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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Redman)
[Redman] Yo yo.. [Chorus x2: Redman and Lady Luck] [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Luck's the name [L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Yo, you niggaz can't stop me [L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me [Lady Luck] Nigga I be, that chick that'll brawl with a dude Strut around nose up with a attitude Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do Aim for your North Face coat Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the month My niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk They say it's, type foul how I look at life now Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man" Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land Nigga uhh [Redman] Yo yo.. [Chorus] [Lady Luck] You heard the flow's lava And little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver (SCREEE!) The glock right beside her And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks up Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up? I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh) Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga I'm never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent nigga The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga (Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on (Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrong Every time, Luck mix coke in every line And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes [Redman] Yo yo.. [Chorus] [Lady Luck] Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV [beep, beep, FLATLINE] You cowards try me I'll let the slugs fly free Where the rocks be? Where the jocks be? You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin this year Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow You broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to dough Never get none nigga let your lip run And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!) Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh) And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada And scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor You wants no drama [Redman] Yo yo.. [Chorus] [Chorus x1/2] [Redman] HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) [Lady Luck] Luck's the name Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs Yo, you niggaz can't stop me This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me |
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| from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001) | |||||
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from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001)
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
[Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt all Mammal you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty smokin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaa yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaaa |
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from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001)
Taking it from the top?
Tippy? Tippy? How High? The Ultimate High [Method Man] Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck want to die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, hmm Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down [Redman] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all why'all niggaz hit the decks! Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [Method Man] 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw Breakin all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture More than you bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all night store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your existence, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D [Redman] I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man (Tical) hit me now Bitches use to play me now they can't forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock Empty off a licking off a hip hop Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? [Chorus] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smoking Buddha on a train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So High that I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick [Method Man] Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece Plus I got no love for the beast Hailin from the big East Coast Where niggaz pack toast Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats [Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped] As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it [Redman] Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes Punks take a sip and test Who split your vest The funk phenomenon I'm bombin you like Lebanon Blow canals of Panama Just off stamina Styles not to be fucked with, or played with Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches Hitting switches, Twisting wigs with Fat radical mathematical type scriptures I dig up in your planets like Diga, Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens Fuck the marines, I got machines To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine I fly more heads than Continental Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks I breaks em up proppa Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya' Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg Look, I got the tools like Rickle To make your mind tickle For the nine nickle (Yo Red, yo Red!) Punk ass pussy ass [You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it] Word up Tical, We Out (It's over) |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X)
Verse One: Erick Sermon I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers Don't udder because my style is buttah The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up) I get Just-Ice, whenever I Bust This Even P.E. Can Trust This I Hollywood swing my shit to the basement Leavin niggaz stunned like how OJ's case went (yeah) The grand imperial, with mad material Before you jump, into my flow yell GERONIM-OH My God, I rock toward the right Then I Set it Off, on the left just for spite The E Double bring the brofunkadelcreeptic hahahHAHAHA Ahahahaha My style's incognito I'm sharper than a razor blade dressed up in a black tuxedo Word to Reggie Noble, and the Shaq Forget Schwarzennegger, I'll be back You know my steelo [Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X) Verse Two: Redman Coming straight from the sluggish part, of Newark, some niggaz Start My styles act wild like Jurassic Park after dark Tyranosaurus Rex blows the discotheque I pose the threat, like an Arabian, blowin up your stadiums My milky styles flows Canals like Panama So get your camera, SNAP, swing back like Reggie Jax Hoooaaa, HAH, nigga look up in the sky It's a bird, fuck, I took the frame, that's my word I put the Crypt Keeper in a sleeper, eureka here's the feature got amnesia that I'm the ultimate funk Pop the trunk, ALLRIGHTY THEN My friend, bust the maneveur How I Ace niggaz like Ventura My style's water like Evian, that's why you Wonder like Stevie and how I get wreck with Erick Sermon and Shaq-Diesel and, I'm comin down with the funk Punks, that's how we go, you know my style You know my steelo [Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X) Verse Three: Shaquille O'Neal Tall TWISM, afro-centric Asian, half-man half-amazin My skill be blazin, six million ways in to die Grab this mic like Pryor Burn baby burn baby burn, like Andre Rison house on fire Follow me forth, follow me back Shaq's Illegal, watch me Get Busy on this track Yo I Gets Busy, packs more Speed than K. Reeves You best believe, my loot's stacked up like a RuPaul weave Punks jump up to get plastered Respect to Wu-Tang and that OL DIRTY BASTARD A lot of hoopers, tryin to play ball TIM-BER!! They're all gonna fall 'cause The world is mine, all mine Quick to treat between the line even Ray Charles ain't that Blind Pass me a Pepsi, forget that freakish Snapple MC talkin head then I will smash him with the alley apple Erick Sermon, Redman, Shaq Three macks, you look for somethin wack you get smacked Boom-pow-ping, da-ping-pat Shaq, is back in effect, so how's that [Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X) |
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from Wyclef Jean - The Preacher's Son (2003)
Right now if you raising some children that don't belong to you But you know you're taking care of them Please report on the dancefloor, let's go now Do the stepfather dance (to the right) Do the stepfather dance (to the left) Do the stepfather dance Baby mama don't hurt nobody, come on [Wyclef] I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh) When ? breaks in the pad Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now I may not be your father But I'm the closest thing to him [Wyclef] Girl I love you And ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for you You my boo and we be sticking just like glue But your kid's got me losing my mind Wanna know if I want you And if I do then you just gotta come to Now the family be fighting through hard times But I'm gon' treat them like they're mine [Wyclef] I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh) When ? breaks in the pad Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now I may not be your father But I'm the closest thing to him [Wyclef] Fresh pair of Jordan's you had it When you want a Playstation you had it (Vendetta) First day of school you had it Even when I didn't have it Once upon a time, not long ago Before the dreads, when I had the afro When in school I used to pass the love notes If you like me check yes if not check no Flip the page now everything changed The kid don't even have my last n |
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| from Blade II (블레이드 2) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (2002) | |||||
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