Head Banger - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: Head Banger
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick S Sermon, Parrish J Smith, George (Jr) Clinton, Ronald Bank, Edward A Green

Lyric:
Negroes

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?

The head banger, gettin' wreck
The head banger

Ka rank the boom box as my sound knock from blocks
As I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
Of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close
(Slow down and catch a cap, pow)

'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
To hell with the bitches and the so called fame
(Uh, uh)
Strictly biz to hard as I climb charts
(Kid yeah)

Bustin' ass daily as I compose like Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep

I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
From the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my target
The Bozack, I rip up flows that

Make an MC stop and chill and say he's all that
Hardcore no R and B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad down with the head banger

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Erick Sermon break it down
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin'
But sounds makin' danger, and black birds chirpin'
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm and I'll play the runnin' rebel

Changed my style, so I can freak the funk
Yo pass the Philly, Hit squad spark the blunt
I got the power, to ram shack a stadium
Wubba wubba, even Judy Brown the Palladium

Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor
(Yeah, yeah)
Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior
EPMD, yo, is in this to win this
A brand new LP so mind your business

No jokin', I'm gettin' paid fully
You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Yo, where's my hoodie? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers

Walk like an Egyptian, rough crackin' my steel
Plus I'm goin' to court, make my own appeal
As taught as a kid or told, never talk to a stranger
'Cause I could be a head banger

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
K-Solo
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

I'm the original rap criminal
(Yeah)
My shots, spell spray duck leaves my trigger finger digital
(Ho-ah)
My gun will make, many men, things you did when I get mad
And pissed cause I can make him my target

Braggin' 'em, taggin' 'em, draggin' dragging'em
Mad hollow point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum
(Uh)
So back up off me, here's a clip

For Suzi's and guns and then you fagots gonna off me
I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box
I knock punks out quick like Evader Holy field
More rhymes than music's, my solution

Subscribers of my style here's a contribution
Let's say you want a shovel layer parkin' MC's
Like cars and drivin' MC's away
Tanks goon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me

I break the steering shift and leave 'em empty
'Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truck
To come tow truck your weak side show

Back on the scene is the incredible one man team
When I get mad I turn green
The Fugitive's gone peace, I'm outta here later
And here's a finger, to all you non movin' spectators

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Redman get down
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise niggaz, the original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the new cut
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Good fella but still rugged like Joe Pesci

My style is mad funka to the delic with the irrelevant
shit that I kick back flips any four bitch
(Yeah)
Deduct and I dip then I switch
To an incredible nigga with a nickel nine on the hip

I always got played by a honey dip
But now I'm on the money tip so now I call the honey dip
Honey bitch and swing hardcore because that's where I come from
(Yeah)

I Rock ya like Chub and burn scrubs like a dum-dum
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I'm back to tear the frame out your ass crack
'Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or mote

And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin' is your
Ass kicked, nigga, hit you with the funk dafied figure
Like a plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk punk
Yes, the Redman that's what they call me

Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy
Like aaiee, ahaaa 'cause I freak the styles crazy
Lullaby your stupid ass, rock a bye baby
The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school
And still holdin' my jewels

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

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What The Fuck You Want?! - Lyrics - E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event): The Final World Front - Busta Rhymes

Title: What The Fuck You Want?!
Album: E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event): The Final World Front
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): J Kirkland, Jeremiah Lordan, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Flipmode motherfuckas, flipmode motherfuckas
What the fuck you want!
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga?
We gon' hit it down like this, nigga, what?
Check it out

I be testing your fate and wrecking your face
Invading your space and watch the tables turn
Like you're trading a place
I pull stunts like Evil Knievel
Me and my people fly like an eagle
And blow your entire cathedral

Hurry hurry, don't worry, worry
Hit y'all with a flurry, flurry of jazz
Leaving y'all niggas blurry, blurry
Brew up some shit like I'm cooking for y'all
When I'm done, then I come looking for y'all
Hold up, hold up

Federal cases cause nuff bodies end up in medical places
In they blood, finding them chemical traces
Leaving special investigators going through skeptical phases
While we getting money, the decimal changes

I was a seven-day apprentice apprentice
Now I strike with a vengeance
Blowing the door right up off of the hinges
This be that put you out of your misery song
And make you ask your man
Is this the joint he dissing me on?

That's when I ask
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga?

Moving your muscle and doing the hustle
See nowadays, we getting money like rustle
Who really wanna tussle?
Challenge the super saber in a nigga
Blast the challenger way out of space like Gallager, nigga

Battlestar Galactica cross my diameter, nigga
Derange your whole circular shape into triangular, nigga
Yo, so what it was my fault
That I had to bring this shit to a screaming halt
What you need to do is open up the vault

That's why I make sure that my vest will be on
So when I blast, you and your additional stress will be gone
Then I sprinkle just a little bit of salt on your plans
And watch your shit shrivel up right in the palm of my hands

I ain't afraid of ya but I thank all of my niggas for saving ya
I was about to take you back to when your mother was making ya
Clapping you up, slapping you up, trapping you up
Holding you hostage, duck taping and Saran wrapping you up

Yo, first she was sober, now I smell the aroma
Put you in a trance and slip into an irreversible coma
Fuck y'all cubic Zirconium niggas, it's over
Closing in on all y'all niggas while we're moving in a little closer
Then I evaluate and elaborate, confiscate your shit
And dare your ass to retaliate

That's when I ask
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?

What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
What the fuck, nigga, what you want?
Fuck!

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What About Us - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: What About Us
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): C Scruggs, S Howse, B Mccane, A Henderson, Armando Colon

Lyric:
(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

It's for my, incarcerated niggaz
That stuck in the pin they coming home
Gotta stay strong 'cause you ain't alone
Remember you always got love from home
But still this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it

But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
You got to love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
But what about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats?

What about these whack ass politicians?
They don't care if we live or die
What about that elderly barely breathing? Gotta survive on SSI
They say America, it's the land of the free
And home of the brave it's mass hysteria
So bring your knees and hope we can fight and if bury us

At least we can live as we believe
Dog ain't ever gonna break our pride
Ain't nothing you can do to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism
(Fuck that)
And what about this war against us

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

What about them thugs that's dead and gone?
What about them thugs that ain't even grown?
What about them thugs that out here lost
And ain't ever gonna find their way home?
Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up
It's violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying

This shit we deal wit', we young black and fit less
Living in the ghetto to ghetto
And ghetto to ghetto 'cause ghetto is all we know
They beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit
Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me
And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets
They can't hold us down we getting all that money

And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some
How they get it they don't care
Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth
But they listening in my business, trying to fuck up my move

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

Dead niggaz, I've been to war
Been tall with shit, I seen it all
Like soap operas from ghetto stars
I can tell when rappers getting bored, really
Sometimes she a bitch, sometimes my lady
And times when niggaz die, she help like I was a baby
The simplest things in life were always the best
Breathing you ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest

Hey, somebody call my momma and help me one more time
Before I die my momma, she carry me no comma
Niggaz bitches and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Cops not even checking on me
Juvenile delinquent and baby y'all be respecting me
The B.O. it taking me in
Whether we saving fuck the last thing we did
And let the cops see all the shit that I did

Like spittin' on them foxies skied up
In the palm of my dick
This is the life that I love
This is the life that I live
And it's a life full of lust nigga

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

My partner called me after court
He said they got 25 to life just for slingin' some dope
They making some cheese just to feed their folks
And they like somebody won't go home
It's sad 'cause its sadder for us
What about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world?

Coming to school wit' heaters bustin' their teachers
Whatever happened to family and humanity we posses
What about our babies, that struggling in this mess, don't streets
Crooked coppers scaring the niggaz off in the hood
What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good?

See most of the niggaz still on the street
Still struggling and hustlin' trying to get something to eat
Some of them resting in piece and some will never get free
Bone Thug gotta show love, keep it real and really real
And let 'em know about us

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?

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And This Is What The Devil Does - Lyrics - I See Good Spirits And I See Bad Spirits - My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

Title: And This Is What The Devil Does
Album: I See Good Spirits And I See Bad Spirits
Artist: My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
Composer(s): Marston Daley, Frank Nardiello

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Lyric:
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
You liars repent

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
You liars repent

Our lord and master
You know I must be crazy
To show this as my way of living
I find that it's easy cutting up the pieces

Get outta here
Our lord and master
Get outta here
Our lord and master

This man say, I have needed
To mend my unholy life
I fall to my knees praying
I find it hard and easy

Get outta here
Get outta here
Get outta here
Get outta here

My life with the thrill kill kult
My life with the thrill kill kult
My life with the thrill kill kult
My life with the thrill kill kult

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does

And this is what the devil does
This man say
And this is what the devil does
I have needed

And this is what the devil does
To mend my unholy life
And this is what the devil does
I fall to my knees praying

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
I find it hard and easy

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
What are you trying to do, drive me crazy

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
I can't be anything except what I am

And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
You liars repent

Thrill kill kult
Thrill kill kult
How I hate black

Thrill kill kult
Thrill kill kult
I can't be anything except what I am

Thrill kill kult
Thrill kill kult
You liars, you liars

You liars, you liars, you liars repent
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does
And this is what the devil does

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New Millenium (What Cha Wanna Do) - Lyrics - Cha Cha

Title: New Millenium (What Cha Wanna Do)
Artist: Cha Cha
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Parris Fluellen

Lyric:
It's Cha Cha, Noontime
Shekspere, Nine-nine
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do
What cha wanna yeah
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do

It's Cha Cha the Tuskadero, the one they call most
I'm high post
So what I'm gonna sweat a broad for
Don't y'all know?
We ain't finished till it's almost
You gotta deal with a broad that ain't even 5'4?My live goal is to send three or four in the Tahoe
To your door, visit courtesy of Tuskadero
Now where they going, from Detroit, yeah the capital
Which made us national, seven miles with haters after you
They sure to catch you
The vendettas, trend setters, and Benz getters
With big cheddar fellas, pay bills and just met us
The big set up, the big let up inside their leathers
Tical fellas spray for the baby
If she tell em, blast half your middle or half your nickel
On command, in general, imagine me on my menstrual
And these broads ain't exempt, they get it good as him
Probably worse if the baby have to reach down in her purse

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

Why every time I leave the driveway, y'all playas get sick
Is it cause I'm 18 with this four point six?
Come on y'all, y'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by the way that you wave
Tell your peeps, yeah, she's cool but gots some funny acting ways
That some paper stacking stage that our minds all crave
And it, we ain't got it, we gonna get it always

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

Watch these feared one's glare through
Front how dare you?
Catch you backstage and wreck your twenty dollar hair-do
Yeah, you ostrich, raising like you want shit
I'll break all these nails and just came from getting done
You ain't a broad
Turn around and face one
You'll be surprised who they hot ones and make ones
That's why they think I'm so hard to meet
When fact is they to intimidated to speak
Or maybe it is the physique
Size, zero petite
And this is way before I hit the charts and the streets
Who's she?
Tuskadero, trump tight with all aces
Angels with dirty faces, leave you in thirty paces
From heavy rotation to every rotation
The number one in the nation, especially on your station
They say it's over, and 99 they can't stop it
And if it's true, remember I'm the last one that rocked it

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

What would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could would you?
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do?
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do?

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

New millennium, Cha Cha
Yeah, trump tight, yeah, Noontime
Slick I see ya, what? what? what? what?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yo, what cha wanna do?
Yo, what cha wanna, what cha wanna, what cha wanna do?

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New Millennium - Lyrics - Cha Cha

Title: New Millennium
Artist: Cha Cha
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Parris Fluellen

Lyric:
It's Cha Cha, Noontime
Shekspere, Nine-nine
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do
What cha wanna yeah
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do

It's Cha Cha the Tuskadero, the one they call most
I'm high post
So what I'm gonna sweat a broad for
Don't y'all know?
We ain't finished till it's almost
You gotta deal with a broad that ain't even 5'4?My live goal is to send three or four in the Tahoe
To your door, visit courtesy of Tuskadero
Now where they going, from Detroit, yeah the capital
Which made us national, seven miles with haters after you
They sure to catch you
The vendettas, trend setters, and Benz getters
With big cheddar fellas, pay bills and just met us
The big set up, the big let up inside their leathers
Tical fellas spray for the baby
If she tell em, blast half your middle or half your nickel
On command, in general, imagine me on my menstrual
And these broads ain't exempt, they get it good as him
Probably worse if the baby have to reach down in her purse

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

Why every time I leave the driveway, y'all playas get sick
Is it cause I'm 18 with this four point six?
Come on y'all, y'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by the way that you wave
Tell your peeps, yeah, she's cool but gots some funny acting ways
That some paper stacking stage that our minds all crave
And it, we ain't got it, we gonna get it always

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

Watch these feared one's glare through
Front how dare you?
Catch you backstage and wreck your twenty dollar hair-do
Yeah, you ostrich, raising like you want shit
I'll break all these nails and just came from getting done
You ain't a broad
Turn around and face one
You'll be surprised who they hot ones and make ones
That's why they think I'm so hard to meet
When fact is they to intimidated to speak
Or maybe it is the physique
Size, zero petite
And this is way before I hit the charts and the streets
Who's she?
Tuskadero, trump tight with all aces
Angels with dirty faces, leave you in thirty paces
From heavy rotation to every rotation
The number one in the nation, especially on your station
They say it's over, and 99 they can't stop it
And if it's true, remember I'm the last one that rocked it

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

What would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could, could you what?
Would you, would you, would you?
And if you could would you?
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do?
What cha wanna, what cha wanna
What cha wanna do?

Yo, what cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?
What cha wanna do?
Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo, what cha, what cha wanna do?

New millennium, Cha Cha
Yeah, trump tight, yeah, Noontime
Slick I see ya, what? what? what? what?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yo, what cha wanna do?
Yo, what cha wanna, what cha wanna, what cha wanna do?

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What About Us - Lyrics - Full Moon - Brandy

Title: What About Us
Album: Full Moon
Artist: Brandy
Composer(s): Freddie D Iii Jerkins, Rodney Jerkins, Lawshawn Daniels, Brandy Norwood, Nora Shena Payne, Kenisha Pratt

Lyric:
Yeah, dark child
B-Rock let's go

Why don't you return my calls?
Why you trip out where I be?
You don't ever come to see me
You say that you're too busy

What the hell? I don't have time
Why you messin' with my mind?
I can find another guy
Someone who will treat me right

I don't need this bullshit
I won't put up with it
Any longer you can
Go if you want I don't
Need your pity I will
Be just fine if you decide
That you want to leave close the
Door behind you I just
Want to know what

What about all of the
Things that you said?
What about all of the
Promises that you made?
What about all of the
Eyes that you gave?
What about all of the
Things you told me?

What about all of the
Things that you said?
What about all of the
Promises that you made?
What about all of the
Eyes that you gave?
What about, what about?

What about us?
What about us, us?
What about us?
What about us, us?

I thought you said you were different
Was that what I heard you say?
Said that you'd love only me
Thought that you'd be all I need

What happened to promises?
Said that you were a better man
Your words have no way with me
'Coz you're counterfeit, I see

I don't need this bullshit
I won't put up with it
Any longer you can
Go if you want I don't
Need your pity I will
Be just fine if you decide
That you want to leave close the
Door behind you I just
Want to know what

What about all of the
Things that you said?
What about all of the
Promises that you made?
What about all of the
Eyes that you gave?
What about all of the
Things you told me?

What about all of the
Things that you said?
What about all of the
Promises that you made?
What about all of the
Eyes that you gave?
What about, what about?

What about us?
What about us, us?
What about us?
What about us, us?

Baby you should now hear this
Now what if I said that, "You wasn't fit to be with"
Now what if I told you the game you played, I picked it
So what if I said, "I wasn't true, so do you"
You and I know, without me there's no you

So what about the bills that were passed due
Before you, all you said to me was, "Baby, I owe you"
Forget about the brand new life that I gave you
Now what about us to me, now what about us to me

What about all of the
Things that you said?
What about all of the
Promises that you made?
What about all of the
Eyes that you gave?
What about all of the
Things you told me?

What about all of the
Things that you said?
What about all of the
Promises that you made?
What about all of the
Eyes that you gave?
What about?
What about?

What about all of the
Things that you said?
What about all of the
Promises that you made?
What about all of the
Eyes that you gave?
What about all of the
Things you told me?

What about all of the
Things that you said?
What about all of the
Promises that you made?
What about all of the
Eyes that you gave?
What about?
What about?

What about us?
What about us, us?
What about us?
What about us, us?

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Que Dices - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Que Dices
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Kevin Paul Feyen, William Adams, Jaime Luis Gomez, Brian Scott Lapin, Allan Apll Pineda

Lyric:
We be fallin up like growin
Niggas don't be knowin our styles we be showin
Extraterrestrial complete show em
Sure, shoney men bring on the spear flow em
Up in the air, into their athmosphere
Let em know we tooken some shit right here
There's no way of knowing where we going from here
But we're prepared to enter war they declare
Motion to motion, we be like ghostin
Black Eyed Peas contain the rhyme with the potion
Got your emotion mingling with us
Any animosity now it's time to hush
Feel the fuckin rush

Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)

Really y'all, here's how to be free
Just open your mind and relax with the Peas
Let us call our mellow crew, help you out to peep the ease
Like a thirty-five mile cruise, steady summer breeze
Run into your town, run into her town
Feelin my sound spreadin around
We spreadin around like the plague
I got you movin hips, necks and legs
I'm closed to the end
So push me, we magic like hocus
We be fallin up like oh shit
Some shit, that you won't see
Some shit that you can't lose
Some shit that can only be down by you know who
Whatever double the W-I to the L-L
For owning the extraterre-es-tre-el-el
Rockin you the cool-ass rhymes
The cool-ass rhymes, some cool-ass rhymes
Some cool-ass rhymes

Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)

My job is to mainly hypnotize
I'm a take over the charts and maneuver through the eyes
Visually on stage, the Peas, we multiply
While equalling the sums of only one try
First is my scarf that presented of the pile
Second adjust my bust that really sound fly
Third gain the zone, the Washa has arrived
Fourth keep my mind and my song online
We purchasin dues that remain state of mind
Equipped with all cultures, a piece of color blind
We keep it on the positive 'cause it is hard to find
Keep it on the positive 'cause it is hard to find

Say what

Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
I know you feelin it (Say what, say what)

Say what if you feelin it (Say what, say what)
Say what (Say what)
Say what (Say what)
Say what (Say what)
What, what nigga
Say what
What nigga

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What If - Lyrics - Aaliyah - Aaliyah

Title: What If
Album: Aaliyah
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Jeffrey Walker, Durrell Babbs

Lyric:
What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

I hate a jealous man, one who doesn't understand
That I'm attractive, so of course men wanna take my hand
And lead me off around the corner, maybe to their place
But when they speak you get mad, jumpin' all up in my face

But on the other hand, when women come and speak to you
You kiss and hug them like it's something that you let me do
You're only jealous 'cause you know the ish you put me through
I might turn right around and do that ish right back to you

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

I hate a lyin' dude, one who doesn't know the rules
If you gon' cheat, burn the receipt from the hotel room
But instead you're up in my face, saying you were at friends
But they all call askin' me where the hell you been

Why they keep treatin' us this way?
I guess it's a little game we play
We'll burn you, oh, we'll cut you, oh, we'll kill you, oh
We don't have to take it no more

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

Why they keep treatin' us this way?
I guess it's a little game we play
We'll burn you, oh, we'll cut you, oh, we'll kill you, oh
We don't have to take it no more

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

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#1 - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: #1
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga can't out-stunt me
When it come to these fucking cars, nigga
Believe that

You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentleys 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hanging, wrist blinging, just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumping ya bitch

B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinking that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm banging they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens

Baby, Brian, B, Bubba, you can call me what you feel
Hopping out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches and the platinum rings
(Platinum rings)

Nigga, shit ain't changed, still doing my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me
(Stunt like me)
Big Tymer representing, nigga, the U.P.T.

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I put dubs on cars, when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up

Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fucking teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark

Just bought a new car and I spent about a million
The motherfucking driver seat sitting in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fucking bad bitches
(Bad bitches, bad bitches)

I be hitting they daughters, I like my dick sucked fast
I like to play with them rookies
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Baby, pop the Cristal and shine the jewels
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty inch L's
Boss B., slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me

But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed
Give me the Gs, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happening, to me, these niggas lagging

What's up, Boss B.?
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a blucka-blucka, hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble, I'm on y'all street
Juvenile
(Juvenile)

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby, he get his shine on

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with
These Cash Money Hot Boys, with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire

That my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs, that Lexus, the new one
That come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs

And that Yu, the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
Look like it got frog eyes, that bitch on dubs

And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought
For our bitches, we got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentleys on dubs
I'm trying to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?

Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga
(At all, playboy)
We the #1 stunnas, nigga
(Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattling stripes
With that kit, ya understand?
We ain't playing, TVs in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)

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# 1 Stunna - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: # 1 Stunna
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga can't out-stunt me
When it come to these fucking cars, nigga
Believe that

You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride Bentleys 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hanging, wrist blinging, just stun'n and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumping ya bitch

B. Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinking that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm banging they bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens

Baby, Brian, B, Bubba, you can call me what you feel
Hopping out the platinum Hummer with the platinum grill
With the platinum pieces and the platinum chains
With the platinum watches and the platinum rings
(Platinum rings)

Nigga, shit ain't changed, still doing my thing
Still do it for the block, nuts hang and swing
You don't know another nigga that can stunt like me
(Stunt like me)
Big Tymer representing, nigga, the U.P.T.

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I put dubs on cars, when I ride, I'm fly
We thugs, not stars, bitch, ride or die
Put bricks on blocks, nigga, cooked and cut
Juvy 'bout to hold the rocks, nigga, hook it up

Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fucking teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it start, I spark
Me and my Hot Boy creeps, when it's dark, we spark

Just bought a new car and I spent about a million
The motherfucking driver seat sitting in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fucking bad bitches
(Bad bitches, bad bitches)

I be hitting they daughters, I like my dick sucked fast
I like to play with them rookies
I like to fuck 'em in they ass while he beat up the pussy
I'm the #1 stunna, you don't want my shit
I'ma stunt 'til I die, bitch, the shit don't quit

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Baby, pop the Cristal and shine the jewels
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty inch L's
Boss B., slow down in the Jag, you lost me
Slow down, Wayne, you know that's all on me

But you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Come on, you know how slow the new Rolls Royce be
Baby, give me the ki's, give me the weed
Give me the Gs, give me the Mack-10
Let me see happening, to me, these niggas lagging

What's up, Boss B.?
You ever got beef with a busta, you can call me
You know I keep a blucka-blucka, hit 'em all week
Give me the keys to the bubble, I'm on y'all street
Juvenile
(Juvenile)

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh
But wait, my nigga, Baby, he live on chrome
My nigga, Baby, he get his shine on

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

I'ma a hard stun'n nigga like Evil Knievel
Jumping out Lexes and Hummers, showing off for my people
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

James Bond, Jackie Chan and that bitch, MacGyver
Private planes, Jaguars, Bentleys and Prowlers
I'm the # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
The # 1 stunna
Wh-what, wh-what, what?

Now, it's plain and simple, nigga
I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with
These Cash Money Hot Boys, with these cars, nigga
See that new Monte Carlo, that's hot and on fire

That my dog, Fresh, had first
We got 'em on dubs, that Lexus, the new one
That come out in 2001 with the frog eyes
I got that bitch on dubs

And that Yu, the new Yukon, that's bubble-eye
I got that bitch on dubs
And that Mercedes wagon, with the kit, that's kitted out
Look like it got frog eyes, that bitch on dubs

And I got that Benz that me and my dog bought
For our bitches, we got this shit here on dubs
We all drive Bentleys on dubs
I'm trying to put platinum eyebrows on these hoes
I just bought me a platinum football field, nigga
Ya understand?

Don't fuck with me with these cars, nigga
(At all, playboy)
We the #1 stunnas, nigga
(Nigga, we don't give a fuck)
Got that Viper with them rattling stripes
With that kit, ya understand?
We ain't playing, TVs in all our shit
Believe that, playboy
(Fuck your whole hood up)

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Fearless - Lyrics - Bizaar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Fearless
Album: Bizaar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Are you scared? Fearless
Are you scared? Are you frightened you little bitch?

What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless I'm not scared of ghosts
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts?
What's the matter? What's the matter?

I'll go to Alaska, bitch slap a polar bear and take its food
I'll mow the fuckin lawn, on a land mine field like what boom?
I'll roll an eighty up in some papers and smoke that shit up
I'll share a dirty heroin needle with that dirty bitch Courtney Lowe
I'll run around The White House lawn
Naked and screamin' and bustin shots at him
I'll scratch my back with a chain saw oh yea got it
I'll walk through comton alone and sport wranglers and a cowboy hat
I'll head butt a fuckin unicorn come here bitch no! damn!
I'll stand on a stump and let you trim my toenails with a axe
I'll sucker punch a Gorilla and then try to run
With a banana hangin out my ass
I'll fuckin become pen-pals with the unibomber
And let him send me packages
I'll drive a ice cream truck through Ethiopia
Talkin about free ice cream sandwiches

What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless I'm not scared of ghosts
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared of ghosts?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless

I'll let Sam Kinison borrow my car if he was still around
I'll Bungee jump off a crane with only a spaghetti noodle tied on
I'll clinch my butt cheeks shut while a ruthless alien tryin' to probe me
I'll receive an operation on my eyeball while riding in a dune buggy
I'll finger fuck a toilet and French kiss a light socket
I'll pick up a hooker with a deep voice "I'm Jenny!" Naw no I wouldn't
I'll take all my clothes off and run up and bear hug a cactus
I'll sneak up to slick rick and snatch off his eye patch
I'll eat a bowl of cluster bombs and spread Jellyfish on my toast
I'll fuckin grease my ass up and sit on top of a flag post
I'll shoot a game of pool with the grim reaper and then let him beat me
I'll meet Jeffrey Dahmer at some kinda of bar
Let him take me home and eat me

No fear
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless don't be scared
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless

I'll through gang signs at the booya tribe up and downs like ohh haa
Fearless
I'll hunt Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon tell him hey do me up
No fear
I'll put my lips on a eighty one' novas exhaust
Pipe and smoke that sucker, fearless
I'll fuckin a chick raw with crabs so big red lobsters tryin to catch'em
No fear
I'll start a record label and base everything I got on MC Hammer
I'll wear a pink bikini thong and walk right through the slammer
I'll take a chrome desert eagle fouty five put it to the dome and dump it
I'll go to a big ass bee hive on a tree, drop my drawers and hump it

What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless don't be scared
What's the matter? What's the matter?
What's the matter? Are you scared?
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Tell me are you fearless

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Star 69 - Lyrics - Illuminati - Fatboy Slim

Title: Star 69
Album: Illuminati
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Roland Eathan Clark, Norman Cook, Chris Mccormack, Aurelien Armand Henry

Lyric:
What the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, they just strut
What the fuck? What the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what

They just know what they know
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They just strut, what the fuck?
What the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what

They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what

They just know what they know
But they don't know what is what
They just know what they know
But they don't know what is what

They just know what they know
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

What the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what

They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what

They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

They know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what

They just know what is what
But they don't know what is what
They just strut, what the fuck?

What the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
...

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What It Be Like - Lyrics - Delinquent Habits - Delinquent Habits

Title: What It Be Like
Album: Delinquent Habits
Artist: Delinquent Habits
Composer(s): D Thomas, A Martinez, I Martin

Lyric:
This be for the hard-core O.G. real funk fans
The ones that pumpin' up the party, jump and shake your hands
And let your joint blaze smoke up and get a little higher
If the cherry goes out then relight the fire

Pump it up and do this swing for mine baby
Ives in the party y'all time to get crazy
Swing it left, swing it right, swing it back and to the front ha
No takin' or the fakin' cause we givin' what you want ha

Pure bread born and raised the underground system
My recipes so ill you'll think I'm crazy if I list 'em
So I choose to freak it from the dawn till the light
To let you listen' hard to what it be like

What it be like, tell me what it be like
What it really be like, what it really be like
What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like
Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like

What it be like, tell me what it be like
What it really be like, what it really be like
What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like
Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like

I'm steppin' up back up straight up so delinquente
You won't be saying shit after I sock you in the frente
So what's it gonna be sucka what it be like?
As I descend from the trend every muthafuckin' night

And so I gotta keep the rhymes kinda funky you know
I'm still rollin' in the jacked up chevy '64
You need to ease back sucka you need to pipe down
Delinquent type of hound is what you're gettin' from the realm

When I'm steppin' through the fog my dogs are kinda fatal
I'll swat you like a fly that's on my kitchen table
If another day ends still a new dawn breaks
And once again I'm droppin' shit upon this 2 inch tape

What it be like, tell me what it be like
What it really be like, what it really be like
What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like
Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like

What it be like, tell me what it be like
What it really be like, what it really be like
What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like
Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like

See this be like discussion of the facts over hip-hop chords
The lower east side allow me kick the funk no fraud
See it's the third time for the ives my news flash
No matter what I'm still gonna be the poor white trash

Diggin' up and out the ghetto, hard raised and rockin'
From back spinnin' from freakin' the beat and pop lockin'
From early days I'm steppin' to the battle like a vulture
It's all just a part of the hip-hop culture

What it be like, tell me what it be like
What it really be like, what it really be like
What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like
Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like

What it be like, tell me what it be like
What it really be like, what it really be like
What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like
Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like

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