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As sure as the sun rises in the east
It also sets in the west Verse 1: Our sons done it, the gods never fronted whore nuns fuck a devil when the weight got hunted my soul was swepping, my mind keep stepping in the depths of hell yet I fell from the lesson my soul leaves the body the situations nody original invisible to the ones who are tardy a class for the better, cause I be writing letters setting shit straight one laugh at one shepard her face turns purple and demons in the surb I held my breathe and I left out the wound kinda fertile from the east the light shines onto the west a test for the gods cause that's just where they rest a tune for serenity, fucking up the enemy if anyone makes it then that's the way its ment to be tryed her, the times of a fighter cause I'll supply Phife then step out the side door If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on, rock on Verse 2: The gods keep praying, saviors ain't saving nobodys soul yet the devil keeps playing and kicked out the heavens I rest on the seven west of 85 if your chest type are warring now is the mystery one peace for victory cause I know gods that will put you out your mysery justice will lead em, deprived you of freedom the beat broke the seal even though you don't need em the beats and the Harlet, the land is a target the truth will prevail but not many say far fetched from 24 elders and half its 12, ruler bitches mess with knowledge of sale If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on, rock on Verse 3: Lets see, it started with the serpent messing with Eve cause she wasn't certain nobodys got a temper, a spiritual dilemma enter in the realm where the spirits in the center fuck perpetrating, cause they'll murder Satan see faith broke the seal while the world be waiting he left it all to Jesus, I'm picking up the pieces friends that's deceased can never read my thesis don't be resurrected and times got so hectic demons ain't elected while the money gets collected the gods get theirs and the word is born I mean the signs of the future is what they saw and the four living castles, lifes got no hassles its all real real just one big feascal no soul held me hostage, angels kill the nonsense bond is my word, but first do the knowledge If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on If your soul loves the sun, Money rock on rock on |
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Yeah, Funkdoobie in the house...
1994, representing....keeping it real...one time I step out the door, and left undisturbed I made the beer run and saw them hookers on the curb Them pimps got the curls, rollers fancy fur coats Talking to the brothes in the alley, the word The party's at 7, and girls are with their babies The kids are playing handball and it's about 80 I rolled out with T-Funk, in the t-bird Pump the t-bass, hell of course, then we made that you-turn The doobie got rolled up, the homies had showed up 'Cause we made a left and saw the liquor store hold up Stopped at the light, acting like nothing happened We went about our way, brothers domino slapping Pulled up on the side to see what girls were wearing T popped the top and had all the hookers staring Chorus On the real, the real, what the deal For my brothas who live and die on the corner (Oh Yeah in background reapeated) (4x) Brothas shootin see-lo, try to meet expenses Homies at the park tired, sleep on benches Standing buy the payphone, make the call to Ralph Ms (-Yo Ralph, what's up nigga? -Yo what up dawg? -What time you want to get up tonight? -Around 10 -Word -Yo what's all that noise in the back man?) Homies getting loud right in front of my building The street lights came on, a cool breeze feeling For the nights what i need, my aura feels special What's up to my neighbors, the day had settled Brothers want to hustle on the corner, scheming Then i ran back and got ready for that evening Chorus I'm at the party drunk and my homies look dusted The music was blasting, look here, but what's this I hear about a hooker who wants to get with T-Funk The room was kinda hot, holusinate and see 1 See 2 girls by the hallway, all day Staring at my grill, these females want to play Girls dim the lights and dance 'til the morning My crew was in the house, saw these hookers tip-toeing To the back with the homies, you know the rest It was late that night, after everyone had left Some urled in the streets, others gave out their numbers I then grabbed my coat, had the ride home covered Leaving with this girl from my block that i took I said peace to the homies, now i'm out to hit the hooker Chorus Oh Yeah(fades with song) |
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I can feel the pressure
I take drastic measures That sex on my mind And the black tie on my dresser Fills to the A.M. I'm gonna pay 'em I could pack a nine Play the ghetto, really play 'em I'm just waitin' for the Libra Judges, don't ya see one Real nigga here, I ain't gots to porno freak one Can't inhale my doobie Ain't it kinda groovy You'll be shinin' like a ruby It ain't nuttin' to me Son'll make it happen I'm out like the phantom Disappear, reappear, yet I'm breakin' adams Enter the mind, not many make it out 'Cuz even real niggas don't know what I'm about I'll drink my liquor, the world's gettin' sicker Crooked is the eye, watch you die, get the picture? I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I wake up cold sweatin' I hear the gats wettin' Niggas in the alleys lettin' off, what they gettin' is Hell on a platter Too much for your data Add shit to my skit, hoochie, what's the matter? Robbin' me softly Bitch, back up off me I'll crack your lip, trip, then spit in your coffee Ain't got the patience Blowin' up your stations Stay out my way, or go back to the ancients The funk, funk, funkdoobiest Tomorrow I'll be vibin' To see a different aura It'll flow jamma Slim, let it simmer In the doobie, as it dries, open eyes, now remember I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I don't need the drama All these mack mamas wanna freak a nigga down And take his black toma I'm tired of the plottin', my hood smells rotten Tell all these niggas that son ain't forgotten Thank you for the memories And you know you can't get to me 'cuz I'm drinkin' Hennessey Relieve that stressin', back to the essense I rest with the best, I won't leave you guessin' Fear is surrounded The molar gets pounded I doubt if these celts know I'm out with the ounces On the double, stumble into trouble The bums in the slums feelin' dumb, walk humble I hold my composure takin' out these soldiers Cold wet my stroll and I'm lookin' over shoulders I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) I'm lost in thought (I'm lost in thought) |
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| 4:31 |
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(Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated)
This goes out to all my peoples in the city Making ends meat, getting by Thinking 'bout the hustle, everybody struggles for the answer Confusion will attack in a cold blooded manner But cancer kills my society, no need to lie to me Real people fighting always try to be Correct with the mental and upright with the info Catching hell, paying dues but could it be so simple? The dark cold planet, you can't take the drama Don't worry, underprivileged got the bullet proof armor Surviving's just a job as they dodge caps daily People goin' crazy, everyone who raised me Thanks to my moms, and thanks to my pops And thanks to the youth rowdy on the roof top Who warned me of trouble so son, get the bonus I dedicate this to those who kept me focused To my brother Big E, yo rest in peace To the dead money makers, rest in peace To my little cousin Shawn, rest in peace To the slang gang bangers, rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated Dedicated, dedicated) This goes out to all my peoples locked down And waiting for the days to see the sun and the clouds The stormy weather came, of course, we ignored it Praying for parole in prison, see the warden Release from the pen, 8 to 10 on your feet You're working, building, staying strong, watch the heat Deceit lies snitching, you became a victim The bitch sewed you quick on the phone in the kitchen Nightmares and troubles, remembering the vision Times is frustrating when nobody listens Is this because they forget and regret To acknowledge one another? But all do respect To the veterans, experts, inmates in the cell Keep your eyes on the prize, see you soon wish you well To my brothers doing life, rest in peace To my man on this disc, rest in peace To my brother Carl Capone, rest in peace To all the lost souls, rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated Dedicated, dedicated) This is dedicated to the niggas on the block Serving up those rocks and keeping knots This is dedicated to the girls of the night Rock on 'til the break of light This is dedicated to the BM's, the Benz and the Jeeps And the city that don't sleep Dedicated, dedicated to the herb and smuggling (Dedicated, dedicated) Much love for Puerto Rico And my homeboy Tito This is dedicated to the sun, the moon, and the stars Peace to all the gods (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) This is dedicated to my niggas on the Hill and in the House You know what it's about This is dedicated to Gunsmoke, the 1 30 crew (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) To Miss Rosa May, rest in peace To the baby who's aborted, rest in peace To my Uncle Pop-o, rest in peace For those who lost their minds, rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) Mr. Robert Blundin, rest in peace To the child in the drive-by, rest in peace To the one called stompa, rest in peace To those who overdosed, rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated Dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) I've got to live, kid (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) Rest in peace (Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated) |
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Pussy ain't shit but lips and clits x 4
Verse 1: One vagina, two vagina just like a minor I'm gonna go deep paid fuck for reminder doobie can't spark itch my dick with the clitoris isn't this cause all the pussy can't get with this shaving the anus, smelly who sprayed it she grabbed my dick with the pussy lips sagging i just fuck the pussy, then I just throw it out it ain't shit the bitches be acting like its gold sucking, fat lips swelled with the ovaries the space in between was her urinary opening vagina walls pollute my dick with the uteris Funkdoobiest, yo girls ain't used to this fallopean tubes, the pussy's pulsating and clitoris is hot my way I'm masterbating waiting for the skin, but isn't all for me though the pussy ain't shit fuck a bitch and her ego Pussy ain't shit but lips and clits x 4 Verse 2: What was that, the pussy just farted I lubricate the lips vagina walls had parted the cervix of her uteris, I saw Mrs. Diaphram pussy ain't shit give it to me in a frying pan who's catching coodies pussy gotta doodie brush with the remedy we'll give it up the booty a turn on, the passage to the female genitals i won't play myself and giving em my principal physical, female, anatomy sad to see a pressed pussy lip drip so don't be mad at me brothas in prison doing time for the coochie the tuna, the shrimp, the snatch, and the sushi vaginas discharged, spots on the panties unsanitary cause the pussy's too hairy Pussy ain't shit but lips and clits x 4 Verse 3: Nigga want to die for the pussy and fight for the pussy kill for the clit yo I ain't going out it's just me on the marrow, a muscle for the friction cold sex for no sex that's my prediction diction, speak the x-rated lingo waiting on my dick I hit the g-spot bingo pussy lips wrinkled, the wet soft and nappy a menstrating cycle that's never acting happy hormones, metapause, cramps yo I wonder pussy can't bury niggas six feet under others won't listen, vaginas all busted Son's so disgusted, can't be trusted infested, dirty with the monostat 7 rotten was the clitoris and pussy lips infected remember I said the first time it came to me now I look back and shit it's all the same to me Pussy ain't shit but lips and clits x 4 |
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I caught Spider-Man jerkin' off in a booth To a Wonder Woman comic Then the Bionic Bitch fucked the Hulk a.k.a. Bruce Banner Did I see Santa No, it's the Green Lantern Little Bo Peep cold fucked her sheep Keep eatin' that pussy Fuck the ?? Best fucked a bitch Bullwinkle's kinda moosy Triple X, hardcore Nigga fucked a floozy Miss Piggy Gotta pick a sticky Mickey Mouse pulled her blouse Smoked a blunt for the hicky Dorothy, Tin Man, the Lion and the Scarecrow Messin' with the pussy Hairy just like the werewolf Cyclops, Wolverine And the Nightcrawler Went to a bar And, yo, they had dollars Roll in the parlor Hittin' off switches For Richie Rich riches Pulls all the bitches I turned on the headset Like Judy Jetson Here comes Barbie Look who she lets in Hansel, Gretel Gretel, fuck the kettle Jack and Jill went up the hill to have a little fun (It's a small world) Ready for some call girl Wrapped around her neck A lace that was all pearls Nights had Medusa Dancin' on tables Joker's got a lap dance From Charlie's Angels It's night In a secret hideaway somewhere in Gotham City As a woman in a feline costume Strokes a Siamese cat And speaks to several well-dressed men Twinkle, twinkle On a star Superho, tell me who you are Catwoman in a red tight see-thru Dancin' on a pole With a do-see-do Mosy on out Now where goes that ho they call Cinderella Makin' men jealous Like Dick Tracy Tweety, Sylvester (Sufferin' succotash) Cuz Snow White's gonna be fuckin' all night Strobelite dancin' in front of the mirror He-Man's fuckin' with Smurfette and She-Ra The freaky, freaky deeky Wilma Flintstone Betty, too Is she ready for the nympho? |
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