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Whatever..
Dre, just let it run Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it Just shut up and listen, aiyyo.. I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension dispensin these sentences Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest and I rest again peacefully (peacefully).. but at least have the decency in you to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter to not come and speak to me (speak to me).. I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty).. No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of all you (of all you).. I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me [Chorus: Eminem] And I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am, whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am [Eminem] Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense it's constant And, 'Oh, it's his lyrical content - - the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses' And all of this controversy circles me and it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me (finger at me).. So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty havin this happenin (this happenin).. then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way).. But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin and I have returned [Chorus] [Eminem] I'm so sick and tired of bein admired that I wish that I would just die or get fired and dropped from my label and stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top on 'My Name is..' And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations And I just do not got the patience (got the patience).. to deal with these cocky caucasians who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions).. What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in The why, the who what when, the where, and the how 'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom without someone standin by it No I won't sign your autograph You can call me an asshole I'm glad [Chorus] |
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Hot in.....
So hot in herre..... So hot in..... I was like, good gracious ass bodacious Flirtatcious, tryin to show faces Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam you know Lookin for the right time to flash them G's Then um I'm leavin, please believin Me and the rest of my heathens Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve, no teasin I need you to get up up on the dance floor Give that man what he askin for Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use I said Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Why you at the bar if you aint poppin the bottles What good is all the fame if you aint fuckin the models I see you drivin, sportscar, aint hittin the throttle And I be down, and do a hundred, top down and goggles Get off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it I spit game cuz baby I cant talk it Warm, sweatin its hot up in this joint VOKAL tanktop, all on at this point Your with a winner so baby you cant loose I got secrets cant leave Cancun So take it off like your home alone You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend, like "girl I think my butt gettin big" Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Mix a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah Nelly just fall out Give a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah Nelly hang all out With a little bit a ah, ah And a sprinkle a that ah, ah Nelly just fall out I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah Stop placin, time wastin I gotta a friend with a fo' in the basement I'm just kiddin like Jason Unless you gon' do it Extra, extra eh, spread the news Nelly took a trip from the Luna to Neptunes Came back with somethin thicker than fittin in sasoons Say she like to think about cuttin in restrooms Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Its gettin hot in here so hot So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Mix a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah Nelly just fall out Give a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah Nelly hang all out With a little bit a ah, ah And a sprinkle a that ah, ah Nelly just fall out I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah |
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[Chorus] I been so many places I seen so many faces But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I've been to mushroom mountain Once or twice but who's countin' But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Eminem] Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of valium inside her palms It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves I can't describe the vibe I get When I drive by 6 people And 5 I hit Ah shit I started a mosh pit Squashed a chick And lost the foster kids This room makes me hallucinate Then I sweat till I start losing weight Till I see dumb stuff start happenin' Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin' to rap again So bounce, bounce, c'mon bounce I said c'mon bounce Everybody in the house with a half an ounce Not weed, I meant coke dumb ass sit down We don't bullshit, better ask around D12 throws the bomb and gas your town Bizarre, your mom is crashing now Help me get her on the couch 'fore she passes out [Kon Artist & Kuniva] Fuck that, someone help Denaun Who's upstairs wrestling with Elton John Hey Von, you see me stepping on these leprechauns? It gotta be Tums the Ex-lax is gone ?? with some parmesian And I think my arm is gone Yo, it's probably numb Dumb dumb before they come And I think he's 'bout to swallow his tongue Your scary brother with a false alarm Think they're about to die when I just got on Stop acting dumb You so drunk That you might wake up with a pump in your stomach I think I did too much I think I got the rush Rolaids, Pepto, and Tums Watch out HERE WE COME! [Chorus] [Hook] Dirty Dozen 80 of us Shady brothers Ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other out And date each other Some-, something, something, something Something, something, something, something [Proof] Ayo, pop pills Pills I pop Pop them pills Or still show off Walk on stilts ?? Thought it was incredible I made it home I wanna roll away Like a rollerblade Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days And when I'm old and gray I'm a go for broke I hope you don't Pack up my nose with coke *cough cough cough* It must have broke the choke Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ahh, poor baby Born by whore lady Now I gotta straight born infant (You're crazy!) [Swifty] I down four shots at one time I don't need chasers when I'm swallowing mine You got any room Bizarre heads back We can't go far Cuz the car has flats Why the heck you people think I rap? Because my mother taught me How to breach contracts If you got cash Then I'm with you (Swift, chill) I just wanna get by like you ?? ??, the hell with you too I just need these three cuts then I'm cool I just got some and I'm going back soon [Chorus] [Bizarre] I'm at rave Looking like a babe Like she want it Gin and tonic demonic Body smelt like vomit Looney, crazy, dopey headed, sexy head guy Whipped cream, dirty mattresses Wanna try Blue hills, golden seals Got Bizarre actin' ill Drugs kill Chick I'm for real Shut your mouth you dirty girl You know you want me in your world Ladies, please don't fight Bizarre's here all night!!! [Chorus] [Hook] |
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Eve]
Uh, uh, uh, huh Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it [CHORUS: Gwen Stefani] And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind [Eve] They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?) Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you gotta breathe Take alot more that you to get rid of me You see I do what they can't do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines [CHORUS] [Eve] Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me 'Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on [CHORUS] |
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Chorus:
See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with u And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin while I'm with u And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you Baby, I don't know why your treating me so bad You said you love me, no one above me And I was all you had And though my heart is beatin for ya I can't stop crying I don't know how I allow you to treat me this way and still I stay (Chorus) Baby, I don't know why ya wanna do me wrong (do me wrong) See when I'm home, I'm all alone And you are always gone And boy, you know I really love you I can't deny I can't see how you could bring me to so many tears After all these years (Chorus) Ohh, I trusted you, I trusted you So sad, so sad What love will make you do All the things that we accept Be the things that we regret To all of my ladies (ladies) Feel me C'mon sing with me: See, when I get the strength to leave You always tell me that you need me And I'm weak cause I believe you And I'm mad because I love you So I stop and think that maybe You can learn to appreciate me Then it all remains the same that You ain't never gonna change (never gonna change, never gonna change) (Chorus) Baby, Why you hurt me? Leave me and desert me Boy, I gave you all my heart And all you did was tear it up Looking out my window Knowing that I should go Even when I pack my bags This something always hold me back |
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[CLEF]
We used to be number 10 But now we're permanent one Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban, I'm your candy handy man Me without you is like American without the Band Stand Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow, All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow Damn, another hero wannabe Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude, My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, Doo doo comes out your anal Just because your buff, don't play tuff Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust. [LAURYN]:CHORUS Ooooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the natural light that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [FORTE] I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La Bust when we rush, Through you must, know ruckus Crew got G's like the refu's So F who Ever want to test Bring me stress, West coast back to east, Grab my toast when I reach Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban, Sippin' Bourbon, surviving We real to keep the word when A boy want fa testthis set Then you get wet-up Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet [LAURYN] Fake bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick and Harry Saying they want to spar me Cause how thick my repertoire And my memoir be Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of Rhastafari. Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and [LAURYN]:CHORUS Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting Oooh La La La, It's the remix sound that the Refugees Bring Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing [PRAZ] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees, Sitting in the cool breeze in the West Indies Flea to sea, Ship my keys On the Santa Maria, sip Sangria with senoritas (They keep telling me this and telling me that) They smile in my face then they talk behind my back But what they lack is the facts about my stats My rap impact will kill you softly like Roberta Flack [CLEF] 2X Ayo, What's goin' on Armageddon come you know we soon done Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump A boy on the side of Babylon, Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion. |
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Always On Time
(Ashanti) [Ja talking] OH YEAH I'm not always there when you call [Buckshots, hah], but I'm always on time Gave you my all ....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my all ....baby (Chorus - Ashanti) x2 Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine (Ja Rule) C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the game and love is about pain So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints Our sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint 'Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades And I love to see that ass in Gucci shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild [With Ashanti] But we share, somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so many women I fathered Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair And a love with no glare is a crystal stare But we share [with Ashanti] somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life 'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time You and I, got a special bond together We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy Then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy Remind these bitches to mind they business Believe me, this pimp game is very religious And I'm built like the Don Bishop Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness The life we share is a thug affair [With Ashanti] But who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ashanti) Always there when you call.........I'm always on time Gave you my all... baby be mine always there when you call, I'm always on time Gave you my all, baby, be mine * Here at W-I and Z we play nuthin but da hits...nuthin but da hits... nuthin but da motha fuckin hits...* |
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Hey Mami
You know that I like it When you call me Papi But it seems like lately baby You've been seein' another chico And baby You know that he can't go down like me And you know that the ni**a can't freak like me So Mami tell me one little thing How deep is your love for me How deep is your love for me Tell me what it's gonna be Now do you see yourself With a ni**a like me On the low though So your friends won't know see Venq aqui Mami Puerto Rican I see The way you wiggle it The way you move your body He can't make you get wetter than me But I bet he keeps tellin' you He's better than me Oh you know that he can't go down like me (And you don't know) You know that he ain't no freak like me (And you don't know) So baby tell me one little thing How deep is your love for me How deep is your love for me Tell me what it's gonna be Now do you see yourself With a ni**a like me On the low though So your friends won't know see Ooh Mami I got to know Tell me how deep Tell me how deep Before you tell me Another chico Tell me how deep Tell me how deep There will never be Another Senorita see And all I ask is that you keep on lovin' me Ooh Mami chula You know that there will never be a chico Quite like Sisqo So I must know |
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[Timbaland:]
Uhh uh-oh, uh-oh Tch, tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka Uh Uh-oh, uh-oh Tchka, tchka uh Uh-oh, uh-oh Say what, say what? Freaky freaky uh Tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka Bubba [Bubba Sparxxx:] Shit I ain't choose to rhyme Rhymin' chose me So I hit the track runnin' Like a nosebleed Life ain't great now But it's much improved Yo' album droppin' this summer? That sucks for you ''Cause this is Bubba's moment I put my mother on it I said my momma It seems as if I love her don't it? So buckle up, 'cause It's gon' get bumpy I call my girlfriends Betty's And my sh*ts grumpies That Bubba talk Gotcha open wide I giggle outside the booth But ain't no joke inside This is complicated At least to y'all it is Just let me sell fifty million Then I'll call it quits But until that day Y'all in deep doo doo I never once saw You crank it 'cause I just leap through you What you need to do Is just admit you love me The South has Always been Dirty But now it's gettin' ugly [CHORUS:] Ugly-in here Huh, in here Huh, in here It's gon' get ugly in here Huh, in here Huh, in here It's gon' get Ugly, ugly, ugly In here Huh, in here It's gon' get ugly in here Huh, in here Huh, in here Uh-oh Though I am country Don't get the wrong idea My ego's gettin' bigger With every song I hear 'Cause y'all been bullsh*ttin' Spittin' that booty chatter Out here for two days and Came with somethin' That truly matters On goes the saga Of Bubba's plight She won't see tomorrah If I don't cut tonight That's just my mood now I hate it came to this How else can I say it I don't speak No other languages I'm fairly ripped now So this the jimmy talkin' You hear that beat don'tcha? That's just Timmy talkin' Go 'head throw dem bows F*** it, break a bottle Let's be honest none of us Will ever date a model So let's just cut it loose Ignore the repercussions If you scared, then just Forget what we discussin' This that new South Take a picture of me 'Cause I'm a f***in' legend And this is gettin' ugly [Repeat chorus] Now this thang is jumpin' Ain't it somethin'? What makes it special This whole moment Came from nothin' Now you see it triples I bet she slurp tonight Lames hide your wallets Hatin' broads Clutch your purses tight If you ain't tryin' to live You with the wrong crowd And if you feelin' brave then Better sport that thong proud And if you finally breathin' Then sing this song loud I'm glad I got you wet I know you had a long drought Don't worry about the law They can't arrest us all I had to crank couldn'ta done Nothin' less for y'all Forget your inhibitions I wanna see you whylin' And if Bubba dies tonight Know he was smilin' [Repeat chorus] [Timbaland:] Ha ha, it's gon' get (Ugly-in here) Thck, thck (Huh, in here Huh, in here) It's gon' get (Ugly-in here) (Huh, in here Huh, in here) It's gon' get (ugly) Say what? (Ugly, ugly) Say what? (Ugly) In here Huh, in here (It's gon' get ugly in here) (Huh, in here Huh, in here Uh-oh) Thcka, thcka, thcka, thcka Thcka, check switch uh Switch it one time Now switch it back baby Switch it one time Now switch it back baby "Holla ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten so" (So what?) "Don't copy me" I want you to "Holla ain't no stoppin' me Copywritten so, don't copy me" C'mon Bubba, let's go |
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| 4:30 |
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[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*} |
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| 3:32 |
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To da one on da flam
boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric damn the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin' it's all over when go out drinkin' OH makin' my mind slow, that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh bro, I got ta' maintain cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane chorus: insane in da membrane insane in da brain! (repeat 4x) Do my shit undercover now it's time for for the blubba blaba to watch dat belly get fatter fat boy on a diet don't try it I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass leavin' your face in the grass you know I don't take a chulo lightly punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got ta get my props cops come and try to snatch my crops these pigs wanna blow my house down and undrground to the next town they get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the night loose scared yes I'm the pirate pilot of this ship if I get wit' the ultraviolet dream hide from the red light beam now do you believe in the unseen look, but don't make you eyes strain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus |
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| 4:08 |
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Who Am I (What's My Name)?
Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb) Snoop Doggy Dooog (Dog!) From the depths of the sea, back to the block Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky, yes the the the Doc(?) Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit So I ain't holdin' nuttin' back N' mothafucka, I got five on the twenty sack It's like that N' as a matter of fact (Rat-tat-tat-tat) Cuz I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back (Yeah, so peep out the manuscript You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit) What's my mothafuckin' name? Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dooog (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb) It's the bow to the wow, creepin' N' crawlin' Yiggy yes y'allin', Snoop Doggy Dogg in The mothafuckin' house like everyday Droppin' shit with my nigga, Mr. Dr. Dre Like I said, niggaz can't fuck with this N' niggaz can't fuck with that Shit that I drop cuz ya know it don't stop Mr. 1-8-7 on a mothafuckin' cop Tic toc, never the Glock, just some nuts N' a cock Robbin' mothafuckaz, then I kill dem blood cloths Then I step through the fog N' I creep through the smog Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (Who?) Doggy (Whaaat?) Doggy (Dog) Snoop Doggy Dooog Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb)... Now just throw your hands in the mothafuckin' air N' wave the mothafuckaz like ya just don't care Yeah Roll up the dank N' pour the drank N' watch your step (Why?) Cuz Doggy's on the gank My bank roll's on swoll My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll With the Dogg Pound right behind me N' up in yo bitch is where ya might find me Layin' that, playin' that G Thang She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, N' guess what? He is I N' I am him, slim with the tilted brim What's my mothafuckin' name? Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb) Snoop Doggy Dooog Snoop Doggy Dooog (Da bomb) Snoop Doggy Dooog (Dog!) |
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| 15. |
| 4:05 |
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Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel Said she loved Tupac But hates some LL Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince, turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight Pearly whites Said a man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really wanna thug Or do ya want love She gets the paper when it's time to get on She keeps these clowns thinking like ? Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke all this love, let it stay broke out Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up, outta there, push and check Takes the choice have you nice and moist Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce Something like a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was king of seduction Cop a suction Now she was the cat that worked construction Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind Dis a new lover When you know it's on mine, thats on top Lap dancing got to stop You play out your chick Cos your game is hot I give you two Italian ice, my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefing, yellin' on the cell of my 6 ? You reach it then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping Keep the crystal popping, use my chips, And take the next man shopping Hell no, must be out Chicago on your knees and elbows each and everytime Thats why I love you mummy you Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby, work me out Something about a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was all sooped up, and played it just right Mummy I was full blown My game was air tight I needed to switch up and get it in gear Its a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah No more ? no more maybeline? Brand new he and me and you can bring it in I'm sick and tired of freakin' night and ? Moaning in the mirror With my cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chicken heads go up in flames Now we need brand new mansion, with lake at back Got it all figured out mummy I like that Collect tips cop his and her whips ? But close the safe But you're worth it playgirl, i'ts real in the feel Say what you want, but keep you're lips sealed Something like a phenomenon x8 (c'mon) (go ahead daddy |
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| 16. |
| 5:19 |
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Don't Believe The Hype
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Back Caught you lookin' for the same thing It's a new thing - check out this I bring Uh Oh the roll below the level 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon Turn up the radio They claim that I'm a criminal By now I wonder how Some people never know The enemy could be their friend, guardian I'm not a hooligan I rock the party and Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist Preach to teach to all 'Cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run About the gun... I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe the hype... Yes Was the start of my last jam So here it is again, another def jam But since I gave you all a little something That we knew you lacked They still consider me a new jack All the critics you can hang'em I'll hold the rope But they hope to the pope And pray it ain't dope The follower of Farrakhan Don't tell me that you understand Until you hear the man The book of the new school rap game Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind We're brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and Not surrenderin' I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin' Some claim that I'm a smuggler Some say I never heard of 'ya A rap burgler, false media We don't need it do we? It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me? Don't believe the hype... Don't believe the hype - its a sequel As an equal, can I get this through to you My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Comin' from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox Leader of the new school, uncool Never played the fool, just made the rules Remember there's a need to get alarmed Again I said I was a timebomb In the daytime the radio's scared of me 'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime 'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine I get on the mix late in the night They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike Before I let it go, don't rush my show You try to reach and grab and get elbowed Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you As you get up and dance at the LQ When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos Then they clear the lane I go solo The meaning of all of that Some media is the whack You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof Suckers, liars get me a shovel Some writers I know are damn devils For them I say don't believe the hype Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? Their pens and pads I'll snatch 'Cause I've had it I'm not an addict fiendin' for static I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it No, you can't have it back silly rabbit I'm going' to my media assassin Harry Allen, I gotta ask him Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type? Don't believe the hype I got flavor and all those things you know Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show Yo Griff, get the green black red and Gold down countdown to Armageddon -88 you wait the S1Ws will Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard Some sau I'm negative But they're not positive But what I got to give... The media says this |
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| 17. |
| 3:37 |
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Yo I`m the same little girl that grew up next dor 2 u
Went through all the things a teenage girl goes through Hangin` out all night breakin my curfew When my daddy hit the door I gave my mumma the blues Use 2 spend my time blazin` lazin` days away Thought I was grown left home at 15 didn`t want to obey Had 2 get my act together couldn`t take the heat And now I`m making beats 4 the streets (Chorus) I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee I stay blowin` up ur stereo I`m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody gotta hear me u Hear me bussin` on da radio Now feel my flow u get me though I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee C me bouncin` in da video And I come to rock the show I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee Everybody loose control Let my vibe touch ur soul I remember all the house parties that took place Bein` in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the base And my cousins and my brothers we`d sit up all night Listenin` 2 my family vibin` till the mornin` light Remember my first years of school I was so innocent I just wanted to learn I never been so content But the more that I learned I found a guidin light That showed me the need to fight And be (Chorus) At 13 I thought I was in love with this guy Anytime I caught his eye I thought that I`d just die Remember playin` class clown I was just a disruptive fool And the beatin` I got first time suspended from school Remember Sunday School and after go 2 grandmas 4 lunch Macaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punch Never had much my mum brother sister and me But love was enough 2 succeed 2 grow (Chorus) |
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| 3:48 |
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