Posts tagged "lyrics"
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Notes: 4 / 2 years ago
The Pharcyde - Runnin’
Can’t keep runnin’ away…..
(Fat Lip)
I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I used to never get it when all I got was upset
when niggas used to be like “What’s up fool!” and tried
to sweat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can
recall crip niggas throwin’ “c” in my face down the hall
I’m kickin’ it in the back of the school eatin’ chicken at
three wonderin’ why is everybody always pickin’ on me
I tried to talk and tell them chill I did nothing to deserve
this But when it didn’t work I wasn’t scared just real
nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin’ no doubt
cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck
around with Fat Lip yes ya get blown I’m not tryin’ to show
no macho is shown but when it’s on, if it’s on, then it’s on!
Can’t keep runnin’ away…..
(Slim Kid3)
There comes a time in every man’s life when he’s gotta
handle shit up on his own Can’t depend on friends to
help you in a squeeze, please they got problems of their
own Down for the count on seven chicken shits don’t
get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear
zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played
it cool just so some real shit won’t get full blown Being
where I’m from they let the smoke come quicker than an
evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And
as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got
lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form
free Said I’m gonna get some before their knockin’ out
me I don’t sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
In other words just freeze
Can’t keep runnin’ away…..
(Knumbskull #1)
It’s 1995 now that I’m older stress weighs on my shoulders
heavy as boulders but I told y’all til the day that I die I
still will be a soldier and that’s all I told ya and that’s all
I showed ya and all this calamity is rippin my sanity Can
it be I’m a celebrity whose on the brink of insanity Now
don’t be wishin’ of switchin’ any positions with me cuz
when you in my position, it ain’t never easy to do any
type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin’ from
entertainin’ is hella straining to the brain and.. But I can’t
keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin’
Can’t keep runnin’ away…..
Ya can’t keep runnin’ away….. -
Notes: 4 / 2 years ago
Erick Sermon Feat. Redman - React
[Intro]
Just Blaze, yeah
Check me out now
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo,
Let me hear ya say
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Put your hands in the air everybody, c’mon
Where them dogs at
[Verse One: Erick Sermon]
Hey yo, I’m immaculate, come through masculine
Wide-body frame, E-Dub’s the name, whoa
In the field of rap, I’m supurb, I’m fly
I should be in the sky with birds
I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo
(Hey yo, them tens, nigga)
I know, I keep ‘em clean though
Come through stormin’ the block like El Nino
Scoop up an Arabic chick before she close
She goes, those my people
Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them Keith’s folks
Yeah, watch how the “E” locs 64
Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor
Burn out, I do it for the kids
They’re hoppin’ the turn style, the “E” goin’ wild
Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD
Yeah, I’m worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga
[1] - Whateva’ she said, then I’m that
If this here rocks to y’all, then react
Whateva’ she said, then I’m that
If this here rocks to y’all, then react
[Verse Two: Redman]
Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty
I leave your eye like a 9-9 Benz-buggy, puffy
Brick niggas get real ugly
Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky
Mug me, I ain’t got nothin’ but four figures
And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender
My shots like squeegy men on your window
Usual suspect, I’m the crippled member
Get away when I sat down in the office
Heat in my lap keep me walkin’ awkward
While y’all talk it, the doc reinforce it
The mic, it’s hard to keep my paws off it
Yo’ bitch is my bitch when it’s over
No Cristal, I pulled up with King Cobra
Out in the Nova, don’t bother
My Nino Brown bust, it’ll shut down the corridor
[Repeat 1]
[Verse Three]
Hey yo Red, he’s over (Word?) with his shit right now
Watch this, told ya
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin’, I’m +Milk+
I’m that kid +Gizmo+, we “Top Billin’”
Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it’s me
Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free
When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out
Total recall for people to breathe
I got dogs in the backyard shittin’ their lawns
We got chickens ain’t leaving ‘till six in the morning
Round and round we go, circle the area
Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott
Dozy-doe with cowboys where they saddle at
Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac
What your name is, yo, R.E.D.
Crack cost money, but the “E” is free, yeah
[Repeat 1 until fade] -
2 years ago
AZ - Sugar Hill
Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)
AZ’s for real (oh he’s for real) he’s for real (its so lovely sippin on
bubbly)
At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock ‘cause its scorching hot,
making it hard trying ta figure who’s out ta trap me, Pataki, got all
kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won’t be happy, til they
snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but
never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill
that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real
CHORUS
first line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)
second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money
put the grants in the safe, ‘cause we spending the jacksons, the
washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do)
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i’m a
recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me
seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime
faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain’t
promised, I’m as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa
Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat
ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing
the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
forseen, i guess being down for so long i’m all in store ta see my
dreams
Chorus
so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain’t
much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to
adap ta, ‘cause these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture
de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously
aware plus political, ‘cause though they claim that every man created equal
whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,
but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real
Chorus 3x
ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
Sugar Hill -
2 years ago
AZ - The Format
You know the chronicles, the shit that if mama knew
The stress the drama do
The tecs phemonenal
Rapid fire, pecks through the abdominal
You bastard liars, it’s me whos the honorable
Bathed and clothed up, shaved and close cut
Restraint from temptation was drained from both nuts
Now in the physical form
Verbalize through the scriptures I was biblically born
It’s I’ah, Jeremiah the seed through the blunt fire
On Kawasaki’s, can wheelie up on one tire
Well respected, jail connected
Got the method for the pretty females perfected
For sure, very few flaws, heavy Chevy 2 doors
Candy paint’ll give the nigga the blue balls
Pause, this the life I chose
The ?, the 360, the ciphers closed
[Chorus]
Young and gifted, my tongues prolific
In the beach bungalow is how I brung in Christmas
For the streets I’m going flow from the hungriest districts
Swiss kicks crisp when I come to them picnics
Play slow, paper chase stack and lay low
Range rove tinted all black the same old
Psychic mind, righteous rhymes the ? turned a new leaf on my life on crime
No concerns with new beef, who’s as nice as I’m
Is ?for few feet, I’m still a sniper blind
Built my fame, spilt my pain
Politicking daily, still trying to milk the game
It’s obvious I’m real rap, skills remain
Took some change and I’m still the same
[Chorus]
Learnt the system, burned some izm
Tied all my jewels down like journalism
How I maneuve now it’ll merge the wisdom
A pilgrim, prophesize putting words to rhythm
Relating, I’m adaplating it, manifestation, patient, meditating with the
manner who’s waiting, pacing
like an m-8 that sealed his fate
let some years escape but I’m still in shape
I’m chilling deeply rooted
A beast with music, from bedstuy to the east I’m to at peace to lose it
But love it, I still does it
Breathing off a trump budget
Fresh out of bloomies with the Louie luggage -
Notes: 2 / 2 years ago
Cypress Hill - Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Hits From The Bong
Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
and take hits from the boooong
Put the blunt down just for a second
Don’t get me wrong it’s not a new method
Inhale, Exhale - just got a ounce in the mail
I like a blunt or a big fat cone
But my double barrel bong is gettin me stoned
Home skillet, there’s water inside don’t spill it
It smells like shit on the carpet
Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky smelly green shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take Hits from the bong…
Hits From The Bong y’all
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Let’s smoke that bowl, hit the bong
And then take that finger off of that hole
Plug it, unplug it, don’t straaaain
I love you Mary Jane
She never complains, when I hit Mary
With that flame, I light up the cherry
She’s so good to me, when I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen
Don’t get me stirred up the smoke, through the bub-bling water
Is Makin’ it pure so I got ta’, take my hit and hold it
Just like Chong, I hit the bowl and I reload it
Get my four-footer and bring it on…
As I take Hits from the bong
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Hits From The Bong
Can I get a hit?
Straighten your dick out…
Can I get a hit? … -
2 years ago
Mr. Criminal - Gangster Love
[Chorus:]
I Know You Want A Gangsta I Know You Need A Thug
Someone Thats Always By Your Side That You Can Kiss And Hug
Ill Always Be There Whether Times Are Bad Or Times Are Ruff
Come Put Your Lips On Mine Come Get Some Of This Criminal Love
I Know You Want A Soldier I Know You Need A Thug
Someone Thats Always By Your Side That You Can Kiss And Hug
I Will Always Be There Whether Times Are Bad Or Times Are Ruff
Come Put Your Arms Around Me And Get Some Of This Criminal Love
Girl Come And Get Some Of This Criminal Love Ive Been Missing You For A While
Been Waitin For A Hug And Ive Been Feelin And Feelin Just Waitin For A Kiss And
While We’re At It Just Let Me Put These Diamonds On Your Wrist Now Baby Girl
You Know I Love You And Thats With My Soul You Bring Some Warmth Into My
Heart Beat Cus These Streets Are Cold And When Im Tourin And Travelin All
Around The World I Always Come Home To My One And Only Baby Girl Its
Straight Love And Thug Passion A Bond Thats Everlasting Tryin To Put Us In A
Mansion With This Rap Shit They Touch Away From Home Alot Trying To Make It
On This Journey All The Way To The Top And For Always Stayin By My Side I Love
You For That Never Wanted Me To Leave Patiently Waitin Till Im Back Too Much
Love To Express Just On One Track Just Know I Love You Till I Die And Thats A
Fact Baby Girl
[Chorus]
And When I Get Home You Always Show This Criminal Love And When I Was
Locked Down You Always Sent Me Letters With With Love And When I Was Stuck
On Stupid Its Like I Got Shot By Cupid I Dont Know What It Was But It Was Just
Something That You Did Or Should I Say That You Do You Say I Love You Me Too
And Baby Girl Until I Die Its Just Me And You And Thats A Promise To Be Honest
Youve Been One Of The Strongest Always By My Side And Down To Ride When
Troubles Upon Us And I Know Sometimes In Life I Leave You Crossed And
Stressed Always Work Never Rest And Always Cleanin Up My Mess The Drama
Never Dies Sometimes It Spreads And Multiplies But Still No Matter What
Against All Odds We Rise Uh Huh And Lie Together Cry Together I Swear To God I
Hope We Fuckin Die Together They Say That Youngsters Dont Make It But We’ve
Been Makin It For Years Always Making It Work Through All The Drama And
Tears And Thats A Fact
[Chorus]
Remember The Times I Used To Call When I Was Away In Placement Couldnt Wait
Till I Seen You But Still I Had To Stay Patient Then I Came Home And Took What
Was Rightfully Mine And I Was Feelin For Your Love I Really Couldnt Waste No
Time But Still We Had Our Problems Still Had Our Ups And Downs And I Was Still
Catching Cases I Couldnt Put Away The Pounds Another Days Another Dollar
Was The Way I Moved Around To This Day Its Still The Same Except The Hustle Is
Legal Now And Im Never Around Always Pursuing My Dreams Settin My Goals
High So We Could Enjoy Life’s Finer Things Diamond Pen And Tennis Bracelets
Full Of Ice And Precious Things And Im Proud To Say I Love You Ook What Hard
Work Brings And I Would Walk A Million Miles Just To See Those Lips Smile
[Chorus]
Snoop Dogg
Monday - East-Coast
Tuesday - West-Coast
Wednesday - G-Funk
Thursday - G-Funk
Friday - Chicano Rap
Saturday - Not-USA rap
Sunday - Dirty South
"Personally, I just think rap music is the best thing out there, period. If you look at my deck in my car radio, you're always going to find a hip-hop tape; that's all I buy, that's all I live, that's all I listen to, that's all I love."
Eminem
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