Little Time Bomb - Lyrics - Billy Bragg

Title: Little Time Bomb
Artist: Billy Bragg
Composer(s): Billy Bragg

Lyric:
One of them's off her food and the other one's off his head
And both of them are off down the boozer
To drink a toast, to the one, he hates most
And she says there are no winners, only losers

Well, if there are no winners, then what is this he thinks
As he watches her complete a lap of honor
And he sits in the stands, with his head in his hands
And he thinks of all the things, he'd like to bring down upon her

Revenge will bring cold comfort in this darkest hour
As the jukebox says 'It's All Over Now'
And he stands and he screams, what have I done wrong
I've fallen in love with a little time bomb
I've fallen in love with a little time bomb

In public, he's such a man
He's punching at the walls with his bare and bloody hands
He's screaming and shouting and acting crazy
But at home, he sits alone and he cries like a baby

Oh, he holds your letters but he can't read them
As he fights this loneliness that you call freedom
You said this would happen and you were not wrong
I've fallen in love with a little time bomb
I've fallen in love with a little time bomb

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Time Off For Bad Behavior - Lyrics - Confederate Railroad

Title: Time Off For Bad Behavior
Artist: Confederate Railroad
Composer(s): Larry Latimer, Bobby Keel

Lyric:
I'm up and gone everyday at dawn
Just a workin' like a regular dog
To keep the woman and the water
And the lights and the phone turned on

I've been sayin', "Yes sir" all day at work
I've been sayin', "Yes ma'am" at home
Savin' up my cuss words
And keepin' 'em under my tongue

I need a little time off for bad behavior
The devil in me done been asleep too long
I need a little time off for bad behavior
It looks like I've been too good for too long

Well I went to a company party, I didn't even drink enough to get high
I met a preppy little wimp I shoulda whipped but I let him slide
Ol' Hambone McGraw got the law paid off
Dealing blackjack Saturday nights
And I could triple my take-home pay if it weren't for my wife

Need a little time off for bad behavior
The devil in me done been asleep too long
I need a little time off for bad behavior
It looks like I've been too good for too long

I got a number on my mind
That I've been a fightin' off the urge to call
A hot, hell-raisin' blonde bomb
With a Southern drawl

Some good-old boys called collect from Mississippi
Said the fishin' been a missin' me
And I could sure get it up for a smoke
And a Delta Queen

I need a little time off for bad behavior
The devil in me done been asleep too long
I need a little time off for bad behavior
It looks like I've been too good for too long
I said, "It looks like I've been too damn good too long"

I need a little time off for bad behavior
The devil in me done been asleep too long
I need a little time off for bad behavior
It looks like I've been too good for too long

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We Starvin' - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: We Starvin'
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Perry Jr Botkin , Barry Devorzon, T Jones, L Mitchell, Earl Stevens, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
And Gangsta Boo, what

It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)

It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

You're lookin' at livin' proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
Bad case of strep throat, mama's think she got arthritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
They say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all broken
Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
Everyday it's a funeral

He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back
All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that really robbed the place
Though I've been tryna to paper chase

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

I done grew up in the game, baby
Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame, baby
I'm still the same, baby
Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses
I'm the bomb at the party

Always askin', "Where are the dollars?"
Now I know you hate me
'Cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
I'm with whatever they pay me
Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck
I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

I made it and I know it's almost over, call in the soldiers
Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya
Enemies position at all times
Where they at, and how much power they hold
And how many soldiers they got down to roll
But in the meantime
You make your money, even if you strike it rich
You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper

These days only ways that pays can save you
Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
And grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in the bag
I'm doin' a pop, pop, so drop and take it as a loss and chalk it
Now you can take your life and keep on walkin'
(Just keep on walkin')
Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal

I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the hood up, on the the block
Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door
This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die

And anyway you go we won't make it
No way, to shake, fake it
Better take advantage of ya life while you can
Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight
The year is 1999, last year to get your money, right

We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got just a little time left
(Little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
(Vanish)

That's real, ya undersmell me
Suckers do what they can
Players do what they want, dig it?
Charlie Hustle every time up in your talk
Yeah, face it
Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like this

That's how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it nigga
Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route
(Paper route)
You undersmell me? We starvin'
You undersmell me nigga?
Don't let the mobbers control you
Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga

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You'Re The Bomb - Lyrics - Imajin

Title: You'Re The Bomb
Artist: Imajin
Composer(s): Timothy Monroe Allen, Larry Louis Ii Campbell, Jolyon Ward Skinner

Lyric:
Bomb Biggty Bomb ah baby baby biggy biggy

24 Hours since I met ya, and I can't get you off my mine, you're so
Fine
I can't wait until we get together and spend a little quality time

And we roll, roll, it's all I eyes on you, you've got me open and I got
It good ohhh you're da bomb

I wanna sport you like a lexus coop I wanna make you my boo 'cause
You're da bomb, you're da bomb, yeah you're da bomb bomb biggy bomb baby baby
Biggy biggy, I'll be on you like your tight blue jeans, you're turning me on
Your shorty of my dreams cause you're da bomb, you're da bomb baby yeah
You're da bomb. bomb biggy bomb a baby babe biggy biggy

Girl I wanna show you off that everybody peeps your style I'm gonna
Treat you like a queen cause girl you know you fly

And we roll, roll, it's all I eyes on you, you've got me open and I got
It good ohhh you're da bomb

It's cool like that, that all homies wanna get with ya, can't nobody
Take ya from me, cause your mine o mine o mine

And we roll, roll, it's all I eyes on you, you've got me open and I got
It good ohhh you're da bomb

I wanna sport you like a lexus coop I wanna make you my boo 'cause
You're da bomb, you're da bomb, yeah you're da bomb bomb biggy bomb baby baby
Biggy biggy, I'll be on you like your tight blue jeans, you're turning me on
Your shorty of my dreams cause you're da bomb, you're da bomb baby yeah
You're da bomb. bomb biggy bomb a baby babe biggy biggy

Let it flow yes you know I'm feeling, feeling it, I think I'm gonna
Get dippin it, dippin it, don't stop don't stop the groove I like the way
It's going down going down down baby

Just call me and I'm glad to be, be with you, all the things you
Asking of me and that can be no doubt that I'll always be your friend now
Until the very end

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I wanna sport you like a lexus coop I wanna make you my boo 'cause
You're da bomb, you're da bomb, yeah you're da bomb bomb biggy bomb baby baby
Biggy biggy, I'll be on you like your tight blue jeans, you're turning me on
Your shorty of my dreams cause you're da bomb, you're da bomb baby yeah
You're da bomb. bomb biggy bomb a baby babe biggy biggy

I wanna sport you like a lexus coop I wanna make you my boo 'cause
You're da bomb, you're da bomb, yeah you're da bomb bomb biggy bomb baby baby
Biggy biggy, I'll be on you like your tight blue jeans, you're turning me on
Your shorty of my dreams cause you're da bomb, you're da bomb baby yeah
You're da bomb. bomb biggy bomb a baby babe biggy biggy

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Do It 2 Me - Lyrics - 20 Y.O. - Janet Jackson

Title: Do It 2 Me
Album: 20 Y.O.
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Brenda Gordon Russell, Jermaine Dupri, Johnta M. Austin

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Lyric:
Now can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me?
Can you, can you, can you lean wit it, rock wit me?
Can you, can you, can you do it, do it, do it wit me?
Can you, can you, can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me?
Come on

It ain't that often, I do get lonely
I need someone who can pull through
Not anybody when I, I need a solid
My first and only call is to you

Time after time babe, throughout my life
It's better 'cause ya never have let me down
I need ya'll all night, baby
You know 'bout make it alright

So come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

I need a little slow motion now
I need you to do it 2 me, do it 2 me
Just a little bit faster now
Ooh, do it 2 me, do it 2 me

There are no boundaries
To what we'll do

Now that I've laid the foundation
You don't need my direction
Just give me that affection
You know how to serve it

Turn up the music
To drown out the screams
If you still hear me
Baby, work it out

Don't let it go, don't let it go, don't let it go
You're the bomb I'm 'bout to let it go
I need ya'll all night, baby
You know 'bout make it alright

So come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

Now won't you move it in a circle now?
Come on and do it 2 me, do it 2me
A little back an' forth action now
Ooh, do it 2 me, do it 2 me

Come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

Go a little bit deeper
Ooh, do it 2 me, do it 2 me
And give me everything you got now
Come on and do it 2 me, do it 2 me

With you it's whatever your pleasure is
To give me pleasure
That's why I call on you

So come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

I need a little bit more
Come on and do it 2 me, do it 2 me
Ooh, take it like it's yours
Ow, do it 2 me, do it 2 me

Come do your job tonight
You got me hot tonight
Watch wat'cha doing
We ain't moving till you get it right

Come on and handle this
Skip all that hit or miss
If you gon' do it take ya time
So you can do it 2 me right

Do it 2 me
With you it's whatever your pleasure is
To give me pleasure
That's why I call on you

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A Gangster And A Gentleman - Lyrics - Styles

Title: A Gangster And A Gentleman
Artist: Styles
Composer(s): D Styles, A Maman

Lyric:
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
And have me and crone their dreams

By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary
My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts

By the time I was nine, I was outta my mind
My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind
Ten and eleven the same I never would change
He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga

Still wearin' skippys
Bob had Adidas and Pumas, I could a had a pair
My mommy said, wait 'til Christmas but I needed 'em sooner
If you heard I was broke dawg it wasn't a rumor

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

It was 1986 and I was twelve years old
That's right around the time when crack came out
It was the best thing that happened to me
I swear to God 'cause I was gettin' everything that I was askin' about

First we started off bangin' up, me and golf
Then shit start addin' up, we gettin' smart
Now we on Broadway, coppin' our own bench
Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle

Drink a old ease grem like it wasn't tomorrow
I'm gettin' kicked out of Junior High, thinkin' I'm grown
God bust with the yellow rabbit
And I had every color dealt we was gettin' it on

I was out robbin' Mexicans six in the morn'
Mom said, I'd had to ep again, rip it I'm gone
Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome
Bump me up worst when I went to the group home

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

I'm leavin' out a lotta shit, nigga it's too real
My alcoholic back round, the welfare motels
Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit
How the fuck I'm gon bomb wit you

And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight
My niggas I can't name, outta state, my niggas fuck with weight
Little brother gone but I got a baby angel
You fuckin' with a dirty name, don't let these niggas change you

The present's what you get
And the past is what make the man future
I can't tell you I ain't God or lil' Superman
No there ain't a S on my chest, but it's a D on my block
(D block)
And said life the deepest lesson is death

I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rest
I'm a gangsta and a gentleman, Panero the best
When I pass I'm like gas, motherfuckers
'Cause I'm a leave a stain that you'll never forget

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

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Loosen Up - Lyrics - Winger

Title: Loosen Up
Artist: Winger
Composer(s): Rod Morgenstein, Kip Winger, Reb Beach, Paul Taylor

Lyric:
Are you ready

I said, "I've had enough, got to get away"
It's about that time got to get away
Get a little closer to a fast car
Get away from the grind it's about that time

Every damn day we're under pressure
About to lose it, lose my mind

I need to loosen up, loosen up
I need a little juicin' up
I've been hangin' from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
Come on everybody loosen up

I need it fast I'm in need of the buzz
When we're all together I'm in need of the buzz
Like a time bomb I'm about to explode
We've got to come together before I blow

I'm spendin' too many days under pressure
About to lose it, lose my mind

I need to loosen up, loosen up
I said, "I need a little juicin' up"
I've been hangin' from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
Come on everybody loosen up, loosen up

Every damn day we're under pressure
About to lose it, lose my mind

I need to loosen up, loosen up
I need a little juicin' up
Get into your body, it's time to start a party
Come on everybody loosen up

I need to loosen up, loosen up
I need a little juicin' up
Hangin' from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
Come on everybody loosen up, loosen up, loosen up

Everybody, everybody loosen up

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Quills - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: Quills
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Emmanuel Riggins, Tarik Trotter, Ahmir K Thompson, Martin Jackson, O'Duff Tarik Collins, Andrew Connell, Corinne Dewewry, Karriem Riggins

Lyric:
Yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh

Don't stop tonight
(Uhh, don't stop yo)
(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)
You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah
(Give it everything you got, yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride
(It's time to ride, ride, ride)

Yo, piss in the staircase, blood on the pavement
I fill the quills with it, let it spill on the pages
Compose another anthem for the killers and manglers
Villains and wranglers, fifth still in the chamber

Shit, I'm scientific, but my reflex's gangsta
Pull outrageous arms from the floor of the basement
Then bust 'nuff talons, if my people's in danger
I'm Larry Davis, duckin' helicopter, hoverin' government agents

We muscle the language, what we spit
Will leave your shit in utter amazement
I'm hot brolic call it contagious, the shit, The Roots started
Got these other artists going through changes

My vision is the strangest, the rhythm is anguish
Y'all niggaz on the titty in your formative stages
Is something in the iris and the way I spit
That tell these other crab rappers, I ain't fo' no shit

Black traumatic, so there you have it
My battin' average, abort full of graphic assault, it's all classic
Though, put ass backwards, rappers in a small package
Experience is all that is, I'm well established

Me and the mic in holy matrimony like a marriage
The technique in your reach, if only you could have it
For me, it's automatic, it's natural, I'm mad thorough
Poet for hired pack metal, you feel me?

Don't stop tonight
(Uhh, don't stop yo)
(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo, hah)
You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah
(Give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride
(It's time to ride, ride, ride)

Yo, the load heavy, we walk around a little edgy
All ready and steady, withdrawal like Darryl Strawberry, it figures
Niggaz mad from them ghetto sandwiches and swine
Cryin' hard times, disadvantageous, man listen

The story in the ghetto, the same
Seem like it's just some things that never will change
Give birth to a style and won't give it a name
Talk 'bout consciousness, it's a different thing

Envision again, the honorable 'Riq, General Hannibal speak
The understandable diabolique, animal style
Out of your dreams, kids, you're proud that you've seen this
Fifth supreme linguist, a lyrical genius

Inject you with the broke down English
The most freshest and cleanest, three G's, guess what the fame is?
Kareem beat's makin' me fiendish
Don't act shaky and squeamish, if you real make me believe it, nigga

Don't stop tonight
(Uhh, don't stop yo)
(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah
(C'mon, give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride
(It's time to ride, ride, ride)

Yo, the rebel Che Guevara, you felt another date
You better don't copped off, create it just saved your cheddar
I hit the studio with a pen and a vendetta
Sippin' an ice cold Beck, huffin' the tenth letter

Driftin', shots lickin' while the plot thickens
Sands in the hourglass thinnin', the last inning
The flash and the cash and the fast women
It's nothing, a lust for a crab, keep the passion in it

Blow, kissin' my tablet with firing pins
Poke holes in the plastic for oxygen
MCs jumpin' out shoes and socks again
Must have seen their face in the news, it's gots to been

Hella, thought known as the cure for cancer
Same corrupt city as Mumia the Panther
Man to man, hammer cocked, blocked and standoff
Bang, gunfire slang up in the dance hall

Yo, I hold the mic that could be thrown as a pipe bomb
Bring it just to sling it at your favorite icon
Think about my music, is it ain't shit like y'all?
Though, diesel like a twenty-eight inch python

You know, what I was sayin'?
When I'm on the mic, there won't be no delayin'

Don't stop tonight
(Uhh, don't stop yo)
(Cheeba cheeba yo, soul shock yo)
You know it's [Incomprehensible] day, yeah
(C'mon, give it everything you got yo)
(Once again it's time, it's time)
It's time to ride
(It's time to ride, ride, ride)

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Time In Babylon - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Time In Babylon
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Jill Cunniff, Emmylou Harris

Lyric:
Five-lane highway, danger zone
SUV and a speaker phone
You need that chrome to get you home
Doin' time in Babylon
Cluster mansion on the hill
Another day in Pleasant ville
You don't like it, take a pill
Doin' time in Babylon

In the land of the proud and free
You can sell your soul and your dignity
For fifteen minutes on TV
Doin' time in Babylon
So suck the fat, cut the bone
Fill it up with silicone
And everybody must get cloned
Doin' time in Babylon

Little boy blue come blow your horn
The crows are in the corn
The morning sky is red and falling down
The piper's at the till, he's coming for the kill
Luring all our children under-ground in Babylon

We came from apple pie and mom
Through civil rights and ban the bomb
To Watergate and Vietnam
Hard times in Babylon
Rallied round the megaphone
Gave it up, just got stoned
Now it's Prada, Gucci and Ferron
Doin' time in Babylon

Little boy blue come blow your horn
The crows are in the corn
The morning sky is red and falling down
The piper's at the till, he's coming for the kill
Luring all our children under-ground in Babylon

Get results, get 'em fast
We're ready if you got the cash
Someone else will be laughin' last
Doin' time in Babylon
So put that conscience on the shelf
Keep the best stuff for yourself
And let the rest fight over what is left
Doin' time in Babylon

Little boy blue come blow your horn
The crows are in the corn
The morning sky is red and falling down
Let your song of healing spark a way out of this dark
Lead us to a higher and a holy ground

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Gravity Well - Lyrics - Monster Magnet

Title: Gravity Well
Artist: Monster Magnet
Composer(s): Dave Wyndorf

Lyric:
The mountain's coming
He's walking down your street
The mountain's coming
He's got wings on his feet

There's two suns in the sky today
And one's at your door
When you feed the mountain
He's gonna feed you some more

And then you know, know, know, know, know, know
No time for Heaven or Hell
Just try to understand each other, baby
Down in the gravity well

Diablo's coming
He's gonna slap your face
He's gonna feed you shit for breakfast
He's gonna ask how it tastes

He's a little punk
And he loves when he wins
He wants you chubby
So he can make you thin

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No time for Heaven or Hell
Let's just try to understand each other, baby
Down in that gravity well

Oh baby, let's go!

You're a little time bomb
You sure love your game
Your imagination is gonna
Drive me insane

I'm gonna join your circus
I'm gonna catch your train
You're making my cock like a pistol on my side, baby
Upside your brain

Know, know, know, know, know, know
There's no time for Heaven or Hell
Do you understand me?
Let's try to understand each other, baby
Down in that gravity well

Let's try to understand each other, baby
Down in the gravity well

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Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply) - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Intro/Bomb First (My Second Reply)
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Darryl V. Harper, Tupac Amaru Shakur

Lyric:
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement

Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row records as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
are understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment
But released this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?

Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground

These niggaz is still fuckin' talkin'?
You nigga still breathin'?
Fuckin' roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid on you

All day
You punk muthafuckas
The shit nigga
Killuminati Style
Makaveli the Don
Solo shit

Bring It

Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran

Niggas get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans

Pistol closing hands
Swollen Pockets
Let me introduce the topic
Then we drop it

Expose Snakes 'cuz they breath freely
See me ride
Located world wide
Like the art of graffiti

I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is shitty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me

Looking for trouble
Right behind me
My outlaw niggas
Down to die for me

Naw what I mean

I hit the scene
Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare
I'm right there
My every word

A fucking night mare
Getting high
Let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs

Down to die for yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in 'em

Cut 'em Down
To hell is where we send them
My whole team
Trying to explode

Rather die
Murder muthafuckas lyrically
And I'm not gonna cry
Me

A born leader
Never leave the block
without my heater
Two big pitts
I call them Mobb bitch

Nigga eaters
And I won't whimper till I'm gone
Thug Life
Running through my veins
So I'm strong

Ha ha ha

Bye, bye, bye
Lets get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggas
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa

Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep
Nigga when I find you
Weak muthafuckas don't deserve to breathe
How many niggas down to die for me

Yeah, yeah

West Coast Ridaz
Comin' right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I wont rest till my Row Doggs free
Bomb First

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

For so many days and some many ways
We've been duckin' strays
Hate to live us
But we still some Bad Boy Killas

Got nothin' to lose, got no where to go
I only got one home see me stranded on Death Row
With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
and I be a soldier on a mission, suptitude

But you'll never do
That's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I leave this bitch, I'm dyin' with choice

Kamikaze sicker than a mothafuckin' Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain't in this rap game
For the mothafuckin'' cash man

Then what is ya mothafuckin'' purpose
None for service
Idi Amin born worthless
That's until the day I decided to bomb first bitch

Young Noble

Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rocket patent leather
Cause a massive terror
Ya'll niggas lack, you ain't terrel

Half rapper half drug kingpen
Yer tellin' fairy tales son
Kickin' New York like you the mothafuckin'' one
But I'm from Jers we don't play that shit

From the Claire down to North Bricks
All my niggas flippin' chips
Gettin' rich
Even though it's hard

Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by [unverified]
With no warning signs cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time

Shoot first, look at there head burst bleedin'
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We didn't even come to hurt nobody tonight, tonight
(Hurt nobody)
But it's my life or your life
And I'm a bomb first

We Bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's and Thug niggas on tha rise
Plan-plot-strategize
And bomb first

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Shut 'Em Down - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Ll Cool J

Title: Shut 'Em Down
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): G Spivey, J.T. Smith

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Lyric:
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while I'm holdin' my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
Evolutionary flows, y'all want more dough

Make wit the best, get the best, all the rest hit 'em less
Rip a nigga from the East to the West
Just a lyrical maze, lyrical days
God works in mysterious ways

I'm the warlord of war, relieve the raw dog
Niggas ain't even comin' close to my low score
Niggas fleein' when I'm rippin' on the hard core beat
That's slammin' through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back

Nigga L never got rip by a track
I don't fuck around, always come back
For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back
Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm

A time-bomb blowin' up ring the alarm
Cool double O flow well to the LL
I'm leave the world looking hard as hell

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

To the next plateau niggas bet my flow
Betta bet I role wit more control
Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete
Spit razors to rip the beat

Relentless, endless, friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack
Now, off my back, stack 'em, drag 'em, now, feds waggin'
Hear you fassen, place on the blood of my veins without passion
Mashin', take a little time to think the rhyme out

How to find out, bump and grind out, pump the lines out
I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt
C to the double O, bounce in the bubble eye Limo
No, I ain't checkin' for you bull shit demo
Every time you hear me in a battle I'm lethal
Nigga too sweet n' low you ain't equal

I shut 'em down, I shut 'em down
I shut 'em down, I shut 'em down
I shut 'em down, I shut 'em down
I shut 'em down, I shut 'em down

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I can take you to the level if I let my phantom
Nigga 'bout to rule the world wit one anthem
Kidnapped rap for a handsome ransom
Smoke a little Branson on the side of the mansion

Keep it thugged out even when a nigga dancing
Branson make that trans and keep it dancing
I'ma murder every nigga in the game
Can't stand the rain, fuck a maintain

Gotta leave the world in flames
Nigga wanna live life stay out of my lanes
Tryin' to read my name
Here's a murderous combo wit you on your pain

Sideways stimulator bringin' the flames
Niggas wanna feel me, spit the whole clips
Sing along it will split your lip
45 wit an name on the grip
Niggas said, "You wanna battle?" Nigga now talk shit

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)
I shut 'em down
(Get off me, you can't hold me)

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Bomb First - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Bomb First
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Rufus Lee Cooper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mutah W. Beale, Darryl V. Harper

Lyric:
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement

Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row Records as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G. and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from 'Hawaiian Sophie' fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is why'd they get
This nigga started? Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available
For comment but released this statement

It's not about East or West
It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money
Riders and punks, which side are you on?

These niggaz is still fucking talking?
You niggaz still breathing? Fucking roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid for your cockroaches
(All day, everyday)

It's the raid for you punk motherfuckers
(The pump in yo' ass)
This is it nigga, Killuminati style
(Outlaw lifestyle)
Makaveli the Don, solo shit, bring it

Allow me to introduce first, Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the Holy Qu'Ran
Niggaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival

Money making plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of Graffiti

I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty
Born on a dopefiend's titty, huh, in every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggaz down to die for me, knahmean?

I hit the scene niggaz ducking from my guillotine stare
I'm right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours

Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gon' cry

Me, a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life running through my veins so I'm strong

Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you

Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
How many niggaz down to die for me? Yeah yeah
West coast ridah, coming right behind ya
Should've never fucked wit me
I want money hoes sex and weed
I won't rest till my road dawgs free, bomb first

We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight
But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma bomb first

We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
We ain't even come to fight tonight
But it's my life or yo' life and I'ma bomb first

For so many days and some many ways we've been ducking strays
They delivers but we still some Bad Boy killers
Got nothing to lose, I gots no where to go
I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row

With Outlawz, it's Makaveli, be the general
And I be a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you'll never do and that's ride for the 'cause
Yes, I'll die for the cause

Ya, best believe if I'ma leave this bitch, yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a muh'fucking Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made Paparazzi
If you ain't in this rap game, for the motherfucking cash mayne

Then what is your motherfucking purpose?
None can serve us
E.D.I. Amin born worthless
That's until the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch

Come on, bring it, we'll stick with it
Come on, bring it

Your style wack as ever, like you was rocking patent leather
Causing massive terror, y'all niggaz lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper half drug kingpin, yer telling fairy tales dunn
'King of New York', like you the motherfucking one?

But I'm from Jerz and we don't play that shit
From the Claire down to North Bricks, all my niggaz flipping chips
Getting rich, even though it's hard
Trying to creep through these halls and brawls

Without scarred by a revolv' with no warning signs
'Cause yo my man took five
Now, I'm the young one with the nine
Ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at they head burst bleeding
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me

We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize and bomb first

We, bomb first when we ride
Please, reconsider 'fo you die
G's, and thug niggaz on the rise
Plan-plot-strategize and bomb first

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3 Time Felons - Lyrics - Bow Down - Westside Connection

Title: 3 Time Felons
Album: Bow Down
Artist: Westside Connection
Composer(s): William Calhoun, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison, Stephen William Anderson, O'Shea Jackson

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Lyric:
What would you do
If I punked your whole crew?
Would you run like a bitch from me?
Niggaz don't test 'coz we come from the west
Yes, the W-S to the C Westside

Westside niggaz
Fuck everybody that used to be down
That ain't down no mo'
Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side
Y'all don't know how we puts it down
Trick ass motherfuckers

Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin', I'm bellin'
With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin'?
Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin'
Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is
A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor
Catch a tumor, you say I'm dickin' my consumer
Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence
With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance
Tonight I'm buzzin', thought I wasn't
Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins
Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes
A nigga likes your motherfuckin' Nikes

I shift gears when I see tears
Fuck a record, fuck a movie, I rack my uzi
On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me
We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry
I did a lick well, I'm in a thick cell
Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails
And when I hear Westside Connection
I get the fuckin' erection

So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons

Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off

I gots to handle mines, so I grinds
Real O.G. parolle, throw the woop on the quarter key
Ain't been out but a minute, nigga, in it, to win it
'Coz a five year joke leave yo stack dented
Got my pockets back swollen, motorola holdin'
A nigga got the whole hood rollin'
BG's get you what you want when you need it
I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated
Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot
Niggaz callin' Mack's spot, jackpot, the crack spot

Got the double up bomb can't wait
So won't you bounce rock skate to where the cluckers hibernate
Where we livin' like stars, switchin' cars like they leases
Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces
While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus
Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English
So, nigga, what you wanna, bet on a set full of vet lick hitters
And, ain't a crew that can get with us
It's west coast, the most, I be yellin'
Nigga, Mack 10 bellin' as a three time felon

Fuck what you sayin', and fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Fool, fuck what you sayin', and fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons

Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off

Let it rain, let it drip
Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips
Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger
Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz
'Coz ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin' heaters
Causing tragedy, tearing off your whole chest cavity
Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters
Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers

Lenny wanna kill me 'coz I got 'em all scared of this
Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist
Stickering my tapes, hoping that they can silence me
'Coz I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society
But ain't no stopping this westside click
So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick
'Coz I'm punking mo' niggaz than Deebo
Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo

Nigga, fuck what you sayin', fuck who you tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons
Fuck what your sayin', and fuck who your tellin'
I'm only bellin' with some three time felons

Rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off
Westside rollin' till the wheels fall off
A nigga rollin' till the wheels fall off

West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off

West coast till the casket drop
Rollin' till the wheels fall off
West coast till the casket drop
Westside, rollin' till the wheels fall off

Yeah, time is runnin' out niggaros and nigga hoes
All W's must be true
Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang
W S C G, bonafied and worldwide
When you see Ice Cube, throw up the W
When you see Mack 10, throw up the W
When you see W.C., throw up the W
When you see Crazy Tunes, throw up the W
When you see K-Dee, throw up the W
When you see The Comrades, throw up the W
All Frum Tha I, throw up the W
Westside till I die, what you thinkin' of?
And y'all bitches can throw it up too

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Jersey Yo! - Lyrics - Redman

Title: Jersey Yo!
Artist: Redman
Composer(s): Betty Mabry, O'Shea Jackson, Reggie Noble, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, yo
Haha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do'
("Who is it?")
Haha, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
(Oh)

I heard them niggaz in the Bricks get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in Brooklyn get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz all Uptown get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in Queens get smoked a lot
(Yo, yo, yo)

I smoke your budha to the last drop like I was Maxwell
If blunts came in degrees, call me a black-belt
I'm worldwide chinky, Hun-Tao with chrome inky's
Chicken ridin' shortie and she boost all her dinky

This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs
If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged
P.P.P smoked your weed, ain't nobody around
You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out now

I do a lot of stupid shit when I be smokin'
One time I left my truck runnin' in Brooklyn wide open
I forget who I call, ask for Nia and it's Tonya
("Hello, can I talk to Nia? Nia? Oh shit")
Click over
("Whassup bitch?""Oh, hi momma")

Yo, when I'm on stage rhymin' I forget what state that I'm in
The bitches numbers I lost, my baby momma find 'em
I played the lottery, forty million that day
I probably won the motherfucker but I forgot that I played
(Yo, yo, yo)

Once upon a time up in Jersey, yo
Ha-ha I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do'
("Who is it?")
Hah, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
(Oh, motherfucker)

I heard them niggaz up in Cali get smoked a lot
All them niggaz in Atlanta get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Virginia get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Rhode Island get smoked a lot
(Yo,yo, yo)

When I get high I start throwin water in the crowd
Battle MC's off the top, slaughterin' a child
Detroit call it Ganz, Miami call it Krip
No matter what you call it, it be peelin' back my shit

Ay-yo Cali niggaz got bomb, shit that same bomb
Made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattooed on my arm
I misplace my Lex keys every time I be zee'd up
I was caught puttin' Christmas trees up, and it was Easter

Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight?
Knowin' y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight
Yo, however the plan go, close the Caravan do'
So, we can all die and get high off of secondhand smoke

Brick City got the Pep, empty out your Black N' Milds
Smokin' the L with Doc earn frequent flyin' miles
I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in
I need to go to E.O. rehab and sign my stankin' ass in
(Yo, yo, yo)

Once upon a time up in Jersey, yo
Ah-hah, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do'
("Who is it?")
Yo, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
(You here)

I heard them niggaz in the Bronx get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz up in Yonkers get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in China-Town get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Detroit get smoked a lot
Lot, lot, lot, lot

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo motherfucker
Don't fuck around in the Bricks motherfucker
Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker
Nigga got so much backyard boogie over there

The seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah
Chicken heads'll rob you over there, motherfucker
Sucker ass motherfucker, get the fuck on out of here ha-ha
Yo light that shit here

"We gon' take you out on W, fuck all y'all radio"

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Break Ya Neck - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Break Ya Neck
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Mike Elizondo, John Frusciante, Michael Balzary, Chad Smith, Trevor Smith, Scott Storch, Andre Young, Anthony Kiedis

Lyric:
Yea, check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is
Is nod your fuckin' head, yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin' neck, bitches
Yeah, yeah, here we go now

Where we goin' now? Where we goin' now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away, now
Give it away, give it away, give it away, now
Just give it away, nigga, yeah, here we go, now

Tell me wat'chu really wanna do?
(Come here, ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga
From the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me

The way you really try to put it on a God
Doin' it like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back and I break yo' neck
And the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on)
Come on
(Come on)
Oh yeah

Tell me where my niggas is at?
(Okay)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time
While I lock that down and I hit'cha wit that
(Wit what?)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop

Y'all niggas know every time I come through
This motherfucker, where we always takin' the ride
(So, let me blow this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin' it flop
The way we makin' it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop

Get money then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head
'Til you break your motherfuckin' head for me

Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets

So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga

Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck

Come along, now
(Let's put it down, nigga)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath
Y'all niggas all know how we do
When the way we bang niggas in the head
And we do it to death

(Reach for dem back woods)
That fire boy, you know we bakin' an ounce
I know you love the way we be givin' you the music
Makin' you bounce
Now, fuck it up just a little for my niggas

Every time we come through
Niggas know that we did it for y'all
And the way we do it for the people
Niggas know we always give it to y'all

I said bounce
(Come on)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin' along
Well, just bang this shit up in the truck
While you break yo' neck
Now, motherfucker try to figure my flow

See the way we come right through
(When we come right through!)
We be always blowin' the spot, again and again
And make a nigga really wanna stop

Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps
All my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers, nigga
You know you better keep yo' boots on

All my niggas in the place
Wave your hands high now and the way we put it down
Make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?

Just place your bet and put'cha money
Where ya mouth is
All my niggas in the street
Just break yo' neck and keep on bouncin'

Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets

So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga

Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck

Here we go and you know every time
Busta-Bus be holdin' the fort
My nigga, watch how we shuttin' it down
The way we put it on, comin' through like a steamroller

Me and Dre, nigga, ain't no fuckin' around
My nigga, yeah whattup?
(What?)
Me and my team got a link
'Cuz you know we stay choppin' it up
And when get up in the club

Or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin' it up
And we get a little and we get a little
(High, drunk)
And we get a little
(Crunk, come on)

Lemme give y'all niggas some shit
That'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk
(Come on)
Get money then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head
'Til you break yo' motherfuckin' neck for me

Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets

So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga

Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck

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