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Thank you, thank you
Yeah, this is Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal And right now I wanna welcome you to Guru's Jazzmatazz: Streetsoul This joint here is one of the hottest blends of hip hop, soul, rnb and jazz ever, defining a whole new style of music I got a family of artists, musicians and producers together And with their talents and gifts laid down some real ace shit I took the rarest ingredients, mixed them and fused them And now I'm giving it to ya all so you can gain from it and use it Had to put my signature on it so you can't confuse it I'm a veteran, I'm never losing So turn on your stereos and enjoy it, baby Guru's Jazzmatazz: Streetsoul |
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| 4:58 |
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Angie Stone:
Ooooooh-ooooooh (uh mm) (mmm) Ooooooh-ooooooh (uh mm, keep your) Yeah yeah, my brother Guru And Angie Stone (ooooooh-oooooh) And DJ Scratch (yeah mm mmm) Uhh Guru, and Angie Stone Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Guru: It's the, G-U-R-U, once again settin it off Lettin it off my chest plus, bettin it all Record sales, awards, accolades I'm, gettin it all Mad chips, right above my grip I'm, lettin 'em fall Who said the G-O-D wasn't comin to do his thing Who said the industry, wasn't gonna bow to this king? I paid dues stayed true so I, made it through If you handle your B-I fly guy you can make it too Your potential is infinite, be wise visualize witness it Why waste your time focusin your mind on limp shit? Angie understands me, and Scratch got my back So keep away from the fire, burnin desire, yo we got that Angie Stone: Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Guru: I've never been a, Stranger to struggle gotta maintain my hustle Used to let the anger bubble These streets can bring mad danger and trouble And I can do bad all by myself Do me a favor - don't be concerned about my wealth If you're one of my peeps, you're gonna know that But if I ain't feelin you player, huh My face is gonna show that So keep your eyes off my pockets Don't be surprised if I cocked it Can't outslick a can of oil, you never spoil my profits See how I'm flippin this here? Things are different this year Ain't got no time to listen to niggaz That be trippin this year Cause and effect, I always get, applause and respect When I rhyme, universal laws, truth and righteousness connect Angie Stone: You see the knowledge that I'm kickin's for you And there is nothin that another can do Try to stop me but I make it through Recruitin angels as a warrior I'm true People need people, it's true True pride will sustain In order to do what I do I can let you live With me inside my brain Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Guru: I've been tellin you, that there's war out here And I've been tellin you, that there's more out here So stop limitin your thoughts Stop reconstructin your plots It's more than luck it's an art No more, duckin from NARC's Haters stay at a distance, haters keep away from my fam Haters stay in my business, haters still playin this jam Mad Wisdoms, reflect the light of this man Some jealous rappers, tried to pick a fight with this man But despite all the nonsense, and false pretense I bomb this Peace to those I get along with, my real nigga I'm strong with And never get me twisted with no wack shit And all that foolishness you was kickin, heh I know you wanna take it back kid Angie Stone: Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Uhh.. Guru.. check it DJ.. Scratch and Angie Uhh.. Uhhhhh, ooooh yeahhh yeahhh |
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(If you ain't real about it, don't talk)
Guru: It's ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer heat Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps Got another beep now it's time to watch a brother creep And pull another scam, not yet the man but the brother's deep Ain't tryin to stay in this life for too long You tellin me that I'm bound to lose, but you wrong I'm too strong, plus me and my team's got a true bond I'll stay in these streets, you stay in the house where you belong Yo who's wrong, you never had to live in my shoes And my view's, that every second is vital The way I see nigga's the way I G it A raw ghetto entrepeneur, yeah I be it Not as glamourous, as the gangster flicks I'll show you some gangster chicks that hold me down we get rich And get this, bet this, I'm after payola The loot, the paper, til my hustlin days are over Donell Jones: I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm Gotta get the dough to win And I'm a baller yeah, baller Shot call-errr I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel For niggaz that wanna be actin ill All the player haters stay, off my nuts While I'm handlin business Guru: Illegal business, I need to invest in somethin legit This money's comin too quick, I copped a house and two whips Who switched it, not me, I'm keepin it real Keepin the steel while the envious watch hungry, I'm eatin my meal Late nights, there ain't no time for stage frights This ain't fiction, it's my mission to get paid alright? No need to speak about greed, long as I'm feedin my seed Then I'm completin the deed, so I'm keepin this cheese High-priced lawyers, I'm too nice for ya Never touchin the work no more, too precise for ya Controllin the town, holdin it down I'm the Master Allah Now, I'm showin you style I go in your file, and make you hard to locate Delete all your data don't disregard your fate I'll off you then I'm off with a honey like suave bola Shit I'm livin this life, til my hustlin days are over Donell Jones: I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm Gotta get the dough to win And I'm a baller yeah, baller Shot call-errr I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel For niggaz that wanna be actin ill All the player haters stay, off my nuts While I'm handlin business Guru: Bouncin in and out of town, hope I don't step out of bounds Chicks love to crowd around cause of my rep, how that sound? Enemies are growin in numbers, hopin to catch me slumber I wonder; how many are hopin to take me under? NARC's and Feds, throwin darts at my head Some new cats tryin to make me part with my bread Now I'm in a zone worse than Nino in Sugar Hill Now I'm all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill Now I'm facin the judge, my name on a folder In jail for life, my hustlin days are over Donell Jones: I'm a hustler, a hustler hmm Gotta get the dough to win And I'm a baller yeah, baller Shot call-errr I pack plenty of steel, plenty of steel For niggaz that wanna be actin ill All the player haters stay, off my nuts While I'm handlin business Oh yeah Yeah yeah yeah, uhh Uhh.. ooohoooohwooooohhh Get the paper, get the dough Cause I'm hustlin Gotta get the paper, get the dough Cause I'm hustlin And I'm a hustler And I'm a baller, yeah I pack plenty of steel So all the player haters stay, off my nuts While we handlin business Oh yeah, ohooooohhhhhohhhhhh Mmmmmmm ohhh ohhh, oh yeah If you're with me, throw your guns in the air Whoahoahaohohhhhohhhhhh, ohhh yeah |
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Guru:
Yo my girl's heated Cause I told her I was busy workin and I couldn't talk I told her I'd call her back later and she still got mad That was all I said, word up Why she buggin if I promised that I'd call her back Of course I'm honest plus I'm keepin things all intact I be stressed out baby, sometimes on my grind And on my mind, is a paperchase with minimal time She should know how it goes - I'm, still into her I got feelings for her, I been caring for her But really though; I mean she ought to know the deally-yo Especially if I'm in a meeting or out shooting a video I love her yo, but I'm just doin my job Ain't no need for confusion what I'm doin is hard I'm the type of man, with a serious type of plan I'm calmer no drama, no need for gettin hyper And upset with me, because I'm busy a lot And if I could you know I would, bring her with me a lot Ain't nuttin wrong word is bond, it's all in her head I was handling some business, and that's all I said Macy Gray: All, I, said.. I'll call you later Sometimes, I forget I love you baby don't be.. so upset I'll call you later is all, I said.. Guru: I'm confessin no question yeah I chill with my boys Still she gotta keep it real, either build or destroy This is deep right here, she completes my square Without a doubt, if she needs, I'ma be right there This world is crazy, she's supposed to help me stay sane Supposed to help with the pain, supposed to help me maintain And quote this, I'm focused on the dreams we share I got her all up in my mix, so it means I care This job of mine goes on and on, twenty-four hours a day And with trust we can win, in a powerful way When I get home, I'm gonna love her down I'll be like Teddy, get some hot oils, and rub her down I know she's bored, feels ignored, all by herself alone And she hates it, when I turn off my cell phone But it's alright don't wanna fight, it's all in her head I was takin care of business, and that's all I said Macy Gray: All, I, said.. I'll call you later Sometimes, I forget I love you baby don't be.. so upset I'll call you later is all, I said.. (Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh So watch as you hold on to my spine; I'll crush you Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh So watch as you hold on to my spine; I'll crush you) I think we are ready (We're ready as we'll ever be, girl your love is heavenly) What we gonna do now (We gon' do what we gotta do, I wanna see a lot of you) Just you keep it steady (I'm steady and secure you couldn't ask for more) C'mon let's work it out (Aight) Just don't hurt me now (Nah baby) All, I, said.. I'll call you later Sometimes, I forget I love you baby don't be.. so upset I'll call you later is all, I said.. (Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh So watch as you hold on to my spine; I'll crush you Baby when you're speakin like that, it makes me ooh So watch as you hold on to my spine; I'll crush you) I love you, babyyyy All, I, said.. all I said.. I forget I love you baby don't be (so mad) so upset |
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| 5. |
| 4:41 |
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Guru:
Niggaz gotta know we've puttin it down This shit is certified right here (whoo yes, yes) No games with this right here Straight to the di-dome, like this (uhh, uhh) Bilal: This right here, has been cer-ti-fied, For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify Guru: Prepare each element with raw street intelligence Dig the soul this is, complete elegance Heartbeat delegates when I spit each melon's hit Like to build ill like, repeat felons get Plus I'm jazzy and like to dress to impress It's the baldhead buddha, with the mic caress And I might suggest, that you broaden your mind You spend a lot of your time dancin to fraudulent rhymes Like a breath of fresh air we gonna, change the pace Not a mental slave, so save the angry face It's the return of the mellow voiced maestro, and my flow Eliminates the comp like Geico, Insurance - just for your body's endurance You get more for your money, or your partyin purest So don't start to get nervous now that we up in the spot We've been certified for years, you gonna love it a lot Bilal: This right here, has been cer-ti-fied, For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify J Dilla: Who, me? That nigga Jay, Dee Some plod to beats that I, flow to Run men through, with Gu-ru As for me, I be the nigga that's tight You got to se In order for you, to believe Singin these words, with ease Talkin bout, boom - a-shaka-laka -a-laka-laka-BOOM! Roll the weed and lose the seeds asshole You can breathe three-hundred-and-sixty degrees Of heat, sing with the soul Straight from the streets, of Illadelph Move your feet - ahh-HAH, pimp shit Big whips with full clips Got mad chicks, on my dick Ridin by, so say it loud, in your face! Bilal: This right here, has been cer-ti-fied, For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify Guru: Soulful Tinted window whips, lots of chicks lots of chips Anything ain't right then the brother's gotta flip Or skinnydip, after a sip of Cognac rap Any wack wimp with whiskers, I bomb that cat Alarm that cat, that when we slide through abide to The rules that's been laid down by Max true like bibles I'm liable, to come through, seven deep with Wizzies And ditch 'em while other ladies whisper, who is he? Then later leave with eight new ones, me an airtight Willie Bout to smack you silly with two guns So hereby I certify don't care if you feel hurt if I Testify, against your false words or lies Word to God this is my job I'm workin hard every minute Movin up in the rat race, city council to senate So what you don't get it? You can't front no more Been certified for years, can't speak to chumps no more Bilal: This right here, has been cer-ti-fied, For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify This right here, has been cer-ti-fied, For years... ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah He's got soul up in his blueprint, and he's ready to vocalize So we, passin the mic your way, come on testify Guru: Hmm, like they say it doesn't hurt to try This here, is bonafied baby, certified baby Jazzmatazz 3rd edition Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal No rehearsal, certified with virtue Respect the circle It's me and the B-I-L-A-L YouknowhatI'msayin? Jay Dee from Pay Jay Airtight Willie heh, from Boston to New Yiddy All the way to Philly Now in the D sittin pretty Certified |
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| 4:39 |
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Erykah Badu:
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty Then she gets plenty more, uhh When she wants plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty Then she gets plenty more, uhh Guru: Uhh Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly Wish she could sing me a lullaby, to scoop her I've got to try In her eyes, there's a flame that burns right through my soul Can't pretend to be cool, about to lose my control Yeah I know she's got plenty; admirers, she's got many Like an exotic fantasy, into a frenzy she sends me Wow I have to sit down, and gather my wits now I wanna caress those hips now, wanna kiss those lips now Erykah Badu: Hello? Hey babyyy I know you called and I didn't answer twice But baby that's oh-kay it's nice for you to call anyway see, okay, see uhh Hey babyyy You know it's okay if you don't call me anymore cause I got a-plenty truckload of niggaz like you at my door When she wants plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty Then she gets plenty more, uhh Guru: Yup And every day is her day, and every year is her year Anyone tried to violate, they could straight dissapear She don't care if you play yourself, tryin to step to her The illest of gangsters, I show and respect to her Truly glamourous, she ain't impressed and it shows She don't like your new clothes, she don't care about your playa pose Do you suppose I could hook up and spend time with her? She's just how I dreamed - I'll bust my nine for her Erykah Badu: When she gets plenty, she gets plenty When she gets plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty Any damn thang she wants, uhh Guru: Uhh Surgeon General - I provide vitamins and minerals The charge that she's got on me, should be federal I was told never put the two before the one son but always cultivate your Wisdom, to help you build your kingdom I wanna be the answer to every question she has So when I wish to enter, she'll be lettin me pass I know she wants to be with G-O-D eventually, but still She got everything; yeah the girl's got plenty Erykah Badu: Flowers in her bedroom Perfume on her neck Nectar from a mason jar Seven dollar dress; she's Super cute, and plenty bad Thirty twenty-two thirty-six and a half I, hope the dude will realize She got the silky sexy bedroom eyes Baby baby please don't break yo' neck Cause you gon' have a wreck Cause when it comes to love I get plenty, degrees one-twenty My back slipped out my dress - oops! When she gets plenty, she gets plenty (she gets it all) When she wants plenty, she gets plenty (uhh) When she wants plenty, she gets plenty (c'mon) and she gets plenty more (plenty more) ahh When she wants plenty, she gets plenty When she wants plenty, she gets plenty (mm, she gets it all) When she wants plenty, she gets plenty And any damn thang I want - right? (That's right) (In this game of life it takes a lot to win Plenty more baby's what I got to give) Yeah yeah baby that's really nice But I'm tryin to read my book and you're in my light (Uhh - a woman like you could help me reach the top If I get a chance to love you, mm, I won't stop) Damn! Oh huh, what? Huh, whaaat? I didn't hear you I was thinkin bout some stuff (Baby you so fine I wanna smack myself I don't need no support I'm gonna back myself) Hooo baby you so sweet Now can you get the lotion and rub my feets (In massage therapy I got a master degree I give you plenty more, than what you askin from me) I need a little bit of space, a little bit of wealth (okay) And oh - about the feets, a little to the left (like this?) Mmmmmm (m'hmm, like that?) Yeahhh (feels good right?) Ohhhhh Ahhhhh (yeah, heh heh) Hehehee! (You don't really care) I do! (Heh, you the Queen huh?) More lotion! (C'mon.. you got plenty!) That's good! Alright? (That's good right?) |
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Guru:
Yeah.. Guru, huh, The Roots Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift your fist Uhh, yeah, lift your fist c'mon (Uhh) Black Thought: To all my people, just lift your fist Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? Either way you got to lift your fist We get it down like this To all my people, ball up your first Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? Either way you got to lift your fist Yo, c'mon We livin life close to the edge, don't push But this ain't eighty-three and it's not the Cold Crush It's kids on the street strapped, huffin that kush They eyein the next cat, livin all plush I guess frustration make a brother do what he must What's the combination that can make a human erupt Team leaders gettin mutinied up, who couldn't read The signs, thinkin the day and times is... Guru: Indeed, we blast, refuse to kiss ass Quick fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out past Swallow the pain, follow the mental terrain It takes a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain Garments bloodstained, face bruised and battered Our eyes reflect the agony, of dreams that were shattered And they love it, when we wild out and kill our own But the greater responsibility, yes, is still our own Black Thought: To all my people, just lift your fist Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? Either way you got to lift your fist We get it down like this To all my people, ball up your first Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? Either way you got to lift your fist Guru: Uhh, worldwide famine, ghetto people demand That somebody do somethin soon, and let's examine The facts, behind the violent attacks Behind the daily gunplay the cocaine and the crack Thug season - what's the reason for the treason? Everybody's gotta eat, some gotta resort to thievin Take money money make money money money Black Thought: To all my people, just lift your fist Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? Either way you got to lift your fist We get it down like this To all my people, ball up your first Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? Either way you got to lift your fist Yo - from the time they eyes open til the clock strike death Brothers is stressed, walkin 'round holdin they chest They got the government surveyin they steps and can't breathe They dynamitin them projects to smithereens Money comin but them days too few and far between You tryin to taste just what the world's offering, ya'mean? I seen enough to make a grown man scream Brothers thirsty and hongry to get that thing Guru: Too many tears of pain, too many years of struggle Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped Too few role models; just gangsters and pimps Will you succumb, will your heart grow numb Or will you save the world, and use your mind like a gun? I'm the one - I turn a stick-up kid to a soldier Me and The Roots, word up, we takin over Black Thought: To all my people, just lift your fist Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? Either way you got to lift your fist We get it down like this To all my people, ball up your first Word up it ain't no peace, no justice How you want it, the bullet or the microchip? To all my people, just lift your fist How you want it, there's no peace, no justice From the bullet or even from the microchip? Either way you got to lift your fist We get it down like this Lift your first Come on my people yo it ain't no peace, no justice Dig it, uh, uh |
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Guru:
Dedicated to my son, that's about to be born So by the time you people hear this record, my son'll be born And I gotta teach him about life Listen To my little man You can never have too little plans Always bring your game direct, cut out the middle man Life is full of sacrifice, for truth you might have to fight Someone'll bring you down Cause they ain't livin right Be sure to use your mind, though Look for all the signs, yo Don't want to make a move too quick and get left behind, yo Be in command of whatever you encounter Appreciate your blessings, son, you'll see what it amounts to Obtaining your goals, maintainin control Self-respect helps you to protect your soul Never give up, always be ready to try Walk your own walk, and keep your head to the sky Amel Larrieux: Little thing now here you are Staring at me with those baby eyes All you do is sleep, eat, and cry But one day you're gonna be askin me why Everything I know I'm gonna tell you about Anything I don't you'll figure out Cause living is learnin and learnin is livin And then you pass it on Guru: And to my home boys, who clearly understand What it really takes to be a man and what it means to be the head of fam The ups and downs of life plus the choices we make Causes to reevaluate directions we take And being up in the club is mad fun til they act dumb And everyone still packs guns whether nines or mac one-ones It's time now for us to seperate the mediocre from the great Keep all the jokers from the game I've played my position, so why don't you try to play yours I've made my decision, plus you're in my prayers My life is changed now, plus I got a shorty now Mad responsibilities, it's like I'm almost forty now All the young girls wanna swing, my wife says she wants a ring I wonder what the next days, are gonna bring We must live and fight for the right causes and be ready to die I love you kid, so keep your head to the sky Amel Larrieux: Little thing now here you are Staring at me with those baby eyes All you do is sleep, eat, and cry But one day you're gonna be askin me why Everything I know I'm gonna tell you about Anything I don't you'll figure out Cause living is learnin and learnin is livin And then you pass it on Baby child did you know Every since you fell out of the heavens You make me wanna grow So I'll share with you everything Make little girls and boys grow up to be kings and queens Little thing now here you are Staring at me with those baby eyes All you do is sleep, eat, and cry But one day you're gonna be askin me why Everything I know I'm gonna tell you about Anything I don't you'll figure out Cause living is learnin and learnin is livin And then you pass it on Little thing now here you are Staring at me with those baby eyes All you do is sleep, eat, and cry But one day you're gonna be askin me why Everything I know I'm gonna tell you about Anything I don't you'll figure out Cause living is learnin and learnin is livin And then you pass it on |
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Kelis:
(From - last night) Yeahh baby Last night was... y'know I mean... When you touched me I, I couldn't believe it was... Ohh baby You don't know what you do to me baby Ah-ahhh... Guru: Supa love, baby you know you're a trooper love Youse a dove, I hold you truly above All the pigeons chickenheads golddiggers and them You got it goin on, your game's bigger than them Take me back to the sensual feelings, your sexual healing Soothes me, after a day of business dealings What you wearin? I know you look good, you even cook good And I'ma steal your love like a crook would, watch me Kelis: You must be, out of your mind If you think you're gettin away (yeahh, uh-huh) What you did to me last night Baby you've gotta stay (come again, come again) I understand there's other places you must go (yeah, but wait a minute) But there's one thing you gotta do Baby before you go, so give me that love Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (gimme that love baby) That's top rhythm love Still feels good when you know it would (yeah, I need that love) Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (ohh, I can't stop) Love, chocolate love Melt it down with me.. (mmmm) (From - last night) Guru: There's not a problem that I can't fix Not a hot track, that I can't flip There ain't no sex style, that you can't pick After my supa love, you'll be like you can't switch You'll be hooked, shook cause you took the time out To let me have your body plus turn your mind out I was caressin you tight, blessin you right You was suggestin to continue that, all last night The best love, check how I do it with finesse love Swing it with me, go on and put me to the test love I'ma do the same to you And make sure you're takin care of the job you came to do Kelis: I can't get it outta my mind What you did to me yesterday (well, uh-huh) Baby this is so not right It's unfair how you play (come again, come again) What you did to my heart, to you it's just so-so (yeah, but wait a minute) But there's one thing you gotta do Baby before you go, so give me that love Love, that supa love (that super) The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (gimme that love) That's top rhythm love Still feels good when you know it would (yeah, gimme that love!) Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (I need it!) Love, chocolate love Melt it down with me... (mmmm) Kelis: (From - last night) Do you remember... What I did when you walked in the door? Huh yeahh, I know you do Ooohh, last night was... So good baby! Will you touch me again? You know, right there Give me that love! Love, that supa love (that super) The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (gimme that love) That's top rhythm love Still feels good when you know it would (yeah, gimme that love!) Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (I need it!) Love, chocolate love Melt it down with me... (mmmm) So give me that love! Love, that supa love (that super) The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of (gimme that love) That's top rhythm love Still feels good when you know it would (yeah, gimme that love!) Love, that supa love The kind that keeps you all day dreamin of Love, chocolate love Melt it down with me... |
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| 4:03 |
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Guru:
Aight, aight, don't be yellin yo Calm down man, can we talk like civilised people? I can't take this no more Craig David: I don't love you no more Come I'll show myself to the door I don't love you Cuz I don't love you no more I don't love you no more Come I'll show myself to the door I don't love you Cuz I don't love you no more Guru: I'm out the door, I can't take it no more Things have really changed, it's not like before I mean the vibes between us nowadays are quite shaky And lately, I ain't been feelin you baby Somehow you left my interest wander And now I'm fond of someone else who's diggin me for me It's what I longed for About our current arrangement I ain't sure Cuz I don't think I love you no more And yo I had a major effect on you I know But sure you be showin disrespect to me, so I gotta go You never gonna see it how I do And I don't like your attitude and I don't like being lied to I'm not a door you can't push my buttons We tried to make it work still we've come up with nothing So now my patience is thin, the fighting is a bore And I don't think I love you no more Craig David: I don't love you no more Come I'll show myself to the door I don't love you Cuz I don't love you no more I don't love you no more Come I'll show myself to the door I don't love you Cuz I don't love you no more Girlfriend I'm walking to the door Ain't gonna see me no more All you seem to do is bore Me, since I came back off tour See if I can take your ways I'm walkin away from only bad days I know there is no easy way But there's nothing you can say To change my mind, yeah Guru: I wish I didn't feel this way, wish I was kidding But another girl has stepped on the scene to put her bid in I never would have looked in another direction But you got a strange way of showing love and affection So I told myself that I deserved better You only came my way because you heard I had cheddar And now you seem to me to be so immature And I don't think I love you no more And plus I know about that stuff you told your crew when we met I gotta go somewhere so please let me jet See you forget about my generous ways and my good heart You never wanna admit you're wrong, but you should start Let's put our differences away and end this peacefully We haven't been getting along at all recently I've been thinking about this since I came home from tour And I'm sure, I don't love you no more Craig David: Now I gotta explain that I'm loving and feeding you no more Everything keeps sticking around since I came back off tour So tell me why do I have to explain myself baby, ey Cuz girl you gotta admit that there's nothing more for me to say Ooh yeay I don't love you no more Come I'll show myself to the door I don't love you Cuz I don't love you no more I don't love you no more Come I'll show myself to the door I don't love you Cuz I don't love you no more |
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| 4:07 |
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Guru:
Whassup sweetheart? Of course you're always lookin the part Plus I love to see your body sihlouette in the dark Hold me down ma, stick around ma Cause I always got your back f'real, so how that sound ma? It's strictly plush, wanna ride in the six with us Get with us, kick it on some fly shit with us I've travelled across the world And I've unravelled the thoughts, of many pretty girls I be the one they wanna talk to My conversation so stimulatin, they wanna sparkle And I could never approach you with the same old game I know you don't wanna hook up, with the same old lame You know my voice, you know my name From, Brooklyn to Spain, always tight when I'm hookin a dame I like brains and beauty, your total package may move me If you choose me then it's only my duty Big Shug: To all my ladies, to all my mamies To all my sugars, I said where you at? To all my sugars, to all my sweeties To all my honies, I said where you at? Hey mami, let's swing an episode You upon your back or your toes, near your earlobes Now your middle exposin ecstasy I'm just happier the fact that you layin here next to me Let's take a trip on the low to Acapulco To see the pretty women with the sexy toes I got a fetish for your toes girl, plus behind closed doors You're hot and sexy, like a showgirl I heard you stretch that body like plastic Bring it on baby, let me peep the asstastics No need to sweat you, already been chosen I could be no harder if my whole body was frozen I'ma rub you down with body butter If you feelin that scratch your name in my back I'ma do what Shug got to do, and I Promise you that I cum, way after you, after you To all my ladies, to all my mamies To all my sugars, I said where you at? To all my sugars, to all my sweeties To all my honies, I said where you at? To all my ladies (Get your dough right) To all my mamies (Get your flows tight) To all my sugars (Get your toes tight) I said where you at? (Aight?) To all my sugars (Get your dough right) to all my sweeties (Get your flows tight) To all my honies (Get your toes tight) I said where you at? (Aight?) |
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| 13. |
| 3:34 |
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Isaac Hayes:
When the sun goes down and the moon comes up You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough It's all around Guru: The city skyline, in the nighttime, be the right time, to ball out (Yeah) Who's the real pimp, gangster hustler, you call out Is it him, is it him or is it, Dukes over there? Real recognizes real, so yo, no one cares The chief executive mack, in so deep you can't imagine I've seen the beatdowns, the gunfights, plus the paddywagon See daddy with his pants saggin, pushin whips that's too fly Switchin up to a suit and tie, ladies say he's too cute to lie (Forget about it) And none of my girls, wanna, talk to you Plus, none of my boys, gotta, talk to you Cause when you see me, they'll be somewhere in the cut And you can't be me, so nip that weak talk in the butt The party's crowded, and everyone, is showin love Whassup, what's the deal, how's things holdin up? (Whassup young blood?) The smooth dude, that moves through, with the utmost precision Truly a wiseguy, seein life with my night vision Isaac Hayes: See that young blood, comin down the street Don't be hypnotized by the stride of his feet Pickpockets, streetwalkers, number runners, hustlers Guru: Lots of ladies, wanna, check me out And lots of haters, wanna, X me out I got more style than Gucci, Louis or Prada Drop more jewels on you, than your uncle or father Once this envious kid, was temptin me kid To stoop down to his level and cold empty his wig He was mad cause his girl wanted up in my world (hahahaha) I looked the other way, and she was still, stuck in my world Aiyyo; baby wants to run with me, come with me, have fun with me I be the man when I'm dipped, or in a t-shirt, and dungarees I overheard her man, that was screamin in her ear While I nodded to my peeps, who was schemin in the rear If he's gon' flip, he's gonna, find out quick That I stroll with a click, and we roll mad thick He shook my hand and laughed it off, that was his best decision We keep it tight aight? Hangin out, with that night vision Isaac Hayes: I bust into this night club I can see you perpetraters Passin out your BID'ness cards Wearin your knockoff gators Pimps, heartbreakers, dumb-ass Johns You got to make a decision, to go witcha instincts And rely on your night vision |
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| 4:06 |
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These distraught thoughts of a single mother in a homeless shelter About pain and heartache, ain't nothing you can tell her The case worker says that she should find a job But does this worker know what kind of jobs that there are? Degrading things like cleaning up people's vomit For a little bit of dough, and plus your brain gets nothing from it I'm smarter than that this girl thinks to herself I'm worth more than that, she thinks to herself She pours a drink for herself while she stares out the window This guy says he got work for her, maybe she should go to him yo The money's good, and plus he'll dress her up nice She left her baby's daddy cuz he beat her up twice She don't really like sex But she hates welfare checks And where there's money, that's where she thinks there's respect And what's this girl's purpose? Will she self-destruct? When this sisters about to go down, who's there to help her up? (Les Nubians singing Chorus) [Guru] These distraught thoughts of a young man in a rooming house This messed up life, this poverty, he could do without But what options does he have when all hope is gone? A brother gotta eat, plus all the Henny and all the smoke is gone All it takes is one quick stick Gotta fill his belly now, which vic should he pick? He does his dirt all by his lonely, forget his homies He doesn't fell like splitting any loot, them suckas be acting phony So much potential but all gone to waste Now he lurks in night, with a loaded gun on his waist Too late for this lost soul, his life's in a chokehold Mentality is weak, and doing crime is all he knows Never caring who he hurts, as long as he's taking money Forget an education, and legal ways of making money And what's this kid's purpose? Will he self-destruct? When a brother's about to go down, who's there to help him up? (Les Nubians singing Chorus) [Guru] Who's there for my people on the streets? (Who's there? Who's there?) Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat? (Who's there? Who's there?) They build more prisons, and close down schools Who's there to teach the children the golden rules?(Who's there? Who's there?) Who's there for my people in the streets?(Who's there? Who's there?) Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat?(Who's there? Who's there?) They break our family, neglect the elderly Who's there to bring a cure? Where's the remedy?(Who's there? Who's there?) (Les Nubians signing) |
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| 5:21 |
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Junior Reid:
Sound your horn! Stiggetty-yooour-higgety-horrron Yeah! Sound your horn, boy! You see Dem want to kill de youths Kill de youths and Kings Dead first at eleven Never tell de youths that Pokemon be the settin' Never tell de youths Send down to earth be the endin' Now look what I did Mashin' up da earth Ghetto youths they wanna destroy But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor Guru: Check the cycle God ended what's the fate of this planet? Black on black love and hate's got my people frantic Peep the criminal mind The subliminal line Such difficult times Automatic pistols and glock nines I wish I could stop time For the cat who drop dime Thinkin' about his lifeline A young man told me that my wise words saved his life It made me feel good Made me feel real good Back in the day I used to steal goods Dreams without means is like a lack of self-esteem or lack of cream I go for delf or roll out for the team Junior Reid: Mashin' up da earth Ghetto youths they wanna destroy Mashin' up da earth Ghetto youths they wanna destroy Prodigal Sunn: Feel the pain of the ghetto through a teardrop My peers stop and listen from eighteen years Muslim and Christian We all face conviction In this moment of oppression The world is like infection On this block we confessin' I use my mind as a weapon Like I told my brothers Glock and Snub Ain't No Half-Steppin' We gotta live Heaven And watch our seeds taste the blessin' I learned my lesson 'bout havin' snakes around my crew Now I know the evil that men do and bitches too We had thought by our riches Some called thugs and snitches Through the different timeframes Kid, I watched crime change In the time of fame My man is like crack/cocaine But through the black rain I seen many suffer in pain We go for gain and pain Now they rock some fat gold chains Iced-out name perform a concert, sellin' out in Maine Own the properties and all types of things Some say the drug game and the music game is all the same Junior Reid: Ooh, Pray for the youths Said me nah gon' cry, Ooh-ooh-ooh Mashin' up da earth Guru: We can no longer put all the blame on the man For those sellin' out I'm sayin', "Shame on the man" For those fallin' victim I'm sayin', "Make a new plan" And for those that need a way I'm sayin', "Take my hand" See this mental slavery causes rash behavior, G And I have to say for me that I wish it would all stop Before we become extinct before we all drop And R.I.P. to the rappers that's been slain And R.I.P. to the fine young men who've lost their lives I feel the pain And do you know what it's like to lose a loved one? It makes you numb Especially when it's over somethin' small but ain't no fun I lost four friends in one year I could feel Them watchin' over me see their faces still Some clear and some fear what's out there For me I have no time to and may I remind you This is a corrupted world of our design, du' Peep my discussion no one can changes these things but us, son We didn't ask for the liquor, crack and guns We didn't ask for the poor eduction and lack of funds But I know one thing none of us wanna die But still we're mashin' up this world and I don't know why Junior Reid: Mashin' up da earth Ghetto youths they wanna destroy Mashin' up da earth Ghetto youths they wanna destroy But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor Ooh, pray for the youths Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh Mom and Dad wipe the tears from ya eyes Ooh, pray for the youths Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, riot in the prison Riker's Island When a gust of G-P-E Babylon will stand to see So the sentence can't be free Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, pray for the youths Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Mashin' up da earth Ghetto youths they wanna destroy Mashin' up da earth Ghetto youths they wanna destroy But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor Ooh, pray for the youths Said me nah gon' cry Ooh-ooh-ooh |
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This is history right here in the makin
So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin to give you inspiration So this here is timeless Timeless, priceless, survive any crisis Born to carry on, now we on just like this It's quite crisp, the way the tune hits your stereo These two brothers right here gettin props, everywhere we go More potent than any herbal essence Ill grooves verbal lessons Dominant, prominant, eternal blessings Never underestimate the weight of the force It's actual, classical, natural resource Plus we manage to tear down and damage Any walls they try to place around us on this planet I never slack I never lack cause I'm your highness And this type of thing right here kid is timeless This is history right here in the makin So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin to give you inspiration So this here is timeless Just caught the fresh-cut baldie, my peoples call me Guru, the man, yes the one with all the J-A-Z-Z, Y type essence Deep type lessons, the sun moon crescent Divine perspective, of the life we live Our time is collective, of this music we give Through the errors of our colorful struggle Comes the strength of a people so powerful, so thorough Enough to be diamond-like, despite dirty conditions Check how we put it down, respect this worth rendition Never before, have you felt such energy The flyest combo, so feel our chemistry This is history right here in the makin So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin to give you inspiration So this here is timeless Feast your eyes as I uniquely surmise Jazzmatazz represents real deep ties Traditional, almost ritual is my lyrical Soon your spirit will become more concious when you hear it you'll Give it up for our +Streetsoul+ We reach y'all, we're addin on just like a sequel Been down and up, so I'm roundin up Mad troops new recruits O.G.'s and up Me and my right hand man Mr. Hancock make landmarks In foreign terrortories true warriors, stand tough Two livin legends with the gifts of seven Grab your glass as we pour one more sip of heaven This is history right here in the makin So call this timeless And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin to give you inspiration So this here is timeless |
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