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(ahhhh, ahhhh)
c'mon, c'mon, bounce - bounce c'mon.. bounce, rock, roll (ahhhh, ahhhh) *You can do, whatever you want Whatever you like It's your own life So let me be, to do what I want To do what I like Cause this is my life It's been about ten long years, my skin wreaks flavors that your incense couldn't match We burn slow like syphillis in your piss, accomodated with the penicill-in, you're listenin, to This "Art Official" will keep your shoes moonwalkin Soon to talk about, "Pop Music" You'll buy it cause you choose it A lot of MC's is really S&M'n Whips and chains, I maintain like a old jazz singer Ella Fitz. in any location Held back in rotation, an apple a day only makes a nigga fruity I eat responsibilities to carry out my duty Crim in the MD's, I pull it out just to polish it Make notes if you earnin or wait your turnbuckle I stick to gettin mines like stucco (ahhhh, ahhhh) *Repeat I'm that full-time rapper, the nickname's Llama Part-time father if you ask my daughter's mommas Missin in action cause the action got a fraction of the world listenin to me Got me travellin overseas in lands constantly Got a sea of hands wavin, ain't misbehavin but a lot of kids cravin for somethin they ain't got Like the keys to the ride and a pocket with a knot and it's holdin they ground til they rot in it Plottin it, lockin it down strong cause it's nuttin wrong gettin your bubblin on sticker But too much bubblin can make you fizz quicker So watch your stack, keep your fam intact and pay attention to the now, I'm clearin the mess While they stressin back in the day, I'm at the front of the night with my crew shinin light on the (ahhhh, ahhhh) *Repeat (x2) Now we on top of this like a typical bed position Peepin your view, got your whole crew wishin and waitin Makin dollars out of ten dime pieces who be sippin out the glass suckin on the lime pieces included In my pieces I pen the good livin And even when we're stressin from in the hood livin at least we're livin and there ain't no hell in that Give me a yell in that, and go (ahhhh, ahhhh) I wanna see the world ten times over Dive off cliffs and land on oppotunities unthinkable You sinkin straight to the bottom; while I float in parades that St. Patty couldn't put up All my niggaz tryin to build, then throw your wood up Design life like PNB gears so stand clear for the blast off Last off my chest, peace to Dav West Live your life to the fullest (ahhhh, ahhhh) *Repeat You can do.. what you want.. what you like Let me be.. what I want.. what I like |
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| 5:30 |
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[Dove] Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life; got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me! I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC Love money like I love my moms Love my nigga Com Sense when he bang dents all up in they wallets Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine so y'all are fuckin the same hoes who used to be mine [Tash] And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my people Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal dose of hop-hippin if you thought CaTash was slippin then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin CaTash put the dip in dip dive socialize Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized [Xzibit] Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this Hand over fist - how can a man act like a bitch? Change and switch, snitch on his crew Yo get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you [Pos] And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts Smugglin these cuts from S.C., you best be- -lieve there's no web or leave a net We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo Chorus: all together What you know about my writes? (my writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what you know about an off night? (uhh) What you know about niggaz frontin for the light? And what you know about them gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) [Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, look I'm Samson without Delilah, the soul survivor The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol My telly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin shots I called My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts Step into my office cause it's time for you to roll somethin One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin [Pos] Yo these style I kick should be called ?? rap Drawin the pussy out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh) The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain but the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name So pass the mic so I can put in my share I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin flights to rip it elsewhere [J-Ro] Drinkin up Black & Tan in the back of a van I learned as a young man - long trip, piss in a can Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own land Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin Black Tarzan You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a Stand and go Uptown Saturday Night like Ichiban [Dove] I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty) Dirty like Uncle Red; aiyyo, (??) (??) Dirty brown Likwit flow thicker than the Yoo-Hoo Dirt you dishin out, chef tellin it all Face down in the dirt, doin my dirty work Expert, tryin to regulate my network Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it Chorus w/ minor variations [Tash] And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave "Potholes in Yo' Lawn" (C'mon!) You makin diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way I can shut y'all niggaz down like the Y-2-K I did a tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe We on the same vibe, cause real niggaz coincide ("Right-right-right..") The situation is drastic but see songs like these is why this album goin classic [J-Ro] This is for the DJ, bring it back one time I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme I'm - old school like my dad is So add this, to your collect', Plug Won - who the baddest? [Pos] Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys Them little Pips, they done tripped the wire Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin these tunes In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms [Xzibit] Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the plastic and I gotta say no names Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame Brand name fresh out the box type hustle Manpower success is mind over muscle Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss Nailed to the cross it's time to return My only concern is makin sure that Hollywood burn, Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, trick-ass niggaz is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down [J-Ro] Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that And what you know about us droppin ya and leavin you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera? Chorus w/ minor variations [Chorus extended] Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes) [Tash] You got the right to shut the fuck up! {*laughing*} |
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| 4. |
| 5:24 |
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[Redman] *
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City) [Pos] Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there? [Dove] Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare [Pos] While we rockin it, I'll rock in it (rock in it) Like the little ball inside the spray can Providing three coats for both child, woman and man Chorus One: Redman God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall It go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! [Pos] It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk' Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug A life filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs love Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice [Dove] Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss [Pos] Most crews are post-current while we're forever Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages Graduated from the you-and-I-versity of hard-hitters, for real Chorus Two: Redman I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! [Dove] Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong I had plans to buy more land, plant corn Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat Big money's make the big decisions Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission Back to the second half of the feature flick Dick stacks and fuck rap [Pos] I had a name for makin paper since paper mache Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn [Redman] Damn God, you're killin it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it Rap cats talk with no will in it [Pos] Soundin like they virtual This joint'll hurt you, yo [Dove] Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD's of shiny-suit rappers and flossin emcees who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees [Pos] Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes You need to not get nappy with me Or else we gon' "relax your mind, let your conscious be free" Chorus Three: Redman Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed Brick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! |
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Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh
Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh, ohh we talkin bout *Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. (Mmmmmmm) I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won I drop a certified gem, for him and her Knockin on your radio, like the Crash Crew ask whoever you want - I'm managin the funk on the paper Outside of that we pull capers for days Ridin throughout the maze of street, while we blaze the beat Watchin the sweet things wiggle they butt to Plug Three, on the cut, movin on ya what- -ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin our point, to ya position Rippin stages with my thought coalition Carryin on, eradicate all your stress mode Just another episode through these area codes We bankin on *Repeat It's the hot-ness, talked about but never seen like the Loch-Ness, til ya cop this; drop it inside your vein, and like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and arms You're high off our talent and charm Check the caliber - this be a smash like some food on stage for Gallagher Wear ya bib, cause it's messy Niggaz schemin on my +Girl+ as if my name was +Jesse+ Watch your manners! Now let me pass it off to Dave Banner Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue Small talkin in the big city, it's all about gettin the coins Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin They sportin a dot com Viet marker bomb on your metro - MARTA order iron horse Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher I'm cuttin your girl - we on a world tour Supplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya *Repeat Freak freak freak freak the funk the funk the funk the funk funk freak the freak the freak the freak the freak the freak Freak freak the funk freak freak the funk We ain't walkin on a yellow brick road These streets stay red and bloody kid Study your code, so you can easily pass I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation If you crossin my line, nigga do the same I' guaranteed to run through and prove the game ain't bigger than the pieces in it You see the pieces in it had me stuck travellin one side of map Clappin hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap Long hauls and livin out a suitcase man Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man Ain't nuttin better than explorin the outskirts especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on, and it's on *Repeat [Pos + Dove going "Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh" every 2 lines] Yo - it's like, the Mercenary gettin down And we got, Dave Banner gettin down And we got, Maseo gettin down And of course, my nigga Eno gettin down And we got, Jay Dee gettin down (say word y'all) And of course, the Slum V gettin down And we got my man Khrist gettin down And we got, Com Sense gettin down And we got, N.D. gettin down You know Troy Hightower gettin down And we got, C. Smith gettin down And my nigga, Dave West gettin down.. |
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| 3:22 |
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Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha
Ha ha Flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin bout? De La y'all, whatchu talkin bout? Whatchu talkin bout? Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot) It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!) Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz that hiss but won't bite - false alarm And if it don't +Rockwild+ we fin' to drop a bomb (Word up) +Strong+ grip on a mic like we +Stretch Arm+ I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn Get smacked for the B.S. you been on Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato Rhymes still drippin like stu-b's, you groupies need to show I.D. before the bust down Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo and drop it on you heavy like a hippo (Now you heard that?) *To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all Ladies get down shake yo' ASS around, I hope you know that I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all To all my soldiers on the corner I.C. Y'all (see y'all) Women doin what they wanna I.C. Y'all To them people gettin pulled over I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back with letters spellin out my name All over your marquee, cause the spark is me Currently we can be seen across your screen Stayin wide-eyed cause you niggaz tryin to scheme Welcome to the spot - I'm slaying with it Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device Tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D who quoted Vance Wright - no one can serve us! My squad advance heights quite superb Just kick off your shoes - jump on the jock It's been a long time comin this you NEED to cop! *Repeat It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four) Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor) So raw shit the most raw you ever saw Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door Baby - open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is my mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yo Forever we gettin this CHEDDAR with the quickness While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes We gettin money with whoever - even the Jews The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes Fuck a nigga up with De La like I can amuse *Repeat |
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Yo.. we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down) Yo! We bout to get it (get it) get it (get it) get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down) Yo! *We run it, HOT! When we over the drums To the, TOP! Cause the bottom we're from We got the, DROP! On your weekend crew cause you're full-time talkin while we peepin your view Rahubat, you know my name I run my humbleness with fame God-body, nuttin plain while you claimin shepherd that you heard this you, heard this on day first Watch my man, he'll make it worse Ain't no new click, we still Native Clothes knit, stitched tight, related that's the way we handle it Pin us up or mantle it We on fire you candle lit Daydreamin, on a rack Get bought worn and brought back We sport rhyme thought real tight to gain sizes much bigger Live life well, get mail filled with checks from sales we deliver Spend a little, make a little I want it big like white boy wallets Credit delievered, Fed-Excellent To my dot com, we on the web like Charlotte's Hornet, back her up, she too much on it Your plastic ass'll get swiped past the limit see you the type to get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night *Repeat while we peepin your view while we, peepin your view We got they eyes on lock Let them flock to your wit while I spit after you Look ma, I'm still rhymin Baby boy still providin Breakin bread in four states Makin these struggles get gone Private eyes, I see y'all spyin You watch while I clock Fertilize my brain data Makin accounts grow green like the front lawns Yo I may be old school but I'm not no old fool Heard out your mouth words flee bout "These niggaz ain't nice" You just barbershop talkin while we round the world walkin B, you ain't D.M.C. You slip and fall on my ice No lyin, straight shinin I give you supper from my upper diamond You got limbs so climb in Yo, soak up what you find-in We too pure for you to try You sniffin maybe's and if's And if "if" was a spliff Man we'd all be hiiiiiiiiigh-iiiiiigh.. iiiggghhhhh.. .. but it's not, so sober up You flashin out like you paparaz' You'll need to take a liver shot to feel the heat on how we runnin it, YO *Repeat (x2) cause you're full time talkin while we, while we while we lettin you know I'm in a certified rhyme meadow for days If you ask Mercenary bout this shit, it pays Hitting Willie Mays style out the park Mastering in this +Art+ that's +Official+ Your ears absorb this like tears, on a tissue cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp Distinct like E-Double's lisp L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it Got it? Get a piece Got product that you all should own and not lease Some say drummers play synonymous with ill with wordplay, that keep us all paid like a bill We're the parent company You the sub in my D-I-vision You don't know how.. |
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| 4:24 |
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Now check it (sup?)
Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool) We gonna, set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed (Yeah that's right) You know La-la-la-la-ladies first and all that (That's right ladies first) So peep it - you see this girl who been poppin MAD shit about you So I want you to get into it a little bit I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that ?? flirt [Indeed] I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my teeth It's the last day of the week, man what a relief My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff so I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff That's when I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow Beemer This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was Tina She was braggin she was goin on tour The same shit she was screamin since the year before Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV Heard that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me Workin underground circuits and mad cyphers of people When she asked who was ill, all she got was Indeed She wanna battle (what?) and it wasn't hard to tell All that I was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my L I had four hours left and I was tired as hell Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she know Joe Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro Forty-below Timbos, fatigues saggin Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin on her gold fronts with her name on it Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it I peeped the stee' - then I crushed her with ease just for interruptin me while I was rollin my trees AIGHT? (Whoo!) That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word) Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up for my man Mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this) (whassup?) Yo, I don't want you to make it like a story or nuttin (aight) I just want-want, want want-want want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme shit - rip a nigga in his ass! And let him know how WE do it, y-y-y'know? [Pos] Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines David J push the whip while Candy Cal pull dimes And me right behind, with the shorty gettin her math to do the Savion routine and just, tap that ass Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggaz crippled Had em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple My +Art is Official+ while you're art-ificial Break you down to your very last participle Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim Me gettin taken out is rare like a smile from Rakim See I'm remarkable, you're just bull last name shit, y'all niggaz need to quit Open your mitt, and catch this I autograph every word you bit ??Testify then?? take your picture Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya while your whole clan is blam Understand that you must be smokin POUNDS of weed out of a pipe and mistook your munchies, for bein hungry for the mic And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly real like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates Put the whole entire plate in your face Make the point like who's that on that joint? It's me I'm in everything you see like ??, yo I'm in demand I'm in the club man I'm in your hand bein bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl The only thing you're in is in acting Your world'll be smashed Run against the Won and you'll be last like that call for alcohol, depletin your cash That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass y'knowhatmsayin? Know-know-know, know-know, know-know dat! Hahahahahaha {*ghost weed skit 2 follows*} |
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| 4:59 |
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Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh! Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh! *It ain't all good, and that's the truth Thangs ain't goin like you think they should - it's all on you x2 **I don't care about what you think you see the thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been through and paid my dues Can't change how you feel, cause it's - all on you-whoahhha-ohhh-yeah I wish that, you could be a little bit more upfront Weigh the situation how you want (right) The lovin that you claim is just a four letter word The third letter's invitin so visualize the verb You curve thoughtways when you're handlin the candleabra so you sittin on the baby grand Transmittin like you're made of man but you paint a funny face like a chick When I see you I'ma tell you quick that uhh.. *Repeat I can't believe we built this large pizza pie together No pepperoni Yeah you wanted extra cheese, sometimes I gave you extras How we divided slices like the Red Sea theory I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn zapora Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror but my microscope couldn't see or cope with that I had to bolt from that, and left you dead in the sea It's better for me, I'm satisfied with reppin for D We were certified hot, then dropped to lukewarm Now we back up in the spot, claimin never been gone Niggaz who cut us off, wanna reattach us now (Them girls who brushed us off, say they want some #'s to dial) Yeah I give that ass a number, and some lumber to pile Now catch a curve from my kick (or show me lovin by brick) So stick to the same plan, don't come shakin my hand like we peeps, it ain't beef but be sure to understand Between us, it ain't all.. *Repeat (x2) You see them kids be schemin on what we done copped Always out there schemin! They steady fiendin for the moment they can get us off the block Why they always fiendin? Your people might have your back, but you need to watch your front Indeed, ain't nothin guaranteed That's the truth! Things ain't goin like you think they should A lot say they wanna walk in my size 10's Aight then; here's a pair Lace 'em up tight then you might feel what was dealt to me You see ain't no young boys up in here; keep a clear head Tryin to keep my pockets on stuffed - like deer heads upon the wall, so all the gall we get from y'all DON'T FAZE So mind your biz and walk away cause I'm never gonna let you up inside my maze ** Repeat *Repeat (x2) Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh! Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh! x3 |
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| 2:56 |
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Yo, this girl called me..
"Hi Pos! Heard your shit, back in style baby!" .. heard the De La, said I'm back in style y'know? Heh.. "You-you-you.. you need to stop" "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" (Prodigy's say) "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" (P. Smith's) "There's always ONE.. (ONE!)" "Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains" (Rebel INS's) "There it is!!" "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" (Prodigy's) The average MC sells terror We nail terror up against the wall for target practice Not one of your top five MC's but I see clearly with ease you lack this Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast playin host to your regiment who rally to boast, but now boast no more They got floored by the sight of my ledger print I came specifically, to fracture yo' ability to grandstand anywhere next to me This is the year, when the true better man keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word!) Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated by the ones who hated me on spittin tighter Salute these "Supa Emcees" for bein clever; and never use the weed as a ghost writer "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" (Prodigy's) "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" (P. Smith's) "Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment" (Malik B's) "Yeah, word up!" "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" (Prodigy's) Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin scared so in one stare they gettin strapped Cash rules NUTTIN from below the belt The dick choose to melt asses where them dollars at? (Where them dollars at?) Musta been bitten by a rabbit Actin silly like that; your pop culture need a diaper change I'm snatchin the mic, like I'm lootin with a whole lot of shootin while you're keepin out of sniper range Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze you dead center in your tracks with your hands high Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix All the hard rocks at liquor spots All over the scene, makin it messy so we make a clean getaway to a better day Can't say the same, for them cats who left the game cause they couldn't claim the better pay This ain't no masquerade so the mass parade of people need to stop frontin There's truly a few makin them hits while us, we got our mitts closed cause you on the field buntin Make it to third bass, but never reach home The word is, your whereabouts is unknown While we're that point of view, that you never really knew with the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La!) "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" (Prodigy's) "Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" (P. Smith's) ROCK A BYE BABY!! ON THE TREE TOP!! WHEN THE WIND BLOWS!! THE CRADLE WILL ROCK!! ROCK!! RO.. |
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"Turn that shit off man! What's wrong with you man?
You know we got a party man, get the other record!" (Here we go..) ".. (Let it go!) Just one more time!" -> from "Stix N Stonz" (Mike D) It's the M-I-K, E ohh to the D I'm comin exquisite and V.I.P. Tryin to spread some love like roots on a tree Stayin true to this vision in the Y2G (Dove) Two G's got em scratchin it like the fleas And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop (Ad Rock) Noooooowww; it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV (Pos) I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide We like four planets on the mic Aligned arrays retired all in the days Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames (Ad Rock) When I was nine, I played with slime Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes I got a million like rhymes leavin ya stung I got my own crew called the nasal tongue! (Dove) Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin (okay) Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix (Disc jock!) It be some classic material kid (Disc jock!) Got the calm cats blowin their lid (Disc jock!) You get plush off the rack and buy plenty or more we got em by the stack (Disc jock!) Got us walkin all over the world for all the fly fellas and all the fly girls (Disc jock!) You can't get enough when we servin this (repeat 8X) Come on - SQUAT! (Pos) Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock (Ad Rock) Ad Rock in the house you don't stop! It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass (what?) You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher Get on the mic if you love all the creatures (Dove) Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin round my baracuda Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter Called em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep em level, and smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!) Firm on the mic since my days of a child Got a "License +TOO+ Ill" to flash to police The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys Bringin "Noise" like P.E. to your TV (Pos) Aiyyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed Stripped to the rhyme! And every line made from scratch Attached like stripes to shell-toes Thin spools that hold the herb Mike what's the word? (WORD!) (Mike D) It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la Rhymin over old breaks like the Mardis Gras Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La (Disc jock!) Get the people dancin for real (Disc jock!) Theater (jock!) holdin mass appeal (Disc jock!) You can't get enough STILL so here's another dose for you to feel! Put ya body in it! (repeat 8X) Come on - SQUAT! (Mike D) I'm feelin good, damn good, but also confused This stuff from hip-hop that's bein misused It's desirin, acquirin, tryin to be like Iverson if it means backstabbin and also conspirin (all together) Nowwww, the people in the front - you do the bump bump The people in the back - they're not the whack whack The people in the middle - come on and wiggle wiggle And the people on the side - we can all take a ride! (Dove) In my VW I done swung an ep' or two The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls Skiddin out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock (Ad Rock) Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper From the middle school like the educated rapper I'm known as an occupational MC You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?! (Pos) Its the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (ROCK!) Reachin elevations too far for the eye (EYE!) Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages Seen (all over the globe) and all the types who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear (to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views from two crews spittin for the art of it We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it (Dove) Started it ever since we minced meat You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog Stay there! I'ma play there (cuz they pay there) In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out (Beastie Boys) Signin off, signin off, our work is done So come on party people.. Have (have) have (have) have FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ".. (Let it go!) Just one more time!" -> from "Stix N Stonz" |
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That's right, I'm dancin y'all
I'm gon' keep on dancin into the new millenium Ya understand what I'm sayin? Hey De La Soul, Beastie Boys I love the way y'all doin this baby Y'all just gotta keep kickin it because the kids don't know, the other people don't know but they all gon' know now because me the Chief Rocker Busy Bee gon' just keep kickin flava babyyy! Ah like this Just dance, and don't quit cause the music is gonna be the shit I just dance, and don't quit cause the music is gonna be the shit And now once upon a time in the place to be They was standin in line to see the Busy Bee When I pulled up to the curb in my ninety-eight I rushed inside so I won't be late You know the party was packed, where you couldn't even move And Busy Bee rocked, to the funky funky grooves To the beat that makes you want to freak Ah to the beat that gets rump out your seat Ah to the beat that makes you say Busy Bee, Busy Bee is in the house, ha HAH!! I like the way this is goin down man Ahh this is just too much We just gotta keep doin this Because this is how we do it No static, no automatics This is just how we just gon' keep kickin this flavor baby.. |
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[Intro/Chorus: *sung*]
Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby (repeat 2X) [Dove] How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz when you lookin like somethin I need to know about? I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin your arm when you'd pass But I see you got class besides all that Yeah I'm picky in my own way too While the rest of these fools is lookin to screw your brains out I blamed that on why I stand froze Practicin my hello's, hey lady, how you doin? Renewin these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here Shit I don't even know your name yet (word) Ain't sure what your character contains yet But damn lady, you could be my Valentine Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway I grow my confidence in words the Henny way - yeah, buy me a drink so we can sink into that thought path.. [Chorus] [Pos] Now you know you ain't right, eyein me up all night despite the fact some kid is runnin chitta-chat in your ear How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there when we can make, such an obvious pair? Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit? I'm peepin how you move it to the pace of the beat Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours Your heavenly body rushin the tide to shore Your heavenly body rushin these guys to the floor to find pleasure in your double digit design, but these clowns look hurt And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman ex-pert Understandin how the ovaries and all that shit work Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised that I'm movin closer - don't be, I'm supposed to D.C. Are you for real or a tease? [Dove] Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal Ain't nuttin dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision (Caught you watch-in) my every move from the door Teran escortin us to V.I.P., we live in D.C. Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess Suckin the straw huh? You know the head game First place chick girl I'm all about winnin too I want my trophy life-sized in a see through [Pos] This ain't your average, whip on your battered bridge drivin song, your partner isn't your type So I type it long with that ink that won't budge or smudge off your memory; courtesy of SkyTel My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1 Also need the math to your tele ph-one Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed but sound the buzzer, I'm comin to sub [Chorus] - 1.25X |
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| 4:06 |
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Ladies and gentlemen!
We got De La up in the house tonight They just walked up in here We gon' see if they can come up here and do a lil' somethin for us Yo, it's star-studded in here I'm on the moon like the first man First can I grab is gon' get it She all independent but want her throat wetted Tight from the floor to height See I saw the night, in dream bubbles I fiend to see double so I sip until my bladder bust You in V.I.P., so why you mad at us? (Word) By-stand, I'm in the world fox-trottin gettin my Fred Astaire on, follow my lead girl *Me and you come over, we do it like the cha-cha, just like we at the Cop-a, Ca-bang-a (uh-huh) x2 For all my niggaz runnin around like the mothership landed Or is it because there's some others who handed their daughters over to the night life Yes we tryin to find a night wife to get wit Interface with they whole clique, I force the draft I get the first pick, run this easily Kick rule like D, Joey and Jay Around the way, we're goin but first tell all these women who ain't knowin *Repeat (x4) Yo.. I talk no shame upon this I got aim all on this to shoot and score the trout who's actin all cute and out of position while I'm wishin to get her bottom limbs arched like a grasshopper Puttin in work to make it last proper Ninety percent of the time is on my mindframe So I'm game to reign up to par while my fam runs it cool up at the bar, I stay clearheaded Lettuce enough cheese to get shredded We like Navy Seals lookin for the gold Our natural appeal got them others on hold Them girls dealin with us tonight Came with the large appetite and got served Got nerve to think less, you can bless me and my kinfolk Rushin up against my yolk-sac promote that pimp play upon how we get it on for real! *Repeat (x2) You see you hopeless up in the spot Talkin a lot of champagne taste holdin 40 ounce pockets Switch the sprocket to gear to top of the year We gon' drop it like confetti on it, get ready on it Her fast ass wanna get all Andretti on it Makin my main man Poke like Trakmasterz Blazin-trail, we Portland to Nor-ton "Honeymoon" flicks don't exist in this I sip a little left to twist spines together Vertical hold, we gon' combine together (yeah) Even if we spill the love we got compliments up at the front door Just tell em Dullah sent ya Thirty minute Tae*Bo shit's how I bench ya All on a Saturday night, step to life I love the way Sally walk Bow legged in a two piece steel, we live in New York We live in New York *Repeat (x4) |
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Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner
Scannin proper with my sight muscle This rap shit, is just my night hustle My J-O's to stay fearin of my G-O-D Whether what may, meet me at the front door See the pressure got a nigga knockin shit off his desk Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue Stay pertinent to the issues Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run Stay dumb like black folks some suppose see mostly fakin it, to make it I play low-key til it's time for you to know me Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly Holy shit! Now look what I get A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people Them niggaz screamin fam til they rank measure equal then vote, without leavin a note, and that was all she wrote Arranged produced my slang's obtuse but some distort, tellin stories like Mother-the-Goose My true fam's is David J back since with Vince Mason We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series Been here, just pleadin the same case ever since we spaced about "3 Feet" Pinchin your ears, inchin for years but you still stuck at the mezzanine and we at the penthouse level with the same old rugs same old tubs, same old tables and same faults Same crew and the same old train of thought My guess you need to head West (who you foolin) Thought we'd fall for your phonyness you're (only foolin) yourself, thought you were down - it takes more than a smile and a couple of pounds to be crew Man you bound to get your tail caught (who you foolin) Spreadin yourself thin see you're (only foolin) yourself, thinkin all you need is the wealth You need to peep your whole circle out Yo, since Jam Master Jay been rockin without a band and that sister k.d. lang been sexin without a man we brought our ultimate plan to birth Put in work for this game, it's not a game to me We've been furnished the props Now we out to furnish properties we own That's right (so) cats might know we ain't home My throne's threatened by fiends, try to do dirt Play Tony Randall - have that ass cleaned Unveiled I see your exhibition, y'all need to cover that Fatherless styles, y'all really need to mother that Same expose, different page but when you see me in it it's the same old Dave Y'all silly, you're just a civili', I'm a soldier Troopin in this path til the death won us over So if life is a party begin, to understand just like the DJ, we stayin to the end How you think you gon' get away? (who you foolin) Changin faces on the regular you're (only foolin) yourself, big top status, paintin your face Who you think you really gonna fool huh? We watch, what we got so (who you foolin) around on my premises you're (only foolin) you, into thinkin you can break in too my place, and not have to face, our position Who you foolin.. only foolin |
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I WAS..
.. on my way, to the disco You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night Midnight to four, name at the door but the whole crew I can get in as well So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith Let this be a jam that we need not miss "Yeah I'm already en route," no doubt Might even jump up on the mic to make sure that this party's turned out And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line to stand we find girls screamin the blues Miscellaneous shoes everywhere "Yo Mase, what happened here?" ("Go Brooklyn!") Yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules Bump people and out come the tools Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews and that's why them dudes hearts all pumped Done closed the club down, cause one of they niggaz got jumped *Jump, jump, jump to it! Uh-huh, you heard the hook No matter you Braveheart or shook You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the *Repeat (x2) Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads My New York City dawgs seem to master the art When you hear the ("WHOO!") that's when the bullshit'll start It only takes a second less you got on ice Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass My only advice is don't fall and book ass For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara) Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!!) It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits Waitin for the first vic to disrespect Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the *Repeat (x4) It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies and ya best believe we came to party Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya for reasons like - not in the right part of town actin like you wore a crown Some occasions long and mean to earn the right to throw signs wearin only one color scheme And bein positive is no exclusion That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions for flossin your hard-earned shine I'm talkin games at the longest then it's some other niggaz time You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin, "Black people unite," and still catch a lump from the *Repeat (x4) Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped We had to put this one on the album y'know? Yeah - this is dedicated to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club Tried to knock me senseless They just couldn't get me though That's why I second round outside on 'em Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards and that's why my ass was hidin under the bridge (HAHAHAHA) |
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| 4:14 |
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Hahahahahahahahaha!
HA! Check it out! It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx That's right, and I came to check my niggaz De La Soul See y'all niggaz don't really wanna bust dat shit huh Yaknahmsayin? So I'ma show you niggaz the super-laser-gamma-ultra-killa-nigga special You niggaz ain't no killers You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody nigga You better keep rhymin nigga 'fore I smack the shit outta you you little fuckin sissy You niggaz ain't real; that's right It's De La Soul baby, and Bumpy motherfuckin Knuckles baby Alright, c'mon on! Check my stats, entire - apparat' Even from the days when I had to roll strapped Wonderin if I gotta go back to that Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts to tracks and stack, one ho got kayed Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades Fact of the matter my style will never fade Managin to keep it all A-grade So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth In all life some niggaz I know If I need a mayday Bust some fuckin niggaz tryin to play me cra-zay Causin interruptions to my big pay-day Playin with them guns make them fuckin lea-ry but if it's clear-ly Merely and surely and, how it's gotta be I got some thorough niggaz that's ridin me So witcha bullshit I'm not buyin it B Don't come around thinkin you can try it with me Cause uhh.. *You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh) You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no) You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh) You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (NO NO!) You don't wanna bust dat shit (UH-UHH!) You don't wanna bust dat shit!! Shick shick, CLIK-A-CLIK This is where my people headin at Innocent people are carryin gats Now what the fuck is all that? Is it cause times is live like a wire gettin shock treated by the crossfire Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared to make my decision for my livin I ain't the one +Robin+ I'm the one +Given+ Hip-Hop driven, and willin to die for it When Scott LaRock died man I cried and shit Then some cats got rich callin a woman a bitch but ain't no woman like the one I got and if you call her a bitch well you might get (*BLAM*) And I know the feelings is mutual It's uncivilized and unsuitable Crips and bloods are recruitable *Repeat Ha ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin point, HUH? You niggaz get the motherfuckin point, HUH? That's right so while you niggaz is sittin up in central booking Crying like bitches, HUH? I'm in the motherfuckin holdin block waitin for your sweet pussy punk ass And I'ma whoop the shit out of you for gettin on a fuckin record, actin like you a fuckin killer I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin killer's all about, HUH? You niggaz ain't no motherfucking gangsters You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin shit punk I'll punch your whole chest cavity out faggot You ain't no real nigga, nigga I'll smack the shit out of you cause you ain't a fuckin live nigga You sittin in central booking, cryin like a bitch Waitin for your father, to come bail you out and Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit nigga That's right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin know And yo De La, check it out - it's your motherfuckin man And if any one of them niggaz get sidewindin with you nigga let me know, and I will send them niggaz hot ones like I'm a motherfuckin Mexican - feel me on that one HUH? Cause them niggaz know me nigga Believe me nigga they know me The motherfuckin troublemaker, that's right And De La Soul, is rollin with Bump' Knux' nigga So WHAT?!?!! Tell me, WHAT?!?!?! A.O.I. Format 1 complete. Please Insert Disk 2 |
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