only it sounded like this, like this
Like this

Shibbity bop, shibbity boo, check out the way I drops the scoop
I'm kniggity knockin' butts out, daily, troop
I friggity fry the funk, that's why they call me Krazyie Drayzie
I giggity gots more props than that kid named Beatle Bailey

The boogity woogity Brooklyn boy, he's cool like Grizzly ruin
I swingity swing more shit than Tarzan be doin'
I heard that shit was thick, that's why I spick like I was span
Then I, umm, flip my bit and take a dip like Aquaman

So, umm, figgity, fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell blunts
I gibbity got lines like Evil Knievel got bitch stunts
Ya dunce, I'm diggity down with The Hit Squad, aight
I flippity fly more heads than Benjamin flew kites

So I stiggity start the spliffin', give me your lips so I can rock
I got more skills than John Han got cock
So Hickory Dickory Dock, diggity don't you wish

If only it sounded like this, like this
If only it sounded like this, like this
Like this, like this

If only it sounded like this, like this
If only it sounded like this, like this
If only it sounded like this, like this
If only it sounded like this, like this
Like this

And away we go, priggitypraise the Lord, Our Father
I kiggity caught 'The Love Boat', [unverified]
I'm finnicky like the cap' but shoots more funk than Funkadelic
It's diggity Das EFX, umm, chum, can you smell it?

Yippity yapper doozy, watch me ease on down the road, hun
So come on, baby, and do the locomotion
Umm, so now what the fuck?
I give 'em a sugar smack then they crack like Daffy Duck

Schmuck, I'm kniggity knarly, dude, hey, swick 'em
I biggity bangs the chunks 'cos they plumps when I cook 'em
I quiggity quick, quick, diggity dick, dick, tiggity tick, tack, toe
So figado, figado, figado, figado

I'm niggity not the herb but look at the burb, it's gonna stunt
I figgity funk up Sanford and his fuckin' son
So Hickory Dickory Dock, diggity don't you wish

If only it sounded like this, like this
If only it sounded like this, like this
Like this, like this

If only it sounded like this, like this
If only it sounded like this, like this
Like this

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40 - My Cup - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - My Cup
Artist: E
Composer(s): Stephen Sowles, T Stevens, Brian Branch, Mike Dinkins, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup
(I got my cup)

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup
(I got my cup)

One of these playas is doing they own thang
And some of these playas is kinda the same
One of these playas is unlike the others
Now it's time to spit my game

I'm leaning, I got that purple colors brightness
Ms. Buttersworth up in my white cup, white cup
Codeine'ing, dropping that Swishahouse groove music
And I'm fucked up, and I'm fucked up

A playa's sweating, shoot dice up under the staircase
Talking hell-a-loud grabbing his balls and side betting like a veteran
All my [unverified] just come hard, reach into my pockets
Pulled out a wad of money and I threw my dogs up on it

It's expected, 'cause way back when I couldn't afford
When a playa like me was leaking, had my back like a [unverified] board
Now that I'm eating, the game done blessed me mayn
Everyday is my birthday, I'm about that ice cream and cake

Looking for a batch with no pan
And I'm a guerrilla, meals must like Brandy
Like the R&B singer, Christian brother twist
Getting gone, plastic cup in the traffic bumping this

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup
(I got my cup)

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup
(I got my cup)

Hickory dickory dock
I dick the boost down with my dock
I was on stuck, she was on top
Pour me some more in my cup

We working with a lot, can't let 'em catch us slipping
Can't sit the cup down, can't let 'em know we tripping
I'ma keep a cup, full of 'check-a-hater' juice
Eyes behind my head, can't let 'em catch me loose

He's a fool, usually wanting to put it on me
Got a low attention span, and the average can't afford me
I'm a boss chick, like that, that, that, that, that, that
And you are bossy uh, I got your back

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup
(I got my cup)

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup
(I got my cup)

Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Pimps, playas, hustlas, hoes
Simps, haters, bustas, marks
Saps, suckas, haters, sars

Well, I'm at a park, at a club after dark
At a football game, your date in the parking lot
Them hoochies know my name, I'm not a popsicle
But a fool, can you do the other side of the pimp?

Stick and move, all about my uh, paper route
When I'm drunk, that's when my true feelings come out
I ain't no punk, you got your [unverified] stuff
Plus some funk, in real life, I'll fuck you up

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup
(I got my cup)

I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
I got my cup, I got my plastic cup
You got your cup
(I got my cup)

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A Gangsta'S Fairytale - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: A Gangsta'S Fairytale
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Eric Sadler, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Once upon a time, in the black part of the city
Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0
Yo Ice Cube, man
Whassup man?
Why you

Whassup?
Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin' the shit
About the bitches and the niggaz?
Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man?
The fuckin' kids?
Word

Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I C E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew

Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street 'cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop

Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps

Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot

There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan

Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin' on Lorenzo's
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin' sheepskins

Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo baby, what's up with that?

Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin' up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin' her dwarfs

Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
A bad influence? Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go

Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it
This is Little Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit
Well, you know the rest

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some 8-ball
Three little pigs in a Coup de Ville
Lookin' for, the wolf to kill

They're fucked up and they want revenge
Them and Humpty used to be friends
Now they're enemies 'cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him

Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is gettin' mighty jealous
Of the cash that the pigs were makin'
Time for the pigs to get turned to bacon

'Cause Mister Rogers found out quick
That Humpty Dumpty was blown to bits
They said that the motherfuckin' wolf was next
So Mister Rogers better watch his step

So he let the wolf know
We're gonna fuck up the pigs, and take their ho
'Cause Cinderella is much too fast
Before twelve, givin' up ass

Double barrels all loaded and cocked
As soon as they show, they gonna get popped
They bailed down Sesame Street and caught 'em
Little Boy Blue is up front givin' orders

Little did they know Cinderella was a fink
She called the cops and got thrown in the clink
A bad influence? Yo, I don't know
Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories should go

Aiyyo man was that dope enough for you?
Yeah, you aight, you in the house we outta here, see ya
Yeah, you better go home before I whoop your little bad ass
Some bedtime story huh?
It's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't wanna live here
Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her

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The Realest Niggas - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: The Realest Niggas
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Tony Mario Dofat, Umar Bin Hassan, Curtis Jackson, Andy Thelusma

Lyric:
Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a Florida boy
But I'm gonna shout y'all niggas out
'Cause I got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard?

I love niggas, I love niggas 'cause niggas are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot through shit
And to all niggas that do it, I love

To all my Brooklyn
(Niggas)
To all my Uptown
(You niggas understand?)
To all my Bronx
(It's war, nigga)
To all my Queensbridge
(I'll blow you away)

Back up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy Gs

Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots on the avenue
Take my loot and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her pantyhose

Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out and blow they motherfuckin' back out
That's a real nigga for ya

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery
Rough very not your ordinary, we watch you get buried

That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. 'cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish scale
Where the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo stain remover
Yo, G, pass the buddha

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O., she called me the 'Ginger Bread Man'
I cut ya new case and tell her ass catch me if you can
Don't let your people feel you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off propa

There's no place like home, New York, New York
I run this city and now I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy 'til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama, really

Pushy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged, you know, bump my shit, bitch

We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo' nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it won't be nice

Here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit made it and Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin'
You sick to your stomach

50 percent is 50 Cent
The other 50 percent is who's color skin it is
Well, if you're even considering takin' our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate into it

I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for your own benefit
'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates into some other shit
Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one

It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me

Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A little bit of the diggity dock diggity

Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records
We the label fo' sho'

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We gon' kill yo' fuckin' label fa sho

Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic, right?
Still watch what you say to me punk
'Cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 months

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