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from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)
(People talking)
(Hook: Kokane) Likes to go, eventual Lead you home, come inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch I lead inside Why you got your ass on your shoulders (Busta Rhymes) Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there Create a scandal in there Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out Because ya... (Hook: Kokane) (Busta Rhymes) I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse And what be makin' it worse That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out Because ya... (Hook: Kokane) (Busta Rhymes) Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga But still I really love to sit on my dough And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out Because ya... |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Ya baby
Ya playa Ya baby That's some real pimp shit right here These bitches is outta line man What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches? Check this out man *I got bitches all in my game that don't even know my name then pump your brakes, you hoes Biotch! You could talk all day behind my back, but wont say shit in my face then pump your brakes, you hoes Biotch! you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hooo you are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hoo hoo you are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of her Real motherfucker from the DPG Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha I appreciate the way y'all skate when the clock hit eight now April and Kate Y'all be doin' too much Running your mouths Fuckin shit up, you gotta get up cus I done had enough Getting sick and tired of the same stuff You told Kamil and she told Karla and she told April and now they all know But I could give a fuck 'cus all y'all my hoes So, all that confronting the real nigga on site today is today, last night was last night As I leaned with my hand on my balls I had to really check these bitches and tell then like this dog *Repeat Nina do this and Tina do that Sabrina, Sakina, nigga them all my hood rats Back in the days when I was on the ??? At an early age man I was on the ??? Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that bitch to get going (They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast) Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out And talkin' shit on the phone to me at my baby-moma's house (who's she?) Look here bitch do you know who the fuck I am You better read your motherfuckin' first telegram you remind me of this bitch that used to work for me Had to cut the bitch up 'cus she tried to get too close to me And tried to confront me at a club one night Fuckin' with her friend, a fake bitch (Is that right?) But you know I had to stop and appause And I put my hand on my balls and said ??? what's up dog *Repeat I got my own spot and I got my own keys So can't no bitch talk shit to me Like Kiki did me, bitch changed the locks And kicked me up outta spot I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin' I got another bitch and she was at the ??? home She said she needed a companion Shit I needed a chaperone plus a new home Snap, crack, it's on But in no time at all seems she fell in love But i wasn't ready for that Topcat had to scat I hit her friend from the back While she was at work workin' I was jerkin' that skirt And fuckin with all her friends that was flirtin' And when she found out she told me that that shit hurt (boo-hoo) A week later she fell in love with my homeboy Kurt Bitch you a'int shit but dirt for dirt (biotch!) *Repeat(x2) This is a sexy bitch |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
In these times, of hate and pain
We need a remedy, to help us through the rain Can't you see, I'm straight O-Gin Old Chief Fuck you niggas, think you can't fuck with me Oh c'mon Now that pimp is gonna jump back Bitch, and fuck that Shit, I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin let you know Break the bitch you say "I will" Separate the bitch but you saying "I will" Damn nigga, shit; since you put it like that I'm about to lay some right now nigga And take them straight to the track (track) I've never let a bitch pimp me Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G. Fresh out the pen only 32 days (32 days) And every bitch ? in a multiply ways Now it's a sick world, Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket So she could smell like the big girl And check the one with the fast mouth Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass out I don't care whatcha do Long you don't fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya'll) You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time Old "Blue Eyes," Dogg Sinatra Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he?) The glock cocker, ho hopper, show stopper Watch your mouth, watch your mouth I'll put you in a brick in a building And separate you from your children (Daddy) I stay G'd up All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up (hahaha) If you hit the main line You gonna get stop Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck Me and my niggas go heart and pain Puttin paint where it ain't, makin bitch niggas faint It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside) Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side I'm talking big shit, holdin my dick Banging on you cuz, nigga this crip I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Oh y'all ain't knowin') For you hoes to disbelieve (Hoes in amazement) You wanna bang let's bring it on (Oh Oh) We about thousand niggas strong I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do) Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine) You think you can't be touched (Uhhhhh) Niggas disappear all the time No, I don't love you bitch, ou a hoe, I never will (Never will) Can't tell you my feelings cause the pimpin don't feel Bitch, matter fact be gone Fuck around and have your Momma saying "Baby, he wrong!" Talking about he a real pimp Bitch, is jumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp Since I'm prepare with my hoe, got it crackin with my hoe Study mackin with my hoe, now I'm stackin with my hoe I pop a bottle of Mo About to model a hoe I'm working them, serving 'em and breaking a ? (You know) Did the weed, man get in Take it too long But when he get it dogg I'm taking us off (Give it up nigga) Niggas know how D-O-double G "does it" Known for making that crip hop music, don't abuse it Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker (Humming) Long you don't fuck with mine You think you can't be touched Niggas disappear all the time (Humming) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)
(Intro)
Go help yourself fucker (son of a bitch) Hahahaha!!! (Guh-ohh) I know Tha Eastsidaz Them some bad motherfuckers Uh-oh (Uh-oh, uh) (Snoop Dogg) Swizz Beatz Up in the motherfuckin Dogghouse Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster Godzilla (Goldie (Kokane)) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas talkin shit, bitches on my dick Stay so swift, buckin this shit Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock Hustlers on the block, busters gettin shot Playa haters jock, and pray that they got cop, cuz.. (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) I'm quick to start strappin, down for straight jackin Don't ask me what happened if ya gun start clappin Nigga I was rappin, while you was actin, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Real niggas postin, gettin drunk, smokin Khaki chucks spokin, pistol grip totin Always go for broke, and love livin life motive (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-ooo!!!) (Snoop talking) Everywhere I go I see we just rubbin off on the whole motherfuckin game, haha (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Some be hatin, some roll gatin (so) Most be fakin so they get they hoes taken Since I don't be tastin, you hoes I'll be shakin, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) I see thick ass bitches, big ass switchin Quick cash pimpin, swift ass kickins Zig-Zag twistin, fifth glass sippin (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Don't get quiet, niggas start a riot Take off like hollies, young gangsta try it In it for the highs, you can't deny it man (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Motherfuckers tryin to bang, niggas runnin game Suckas gettin played, player bitches gettin paid Said gangster everyday, place the snitches in their grave (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop talking) Yeah somebody thought the game was dead The game ain't dead these niggas is scared (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Packed up cells, dirty-ass jails Sneaky ass snails, hot like Hell Funky shit that smell, clean your fingernails man (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Redneck cops, X pills pop (fuck 'em) Banned X boxes and yoke gettin shopped Stacks gettin clocked and 'Lacs gettin dropped (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Gone off hennessey, bitches next to me Takin some Ecstasy, want some sex from me It's all G, nigga can't you see, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Cars full of sets, marks gettin checked (Eastside!) Hard niggas vets, bulletscars on they chest Start tryna test I hope the Lord got ya blessed nigga (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop talking) From Spain to Maine, we here to change the game Ain't a motherfuckin thang changed, yaknah'msayin mayne (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Make this motherfucker jump, let the bitches get crunk I got a room at the Trump, later on we can slump Let the speakers thump, and watch these hoes thump (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) Niggas serve zones, niggas swerve chrome Bitches turn wrong, get other bitches turned on (ooh) Think it ain't sold then ya must have heard wrong (Goldie Loc) (Everywhere I go!!!) Bailin thru the streets, always catch me with some heat On my way to buck a freak, back up we fuck the heat In and out of sheets while yo' ass be asleep, cuz.. (Tray Deee) (Everywhere I go!!!) I stand on the set, demand my respect (for life) My hand on the tech, or the magnum on deck (nigga) You ain't gotta guess, I represent it to the death nigga (Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!) (Snoop Dogg talking) Everywhere I go, everywhere I go Every-motherfuckin-where Everywhere we go (EASTSIDE!!!) Hahaha (Everywhere I go!!!) Put ya motherfuckin cups down nigga It's goin down up in this motherfucker Swizz Beatz, Ruff Rydin, Eastside (Everywhere I go!!!) Yeah, yeah, a little somethin, for all my niggas down in the dirty-dirty All my niggas on the BS, yea yea nigga (Everywhere I go!!!) Every-motherfuckin-where I go I keep that bomb-ass weed on me Yeah, got a bad bitch, waitin on me in the hotel room (Everywhere I go!!!) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)
(Kokane)
Life is much mo' precious Than you'll think Like a game'll make yo chips sink It's so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I'll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I'm a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain't too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends Ohhhhhhh (Goldie Loc) Now all I gotta do is keep my head up And walk a straight line when fake friends won't mind But I'm kind-hearted And don't like being stepped on If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day Lil' Jay used to say I'd never be nobody But you know what I never do? Smoke it off like Gotti Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone I never threaten nobody to make it happen Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin' But if I had a chance to give it back I'd give it to the ones who helped me do that Do that, straight from the heart Eastside till I die We ain't no contract friends, we doggs for life (Tray Deee) It's a trip how we Crip Suppose the enemies still With both sides ride causing plenty of tears Insane's and 20's both from the same city A bunch of down niggas and it ain't that many Me, C, and the G can think back to the start Homies chillin', getting high, shooting craps in the park And having a heart To get 'em up if it was beef Head up like G's, take it out in the street Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case And homie that ain't nothing that the set could erase You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close And y'all kids, my kids, so we family now Cause I could never see you doing bad without And that's real (Kokane) Life is much mo' precious Than you'll think Like a game'll make yo chips sink It's so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I'll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I'm a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain't too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends... (fades out) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Let cho' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'all talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin To me, some of these suckers'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain" My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it I'm too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it Come with it *Go.. (just go away).. go a-way! [S] Niggaz can't be trusted [K] Just come back another day [S] Niggaz be on bitch shit [K] Just go far, a-way [S] Niggaz get it twisted Just go a-way.. Now she said she don't like a G Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me You thought you was bout to get a drink on me? I put hands on you bitch like Suga Free I always let a bitch know her boundaries Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW) Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit Nigga we be fuckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they biscuit And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this? *Repeat I said let yo' mind not be confused If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes You fools, these fools, new fools, all y'all talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin Look here Meech, some of these niggaz'll never get it Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain" My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin Now as time fly I see the game gettin mo' reala as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it? I always tend to come widdit Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it Too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it When you learn what to do with it I'll be done with it Come with it *Repeat Yeah I'm bout to go far away So far you might not see me My nigga Meech on the beat We takin over this motherfucker, ha ha! And they thought we fell off Fell all up in your motherfuckin ass Be-ii-ee-ii-itch! KoKane - aww that's funky right there Puttin it back on the map Uhh, let me hear some dawg Ahhh, as we take your mind to a dimension you never thought existed *Repeat |
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from Training Day (트레이닝 데이) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Kokane)
[*Kokane laughing*] [Kokane] People are so, so greedy Tired of fake homies, homies, homies (Why they hatin' on me) I don't know what... (Y'all expect from me) In fact I'm tired of... (So-called fake homies) You reall ain't said nothin' Only come around... Act like I owe ya something [Hook: Kokane] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo woman take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [Sen Dogg] It's a motherfucker man, they all greedy You get cho' head put out for shit that you don't need Some fools baller status just ain't enough There's always some other nigga out there that got it mo' plush You don't gotta be a rich man to be content Some niggas got it all but don't know where the good times went The quality of life can only be enhanced When ya trust other motherfuckers and uh give em' a chance Don't mistake my kindness as a weakness Cause I work out my mental as well as my physical fitness I've seen a lot of fools get caught up in this greed business All it gets you is on everybody's shit list Greed is like a disease, something sort of psychologic Once ya take the gun ho ain't no way to ever stop it [Hook: Kokane] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [B-Real] How many faces of greed have you seen That would make a good man fall and a woman plot and scheme Even a homie on ya team is suspect When it comes to money and power an all you expect They try to put their hands in ya pockets with out chu' lookin' But when I find you out ya whole world's shookin' And they're relentless, the quest for the ends is endless You lose yo senses and you get beatin' senseless But there's others you can't do nothin' about Cause they're on a higher level and they hold too much clout But in time, in the end they'll pay When they're standin' before the man on Judgement Day Standin' there but what excuse can you give You reduced to shit because you refuse to give [Hook] (GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED) Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED) Destroys successful record companies (GREED) And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell [Kokane] (Why they hatin' on me) I don't know what... (Y'all expect from me) In fact I'm tired of... (So-called fake homies) You reall ain't said nothin' Only come around... Act like I owe ya something |
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from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)
Intro:
Eh Uh Uh Uh Verse 1: Don't Ask me where the f**k Im from Or what set I claim I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50 Im on 1 and I just begun I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch I just wish Tupac was here to witness this Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call It's my time, so everybody jump on the train With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherf**ker Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) Verse 2: My gun damn near bigger then me I aint the nigga to be Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3 I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds We gon count to ten and then put the clips in Whoever is the last man standin wins You throw some money in the hood and it always works My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out? Its enough of this he say she say shit Now its time to find out who you with Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) Kokane: The streets aint got no love Oh but im a nigga on top of things These niggas dont feel my pain Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man But I aint even lookin for love Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay I gots to just do my thing Chorus 1x: (Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
DPG, is down with us
X to the Z, is down with us D-R-E, is down with us My nigga Kokane, is down with us Eastside gang is, down with us Niggas talkin s**t, I'm gettin ready to bust I'm number one (one, one, one) With a bullet motherf**kers I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) Aww naw (who is it?) It's motherf**kin' Snoop Dogg I live the fast life, where ya keep ya cash tight In broad daylight, walkin' wit ya flashlight Addin' up what ya brought in from last night She mad tight with mad bite (is that right?) Bad lil b***hes on my tizeam (tizeam) Nigga, that's the American drizeam (wha-wha-wha-what) Pussy broke the President (yeah it did) And pussy made a pimp rich (yeah it did) I live like 'em both as I smoke on my dope On my boat...thumbin' through c-notes Now here's a toast to the coast Cuz we doin' it the most (we doin' it the most) Playa playa high costs Uno, dos, I'm bout to get ghost Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they will never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (want some?) Do you wanna have a sip with me? Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) It's time to shine, the world is mine (the world is mine) I never ever dropped a dime (shiiit) Nigga might cop a dime Never hesitate to pop a 9 (bah!) And always come up with the proper line Stick to the script b***h I'm hurtin s**t (hurtin s**t) Let me show you motherf**kers what I'm workin with (what you workin with?) Don't need no water to go with your order And you aint got to smuggle the s**t up over the border Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable We leavin' 'em low Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke He done drank and she done smoked The meters are broke, we put the V to the note I brought the weed to smoke And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G The s**t ya doin' is so lovely The haters hate cuz they can never be There ain't no limit to this melody (melody) You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy) I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (Hennesey) Do you wanna have a sip with me? (sip with me?) Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?) Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up Don't hurt nobody when you back it up Cuz we came here to have a good time Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine) On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know) Yeah I got this Henn in my cup And this Buddah got me stuck I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself) I don't know why I act this way I just wanna be left alone I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself) Shaquille O'Neal, is down with us Look half dead, is down with us My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us And eastside Watts, is down with us The whole crip car, is down with us My niggas on the four yard, I'm givin it up We number one (one, one, one) (Gunshot) With a bullet motherf**kers |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)
(Snoop Dogg)
**talking while singing "Late night"** Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money... I mean it's hard.. hustling late night You know (late niight) Some of these suckas out there tryna get what I got Tryna pull me down (late night) But you know.. I'm a real playa Real hustler.. real gangsta I'm bout getting this money (late night) I don't give a fuck what time it is.. It can go down all night.. (Tray Deee) Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat First step, to collect a nigga's bread and meat The squares asleep But all the hogs out on the prowl Blocks get locked down like they off a child Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining 9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising Occupation gangsta committed to thug life (Kokane) On a late night.. That's the time we gone ride Nigga, it's do or die Late night We ain't checking for names When the hollow points fly On a late night.. Deeper and deeper We had to get into some gangsta shit Late night Deeper and deeper They don't know who they fucking wit (Goldie Loc) Dead bodies with a funky smell Throw 'em in the ocean Jack the fo' up two times And young nigga, keep coastin' Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo? I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house? Gallop in yo shit like the black joust To make it real simple and quick If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit And it's all about the fast lane, nigga When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas (Kokane) On a late night.. That's the time that we gone move a gang away Late night They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes On a late night.. Deeper and deeper I bang these streets for all so long Late night Deeper and deeper Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong (fades out) |
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from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)
(Intro: Kokane + (Snoop Dogg))
Ohhh... Chassa-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LBC, Chassa-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) La da da da da da da (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LB (LB) (Tray Deee) What up cuhz? You know ain't nothin' different on mines When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk I'm blowin' niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough The last thought you rappin' niggaz should think Is you could never get as gangsta as Tray Deee on the beat On the streets, over beef, you don't compete with uno You know - the general a criminal do-low Committed 'cause I'm wit it, then I spit it and live it Niggaz timid in my vision, I cause tension and thinkin' By my presence I'm the answer to societys hate A true rider with the mind to push the mightiest weight Fools petty and they ready, steady comin' with bullshit A full clip what you'll get that hit like a mule kick A sure hit, that's all I'm aimin' for when I blast Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Tray Deee) Yeah niggaz, how you figure that the game gon' wait? I came home straight from the pen to take yo' place Ain't no chase, this paper comin' soon as I post up And watch the victim clock and catch him choppin' his dope up Fuck his hopes up - stripped, gagged, and roped up Take the whole cut and leave him swoll and ghost up I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike Thug for life, come and catch the slugs at night Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty Since the game is shitty I gots to bang the city Strictly gangsta so I bring the terroristical heat Rap, scrap, jack, and mack to reach the tip of the peak This is the Beach, now any nigga got a rebuttal - gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once he peek at the muzzle Struggled hard for my title and intend to hold it You want it? - then all invitations open (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Tray Deee) I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street Then that's seven more bustas who claim they got heat And it'll take seven more C's 'fore I start to reach Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street Tray Deee never do it easy, fool so don't expect it Niggaz get checked and they sets disrespected No question, I'm all you ever thought that you was Til' you ran across the boss and now you coughin' up blood Shoot first, fools curse 'fore they kick up dust Clip gon' bust, then they gon' have to pick loc up All that talkin' 'cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off Senseless loss, a curb where niggaz piss me off Conflict with my click, get your bitch ass touched All my comrads bomb fast, it's as sick as fuck 2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf Check the cash when we mash. always rugged, the worst (Chorus: Snoop Dogg) Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug (Outro: Kokane) + (Snoop Dogg) *Kokane ad libs* (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Malice N Wonderland (2009)
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you talking in your sleep I hear the secrets that you keep When you talking in your sleep When you close your eyes And you go to sleep That's when I ride late night I be on the creep I'mma get you before you get me Them n***s that you hang With is also weak |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Yeah nigga MC Ren up in
this mother fucker West West y'all Yeah L A niggaz L A niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize yaknahmsayin Niggaz don't wanna peep game yaknahmsayin But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre droppin heat box on y'all bitchass Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize L A niggaz connected all over he motherfuckin world nigga Recognize this Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up At Leimert Park taggin hittin fools up Ditchin my class just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever dope like Cuba Got em jumpin King T starts speakin indecipherable I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon Smoke big green call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks I pop lock witcha Picture this Dr Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM Wait a minute it's on I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate check it From sundown to sunup clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut nigga what We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A Gimme that mic fool it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you harass you Blast you for that set you claim where you from Mash on you for your turkish chain CK B K Blued up or flame I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble yeah yeah I bang though like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali AK's and 9's One time's sunshines and fine ass bitches Hawaiian thai drive by six fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called WHAT THE DIF' Where the brothers in the hood refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline dead on the floor Better than yours drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX to the Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply we don't die the streets don't lie What so neither do I I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself Five in the mornin burglars at my do Glock forty five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz who by fifths by the fo and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass Dr Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style but can't find no openings We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Yeah
A little something for all the O.G.s out there That put the foundation together Was doin' this thang Before I knew what to do with this thang right here Ya know But just to let them know what time it is And how we get down Me, Kokane, and Battlecat Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here Check this out y'all We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it? That's real talk baby You know what We stay on point like Stacey Adams That's real talk right there baby (Stacey Adams) I'm in a 3 piece suit Looking too cute Mashin' flashin' Lookin' for a prostitute Boo boo, you got that loot I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P And everythang in here movin' belong to me That component set, was given to me By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D. He told me, Frisco E. This here gone be The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see Colder than Fillmore Slim Tilt that brim Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick Keep it crackin' like pistachios Get that money And continue to mash these hoes And when the Player's Ball roll around again I'm guaranteed to win You know why? Cuz we *We stay on point like Stacey Adams 24 hours a day, 7 days a week Yea, yea You know why? We stay on point like Stacey Adams You know that's all we know how to do (Stacey Adams) Gee'd up to the feet up Not only that but uhh Make it spectacular Put on my black cape And look like Blackula Smack ya up with the shit that I drop 911, call the cops There's a bitch, snitch Ain't that a bitch I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch I get rich on the fakers who hate Bakin' my cake And catch the Lakers at 8 On channel 9 Pop a bottle of wine Then at 10 hit the club With my nephew Dub 11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy I'm trying to get mine early I can't be seen with your girly Continue to mash these hoes I keep it crackin' like pistachios I get the money first With no rehearsal Snoop D-O double G Still controversial Aahhh *Repeat(x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
{*cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton*}
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg Now answer me this - did you f**k that b***h or what? That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers You need to put your motherf**kin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom) And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me) and c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga) Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again and I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth? That's a motherf**kin lie (f**k that fool) Black folks stick together til we die, hmm That'll be the day.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Liar, liar, pants on fire Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!) Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher I won't stop puffin til I re-tire My b***hes, my niggaz, they off the wire They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire Movie star b***hes the ones you desire Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer See most b***hes like f**kin with a rider Slider, to the sider, invite her to a gangsta, party, provider {*laughing*} with a lot of meat by-products (mm) And beat the puddy-pot and got up She licked the dick from the top to the bottom {*woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad b***h!) Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!" What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie.. Lies, lies, stories and alibis Big Mac in the land of the small fries Everyone lies and tries to get by Some of us drink while most just get high {*KoKane scats and ad libs to the music*} Ah what's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes? |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Whassup nephew?
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz Niggaz get the misconception of us cause we so cold at what we do But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though You feel me? *[K] Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothin to hide I want the world to see.. [S] I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggaz do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta b***hes wave yo' hands See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers See we smoke and go (?) cause the b***h ain't never s**t to me and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me The s**t to me is simple, it relies on credentials We credible individuals, ahead of you we original Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though f**k 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again The jealousy (?) over success, just keep you slower While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top Hit hit the switch and smash down the block And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga And don't never get the wrong idea nigga (Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em *Repeat I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East On a b***h I remain the beast, none the least Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang in the hood and in Hollywood Record company executives think it's all to the good Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn I'm down with P, and D-R-E A real nigga from the motherf**kin L.B.C. I just look like this, I stay down for the twist I'm real with this, deep as abyss I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit *Repeat(x3) |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
{*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me}
Yeah y'all gone miss me {*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone Yeah, y'all gone miss me {y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your head and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep it gangbang 100 proof E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me? Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies *Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease) I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?) Windows on tint, ridin like the President It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah) I moved out the hood like I should (say what?) And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?) But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood 20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin *Repeat Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers Bonafied killers The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) and buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass Remember my name and remember my face Remember these words, and remember the taste And remember, we all gotta leave this place I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang" Rain-drops, fallin on my head Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed {*harmonizing to fade with interjections of "y'all gone miss me"*} |
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