Ruffhouse Records Greatest Hits [compilation] (1999) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

It's another one of them old phunky Cypress Hill things, you know what I'm
sayin'? And it goes like this:

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah
Of the funky buddha
Eluder
Of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked
So come on as Cypress starts to kick it
'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin'
While suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin'
By
Hanging out the window
With my magnum taking out some putos
Acting kind of loco
I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

I'm ignoring all the dumb shit
Yo, because nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight humming
Hummin', Coming at ya
Yeah ya know I had to gatt ya
Time for some action
Just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance
To run the interference
Into your satellite
Shining a battle light
Sen got the gatt and I know that he'll gatt you right
Here's an example
Just a little sample
How I could just kill a man
One-time tried to come in my home
Take my chrome
I said, "Yo, it's on!"
Take cover son or you're assed-out
How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway
That young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I had to establish
To lite
My spliff ignite
You with insight
So if you ain't down, bullshit!
Say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would you call the One-time and play the role model?
No! I think you'll play like a thug
Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug
Humming coming at ya
Yeah ya know I'm gonna gatt ya!
How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been?
Understand where I'm coming from
When you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here risking my dome
Just for a bucket
Or a fast duck it
Just to stay alive, yo I got to say "fuck it!"

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

"All I wanted was a Pepsi!"

"What does it all mean?"

just kick a little somethin' for them cars that be bumpin'
somethin' real smooth
you can just ride to
tell me how you feel
here we go...
The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis
Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac
See, the bell rang and I got my dash
Fellin' good cause it was the last day of school and I passed
No moms trippin' so me and my mom went dippin'
To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin'
The downtown scene was packed
People screamin' from they ride to my ride and to the Mac
I says

We used to be number 10
But now we're permanent one
Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichi bang,
Listen Mrs. Tin Can
I'm your candy handy man
Me without you is like American without the Band Stand
Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow,
All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow
Damn, another hero wannabe
Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary
Dude, I find it rude, when you intrude,
My pistol nozzle hits your nasal,
Doo doo comes out your anal
Just because your buff, don't play tuff
Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust.
Ooooh La La La,
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our ting
Oooh La La La, It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweeeeet Thing
I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La
Bust when we rush,
Through you must, know ruckus
Crew got G's like the refu's
So F who
Ever want to test
Bring me stress,
West coast back to east,
Grab my toast when I reach
Truly curvin', swervin, lifestyle is urban,
Sippin' Bourbon, surviving
We real to keep the word when
A boy want fa testthis set
Then you get wet-up
Just a bit to unprepared to to shoot him fair bet
Fake bullets can't scar me
I can smell the weak out like safari
Play you out like Atari
Sacrifice you Hari Kari
And I'm sorry,
To every single rapper, Dick and Harry
Saying they want to spar me
Cause how thick my repertoire
And my memoir be
Reminding me of eating Calamari in the Khalahari with a band of
Rhastafari.
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
H

(Right..) (Right..)
Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager
Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass
40-side is the place that is givin me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't a damn thing gonna change
I'ma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas, why did you do it?
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime

(Right..) It's halftime
(Right..) Aiyyo it's halftime
(Right..) It's halftime
(Right..) Yeah, it's about halftime
This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel

It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never calmly on a hype track
I set it off with my own rhyme
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
In ya, stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise
This is exercise 'til the microphone dies
Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparkin
But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and
kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man
I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships
I used to watch "C.H.I.P.S." now I load glock clips
I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
These are the
s of the man, you can't near it, understand
Cause in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and format
Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be foul
Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wild
I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

(Right..) It's halftime
(Right..) Exhale, check it it's halftime
(Right..) It's halftime
(Right..) It's real in the field
Word life, check it
I got it goin on, even flip 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit
Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it
Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slayin them fast, doing this that and the third
But chill, past to Andre, and let's slay
I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee
Puttin hits on 5-0
Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo'-fo'
And biters can't come near
And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout
Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

(Right..) It's still halftime
(Right..) To the Queensbridge crew
To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime
(Right..) Ninety-two, it's halftime
(Right..) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost
Halftime..

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasnt there
But he was there this stranger
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

just kick a little somethin' for them cars that be bumpin'
somethin' real smooth
you can just ride to
tell me how you feel
here we go...
The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright
Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was loced out Kris Kross shirts and khakis
Lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but a Mac
See the bell rang and I got my dash
Fellin' good cause it was the last day of school and I passed
No moms trippin' so me and my mom went dippin'
To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin'
The downtown scene was packed
People screamin' from they ride to my ride and to the Mac
I says "What I am is what I am is who I be"
And yall should have seen how they was tryin' to get to me
Cool, cause dissin' and no pay
They're the reason why we are who we are to this very day
And all that love keeps me and Chris tight
Long as we give some love back everything's alright.

Now everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood
And I see the one that used to do the dirt then turned good
Little kids try to be like me with the braids, the shades, some pants,
and some Nikes, G
And yet more letters, and the letters sayin'
"I'm your number one fan could you write me back man?"
Yesssss.....
I try to pass 'em my autograph
I try to do as many as I can
Now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood
Ain't nobody dissin' and a nigga thinks he's too good
Cause I'm down like four flat tires
Just a little nappy headed kid from the proj.
Showin' I can do right and not do wrong
Rappers and the Beejees comin' up strong
And we ain't got no love for the side
We only love those who love us back
Right?

Now people seem to think what I do is a blast
Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin' some cash
But they don't know
Really know
The pressure it is for some kids tryin to make it in this here biz
Early mornin' interviews then we step to school
Step from school
Back to interviews then it's on to other dues
So, warm it up Chris
I said "Ya warm it up Chris"
That's what I was born to do
Now throw your hands in the air and wave from side-to-side
If the feelin' thatcha feelin' is the feelin' of pride
See, I ain't come out wack I come out right
Unlike those 'mose who tried to pass the mike
It's the Daddy Mac
Big thing
Everything is real but you wanna dis cause a nigga sold a couple mill.
Look here, ya can't say nothin' if ya last in a line
So when you dis it just lets me know I'm on your mind
And it's alright

In a new mall with a few broads in a shoe store
Cop the new cars and jump in the two doors with the blue valor
Shirt open with the chain showing way the shits going so now we Range Roving
With the waves blowing stay holding bitches in the back whispering
Now I'm listening bitch this my car ya fucking sitting in speak up
How dare ya think I cant hear ya anymore talk ya bitches gonna walk
They're like (what you sayin', you aint buy nothing for us),
I didn't buy nothing ofcoarse, ya bitches is whores, (Please)
What I look like support, me trick man listen,
Yeah I trick trick yo ass you think I'm tricking,
Give you a sticking then I'm skipping, all you getting is a hard dick chick,
After I spit I want you quick out my apartment,
Trife living, did the right thing, left one indictment,
Hitch hiking, hoping things a get strike by lightning.:
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
Gotta Trick The Prodaaa On Us,
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us,

Can you what, nah, I aint the herb on the ave,
I dont understand the three words can I have,
Even if a nigga rich, with a six to spend puffin,
I spend nothing, so baby spend your mind out my pocket,
All I have to do to penatrate, is spin shorty to the mall,
And show her how quick four g's dissyntergrate,
A cheap nigga and I rub they nose in it,
Spin them through all the stores with sexy clothes in it,
When she see something, she dying to pose in it,
All she getting is a pre-shrunked tee with holes in it,
And when its time to eat, I arch the bucks,
A cheap nigga, yeah bitch, get a Arch Deluxe,
And still fuck, ya paid more than twice the worth,
How I love trickin shit my wife deserve,And let it, be known now when you see us three dudes,
Call us, I don't gotta Kurt no Marlin the cheap dudes.:
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
Trickin Beauty Parlors On Us,
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us,

You I'm trying to be swollen, but right now I ain't holding,
Hit the lie told them, everything I own is stolen,
Picture that like Brando gave up half he saved up,
Play the cut when dollar eye signs tricks is raised up,
I'm the cheapest, and thats the only way I'm gonna keep this,
Slice I wanna heat this, girls is trying to eat this,
They think we should date, but still wont appriciate,
Neither help with the rate, or you order a decent plate,
I'm a cheap nigga that only provides better poking,
To get her open, send her home with a token,
Put girls in my car, like dropping off for ass fucking,
So what you giving up, ass honey or gas money, pass dummies,
Hows it gonna be if I dont eat,
If I run out, then more than likely its on me, so I'm gone b',
And if I ever win the sweepstakes, I keep papes,
And still live up to being a cheapskate.:
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
Drinks And The La-La's On Us,
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us.
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
Gotta Trick The Prodaaa On Us,
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us

Who you tryin' ta mess with ese?
Don't you know I'm loco?...

To da one on da flam
Boy it's tough
I just toss that ham in the fryin' pan
Like spam
It's done when I come in
Slam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
Don't make me wrek ya hectic
Automatic got me goin' like Gen'ral Electric
Damn
The lights are blinking I'm thinking
It's all over when I go out drinking
OH
Makin' my mind slow,
That's why I don't fuck wit da big four-oh
Bro
I got ta' maintain
'Cuz a nigga like me is goin' insane

Insane in da membrane
Insane in da brain!
( 4x)

Do my shit undercover
Now it's time for for the blubber
Blabber
To watch dat belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet
Don't try it
I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot
Much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass
Leavin' your face in the grass
You know
I don't take a chulo
Lightly
Bitch just jealous 'cuz he can't outwrite me
So kick that style, wicked
Wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Whip dat mainframe
I'll explain
A nigga like me is goin' insane

Like Louie Armstrong
Play the trumpet, I'll hit dat bong
And break ya off somethin' soon
I got ta get my props
Cops
Come and try ta' snatch my crops
These pigs wanna blow my house down
Head underground
To the next town
they get mad when they come to raid my pad
And I'm off in the night blue scad
Yes I'm the pirate
Pilot
Of this ship if I get wit' the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen
Look
But don't make ya' eyes strain
A nigga like me is goin' insane

It's been three weeks
since you were looking
for your friend
The one you let hit it
and never called you again
Remember when he told you
he was about the benjamins
You act like
you ain't here him
but gave him a little trim
To begin how you think you're
really going to pretend
Like you wasn't down and
you called him again
Plus when you give it up
so easy you ain't
even foolin him
If you did it then
then you'd probably
do it again
Talking out your neck
saying you're a Christian
A Muslim sleeping with the Gin
Now that was the sin
that did Jezebel in
Who're you going to tell
when the repercussions spin
Showing off your a
because your thinking
it's a trend
Girlfriend
it down for you again
You know I only say it
because i'm truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock
when you really are a gem
Baby girl Respect
is just the minimum
brothas creepin and
you still defending him
Now Lauryn is only human
Don't think I haven't been
through the same predicament
Let it sit inside your
head like a million women
in Philly been
It's silly when girls sell
their souls because it's in
Look at what you be in
hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails up out Koreans
Yo A When when come again
Yeah Yeah
When when come again
Yeah Yeah
My friend come again
Yeah Yeah
Girls you know you'd better
watch out
Some guys
are only about
That thing that thing
that thing
That thing that thing
that thing
The second verse is
dedicated to the men
More concerned with his
rims and his Tim's
than his women
Him and his men
come in the club like houligans
Don't care who they offend
Popping game
Like you got yen
Let's stop pretend
the ones that pissed out
by they waste men
Cristall by the case men
still living in his
Mother's basement
The pretty face men claiming
that they be the big men
Need to take care of
their three and four kids
But they face a court case
when the child support's late
Money taking and
heart breaking
Now you wonder
why women hate men
The sleepy silent men
The punk domestic violence men
Quick to shoot the scene
stop acting like boys
and be men
How you gonna win
when you ain't right within
How you gonna win
when you ain't right within
How you gonna win
when you ain't right within
Unh Unhh Come Again
Unh Unhh Come Again
Bro Straight come again
Sit straight come again
Watch out watch out
Look out look out
Watch out watch out
Look out look out
Watch out watch out
Look out look out
Watch out watch out
Look out look out
Girls you know you'd better
watch out
Some guys some guys
are only about
That thing that thing
that thing
That thing that thing
that thing
Girls you know you'd better
watch out
Some guys some guys
are only about
That thing that thing
that thing
That thing that thing
that thing
Girls you know you'd better
watch out
Some guys some guys
are only about
That thing that thing

Jump Jump
You should know you
should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not
having anything today
As we stand there
totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Don't try to compare us to
another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and
I'm bad give you something
that you never had
I'll make ya bump bump
wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'll be kicking the
flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable
hugable type of guy
And everything is the back
with a little slack
And insiden out is
wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin
with somethi
to keep you jumpin
R&B abd bullcrap is what
I'm dumpin
And ain't something about
Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the
rocks they believe that
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will
make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will
make you Jump Jump
I let myself knockin knockin
I love it when a girl is
play jockin jockin
The DA double D Y M A C
Ya you know me
I got you jumpin an pumpin
an movin all around G
In the mix I make ya
take a step back
They try to step to the
Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin
the gear that's coincidental
And like you knowit so don't be
claiming that it's mental
Two lil kids with a flow you
ain't ever heard
And none faking you can
understyand every word
As you listen to my
cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J U M P
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will
make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will
make you Jump Jump
Now the formalities
of this and that
Is that Kris Kross
ain't comin off wack
And for all ya'll sucks
that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme
but they can't rhyme
like this
Some of them try to rhyme
but they can't rhyme
like this
Some of them try to rhyme
but they can't rhyme
like this
Some of them try to rhyme
but they can't
Cause I'm the miggida
miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
Miggida miggida miggida miggidaMac
Cause I'm the miggida
miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
Miggida miggida miggida miggidaMac
I make you wanna
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will
make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will
make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will
make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will
make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will
make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will
make you Jump Jump
Believe dat

I dedicate this record, "The Carnival" to all you brothers
takin' long
trips down south, Virginia, Baltimore, all around the world,
and your
girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back. She's
sittin' back
in the room, the lights are off, she's cryin', and then my
voice comes in
POW!, in the middle of the night, and this is what I told her
for you
Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, oh why
See, you must understand, I can't work a 9 to 5
So I'll be gone 'til November
Said I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
Yo, tell my girl, yo, I'll be gone 'til November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you cryin', but girl, I can't stay
I'll be gone 'til November, I'll be gone 'til November
And give a kiss to my mother
When I come back, there'll be no need to clock
I'll have enough money to buy out blocks
Tell my brother, "Go to school in September"
So he won't mess up in summer school in the summer
Tell my cousin, Jerry, wear his condom
If you don't wear condom, you'll see a red lump
Woh oh oh oh
You sucker MC's, you got no flow
I heard your style, you're s-o s-oI had to flip nuttin' and turn it into somethin'
Hip-hop turns to the future rock when I smash a punk (BING!)
Commit treason, then I'll have a reason to hunt you down
It's only right, it's rappin' season
Yeah, you with the loud voice, posin' like you're top choice
Your voice, I'll make a hearse out of your Rolls Royce
Besides, I got my girl to remember
And I'll commit it that I'll be back in NovemberI know the hustle's hard, but we gotta enterprise, the car/pre>

Who you tryin to get crazy with ese?
Don't you know I'm loco?

To da one on da flamboyant tip
I'll just toss that ham in the fryin pan
like spam, get done when I come and slam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
Don't make me wreck shit, hectic
Next get the chair got me goin like General Electric
Annnd, the lights are blinkin I'm thinkin
It's all over when I go out drinkin
Ohh, makin my mind slow
That's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh
Bro, I got ta' maintain
Cause a nigga like me is goin insane

Insane in da membrane.. insane in da brain!
Insane in da membrane.. insane in da brain!
Insane in da membrane.. crazy insane, got no brain!
Insane in da membrane.. insane in da brain!

Do my shit undercover now it's time for the blubba
blabber, to watch that belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet, don't try it
I'll jack yo' ass like a looter in a riot
My shit's fat, like a sumo, slammin dat ass
Leavin yo' face in the grass
Cause you know, I don't take a duro, lightly
Punks just jealous cause they can't outwrite me
or kick that style, wicked, wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Rip dat main=frame, I'll explain
A nigga like me is goin insane

Like Louie Armstrong, played the trumpet
I'll hit that bong and break ya off somethin soon
I got ta get my props
Cops, come and try to snatch my crops
These pigs wanna blow my house down
Head underground, to the next town
They get mad when they come to raid my pad
and I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad
Yes I'm the pirate, pilot
of this ship if I get with the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen?
Look, but don't make you eyes strain
A nigga like me is goin insane