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biggins said:
HAHAHAHA! Thats awesome!
Awwwww yyyyeeeaahhhhh boyyyyeeee...I'm all about the old skool foolz! I like some of the new stuff too, but nuthin beats stuff like the self titled Run DMC or PE's it takes a nation of millions...classic stuff!
I got tickets for an old skool show and Whodini and Sugarhill Gang are gonna be there!
The lights are blinking
I'm thinking
It's all over when I go out drinking
Oh, makin' my mind slow,
That's why I don't f*ck wit da big four-o
Bro', I got ta maintain
`Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane
Cypress Hill-Insane in the brain
I'm thinking
It's all over when I go out drinking
Oh, makin' my mind slow,
That's why I don't f*ck wit da big four-o
Bro', I got ta maintain
`Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane
Cypress Hill-Insane in the brain
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck
Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat
Sometimes in groups of the three
The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris
But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads
Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds
Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we rally behind
He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll
So we cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control
The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls
An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TV's
Freedom WILL be defended...at the cost of civil liberties
Viewers are glued to television screens
Stuck... cause lots of things seem too sick
I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music
- Sage Francis Makeshift Patriot
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck
Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat
Sometimes in groups of the three
The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris
But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads
Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds
Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we rally behind
He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll
So we cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control
The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls
An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TV's
Freedom WILL be defended...at the cost of civil liberties
Viewers are glued to television screens
Stuck... cause lots of things seem too sick
I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music
- Sage Francis Makeshift Patriot
Biz Markie - VAPORS
Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town
So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ"
They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed
Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay
I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
They acted like I wanted to keep it
Instead of tryin' to use it
But now things switched without belief
"Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nobel Street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze
They caught the vapors (4X)
RUN DMC - Hit it Run
I was born
son of Byford, brother of AL
Bad as my mamma and Run's my pal
It's McDaniels, not McDonald's
These rhymes are Darryl's, the burgers are RONALD'S
I ran down, my family tree
My mother, my father, my brother and D
Run-D.M.C. and JAM MASTER JAY
QUEST AND CREW - Scenario
Phife Dawg:
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town
So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ"
They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed
Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay
I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
They acted like I wanted to keep it
Instead of tryin' to use it
But now things switched without belief
"Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nobel Street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze
They caught the vapors (4X)
RUN DMC - Hit it Run
I was born
son of Byford, brother of AL
Bad as my mamma and Run's my pal
It's McDaniels, not McDonald's
These rhymes are Darryl's, the burgers are RONALD'S
I ran down, my family tree
My mother, my father, my brother and D
Run-D.M.C. and JAM MASTER JAY
QUEST AND CREW - Scenario
Phife Dawg:
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
When I get to a party, To get it started
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
You know what Loc's doin', I'm blazin a joint
Cause it seems a lot of times, I'm at my best
After some methical or a bowl of sense.
I'm creatin', multiplyin', big time supplyin'
Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on
I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter
Park my Benz or cold jet it on my scooter
Bail to tha coast, take a head of this Skunk
Twist up a big bomb of this serious dope
Smoke it down to tha dub or roach tip
So much damn resin it's startin' to drip
It ain't harmful like heroin, this stuff's cheap
That's why I'm glad that I got this......
CHORUS
Man, Don't cha hate it when you ain't go no weed
It seems about tha time you really feel tha need
To get high, get full, you know get blasted
Keep ya singin' tha high it really lasted
Rollin' around tryin' not to get stopped
By tha boyz tha pigs you know tha cops
Pull into one spot to see what they're all about
Suckers noddin' their head, tellin' you they're all out
You go back to tha crib, Pick up tha telephone
You try it so I guess they saw you got home
Cause I can buy it O.Z. or go buy dime
I get cash for her I can get it on time
It really makes no difference long as I get lit
Roll it in my Zig Zag take a big bone hit
Cause after tha bud, My rhymes start flowin'
Never gettin' short of uh uh, The always knowin'
I'm maxin', relaxin', but never taxin'
No need for you to keep on askin'
If tha It is tha It, If tha **** is tha ****
Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba
You know my **** is legit
Your tha student, And I'm tha teacher
I'm not a minister, Reverent or Preacher
So excuse me while I call time
Cause I'm gonna take a few hitz
in tha middle of this rhyme.....
CHORUS
One day I was coolin' with my homeboy seal, chill
Gettin' f**ked up in his coupe de ville, still
I wasn't to high to know what I was doin'
Went to tha store and got some more brew in
Came back to tha car, Try'd to be a winner
Rolled up all my roaches, they bearly made a Pinna (Pin)
I wasn't upset I had more at tha house
I was savin' it for later, When I get with my spouse
Cause when we're together, blazin' tha cheeba
She does things to me that you wouldn't believe
I'm not talkin' freaky or nothin' obscene
But it's not far off if you know what I mean
She'll take me upstairs, lay me down on tha bed
Pull off tha Fila shorts n start givin' me hizead (head)
If I was boo I'd do tha same
She must love it, She ain't never complained
They'll be moanin', kickin' a lot of screamin'
I work it so hard she starts steamin'
You know how it is after a couple of wooers
She was subject and I am tha Ruler
She's my freak y'all, but she's no skeeza
One thing for sure, Tha girl's always got that.....
CHORUS
Two weeks ago when I was writin' this rhyme
I had some hydroponic, Boy that **** was fine
I had two joints, One for me and my homie
After half tha show, He didn't even know me
His eyes were tight, they turned red
He could bearly hold them up, They where heavy as lead
An hour went by, He said Loc I'm kinda hungry
I said oh ****! This brothers got tha munchies
Got off my couch, put my Gucci's on my feet
Went to tha Seven Eleven at tha top of tha street
I ordered everythin' edible off tha shelf
He thought it was sad, I ate it all myself
When we got back to tha car, Headed north then south
I needed a drink I had a cotton mouth
We had so much food didn't know where to start
At tha Hagan Daas or Kelloggs Pop Tarts
Big bags of chips, gallons of dips
It took me weeks to get tha taste of my lips
I ate so much miserable is how I felt
Almost busted out my pants had to loosen my belt
Kickin at the tube, wathin' none better than
You know tha king of late night, Yeah Dave Letterman
Not to hilarious jokes kinda plain
But everythin' is funny when your smokin' Mary Jane.....
CHORUS
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
You know what Loc's doin', I'm blazin a joint
Cause it seems a lot of times, I'm at my best
After some methical or a bowl of sense.
I'm creatin', multiplyin', big time supplyin'
Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on
I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter
Park my Benz or cold jet it on my scooter
Bail to tha coast, take a head of this Skunk
Twist up a big bomb of this serious dope
Smoke it down to tha dub or roach tip
So much damn resin it's startin' to drip
It ain't harmful like heroin, this stuff's cheap
That's why I'm glad that I got this......
CHORUS
Man, Don't cha hate it when you ain't go no weed
It seems about tha time you really feel tha need
To get high, get full, you know get blasted
Keep ya singin' tha high it really lasted
Rollin' around tryin' not to get stopped
By tha boyz tha pigs you know tha cops
Pull into one spot to see what they're all about
Suckers noddin' their head, tellin' you they're all out
You go back to tha crib, Pick up tha telephone
You try it so I guess they saw you got home
Cause I can buy it O.Z. or go buy dime
I get cash for her I can get it on time
It really makes no difference long as I get lit
Roll it in my Zig Zag take a big bone hit
Cause after tha bud, My rhymes start flowin'
Never gettin' short of uh uh, The always knowin'
I'm maxin', relaxin', but never taxin'
No need for you to keep on askin'
If tha It is tha It, If tha **** is tha ****
Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba
You know my **** is legit
Your tha student, And I'm tha teacher
I'm not a minister, Reverent or Preacher
So excuse me while I call time
Cause I'm gonna take a few hitz
in tha middle of this rhyme.....
CHORUS
One day I was coolin' with my homeboy seal, chill
Gettin' f**ked up in his coupe de ville, still
I wasn't to high to know what I was doin'
Went to tha store and got some more brew in
Came back to tha car, Try'd to be a winner
Rolled up all my roaches, they bearly made a Pinna (Pin)
I wasn't upset I had more at tha house
I was savin' it for later, When I get with my spouse
Cause when we're together, blazin' tha cheeba
She does things to me that you wouldn't believe
I'm not talkin' freaky or nothin' obscene
But it's not far off if you know what I mean
She'll take me upstairs, lay me down on tha bed
Pull off tha Fila shorts n start givin' me hizead (head)
If I was boo I'd do tha same
She must love it, She ain't never complained
They'll be moanin', kickin' a lot of screamin'
I work it so hard she starts steamin'
You know how it is after a couple of wooers
She was subject and I am tha Ruler
She's my freak y'all, but she's no skeeza
One thing for sure, Tha girl's always got that.....
CHORUS
Two weeks ago when I was writin' this rhyme
I had some hydroponic, Boy that **** was fine
I had two joints, One for me and my homie
After half tha show, He didn't even know me
His eyes were tight, they turned red
He could bearly hold them up, They where heavy as lead
An hour went by, He said Loc I'm kinda hungry
I said oh ****! This brothers got tha munchies
Got off my couch, put my Gucci's on my feet
Went to tha Seven Eleven at tha top of tha street
I ordered everythin' edible off tha shelf
He thought it was sad, I ate it all myself
When we got back to tha car, Headed north then south
I needed a drink I had a cotton mouth
We had so much food didn't know where to start
At tha Hagan Daas or Kelloggs Pop Tarts
Big bags of chips, gallons of dips
It took me weeks to get tha taste of my lips
I ate so much miserable is how I felt
Almost busted out my pants had to loosen my belt
Kickin at the tube, wathin' none better than
You know tha king of late night, Yeah Dave Letterman
Not to hilarious jokes kinda plain
But everythin' is funny when your smokin' Mary Jane.....
CHORUS
Crack kills, but not this kind
I try to get ahead when I get behind
I wish I was a pair of panties full grown
So when you put them on, I could be home sweet home
AMG- Jiggable Pie
------------------------------
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough,
to be f*ck'n with me, and you,
you ain't strong enough.
So whateva it is you puff'n on that got you think that you superman.
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack you with my dick or the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters,
not even good actors,
What's gone be the outcome,
Umm, let's add up all tha factors....
You wack,
you're twisted,
your girl's a whore,
you're broke,
your kid ain't yours,
and everybody know.
Your old man say you stupid,
you be like, "So,
I love my baby mother,
I never let her go"
DMX- Party Up
I try to get ahead when I get behind
I wish I was a pair of panties full grown
So when you put them on, I could be home sweet home
AMG- Jiggable Pie
------------------------------
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough,
to be f*ck'n with me, and you,
you ain't strong enough.
So whateva it is you puff'n on that got you think that you superman.
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack you with my dick or the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters,
not even good actors,
What's gone be the outcome,
Umm, let's add up all tha factors....
You wack,
you're twisted,
your girl's a whore,
you're broke,
your kid ain't yours,
and everybody know.
Your old man say you stupid,
you be like, "So,
I love my baby mother,
I never let her go"
DMX- Party Up
I put a booger on the basketball and pass it to him.
Picking Boogers
Biz Markie
Picking Boogers
Biz Markie
...This is the only way i know so i must remove the knife
were eye to eye now, goodbye to his life
yo i told you i would get my 5 dollars back tonight
Atmosphere
my car is like my own personal universe
she's my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy there ain't no room for Earth
so I'm leavin it cuz I can feel the oil pressure building up
turning over the ignition of my solar system
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the brake
shift existence, light my cigarette
and take it state to state until I crash into my fate
Atmosphere
were eye to eye now, goodbye to his life
yo i told you i would get my 5 dollars back tonight
Atmosphere
my car is like my own personal universe
she's my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up
but in my galaxy there ain't no room for Earth
so I'm leavin it cuz I can feel the oil pressure building up
turning over the ignition of my solar system
check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the brake
shift existence, light my cigarette
and take it state to state until I crash into my fate
Atmosphere
And now, a word from the President!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the White House
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the Mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down
like lettin' a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin' me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you Republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
Cuz now I got the world swingin' from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the White House
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the Mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down
like lettin' a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin' me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you Republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
Cuz now I got the world swingin' from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Slob on my knob
like corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job
Lay on the bed
And give me head
Dont have to ask
Dont have to beg
-Three Six Mafia
ink:
like corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job
Lay on the bed
And give me head
Dont have to ask
Dont have to beg
-Three Six Mafia
ink:
Booker said:Slob on my knob
like corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job
Lay on the bed
And give me head
Dont have to ask
Dont have to beg
-Three Six Mafia
DIRTY SOUF! reprazent!!
TN said:
The dirty, dirty...A-town...the ATL...heres a good one from Ludacris:
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
thats the way I like to f*ck
clogged up, fog alert
rip the pants and rip the shirt
rough sex make it hurt
in the garden not in the dirt!
yaaaay im glad you liked it. i slaved over those lyrics for at least 2.5 minutes.dh girlie said:HAHAHAHA! Thats awesome!
Awwwww yyyyeeeaahhhhh boyyyyeeee...I'm all about the old skool foolz! I like some of the new stuff too, but nuthin beats stuff like the self titled Run DMC or PE's it takes a nation of millions...classic stuff!
I got tickets for an old skool show and Whodini and Sugarhill Gang are gonna be there!
Notorious BIG
Who the **** is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my man Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
you school be bout some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...
[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers
[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plate outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
they even heard about the crib
you bought your moms out in Florida
the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryin to clock my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and the inner dream things aint always how it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the....??
so I can rip through the intricate
put they bodies in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you mother****ers betta duck
I leave stains on blood of what remains
Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I **** around and get hardcore
see 4 to ya door no beef no more
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a **** about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
Start runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........
Who the **** is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my man Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
you school be bout some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...
[CHORUS]
Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers
[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plate outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
they even heard about the crib
you bought your moms out in Florida
the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryin to clock my decimals
DAMN..niggas wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and the inner dream things aint always how it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the....??
so I can rip through the intricate
put they bodies in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggas went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck with what I had you with
you mother****ers betta duck
I leave stains on blood of what remains
Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should've packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I **** around and get hardcore
see 4 to ya door no beef no more
feel the rush scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a **** about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you
Start runnin, nigga I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin........
berkshire_rider said:
Did anyone contest that those were valid lyrics??!?!?!?!
I just saw them a few months ago in a small club and they played that...it was GREAT!
"Nibble on my dick like a rat does cheese" Can't remember the actual name of the song for that one...great song...
i think thats actually from 2 LIve Crew, Song: "Hey we want some Pu**y!!"
i think thats actually from 2 LIve Crew, Song: "Hey we want some Pu**y!!"
Nope. Just didn't want to cut-n-paste all the profanity.
I didn't know they still were around, and touring. A small venue?
Howz about some "Nappy Roots" - Kentucky MudTN said:
Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud
Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live
Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud
Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live
That's the Nappy Boys, travellin on the dirt road with Kentucky Mud
What's to love? A Cadillac somethin like a DeVille, it may be dubbed
Southbound, headed back to the west, and DeVille downtown
I'm takin it to the flat, hit up the Hollow back in J-Town
See my Cave folks got that grey pound, we hit the interstate
Straight be blowin like a freight train, ain't tryna catch a case
We take the back road off in Glasgow, we can travel it with no hassle
Shoot through Roscoe, back in A-Town like a king off in his castle
(?) homes be the cribs with the fun in it
Pound of weed, a couple of freaks, and a gun in it
City slick if you want, but us; we be slummin it
(?) if ya have it and put crumbs in it
Kentucky Mud! Damn right folk nuttin but love!
Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin but slums!
Kentucky Mud! Damn right folk nuttin but love!
And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin but uhh..!
Kentucky Mud!
Simple life back to its hardest again
Farmer in the dell, I'll be damned it's harvest again
Get it in, get it in, hey boy - cook it and eat it
Hit the bar for relaxation and a BAG of cheeba
Planes to catch, shows to do, reps to lose
LOTS of game, nothin to lose, payin the dues
Tryna get ours, winnin to lose
Brought in the game, then we was applied to the rules, whoo!
Back to the field with hustlers, take anything and make work
We catch ya slippin, we just might get up and truck and take yours
These parts are packed with pimps and the players hate on the gangsters
Take only what you make first, bump to wake the neighbors
Nappy Roots, steak and 'tatas, eggs and bacon
The rooster crowed so I know it was time for me to awaken *rooster call*
Country livin, and the country cookin in a country kitchen
Good intention and strong religion, it's a strong tradition
Kicked to mud off my boots and dust off my pants and
Just came from the ranch but they swear we was (?)
B. Stille and them be chillin, spendin the time with our children
Finna mail off my stamps and we'll be grillin
Step offa this Kentucky Mud...
berkshire_rider said:Nope. Just didn't want to cut-n-paste all the profanity.
I didn't know they still were around, and touring. A small venue?
Small club...it was awesome...
Tech N9ne - Imma Tell Lyrics
[Pre-Hook]2x
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
[Hook]
This is the town where the clowns put it down baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
* - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed
[Tech N9ne]
The killa clowns in ya town raisin all hell
* Tecca Nina wit the stamina comin to damage ya
Buckin the bammer when I bust wit a bang
And it aint no clause that say fraud aint no tall tale
* Women love when I hit when I cover the booty
They givin it to me but it aint no thang
We reppin KC MO fellas and the ladies know
* That we comin wit the killas I'm wit the gorillas
The villians that get ya when you disrespect us
Even the babies know Tech Nina got crazy flow
* We be givin the women the willy we sick of the hatas
Wanna pays us betta get this record
This is important we be courtin every place we go
* Get you up in the room and drippin up wit the groom
I give it to you anyway you wanna have it
Baby is a horse and yes of course I'ma have to break the hoe
* Leavin the kids at home I wanna bone alone
We hoppin up and down like jack rabbits
So many kids put this on they daddies mind
* Never will I ever put 'em out there like that
Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back
Tellin 'em that they mommy's boyfriends Tech N9ne
* Don't be lookin at me like you really wanna fight cat
All Tecca Nina wanna know is where the mic at
[Hook]2x
[Tech N9ne]
151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice
* For those that dont know thats Caroboulu
Warranted in Missou
We havin fun got some buns on some yack abuse
* Rouge Dawgs gonna rep it and smoke a lot
Regime, Outlawz, Duece Click in a zoo
Stack up when you wit the nut house we gonna have ya
* Takin everything up in the book from X and the puff
You lookin to get took
Abracadbra, 151 and coke is viagra
* Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Gotta real love from havin the bed shook
Look I'm hella fed up wit all the silly rumors dawg
* Sayin that we got dropped JCOR
That never ever happened I mean what do they know
We kept our head up and now moneys comin to us all
* We kickin it wit Strange wollowin fame
Givin the game only when I say so
So crack some bud wit me, demons get some love wit me
* Doin what you gotta do to get what you gotta get
It gotta get it all Tecca Ninas on a roll
Get on some shrub wit me, two cases of bud wit me
* What you gonna do to get the women on crunk
I'ma hit 'em wit the funk got 'em all like OOOO!
[Hook]
[Tech N9ne]
One, then comes the two to the three and
* That was the anthem no this the anthem
Hella rockin the planet again you can't stand it again
Huns, they then comin through to see me man
* Then I de-pants 'em and I bust at random
In a bit I'ma land 'em, dock, women I ram it again
Raise, I love to get high and get paid
* Why do I wanna stick 'em wit another hit out of abyss
Baby you don't wanna miss the ISH
Babes they love to come by and get laid
* Why am I at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill 'em in this
To the hatas I gotta send 'em a gift
Bump this in your ride or in the club
* Givin everybody what they need
I give it all so they give it all back to me
Hatas don't you hide just show some love
* Do you dig it I'ma rep the B
And never ever let the C get the best of me
So many kids put this on their daddies mind
* Never will I put 'em out there like that
Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back
Tellin him their mommy's boyfriend is Tech N9ne
[Hook]
[Pre-Hook]2x
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
[Hook]
This is the town where the clowns put it down baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
* - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed
[Tech N9ne]
The killa clowns in ya town raisin all hell
* Tecca Nina wit the stamina comin to damage ya
Buckin the bammer when I bust wit a bang
And it aint no clause that say fraud aint no tall tale
* Women love when I hit when I cover the booty
They givin it to me but it aint no thang
We reppin KC MO fellas and the ladies know
* That we comin wit the killas I'm wit the gorillas
The villians that get ya when you disrespect us
Even the babies know Tech Nina got crazy flow
* We be givin the women the willy we sick of the hatas
Wanna pays us betta get this record
This is important we be courtin every place we go
* Get you up in the room and drippin up wit the groom
I give it to you anyway you wanna have it
Baby is a horse and yes of course I'ma have to break the hoe
* Leavin the kids at home I wanna bone alone
We hoppin up and down like jack rabbits
So many kids put this on they daddies mind
* Never will I ever put 'em out there like that
Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back
Tellin 'em that they mommy's boyfriends Tech N9ne
* Don't be lookin at me like you really wanna fight cat
All Tecca Nina wanna know is where the mic at
[Hook]2x
[Tech N9ne]
151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice
* For those that dont know thats Caroboulu
Warranted in Missou
We havin fun got some buns on some yack abuse
* Rouge Dawgs gonna rep it and smoke a lot
Regime, Outlawz, Duece Click in a zoo
Stack up when you wit the nut house we gonna have ya
* Takin everything up in the book from X and the puff
You lookin to get took
Abracadbra, 151 and coke is viagra
* Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Gotta real love from havin the bed shook
Look I'm hella fed up wit all the silly rumors dawg
* Sayin that we got dropped JCOR
That never ever happened I mean what do they know
We kept our head up and now moneys comin to us all
* We kickin it wit Strange wollowin fame
Givin the game only when I say so
So crack some bud wit me, demons get some love wit me
* Doin what you gotta do to get what you gotta get
It gotta get it all Tecca Ninas on a roll
Get on some shrub wit me, two cases of bud wit me
* What you gonna do to get the women on crunk
I'ma hit 'em wit the funk got 'em all like OOOO!
[Hook]
[Tech N9ne]
One, then comes the two to the three and
* That was the anthem no this the anthem
Hella rockin the planet again you can't stand it again
Huns, they then comin through to see me man
* Then I de-pants 'em and I bust at random
In a bit I'ma land 'em, dock, women I ram it again
Raise, I love to get high and get paid
* Why do I wanna stick 'em wit another hit out of abyss
Baby you don't wanna miss the ISH
Babes they love to come by and get laid
* Why am I at the pinnacle when I rip it I'ma kill 'em in this
To the hatas I gotta send 'em a gift
Bump this in your ride or in the club
* Givin everybody what they need
I give it all so they give it all back to me
Hatas don't you hide just show some love
* Do you dig it I'ma rep the B
And never ever let the C get the best of me
So many kids put this on their daddies mind
* Never will I put 'em out there like that
Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back
Tellin him their mommy's boyfriend is Tech N9ne
[Hook]
"Took her to the pad and we started to kiss..."
"____ on ___, you know what I'm thinkin',
took her ____ off and the ____ was ____"
"Pulled off my drawers and we started to begin,
____ ___ so my ____ ____ in."
Well, thats I'll I'm willing to post! :evil:
"____ on ___, you know what I'm thinkin',
took her ____ off and the ____ was ____"
"Pulled off my drawers and we started to begin,
____ ___ so my ____ ____ in."
Well, thats I'll I'm willing to post! :evil:
D
Dingus McGee
Guest
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls
"8-Ball"
Easy E + NWA ~R.I.P.
"8-Ball"
Easy E + NWA ~R.I.P.
you down with ODB? (yeah you know me)
you down with ODB? (yeah you know me)
who's down with ODB? (every last homie!)
-old dirty bastard
my, my, my, my music gets me, so hard
makes me say oh my lord
thank you for blessing me with a mind to rap
and two high heels
it feels good when you know you're down
a souped up home boy from the old town
and i know, it's such
an this is a beat you can't toch
-mc hammer
let me tell you about american ididoths
i-d-i-d-o-t-h
here's a couponette for a punch to the face
we break off your legs, put you in a sweet case
you better run fast like a daug and cait chase
i am the dog
you are the cat
how you like that
bickitty-baseball bat
take a peice of toast and throw it at your head
like boo ba dee bo boo boo boo, now your dead
i hate you so much i take your mother on a date
i tell her she is paying while i am eating 5 steaks
i guess you to mess on us was a mistake,
cause you're an i-d-i-d-o-t-h
-group x
www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/idioth.php
you down with ODB? (yeah you know me)
who's down with ODB? (every last homie!)
-old dirty bastard
my, my, my, my music gets me, so hard
makes me say oh my lord
thank you for blessing me with a mind to rap
and two high heels
it feels good when you know you're down
a souped up home boy from the old town
and i know, it's such
an this is a beat you can't toch
-mc hammer
let me tell you about american ididoths
i-d-i-d-o-t-h
here's a couponette for a punch to the face
we break off your legs, put you in a sweet case
you better run fast like a daug and cait chase
i am the dog
you are the cat
how you like that
bickitty-baseball bat
take a peice of toast and throw it at your head
like boo ba dee bo boo boo boo, now your dead
i hate you so much i take your mother on a date
i tell her she is paying while i am eating 5 steaks
i guess you to mess on us was a mistake,
cause you're an i-d-i-d-o-t-h
-group x
www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/idioth.php
I gots some mo':
"My name is Rasket listen to my flow
I socalize in Hackney or Bow
I wear my trousers ridiculiously low
I love females, money and crepes"
"I'm a ninja turtle, you can't step into my circle"
Dizzee Rascal (he's the shiznit, I totally recommend checking him out)
"My name is Rasket listen to my flow
I socalize in Hackney or Bow
I wear my trousers ridiculiously low
I love females, money and crepes"
"I'm a ninja turtle, you can't step into my circle"
Dizzee Rascal (he's the shiznit, I totally recommend checking him out)
i love you like a fat kid loves cake
50 cent
50 cent
"what you have to do is get yourself ready instead of getting physically sweaty"
and maybe it's just me but Kid Rock, MC hammer, Linkin Park...wtf!...D
and maybe it's just me but Kid Rock, MC hammer, Linkin Park...wtf!...D
You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor
And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health
See I ain't gotta say sh!t Money speaks for itself
With all models I make I'm Great like five Lakes
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates!
You rollin on dubs, I roll right into clubs
Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub
You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers
But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters
Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thangs
Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hell
Ludacris, fvck like a nigga fresh out of jail!
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper
And my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers
So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past
"Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' @ss
And women that are real life scratch'n'sniff stickers
I shoot videos and get knobs slobbed in trailers
Then hit stage and break a leg like Lawrence Taylor
You pricks is all talk, and it's bad for ya health
See I ain't gotta say sh!t Money speaks for itself
With all models I make I'm Great like five Lakes
You got rims on ya truck? Man I got rims in my skates!
You rollin on dubs, I roll right into clubs
Dirtiest home with more rings than ya tub
You think it's all practical jokes and big bloopers
But I smack bitches with no titties that work at Hooters
Just get a couple of girls that shakin they thangs
Then I, put 'em on camera and cut two frames
With some gasoline drawers I'll be goin to hell
Ludacris, fvck like a nigga fresh out of jail!
I got junkyard dawgs, I'm rowdier than Rod Piper
And my baby's assed out, cause I rub my cars with her diapers
So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past
"Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly grin off yo' @ss
I gotta second BMXMan, I even saw Linkin Park on the first page. Let's keep it real y'all.
"If Bushy Bush is analog, kid, make no mistake, I put him in my box, cause my sh!t ain't straight"
Food For Animals
"If Bushy Bush is analog, kid, make no mistake, I put him in my box, cause my sh!t ain't straight"
Food For Animals
"Ms. Fat Booty," by Mos Def. That song rules:biggins said:
In she came with the same tight game
The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame, she like cats with big thangs
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range
I seen her on the ass, spotted her more than once
Ass so fat that you could see it from the front
She spot me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants
Hot damn!
What your name love, where you came from?
Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The slims at the Rebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?
I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down
Asked her to dance she was like yo, I'm leaving now'
An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
She sippin Crys stright up, shaking mine and her waist up
Scene two: my fam throwin the jam
For Reed is on the stand big things is in the plan
The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce
I turn around
Say word, you is the same pretty girl that I had priorly observed
Trying to play me for the herb (yeah, that's her)
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together
I just played it low and pretended I never met her
How you feelin', oh I'm fine', my name is Mos', I'm Sharice'
I heard so much good about you its nice to finally meet
We moved to the booth reserved crew especially
And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically
Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is *****ing* on me mentally
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro
Even though we on this steelo, she wild sweet yo
I'm about to merc, I say peace to the family
She hop up like how you gonna leave before you dance with me?'
[hook]
(sung)
I know I can't afford this life
For a moment
That its too soon
To forget
x2
(spoken by Mos Def)
She blew my whole habit, that girl
I was like what'
I played it low though, I was like yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go'
Its mad, it was so sick, I tell ya
Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just
Yo, she was like Jane Kennedy
Word bond, to my mother man
She was that L man, she take me to the dance floor
And she start whispering to me
[Mos Def]
Yo, let me apologize for the other night
I know it wasn't right
But baby you know what its like
Some brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you
Beside, can I have a dance?' ain't really that original
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades
They playin lovers' rock, I got to put the fingers on her waist
He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song
Finished then she whisper honey, let's exchange numbers'
Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation
In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent
She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issac
Like if I don't, if I don't, if I don't'
Showin me that tan line and that tatoo
Playin shy they sweetest taboo
Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled
Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato
She call my at my jayo, come now', I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up
Three months, she call I feel I'm runnin a fever'
Six months, I'm tellin her I desperately need her
Nine months, flu like symptoms when shorty not around
I need more than to knock it down I'm really tryin to lock it down
Midnight we hook up and go at it
Burn is over, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She tellin me commitment is somethin she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ahh damnit! This all Harrison Ford frantic
My 911 wasn't answered by my fly torist enchantress
Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kiddie club
With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up
What!?
how 'bout some Jeru The Damaja!
Yo are you a pimp a hustler?
No I'm not.
Are you a man and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes?
Yes I can.
Are you willing to go out there and save the lives of our children
even if it means losing your own life?
Yes I am.
I believe you Jeru you're ready.
*You've no no nothing to worry about*
Verse One:
Now I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All, these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself
Chorus:
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
Verse Two:
Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city
I refined a few I met, around the country
The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question
Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections
And sisters with good minds, get no respect when
Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section
of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft
Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
Black women, make sure you're respected
When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall ****, let em know
from jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant
Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth
Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself
Chorus:
With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
Verse Three:
Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
Niggaz, nowadays is all about this
So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
Always fakin moves, never, makin moves
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down
you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot
for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled
with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers
all battered and bruised, on the streets
Won't see snakes on my feet
The race is on, but I won't compete
In this competition, because I have a greater mission
I hope that you listen
Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself
Chorus:
So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin yaself
And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin yaself
And all that big gun talk money you're playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
Yo are you a pimp a hustler?
No I'm not.
Are you a man and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes?
Yes I can.
Are you willing to go out there and save the lives of our children
even if it means losing your own life?
Yes I am.
I believe you Jeru you're ready.
*You've no no nothing to worry about*
Verse One:
Now I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All, these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself
Chorus:
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
Verse Two:
Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city
I refined a few I met, around the country
The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question
Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections
And sisters with good minds, get no respect when
Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section
of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft
Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
Black women, make sure you're respected
When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall ****, let em know
from jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant
Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth
Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself
Chorus:
With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
Verse Three:
Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
Niggaz, nowadays is all about this
So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
Always fakin moves, never, makin moves
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down
you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot
for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled
with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers
all battered and bruised, on the streets
Won't see snakes on my feet
The race is on, but I won't compete
In this competition, because I have a greater mission
I hope that you listen
Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself
Chorus:
So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin yaself
And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin yaself
And all that big gun talk money you're playin yaself
Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
You should know you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, hugable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin
R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Ya you know me
I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental
And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental
Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understyand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
Miggida miggida miggida Mac
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
I make you wanna
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times)
Believe dat
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand there totally krossed out
We commence to make you
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had
I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, hugable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack
I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin
R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask to the rocks they believe that
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Ya you know me
I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental
And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental
Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understyand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all ya'll sucks that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
Miggida miggida miggida Mac
Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy
I make you wanna
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump
Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump
uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times)
Believe dat
Minds Playing Tricks On Me
Geto Boys
I sit alone in my four-cornered room
staring at candles
Oh that **** is on? Heh
Let me drop some **** like this here
Real smooth
Verse One: Scarface
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing I ain't living right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin' the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the mother****er
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say "take a chill, B"
But **** that ****, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm poppin' in a clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's ****ed up when your mind is playing tricks on you
Verse Two: Willie D
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a mother****er
But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
If it's going down let's get this **** over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the mother****ing trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go
Because I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse Three: Scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning I'm in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the Lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bull****
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this ****
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse Four: Bushwick Bill
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squable no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them mother****in B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as **** on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me
Geto Boys
I sit alone in my four-cornered room
staring at candles
Oh that **** is on? Heh
Let me drop some **** like this here
Real smooth
Verse One: Scarface
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing I ain't living right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin' the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the mother****er
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say "take a chill, B"
But **** that ****, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm poppin' in a clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's ****ed up when your mind is playing tricks on you
Verse Two: Willie D
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a mother****er
But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
If it's going down let's get this **** over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the mother****ing trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go
Because I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse Three: Scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning I'm in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the Lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG and get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bull****
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this ****
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse Four: Bushwick Bill
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squable no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them mother****in B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as **** on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me
From Sugar Hill Gang, Rapper's Delight:
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie
say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now what you hear is not a test
i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends
are gonna try to move your feet
see i am wonder Mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red,
and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let's rock, you dont stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
Well so far youve heard my voice
but i brought two friends along
and next on the Mike is my man Hank
come on, Hank, sing that song
Check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
and the rest is f-l-y
ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix
and these reasons i'll tell ya why
ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun
and i dress to a t
ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali
and i dress so viciously
i got bodyguards, i got two big cars
that definitely aint the wack
i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac
so after school, i take a dip in the pool
which really is on the wall
i got a color tv so i can see
the knicks play basketball
hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards
more money than a sucker could ever spend
but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
not a dime til i made it again
everybody go hotel motel
whatcha gonna do today (say what)
ya say im gonna get a fly girl
gonna get some spankin
drive off in a def oj
everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn
say if your girl starts actin up,
then you take her friend
master gee, am I mellow
its on you so what you gonna do...
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie
say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now what you hear is not a test
i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends
are gonna try to move your feet
see i am wonder Mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red,
and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let's rock, you dont stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
Well so far youve heard my voice
but i brought two friends along
and next on the Mike is my man Hank
come on, Hank, sing that song
Check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
and the rest is f-l-y
ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix
and these reasons i'll tell ya why
ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun
and i dress to a t
ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali
and i dress so viciously
i got bodyguards, i got two big cars
that definitely aint the wack
i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac
so after school, i take a dip in the pool
which really is on the wall
i got a color tv so i can see
the knicks play basketball
hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards
more money than a sucker could ever spend
but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
not a dime til i made it again
everybody go hotel motel
whatcha gonna do today (say what)
ya say im gonna get a fly girl
gonna get some spankin
drive off in a def oj
everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn
say if your girl starts actin up,
then you take her friend
master gee, am I mellow
its on you so what you gonna do...
whoa seems like everyone is just copying and pasting..how about a certian verse or lyric that you find particularly inspiring or cool....and Kriss Kross....again WTF!!
Knew he was defeated, but I wasn't done yet
So I shot him with the shottie, then I jetted in the jet.
Special Ed
So I shot him with the shottie, then I jetted in the jet.
Special Ed