Computer World - Lyrics - Minimum-Maximum - Kraftwerk

Title: Computer World
Album: Minimum-Maximum
Artist: Kraftwerk
Composer(s): Karl Bartos, Floria Schneider Esleben, Emil Schult, Ralf Huetter

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Lyric:
Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard
Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard

Business, numbers, money, people
Business, numbers, money, people

Computer world
Computer world

Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard
Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard

Business, numbers, money, people
Business, numbers, money, people

Computer world
Computer world

Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard
Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard

Crime, travel, communication, entertainment
Crime, travel, communication, entertainment

Computer world
Computer world

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Autobahn - Lyrics - Minimum-Maximum - Kraftwerk

Title: Autobahn
Album: Minimum-Maximum
Artist: Kraftwerk
Composer(s): Ralf Huetter, Floria Schneider-Esleben, Emil Schult

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Lyric:
Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der autobahn
Vor uns liegt ein weites tal
Die sonne scheint mit glitzerstrahl
Die fahrbahn ist ein graues band

Weisse streifen, gruener rand
Jetzt schalten wir das radio an
Aus dem lautsprecher klingt es dann
Wir fahr'n auf der autobahn

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Pocket Calculator - Lyrics - Minimum-Maximum - Kraftwerk

Title: Pocket Calculator
Album: Minimum-Maximum
Artist: Kraftwerk
Composer(s): Karl Bartos, Emil Schult, Ralf Huetter

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Lyric:
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator

I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator

I am adding
And subtracting
I'm controlling
And composing

I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator

I am adding
And subtracting
I'm controlling
And composing

By pressing down a special key
It plays a little melody
By pressing down a special key
It plays a little melody

I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator

I am adding
And subtracting
I'm controlling
And composing

By pressing down a special key
It plays a little melody
By pressing down a special key
It plays a little melody

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Numbers - Lyrics - Minimum-Maximum - Kraftwerk

Title: Numbers
Album: Minimum-Maximum
Artist: Kraftwerk
Composer(s): Karl Bartos, Floria Schneider Esleben, Ralf Huetter

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Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
I don't wanna be a number
Just like being a prisoner
I just wanna stay free
Don't wanna be a number three

Oh, I don't wanna be a 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Signing on the dot
Got my name on the form
Thought I had it made
They treat you just insane

Oh, I don't wanna be no 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
You are just a number
And I ain't got a name
You are just a number
And I ain't got a name

Sitting in a prison cell
Numbers on the chest
Age is just a number
Mummy does know best

Oh, I don't wanna be no 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
You are just a number
And I ain't got a name
You are just a number
And I ain't got a name

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
I don't wanna be a number
Just like being a prisoner
I just wanna stay free
Don't wanna be a number three

Oh, I don't wanna be no 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
You are just a number
And I ain't got a name
You are just a number
And I ain't got a name
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

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Vitamin - Lyrics - Minimum-Maximum - Kraftwerk

Title: Vitamin
Album: Minimum-Maximum
Artist: Kraftwerk
Composer(s): Ralf Huetter, Floria Schneider-Esleben, Fritz Hilpert

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Lyric:
Kalium, kalzium
Eisen, magnesium
Carbohydrate, protein
A, B, C, D Vitamin

Adrenalin, endorphin
Elektrolyte co-enzyme
Carbohydrate, protein
A, B, C, D Vitamin

Mineral, biotin
Zinc, Selen, L-carnitin
Carbohydrate, protein
A, B, C, D Vitamin

Kalium, kalzium
Eisen, Magnesium
Carbohydrate, protein
A, B, C, D Vitamin

Adrenalin, endorphin
Elektrolyte co-enzyme
Carbohydrate, protein
A, B, C, D Vitamin

Mineral, biotin
Zinc, Selen, L-carnitin
Carbohydrate, protein
A, B, C, D Vitamin

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Radioactivity - Lyrics - Minimum-Maximum - Kraftwerk

Title: Radioactivity
Album: Minimum-Maximum
Artist: Kraftwerk
Composer(s): F Schneider, R Hutter

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Lyric:
Tschernobyl, Harrisburgh
Sellafield, Hiroshima
Tschernobyl, Harrisburgh
Sellafield, Hiroshima

Stop radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me
Stop radioactivity
Discovered by Madame Curie

Chain reaction and mutation
Contaminated population
Stop radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me

Radioactivity
Radioactivity

Tschernobyl, Harrisburgh
Sellafield, Hiroshima
Tschernobyl, Harrisburgh
Sellafield, Hiroshima

Stop radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me
Stop radioactivity
Discovered by Madame Curie

Chain reaction and mutation
Contaminated population
Stop radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me

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Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate The Positive - Lyrics - Bing Crosby

Title: Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate The Positive
Artist: Bing Crosby
Composer(s): Harold Arlen, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
You've got to accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between

You've got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to the minimum
Have faith or pandemonium
Liable to walk upon the scene

To illustrate his last remark
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they do
Just when everything looked so dark

Man, they said we better, accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between
No, do not mess with Mister In-Between
Do you hear me?

Oh, listen to me children and-a you will hear
About the elininatin' of the negative
And the accent on the positive
And gather 'round me children if you're willin'
And sit tight while I start reviewin'
The attitude of doin' right

You've gotta accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between

You've got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom, down to the minimum
Otherwise pandemonium
Liable to walk upon the scene

To illustrate my last remark
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they say
Say when everything looked so dark

Man, they said we better accentuate the positive
Eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mister In-Between
No, don't mess with Mister In-Between

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Hip-Hop (Remix) - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Hip-Hop (Remix)
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin, Andrew Mair, Vonkeli Williams

Lyric:
You are listening to the sounds of the RBGs
'Turn Off The Radio', tune your frequency
This is DPz nigga, 'Revolutionary But Gangsta', holla back

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Come again, break them chains, come on)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Break them chains, come on)

Who shot 2Pac? If we don't get them they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackas in the City Hall
We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
Nigga don't think these record deals
Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills

Because they not Emcees
Get a little bit a lovin' think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
Nigga all your records sound the same

I'm sick of that fake thug
R and B rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material, y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line and signed
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You rather have a Lexus? Or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer a necklace or freedom?

See a nigga like me don't playa hate
I just stay awake it's real hip hop
And it don't stop till we get
These crackers off out block
(C'mon)

We be DP RBG for life, 'Turn Off The Radio'
The revolution won't be televised
Turn off that bullshit
We be DP RBG for life, 'Turn Off The Radio'

One thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks take control of your brain
I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at? Rather attack and not react

Back to beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex drugs and rock 'n roll
Whether your projects' put on hold
In the real world, it's just people with ideas

They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world it's bigger
Than all these fake-ass records

When po' folks got the millions
And my sisters' disrespected
If you 'Check 1-2'
My word of advise to you is just relax

Just do what you got to do
If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, ryder, biter, flame-ignitor
Crowd-exciter, or you wanna just get high
Then just say it but then if you a liar-liar
Pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it, it's bigger than

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(We be DP RBG for life)
'Turn Off The Radio'
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(The revolution won't be televised)
Turn off that bullshit

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(We be DP RBG for life)
'Turn Off The Radio'
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(The revolution won't be televised)
'Turn Off The Radio'

My neck, my back
They put a noose on my neck
And whips on my back
My neck, my back
You got a tie around your neck
But they breakin' your back

My neck, my back
They put a noose on my neck
And whips on my back
My neck, my back
And if you got bling on your neck
You better watch your back

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Nigga it's bigga then)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(It's still bigga then)

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
(Nigga it's bigga then)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
'Turn Off The Radio'

Word up, eyes open, fist clenched
Dare to struggle dare to win
Goin' out to all the ryders
RBG love, that's 'Revolutionary But Gangsta'

Word up, my whole team, D-Don
([Unverified])
Stik Daddy Dollas, maintain hold strong
Fred Hampton, Jr., we got they eyes on them
We know they got they eyes on you

Word up, everybody doin' time
Minimum, medium, maximum
Super maximum security concentration camps
All the ryders we right there with you
RBG love it's goin' out like that

Everybody, push that middle finger up in the air
To George Bush if you know what time it is
Yeah, turn off the motherfuckin' radio

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Something To Be Proud Of - Lyrics - You Do Your Thing - Montgomery Gentry

Title: Something To Be Proud Of
Album: You Do Your Thing
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Jeffrey Steele, Chris Wallin

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Lyric:
There's a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork everytime he see's an opening
In a conversation 'bout the way things use to be
I just roll my eyes and make a B-line for the door
I'd always end up starry eyes and cross legged on the floor
Hangin onto every word, man the things I heard

It was harder times and longer days
Five miles to school uphill both ways
We were cane switched raised and dirt floor poor
Course that was back before the war
Yeah your uncle and I made quit a pair
Flyin F-15's through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
He'd always stop right there and say

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
As your chins held high as the tears fall down
Gut sucked in, chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a flyin'
Or a new born baby cryin'
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's something to be proud of

Son graduatin' college, that was mommas dream
And I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned eighteen
That's when I got a fast car and think you got everything
I learned real quick those GTO's don't run on faith
I ended up broke down in some town north of L.A
Working maximum hours for minimum wage

I fell in love next thing I know
Babies came and the car got sold
Sure do miss that old hot rod
But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs
Dad I wonder if I ever let you down
If you're ashamed how I turned out
Well he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow
Said, "Let me tell you right now"

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
No need to make a million just be thankful to be workin'
If you're doin' what you're able
Puttin' food there on the table
And providing for the family that you love
That's something to be proud of

And before you ever really do is the best you can
Well you did it man

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
As your chin held high as the tears fall down
Gut sucked in, chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a flyin'
Or a new born baby cryin'
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's something to be proud of

That's something to be proud of
That's something to be proud of
That's something to be proud of
Now it's something to be proud of

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Highway Robbery - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Highway Robbery
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): S Ansari, Gary Grice

Lyric:
An MC stepped to me, lying about one
Kid that rolled with him, who died in the outcome
Thinking he could get with me, gain victory
When the season's all on his beef was hickory

The situation at hand still remained critical
The check analytical, reaction was pitiful
He pushed his pawn up, yo, that's a wrong move
A hog move, some rap cat on dog food

Microphone competition, we devour
You pull plugs but take no source of power
'Cause then in MCing, the contours of the land
Intricate architects, that's linked to a plan

The W U hyphen T A N G
My rap flow automatic and never empty
Don't tempt me, quick to bust off another
Flee in that direction, you could get it from my brother

At least then you know that you up against G O D
So when we throw those grenades you better be
Ready, not iced out and petty
Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty

That's ran by the icon who just left Exxon
And spilled oil so he could cash checks on
The strength cause local niggas be hating
But the sound still travels from state to state and

No dress code, boot, hats and all metal
Strictly hip hop, underground and all ghetto
So catch it, throw it on your plate and scratch it
Mix that shit, y'all niggas can't do shit

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

How come so much rap shit sound so similar?
Is it confusing for you to remember the
Originator, paint sprayer, crafts innovators
Quick close ups of the artform's life savors?

From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats
Speaking of tracks, I've ran plenty laps
The crates were packed, Farms were Phat
Thieves would chat to stab my back, detect many traps

Hazardous enterprise, the youths energized
Not seeing the truth till it's in your eyes
Burning, you learning to power your rhyme
Exert maximum damage in minimum time

Road L's are lit, my spears start to hit
Strange translation of words of wit
Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit
Unlock the secret of prophecies and that's it

Stay submerged deep as we cruise the seas
Beneath the surface just like Adidas and Lee's
Or a croke head that used to walked the length
From Brooklyn to get a beat on 43rd and 10th

And that's just a short trip to flip without a whip
Tried to shop this most extravagant gift
To a cat who wasn't hemped and never opened doors
Till he accidentally seen it on the shelves of stores

That's more frightening than strikes of lightning
Tearing up the storm in your average college dorm
So think about it when you trying to flow
When you wanna step to us I think you should know

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
True gangstas, we run New York City
We come fi takeover the industry
'Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we

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Nitro - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Nitro
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Eric T Sadler, Hank Shocklee, James Todd Smith, Phillip Escalante Wynn

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Lyric:
Check this, I excel, they fell, I said well, hell
L can yell or make 'em melt like gel
I signed the contracts that builds up stacks
Play the wall or fall I stand tall you're small

In fact step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact will distract
Your attention away, from the rest who say

They can mess with Cool J the best of to-day
You're best 'cause the rhymes are so funky fresh
I'ma attack smack and make 'em stand back
Black strong as cognac I got the knack

To rhyme to the rhythm of this, and give 'em a gift
That's swift, other rappers are stiff and don't riff with
Mr. Smith, 'cause that ain't safe
I get you wide open like an uncut eighth

I write to fight, don't bite, to reach heights
The mic makes right, give me the spotlight
So I can prove the pen is mightier than the sword
LL hard as hell, the lyrical Lord

The counterfeit misfits that rap had to admit that
My rhymes are so dangerous, I need a permit to rap
Solo, on the microphone, MC's don't let me catch you alone
I'm nitro

Yo, I got the kick of a kettle drum, guaranteed to overcome
You're just a minimum, messin' with the maximum
And when I swung my tongue among the high strung
Young MC's, they all got done by the legend

Every second I'm wreckin'
Not a mistake you'll find, but you can keep checkin'
Out the sound you'll find that it's Genuine
Bet that you'll rewind this a thousand times

You can taste the bass like it's fillet-of-sole
I leave the microphone full of bullet holes
I drop the bomb like I'm in 'Nam and go beyond
The normal boundaries of too much harm to MC's

But as they say please I freeze
Rhymes like these kill like a disease
Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
Because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose

I kill rappers at random, I don't understand 'em
The ones I didn't get, are on a memorandum
Lines I recite are spontaneous
The nursery rhymes you write, are miscellaneous

So pass the crown, bow down and give in
I'm the Prince of Rap, that's how we livin'
Settin' milestones on the microphone
Empires are overthrown, and I ain't even baritone

No joke I spoke then God stroke
As Job tried to sweat the style and got soaked
Conquered and killed on the microphone
MC's don't let me catch you alone
LL's nitro, nitro

Yo, flammable like gasoline
Threatening like a guillotine
It's like a bad dream when you battle my team
I go to every extreme to make MC's scream

I'm clever, I last forever, we can do whatever
With whoever, whenever, I never
Ever got rocked, stopped or dropped
They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct

I'm so nice yo, flowin' with the maestro
Murderin' and hurtin' MC's because I'm nitro
The earthquakes'll kill snakes and fakes
You can't flake, you made a mistake, give me a break, thanks

Now that we're straight and that's clear
Watch all the big mouths dissapear
Disintegrate, deteriorate, fall
I demonstrate, and devastate you all

There's no doubt about the fact I turn it out, the wack
Be on the lookout, LL made a comeback
Full of power, I'ma devour, I stand tall as a tower, I won't allow a
MC to C-O-M-E, C-L-O-S-E
Play me long D-I-S-T-A-N-C-E, MC's
On the microphone, I'm nitro, nitro
Yo funky

I daze amaze faze blaze and beat 'em down
Nowadays they crave and praise, the funky sound I pound
Rhymes I write 'em in, recite 'em and then slide 'em in
Order to slaughter comp that start soon as I begin

Total domination, across the nation
Detestation, cut sensation, it's the invasion
Of L the Terrible, devastating rhymin' wiz
I cut through through do and chew, you know what time it is

Slick, I get off of kicks, vick your flick
Hard as bricks, rock ya sick over the mix
The LL C-O-O-L J period now you know bro
N-I-T-R-O yo go for what you know
Unless you're dumb 'cause yo I'm nitro
Glycerin, listenin' and takin' notes
Icin', enticin', and slicin' throats

Bad boy, funky
Bad boy, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky
Bad, bad

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Strange - Lyrics - The Worst - Tech N9ne

Title: Strange
Album: The Worst
Artist: Tech N9ne
Composer(s): Quincy D Iii Jones, Aaron Yates

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Lyric:
The strangest, straight derangest
Strange
(Strawn Jay)
Strange
Uh, Midwest side, hit that Bombay

Let's get it on, raps new phenomenon
Hit 'em up with the flippers and rupture your dome
Me calm down, never you say me song sound like butt
You say, I'm washed up? Nigga, what, what, what?

This is when I kick, kick it with this rhythmic syphilis
Fuck dem 9 rhymes, make 'em go blind every time
On that cannabis and it is not for the mini mind
But the mind of a gage high

On stage 'cause minimum wage had me in a maximum rage
Page masta scrap, the velosoraptor of rap
See me, come tight like a pig in a bikini
Please, all emcees know I be on my Q's and P's

Even Run D.M.C., I'm a deadly disease
High voltage, just take a look at the psychosis
Deranged, I claimed the man's plain atrocious
Flows be constant, I rock from here to Wisconsin
My killer flow makes me jerk my Johnson

He's strange and I like it
He's strange
(All day all night)
Just the way he is
(Uh, like this)

Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina
(Wassup?)
Why you so damn psycho?
(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby)
(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)

Mushroom headed keeps me prophetic
But that slow motion makes me see life like a movie
The Bombay brother with the ganja stick
It'll get you stuck if you let

Calm me, but no calming Aron Dante
Just call me the strange or strange Bombay
Distinguishing the kcuf from tihs
From hip hop comes this

Apocalypse got control of your hips
A, it's beautimous, hella rap metamorphosis
MC corpsesis around me
They found me jacuzzin' with my sorceresses

Fire up the Vega and get blowed
And roll to a spot with Biancs
Then bust hoes in their olds
So different they wanna kill me like they killed Bruce Lee

What? On the set, no shet
Saw my Bianc with bagets
Midwest flex flows, likes to sex those
Little wet flesh holes, insane brain frames
Never that plane Jane

He's strange and I like it
He's strange
(All day all night)
Just the way he is
(Uh, like this)

Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina
(Wassup?)
Why you so damn psycho?
(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby)
(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)

I can give myself a C-section
With a rusty jagged weapon
Bungee wit 100 feet of slack
In front of my kids with no discretion

Strange days like Juliet Lewis
And Angela Basset off in a casket
Trippin with the 9
Get your mind blown like a head gasket

Mizzery's in the house for the '99 shot
Futuristic ladies love me a whole whole lot
When demons try to do me Jew
They know they wicked

So I bust 'em if you ain't down with 3DQ
Who be you? Nina Tech, respect, Midwest Side
For life, grab a mic, and hurt you like a La' Bianca murder
The sound lab got my microchip screwed

Ah shit, malfunction back words, this, kcuf, uoy, mub, now I'm cool
Pain givers, slang spitters, hang niggas, insane figures
No shame aim triggas, lame brain splitters, vein slitter, gang critters
Dame hitters, Wayne livers, narcotical strange nigga

He's strange and I like it
He's strange
(All day all night)
Just the way he is
(Uh, like this)

Tecca Nina, Tecca Nina
(Wassup?)
Why you so damn psycho?
(Couldn't tell ya baby, I'm makin' rella baby, flippin' hella baby)
(Ask your nearest fortune teller, baby, strange)

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Cash Money Roll - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Cash Money Roll
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Mannie Fresh

Lyric:
Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics

I ain't even gotta tell you how Cash Money Roll
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control
'Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
Top of the line rides flying up and down the street

Any kind of car C.M.B boys could claim it
(Cash Money Boys)
Lexus's, Benz's, and Truck Motor Bikes you name it
Rollin' all the time gotta get my shine on
Right here got the nine and in my left the PrimeCo Phone

Rap dues I done paid it
I'm on a level that these niggaz can't fade it
Nigga I been hustlin' since twelve I done made it
Rappin' off nuthin' but Mannie Beats
(Mannie Fresh)

He the greatest, but wait hold up, you ain't heard the latest
Million dollar contract a 150 pages, not minimum
We makin' maximum wages
Let me tell you about bayou classic how we played it

We hit Canal so deep click so strong
(Canal Street)
Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome
The Hummer sound had 'em jumpin' in the Super Dome

We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan
We go shopping and spend 50 G's at the mall
But that hurt 'cause cash money go still ball
Until we fall

I ain't even gotta tell you how cash money roll
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control

I'm a baller, drive cars with big rims
Leather seats, sound bumpin' all in your ears
The dress code T-shirts, Ree's and Bauds
(Reebok Soldiers, Girbauds)
It's 98, my money stack it don't fold

I'm a livin' legend, havin' fire weed sessions
Hide your bitch 'cause I will have in my possession
I'm top notch, it ain't no secret I'm hot
You can spot, my Rolex watch from down the block

I don't talk shit if I ain't able to prove it
My wrist all bitch, especially in the dark bitch
I'm a young nigga, tru 2 da game nigga, fog
And play'n with a little change nigga, fog

Fuck with me I put a little over your brain
But fuck that I ride and let my chopper rang nigga
Since 97 I got a lil' thicker and taller
Chancin' 6 figgaz, I'm the Cash Money Baller

I ain't even gotta tell you how cash money roll
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control

I ain't even gotta tell you how cash money roll
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control

I ain't even gotta tell you how cash money roll
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control

Say B, I heard Cap had another baby
(Baby)
It's a lil' girl, pop the bottle let's celebrate
It's your second it's all good lay it down nigga
You hoe drove mutha fucker lay down nigga

You know I got a lil' Hot Girl to be
That's my world dawg she lookin' just like me
I'm straight out all the old money from my old habit
I'm spended that on ear rings with 10 karats

I got my lil' girl a Lexus for when she grow up
I flying from Tennessee to Texas trying to blow up
I need 10 G's a show for me to show up
And six weeks for me and my click to post up

We shining, wearing Rolex's that winding
Stacking money for days Nigga, big timing
Ducking hoes, shot callin', and ballin'
Keepin' it real, with my back against the wall'n

I ain't even gotta tell you how cash money roll
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control
I ain't even gotta tell you we ballin' outta control

I ain't even gotta tell you how cash money roll
'Cause it ain't no secret nigga we ballin' outta control

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