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Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda
Do you love me Tre, do you really love me? To be your lawfully, wedded, wife? Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G with the dip that was down with me from the whole front Now front me never too cool how-ever I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter (Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse *phone rings* I mean nah, just *phone rings* (woman) I got it! *click* Hello? Well this is the final chapter Hello? of me, we're going to rack up Who is this? in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house? a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What? Would you come along with me down Mike is that you? the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this? I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this? Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you You thought the day was going to be calling me? DULL?? I'll make it very exciting I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house? off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here! Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore But I had to insist, I had to insist Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops! overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!! Like this... ("like what like what like what") (repeat 4X) Yo, I'm Audi Geee No doubts manufactured No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies No copies, okay Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? That's what it really is huh? Is that what you want? What you talkin about? What you talkin bout nigga? Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.? I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems of the people in the L.A. See the brothers needs some type of education And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from the tree if you don't water the grass So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh Like this... nanananananana, like this You can get with this, or you can get with that I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter* Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should *music stops* Oh, duhh! |
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Aiyyo yo yo I tell you what's up I tell you tell you tell you what's up
When you sign a crossed line, it's jiggaboo time It's jiggaboo time (yo what?), it's jiggaboo time When you're runnin out of lyrics, it's jiggaboo time It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time Yo, when you rappin for the money, it's jiggaboo time (what?) It's jiggaboo time (what?), it's jiggaboo time When you don't have a plan, it's jiggaboo time It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time You're rappin for the white man, it's jiggaboo time It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time When you don't have soul, it's jiggaboo time It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time Nigga when there's pork in your bowl, it's jiggaboo time It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time Lots and lots of pork in your bowl, jiggaboo time A real big bowl of fat, wait a minute wait a minute It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time *fades into background* Aowwowwwwww! Show me them teeth babyyy! OK could you bug your eyes just a little bit? (Yeah, straighten that ass out) Yeah, yeah, that's cool. I mean you know, real ghetto OK we'll shoot the video over here We need umm like a street area, y'know, toothless and homeless, wearin gold chains, all that shit FUCK ALL THAT BULLSHIT! I AIN'T GOING OUT LIKE NO SUCKER! But we're all jiggaboos -- in our owwwwwwn wayyyyyy So, might as well just get paid, and say, fuckit, y'know |
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Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda
Do you love me Tre, do you really love me? To be your lawfully, wedded, wife? Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G with the dip that was down with me from the whole front Now front me never too cool how-ever I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter (Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse *phone rings* I mean nah, just *phone rings* (woman) I got it! *click* Hello? Well this is the final chapter Hello? of me, we're going to rack up Who is this? in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house? a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What? Would you come along with me down Mike is that you? the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this? I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this? Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you You thought the day was going to be calling me? DULL?? I'll make it very exciting I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house? off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here! Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore But I had to insist, I had to insist Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops! overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!! Like this... ("like what like what like what") (repeat 4X) Yo, I'm Audi Geee No doubts manufactured No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies No copies, okay Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? That's what it really is huh? Is that what you want? What you talkin about? What you talkin bout nigga? Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.? I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems of the people in the L.A. See the brothers needs some type of education And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from the tree if you don't water the grass So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh Like this... nanananananana, like this You can get with this, or you can get with that I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter* Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should *music stops* Oh, duhh! |
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| 5:32 |
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Bam! who's next? (ooooh)
If I were president, if I were president I'd make sure all the money spent Onnnnnnnn, good things I wouldn't have no lint in my pocket I'd rock it rock it I'd shock it I would not jock the fact that there are Rich people in the world because yo I got a girl And she needs new clothes and I need new sneakers And that's all I know If I were president, if I were president If I were president, if I were president! If I was president (what would you do? ) I would not carry, oh no spare change I would just rearrange, the whole government structure Cause there seems to be something that's Messing with the flucture of the money (what? ) It's not coming to me So now it's time for me to tell my homey jarod d So i'm, looking at my wallet and I do not have a buck Damn I'm out of luck, damn I'm feeling stuck |
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| 7. |
| 4:23 |
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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips And that's I high I better get by because my ally About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai I need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x) I need some zig-zag, zig-zag How I need those zig-zag (i need some) zig-zag, zig-zag How I love to get high Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) What the? Oh what the heck Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack But at this point there's no turning back But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot Because the vinyl is delicious=20 I'm the nigga who's got bitches Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes One I wanna just jam with your band Two two two...=20 You gotta play it all across the land Three three three... The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now I was walkin' down the street balin'(? ) to the beat Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke What? Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Yep Shot him in the ass on the downstroke (5x) Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno A anna bonanna(? ) bananafanafuno Yet you know shafino=20 Met her in a trio Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel I'm somewhat creole=20 Don't like the man of steel I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real I used to deal but the fuzz popped me I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel I chills like scotch on the rocks=20 'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props You know? How long can you freak the funk? (2x) I separate the good stuff from the junk How long can you freak the funk Yeah, freak the funk All right, freak the funk Freak the funk (4x) I want the farmer man. farmer man. I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man? Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man. Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man. I go from skip-skop(? ) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk 'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic Take you in a frenzy=20 Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes Ah shit. Ns, ns Sounds like ns to me! Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) |
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| 4:29 |
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So here it is
F**k it Friends or no friends I had enough bullshit To last me clear to the ends of my term I hate worms So i'ma bring in the fish And induce my backhand To refrain from my fist Yeah I wish that I change Then I could shed all the (main) You trippin' on my ego But all my shit is sustained Order order I cross the border for a spot in the sun I'm so down with myself Bitch I could chill as a bum ho hum Drum I'm so burnt that I'm beat I got my fears on my nerves And the crowd on my feet The only one who has my (back) is me In reality, see I'm constantly fightin heavy When we journey through the sea Oui oui monsieur I'm true to the game I believe my friends you (slip) me I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin' I know And it shows I can look at your nose And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o On the downlow (x3) I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft Gotta brush my teeth Clean my nuts off Put on the gear that i'ma wear throughout my day But before I take a shower I ain't ashamed to say When I think of the night before, and the heat of passion Your big brown booty My mind starts flashin' I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock Should I pursue to do you Or just stroke my knot While my girl is asleep I'm caught in a jam Went to the bathroom With cocoa-butter in my hand Closed the door behind me Locked it very tight Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night Slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl And let the hand I hold the mike with Take control Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel As my thoughts get deeper And a little more intense If you don't know what comes next Well you're just too dense On the downlow (x3) (man you pharcyde y'know what I'm sayin dude, this is it Man damn, tre) He's chasin' me Scrapin' my knee on the cement Is what I did What dug Look under the rug And I got it Hit him in the heart with my (night struck a) slug But no This nigga had to go Peep this I was asleep He climbed in my window Grabbed me around the neck Said scream and you're dead I thought it was the devil 'cause his face was glowin' red He was a brother But this brother had the devil in his eye He was out to get i-m-a-n-i First I (took) my trigger finger with a wiggle The devil jumps into my eyes and then I giggle In the back of my head You know imani feels no shame I've got my nine I said With my millimeter go bang I got him He's crippled so he crawls across the floor He's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door Bang bang bang Yep I got 'im again His story's soundin' sad Like the movie ben But um Anyway I'm just protectin' my shit 'cause if it wasn't me he's killin' Then my moms mighta got it It's on the downlow Don't tell nobody I killed him all right? On the downlow On the downlow On the downlow 'cause you should know (x2) Flip fly caught you soarin sky high But a Fly slip wash you up fly drip my Eyes cry Tears fear A baby eagle seagull shit falls quicker than a local hero Zero from zero leaves nothin' Now ain't that somethin'? And all this time you been wantin' somethin' For nothin' The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall The homeys kick the (fact) 'cause it's wack to let you fall (why doesn't what) you're rollin in the 'hood So niggas that don't wantcha And you're f**ked Crazy f**ked Like the slut heather hunter (with me) the one that punches shit I know you'll get the pick With the cars and the girls And the ego and the loot chief I'll make this brief I'd be lyin through my teeth If I told you you was dope And your benefits was reaped From my ego Those (libro) kids are creepin' with the steel And you're cappin' 'bout this rappin' And they're cavin' in the grille On the downlow On the downlow On the downlow 'cause you should know 'bout the downlow On the downlow On the downlow 'cause you should know |
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(I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the time...mad mad mad...so Tre, Tre since we smoke a lot of mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen, give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho bard)...man) trapped in the cockpit at forty thousand feet the sky is the limit but we superscede the greed for the speed is like way beyond limits I grab my parachute with like forks and spoons in it and I'm falling I'm falling my heart rapid rushes death before my eyes oh why did I trust this my reactions are repeated over and over and over oh it seems like I will never be sober (get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin' high...Im'a get high 'till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud) the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) I look in every hip-hop magazine it seems that the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams and the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts I guess 'cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts but his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell to let the touch he pass me by let the (left) catch hell if I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white bitch I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch because the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess so don't pass me that mess or try to even protest that it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine won't you pack the pipe and keep it movin' down the line the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) I got a big ol' blunt I'm lampin' on my front porch about to put a torch to it then Coco said don't do it please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old son she sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one (what are you doing (daddy)?) after the other then another 'cause I'm rollin' in the dough so we rolled in the indoe as if the kid didn't know he's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it to make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided about the bud now I have to play the part of the advisor because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer the bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser (figaro) so I said come're little man (whatcha want old man) and with his little hand he grabbed the pipe a lesson in buddah blessin' not too young just right so he started blazin' it was amazin' my lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin but who am I to deny the kid a try at nature's little way of sayin' hi? (thank you old man) so pack the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) twisting turning burning rings of fire when I come into ya layer say ya pay yer fare for the fee I see the pipe the pipe is what I like I'm Imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight I really wanna smoke it I really want to smoke it (...) I choke it the indoe no jokin' I'm doin' it like this (I hope I do not get this by anybody by anybody by anybody by anybody what? uh huh uh huh well where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you? yo Quint, Quint come're who got a lighter?...Imani got a lighter...ah kick somethin' on the mike) why does your mother smoke pipe with crack on the inside she likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth preachin' about what the world's goin' on I don' know what's up the bitch smokes a lotta heron every day a hard basehead I don' know what to say (where's bus (stop) we'll call you up) let's pack the pipe the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x3) who packs the booty on the side (wipe) I crack I've lost track it's a cheap fuckin' pipe I saw ya... (say when) the pipe dammit! (now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run) |
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| 4:00 |
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yo fatlip man
yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man yo man you got to tell the suckers what's up boy yeah ha-ha I got a letter from the dmv the other day I opened and read it it said they were suckers they tried to tell me that my license was suspended I got offended for a minute then pretended that I never even got the damn letter it's nine o'clock on the dot so I think I'd better scoot off to school 'cause in class there's a test I gotta dress fast grab my glasses and my vest oh damn as hardheaded as I am hopped in my hootie ride pumped up the jam put it in reverse into first and disperse and from that very moment on my day got worse as I was standing in the street I suddenly seen the smoke I know that Derek's on his way I ran to get my coat and a bag from the room it took a minute, boom hopped into the car we drove away in a zoom I assume doom as we were drivin' on the gravel at any given minute we could have a shortened travel so I ramble about my life (is that's a) shambles should'a took the bus a bus without the (silence horses) oh nice I wish we had good bikes we need to exercise maybe we could take a hike an' you could give Sheri back those car keys because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please please don't pull me over mr. officer don't pull me over mr. officer please (x4) away to our destination no license no insurance not even registration tags on the plate say december '82 car's so dirty it looks gray but it's really blue who would think we're up to good four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood in hats and glasses makin' funny passes like drivin' slowly playin' low-key for asses knowin' damn well one shine will harrass us and all the while we see girls jog Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog then we made a right and I spotted one in tights (ooh) (yo baby what's up, pull over) (you live with your homeboys?...yeah I live with my homeboys...that's where you're takin' me to your house where your homeboys are?...I mean but they're not home...you ain't got your own crib?...naw I aint got...) (5-0 man, 5-0) lights, action without the camera side-greens and high beams two to a tee the blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview hot on the trail of an innocent being my heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass my tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack what would happen to my girl and my record contract yo fellas (what) take off the baseball caps word up I heard that the nerves get tapped and throw on the glasses and give up the (tees) oh please don't pull me over officer please I'm discomboberated (what) discomboberated (what) discomboberated malfunctionated faded f-a-d-e-d I can't believe it's me oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please don't pull me over mr. officer don't pull me over mr. officer please (x4) (you don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me a break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man...OK so, so nobody has a license? OK uh,...how're you gonna accuse me of doin' something dude...yeah you guys are definitely goin' to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right over here um...we're getting pulled over we're going to jail) |
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Intro:
Yo man, you gotta be... you know You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that? Yo bro-shot Yeah, word up bro-shot Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge and writin good stuff Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it? You know what I'm sayin? Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge... Yeah, well you do that like right now ... and some wisdom for the people What's up with that? OK, I got it (brothers and sisters) Verse One: Booty Brown Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?) She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk Refrain: Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that: Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies Refrain: On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Three: Fat Lip Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium way back in September Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls In some bright red boxer drawers You said ya moms was pretty and young But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue Refrain: Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Four: Imani Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way Cause that would blow me round the world in a day We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet Refrain: Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Outro: Ya mama got snake skin teeth Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back (You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map and see people wavin at her Your mother got an Ouija board on her back Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section Tre's mama got Playdough teeth Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor... |
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| 5:01 |
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| 13. |
| 5:21 |
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Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that you know Yeah, and I bet you got layed back Yeah, ima uh, Im a just sit in here for a couple of hours Man, dont sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude Oh no, Im kinda tired Nah, we got a basket, were gonna fill this basket before we go, yo Aight, bro Cause there are otha fish... (slim kid tre) It took a second to register up in my branium My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin I had to creep through the hound-dogs that were stalkin This slimmy caught me peepin, this means she wasnt sleepin On who I was, so she crept in like a hawk In a minutes time, we adjourned to the floor Ooh! I hit a high note cause of the way that she was walkin We got into the groove, I didnt bust no, uh, hip-hop moves I just kept it nice and smooth Next thing you know, we got together, word, I thought wed be forever Didnt have an um-ber-ella, now Im soaked in stormy weather Whether two birds of a feather fly or fall itll be together Never sympin, and leave your love life limp Therell be no suicide attempts for this slim-trim kid Cuz you know theres otha fish in the sea, that is, in the sea In the sea that is (chorus 3x) (in the sea) you know theres otha fish in the sea that is I reminisce, try to clear up all the myths For an imaginary kiss with you again Not even friends, though I wish that I could mend Like a tailor and be olive oyls number one sailor I ams what I am, still I falls like an anvil Shes heavy on the mind sometimes its more than I can handle But men arent supposed to tumble into the den b Macho, but I hancho like pancho will give in Family oriented, but not oriental A dame is supposed to claim ya even if you drive a pinto A hero is a sandwich, and a manwich is a meal A marriage is a paper, are they fakin or for real? Whats the deal dabbers? will you go tumbling after Your man and take a stand or will you help him roll faster? The reason why I ask you is because Im sick of this Bitch lickin drip drip from a niggaz benefits He doesnt even suit ya and hes surely not ya size Im surprised that you slept on a heart thats worldwide And when ya open up ya eyes, babe, my mate, I really wish That ya dont bruise a limb, as ya swim with otha fish in the sea In the sea that is (chorus 3x) Now, if there aint no mountain high enough Why aint you climbin up? My hand has been extended every since the day I lent it to ya I thought I knew ya, but I didnt even know ya Bro, youre stupid, cause ya thought youd catch a cupid And you found that love aint two wiffs of shit So I resign or quit It aint even about the hips, or the lips or the tits or Even the pussywhip, elizabeth, this is it Because I slipped and I tripped into a shoe that didnt fit And now the next man is stealing my heart away Id charge him like a bull, but his pull never fades me The kid is going crazy, they steppin with my lady They workin on a baby, Im pushin up the daisies, but Hey diddle diddle, I wont play second fiddle To no man and stand firm on this And seal up on the bliss with a big juicy kiss Just call me big gibraltor miss No, I wont diss, Im just like on to otha fish in the sea In the sea that is (chorus 3x) You know theres otha, you know that theres otha (chorus repeats 20x) In the sea, baby (4x) |
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| 14. |
| 2:10 |
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Ya mama remix is wack
Ya mama remix is wack man, this sucks dick yo You guys ready? are you ready? (I love it, I love it) It sucks dick (eric, eric) that shit is just wack How could you guys go out like that? You guys are some sucker ass chumps Now wait a minute dude, don't even say that Me and tre catchin butt-ass yo it's wack C'mon nigga! you talk to em *beeper goes off* that's all I know *phone rings* aiyyo somebody get the phone Hello. hello, anybody page quinton? Oh yeah whassup dude? what's happenin g what's goin on? Ahh chillin. aiy you, You dere? aiyyyeah yeah yeah, hey man f**k it. I'll just be up there in twenty minutes. Aight that's cool. peace love. Guess what guys? *singing* Quinton's on his way, quinton's on his way Quinton's on his way with another j and it's ok Everything's ok (we're gonna get high!!) Quinton's on his way, quinton's on his way Quinton's on his way with another j and it's ok Everything's ok Quinton's on his way, quinton's on his way Quinton's on his way (yeahhhhh!) with another j and it's ok Everything's ok Quinton's on his way, quinton's on his way Quinton's on his way with another j and it's ok Everything's ok Quinton's on his way, quinton's on his way Quinton's on his way with another j and it's ok oh yeah (ohhhhkay!) Everything's ok, a-be-ba-da-bop-bop Quinton's on his way, quinton's on his way Quinton's on his way with another j and it's ohhhhhkay! Eh eh eh eh eh eh. Ohahaheeeeeyyyayyaaaaayeahhhhhhh *drum roll, applause* |
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| 5:04 |
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(I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the time...mad mad mad...so Tre, Tre since we smoke a lot of mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen, give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho bard)...man) trapped in the cockpit at forty thousand feet the sky is the limit but we superscede the greed for the speed is like way beyond limits I grab my parachute with like forks and spoons in it and I'm falling I'm falling my heart rapid rushes death before my eyes oh why did I trust this my reactions are repeated over and over and over oh it seems like I will never be sober (get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin' high...Im'a get high 'till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud) the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) I look in every hip-hop magazine it seems that the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams and the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts I guess 'cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts but his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell to let the touch he pass me by let the (left) catch hell if I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white bitch I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch because the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess so don't pass me that mess or try to even protest that it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine won't you pack the pipe and keep it movin' down the line the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) I got a big ol' blunt I'm lampin' on my front porch about to put a torch to it then Coco said don't do it please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old son she sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one (what are you doing (daddy)?) after the other then another 'cause I'm rollin' in the dough so we rolled in the indoe as if the kid didn't know he's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it to make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided about the bud now I have to play the part of the advisor because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer the bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser (figaro) so I said come're little man (whatcha want old man) and with his little hand he grabbed the pipe a lesson in buddah blessin' not too young just right so he started blazin' it was amazin' my lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin but who am I to deny the kid a try at nature's little way of sayin' hi? (thank you old man) so pack the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x4) twisting turning burning rings of fire when I come into ya layer say ya pay yer fare for the fee I see the pipe the pipe is what I like I'm Imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight I really wanna smoke it I really want to smoke it (...) I choke it the indoe no jokin' I'm doin' it like this (I hope I do not get this by anybody by anybody by anybody by anybody what? uh huh uh huh well where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you? yo Quint, Quint come're who got a lighter?...Imani got a lighter...ah kick somethin' on the mike) why does your mother smoke pipe with crack on the inside she likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth preachin' about what the world's goin' on I don' know what's up the bitch smokes a lotta heron every day a hard basehead I don' know what to say (where's bus (stop) we'll call you up) let's pack the pipe the pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe (x3) who packs the booty on the side (wipe) I crack I've lost track it's a cheap fuckin' pipe I saw ya... (say when) the pipe dammit! (now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run) |
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| 3:33 |
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Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?
HELL YEAH! Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master) HELL YEAH! So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house) So everybody get on up and turn this mutha out! Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear for a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark If you can't slide then stay out the park and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't stop) The debonair MC, in the place to be Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long So the party won't stop until the break of dawn It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all When I play b-boy don't miss y'all Some people wear all that Fila gear Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere Say hoooo! HOOOOOO! Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop Throw your hands in the air and wave em like you just don't care If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH! OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop Back and forth, forth and back I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack Skin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?) Eyes are red, you know that I can get down When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight Yeah, yeah, uh-huh! West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn Burn motherfucker, burn!! Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from L.A. Fly tan brown skin before you're three years old And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed I step in the party and I bust my move Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove Sucker MC try to call my bluff You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all Please please y'all, please please check it out y'all, yeah yeah y'all Yeah, please, please check it out So stomp your feet, and clap your hand While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand On the turntable, one and two We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you Like this... Like this... Like this... Do that shit, do that shit, do it! All my rhymes are hard as HELL I am the one and I PREVAIL You will SAIL, you will FAIL I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what? Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out Check it out check it out check it out y'all Check it out check it out check it out y'all Party over here! Party over there! Party right here! Party right there! Party over there! There's a party in the trunk |
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