Packet Man [Worth A Packet Remix] - Lyrics - This Is An EP Release - Digital Underground

Title: Packet Man [Worth A Packet Remix]
Album: This Is An EP Release
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Gregory E Jacobs, Edward E Humphrey, Glenn La Monte Goins

Lyric:
Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets today?
Yo, B, don't be throwin' on my jacket, okay?
Cool, just trying to get your attention
So you can take a look at this invention
Now peep these, I got some more in my jacket
Man, what are these, condoms? Uh uh, sex packets
It's like a pill, you can either chew it up

Or like an alka-seltzer, dissolve it in a cup
And get this, see the girl on the cover?
You black out, and she becomes your lover
You're trippin' no, I'm serious, these are authentic
Yeah, well I don't take hallucinogenics
Wrong again, my man, this is way more real
But since you know everything, I'll make someone else a deal

Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man

Well now you got me curious, I'm kind thinkin bout buyin' it
Three for ten dollars, it can't hurt to try it
Well what exactly do I get? Read what it says, look at the picture
Bet it says Chinese girl, age 17, waist 24, hips 33
This one here says young black virgin, man this is crazy
I'm gonna have to splurge an get me a few of these things
How long do they last? Well it depends, let's see
These cheap ones here are ten minutes

But these are extra power, they last about a half an hour
And these here sell for bout 40 'cause you get two girls
Yeah it says orgy right, and if you're married, it's no big deal
You're not cheating at all, you're just poppin' a pill
And if your wife's got a headache and wants to hit the sack
It's cool, take a packet fool biochemically compacted sexual affection
Now here, take a look at my selection

Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man

Okay, I want these two boxes of three and give my Blondy here
And that one that says orgy and, by the way
I need something for my woman, sure, I got guy packets cool
Give me some of 'em, now let me tell you how to take it
Either sit of lie down and you really should be naked
Otherwise you're gonna mess up your clothes, know what I mean?
This is more then just a dream, it's very realistic and it's gonna
Blow your mind so be careful, only take one at a time and

Never take one behind the wheel, you'll black out and hit a pole
Cool, let's make the deal these are 40, these are 80, and this
One here is 10 just give me a hundred dollars, I'll call it even
But don't pull your money out yet, see there's one or two
Narcs in this area that sweat me over here, yeah, this looks
Kinda cool, 20, 40, 60, 80 a hundred, sh move, here's my number
In case you need to reach me again and remember
You need to be as safe as you can there's only one thing
Safer then using your hand dial that beeper number
And call the packet man

Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man

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Packet Man - Lyrics - Sex Packets - Digital Underground

Title: Packet Man
Album: Sex Packets
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Gregory E Jacobs, Edward E Humphrey, Glenn La Monte Goins

Lyric:
Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets today?
Yo, B, don't be throwin' on my jacket, okay?
Cool, just trying to get your attention
So you can take a look at this invention
Now peep these, I got some more in my jacket
Man, what are these, condoms? Uh uh, sex packets
It's like a pill, you can either chew it up

Or like an alka-seltzer, dissolve it in a cup
And get this, see the girl on the cover?
You black out, and she becomes your lover
You're trippin' no, I'm serious, these are authentic
Yeah, well I don't take hallucinogenics
Wrong again, my man, this is way more real
But since you know everything, I'll make someone else a deal

Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man

Well now you got me curious, I'm kind thinkin bout buyin' it
Three for ten dollars, it can't hurt to try it
Well what exactly do I get? Read what it says, look at the picture
Bet it says Chinese girl, age 17, waist 24, hips 33
This one here says young black virgin, man this is crazy
I'm gonna have to splurge an get me a few of these things
How long do they last? Well it depends, let's see
These cheap ones here are ten minutes

But these are extra power, they last about a half an hour
And these here sell for bout 40 'cause you get two girls
Yeah it says orgy right, and if you're married, it's no big deal
You're not cheating at all, you're just poppin' a pill
And if your wife's got a headache and wants to hit the sack
It's cool, take a packet fool biochemically compacted sexual affection
Now here, take a look at my selection

Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man

Okay, I want these two boxes of three and give my Blondy here
And that one that says orgy and, by the way
I need something for my woman, sure, I got guy packets cool
Give me some of 'em, now let me tell you how to take it
Either sit of lie down and you really should be naked
Otherwise you're gonna mess up your clothes, know what I mean?
This is more then just a dream, it's very realistic and it's gonna
Blow your mind so be careful, only take one at a time and

Never take one behind the wheel, you'll black out and hit a pole
Cool, let's make the deal these are 40, these are 80, and this
One here is 10 just give me a hundred dollars, I'll call it even
But don't pull your money out yet, see there's one or two
Narcs in this area that sweat me over here, yeah, this looks
Kinda cool, 20, 40, 60, 80 a hundred, sh move, here's my number
In case you need to reach me again and remember
You need to be as safe as you can there's only one thing
Safer then using your hand dial that beeper number
And call the packet man

Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man
Yeah, he's the packet man

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Everything - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: Everything
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): P. Charles, Clifford Smith, R Bean, J. Hunter

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, I love Math
Yeah, yo, yo

Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?
Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is

This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac

N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****
Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit

Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in these drawers
Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
This Meth dude got that food and he serving it raw
Told you before, I bring the pain and now I'm hurting them, pa
Hurting them, pa

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the Borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math
Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
Had the highest paid h**, get it cracking for free

Worldwide still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
Like the twenty inch woofers that's in back of the V
Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he

Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds
Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head
And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread
You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge

Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk
The mean streets for paused types callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident
Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest
Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet

N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you p**** like the opposite sex
Front, see how many shots you will get
I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect

I'm just a man to respect
Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
Street life is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck
The other hand is attached to the tech

Your next move could mean life or death
Make move, take baby steps
Hold that thought, n****, save your breath
We hold courts in the streets we rep
For Cash Rule and we came to collect, c*** s*****

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

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Back To The Hotel - Lyrics - N 2 Deep

Title: Back To The Hotel
Artist: N 2 Deep
Composer(s): J Trujillo, J Zunino, T Lyon

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Lyric:
V-Town, brother check it out, I'm 'bout to throw it down
Dick in hand, you shoulda had your toke down
A little city, chillin' in the North Bay
Needless to say, my boyz don't play fool

Yorker sidin' you know how the song goes
In the back, sippin' purple chongos
Don't look for trouble but it always seems to find us
Forty grippin' panties, sippin' and the seats are right behind us

Quick left, one blow, K.O.
Hit the road to the next episode
In the saga of a few fellas
Oh what the hell, I guess I better tell ya

It's Friday night, I got a brand new kick on
Up in the Henny, for me to get bent on
Hit the country club then picked up ML
Eighty west, back to the hotel

At the telly, Bones is doin' butt work
Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt
The Latina in the corner started to flirt
And I knew that when she saw me baby doll was gonna jaw me

Set for the night so I took her to my ride
Grab my Mickey and my Buddha and I met her outside
Who-ride, brother strikin' through to be seen
A Lexus 400 to the triple gold Z's

Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more
Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store
'Cause you know what I mean when I'm feelin' kinda funky
A sick honky, straight goin' donkey

Money in my sock, jimmy in the glove
Layin' in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love
And burn rubber up the block
Back to the telly, I gotta get some new cock, new cock

Ah naw, could it be?
I just got a page an' a broad wanna do me
Hooked it up, told her meet me at my hotel
She had a friend with her so I called TL

Soothe me up, Sally wanna meet Dick
And Monty licked, so try an' make it real quick
Shit

Aw yeah, I jumped in the F-train
But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store man
I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's
Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack's

We got the goods, now we're headin' for the ho down
There goes the telly, so fella won't you slow down
Park the ride in the front like a sick one
Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one

Lock the load, let's go look for like 118
But lay low 'cause I really don't wanna be seen
Is this the room? Aw yeah, that's the right one
I got the black broad and you got the white one

So hit the lights man, I just might man
Try an' throw this thing all night an'
Get her so sprung that she'll drop some ale
So I can catch turn and hit another hotel

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Renee - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Renee
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Terry Lewis, Timothy P Patterson, Garfield Duncan, James Samuel Iii Harris, Dexter A Archer

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Lyric:
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day on my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walkin' to the train
I tap her on her shoulders, "Excuse me miss, but can I get your name?"

She said "My name is Renee"
I said "I got a whole lot to say, so may I walk you to your subway"
She said "If you want", so yo' we started talkin'
I brought two franks and two drinks and we began walkin'

I had to see where that head was at 'cause the gear was mad phat
So we must chat about this and that
She told me what she was in school for
She wants to be a lawyer in other words shorty studies law

I'm tellin' shorty I'm a writer and as she's lookin' for the token
She drops a packet of the EZ widers
Covers her mouth with her name ring
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rocks I do the same thing

But yet I use Philly Blunts, she said "I never dealt with Philly Blunts
Because I heard that's for silly stunts"
I said, "Nah, they burn slower, right now I really don't know ya
But maybe later on I can get to show ya"

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

So now we sittin' on the train
Besides the fingernails now shorty got the hairdo of pain
Now understand she got flava
A tough leather jacket, with some jeans
And a chain that her moms gave her

Got off the train about 6:34 she wasn't sure
She had grub for the dog so we hit the store
Went to the crib and turned the lights on
A mad magazine stand from Essence to Right On

A leather couch, stero system with crazy CD's
Understand 'cause she got G'z
She said "Cheeks do what you want", she said "I'm gonna feed the dog"
I said "Alright, well I'm gonna roll this blunt"

She came back with stretch pants and a ponytail
A t-shirt, a yo, Fam I got a tender-roni girl
We're sittin' on the couch chattin'
We're smokin' blunts off the balcony, we're stearin' at Manhattan now

She started feelin' on my chest, I started feelin' on the breasts
And there's no need for me to stress the rest
A yo, I got myself a winner
We sparked a blunt before we ate, and a blunt after we ate dinner

She had a tattoo she only wanted Bo to see
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci
I'm like whatever shorty rock we can swing it like that
'Cause on the real this is where it's at

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

I woke up the next day on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow and this what the letter said
It said "Cheeks, I'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep so I didn't want to bother you"

I left my number for shorty to call me later,
Got dressed, smoked the blunt and then I bounced towards the elevator
I got a beep around three
I'm askin' shorty, "What's up with you?"
She's askin', what's up with me

And now we been together for weeks
Candlelight dinner with my shorty, crack a 40 with my naughty freaks
Hey man, I never been in love
But everytime I'm burstin' in and outta state it's shorty that I'm thinkin' of

I'm hangin' out with my crew I get a beep from Renee
Because Renee uses code too
But yet I'm chattin' with her mom dukes
She said Renee has been shot so Cheeks, meet me up at St. Lukes

I jumps on the Van Wyck, I gotta make it there quick
A yo, this shit is gettin' mad thick
Not even thinkin' of the po nine I'm doin' a buck, who gives a fuck
I'm smokin' boom and the whole nine

I gotta see what's goin' on and by the time I reach the hospital
They tell me "Mr. Cheeks, Renee is gone"
I'm pourin' beer out for my shorty who ain't here
I'm from the ghetto so listen this is how I shed my tears

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty, shorty

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Up Against The Wall - Lyrics - Whitlams

Title: Up Against The Wall
Artist: Whitlams
Composer(s): Michael Vidale, Timothy Freedman, Ian Hildebrand

Lyric:
To think, it was going so well
We'd go out at night, come home and fight like hell
Good fights about big things
You know, just pushing around in the dark

To think, I was scared to open the box
New love on the doorstep, isn't it funny? There's nothing on how it works
Go on, have a look inside
You won't know what you did without it

Well, you slept, you met interesting people
And you slept with them
I'm up against the wall now
Yeah, I'm up against the wall

Hotel room, a silent phone
A packet of fags, a bottle of wine, a suitcase you call your own
When the darkness comes from the inside out
Even the barmen are pricks

Vitriol, the cigarettes
A long night of thinking and the search for the best vignettes
Yeah, well, it was good, wasn't it?
Then it got bad

Some say, love, it only comes once in a lifetime
Well, once is enough for me
She was one in a million, yeah
So there's five more, just in New South Wales

There's a show on the television now
A man in the jungle with monkeys, he's saying, we've come so far
Yeah, well, it's news to me
I'd better go and evolve now

Yeah, to think it was going so well
We'd go out at night, come home and fight like hell
Good fights about big things
Like, "Who wrote the book on men?" Well, it was me

Yeah, I'm up against the wall now
Yeah, I'm up against the wall now

Some say, love, it only comes once in a lifetime
Well, once is enough for me
She was one in a million, yeah
So there's five more, just in New South Wales

Well, you slept, you met interesting people
And you slept with them
Yeah, I'm up against the wall now
Yeah, I'm up against the wall now

I'm afraid to say, I must fail her
I must fail her, I must fail her
I must fail her

You met interesting people and and you slept with them
I'm up against the wall now, I'm up against the wall now
I'm afraid to say, I'm afraid to say
I'm afraid to say, I must fail her

I'm really growin' old now
I'm really growin' old now

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