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INTRO (Saukrates)
Yes sir When the man wanted to ride, what did he do? Swing down sweet chariot He told that sweet chariot to swing on down And stop, you know what I'm sayin' So he could get on Now this is what we do We playin' we playin' the role of that sweet chariot And we swingin' down to pick you up Know what Iim sayin'? Ride, for real Now, it's like, you wanna ride with me You don't even know what ride is, look You wanna get clean, you wanna get dirty You wanna go left, right This what we do (Choclair) Well it's the Nocka, The Chiz Rocker Party while I'm wine drinkin' My rhymes'll bust a hole right through your thinker Re-think your stratagies when you battle Interntational record sales People try, but they fail It's the Chizzo, or the Choco Ran the street like a blocko Before the shots ring out People never seen or even heard But we ran through your HQs Like a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders You wonder how I did it, album anticipated Well it's the ninth inning With two outs I hit a home run to left field like Carter did to Philly Do you understand me? Ha, really? No MacGyver tactics can stop my theatrics I'm making ladies back flip Understand it's all about the Sexual eating up your set like a tropical Stop it, my UVs will burn your skin, singe your optics Twenty One years was ground work People hear me coming, so hit up for mad work But understand it's all about the suave, diggy-dog Just ride (Choclair) {Saukrates} If you feelin' my vibe then we can all just {Ride} If you wanna get down then we can all just {Ride} All my people throw your hands up high and just {Ride} Where you from? Eastside to Westside just {Ride} All my people from uptown to downtown just {Ride} From Cali to NY, you know we gon' just {Ride} From the Florida Keys to Fiji just {Ride} All my people worldwide, how you feel, just {Ride} (Choclair) {Saukrates} You see, I flow like an 850, the turbo Down the lakeshore with po-po chasing Then you be wastin' your time {Swing down sweet chariot, stop} X2 in background If you try to check for flaws If you bet against Chizz-nocks Count your loss See I don't care what you people think or say What you do, I got a crew that run up in your HQ Dissed by who, six foot one, sleppy eyed Dark skinned glasses reflecting from the sun, nigga Check that poster, I lay your girl down like a coaster Drop my glass, slap that ass Don't care about a thing See it's all about the way Chocs makes the bells ring People talkin' shit but can't do a damn thing So understand this, it's all about the lyricist No one can rock a beat just like I Borough Side representer, C-H the I-Z Knows how to ride, understand? Just ride (Choclair) {Saukrates) All my peoples on Lockdown, you know we can {Ride} All my peoples on the corner hustlin just {Ride} All my girls in tight skirts, you know we gon' just {Ride} All my people pushin fat rides with illy rims just {Ride} If you can feel the vibe, then we can all just {Ride} All my dames in sexy belly chains just {Ride} All my people from the T-dot O, just {Ride} All my peoples worldwide, how you feel? just {Ride} (Choclair) See I like the Chiquitas light and dark skinned Me, I love Senoritas, that's where my hearts been Now I be chillin' with my boys Paranorm' Having freaks in the living room suckin' it hard See I don't care what you think, nigga Yo, I'm laughing at your bitch-ass So niggas mind you speach when you talk All these people gettin' mad and vexed Sayin' all I talk 'bout sex Make a fuss 'cause they nuts don't bust So understand who I is {who you is} I got an SDS smile, while your girl's got an ass like an E-class I can drive it like a five-speed, stick shift Understand the ill shit that I possess, nothin' less If you stress, you be left blind, so read it up in brail Hard rock's coming but they always come frail Collobaration produced by Kardinal Now if you wanna ride, everybody needs to understand Just ride (Choclair) {Saukrates} All my Paranormal people, how you feel, just {Ride} All my FOS people how you feel, just {Ride} All my Cirlce mother f**kers, are you gonna just {Ride} All my peoples on Kneedeep, you know we just {Ride} All my peoples on the hill, how you feel, just {Ride} All my peoples in Hilltop, you know we gon' just {Ride} All my peoples from Rexdale, you know we gon' just {Ride} All my people from the T-dot O just {Ride} (Choclair & Saukrates) Swing down sweet chariot, stop Swing down sweet chariot, stop Swing down sweet chariot, stop (Saukrates) Do you wanna get down with this? You can if you like Give me a call For real. |
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Now look in the mirror Tell me what you see It's the bombdiggy dogg baby, wha (We rubbin tonight) (We be lovin tonight) I remember seein u in spaghetti straps Napsack held up by yo ass back When I seen it, I was like DAMN! Girl, do you have a man? Body looked like it was wrapped in saran Hear me Told me no, I was kind of surprise Really Out late night, spending mad cash chillin' See the walk you were walkin, open my eyes And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs But there ain't nothing wrong 'Cause we both grown Hitting in morning til we strong grown And we strong moan and waking up the block And getting all confused, not sure if im your boyfriend Don't dwell on these minor details Let's cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails We could rock on, and cruise on Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong Shit's on, oh girl CHORUS (Saukrates) You frontin like I ain't 'bout to knock it (mm mm) I got a rocket in my pocket (mm mm) Two tickets to your ecstacy And one for this chick standing next to me If she with it, shit I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) Baby is u wit it (is you wit it, you know i'm wit it, wit it) I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) I'mma hit it See I was peeping your style You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand Now baby doll these people, notice who you are So they ready try to score Pulling out their bill folds, buyin red rose to give you I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes I see your eyes movin in stealth mode But then you realize, oh shit it's Chocs on the side She movin to my side, and when she walks she glides Body looking strong like Cadillac designs She moves close, her finger running up my elbow And then invites me to her humble abode Check it, Now before I get it, first she walks around nekkid Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested She's hefty breasted, movements fuel injected She says she's rough at first, but when I start to groan I be closing every night and take it straight to the dome So we could rule the world or you could stay at home But tonight she be ready to bone, it's on Oh boy (CHORUS) See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty Like the sex messy and ready to go And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on) And not afraid to peel off the thong And not afraid to take it straight to the dome And for my dogs that make laws and cruise offshore With five in the pocket, or drop shitty cars For when it comes to strokes, bring beatness to Mars? And take no crumb cake to clear out the bars Watch yourself girl when you're playing it close 'Cause you'll get the strokes and then we're ghost It's on (CHORUS 2x) |
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INTRO (YlooK)
Uh..T dot O to the N dot Y That's how we do it Choclair, Kardinall hooked with my man Guru And YlooK bitch? What the f**k? (Choclair) Yo, T-dot rocks y'all We smoke and mix up in your face, you weeded So you drop y'all, leaving y'all hired skills depleated 'Cause you lockjaw, Chocs and Guru begin Can you believe this how we lock y'all Niggas who be talking how they bigger How you figure? You can spark with or talk with This raw artist You talk heartless but game straight harmless Snatch your mic out your hand Leave your fingers harmless We rottweilers, while y'all be the tires You need to retire F**king with Toronto, get your pink slip you're fired Kicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doors Guru be the bre-the-ren Bless the man, slide like the doors on the Caravan (Guru) The ill format, the skills all that Twist enemies Jack Let's counteract, plus build and all that In fact, take a flight to Toronto and back Be over there with Choclair, Kardinall with the track In the year born born, suckers have been forewarned Take you higher than hydro or Moet ?? Word is bond, it's on in this rap game I slap mens, mack dames, yes I'm a fly black king Stacking paper now, packing flavour now Hit you dead in the head now My hunger gotta get fed now My style's similar to a fierce knuckle hit Or like hollow-points to pierce your whole f**king frame CHORUS X2 (Choclair) {Guru} A-yo witness the fitness Who's next on the hitlist? Rap so exact that you can't do shit {Witness the fitness} {Who's next on the hitlist?} {Rap so exact you catch the shakes like a sickness} (Choclair) Now it's the skinny man dropping this Lock your brain, lock your lips Talking shit? Bust your game Career flops? I'm to blame What's the name? (yeah) Guru and the Chocs will reign Wild like the lion's mane walking through the rain Or walking through the pain of critic suffering Got my eyes on the prize with the red dot locked That's to keep it hot My hungry-ass niggas be down for the figures Green in the jean, Cruise like some act figures You f**king with some raw, suave, dog ass niggas Look into the eyes of the man that will be detrimental to your career If you even touch the micstand, nigga 'nuff said Verse 4: Guru Hear the battle cry Niggas getting herded like cattle to die Why? (why?) What the f**k you think? (what the f**k you think?) You know they want our type of species to become extinct Still we multiply, they can't really kill us They're upset, we're a threat 'cause their kids really feel us They think we're drug dealers, and some of us maybe are But I be the G-U-R-U of the Gang to the Starr I'm going far baby pa, dipping in a fly car Getting eyes from the honeys, parking up at the bar Always up to par when I spar And yo, while your protecting your neck I be like breaking your jaw Yo trizzack, your shit's wizzack I took that shit thizzack, it shouldn't of even been up on the rizzack Straight like thizzack, motherf**kers CHORUS A-yo witness the fitness Who's next on the hitlist? Rap so exact that you can't do shit Cut and scratched by YlooK "My attitude on the hoes.." <-- Choclair "I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes" <-- Guru |
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Trying to run with the Suave Dogs
(I can't get enough...) You know about this right here? Right here? Suave Dog shit It's, it's like (Circle!) People still be trying to talk but, you know, I really don't care I kinda just be floating on peoples Kinda just like just streamlining on peoples faces know what I'm saying? I be looking right at you Lotta people can't understand this shit right here, know what I mean? But I be floating, doing my thing anyway, regardless Know what I'm saying? It's like that.. I rock niggas off they blocks and leave 'em all in socks The Chiznock leaving heads knots indeed Chasin' me? You'll be tripping up - brush your knees Talking heat in my face nigga? Brush your teeth If you itching to get on brother, brush your fleece F**k with these, you'll be looking for cuts to bleed I be spilling milk ridiculous indeed Trying to f**k with the Chizzo I stay raw to the core I rock stages low grounds to high floors I break niggas down see y'all be forewarned You mourn the day when Chiznock wasn't in it Now don't get it twisted Chocs get you lifted Girls for weeks so I roll wit pure Shieks You're f**king with the wrong man and the wrong plan Choclair's the name and T Dot be the land Motherf**kers Hook: (I can't get enough) Solitair: We remain fresh for you nigga! (I can't get enough) Choclair: Circle Empire drops hits and stays fresh for days (I can't get enough) Solitair: We remain fresh for you nigga! (I can't get enough) Choclair: The Suave Dog drops hits and stays fresh for days Now the things that I do, well keep your eyes on me These hating people always trying to put some things on me But I do what I do I never sway to be no fades I be doing rhymes for love but also 'cause it pays Now ladies on these tips 'cause they think I got a whip Never messing with no tricks unless she's standing on her....eyyhk! Every move is calculated "Chocs you be high?" Yo I'm high 'cause my whole lyricals make me fly And people try to chastize but only capsize And these ladies with these nice thighs got me hypnotized Yo Chizzy! From NY to Shanghai To T Dot the O making moves like Rambo Now people here me coming so they flick they flambeaus Steel toe is I long time ??? I roll wit my Flow comes heavily now listen I keep it tight like virgins on they first night With some brothers who be stressing no question I turn your bitch ass to hush puppies ?Sicker suade? flat ace yo they think that I'm obscene 'Cause I shine like lips with vaseline Everybody what Hook Now I be doing this every day, every year Now people call me Chocs but the name is Choclair But no drama though I cruise right through the paranormal And give love like dominoes The Chizz-o rock from out the hilltop Yo I'm out for Gusto like Madlocks Understand the fact when I rap it's all about the illy flows I be with my illy Circle understand it I cruise now like as if I owned planet The Chocs ran it and now you standing ass naked Trying to pull it off like you getting these Drive Infinites but you standing with your pants at your knees You mad at me and pushing threats onto me Granted niggas watch my back so people mind what you speak You try to preach, but yo the writing's on the wall Still you try to bring me down but I'm higher than y'all Kinda flyer than y'all, but you niggas steady warring At my shit but you know every word, every line, every comma Every time I do a pause, every time I take a breath (Huuuuh!) Steady on the gear understand the flow "What you saying dog?" Individual, lyrical Is I, reflect like the lights off a 929 with deep dishes Chromed on ass ?suaving? the cap misses Understand me - the C to the H to the Z-N-O the C-K be the way The Choclair slays MCs is everyday Don't f**k with the man...'sup now? What Hook X2 Fresh for you... Yeah Circle enterprise Suave dogs Solitair 9-11 don't forget Silver House and the Girl Raspberry! |
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Uh...umm-umm
Yeah Breath on this one right here...ri-right here Breath on it Verse 1: (Choclair) Now you can either try to join us or run from us, but don't dispute it Choclair gon' leave your brain scarred The situation's hard These niggas who be hating and dissing, but now I'm paid, now they looking for jobs I don't give a f**k of what you saw back in 9-5 All things that I say, despite your long eyes Were all wise, leave you in awe like God rise All words that I say, All get! All kinds! And break all spines, and why wouldn't Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it" So many niggas be dissing us niggas But when these niggas confront 'em, up in their face that they be afraid to admit it I slap 'em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted You heard this kid, roll with me, glide with me Take my hand, come slide with me Do you think you roll with Chocs and Bleek (What the f**k y'all thinking) So don't be bringing your shit round here My advice to you is get your ass back Before it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back Choclair put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch Chorus: (M. Bleek)- Do you ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop (Choclair)- They don't ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the cops I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the block Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon' stop Verse 2: (Memphis Bleek) Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, paid up Instead you wanna see a nigga sprayed up Only use the waste up And I still bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up F**k y'all nigga wanna do, Huh duke I know thug niggas creep with a gun duke Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the jump off Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, nigga jump off It's real here, playa, you know what the deal here Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit still here Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked black In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the mack At y'all niggas who hate me, don't mistake me Nigga, the money ain't create Bleek When I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my P-Js Chorus: Verse 3: (Choclair) Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth brother Knee deep, up in your women, circle, be my brothers underground in the gutters Submerged under the nonsense Those happy childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk Really big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile Listen in, niggas say they gonna f**k me up now Need to understand paranormal land expands People catching cock stand, when I touch mic stands Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve Little brother from the Bridgemont-C People looking for a gig, your star's fading I say step to the side when young guns blazing Chorus: (Repeat 2 times) |
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INTRO (Choclair)
Everybody's got something to say Everybody's got something to do Something to talk about "Whenever I move, eyes glued" <-- Choclair Everybody wants to try and draw cards They ain't got nothing to shuffle And if they got some cards they playing with nothing but jokers (Choclair) My attitude on the whole is, f**k dumb shit My niggas stay suave so f**k a dumb bitch And niggaz who be actin like they bitches And bitches who actin like they niggaz, but they still a bitch Don't make my long finger itch, Come bitch and complain Make my back strain No dough to contol you further Pirate niggaz, wild for the night Bre-X motherf**kers, whenever I move eyes glued And always got something to prove I could care less about your attitude And what you think about us I stay focus cause greedy cats always chase us We all tryin to bust, so stick and move, stick and move Nigga on our train just because of our grooves Other niggaz call names to bypass dues Nigga I see you I just choose not to address You, your wack crew, your whole flop set Imagine I was unsigned and had more respect I was gone for some time but still the first on your breath You haven't done shit I hate to see the next man rise Crack your oven but I'm done Surprise! CHORUS X2 (Choclair) (Saukrates) (What you want, from me) (Nigga, Nigga) When ever I move eyes glued I drop shit whether it's smooth or hard dude Leave you all confused When ever I move eyes glued (Choclair) Now some cats tried to f**k with big dogs But forget a dog'll tear them with one slam in their jaw I got my own thing never rumage through yours Mine soars like an eagle, yours is floored as paws Unappealin' like a cold sore, a blemish On your whole track record, you apoligize Want me on your side, nah f**k it Take it back you got wack shit, don't associate Was a nice guy 'til niggaz tried to hit the gate You was all diet and now your hands reach for my plate But, you can't eat my food duke, too spicy Got a long belly on the industry Flip burgers to pasteries Look at me with your long teeth Bitin' on my word lookin for raw beats Bitches gettin mad when they call me 'YOU DIDN'T RETURN MY PAGE' Bitch I been on the road for 4 weeks, cool off When I get there, I'mma break you off Niggaz actin hard but they soft Cause they more space then lost And more race then cars Hatin me 'cause i do tours Long dick givin' y'all a long kiss goodbye CHORUS (Choclair) This was meant for a few Some was individualized 'Cause niggas insist to chastized and chastize I still penetrate like I'm between two thighs My conglomorates takin' down your whole opera-tion Niggas who hate to make themselves sound great Stun cats 'cause my system draw cats like Bayton You hear me son, can't compete wit the suave dog Circle enterprise is the clique Wanna be me Mistique your hoe Your story's untold why me? 6 foot 1, a bill seventy I'm the logo when exposed I come heavily Is it me, (or is it my personality) Is it me, or is it my personality That make you all envious of us quick to bust Like a dick getting sucked by 2 dutch, with big tits and blonde heads You straight pussy nuff said What you want from me? (Nigga, nigga) |
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Umm, for all these wild niggas (umm, yeah)
Some bullshitters, know what I'm saying (yeah) Straight runnin. wild (realize) doing their thang, yeah For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah) John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah) Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game) Don't know (Don't know) It's all a game... (Verse 1) Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore (yeah) And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young They leave .em by their loved ones People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting like some savages (savages) People acting it, pulling triggers and they stabbing kids (stabbing kids) They pose as bad boys up in club scenes Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans Then Po-Po, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some next shit {*tires peel out*} Now we got our G-stripes, bragging rights Little kids with no direction, look at him right Cause he got my car to style, Medina robber style Yeah, he bad now, but remember, what comes around, goes around (shhhh) Who be blind to the future You need to understand You need to understand, my man (Yeah!!) Chorus: Peoples get themselves caught up, and then shot up Bucked to the head for all the shit they done brought up The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient Wild niggas, who be acting like they free-pacing (Verse 2) Now, as time goes by He's looking out his window, see some people outside With dark clothes and dark shades And all around is pure clouds packing rain He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that Shit's going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4-pound (4-pound) He waits around, with the sweat dripping from his brow Where the law be now, nervousness has his head swinging side-to-side Checks the door, he's see his man up in the ride He's rolling outside, first looking all around The sniper fire from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground He makes a mad dash to the car door Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor {*tires peel out*} Now bullet-proof windows, they be reflecting it Now he's thinking back up to the party, he's regretting it But he's deep in it, and there's nothing he can do, but to call his boo Who be at home, taking care of his one year old He says, situation's thick, there's niggas after me It ain't no stopping them, until they capping me (naw) Hold the fort down, I.ll be aight, I.ll give you a call in the morn She says there's two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door He calls his man Nick, to check the situation (situation) When he arrives all he sees is an assassination (assassination) And when they one step ahead, so now an ambush is in the waiting Understand, you need to understand, my man (You need to recognize and realize, boy!) Chorus: (Repeat 2 times) (Verse 3) Now there's vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what's stolen He tells Jermaine to meet him at the docks At 5 o.clock, keep the glocks cocked I got the blueprints, to run up on these niggas (Word up dog!) So when the time comes for them to meet He sees the car, but finds Jermaine slumped in the driver seat (what to do) People cut themselves off of him, cause if they down they be shot too His mother's in the rage, face on the front page Now the man's after him, the clan's after him, mob's after him He's still at damage son, last thought's killing (uhhh) The only thought in his head, now to do is run Buys his ticket at the International pier son Not, knowing that there's man Standing behind .em with, 9-millimeters in hand (He turns around to his surprise) Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside And the people did the shooting, got away up with his life-time (Ah-yo) Chorus: (Repeat 3 times) (You fucking with your life boy) Yeah, (uh-uh) wild niggas (uh-uh, wild niggas) You fucking with your life boy (You fucking with your life boy) Uhhh, You fucking with your life boy Uhhh... Chorus: (Repeat 1 time) |
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