[hook - david banner]
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy

[verse 2 - 2 chainz]
lets make a toast to the breadwinner
i am so damn hot i done scared winter
life a beach, i done dance with her
all up in the sand with her
try to get up in the bed with her
and put my third leg in her
uh, i’ve been pumpin’ pussy like gas nigga
got my fo’fo’, you’ll get 8 like math nigga
still use a shoe box for my stash nigga
money so tall you gon’ need a giraffe with ya
yeah, self esteem high like 26
you can catch me gettin’ high with like 20 bitches
takin’ plenty pictures, yeah you know i’m camera ready
i’m about to wax that ass, i got my candle ready

[hook - david banner]
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
and bitch i’m tall as yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
yao ming
look at my daddy, look at my daddy
look at my daddy, look at my daddy

[verse 3 - asap rocky]
it's mister pretty muthafucka
bitch i am the trill man
spit that gangsta boogie
in my zone, but they still dance
them raiders be like haters
we the trill clan, no the real

I know I`ll miss her later
Wish I could bend my love to hate her
Wish I could be her creator
To twist her arms now

She stares up at the stars when
The stars fell from her hair then
I bent down to collect them
And then she was gone

Oh, I sleep just to dream her
I beg the night just to see her
That my only love should be her
Just to lie in her arms

Oh, I came there to find out
Find out she`d made up her mind, oh
My arms are all tied up
To me she was blind

This space between us
Where wingless dreams fall earless
Will you not bear me witness
With your back to me now

It seemed so unnerving
Still somehow deserving
That she could hold my heart so tightly
And still not see me here, oh

Oh, I sleep just to dream her
Beg the night just to see her
That my only love should be her
Just to lie in her arms

I know I`ll miss her later
Wish I could bend my love to hate her
Wish I could be her creator
To be the light in her eyes

[Z-Ro]
Ain`t nobody, really got my back
Motherfuckers just be hanging around me, because I rap
It ain`t no love involved, no motherfucking love at all
If I had a price on my head, I bet my partnas would give up they dog
Wish my mama was living, cause I`d be giving her my time
Shit, I`d probably never would of started to rhyme
My lifetime it ain`t no sunshine, cause it be raining
I be trying my best to smile, but I can`t cause I be paining
I`m paranoid all day, I keep my steel with me, bitch ass jackers
Try to get me, so now my people be scared to come and chill with me
Fuck y`all, I`m one deep till I D-I-E
Displaying off some boxing game, when H-O-E`s try me
An S.U.C. Guerilla Maab veteran, constantly head busting
Leaving em in need, of an exceteran, I`m going
Do` knocking with a glock, paying a visit to some of my foes and friends
Z-Ro Jones Jr., swelling em up around the nose and chin

[Hook - 2x]
Fuck all of y`all, y`all done pissed a nigga off
I`ma touch all of y`all, round each and every corner
Someone follow y`all, they just trying to give you a present
Something holla dog, and that`s for all of y`all

[Z-Ro]
I done made up my mind
I hustle all alone, I`m trying to get a solo shine
Everytime I turn around, someone bringing me down
Got tired of em pulling on me, started slanging them rounds
Now they thinking, I`m a crazy
Scarred and stabbed and shot, I`m still a baby
I want my mama, cause I`m having bad dreams and I die in em all
Got me ain`t friendly when you see me, ain`t no smiling at all
Live the thug life, heartless and hopeless
Laying low ducking the law went North, you lusting and act-a-dochess
I`m connected, my best friend use to be I-10
Till my out of town connect, pulled out two techs and took my ends
Got me throwed off in the mind, retaliation`s what I taste
His get blowed off with my nine, incarceration`s what I face
Feel me, I done lost my mind, but I`m not trying to find out where it went to
It might be for the best, cause I`m not trying to remember the shit I been
thru

[Hook - 2x]

[D-Reck]
It`s automatic gun fire, till they all expire
Of course they said they loved me, but they all was lies
Told me just give em a deal, now I tote a pill
But when it was forth and ten, only a few was real
Instead of making you an employee, nigga I made you a friend
Now look what you lose, your Q`s and handle fections stealing your ends
I`ve been behind the scenes, but in front of the schemes
Organized the team, for you to realize your dream
That`s how you pay me back, you funny fake fraud and flipper
Over pennies and nickels, they turned sour like milk
It`s no wonder why, so many`ll never see fortune and fame
Fuck what you claim motherfucker, you never endue it no pain
What you bumping for lil daddy, my address the same
Ain`t no pain without no gain, you got the heart to sustain
Now I`m solo for the do`-low, ain`t fucking with you no mo`
For one thing you do, and I`ll have you knocked off for the low-low

[Hook - 2x]

It`s only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself

Something beautiful is happening inside for me
Something sensual, it`s full of fire and mystery
I feel hypnotised
I feel paralysed
I have found heaven

There`s a thousand reasons
Why I shouldn`t spend my time with you
For every reason not to be here
I can think of two
To keep me hanging on
Feeling nothing`s wrong
Inside your heaven

It`s only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself

I can feel the emptiness inside me
Fade and disappear
There`s a feeling of contentment
Now that you are here
I feel satisfied
I belong inside
Your velvet heaven

Did I need to sell my soul for pleasure like this
Did I have to lose control to treasure your kiss
Did I need to place my heart in the palm of your hand
Before I could even start to understand

It`s only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself

Spotlight

In the spotlight life is so peachy yeah, yeah, yeah
wouldn`t you like to retire with a million?

A million beating hearts
behind brick and cold steel piping
fighting for the top
fighting for the room to breathe
bench parks sleepers lie
cold blanket bed less babies
here this must stop
I cannot stay

Damn you, big city, black city
rising up around me, steal my soul away
big city, black city
rise and take me over, steal my soul away
but all out in this world
the night it crawls it falls much harder than I recall
out in this world
a siren calls from every corner

In the spotlight life is so peachy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
all of us in the spotlight for a reason, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
caught for stealing somebody`s riches, no, no, no, no
wouldn`t you like to retire with a million bucks?
yeah

Came here from a small town
I see my dreams here in the big city
sour disappointment
I cannot stay

Damn you, big city, black city
rising up around me, steal my soul away
Big city, black city
rise and take me over, steal my soul away
but all out in this world
the night it crawls it falls much harder than i recall
out in this world
a siren calls from every corner

In the spotlight life is so peachy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
all of us in the spotlight for a reason, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
caught for stealing somebody`s riches, no, no, no, no
wouldn`t you like to retire with a million bucks?
yeah

yeah….
yeah….
yeah….
yeah….

* send all corrections to THIS typist

Intro (Spezializtz):
AAAROOOH!
Bin ick kaffer, alter
Ja man, Berliner sind schon wieder auf Tash
AAAROOOH, AAAROOOH, AAAROOOH, AAAROOOH
Bin ick kaffer, alter? OK das reicht
Jetzt is genug mit dem Lapalцma Flash

Verse One (Harris of Spezializtz):
Wer ist der Negro ьberhaupt und er wirds auf jeden bleiben
«HARRIS!!!» Ellessen, dass das geklдrt ist
Ihr peilt schon beim ersten Reim dass das hier Harris ist
und jetzt mit Berlin`s Elite auf Tash an Ort und Stelle ist
und das mit P.O.T. von Kinzmania und Big Sal von den Harleckinz
DJ Tomekk sagt immer zu mir: Harris Alter du spinnst
Pimp Gyver von den G.B.Z.-Oholika
mit meiner H-Town Crew nicht immer aber цfter mal im Kurven Star
Ja, jeder hier scheisst auf Faker und Konsorten
mit meinem Fakerlangstreckenkommunikationssystem kann ich Faker immer
orten
Ellessen stylemдssig werd` ich sie dann einschдtzen
Mein Style is wie `ne Flex, damit kann ich alle Toys durchflexen
fьr alle Hip Hop`s `n Beck`s weg exen was`n sonst
Harris A.K.A. der Typ der auf Konzerten dafьr sorgt das du kommst

Chorus (Dean of Spezializtz, Big Sal):
«1, 2, 3…» (scratch)
G.B.Z. und KMC
from Berlin
«Germany» (scratch)
also fickt euch ins Knie!
Haha, ja man!

«1, 2, 3…» (scratch)
G.B.Z. und KMC
from Berlin
«Germany» (scratch)
also fickt euch ins Knie!
Haha, ja man!

Verse Two (P.O.T.):
I got caught up on a speed lane, let the heat flame
P.O.T.`s the street name, what the deal game
Called a weed man, the real pain, where my team aim
Funky feelin`! Knock knock this is Pole Pot, what the deal is
The Original BECKS-sippin` Berlin Street Boys
Individual tech-spittin` urban heat noise
disturbin` decoys, you heard the deep voice
Check me on my block and the rugged street boys
Let`s see who`s next B.C. vex increase index
overseas in jets with squeezin` text
best care track, investment cheques
get blessed by sess, no questions left
just check the rest

Chorus

Verse Three (Big Sal):
Big Sal sonsees the nonsense, my overseas conference
who freeze your offense, referees and top ten`s
Pah, blow your wizzle (?)
Harris throw your pistol play you know the issue
We godless I`m gone diss you it`s offical
My necessarry roughness is often the toughest
Even signed a war over Puff`s hits you can`t encough this
Lyrical wild mustangs, and it go mine in slang
I`m bringin` you rhymes that bang
?`an gard?, my G Hard Squad we die hard.
Rapalots or Rhyme Gods
with excalibur swords flex the caliber dawg
We can show down through down, watch you go down
make you live on a low down now hear that sound
You can still make a hit but make sure the outlet
obset the counterfied now turn that down a bit
And let these whole raps snap like Jaws that crack
or like Shane source (?) the Beck`s clown max
Still I`m fist this, so diamantristic
still rhymin` twisted, so ask you why I`m excistin`
Got to get that out my system of violence
Bringin` the loud heavy metal with silence
B.C.

Chorus (2x)

Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home
The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell
There is nobody home

Apartment 223,(Scratch: I`m very hungry) (3x)

Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed
cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin leather coat
I chant while candles burn with robes on
You will learn
Christian no Hebrew on the the balcony I see you
The devils coffin with corpse of course
In a mental state earthquake
Schitzophrenic eatin` Campbells soup
Takin a piss urinalysis test
I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest
Just purchased the charter arms .38
Then you entered the confetti hell gate
On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, should have been in San Quentin
I`m doin`life to ten, when I come home you goddamn
right I`m goin back again
Fuck the drinks on the table
While you sleep I take pictures of bullets in your navel
Open your face and pour milk in your forehead
Count the bodies, that`s four dead
Look behind your fuckin` back
With the drill bit in your ass crack, EXTREME PRESSURE
Teach you a lesson
Fuck your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
With hoods like Dracula
I walk in back of ya
Draggin you stomach parts to McDonalds
Drink Absolut bottles and bottles, while you tryin`
to fuck with the most exotic models

[Chorus]

As you see the sign, beware of animals
A fuckin wild habitat
My living room is the wilderness with spots on
my carpet
practicing my gun targets
Virtual reality is a rough end to yor career
set you on fire in a leather chair
Using charcoal to broil
Rap you jealous eyeballs in aluminum foil
Wearin` Masses(masks) on the telephone talkin to
your black asses, with stocking caps I reach
I`m takin`your ass in a rented van to Venice Beach
In a cardboard box
Beatin` down your knees with a bag of Master locks
Police can`t hear you with a dead body tied near you
It`s hot, I `m drinkin` soda with a tech-9 sprayin`
your fan belt motor
Stop the bullshit, blast you hands of the hood
I pull quick
Video tape you in a puddle of blood with razors in
your dick
With an extra clip I move your torso
Spit on you hips
With Mac-11 vice grips, surgery is major
With my sneakers stompin` on your pager
With my cup of Maxwell coffee, I like niggas whose
bossy
Fuck the critics I press your back
Steam burn through your straight leg jeans
Soakin your bones out in the washing machine, with
tide soap in the laundromat you witness the killing
Your man got scared called Riverdale with a baseball
hat, took a cab to Hawthorne
I know where he`s goin`
You can`t hide in an empty apartment with a matress
and no protection, with a New York psycho
Bombshells in the Hollywood section
I`m pressin bells and bells and bells till you fuckin
let me in

[Chorus]

Follow you on tour like a haunted nightmare
Kickin` in your intestines like Rick Flair
Standin` by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
and a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in the elestric window, piss on
your fenders
With my ubbrella up like the Avengers
Plead guily in court bring glocks through security
x-reays going for the worlds record
Shut the fuck up about music, I`m playin` checkers
with blood Polo shirts
Lookin` at the fireworks
on the dirty ass terrace
Bones in `fridgerators spring water and lettuce
Fuck it if your jealous
Gather crackers with flowers around `em
Keep you eyes around `em
Buck dishes, dial your ambulance I`m on a mission
Open up your shin guards in tinfoil
Warmin` my bread and Saurkraut while your legs boil
Ketchup and Mustard, Fuck voodoo
Paint on my face lookin off my roof like Shaka Zulu
Surroundin you area for the biggest mass hysteria
Muhammed don`t (he mad?)
While you motherfuckers eat pork I tast real humans
on my fork

[Chorus x4]

[Frankenstien`s assistant type voice]
You do not see anything on the table? (Chairs
squeak against floor) Well wait until I get the box….

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

44 reason come to mind
Why you motherfuckin brothers` hard to find
He be walkin on the streets and fuckin with mine
Stupid punk can`t fuck with a mastermind
See I never take a step on a Compton block
or LA without the AK ready to pop
Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain`t the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I thinks it`s better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up
and jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin at? You goin
goddamn! Cos it`s the city
and for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I`m a nigga you can`t remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove
To their homies that they can hang by dealin with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet
Yo I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

D-R-E
A motherfucker who`s known for carryin gats
and kick raps that make snaps
Adapts to anything violent that I`m located at
If you see me on the solo moves best believe that I`m strapped
4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47
Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
and lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and you know it don`t stop
Now I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off but I ain`t speakin about between the thighs
I`m talkin about cockin a gauge in between your eyes
That`ll make you drop to your knees cos you realise
that a gat will make any nigga civilised
Old buster ass nigga talkin bullshit
Don`t know that I`m the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks em off proper-ly
Real G so doubt it
I`m the one who`s doin it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name`s Dre Eastwood when I`m packin a gun
You don`t believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don`t die
But some still don`t hear me though
You`re too near me not to hear me, nigga yo
So now you know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)

Q-TIP:
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy then lets go, hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday

POS AND Q-TIP:
Saturday, it`s a Saturday
It`s a Saturday, it`s a Saturday
Saturday, it`s a Saturday
Saturday, it`s a Saturday

POS:
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink
And sure to make you think about the times
To scope fun instead of fights
(But diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life)
Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it`s time to let loose
`Cause you`ve worked like heck to get the week in check
So unfasten that noose around your neck
Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
Come on everybody dig the funky output

VINIA:
Five days you work
One whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
It`s Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it`s Saturday
Saturday, it`s Saturday
Saturday, it`s Saturday-ay
(Is the word, is the word, is the word)

POS:
Now as you pump your fist I reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll
Fess to impress
Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way I`m dressed
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
`Cause all we need is feet
(And rollerskates)
But promote the hustle `cause it keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in

DOVE:
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I`m heatin` high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one idea
It`s clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y`all
And let`s zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let`s zip on by
Feed on a weed and we`re feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin` quick
Come on, there`s no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning
No hackeysack, let let me in
Spill on the bottom away, but it`s okay, huh
It`s a Saturday

POS:
Now let`s all get baked like Anita

Q-TIP:
Watch Mr. Lawnge, don`t look at the peter

DOVE:
Feel on the fun, I`ll feel on the

VINIA:
Hey, watch that!

DE LA SOUL:
It`s a Saturday

VINIA:
Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries and you will be all right
It`s Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it`s Saturday
Saturday, it`s Saturday
Saturday, it`s Saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
(Aaoww)

(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)

When I left to go Africa people said….
Don`t come back with no with craft on your head
I just left the comment blank and kept my cool
Because they only said what they was taught in school
Brainwashed education
Of our nation
Publicized in its prime
To be behind the time
Adequate excuse
And all verbal abuse
Our history is a mystery
So what`s the use???

Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam
Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam
Sala mali cume,mali cume salaam

Now I took me a trip to Africa
A seven hour flight from America
I got off the plane and what did I see
But some brothers and sisters who look like me
Warm greetings,hello,hi`s
Alot of mosquitos and a whole lot of flys

Young ones try to persuade you to buy
To feed their families so no one dies
Of hunger,shelter,clothes and starvation
In the ghetto it`s the same situation
Over big water so far I roam
To find my way back home
To find my way back home
To find my way back home

Now I woke up at two in the afternoon
In the middle of December which felt like June
I got on the bus,then all of us,caught a boat
As we listened to the jams we wrote
As the boat stayed afloat and we was close to shore
I seem an Island one I felt I seem before
I was gonna ask the guide,but I forgot his name
So I said,»It ain`t nuthin`,all Islands are the same!»
Shame,who`s the blame for that inside shame
Then I found out Goree Island was the name
Aim was to proceed with the mystery
Of the hidden,forbidden history
Goree Island was the last place the slaves was brought
Before taken to America,sold and bought
And I could feel it in the air when my feet touched land
To be the first rap group to rock Africans
Our distant brothers,great,great grandmothers
To one another,it`s you I salute
Because a man without history is like a tree without Roots
So I say now….

Now I took me a trip to Africa
A seven hour flight from America
I got off the plane and what did I see
But some brothers and sisters who look like me
Warm greetings,hello,hi`s
Alot of mosquitos and a whole lot of flys

Young ones try to persuade you to buy
To feed their families so no one dies
Of hunger,shelter,clothes and starvation
In the ghetto it`s the same situation
Over big water so far I roam
To find my way back home
To find my way back home
To find my way back home

Salaam alaikum, alaikum salaam……

Ahh
First day off probation, no wastin` time
Just like ancient times, and take a dime and roll it
Blaze it with no fear
After havin` to take piss tests for a whole year
Smokin` with a cold beer makes me kinda think
Why I don`t like to drink heavily, `cause what my P.O. was tellin` me
`You can`t smoke and even eat poppy seeds
But you can buy liquor, and drink all you need`
It`s callin` me, I used to drink Heineken`s
Now it`s `bout 5 or 10, plus wine and gin
Hennessy, finishing the last drop
To the liquor store was a cash crop
Drive right past the grass spot
Doin` the dumbest shit I ever did in my life
Riskin` my life,
Resistin` arrest
It`s in my flesh
Probably smell funny
And there go Del`s money
Fast forward to 1998
I smash more herb than those old day`s
With a whole J to the face
Nah, I`m still feelin` gettin` drunk more than weed
But now we back in Amster-D, got some grams for me
Chocolate Thai and Purple Haze
And blocks of hash that make the J`s last for days
Rollin` up so phat, circumference stuffed with major chronic
We can put a wager on it
When we first got out here in Europe it was everywhere
Even at the gas station, I was down in the mat
A fast pace, when I thought `This shit ain`t helpin` nothin`
When I can get elevated straight puffin` nothin«

Chorus:
(Scratching) Straight puffin` nothin`…
(Scratching) Straight puffin` nothin`…
(Scratching) Straight puffin` nothin`…

The smokin` sessions was the best in the world
Plus the price was right, affordable, so more to use
So fat they deserve the Kodak
And no tax so I`m savin`
Not misbehavin`
That`s a risk we takin`, we ain`t talkin` bout that
We in the outback, smokin` till my mouth`s black, how`s that?
Another fucked up for sho`, being blow
I sorta didn`t get it crunk
When I was drunk
Slow that liquor down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley
A tribute
`Cause it`s probably as fat as it was he rolled
When he strolled
Down the same cobble stone streets
With his own beats
Another generation, a different time zone
With his mind blown, thinkin` up divine poems
Blessed by the father (?)
It`s a father of spiritualities, since it all affects the Karma
I used the herb for good purposes
Some people are sure to diss, but up in Amsterdam they nurcher it
And I can`t forget about (?)
This kid is brainia
Try to sell hard drugs there then they claimin` ya
Life, they only deal with real shit
All the bomb and hash you want to deal it
And all`s well, they don`t even sell it for much
And the cops don`t really touch, `cause it ain`t slangin` dust
I`m writin` this, right now under the influence
But if you`d just torch those that say I shouldn`t do this
Bob Marley`d out, at least `til I`m back by the lake
But I might roll 1 or 2 for old times sake…

Chorus:
(Scratching)

[DMX]
You got a minute for yo` son father, I need to talk
I`m so tired of tryin to run father, let`s take a walk
I`m so sorry for what I done father, it ain`t my fault
But the devil`s been on my back lately, he`s like a hawk
You never give us more than we can handle, but it`s gettin hard
And I`m a strong individual, but I need you God
Lot of things that I used to, I don`t wanna
run the streets like I used to, I know I`m gonna
speak the word for you one day
Up in there like, «Hallelujah!» on Sunday
I thank you Lord for the blessings that you gave me
And for my life with the blessings you have saved me
And for my wife you have carried me enough times — and that`s the truth
Married me to rough times, throughout my youth
And through it all I saw that you was still with me
I was that one lost sheep and you was comin to get me

[Chorus]
Lord you got me like.. your love got me like..
Lord you got me like.. your love got me like..
Lord you got me like.. your love got me like..
Lord you got me like.. your love got me like..

[DMX]
I look at life a little different now, since you hugged me
And I always loved my peoples, but now they love me
Thank you for the love Lord, we praise ya
Jacob`s descendants, from Africa to Asia
Pleadin the blood of Christ over our life
Wrong or right, just help us make it through the night and we`ll
shout yo` name in times of need
And times of joy, and, when we bleed
And, when we are overcome with greed
You ain`t gon` half to tell me twice, I`ma take heed
And because of what you`ve given me, I know you`ll deliver me
And I won`t drown no matter how deep the river be
You are the strength I, never knew I had
Kept the heart good when they told me it was bad
All praises due to ya
That`s why I had to dedicate somethin new to ya, thank you father

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Uhh..
I never knew a love like, this before
Messin with the thug life I, missed it all
You opened the doors and, let me in
I`m down for the cause so, let`s begin
Prayers that you give to me I give to them
Same way you live in me I live in them
Life is a blessing now
You got me smilin from inside of my heart, when inside it was dark
And it doesn`t rain anymore
Only sunshine, no pain anymore, I really love my
You washed away the tears with the fears
I`m happier than I`ve ever been in my life, the whole thirty years
You know that! one day I`ll speak the word
You know that! when I do I will be heard
You know that! you gave me a permanent smile
And you know this father because I`m yo` child, what?

[Chorus]

[Chorus] — (minus second half of each line)

[Chorus] — repeat 2X

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright

Cause I`m the bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy, bitchy the bitchy
The bitchy, bitchy the bitchy, bitchy
The bitchy, the bitchy bitchy
The bitchy, bitchy bout bitchy bitchy bitchy you love to hate

Suck my pussy for a porkchop
I said suck my pussy for a porkchop
I said suck my pussy for a porkchop
I said suck my pussy for a porkchop

Why yo dick so small
Cause that bitch gave you blue balls
Why yo dick so small
Cause that bitch gave you blue balls

1- Do it baby, lick it baby
Do it baby, lick it baby
Do it baby, lick it baby
Uh lick it baby, do it
Do it baby, lick it baby
Do it baby, lick it baby
Do it baby, lick it baby
Uh lick it baby, do it

Where the big dicks at, where the big dicks at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where the big dicks at, where the big dicks at
Where they at, where they at, where they at

I need some dicky, some dicky dicky
Some dicky, dicky some dicky
Some dicky dicky, some dicky dicky
Some dicky, some dicky dicky
Some dicky dicky

I need some dicky, some dicky dicky
Some dicky, dicky some dicky
Some dicky dicky, some dicky dicky
Some dicky, some dicky dicky
Some dicky dicky

It must be ya money cause it ain`t ya dick
It must be ya money cause it ain`t ya dick
It must be ya money cause it ain`t ya dick
It must be ya money cause it ain`t ya dick

Oops there`s some hair in ya teeth bitch
Oops, oops there`s some hair in ya teeth
Oops there`s some hair in ya teeth bitch
Oops, oops there`s some hair in ya teeth

[Repeat 1]

1 — Baby if you`re ready
I can give you what you looking for
I guarantee once you stay with me
You`ll want no more
And baby, if you want it
You can get it once we close the door, oh

You know it`s something `bout rolling wit` a G like you
Khaki`s, french braids wrapped up, all keepin` it true
In the G-yes when you see us
We won`t dub any BS that wanna see us, get dommed up
A-team`s on the hang like you bang for years
Main bitch and I ain`t switch, bring `em to tears
High pitch, like Eddie Kendricks when you hit an appendix
His and her`s semi`s regulate the problems we finish
Taught me how to grind, separate my nickles from dubs
G wit` it when you winning, so I`m showing you love
Had to check a broad yesterday for grilling you down
Shut it down quick cuz me still wanna see these rounds
Any beef you got, trust we gon` eat it together
Hold it down in the hood while I get this chedder
Whether it`s all grits or gravey, are we ready to tangle
It`s all G-heavenly, so you labeling me your angel

Repeat 1

You know you chose the best when you singled me out
I got these cats at close range, I`m contagious to these lames
We broke game, it`s time to kill game, I feel your pain
They wanna stretch you for some change
Never worry boo, I`m not gon` change
It`s gon` still feel the same
Besides you said you done with with them games
It ain`t no love loss
I hollar that you know you`re in, let`s lead a new cause
Boss bitch, and I can put that on the cross
I`mma bang for you, and we gon` pull through
So when I release you from them balls
We gon` look up at the stars, notice those stars
They moving inside us, to get us it`s gotta meant war
And as for them broads, you know the rules
It ain`t a chicken alive that can walk in my shoes
I payed dues, they see the Bentley pull up, brand new
What the fuck, they better get on the bus
Remember the dreams about the house up on the hill
Spinning the bottle, quarter mill`, want a meal

Repeat 1

I got a fettish for thugs, rugged with mean mugs
When he lonely, he phone me to please `em
Jeans saggin`, buy size 12, like all damn
As he unclothed my mind froze, like oh man
Underestimated, but for one, she`s just a faded
Call it how I see it, shoot the game, I`m tryin` to play it
(So into you and your Davison House shoes)
To flip a yay and choppin` bricks
(It figures beyond six)
And he not incarcerated, departed and used to hate
He couldn`t wait `till you hit the gates to get activists ready
Your type is what I`m diggin`, gossip heard obsolete
Plans occurred on the sneak, swing surperb and unique
Keep your pimpin` in tight, addicted like all night
Like eight inches, six pack, dig that, it`s alright
Dead G over at ??? burn like opium
He`s a straight trophy, and grip tight, I`m holding on

Repeat 1

[Snoop Dogg]
Here`s another one, yeah
Doggy`s Angels
And this is a Dog House production
My dogs
Battlecat
Yeah
It`s how we do it, ya`ll
Woof
Ha ha
Bow wow, bow wow, bow wow

[E-40]
Hook up and do a song together
ugh ugh, let`s hook up and do a song
uh huh, uh huh uh huh
already know, game orienfested
ugh, irrequested, ah, irrequested,
you already know, you already know

Chorus: Do or Die and E-40
Already know
you already know
already know
you already know
already know
you already know
already know
I`ma speak my mind you speak yours
uh huh, uh huh (2x)

[E-40]
Traffic at a standstill
Traffic backed up in the Chi-town
interstate 55 me and my guys
touchdown from the…
Probably goin` hook up and do a couple songs
bout pimpin` ass playa
partners from the Rap-A-Lot down to Do or Die
Then I spotted baby girl she was fly
Starin` me down up out the corner of her eye
…might as well give it a try.
Showin` bad spots kinda sorta remind me of baby girl from Soul Food
Vivica Fox, i`m in a mimigets strech limosine
She in a Porce Boxter lookin` hella clean
I rolled the tinted window crack down halfway
She asked me where i`m from I said the «Yay»
Area baby where we crazy baby
no if, and, buts, or questions baby

[AK-47]
Emo-tional playboy I can mingle with the coldest hoes
Playboy you already know
Thinkin like walfare cheap got her hair tuck deep
uh huh but you already know
Got the bomb on the head
but you already know
Tell her somethin` good she redts to go
All off in my shit when I test the po
Rubbin on the Caddy fo we hit the mo mo
So why yo homies all on dummy
I can get em` paid if they all want money
Now I gotta have em` locked like loote
Thrownin that ass in them skin tight suits
Fly around the world, they be dancin in groups
Show the club love put the money in the juice
I don`t have to flash my money got proof
LX 450, new game, diamond in the Rol`
New game, condo first floor
a whole new game
2 B`s rolled up you already know
B`s rolled up you already know

[Belo]
Why you throwin on the hints
talkin` bout
That you tired of my shhh
talkin` bout
All yo friends in ya ear
Tellin you to drink the Chichali pack up and roll out
Wanna leave young playa like me huh
Same hoe that a told with me huh
All I want is some ends, and the skins, set of twins
But nothin from me huh
But your brain in the fat 3 quick
Learn from nothin never amount to shhh
P-O P-I-M-P still
Take it to bed cause I`ma claim what i`m wit`
Warned at first but you was down for this shhh
Now you wanna act like a clown for the tricks, uh
Belo don`t think so
You can kick up your heels hit the back or the front door
Len like a book better plead for ya ride
Rollin` the dice but with a head full of craps
Rollin like us` got needs ever have
30 per shoulder we aninline when we cap, uh
Shoot now cause I`ma tell you so
I got mine so get yours, uh, in the do
in the do, in the do

Chorus

[AK-47]
I`m legit like B-Legit fo real
Flex for a mil till my hand touch a bill
in the raw
Do my hand really gotta touch the steel
That means somebody get the raw deal
See you blowin me and um
See she chose me
And I uh, really don`t want the body
I want the G`s in fact, I want the keys
please
You alreay know
All in my face talkin crazy
But you alreay know
plus I`m cold wit` it
I`m cold wit` it
I`m cold wit` it

[E-40]
I came wit` it
I came wit` it
I`ma continue to put these peas up in the pot
Continue to spit these LUGZ up out my litical glock
Continue to spit these hot ones up out my chopper
Continue to always love Shakur, Tupac
I ain`t no peon
So I guess that`s why I can continue to poison these felines minds
These guys continue the tycoon status
To reponse, the saschwach pimp the trees on
game
G-a-m-e game
Laced with a full supply
F-o-r-t-z-y
F-o-r-t-z-y Charlie Hustle
F-o-r-t-z-y Do or Die
ah, you already know, ugh

Chorus (2x)

[E-40]
uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
ah, ah, uh huh
uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
ah, ah
Beeeyach, ugh
ah, ah

«Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record
is not just a blues record — but we want a document.
An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people
against the white devil slavemasters.»

[Verse One]
Sittin at the pad watchin cops
Trippin off the pigs keepin niggaz off the block
But don`t let a nigga get got out the ghetto
cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto
is a motherfuckin no-no
Cause you`ll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet
Mr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. Concrete
Face down on the pavement
Keepin niggaz out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it
But vice verse the kicks
And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick
Fee fie foe fum, the niggaz overcome
Everything is numb and it`s filmed at eleven
It`s like bustin caps at the bunny
You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy
They didn`t have a fuckin clue (fuck you!)
Yeahh, it`s time to get the ankle blues

Chorus: repeat 2X

«He is the epitome.. of anti-disestablishmentarism»
{*scratch*} «What`s your latest hit brother?»

[Verse Two]
We caught the punk pluggin on our block
He looked like he`s armed so I went for my glock
Call up the homies, look like we got one
Lay on the ground paleface, and that`s when the fun begun
We beat him down like we were loco
(and said, «Fuck John Lennon») — (AND HIS PUNK BITCH YOKO)
Steady takin charge of the neighborhood
We got a nine-eleven call on another fuckin peckerwood
We rolled up on him and he broke
He looked like he was tryin to sell some fuckin dope
Nope; we ain`t goin out like that
That`s when I let his ass have it with the gat
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks
He will never sell dope to another fuckin black
(cause it`s like that)
It`s untraced without a clue (fuck you!)
Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues

Chorus

[Verse Three]
Nigga nigga nigga nigga, nigga damn fool
(MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO!)
House made nigga`s on his way with a fat pay
But the motherfuckers, paid for his doomsday
We laid in the cut for some days
Trippin off this nigga lookin like he`s in a daze
What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know?
The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo — yo
We hung him by his neck til it snapped
That`s when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up `loc)
Wakin back up to the signs of reality
Trippin off the shit that we watchin on TV
Them motherfuckers think I`m soft (PSYCH)
It`s a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off
It`s untraced without a clue
It`s the niggaz, that`s catchin the ankle blues!

Chorus

{*scratch*} «What`s your latest hit brother?»
{*scratch*} «What`s your latest hit brother?»

Big Pimp aka all up off in yo main gul drawers
Frank Dingaling the dirty hog

Thats some of that Peruvian weed
ok, ok ok ok ok

Now everyday is a pimpin day so…
I slide on my `llac with black alligators
Feather in my hat wit a 3 piece tux
Ice in my grill plus my rollie stay plush
Don`t got no main lady cuz i dont like to fuck
Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to dust
Split these g`z out with us shut these p`z down to flush
I got sluts that can puff and blow yo nuts till they bust what
We bending corners in a plush crush (oh lawd)
And keep 2 clips cuz im quick to bust (on yall)
One pimp 4 hoes so we gone ball we got a case of yak so my dick won`t fall
Them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin tall
Eight 12`s beat the hinges off the trunk like stonewall
And we gone creep when we crawl here we come
We poppin 65432 and here comes the 1 and that`s for real

[chorus]
I`m bending cornersin my Cadillac
Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay (hay) getting blown (blown)
Im bending corners in my Cadillac
4 hoes In the back One head in my lap
Getting head (head) on the road (road)

Now, its eight rules to my game of life
Rule 1: learn em all and follow em right
Rule 2: don`t take no shit from none of these hoes
Just be bought 2 things fuckin em out and leavin em broke
Rule 3: if you ever get some bread to buy a key
Make sure the nigga you getting it from don`t work for the MPD
(your under arrest)
Rule 4: If you ever try to kick in a doe, kick it right the first time
You dont lay out the back doe
Rule 5: Most important keep yo Southern pride
Fuck what they sayin hind closed doors you know the South get live
Rule 6: Tell them playahaters to suck yo dick, get mad like a bitch
Cuz they shit aint droppin hits
Rule 7: Aww naw now that shouldve been 1
Don`t eva leave the house without being strapped wit a gun
Rule 8: Just repeat 1-7, and if you eva get to heaven
hug my late uncle Kevin
Bring it back now
Them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin tall
Eight 12`s beat the hinges off the trunk like stone wall
We gone creep when we crawl here we come
We poppin 65432 and here comes the 1
And that`s for real

[Chorus]

Now ask yo self am I the slickest pimp you eva saw
They call me Peter Westraw the devil`s son in law why
I know you niggaz don`t know how
To make the sadidiest hoes snort powder and get live
Been doing this shit since the age 5, way back in 85` and I still aint tired
But why? Cuz that`s something that yall need to know
When I empty out yo block im gone fill it wit holes
Bring it back now them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin tall
Eight 12`s beat the hinges off the trunk like stonewall
And we gone creep when we crawl, we poppin 65432 and here comes the 1
And that`s for real

[Chorus]

I wanna know you better
Let`s spend some time together
I wanna be what`s on your mind
Look in my eyes they`re callin`
I need your love to fall in
If you could just give me a sign

I can`t get over baby
I can`t get over now
I can`t get over this feelin` I feel

Now, right now
If the fire inside you
Feels like I feel
Now, right now
Deep inside of me
Deep inside of me

I`m tired of make believin`
I`m lost and barely breathin`
I`m on the ceiling help me down
So stop my heart from achin`
I`ll be the risk you`re takin`
And I won`t rest until you`re mine

I wanna show you baby
I wanna show you now
I wanna tell you this feelin` I feel

Now, right now
If the fire inside you
Feels like I feel
Now, right now
If it`s love you`re cravin`
It`s a love worth savin`

I can`t get over this feelin` I feel now, yeah
Now, right now
Let the fire inside you
Burn like I do
Now, right now
If it`s love you`re cravin`
It`s a love worth savin`
Deep inside of me
Deep inside
Deep inside of me
Deep inside of me
Deep inside

So quiet.
Another wasted night.
The television steals the conversation.
Exhale.
Another wasted breath
again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me you`re just feeling tired,
cause if it`s more than that I feel that I might break.
Out of touch. Out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed,
cause I can`t read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch. Are we out of time?

Closed lipped.
Another goodnight kiss
is robbed of all it`s passion.
Your grip.
Another time is slack
it leaves me feeling empty.

Please tell me you`re just feeling tired,
cause if it`s more than that I feel that I might break.
Out of touch. Out of time
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed,
cause I can`t read your rolling eyes.
Out of touch. Are we out of time?

I`ll wait until tomorrow.
Maybe you`ll feel better then,
maybe we`ll be better then.
So what`s another day
when I can`t bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you?
This mood of yours is temporary.
It seems worth the wait to see you smile again.
Out of the corner of your eye
won`t be the only way you`re looking at me then.

So quiet.
Another wasted night
the television steals the conversation.
Exhale.
Another wasted breath
again it goes unnoticed.

I used to believe I was stronger than this
But you looked my away and I couldn’t resist!
Am crying my heart out cause you’re so far away
What kind of daemon got you smiling my way?

I just gotta tell you this one little thing
You take my life when you leave
And it’s burning my heart, and it’s crushing within
But I still could change the way that I feel!

Chorus:
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I spend every moment thinking about you!
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
You’re so far away and there is nothing I can do!

I used to believe I was stronger than this
But you looked my away and I couldn’t resist!
Am crying my heart out cause you’re so far away
What kind of daemon got you smiling my way?

I just gotta tell you this one little thing
You take my life when you leave
And it’s burning my heart, and it’s crushing within
But I still could change the way that I feel!

Chorus:
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I spend every moment thinking about you!
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
You’re so far away and there is nothing I can do!
Mi-e atat de dor de noi cateodata!
Mi-e atat de dor de noi cateodata!

Chorus:
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
I spend every moment thinking about you!
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy in love
You’re so far away and there is nothing I can do!

be cool be easy
don’t tease me
be cool be easy
just please me
be cool be easy
don’t tease me
be cool be easy
just please me

1 2 3 4 (spanish)
in the club ..
you are offending me
i am offending you
celebrate bitch what it do
i am on the ocean .. got a ..
pack a full golden tokens
mission and hoping
grab that … sipping sipping on …
everybody more tranchilo
what they call that asi no
let’s .. hit the mall
that’s .. cliff and jump off
you are afraid of heights
let me know we can take that flight

work it push up on it
but don’t hurt it
work it push up on it
but don’t hurt it

be cool be easy
don’t tease me
be cool be easy
just please me
be cool be easy
don’t tease me
be cool be easy
just please me

jump on bring it back o
girl for you never had a hoe
and i party party real hard
love when they start the shit of
and you say you don’t do shit
and you love it when the base hit
bom bom bom
baby like a kitty cat
…where your .. i knew you could come
.. like that is the underground world
they love it when they drop that
give it to them

work it push up on it
but don’t hurt it
work it push up on it
but don’t hurt it

be cool be easy
don’t tease me
be cool be easy
just please me
be cool be easy
don’t tease me
be cool be easy
just please me

don’t hurt it don’t hurt it
if you want to serve it
you have to work it baby
don’t hurt it don’t hurt it
if you want to serve it
you have to work it baby

be cool be easy
don’t tease me
be cool be easy
just please me
be cool be easy
don’t tease me
be cool be easy
just please me

work it push up on it
but don’t hurt it
work it push up on it
but don’t hurt it

Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl
Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl

I could escape this feeling, with my China Girl
I feel a wreck without my, little China Girl
I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder
Saw they stars crashing

I`m a mess without, my little China Girl
Wake up in the morning where`s my, little China Girl
I hear her heart`s beating, loud as thunder
I saw the stars crashing down

I feel a-tragic like I`m Marlon Brando
When I look at my China Girl
And I could pretend that nothing really meant too much
When I look at my China Girl

I stumble into town, just like a sacred cow
Visions of swastikas in my head
Plans for everyone
It`s in the whites of my eyes

My little China Girl
You shouldn`t mess with me
I`ll ruin everything you are
Y`know, I`ll give you television
I`ll give you eyes of blue
I`ll give you a man who wants to rule the world

And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
«Oh baby just you shut your mouth»
She says… «sh-sh-shhh»
She says… «sh-sh-shhh»
She says
She says

And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
«Oh baby just you shut your mouth»

And when I get excited
My little China Girl says
«Oh baby just you shut your mouth»

She says… «sh-sh-shhh»
She says

Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl
Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl
Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl
Oh oh oh ohhhh, little China Girl

What`s The Way To Your Heart
Let Me Follow You All Around The World
What`s The Way To Your Heart
Let Me Follow You All Around The World
What`s The Way To Your Heart (The Way To Your Heart)

Yes, You Are The One
Our Love Has Just Begun
Now I Know For Sure
You`re The One I Need

I Can Hold It Back No Longer
My Love Belongs To You
This Is More Than Just A Feeling
I Will Always Guide You Through

What`s The Way To Your Heart
Let Me Follow You All Around The World
What`s The Way To Your Heart
Let Me Follow You All Around The World
Don`t You Know I`ll Be The One
Our Love Has Just Begun
You`re The Angel Of My Dreams
Don`t Run Away
What`s The Way To Your Heart (The Way To Your Heart)

No, Don`t Turn Around
True Love Is What I Found
You`re The One For Me
Need You Night And Day

I Can Hold It Back No Longer
My Love Belongs To You
This Is More Than Just A Feeling
I Will Always Guide You Through

What`s The Way To Your Heart
Let Me Follow You All Around The World
What`s The Way To Your Heart
Let Me Follow You All Around The World
Don`t You Know I`ll Be The One
Our Love Has Just Begun
You`Re The Angel Of My Dreams
Don`t Run Away
What`s The Way To Your Heart (The Way To Your Heart)

seven tumbling oceans surround the ground that I dance upon
black and white and the rainbow, five colors in my eyes
seven tumbling oceans surround the ground that I dance upon
black and white and the rainbow, five colors in my eyes
people, people
what are we doing here
oh, people
what have we done with things
people, people
what are we doing here
oh, people
what have we done with things
when we fight over the oceans?
when we fight over the skies, and why?
when we fight over our borders?
then we, our brothers and sisters deny
tell me why is it so cold in here
seven tumbling oceans surround the ground that I dance upon
black and white and the rainbow, five colors in my eyes
when we stand in the mother`s arms, no feeling of emptiness
when we stand in the mother`s hands, we can see that
when we fight over the oceans
when we fight over the skies, and why
when we fight over our borders
then we, our brothers and sisters deny
tell me why do we do it
why do we do it? oh, . . .

With every season change, it looks the same, November to June whoah whoah
And don't these empty streets skip a beat the flowers don't bloom whoah whoah

I can't believe I missed your birthday again
And I wanna come back but I just don't know when now

And I'm so lonely your not here with me
That's way I'm gonna be on the next plane home
The road that never ends next ends around the bend I see your smile whoah whoah
I'd swim acorss the sea to be with you for a while whoah whoah
Cos I've made a life of been gone
Now the way that I feel I just don't belong

And I'm so lonely you're not here with me
That's why I'm gonna be on the next plane home
And you're you're the only face I wanna see
That's why I'm gonna be on the next plane home

Stand around try to make every moment
And be somebody yeah anybody
It seems the whole world is taking me over
I need somebody to help me get back to you

And I've always been a million miles away
But things are gonna change
I just wanna come home

And you're you're the only face I wanna see
That's why I gonna be on the next plane home
Yeah I'm taking the next plane home
Now I'm getting the next plane home
Now I'm taking the next plane home

* currently only available in Japan or as an import

(Verse 1)
Yo, yo, you wasn`t payin` attention, I`m henchman, hit the entrance
Trenchin`, wasn`t no means, a intervention
A dollar bill will make a hundred-ten Yen son
How much you willing to sacrifice to win, huh?
I personally have paid mine and then some
Climbed up an inch at a time, now who the Zen one
If not self, whom else could you depend on
Friends gon` swear it`s aight, and probably been wrong
I`ve got them battlefield dents in my armor
A twitch from the drama, the trees, and bad Karma
But yo, I`m a precision, proceed ya preformer
We operate every night, and leave in the morning
To get you high as a kite is the reason you wanted
It`s like, a direct flight from freezing to burning hot shit
The audience fiend for this fix
And Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo…

[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]

(Verse 2)
Yo, who got they fingers on the carousel, locked in position
It`s got to be my guy, the turntable tactician
You all in a hush, silent, trying to listen
You wanna feel this realness, that reads «spittin»
It got ya head, splits ya eyes, can`t stop twitchin`
The only thing that you can do is rock to the rhythm
Thought puttin` down, cuz he`s the world-reknowned
See me lickin` rhymes, trappin` like I`m firing rounds
And um, you in tune to this infinite sound
And um, the revolution poppin` off right now
I make you raise ya fist, raise and I`m proud
Raise ya fifth, and bust it at the flag like BLOW
You fuck-boy niggas tryin` to keep it on a hush
But Black Thought spit it cuz you people want the rush
You feel? That`s why the audience fiend for this fix
And Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo…

[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]

(Verse 3)
Yo, I got that renaissance, turn-of-the-century choke
And I`ma do the people right if y`all just give me the vote
We feel to ride, hit `em high, Krush just give me the rope
See all the porcelain chase cats gettin` the broke
One at a time, now best focus on who the dime
When your blade`s sharp as mine and people want you to rhyme
And want you to spill, for me it`s not nothin` for real
Me and my man run at your band yo we tough on the will
He`ll blow ya mind like bustin` the steel
I give the crowd somethin to feel
This sound got the power to heal
It`s like The Green Mile, now I need an hour to chill
A quarter a kill, the bird while patrolling the field
I`m puttin` rappers out cold
I done rocked from Tokyo to the North Pole
Whenever my man program the passcode y`all receive the fist
Aiyo Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo…

[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep
This air is blessed, you share with me
This night is wild, so calm and dull
These hearts they race from self control
Your legs are smooth as they graze mine
We`re doing fine, we`re doing nothing at all

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won`t you kill me, so I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury
or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer

The words are hushed let`s not get busted
Just lay entwined here, undiscovered
Safe in here from all the stupid questions
«Hey did you get some?»… Man, that is so dumb
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can`t hear
So we can get some

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won`t you kill me, so I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury
or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember
Always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
And the time on the clock when we realized it`s so late
And this walk that we shared together

The streets were wet and the gate was locked
so I jumped it, and let you in
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it
And I knew that you meant it
that you meant it, that you meant it
I knew that you meant it, that you meant it

She`s gotta have ass for days, she`s gotta have ass for days,
She`s gotta have ass for days, she`s gotta have ass for days,
She`s gotta have ass for days, she`s gotta have ass for days,
She`s gotta have ass for days, she`s gotta have ass for days

[First Verse]
A.F.D., a jam that`s hittin` for the streets
So flat ass is obsolete
And titties don`t do it, even though they might be plump
I need a rump, the kind you can thump, so fuck her
And if it makes hits, this is much smoother
The wiggle, jiggle, jiggle, sex soother
I`m rollin` back, I`m tellin` ya now if you can`t flaunt it
Take your ass home and work on it
But if you got butter on your biscuit then eat it
And, take it to my homies and feed `em
Cuz it`s so good when them bitches try to serve it
Grade A beef, and it shake like it`s nervous
I see some beef, take one glass
Then it turn to a spoon, put the nuts in they pants
See it at the mall and gotta grab it
So call me a hoe, cuz like the bitch I gotta have it
A.F.D.

Chorus: repeat 2X

She`s gotta have ass for days, she`s gotta have ass for days,
A.F.D.,
She`s gotta have ass for days, she`s gotta have ass for days,
A.F.D.

[Second Verse]
She`s gotta have it, plump, sweeter than a danish
One hundred percent, jiggle, jiggle jelly-like anus
I like it when it`s wrapped, just for a smack
I love it when it`s funky decorated with a gap
So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
I want that swole, word to Jimmy
Here`s a little bit to think about Jack
Why, eat a pancake when you can have the whole stack?
I pick up, will call you when I get down
Don`t you want it flat with a fat bumper too?
Well ain`t that how you like it Mamacita?
With the boom-boom, dumpin` like Rosarita
With a place seein` ass, so do it
Remember, a serve from Domino is not the beauty but the potion
So, tap your heels like Dorothy or Doris
And listen to the theme of the chorus
A.F.D.

Chorus

[Third Verse]
I want to pump her you know? It makes you want sex when you see it
Switch it, in the night, in a tight dress
so grab Jimmy, I`m here to let you know
You think you drunk mile, the Jimmy starts to grow
Bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger
Sort of like drinkin`, a forty ounce of liquor
I know you heard of Tales from the Crypt
Well, this is more better, tales from the hip
And this is not rated P-G
It`s, rated triple X, and it comes in 3-D
With a bit of that soda like a treasure
But, if you strike gold then you know you`ll find pleasure
Like I trunk full of body you can pounce, it`s
Really like Zapp with more bounce to the ounce
So if you injured on the job then sue
You can`t handle it? Than give it to me
A.F.D.

Chorus

-=Jacka talking=-
Feelin` the pain baby
You know what I`m sayin`?
You want some of that pain
Super Silver haze
Some of that purple stuff
Purple boy

[Jacka]
Smokin` a stick of that Barney
But not the purple dinosaur
That shit that niggaz dyin` for
Shit my niggaz ridin` on
Sav wit the windows up
See the smoke pour out
Soon as I open the door
Soon as I go to the store
Voices like «Whoa! Who got it?»
«You know who got it nigga.»
Summertime comin` up
Can`t breathe without it
Bring the Hpnotiq
Bring the heam
Mix that shit that turn green
Now break down the purple
It`s softly rough
Milwaukee Bucks
I`m from the place where they grow that stuff
You got your girl in the clutch
Just give me a light
I`ll take that bitch
If she ain`t give me head all night

[Chorus] 2X
Sellin` dope is cool
But rap is on my mind
It`s hard to do them both
And get my bread at the same time
High as fuck off purple
Man I`m out my mind
Gotta grab my strap
Boy it`s time to do some more crime

[Jacka]
And all my hoes say
«Jack, you`re my soul inspiration»
Even though your soul crack across the nation»
Caught the cases kept me quiet like meditation
I say «baby I`m just really wastin`
A lot of breath on you for the sport
You think I`m nice but that`s really not me
I live the that you never gon` see
Niggaz fight, they don`t war like me
It`s the last of my kind
There`s no more like me
Trynna make it on the street
Is like swimmin` through the sea
Trynna make it to the other side of life»
My young nigga say he tired of life
And now realize he addicted to the white
Got sucked up by the war
Trynna make things right, right
He said *echoes*
«It`s rainin` outside and the difference between
Us is a white bus wit cages inside
When I come home
Still face the cop cars wit gauges inside
Yo on the real it`s yo rap is what kept me alive»

[Chorus] 2X

[Jacka]
He said *echoes*
«How could I change I don`t know shit
War on the streets niggaz trippin` over old shit
Fuck it make the coke flip
I`m a drug dealer but my father is a cold pimp
It look good but ain`t cool like cold shrimp»
Back in the bay Allah who Akbar didn`t understand what he meant
Didn`t force it on me for that
He and my closest homie
All my dean I`m in the life of crime
Allah is always on my mind
All the filth, all the crime
I see straight through it
There the hood go
Let`s scrape through it
Gotta be a real nigga just to make music where I`m from nigga
Sellin` dope is cool
But rap is on my mind
Sellin` dope is cool
But rap is on my mind
It`s hard to do them both
And get my bread at the same time
It`s hard to do them both
And get my bread at the same time

[Chorus] 2X

So she says «Everyone`s going to the party,
won`t you come if I come
with a friend for your friend?
I`d be so pleased to see you
out of the classroom wearing the smile that I`ll bring you.
I was hoping to learn a few things like..
Do you do you like dishing the dirt
on the whole class &
talking the big smack &
playing the fool &
wearing all of the latest fashions
or bucking the new trends
wearing your old threads.
If you like taking a cup of coffee in the evening.
These are a few things that I`d like to know
that I`d like to know»

So I said …»I`ve been scheduled to work but I`ll call in
and my friend isn`t busy
he`d be happy to join me
and maybe my friend
and your friend
will hit it off or maybe we will?»

I`m dying to know
do you do you like dreaming of things
so impossible or only the practical
or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days
just to end them with
someone you care about
and do you like making out
and long drives and brown eyes
and guys that just
don`t quite fit in
yeah do you like them

So yes, I`ll see you there.

[Featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg]
The Ghetto x8
Snoop Doggy Dogg:
Wake up jumped out my bed
I`m in a two man cell with my homie Lil` 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God I wonder can you save me?
I`m only eighteen so I`m a young buck
It`s a ride if I don`t scrap I`m gettin` stuck
But that`s the life of G I guess
Ese`s way deep shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin` quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin` off the walls, throwin` them dogs
Gettin` that rep as a young hog
It ain`t nothin` like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain`t no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time
Chorus:
We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil` Ghetto Boy
Dr. Dre:
Now I`m holdin` the dub, sittin` on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I`m back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I be makin` soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain`t no thang to me
Cause now I`m what they call a loced ass O.G.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with cause I`m down to set trip
Nigga, I`m bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn`t know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin` behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn`t understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that`s what I get (for what?)
For tryin` to jack the little homies for they grip
Chorus
Snoop Doggy Dogg:
Somethin` for the real O.G.`s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin` but I`m played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I`m the smooth macadamian
Gamin`em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin` just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin` on the corners, what they hittin` for?
Seven young G`s put they serve down
In a G ride, Eastside`s where they swerve now
Not thinkin` about what`s really goin` on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin` but convicts around me
But now I`m back at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it`s wrong but we tend to think it`s right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you`re broke, you break, check it out
So ain`t no need for your mama to trip
Cause you`s a hustlin` ass youngsta, clockin` your grip
Chorus
Lil` Ghetto Boy
That`s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto. x3
That`s the life of a G
That`s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto. x3
That`s the life of a G. The ghetto
That`s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto

I took my love and I took it down
Climbed a mountain then I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Uh ah … uh ah …. uh ah …

Well, I`ve been afraid of changin`
`Cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I`m getting older too

Well …

Well, I`ve been afraid of changin`
`Cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I`m getting older too

Well, I`m getting older too

So, take this love and take it down
Yeah, and if you climb a mountain and ya turn around
And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down

If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well maybe …
Well maybe …
Well maybe …

The landslide will bring you down.

you make me wanna throw my pager out the window
tell MCI to cut the phone calls
break my lease so i can move
cause you a bug a boo, a bug a boo
i wanna put your number on the call block
have AOL make my emails stop
cause you a bug a boo
you buggin what? you buggin who? you buggin me!
and dont you see it aint cool
its not hot that you be callin me
stressin me pagin my beeper
you`re just non-stop and its not hot
that you be leavin me messages
every 10 minutes and then you stop by
when i first met you, you were cool
but it was game you had me fooled
cause 20 minutes after i gave you my number
you already had my mailbox full
so what you bought a pair of shoes
what now i guess you think i owe you
you dont have to call as much as you do
ill give em back to be through with you
and so what my momma likes you
what now i guess you think i will do
even if the pope he said he likes you too
i dont really care cause you`re a bug a booits not hot that when in blockin your phone number
you call me from over your best friends house
and its not hot that i cant even go out with my girlfriends
without you trackin me down
you need to chill out with that mess
cause you cant keep havin me stressed
cause everytime my phone rings it seems to be you
and im prayin that it is someone elsewhen you call me on the phone youre buggin me
when you follow me around youre buggin me
everything you do be buggin me
you buggin me, you buggin me
when you show up at my door you buggin me
when you open up your mouth you buggin me
everytime i see your face youre buggin me
youre buggin me your buggin me

Roll out down to midnight
Then roll on downtown `til it`s light
Because tomorrow we may die
Oh, but tonight we`re dancing in the faint light
Don`t you rob yourself of what you`re feeling
Don`t rob yourself of all that you could be
Roll hard `til midnight
Roll `til it`s light

Come on now
Stay up and make some memories
Yeah, with us now
Roll the red carpet out with friends
To whom, to love and roll on

Our love is so right
I won`t waste a minute here tonight
Our love is so right
And tonight my dance is all about you

To midnight love you,
Roll on and run the red lights
You know the game now is keep it tight

Oh, how I love your pretty rock-roll kisses
Come on and stay with me
Roll on and run the red lights
Come on, this love is so right

Stay up and make some memories
Yeah, with us now
To roll the red carpet out with friends
Oh, to love and roll on now

Our love is so right
I can taste
We`re in it here tonight
Our love is so right
And tonight my dance
Is all about you

I`m going crazy
And it`s all `cause of you (it`s all `cause of you)
I`m going under, over you, over you…

This time is so alive
Everybody`s tranced, dancing tonight
Oh so beautiful, and so strange
Oh, it was empty until you came…

Our love is so right
Forget the clouds that rain on your light
Our love is so right
I`ll not forget how you look right now

Our love is so right
Remember let`s just move together
Our love is so right
I swear it would last forever

Our love is so right
Forget the clouds that rain down on you
Our love is so right…

Not enough
Never too much
Baby look just like love
Rolling stone
Gathers no moss
But leave a trail of Busted Stuff

You know she`s gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I`ll take what she`s given up
Yeah

You know she`s gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I`ll take what she`s given up
Yeah

Moving to kiss, oh
Sweet, sugar lips
Baby look just like love
Without a care, she floats above me
She got me down here looking up

You know she`s gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I`ll take what she`s given up
Yeah

You know she`s gonna leave this broken man behind
Yeah, yeah…

She`s the one for me…

When she move, she move so cool
Got me feel just like a fool
But inside is where the devil rides
The woman look just like love

You know she`s gonna leave my broken heart behind her
I`ll take what she`s given up
Yeah

You know she`s gonna leave this broken man behind her
Yeah, yeah…

She the one, she the one, she the one for me…

You know she`s gonna leave this broken man behind
Yeah, yeah

You`re the one, you`re the one, you`re the one for me…

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer`s out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I`m drivin` by your house
Though I know you`re not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin` in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don`t understand what happened to our love
But babe, I`m gonna get you back
I`m gonna show you what I`m made of

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin` in the sun
I see you walkin` real slow and you`re smilin` at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Out on the road today,
I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice Inside my head said,
«Don`t look back.
You can never look back.»
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin` in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin` in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Yesterday I changed your diaper wiped you and powdered you
How did you get so big? Can`t believe it now you`re two
Baby your so precious Daddy`s so proud of you
Sit down bitch you move again I`ll beat the shit out of you!!!!!
Verse 1: Eminem (girl`s voice done by Eminem in parenthesis)
Don`t make me wake this baby she don`t need to see what I`m about to do!!
Quit crying bitch why you always make me shout at you!?!?
How could you, just leave me and love him out the blue??
Oh, what`s the matter Kim?…. AM I TOO LOUD FOR YOU!!!!
Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time!!
At first I`m like alright, «you wanna throw me out that`s fine»
But not get him to take my place, Are you out your mind!!!
This couch!! This T.V.!! This whole house it`s mine!!
How could you let him sleep in our bed, Look at Kim!!
Look at your husband now!! (No!!!), I said look at him!!!
He ain`t so high now, is he?? Little Punk!!
(Why are you doing this???) Shut the FUCK UP!! (Your Drunk!!)
(You`re never gonna get away with this!!) You think I give a fuck!?!?
Come on, we`re going for a ride bitch (No!!) Sit up front
(Why can`t you just leave Haley alone, what if she wakes up?)
We`ll be right back, well I will, You`ll be in the trunk
Chorus: (Eminem singing)
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don`t wanna go on, living in this this world, without you
Verse 2: Eminem
You really fucked me Kim, you really did a number on me
I never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim!! I was only 18
That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean!!!
That`s fucked up!!!! (I love you) Oh my god my brain is racin!! (I love
you)
What are you doing change the station!!
I hate this song, does this look like a big joke?!?! (No!)
There`s a 40 year old and his boy laying dead with a slit throat
In your living room!! (No!!)
HA HA!!, what you think I`m kidding you?!?!
{Crying} You loved him didn`t you!! (No!!)
Bullshit you bitch, don`t fucking lie to me!!!
(Car Honking)
What the fuck is this guys problem on the side of me??
Fuck you asshole!! Yeah bite me!!!
Kim…. KIM!!!!! Why don`t you like me?
You think I`m ugly don`t you? (It`s not..)
No, you think I`m ugly (Baby..)
Get the fuck away from me, don`t touch me!!!
I hate you, I hate you, I swear to god I hate you, oh my god I love you
{crying} How the fuck could you do this to me?
(I`m sorry..) How the fuck could you do this to me?!?!!?!?
Chorus: (Eminem singing)
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don`t wanna go on, living in this this world, without you
Verse 3: Eminem
Come on get out (I can`t I`m scared)
I said get out bitch!!! (Let go of my hair..)
(Please don`t do this baby, please, I love you)
(Look we can just take Haley and leave..) Fuck you!!!
You did this to us, you did it, it`s your fault!!
Oh my god, I`m cracking up, Get a grip Marshall!
Hey, remember the time when we went to Brian`s party
and you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn`t it? (Yes) That was funny wasn`t it!!!! (YES!!!)
See it all makes sense, doesn`t it?
You and your husband have a fight, one of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam`s Apple sliced
While this is going on, the son just woke up
and he walks in, she panics, and he gets his throat cut
Now their both dead, and you slash your own throat
So that was double homicide and suicide, with no note
I should have known better, when you started to act weird
We could have…, Hey!!! Where you going?!? Get back here!!
You can`t run from me Kim it`s just us, Nobody else
You`re only making this harder on yourself!!
Ha ha, got ya (Ahhh!!) Go ahead yell!!!
Here I should yell with you, «AAHH Somebody Help!!»
Don`t you get it bitch?, no one can hear you
Now SHUT THE FUCK UP and get what`s coming to you (No!!)
You were supposed to love me!!! {sounds of gasping for air}
Now bleed bitch bleed!!! Bleed bitch bleed!! BLLEEEDDDD!!!
Chorus: (Eminem singing)
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don`t wanna go on, living in this this world, without you

[Featuring Snoop Daz Kurupt Jewell]
Snoop:
Bitches ain`t shit but hoes and tricks…
chorus: Snoop (2X)
Bitches ain`t shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get`s the fuck out after you`re done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run…
Dr. Dre
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin` on the muthafuckin` Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin` pockets was fat
I didn`t give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin` with a white bitch doin` the shit she do
Suckin` on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn`t mean nothin`
Now she`s suing cuz the shit she be doin` ain`t shit
Bitch can`t hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she`s takin` me to court
It`s real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Daz:
Now as i`m rollin` with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin` hoes, clockin` dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don`t love them hoes) Bitch, and it`s like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you`re chillin`, with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this
(Snoop: BEEEYYAAACHHH!)
(chorus)
Kurupt:
…To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so i could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I`m here, now I`m ready to be done up
Nothin` but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But i`m from the pound and we don`t love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)
Cuz a hoe`s a trick
We don`t love them tricks (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)
Cuz a trick`s a bitch
And my dick`s constantly in her mouth
And turnin` them trick ass hoes the fuck out
Now…
Snoop:
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin` the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn`t no good
But I`m the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn`t trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I`m back to the muthafuckin` county jail
6 months on my chest, now it`s time to bail
I get`s released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin` while you was draped in your county blues
I ain`t been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl`s house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do`, I look on the flo`
It`s my little cousin Daz and he`s fuckin` my hoe, yo
(Bitches ain`t shit)
I uncocked my shit…I`m heart-broke but I`m still loc`ed
Man, fuck a bitch!
(Chorus)
Jewell:
(Dr. Dre in background «Bitches ain`t shit»)
I don`t give a fuck about a bitch
But i and her know that they can`t fade this
Cause i`m doin my own thingdown with the swang
I`m hangin` with Death Row like it ain`t no thing
I say you know can`t deal
Cuz I`m a btich that`s real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don`t give a fuck
And I don`t give a fuck (x3)
And now I gotta do some…
And now I gotta do some shit that`s clean
But when I`m on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That i`m on the flo` ho
But they can`t hang with my type on swang
I ain`t tryin` to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
Witht he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(Dr. Dre: Bitches ain`t shit)

Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me
I`m only 18, so I`m a young buck
It`s a ride, if I don`t scrap, I`m getting stuck
But that`s the life of a G, I guess
Ese`s way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run `cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain`t nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain`t no fist fight
So I guess I gots ta handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
Chorus:
Lil` ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What`cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
Verse Two: Dr. Dre
Now, I`m `trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I`m back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I`m making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but it`s alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain`t no thing to me
Cause now I`m what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
are the ones I get with cause I`m down to set-trip
Nigga, I`m bigger than you, so what`cha wanna do
Didn`t know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I`m grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn`t understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that`s what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
Chorus
Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Something for the real OG`s to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I`m the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo`
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo`
Seven young G`s put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what`s really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I`m back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it`s wrong but we tend to think it`s right
So make all them ends you can make
`Cause when you`re broke, you break, check it out
So ain`t no need for your mama to trip
`Cause you`s a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
Chorus

Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now

Baby when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
I know it isn't hard to say
But baby just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

[Dr. Dre]
Everyday it`s the same thang, L.A. ain`t changed
Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain`t changed
I`m just a lot smarter now
cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now
Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town
Better turn they car around
Rollin the window down (Em: Hey can we talk it out?)
(Hitt: NAH GET THE FUCK OUT!)
Johnny got a shotgun
and he ain`t even strong enough to cock one
Fuck tryin to job hunt
Niggaz got AK`s, niggaz is way crazier
than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days
Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin
Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint
I think the attitudes are twice as worst
It takes half the time to get your life reversed
Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo
Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode

BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!

[Knoc-turn`al]
Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo`-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and never re-light
Wit you in the site of youngsters with automatics
Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates
These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block
Know the sign tells you too it`s not best to stop
On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin
You`ll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner`s
Makin death not so foreign to ya
Niggaz got Rugers and M-14`s with enough,
ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese
I`ve learned to stay away from house parties
I`ve seen too many go and end up absent without leavin
Ain`t no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on
Nights that don`t sleep, and fireworks until dawn

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

[Hittman]
Now tell me — what the fuck is this man?
Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan
Can`t even stand, in front of your buildin and chill
without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill
blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs
fillin the sky, usually drillin the one
that wasn`t willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field
I got my, life preserver
And I`ll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to
question me — bout the colors that I got on?
Now see that red dot on your knot
Bout to get your whole crew shot on
A Soldier of Fortune, I`m the wrong nigga to plot on
Took him out on the spot before he even got on
my hitlist — peep this
I cock back, you bow down
Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this

Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!

[Intro-Big Pun]
Fuck is up with the morning show
Big Pun in the morning show that`s all I need to hear
«Big Pun what are you doing Pun»
Ed Lover, yo

[Big Pun]
Me and my thugs be up in the clubs layin` the law
While you looking bugged playin the wall
We`re trying to cave in the floor
Havin` to ball with the ballers
Terror Squad niggas who want it
Even the biggest dogs acknowledge
Payin how much? We obviously gain dollars
Let`s mananas without your everyday (?)
We make ballers take cowards of the top give me eight hours
I turn your powder into rocks, check the scenery
Glass table, mad cold Kanedabree, and bring a key
When you hang with me everything is free
It`s my treat, my suite all expenses paid
All my friends can stay, cause this break is on emancipate
Nuthin more, it`s on me butt galore, and head nut your balls
I`m makin money for these fuckin whores
Nice and raw keep it rugged fuck the bullshit
Skribble said it`s all love as long as it`s the new shit

[Chorus](Big Pun)
Must be the music
(Turnin them on)
Must be the new shit
(From Cuban and Pun)
That`s how we do it
(Big Pop is my shit)
Must be the new shit
(They`ll never stop it)

[Cuban Linx]
Yo it`s the lyrical fly guy, that drive by your block in the Benz
I be hittin skins while I`m givin all my friends high fives
I get live and tie your legs to my brass bed
Relax, get comfortable, then hump you through the mattress
Cause at this I`m a professional, the best in the world
That`s why I got so many girls on my testicals
I like em flexible so be able to stretch
And sex gets incredible when the Cuban`s on the set, I bet
I`ll make you sweat like heat my Technics
Cause we from freak over feet on any day of the week
I keep a hicky, chicks pick me because they love the chinky
I kick a (?), I got them wrapped around my pinky, like Biggie,
I`m «Unbelievable» this Cubanito keeps a full tank of diesl fuel
Just in case you need to go that extra mile,
in sex I`m Wilder than Gene
And in between the sheets, im a show you just what I mean

[Chorus](Big Pun)
Must be the music
(Turnin them on)
Must be the new shit
(From Cuban and Pun)
That`s how we do it
(Big Pop is my shit)
Must be the new shit
(They`ll never stop it)

[Big Pun]
I walk into the fuck-in Tunnel (I ain`t a player)
Bitches on my dick and wan-na dance (C`mon)
I remember when it wasn`t like that (Hold it up Pun)
You call me blimp but now it`s baby fat, must be the music

[Chorus](Big Pun)
Must be the music
(Turnin them on)
Must be the new shit
(From Cuban and Pun)
That`s how we do it
(Big Pop is my shit)
Must be the new shit
(They`ll never stop it)

[2x]
We`ll keep ya hot till the, day light
We`ll keep ya movin all through the night

«Lock shit down»- Raekwon

Verse 1:
Six million is what it cost them
To put back together that cat Steve Austin
Now Defari gets Bionic
Over 6 million tracks with 10 million topics
I`m fiber optic crystal clear with my projection
Wack MCs get cloths lined when they walk across my intersection
They need protection
Some guidance some right direction
A job center with with an application for a new profession
Never settle for nothing` less
I blaze contests
And set shops for pay days
In strange ways life twists and turn
Word to Gangstarr in this business skrilla Hard To Earn
I format attack new knack technique
Speak with a passion on wax and tape and CD
Mad niggas front for paper
And switch like a bitch in and out like a cross fader
All I know is how to rock shit
They say the hotter the MC the hotter the spot get
«Lock shit down»

Hook:
It`s the coming
Of the bionic
Defari here to
«Lock shit down» (x3)

Verse 2:
See I got books of lyrics on deck like Tash
Pocket full of cash ready to bounce rollin` slash
Seater and hash
Pro Tour in the Masters
Grab the mic flex my wrists and hit like Sampres
Handle this
Make you believe like an evangelist (what?)
That real MCs are coming to reclaim Los Angeles
And heres are standing chance
To finally get my time to shine
In the golden state like Sprewell out the hatch
«Lock lock»
This heat is hot it make me lock like astronaut
Like Heru said that shit for my people when we blow spots
Pause
Freeze
My steez rolls like Es, V12s, trees and seven seas
If you didn`t know champ
Defari Heru is a Lowland brother
From the Likwit camp

Hook

Verse 3:
Wack MCs get damaged like civil eyes to savage
Sharp lyrics cut deep wounds these niggas need bandages
They can`t handle this Los Angeles
Relentless pressure
Full court measure for measure
I`m like Piteno a game plan Gambino
Where every verse starts with defense first like a casino
Every minute every hour I use brain power
For Mr. Space Shuttle Challenger I devour
A Tower like Eiffel
Bust off verses like rifles
Bust all bullets through flesh unless you`re wearing a vest
And even then I still enter
The human form of a splinter
The summer fall spring winter
«Lock lock»
Likwit crew member
Champion contender
Holy like the month of December
The raw prototype member

Hook

(Repeated throughout)
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go

Swizz Beatz yes
Yo Drag, I seen this girl man, she was crazy

[Chorus: Swizz Beats x2]
From her hair to her lips
To her nails to her shoes (Come on)
She bang bang boom!
Got hips, got ass
That`ll make a nigga crash (Come on)
She bang bang boom!

[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Know me from Split These Bars
Know me from Down Bottom
Now I switch my cars
Got a house down bottom
If you wanna come and cop them bricks you know Uptown got `em
Tell your man be easy ma, he don`t want no problem
I`m bout my money man, I got that country slang
Look at the way she shake that thing
But you plottin` on my bling
But we don`t play them type of games around here
Keep the gray pound somewhere around here
Please don`t let your shorty loose around here
Cause I`ll take her lil` ass around there
Shorty booty bangin`
Tell me what you thinkin`
Drag keep em bouncin`
Swizz keep em singin`

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2: Drag-On]
My money got long figgas
Her rings on the wrong finger (Hey shorty)
You done married that wrong nigga
What`s your sign ma?
Let me guess ma, Capricorn ma?
Am I Wrong ma? (uh-uh)
What you sayin` who you bangin` who you slidin` wit
Pack your friend who you bringin` who she ridin` wit
Cause we ain`t ready tryin` to stay around here
My thugs around cause there`s too many clowns around here (Hey shorty)
We don`t smoke that brown here
Strictly that green here, that the black green here (yeah)
Do the damn thing, sex-a-bang-bang
It`s all the same thing
Swizz make em sing

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3: Drag-On]
Mommy put ya hands up, hush ya man up
Tryin` to play gorilla
My clips are bananas, so don`t slip
I do what gangstas do, but don`t get it confused
My floors mostly sand so you ain`t gotta bring ya shoes
My crib is half house, half beach
Sit yo booty on this king size and see the sea
I`m a lil` freaky-o, I might lick ya toes
I got more zero`s on my one`s than Cheerio`s
See your stilleto, shoes, your mac lip gloss
And ain`t a dime chick that Drag didn`t floss
Shorty booty bangin`
Tell me what you thinkin`
Drag keep em bouncin`
Swizz keep em singin`

[Repeat Chorus]

[Intro]
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Boom! Oh Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me

[Chorus]
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your man
Bitch! I fucked your man
Boom! I fucked your boyfriend
And I`d do it again

[Verse 1]
When I first saw your man we was really fine
And you was getting a little irritated that I was looking
Like you knew what was on my mind (fuck you)
You`re not secure
It`s written all over your face
You thought it wouldn`t last (not tomorrow)
Top kitty in place
You see me as an obstacle
Staying away much as possible
It`s mandatory that I command the attention of your man eye
Not to mention he can`t help it because I`m fly
The plan is
I stroll by
Big bubble Chanel shades with diamond tips
Get up close and personal
Seduce with my lips
I ain`t gotta say shit
He felling me and you all bent outta shape
Cuz I`m about to take who you with
Keep crunk
The run in my blood make a nigga jump jump
His body was banging
His teeth was pearly white
He had those strong keen features like Mario Van Peebles
His check bones was chiseled
His smile made me sizzle
His cologne had me sniffen` him from all the way home
I wanna smell this nigga and I this nigga to smell me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
So the night went on
We keep it in each other sides
He kept coming around me just to see my behind
I was being so flirtatious with the body language
I was so anxious to make those arrangements
Tangle him up in the sheets
Transaction about to happen anytime that we meet
I put one foot in front of the other
Stopped to look in back of my nameplate in the mirror
Gotta make sure my lipstick is straight and not smeared
Its clear he wants me severely
So I slide over up to his ear and whispered it gently
Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!
You on the other hand nowhere to be found
Told you he was going to pee
But he came to find me
He felt you standing around
I`m a fuck him

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You came to the bathroom
And guess what you saw
You saw my big brown titties popping outta my bra
With his mouth on my nipple like a suction cup
I was wrapped around him like an octopus
He was rubbing me down so I couldn`t get up
I know you hate me now but I don`t give a fuck
If he was yours like you said he was
His dick wouldn`t have got so hard when I gave him is first hook
Ever since then he be loving on me diligently
Being all I need a nigga to be
He got me crawling the walls
I never been so quick to come up outta my drawers

[Chorus]

[Outro]
You damn motherfucking right
I fucked that nigga
And I`m a fuck him again
Over and over again
Diligently bitch!
You know why I fucks with him and he fucks with me
Cuz I`m fly
Don`t me mad that I caught you man`s eye
It`s the B to R-A-T once again from Chi
And it ain`t no lie cuz I fucked him
I fucked your man
Shit bitch we more than friends

Initiate, *?my ruffians bring like attack?*
It`s the first line of defence, imminence combat
As I look up into the cold black sky
I see the birds of destruction fly by
Convey the Code Red and begin arming all nuclear warheads
(Alert all civilians, there`s no time to waste)
Embrace all the data within the home base
The virus is spreading at a maximum pace
Eliminating all traces of the human race
(Commander, the enemy has begun to infiltrate!)
Send the word and spread it (Let`s get the fuck outta here!)
thru all the southern states
Activate self-destruct, elimination is imminent
Stabilise your positions
The spirit of God is infinite
Women and children take shelter
The enemy is upon us
All personnel, man your battle stations
Code Red! I repeat, Code Red!
We are bein over ran by hostile forces
Need assistance!
Is anybody receiving this message?
………This transmission…over!………..

* «Hip-Hop» remix

[radio tuning]

It`s still bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip
It`s bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop

[Verse 1]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
One thing `bout music when it`s real they get scared
Got us slavin for the welfare
Aint no food, clothes, or healthcare
I`m down for guerilla warfare
All my niggas put your guns in the air if you really don`t care
Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air
for my brother locked up in the jump for a year
Shit is real out here don`t believe these videos
This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio
Really though, DP`z gon` let you know
It`s just a game of pimps and hoes
And it`s all `bout who you know
Not who we are, or how we grow
I rap `bout what I know, what I go through
What I been through, not just for no dough
Even though the rent due, what I`m into aint for no dough
Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin remains the same
Sick of the same ol` thang, it`s bigger than «Bling Bling»

HOOK:
If I, feel it I feel it, if I don`t, I don`t
If it aint really real then I probably won`t
Rollin with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop y`all I`m ready to die
Uhh, hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what
Hop c`mon, c`mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop y`all I`m ready to die

[Verse 2]
Hip hop means sayin what I want never bite my tongue
Hip hop means teaching the young
If you feelin what I`m feelin then you hearin what I`m sayin
cause these fake fake records just keep on playin
What you sayin huh DP bringin the funk
Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uhhh!
Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me cuz my pants that`s tend to sag
Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag
Whether ridin on the bus or you stole a jag
M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash
Revolutionary love til the day we pass
Will they play it on the radio
Maybe not, maybe so we gon keep it pumpin though
Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho

[Verse 3]
Ay dogg that label is that slave ship
Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves
If you really wanna eat you gotta hear the same thing
With the football, b-ball, or if you slangin that dope
Aint never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin my folk
What the hell a brother gon do though, huh
When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off
Drop them raps or cock them gats
Aint never had shit ever since we came to this bitch
Why I gotta feel pain to get rich
`Stead of stackin chips, finna pack them clips

HOOK 2X
(Ride to this if you miss Tupac, bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)

We keep it crunkah

Mad as fuck, think about the payback… —> Ice Cube

[LIL` HAWK]
Comin` right back at you nigga, it`s the Hawkster
Nigga I ain`t from Africa, I`m from Crenshaw Mafia
Gangsta no cut everytime that I`m flowin`
Ain`t scared of you niggas
Just to let you know, so
What the fuck do you bustas wanna do?
Flamed up, banged up shit nigga, I thought you knew that I`m a true
Young-ass muthafuckin` Gee
With more bounce to the ounce sending you up with a beat and
I`m not tryin` to get no punk-ass rapper
But when I catch your ass slippin` nigga it`s on, on site
Tonight — I`ll be
Hangin` on a bucket, pullin` up in a G-Ride
Dump `em with a Glock on these niggas
Bitches everybody get shot
You should`ve been a Dogg but too bad that you not plot
Another murder homicide when I ride
I be smokin` niggas up so you know I stay high, it`s do or die
With me Y-G Lil` Hawkster
Nigga I ain`t from Africa, I`m from Crenshaw Mafia

Mad as fuck, think about the payback… —> Ice Cube

[LIL` HAWK]
West/Side C-M-G-B for life with me
On Crenshaw and Century the Mafia has made history
And even know punk niggas wanna do shit
We always stay down on this muthafuckin` streets, peep
My hood is over populated with G`s
And I be hoppin` on planes flyin` way over sea`s and
Every place that the young nigga been some
Muthafucka wanna get put on the M and shit
And never even seen where`s at
But this nigga still down and pack a muthafuckin` strap or bust a cap
Nigga on the drop of a dime and
We don`t give a fuck about no bitch-ass One-Time
It ain`t like you got a bulletproof punk
You ain`t takin` me to jail
M and the L you gettin` your head blown
Into pieces — just like this
On the 104th street is why the crime rate increased
Can`t fuck with Lil` Y-G Hawkster
Nigga I ain`t from Africa, I`m from Crenshaw Mafia

Mad as fuck, think about the payback… —> Ice Cube

[LIL` HAWK]
Ain`t that about a bitch
They want me to turn in my strap
But a nigga like me on the B is sayin` fuck that
Cause these niggas still want to blast
But when I`ll catch their ass slippin` that`s the muthafuckin` ass
I be blazin` niggas up just — like the thai hash, so
Don`t be gettin` sparked` by this young sharp buddah and
It ain`t no muthafucka callin` a cop
You sure stop with my Glock and you dead on the spot
Yellow tape
Red tag placed on your toe, these busta-ass niggas gotta go, gotta go, so
Hit the exit before I get to flex it
You can be black or
You can be a Mexican and
White boys gettin` knocked the fuck out
Tryin` to step to a G, you get socked in your mouth punk
You can`t fuck with this young G-B
Kickin` up the most dust on this M-I-C, it`s me
Your number one nigga Lil` Hawkster
Nigga I ain`t from Africa, I`m from Crenshaw muthafuckin` Mafia

Mad as fuck, think about the payback… —> Ice Cube

[Diamond Shell]
Back again, Shell the mellow fellow
Droppin bass like a cello, shakin like Jell-o
I wear and tear a sucka from here to there
Put my rhymes in 5th gear and yo, I`m outta here
You beat the Shell? C`mon, picture that
Hey yo I never been beaten and hey, that is fact
At my house I got a six shooter loaded with rhymes
Waitin for the right second then I`m goin for mine
Put my hands on the handle, my finger`s on the trigger
PULL IT {*BOOM*} and get smooth on a nigga
Yo, let`s make this clear so you know
Diamond Shell be doin brothers just like a pro
Toe to toe we can go blow for blow, and yo
If rappin was the Last Dragon, I`d have to blow
Suckers step fast, be gone like the wind
Suckers run and hide, cause Shell`s back again
Look who`s back again

{*scratched 4X: «Back is the incredible» -> Chuck D*}

[Diamond Shell]
Now let`s see, what do Shell mean to me?
It means covered, protected quite well, purely yo
I got the mic that starts damage doin
When it`s time for rap awards, the Shell is just a shoe-in
You brag about this and that, blahzay blah
But do you wanna battle with Shell? You better say, «Nah»
Yo, but that`s alright cause you a backwards beaver
Diamond Shell ain`t got the time to toy with you either
Come one come all, either big or they tall
But the bigger they are, the harder they fall
Could Shell be the wackest of rappin yo that`s a never
If you think you that you could ever ever, ever
compete with the Shell at rappin you must be buggin
hard on the crack, in other words druggin
People give a cheer to the brother of the year
Paper thin MC`s step back cause I tear or rip
Sendin you on a trip so get a grip or come equipped
Or yo get that ass flipped, look who`s back again

{*scratched 4X: «Once again, back is the incredible» -> Chuck D*}

[Diamond Shell]
Shell be doin damage on your FM mode
So, pump up your radio and watch your box explode
I`m smooth as a pimp, boppin hard with a slant
Who? Shell, got more juice than a power plant
As I step to those who try to ruin my rep then
I grip the neck with five fingers of death then
I do the job like hired help
And I`ma rip whole crews by myself and whoever else
Come in sit down, have a seat while I wreck this
My diseased rhymes and the crowd perfected
Sucker MC`s they much as jack
Cause I`ma eat whole crews like a pancake stack
You wanna try me, well then, you must not know
The power I posess behind the mad freestyle flow
Swift I go, fast or slow, or maybe even baby yo
A hype medium tempo
A vandal, I graffiti papers with ink pens
Slap your rap so take off and stay strapped in
Yeah, I`m comin back like a bald man`s hairline
Prepare yourself, get ready for war time
Look who`s back again
Look who`s back again

{*scratched to fade: «Back is the incredible» -> Chuck D*}

Hey baby
I don`t want to be kind of direct, but
I like
I think I like that`s your hair
If it is your hair
I don`t want to sound kind of different, but
Are you bald-headed?
Yeah I like the way you got a lot of that stuff off the horse
And added to your dimension
To fool a lot of brothers out there

Chorus: x2
Bald-headed girl
Bald-headed girl
Bald-headed girl
For me

Verse one:
There are nine million girls with weaves
With bald heads, braids get sweaty in nine months
Punks start stinking
Activator becomes the lazy way
Face like alligator, acne pimples, vagina cream
Girl cover your dream
Look at maxi pads
On special I seein
Affection, bootyclappin
Left yall tailwaggin
Like cats in heats
Rubbing against my knees
I smell fleas
Plucking roaches of your thongs
Yall got the nerve to walk around naked playing a Job B song
Six months pregnant and the baby you don`t know who`s the father
Why bother
It could be Bill Cosby or Kevin Johnson
You just came out the hotel
With Shawn Kemp and Magic Johnson
With ashy kneecaps
Your dress showing your butt crack
With no home training
You can`t match the high class off doctor dooom
You act more fake than Pamela Anderson
Getting rebuilt by Oscar Goldman
With contact lenses
Run with imbeciles who leasse benzes
You valet park athletes cars
Buying blond wigs from K-mart

Chorus: x4

Verse two:
Fierce animal with horsehair down her back
With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring
Out the Cracker Jack box
Even though her private parts smell like an ox
Open a window
Fly rooms at the Hyatt don`t smell like this
Air condition can`t fight the fish
Doctor Dooom pulling out Vanilla Wizard
Spraying the hairstyle worn by the exotic lizard
Who are you miss
Trying to be a material analyst
Liposuction refraction
You can`t afford a pack of hair like Toni Braxton
It`s a must
Doctor Dooom lost your trust
The beauty parlor souped you up
You start riding the bus
Always in a fly ride
You just a bald-headed loser
And I bet you ten packs of human hair the Yankees ain`t losing
Pinstripes`ll penetrate your buttwipes
Y`all know the deal
Scratching your crutch by the hamburger grill
Wash your hands girl
Shampoo the feces out your classy curl

Chorus: x4

Verse three:
You got your wig on
At the front line of the guestlist
You a spectacular model
Wearing turtleneck and Mohvada watch
Using a airtight full back panties is a turn off
Why don`t you wipe the worms off
And all the germs off
With rubbing alcohol
I`m in the back of y`all
Looking at the naps under your hair weave
Standing next to your man Steve
He don`t believe
You got a process that ain`t the best
With hair growing around your chins and chest
Bumps on your neck
Girl, you need to get some stuff from gillete
Shaving cream, clippers, vinegar, soap, shampoo it`s all for you bu
Watch the oil, hair drop all over the sink man
Sew that weave in man that stuff gon` start to stink
Girl get your hair off my sink

Chorus: x4
It`s the bald-head 2000