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1. _ As The World Keeps Turning
Intro/Chorus: As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined *Repeat* Verse 1:Where I flow like CD's in the deck Moosh fools in the face that lack respect Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G So leave me alone I'm in the zone Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone Are you gone bust or play bones? You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own It's Miscellane and it's on again For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut Chorus Verse 2:Where I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong My world is gone like disco Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo Standin in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly Me, buckin with my team is murder one I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!) I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!) Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call To a trick that didn't even care Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga) Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga) You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real) Shit is for real Chorus Verse 3:Where I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes Let's take it back to the first side When you was a new jack and jockin my new track But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard Witta teenage group I'm turnin loots to tracks Me and my niggas like (These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics) You wanna know what the hos used to do When me and my crew came bustin through All sorts of blushins brew (A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew) Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau Now that's three times your tightest flow And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack Three times is clever (BUCK!) Chorus x 2 Outro: Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt To art in hell, where the next man dwells The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells more free lyrics |
2. _ Ed-ucation
[Eddie Griffin] Aww they say uhh.. .. a black man is a pimp Well let me tell you the biggest pimp on planet motherfuckin Earth, is her momma It's her MOMMA that told her, "Get a man that got a good job gurl! Make sure he got a good car gurl! Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin gurl!" What happened to just fallin in love with a nigga with a bus pass -- -- just cause you love the nigga? But +I'm+ the pimp motherfucker! I gotta be the player! Biggest hoes, on planet Earth.. .. are walkin through the motherfuckin neighborhood You KNEW when you got with the nigga he already had a woman You knew he already had a family but you fucked him anyway!!! And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga you went and got pregant - didn't you bitch, DIDN'T YOU!! THE OL' KEEP A NIGGA BABY And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell the child? "Aww that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' daddy ain't here; cause that nigga ain't shit." How bout bein a woman, and tellin the kid the truth that yo' momma, you was a hoe! TELL THE KID! Momma was a hoe, I was weekend pussy I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out that's why he ain't here - but he a good nigga cause he take care of his REAL family I was just a dumb bitch, tryin to keep, a nigga that I wanted more free lyrics |
3. _ Str-8 Gone
Haa Woo Dedicated to the up city Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity Put holes in niggas, real pretty Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty I give drugs to the thugs price-free Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T No doubt players like me recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap And get your niggas off my back and no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) FUCK THAT! I'm very precise when I shoot straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik group but, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the loot Cos he's actin real loonie and I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie The hoodrats wanna do me So if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me Chorus: Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone *repeat* Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG' Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp I'ma get this one easy A real motherfuckin G, R-rock Tee Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers car stealers, big time drug dealers Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die You ask "Who the hell am I?" They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades em all And I come thru ya hood like a locc ass G Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC It's only one way, let's have gun play I make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars Puttin soft niggas outta service Chorus: Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips blown That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone My whole crew lives illegal Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal Smokin that sticky green grass Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts from the past We smoke leaf cos we live like G's Super-soft niggas become enemies I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's now everything I drive is on Deez I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should My dope spot in every nigga's hood I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine Fourteen shells from behind Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine A partner of organised crime Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due Chorus: Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone (repeat 4X) And I'm gone more free lyrics |
4. _ Fame
Fame, I'm the man that takes things over Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow Fame puts me there where things are hollow Fame Fame It's not your brain, it's just the flame The bitch is gonna get your ends SLAIN! (You know I need the money, I will get the money Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) (You know I need the money, I will get the money Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) Chorus: RC Fame, what you like is in the limo Fame, take it now there's no tomorrow Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow Fame Fame Nine is fine, it plays for time I'ma lemme hit you from be-hind Fame, Fame Fame A bullet for me, I bust it for you I love it when you grab my gun Fame Fame, what's your name? What's your name? What's your name? Say my name? Say my name? Say my name? [King Tee] The world's famous, rugged with the superstar persona Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer Big timer, I'm known in places I haven't even been Executed styles behind men Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel My look's hostile, hittin Remy from the bottle The fame is like I'm possessed wit game And everywhere I go, hos screamin my name But I'm rollin, not that my bald head's swollen I'm towin, ya fixed up, they'd rather see ya broken I'm scopin often where the spotlights shine Me and my crew drinkin tryin ta have a good time But folks watchin, wearin khakis or Versace They try to mack me, caught up in the papparazzi I'ma look what the hogg had become A top notch nigga with the fame game Outro: RC Is it any wonder, I'll reject ya first Fame Fame Fame Fame Is it any wonder, your heart's too cold to fool Fame Fame Fame Fame more free lyrics |
5. _ Blunt Time
DEAD! INTRO (Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest,DEAD! In me ear Dre.You hear me now?DEAD! (Blunt time-pull out your philly) (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine They will shake the hand,never really seen and only heard They will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone Long Beach City I wreck is my zone I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone Fool now break for ya two It's called the ol'Rambo,catch ambush I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump Long Beach City-firmly represented Narrator X is representor Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor Freeze MCs,don't ent-or I'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or Or since I'm Sun I'll melt the metaphor The meatphors are meltin,style is beltin I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin CHORUS Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin Dimes keep on flippin flippin REPEAT Dre's bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat X flex lyric they can't come back Fact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shit I boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella Fitz Nah,the member X but you'll remember X indeedy Now remember don't contest the (?Frex?) Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss I burn you like Backdrafter After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter Similar to this,HA what's the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it's CHORUS Mighty Aftermath! Once again.can't hold us back Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed) Attempts wiil be futile,it's way to brutal Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contest The mighty Aftermath Posse(Who?Who?)DEAD! (Murder!)Exclamation point! (Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) (Blunt time)Ha (Blunt tiiiime)Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7 (Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend,dont'cah friend) (Roowl,IIIIIIII don't wanna fight no more,no no,oooh) (Blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!) more free lyrics |
6. _ East Coast/West Coast Killas
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X) Verse One: RBX While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental custom designed, for instrumental Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti And this one's a burner, baby Truck, like Toyata driven True and livin drivin with the gat Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush Then I flush wack material That's if I don't mash them all to mush Hush, let me burst, dare I gush Cock-diezel cuts Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X) Verse Two: KRS-One Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career? Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear Don't provoke Kris no joke this I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat Just your typical, non-topical Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin I check one-two's and who's in the house Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid! East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X) Welcome to the New World Order You are now under martial law All constituional rights have been suspended Verse Three: B-Real The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast trippin goin on through out the business East Coast West Coast anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er I got crews on both sides together Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever Fool I can roll through any block from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock But some niggaz can't survive on both sides So they try and break off, eliminate ties Fools got to get wise, better realize True, enemy lies killin in the highrise office, analyzing the song Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise! East coast *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 8X) Verse Four: Nas Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon I be the twelve disciples strap arms All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on Focus on your rap holsters, notice I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white I'm wrapped in a turban for spite Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal? East coast *killer* West coast *killer* (repeat 16X) more free lyrics |
7. _ Aftermath (The Intro)
[Wind, Animals and Wild Sounds Coordinating With Beeping Countdown] [Beeping Faster] (Dr. Dre) This is dedicated to the niggaz that was down from Day 1 ..[SCREAM AND LOUD EXPLOSION] ...Welcome to the Aftermath (Group) Like We Always Do About This Time!! (Woman) Welcome To The Aftermath! (Narrator) The Aftermath, A second growth, the period immediately following an unusual event. This is brought to you by, the makers of funky music Coming directly to you from the Soul Kitchen So let's get deep You ask how deep is deep? Can I ask you how deep would you like to get? (Woman) The Aftermath Brings To You Some Of The Best Hip-Hop And R&B On The Planet (Group) We're comin' we're comin' we're comin' (Repeat X3) WE'RE HERE!! (Echoes) (Sid McCoy) Watch yourself, peep the blow up From state-to-state we're touchin' home no matter what sign you throw up Wait, we're on some other while you're still slippin' Bringin' you all bangin' speakers for sparks fly out the car system Off the tops, snatchin' props and the proper the tops we touch we're hard to knock, we got it locked From every angle of music the different sound view R&B, rap, whatever flavor kid it's all new So let's say we bring it with the EAST! and the WEST! The final results: The Aftermath touchin' every coast! So when the bar blows then, the DJ spins And we don't set trip, we set trends Love to the artists, in fact they be the smartest if they business is tight Cuz keep it real means moving the cash markets And constantly buildin' and stop destroying everything that we touch And leave somethin' for our children (RC) Whatever it takes to get ya paid yea-yea-yeah, keep on doin' it Keep on doin' it, keep on doin' it And whatever it is that gets ya free yea-yea-yeah (Gets ya free, yeah) keep on doin' it Keep on doin' it, hey keep on doin' it Whatever it takes to get ya paid yea-yea-yeah (Whatever it is) keep on doin' it Ya gotta keep doin' it, keep on, keep on yeah And whatever it is that gets ya free yea-yea-yeah (Whatever it is that gets ya free, yeah) keep on doin' it Keep on doin' it, Oh yeah ohhhhhhhhh-I Ya gotta-you gotta keep on doin it, doin' it, doin' it Aftermath is gonna keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, yeah [Shotgun Cocks and Blasts] (B-Real) ANYBODY KILLA!!! more free lyrics |
8. _ Light Speed
[Dr. Dre] Hey, yo whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some Chonic witchu? [girl] Nigga what? FO' SHO'! Roll that shit up! [Dr. Dre] Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'" Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes and Firm Fiascoes - assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin a tango.. And cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?) Came home uptight, ready to mash like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air that means we takin over this year You hear? [girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! {*echoes*}" --> KRS-One [Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear? [girl] Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas [Hittman] I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson when bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust cause gangbangin is the active, activity where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores We on some hardcore, pornographic Totin Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon, makin fools "RETREAT!" like Megatron and Starscream Oh yeah I scream-on-stars to get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom ?? gots my bulletproof it's hard to shoot me you hear? (By the time you see him {*BLAM BLAM*}) That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear? [girl] Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas more free lyrics |
9. _ Xxplosive
[Hittman] Xxplosive, West coast shit My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my shit's the bomb - Xxplosive.. [Kurupt] West coast shit nigga Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch; don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up! Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save this dick Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch [Nate Dogg] All my real Doggs still kick it wit me All my down hoes still trickin wit me All the true gangstas know Nate ain't never love no hoe All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still checkin for me All the real smokers know They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed... Real trees... Chronic leaves... No seeds... When I had you last night, baby Before - I blew yo' mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind) I thought we had a chance, lady No more - now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm... Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby, hit the bong while the west coast rolls along While we - still makin gangsta hits You'll be - still jockin gangsta dicks Damn girl you think you slick Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch [Six-Two] I got these freaky hoes Clappin they hands, stompin they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat Been knowin the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote' They be beepin me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts But beitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut, f'real {Exxplosive..} more free lyrics |
10. _ Still D.R.E.
[Snoop] Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin with ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, Andre? [Dr. Dre] Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga? My last album was "The Chronic" (nigga) They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho) Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (fo life) Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still Chorus: [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x) Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E Chorus It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless Chorus 3X [Snoop] Right back up in ya motherfucking ass '95 plus four pennies! Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Oh you's a fool D.R. more free lyrics |
11. _ Nationowl
(All right, is everybody ready *YEAH!*) (Alright now, here we go) Nationowl divides this bomb to blow Adios serials worldwide Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver to break down the speed While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped and stole the ground beneath they feet Far from the bail, still makin my sales Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel takin over, no doubt Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor Dre, all day cash his cheques Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!) Nationowl's defence covers my ass and team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?) Chorus: Pledge a legiance to my team Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM Cos worldwide shit's outta control Why you can't get down with Nationowl Young and old, my niggas who's on parole Why you can't get down with Nationowl Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold Why you can't get down with Nationowl Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock still fully loaded, cocked the handgun Composed like the Phantom while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me" In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy Assholes around like a frisby And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way tryin ya hardest to delay My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?* Lyrics bone shatterin Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale Chorus In the last days, which side will you be on? Nationowl's on the side that I beat on I demand put me on From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick Pro actors, game of life with no practice Controllin craps like I had a remote It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb No joke, much over I scold It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats Best believe that these are our last years Prepare or get done from the rear As we move there, where? The final frontier United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer Chorus Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me? more free lyrics |
12. _ The Message
[Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. {*Mary J. Blige sings in the background*} .. A message to God .. {*Mary J. Blige sings in the background*} .. [Dr. Dre] Since you finishin em early, what posessed you to start him? We made a vow - later we'll regret til death do us part Lord, I thought we was made for each other You shouldn't connect those, made to be taken away from each other Now what I'm supposed to do? I'm only half the man that I was I'll never last, cause my better half is up there with you You knew what you was doin when you made us; so with all due respect you coulda forgave him, you didn't have to take him He can take the game with him, cause he defines the word The one who puts the G in it, who you think put me in it? I'm feelin like my whole world is blinded - wonderin why Cryin, pourin out my heart, pourin out liquor behind it We fought like brothers, somethin we never should do We coulda used time spent arguin tellin the truth He had talent too - I had plans on watchin him grow Don't know what hurts more - seein him leave, or watchin him go [Mary J. Blige] Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen.. (better listen) whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen.. {*harmonizing*} Listen.. mmm-mmm-mmm [Rell] + {Mary} If you wanna know why.. {why I live my life} The way that I do.. {cause I got to get this money} So don't worry about me.. {cause I know my way around} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper [Dr. Dre] Youse a soldier, you're probably packin heat up there Met up with homies from the street, and got deep up there If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew I thought I learned from Eazy, now I'm goin through it with you We lost a thug, a son, and a father I spoke to your son, the other day, and told him Uncle Dre got him The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file cause I'm still paging you, 911, straight in denial Prayin you get it, but no man can choose the card he was dealt You either quit, or you gon' play it like you get it I done been through all emotions, from in shock, to keepin a poker face to straight breakin down and showin all emotions I'm anxious to believe in real G's don't cry If that's the truth, then I'm realizin I ain't no gangsta It's just not me, but you know I'ma always ride wit you I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died wit you [Mary J. Blige] Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen.. whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen.. {*harmonizing*} Listen.. eyy-eyy-eyy-yeah-yeahh [Rell] + {Mary} If you wanna know why.. {why I live my life} The way that I do.. {cause I got to get this money} So don't worry about me.. {don't worry, don't worry worry} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper [Mary J. Blige] yeah, yeah, ahhh-oooh-oahahahhhhh.. listen.. mmmmmmmmmhmhmhmmmmmm.. if you don't know why I.. you gotta listen up right now lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten.. oooooooooh... oahahoooohhh ooooha ohhhhh lis-ten, lis-ten ahhhowooooo yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah-ehh-yeah, yeah-ooeooooh yahhooooohahhooooh listen lis-ten, children lis-ten I'm tryin to tell you somethin good Don't get caught up in the hood Yeahhh-hah, yeahhh-hah, aooooooh if you don't know why.. you gotta find out the reason why.. brother.. brother.. more free lyrics |
13. _ Big Ego's
[Dr. Dre] I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz that been hatin me lately and the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin Put the flame to the killer nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real I'm hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos 1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals 2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos {repeat 2X} [Hitman] I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin hoes at movies Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at? That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that Rat-ta-tat-tat {*automatic gunfire and screaming*} {*more screaming as tires peel out*} I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys tryin to focus on mines - poke they eyes out I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way like snitch niggaz in the pen that get hit when the guards look the other way We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre You playin games, I suggest you know the rules We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crews that's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos 1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals 2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos {repeat 2X} more free lyrics |
14. _ Been There, Done That
I been there - been there Done that - done that You got guns? - we got guns... Yo, I got straps - we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth... No question, it's all about the D - O - E. So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree. Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati, Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G... Since way back I've been collecting my fee With the 48-tracks and the M - I - C. Got a palace in the Hills overlooking the sea. It's worth 8, but I only paid 5 point 3. Worldwide, got the triple beam, I slide. Listenin' to yo demo in a stretch limo. It's how I ride - cartel style. Full, stacked to the max now. A million-dollar smile, people wonder how. 'Dre Day' every day. Trips to Montigo Bay, with more chips than Frito Lay. Flossed jewels in a tire, ain't nuthin' fly. Straight or illegal - it's still the root of all evil... Coz... [Chorus] x 2 Young black Rockerfeller. Hell, a swiss and mozarella. Pockets sweller, gettin' money like a bank teller. 'Cause a fool and his dough soon split. So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'. Ladies, get your paper too. Don't expect for no man to support you. Keep it true, 'Cause most brothers are raised to decide for the pesos. My woman is independent, makin' dough by the case loads. I'mma keep buildin'... make it killing. Kick back, relax, and grow old with my millions. That's where it's at. You got drama, I got the gat, But we're both black so I don't wanna lay you flat. Instead let's get paper, while it's paper to get. Private Jet, 600 coupes that I runs if... I'm livin' on another level that y'all ain't been yet. Spend a mill, no sweat, water the line with my wet... [Chorus] x 2 This is for the millionaires, Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin', Honeys start to stare. 'Cause game is money and money is game, And broke brothers make the 45 flame with no shame. Now many people die over these dead green guys. Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise. It's the root of all evil and sins. Yet and still it makes the world go around, Like my 20-inch rims... Moolah y'all. Platinum plaques cover my walls. Grindin', diamonds shinin', and without one flaw. Get the cash, the grass, the ass will bounce. Luciano and all amounts, that's all that counts 'cause... I been there... And done that... Been there, done that... The Aftermath! more free lyrics |
15. _ Murder Ink
[Hitman] When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin that your end is beginnin Swift silent and deadly There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed spot But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough I didn't want people gathering and stuff {*cameras click*} Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag {*WHOOSH*} Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet This is anybody MURDERAHHH to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH Nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed This is anybody MURDERAHHH Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed [Ms. Roq] Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough Lurkin through the turf, think how I'ma just work Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake the fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops! Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last? Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad and jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo' {*KABOOM*} I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Uhh bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed! {*echoes*} more free lyrics |
16. _ Got Me Open
Intro: Dr. Dre Ai Aiyo Butter is, uhh, Hands-On in the house Well check it out, put some shit on for em Let's get it on, kick it Ha yeah, hell yeah Yeah that shit sounds dope Aiyo Kim, what you got to say Verse 1: Kim of Hands-On Well boy you're movin me There's somethin physical about it The way you're makin me feel The way you're touching me, can't explain Oh, I just can't keep still When you're kissing me it gives me what I need Hold on tight and baby do it all night (Check it) This is the part you take my heart to wipe your feet on I wonder how boy, you make me over Chorus: Hands-On Now tell me away, cos I can't stop from how you mean The things you do to me Has got my body wanting you more and more Oh baby, it's got it bad Your love has got me open Bridge: Dre Yeah No question, kick back, watch my dope eye rise Still an everyday brother with my eyes on the prize Take my time analysing every song that dies Flossin the fliest rides from hits you memorise Been doin this since days of N.W.A. Took it to the next level when I use to DJ Got family and fans from New York to L.A. They keep it real cos they know that Dre come with Bombay G's up, ain't nuttin changed, yo freeze up! When I come thru, player haters, women one-two The dotted Maxwell from only a minimum of set sales Clutch your tails for honeys waitin to exhale Keep writin til the next millenium Tape one hit when I serve these fiends, stuff mo' potent than Bolivian Welcome to the Aftermath Aiyo Crystal, what you got to say? Verse 2: Crystal of Hands-On It's like I'm glowing about the animal attraction That grows between us And then my friends ask me just where the hell I've been They think I'm crazy, they don't understand When you're next to me, I'm lost in ecstasy Don't let go cos I'm about to explode (Aftermath!) This is the part you take my heart to wipe your feet on Baby please don't make me over Chorus Interlude: Hands-On You touch me at the spot Ooh boy, you got me high (that's right) And when you're loving me down, I never want you to stop Just take it easy (say what?) Baby boy, you babe, you touch the spot I swear you got me open Chorus to fade more free lyrics |
17. _ Forgot About Dre
[Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's The Snoop D-O-double-G's and the group that said mother-"Fuck Tha Police" Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep so FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME! Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me and turn me back to the old me Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X) Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say but nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP) Then just study a tape of N.W.A.! One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?) And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge when I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off "Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!" I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew {*Eminem's vocal turntable*} Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?) Chorus [Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton) I told em all - all them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all? Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad tryin to get this damn label off? I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap! You can have it back So where's all the Madd Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch Chorus Chorus 1/2 (after music ends) more free lyrics |
18. _ Housewife
Chorus: Kurupt Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife) [Dr. Dre] I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out Chorus [Hittman] Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool I pity ya We live in the city off, ballers with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico [Kurupt] At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends I said I dip, dive, what can I say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy if you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could break a G down, break me down But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style Chorus {*door slams*} [D.O.C.] Lil' 1/2 Dead [1/2 Dead??] Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy? [D.O.C.] Yeahhh [some hoe] He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead if he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up! [1/2 Dead??] Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up [D.O.C.] Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH [some hoe] I don't think so!! more free lyrics |
19. _ Shittin' on the World
Intro: Yes yes y'all, ooh funk.... Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy it's the yes yizzy y'all Ooh notes come wrong Verse 1: Dre is chillin, Ruff is chillin What more can I say? (Let's make a million) M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most I be rockin on the East and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions How would I look with Mike's complexion Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me All I wanna say is "I don't really give a fuck" cos Most he be mega Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega and in the PJ's I DJ and blow amps Bad as *?shrimp stampy?* with the food stamps Huh, I'm not a stranger to danger On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule White boys say it now "Cool, cool, cool!!!" I bring the fizzy that's the obvious I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk In the SP or the MV, see three G Ho's see me comin in 3-D I spread Lizzy with ten mates Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate Hey yo, that's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it Chorus: (On the world) Shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin on the world) *repeat* Verse 2: I warm it up like humidity Mel, okay I'm here til infinity My shit be outta...space with the Ewok This is my planet but I never wear the Reebok When we rock to the beat of accapella Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas It's time to bounce so where the player, mate? Jealous MC's still drinkin on that "Hator"rade Bitches flirtin with the giggles and chuckles You'll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle cos I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it Hold up! Back to the clinic Uhh, aah, poked your bitch in the eye then I step like Omega's hifi (AWROOF!) I walk the earth like Moses Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips Shows I turn out I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout But can't phone long distance I'm a rich nigga still gettin public assistance Rockin shit on a task cam Got MC's talkin 'bout "I love you, man" But you can't get my last bud or my last dove outta beats we be makin Dre and M-E-L got the whole Earth quakin That's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it Chorus x3 Outro: (over chorus) Yes yes y'all, ooh funk... Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all Every three days and the El change ??? Ooh, Most come funk more free lyrics |
20. _ The Next Episode
[Snoop Dogg] (Kurupt) La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (So blaze the weed up then!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch quit talkin, crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S you'll be relievin your stress [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh [Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh [Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G [Dr. Dre] Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (wessyde) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?) Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it's the next episode... [Nate Dogg] Hold up, waiiiiiiit for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't, playyyyyyy We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY.... .... smoke weed everday! more free lyrics |
21. _ Bitch Niggaz
[Dre] Some good-ass weed! [Snoop Dogg] Check it out Dogg; this game is a motherfuckin trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin to run up on me hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis.. Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man! That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like bitches Hoe-ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin much (speak) Study your own, get your own -- yahmsayin? Be independent nigga - BEOTCH! [Dre] Yeah [Snoop] Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz).. Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz).. Bitch-ass niggaz (beotch).. [both] BITCH NIGGAZ (bitch niggaz).. [Snoop] Yeah I'm talkin about you (beotch).. [Dre] Bitch niggaz [Snoop] and you too (beotch).. [Snoop Dogg] Hmm.. Dogg.. I meet mo' bitch niggaz than hoes - look here And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn) Dogg - so many niggaz like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (beotch) niggaz be talkin shit (nigga) Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka) Niggaz stay strapped from way back, cause payback..'ll make niggaz wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right) No mo' talkin, I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip Glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an' shit If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch [Snoop] Bitch niggaz, bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz) [Dr. Dre] These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on Yo Dogg, check it kick back Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute.. Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it COMPTON is the city I'm from Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon Huh, I cain't live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face - and for what? They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me [Six-Two] These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (what?) And these punk-ass hoes is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There Dey Go, There Day Go" Bitch niggaz... uh-huh... {Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"} {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two} {"stop scheamin, and..an, and..an-an, and..and lookin hard"} [Dr. Dre] Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, HELLA bitch nigga Youse a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga.. a bitch nigga [Hittman] I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe! Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the OLD SCHOOL like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right to slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo' car Fool {singing} "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff" Man, you shit on Hit, get yo' shit bust; plus pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo' bitch's blush Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's a bitch nigga! {Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"} {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two} {"stop..stop..stop scheamin, and lookin hard"} {"..op-stop..ah-op-op-stop-sch-sch-scheamin, and lookin hard"} {"stop scheamin.. an-an.. an-an.. an-and lookin hard"} {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard"} {"stop skee-scheamin, and lookin hard"} {"stop scheamin, and.. and.. and.. stop scheamin, and lookin hard"} more free lyrics |
22. _ The Watcher
[Dr. Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangsters Times is changin, young niggaz is agin Becomin O.G.'s in the game and changin to make way for these new names and faces but the strangest things can happen from rappin when, niggaz get wrapped up in image and actin Niggaz get capped up and wrapped in plastic and zipped up in bags when it happens, that's it I've seen em come, I've watched em go Watched em rise, witnessed it and watched them blow Watched em all blossom and watched em grow Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough Best friends and money? I lost them both Went and visisted niggaz in the hospital and saw the same shit all across the globe I just sit back and watch the show (the watcher) Chorus: Dr. Dre Cause everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' (the watcher) People I used to know just don't know me no mo' (the watcher) But everywhere that I go I got people I know (the watcher) who got people they know So I suggest you lay low (the watcher) [Dr. Dre] I moved out of the hood for good - you blame me? Niggaz aim mainly at niggaz they can't be But niggaz can't hit niggaz they can't see I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach How would you feel if niggaz wanted you killed? You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill and choose a new spot if niggaz wanted you shot I ain't a thug - how much Tupac in you you got? I ain't no bitch neither - it's either my life or yo' life and I ain't leavin - I like breathin Cause nigga we can go round for round Clip for clip, shit fo'pound for pound Nigga if you really wanna take it there we can Just remember that you fuckin with a family man I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that when you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher) Chorus {*GUN SHOT*} [Dr. Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas Cops is anxious to put niggaz in handcuffs They wanna hang us, see us dead or enslave us Keep us trapped in the same place we raised in Then they wonder why we act so outrageous Run around stressed out and pull out gauges Cause everytime you let the animal out cages It's dangerous, to people who look like strangers But now we got a new era of gangsters Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us Lookin at us, now callin us bustaz Can't help but reminisce back when it was us Nigga we started this gangsta shit! And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? It's funny how time fly I'm just havin fun, just watchin it fly by (the watcher) Chorus (the watcher - 4X) more free lyrics |
23. _ What's the Difference
[Phish] What's the difference between me and you? (repeat 2X) [Dr. Dre] Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool wit Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample* Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then - I ain't even speakin your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference Chorus: Phish (repeat 2X) What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin [Xzibit] Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate, play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH) I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick (Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference Chorus [Eminem] Aight, hold up hold up! STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE!! I got somethin to say Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me (The fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit [Dre] Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch [Em] I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it? [Dre] Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is [Eminem] Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up and they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water That's for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up! You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up!! So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it! Chorus 1.25X more free lyrics |
24. _ L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon)
Intro: It's like, it's like this Word up, knowhutI'msayin? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin? Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn, the whole borough's thorough You know the time, y'knowI'msayin? Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin it down It's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you, y'knowI'msayin? (L-A-W, this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin? Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this Verse 1: As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack Can't hold me back, I'm too strong, I waited too long Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song Been in the game since...what? That shit is past tense Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C with that ill shit, I came to kill shit I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit But in this era of mayhem I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark the verbal scientist in your title, I'm walkin wit it A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters I shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrill seekers An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, I'm slangin the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin 40's Chorus: Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the B-boys and all the B-gals Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the B-boys and all the B-gals Verse 2: Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic Blast em back, okay let's get it started Original rap styles comin from my shooter Fifty niggas deep, I'm the ill kid recruiter People gather round, check my flow listen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know (What they know?) I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl Too many claim unnamed for fame or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim I take a raptor's rough cos I'lla date the semen Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went That's another level of attack (haa), bring your bats My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack I slice the rapper like a surgeon If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban Too much tenacity, vocal capacity Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me Cos I'm the chemical enemical Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle Chorus: Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real players and all the fly girls Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real players and all the fly girls Verse 3: Feelin the metronome click, my microphone's on It's time to kiss Sharief to perform Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes I'm natural as loaded dice, understand where no man survives, L.A.W. can Transform, I see it ain't even worth ya triggers I'm from the days when B-boys were straight earthin niggas Standin my arms crossed, toss a grenade rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade You better cos your dome piece blown Release chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin Some I slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows Crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, so sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit Doin infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit When I crush your lungs, I keep my pace uptempo Swingin my prison rhymes, fuckin mics like a nympho Chorus: Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real hustlas across the world Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real hustlas across the world *repeat to fade* more free lyrics |
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