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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?" |
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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 |
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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 |
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| 4:42 |
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(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.. |
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| 6. |
| 4:52 |
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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 |
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| 4:13 |
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| 8. |
| 4:06 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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| 3:59 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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> |
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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 |
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