The Evil That Men Do - Lyrics - A Real Live One / A Real Dead One (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: The Evil That Men Do
Album: A Real Live One / A Real Dead One (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson, Steve Harris, Smit

Lyric:
Love is a razor and I walked the line
On that silver blade, slept in the dust with his daughter
Her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence
But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud
I would bleed for her, if only I could see her now

Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge
Balancing on a ledge, living on a razor's edge
Balancing on a ledge, yeah you don't see it

The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on

Circle of fire my baptism of joy and at an end it seems
The seventh lamb slain, the book of life opens before me
But I will pray for you and some day I may return
I would bleed for her, if I could only make you learn

Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge
Living on a razor's edge, you don't see, see it, don't you?

The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on, yeah

Go
Go, go

Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge
Living on a razors edge, you know, you know

The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on, yeah
The evil that men do lives on and on
The evil that men do lives on and on, yeah

The evil, the evil
The evil that men do
The evil
The evil that men do

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Virginia - Lyrics - Lord Willin - Clipse

Title: Virginia
Album: Lord Willin
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Gene Thornton, Terrence Thornton, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
You ready to do this, nigga?
You ready to come down here?
It's Virginia, nigga
We do this in broad daylight
It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga
You ready?

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk to limpin'
(Home sweet home)
Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin'
It 'tis what it seems
That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans
By all means, lost it all, from lives to love
Put my faith in my money, help me rise above
See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough
Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved

In that ole' Virginey
Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea
No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin'
Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there
Each year, a different bitch wonder
Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal'
Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of fuckin' them cross her mind
Look ma, that's right up my alley
I love my family, I want them all happy

In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial
Yeah, I guess the chase was wild
But what's the fuss about?
See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J. beat
Murder like the shit is ok, that's what our door say
Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental
I miss you shampoo, we miss you shampoo
And your grams, too

My nigga
Fo sho

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

Seem like they all got a comment to make
In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight
They fast to predict the outcome of my fate
Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take
Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique
And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit
You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us
And there are some things that you don't discuss
Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair
Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair
Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout
Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out
'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide
Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die
I tried being humble, humble get no respect
Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck

Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail
I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well
I reside in VA, ride in VA
Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA
Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here for out of towners
Who think that they gon' move weight here
Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at
That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook
(Talk about, what?)
Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books
(Talk about, what?)
Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks
(Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look
(Talk about, what?)

Young'n
(Talk about, what?)
This is real, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n
(Talk about, what?)
This is real
Live

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R.U.L.E - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: R.U.L.E
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Brandon D Casey, Phalon Anton Alexander, Kendred T Smith, Brian D Casey, Jeffrey B Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know
Lets go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, whut's my name?

They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E
They do but don't do it like me
Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E
They do but don't do it like me
Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E

Nobody's livin' life the way that I live it
Nobody's spittin' and doin' it, I spit it
But who fuckin' admitted
I'm one of the bigger biggest of niggaz that done did it
Been hated and dealt wit it, when agents tap in my lyrics
So by the time that they hear it, the crime's already committed
Natural Born Killa, but that I'm already and then
Murdah was the case, but INC's been acquitted

The Agency's gettin' livid, they wanted us to be finished
But we got unfinished business, Sned God as my witness
This is another testimony to my life and my story
Askin' you hoes, why should I talk when I got guns to speak for me?
Don't come at me homie especially tryin' to act like you know me
Only if you can control me, know where you been chosen before me
To sit in ya grave, homie dig it, I'm hearin' its lonely, but see

Nobody does it like me
And they know it they can't spit it the same
But still they try, 'cuz that's part of the game, whut's my name?
They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E
They do but don't do it like me
Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E
They do but don't do it like me
Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E

These niggaz incredible, throughout the ghettos of America
People, see these window I see through
Off they mirror they evil, jealous bullshit that men do
Had I known it was you, there'd be no clue on who done killed you
Like when Kane murda Able, niggaz must have been able
To put Kane through they nasals, they so high they see angels
I see life from all angels, tangled, webs and weaves

Now niggaz is able to kill like Kane all over the streets
100 degrees ferenheite, hot as the hottest summer night
Heatin' up desperately in the need of some ice, I'm nice
Nobody's quite like, flow like rare blood types
I be wrong if I'm right, right if I'm wrong, I was the rule born
When my legacy is left through my boys maiden name live on rule
Niggaz is foolish tryin' to do whut I do, 'cuz see

Nobody does it like me
And they know it they can't do it the same
But still they try, 'cuz that's part of the game whut's my name?
They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E
They do, but don't do it like me
Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E
They do but don't do it like me
Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E

They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E
They do, but don't do it like me
Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E
They do but don't do it like me

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Boyz 2 Men - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Boyz 2 Men
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Roosevelt Harrell, Terrence Kelly

Lyric:
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death
Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
Long Isle, how we do? They know our style
Represent niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true yo
Eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this

Hey yo we'll back on my South Side, Jamaica part of town
Where us real niggas love to get down
Where you only hear G and P finessin' tracks up on the tape
We stuck in Queens and I'm not tryin' to escape
Yo I'm havin' cess, drinkin', I'm kickin' raps and Emceein
L B for life, kid my way of bein'
It's time to, set up shops, wild in this game and got props
And fuck cops, we puffin' lah wit windows up in drop tops

Nothin' stops my crew from gettin' it we learn from the past
Puffin' on this ounce of weed, I got this drink in my glass
Conversatin' with myself, what does my future hold?
Niggaz is dyin', will I make it past thirty years old?
I can't run, I guess I gots to hold it down till I'm done
What the fuck's the deal? I been doin' this here from day one
Official Queen's nigga, be a Lost Boy till my death
Until I breathe the mothafuckin' last breath

Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again

My mind is reachin' twice that size than it only did last year
Three times it's likely to feel clear
A+, I transform into a super emcee
With super vocals quicker than Superman can find a phone booth
The whole truth nothin' but the whole truth, I roast you
Thermonuclear vocals get hotter that in Shanobal
The double O, we ever sold just abide nuclear explosions
Exposin' radiation like a vulcan

I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye was stolen by five
Soviet spies, they told me to lie, they don't want to hear the God spit
Chop my hands off at the armpits but I regenerate limbs
Like Star fish, comin' at you with the hard shit
Swallow my beeper and page myself so I can communicate
With a dolphin, lyrical arson rush the planet like a million martians Committin' arson, walkin' the tarpits in India
With snake charmers that place all the weight down

Yo, A+, fuck the nonsense I got the reinforcements
To crush any enemies offense with a hundred thousand Horsemen
And the hardest muthafucka on the market right here
I'll complete in a minute what would take you a light year
Extra-terrestrial biological entities with infinite energy
Battling for world supremacy, who wanna get touched, the Can-I-Bus
Will crush you with hard jigsaw puzzles and strong jaw muscles

Ambushin' emcees jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese in fatigues
Covered with leaves, interrogatin' you wack emcees like MIB's
With dark glasses, askin' you to tell me exactly where that alien craft
Landed by flashing bright lights in your eyes with those silver gamas
So when you revive you can't recall or understand it
That's how the Canibus keeps tabs on the planet
I use amnesia to neutralize public panic
And take advantage of opportunities to do damage

I pierce your heart with evil thoughts
The only thing faster then tha speed of light is the speed of dark
With the jaws of a great white shark I rip you apart
My state-of-the art lyrical lasers is razor sharp
Splatter the brain matter of my enemies
With the same bullet trajectory that murdered John Kennedy
In the back of his cranial cavity which is actually
What happens to any motherfucker for tryin' to battle me

Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again

Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again
I'm tryin' to take it, throw out my nine but pack the heat again
Eh yo from boyz 2 men, we're strictly Fam, no longer friends
Let's keep it thorough, I hold it down till it's on again
Until we meet again, yo I'm back up on the street again

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Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Scheme Chris Charity, Sol

Lyric:
Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (yeah son)
On the mic one time (no diggedy)
For your motherfuckin mind
Ready to rock rough rhymes yeah
We're gonna set it off one time
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Here we go, yeah yeah
(Yo p, yo d why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)

Cos I does a little dance, make a little love
I get the fuck down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry that ass up like I'm wessun
So come equipped and I don't slip (why? )
Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case niggas wanna flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything all right
Comin out of fuckin crown heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My shit be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop

Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
It's the c-dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
I got rough but know I'm a get rougher
It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
I got the eye to the double l
And I don't be no rookie or no beginner
I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the c-dogg back with 12 new rides
Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst behavior
Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
It's the scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga dl wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on union street
And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
A dl year, the whole e is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (never that nigga)
We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
I'm comin mad wilder than the west
I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail
I boost a track up like the third rail
Fake mc's endangered like a species
Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faces
I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine (get yours nigga)

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be
Got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a lear
See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya
Y'know the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, I sop it up
So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
Yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay
Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
I'm richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black
For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat like al roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga I'm

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das
Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)

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Lausd - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Lausd
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, Willie Dixon, M Stuart

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Lyric:
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from bein' stars

'Cuz stars fall and disintegrate before they hit the
Asphalt, they incinerate 'cuz we came
Not to destroy the law but to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills

And fresh windmills and graf that kills
What is a DJ without the scratch to build?
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
Niggas love to freestyle but hate to fellowship

Yeah, taste the city's agenda, most of you outta town niggas
Get caught up and turn bitter, the city of bullshitters
Where hopes are blown, not even money for the phone
Now tell me what's the solution, how to get back home?

Yo, don't get caught up in glamor and glitz and camera tricks
The Land of the Dead, before you come examine your set
Where drama collects and women use special effects
Where amateur stunts can make a nigga damage your fronts

Uh, the California Sunkist with a twist of limelight
Some set trip on the Sunset Strip
Believe the Hide Boulevard nice, the glamorous life
Many searchin' for the fame but can't afford the price

She would turn you out if you wasn't prepared, Hollywood
She would tell you the things that you wanted to hear, Hollywood
She would blur your vision when it once was clear
This chick is full of tricks so approach with fear, 'cuz

We are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from bein' stars

You say you love L.A., you say the weather is great
Plenty sun in your face, you like the cars with bass
You like the way we paper chase and the women that shake
In the land of earthquakes and high crime rates

A lot of people are fake, this is Hollywood
We shape the minds of kids in every hood
We make your past situation look good
The nights filled with Shugs and I wish you would

You can dance with Alvin Haley and Les Miserables
In this century city, you can walk on the stars
Sex, money, and murder, yeah it's all 4 to 5
'Cuz fame and passerby with the name immortalized

On the avenue of stars, many names are called
On the boulevard, known for leavin' permanent scars
Many dreams get robbed, real movie macabre
Young heartthrobs get young heart sobs, 'cuz

{"Good evening, good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to Hollywood, California"}

The city of angel's wings represents people's hopes and dreams
And the evil that men do that live life close to kings
And boast supreme, fancy cars, coats, and cream
Material things provoke more folks to scheme

Whether you paid your cost, Cali green made your call
The smog covers the city like a table cloth
Is it fame at fault? Entertainers labeled soft
The place where people come to lose their train of thought

Despite the claims of what L.A. is and what it ain't
The picture the city paints that over exaggerates
Within the circus, if you're fillin' this service purpose
Some feel it ain't worth it, the city that's got you nervous

And make you injure and get up out of here nigga
'Cuz L.A. never considered for those that need baby sitters
This is the hot bed for singles and newlyweds
Some lookin' for better gigs or fiendin' to make it big

It's the only place where stars are born
And we are the only ones that can't be worn out
By any place regardless of the cost
'Cuz brothers with big dreams, sometimes they get lost 'cuz

We are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how bright we shine we're far from bein' stars

'Cuz stars fall, and disintegrate before they hit the
Asphalt, they incinerate 'cuz we came
Not to destroy the law but to fulfill
For those who appreciate those with skills

And, and
What is a DJ without the
Without the elements, it's all irrelevant
I represent the real from the beginning to the end of it

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Ghetto Jiggy - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Ghetto Jiggy
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Joel Eddie Bryant, Raymond Rogers, James Herb Smith, Raphael Boyd

Lyric:
Right now, ay, you know how we do
LB fam, one shot dealers, we killas
Why everybody thinkin' this funny?
Fuck with LB fam you get laid down loud

Word up we make the realest
Come through with killas, check it out
LB fam's my crew, you know how we do
What we do, we stay true

Come on now, now, now
How we gets down now, now
New York City now, now
Okay, alright, okay, alright, alright

Word up, Napolean, Ralph Lauren
Mr. Cheeks, back in that ass
How we do it LB fam style
C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what
Lost Boyz now
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, okay alright

Many mistakes made, masses committed
Any hot chick that was wit it I was out to hit it
I keep a Yankee fitted, my world stay spinnin'
I seen them faggot niggas grinnin' from the whole beginnin'

Me and my team, man we live life and gettin' green
Hot chicks up on the scene, kid we sittin' mean
Jewelry's shinin', ghetto cash, mastermindin'
Livin' life inside the rough but shine like a diamond

I'm tryna make it happen livin' life day to day
They say play the way, well that's the only way we play
Families seem like the real enemy
A true, true friends of me is trees and Hennessy

I love the ghetto life, FDR city lights
Burnin' L's inside the truck, duckin' blue and whites
I play two parts to this, negative and positive
But bottom line, understand man I gotta live

So work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay yo

Work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay, yo

Ay, yo, I never asked for this, I just wanna rap
Know my fingers make some figgas, give my niggas that
See me shinin' think ya shit is honky dory
Behind the scene it's a real different story

The mad junction, can't let it stress me
I'm at my best, son ya best won't test me?
Once again it's on, official burn out
Don't look, puzzled then your faces how it turn out

Once in a while I take the train just to clear the brain
People ask me, "What's the deal kid?" It's just the same
You know the night runners, nothin' major
Don't let me and my bullshit invade ya

I know you probably, got problems of ya own
No need for you to zone
Understand, I love this game, it mean a great deal to me
It's my life, can you image how it feel to be?

So work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay yo

Work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Cops and these chicks act shitty

I remember when there were no [ Incomprehensible]
It don't even to start me to reminiscin'
About the past when we wasn't gettin' no cash
Had the skills, but like a hot chick wit no ass

It meant Nada, I gotta get my gid on
I need some chedda in my pocket, hot shit on
The lifestyle'll be butter like the wife's smile
Make a habit, don't break, it may take a while

I'm a hustla, I'ma hustle til the end, too
Starin' at that, evil that us men do
Basically it's LB fam all night
And ain't nothin' wrong doin' it all night, ghetto Jiggy

Work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Bitches and the cops act shitty, yo

Work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Chicks and these cops act shitty, ay yo

Work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Bitches and the cops act shitty, ay, yo

Work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay, yo

Work wit me understand how I come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Cops and these chicks act shitty

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I Got Five On It - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got Five On It
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It - Lyrics - Da Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It
Artist: Da Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It (Reprise) - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It (Reprise)
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It (Weedless Mix) - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It (Weedless Mix)
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix) - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It (Gumbo Funk Remix)
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix) - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix)
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Donald Boyce, Mike Marshall, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Robert Earl Bell, Richard Westfield, Jerold Ellis, Denzil Foster, Anthony Gilmour, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Ha ha, the remix
(5 on it)
We creepin' in too, baby
We got five on that thing, man
We got, uh, Dru Down
We got the Luniz
(Shock G)
Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable
Say, brush?

No elementary school ground plan
Not a five dollar bill
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow

No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Like Nyquil, I drop fever, so either put your five up
Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'cause see ya
Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala

I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's
Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigge is a gonna
Now I'm blowin' it up like Oklahoma

Put ya five with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought, to somethin' writers bought
More sizz-acks, believe that talkin', where you from?
Oakland

Smokin' in attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

E-40, why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen, fives gets slapped
And rubbin' them girls just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin' mighty clouds and molten lights

You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin' my civil rights
I'm startin' to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin' me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted took off my hat
Passed it around, sprinkle me

Me an E-40 to the head, comin' fifth, plus
You let the lead bust, ready to do a murda, man?
Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal

Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane)
Bring the pain like Method neglected
Smokin' crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
'Cause for the indo fins do the evil that men do
Give me five and I shall proceed and continue

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around heard young genome said, "I've gotta be down"
'Cause new styles is goin' down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you

Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still brinin' satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause

Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane
Smokin' the five before it's twelve o'clock
Sippin' on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin' up my window, fittin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli

When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S P I C E about to hit it an croak

I got five on it, grab ya four, let's get keyed
I got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed
I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back
I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got you

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It'S Alright, Ma - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: It'S Alright, Ma
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon, there is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you'd just be one more person crying

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all, except hatred

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred

Our preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An' all the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on all around you

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be
Nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize and say, "God bless him"

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he's in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False goals, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say, "Okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?"

And if my thought dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only

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