Hip Hop Heads_ YOUR FAVORITE LYRICS

[chen zhen]

believe me, it is.

now this is funny too

http://www.dpgrecordz.com/gangstaville//showthread.php?s=&threadid=16249

someone posted a poll, about what the reason is that Daz is happy that Suge is in jail. options:

1: daz feels safe now that mr knight is on jail
2: Daz Can Sell Records This Time, Without Any Competition?
3: Daz Now Knows That Kurupt Won't Be Cheating On Him

and Daz replies:
"naw maybe now he can get bacc to fuccin ya momz. sh!t suge been hoggin all the p*ssy since he been out. or maybe he can sticc hiss dicc bacc on ya left row ass niggas mouf. sh!t i know yall tired of succin on santa. yall christmas dicc gone bye bye. fucc it, cum succ on minez. i need soma dat w.w.r.m.
wet warm row mouf!


soopa dicc in ya n fairy christmas you queers"

he goes (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/daz01.jpg)

and he goes (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/dazpaper.jpg)

on dem b!tches

then of course there is this thread which makes no sense at all http://www.dpgrecordz.com/gangstaville//showthread.php?s=&postid=160618#post160618
I think hes high or sumthin

[Kristoffer]

:D

[Kristoffer]

not very common to see an artist who chats with his fans.. that's good.. I guess

[chen zhen]

its not often though. he just drops by to holla, when hes on crack or sumthin. "yo mama", "suge is a b!tch", or "gimme some dope wallpaper" is his usual replies

:rolleyes::p

edit: im gonna check the doggystyle records forums, to see if snoop posts there:D

[Kristoffer]

maybe an artists homepage is the best bet to find some replys.. shiet I dunno

[Former castleva]

Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

:)

[chen zhen]

yeh, he knows where he comes from (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/snoop3.jpg)
but he doesnt. punk-ass b!tch (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/KuruptFingerPP.jpg)
easside!! (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/113-1370_IMG.jpg)
yiiah, da pound is back (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/dazwarreng.jpg)
beware of da pound (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/dagang2.jpg)
badazz (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/badazz1.jpg)
LBC'in it up (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/dagang.jpg)
good ol days.. (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/dazkurupt.jpg)
lonely f*cker (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/DCP06043.jpg)
cash money, boyee (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/fredndazmula.jpg)
lonely f*cker 2, with Y.A. (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/young_assasins.jpg)
hehe, top dogg (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/snoop_243_020612.jpg)
cousins in da studio (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/snoopwarren.jpg)
keepin it gangsta (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/Daz1.jpg)
man u need a haircut (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/snoop19.jpg)
dun f*ck around (http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/dazz.jpg)

[Kristoffer]

God Loves Ugly
by Atmosphere


i wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
i live life like the captain of a sinking ship
the one thing that i can guarantee
i'm like a stepping razor, i suggest you stay fair with me
been payin dues for a decade plus,
before that i was just another face on the bus
tappin my foot, to the beat on the radio
dreamin 'bout the mic and the money and the ladies
oh mom, i promise im gonna be large
someday im gonna stop tryin to borrow your car
gonna go far, with charisma and skill
until they put my face on a million dollar bill
atmosphere, its just a ten letter word
discretion is the name of my cement-feathered bird
and if you didnt hear, **** whatevers heard
i think you got the sickness i suggest you get it cured
caught up in the mix, of a bottle full of fix
im gonna hobble down the street 'til i reach knob creek
its not that i dont like you, i just dont wanna speak
you ****in freak
now keep your days out my week
the world keeps a balance, through mathematics
defined by whatever youve added and subtracted
im pushin on the hammer, to trigger the brain
embrace how i live it, god loves ugly

chorus
god loves ugly...

once upon a time in minneapolis, yo
i **** near had to steal the show
i stepped on the stage, who is it?
my names slug ive come to kill a couple minutes
whats up with the way, that everybody gathers around each other
so they can steal each others sound
if its all about gettin down with the get down
how long i gotta wait for these fools to sit down?
appears more clear in its simplest form
nobody sees tears when youre sittin in a storm
abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest
measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships
i welcome all the hatred you can aim at my name
i held on to the sacred ways of how to play the game
when the soldiers started runnin short on rations
i began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchin
make it happen
and take this captain to the gallows
i keep steerin us into an area thats shallow
talkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worry
he said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury
so give me some light, a little love and some liquid
im gonna creep through the night
and put a plug in the *****et
and when the water grows
and the dam starts to overflow
ill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly

chorus

why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide-screen
let life be a bowl of melted ice cream
or be the deer thats caught in my high beams
im rollin with the lights on, scared stiff
reality is just too much to bear with
paranoid, walkin around careless
no wonder youre in love with your therapist
go to sleep my little time bomb

[Kristoffer]

chen your pics dun work

[chen zhen]

yes they do;)

else u can see them here http://www.geocities.com/dpg_paradise/pictures.html

[Kristoffer]

k.. well I'm on the O.D.B.C now so that might be why

[chen zhen]

quess thats why.

hey, u took your avatar from the forum?:cool:

[Kristoffer]

it's the same ;) ..I saw it on that forum n liked it then I saw it again on some avatar site so I decided to use it. U like it? :D

[chen zhen]

Yes, its very good:)
Not as gangsta as mine tho:cool:

[chen zhen]

http://www.dpgrecordz.com/gangstaville//misc.php?action=getsmilies&s=#

[Kristoffer]

oh yea there they are.. I'll use many of these in the future

[Kristoffer]

http://www.mtv.com/bands/p/news_pimp_feature_091203/

[chen zhen]

http://www.eastsidazonline.com/

[chen zhen]

New great track

"Snitch Niggaz"-Scarface
http://www.deanslist.net/snitch%20nigga.mp3

a diss towards the b!tch rappers in the style of Ja & 50

[Kristoffer]

cool

[chen zhen]

http://www.westsiderap.com/audio-albums-2pacnumixxklassicsalbumsampler.htm

some tracks in wmv format, right-click and "save as"

http://www.wcrydaz.com/media/audio/dpg-what_will_u_do_live.wma
http://www.wcrydaz.com/media/audio/daz-raw_live.wma
http://www.wcrydaz.com/media/audio/dpg-nyny_live.wma

Nate Dogg video:D
http://zemun.ntsys.ca/natedogg/Media/October/One_More_Day.mpg

[Kristoffer]

StarWars Gangsta rap
http://www.nerdie.com/starwars.html

[chen zhen]

that sucked.


dunno if i should put this in the sexy-thread or here..lol
http://fiftycentxpimp.tripod.com/

[Kristoffer]

I know they show that uncensured version after midnight on mtv and a swedish music channel. I like it :D

[chen zhen]

yeh, but that doesnt make beaver-face less gay.

[Kristoffer]

who?

[chen zhen]

50 looks like a beaver.

hey, Pac returned!:D

heres the proof
http://www.rickystevens.com/tupac/

edit: OMG! a whole album downloadable!
http://perso.wanadoo.fr/soopadoopasoopafly/Tha_Eastsidaz-Gang_Bang_Muzic-(PROMO)-2CD-2003-CMS.rar
Zip-file, with more than 25 Eastsidaz tracks!
some find.

edit: the link should be pasted, as the link is cut up for some reason when I post it.

[Kristoffer]

50 looks like a beaver.

LMFAO :D

[Kristoffer]

pac is pretty much dead.. sadly. I don't think he could stay away from making music if he was still alive n hiding. :)

[chen zhen]

download that zip file, ******!

[Kristoffer]

this comes up:
La page est inconnue du serveur des Pages Perso Wanadoo.

Veuillez vérifier l'URL demandée.




not workin

[chen zhen]

try it here then
http://www.dpgrecordz.com/gangstaville//showthread.php?s=&threadid=37252

[Kristoffer]

still don't work :)
Don't worry man, dun matter. I'm dl about 10 tech n9ne tracks now. Most are awsome

[chen zhen]

I downloaded it 5 minutes before I posted it. dunno why this happens. ******.

good sh!t is is though.

[Kristoffer]

hehe

[chen zhen]

??
aint funny dogg:p

[Kristoffer]

he he

[chen zhen]

stop that sh!t, seriously:p

nu lyrics:

Eastsidaz: G'd Up:

( Tray - Dee )
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
Dip 4's and pimp ho's while the indo blow
You know that west coast low mentality
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy
We keep it straight hard but guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
Pick about the thickest b!tch and I gots to hav ha
It's routine the coupe clean let's hit the sho
You know we all f*ckin once they glimpse the po
Wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Cuz it's hatin when your skatin and your pockets is fat
Don't act for a minute like your ass surprised
Just recognize the real way that gangsta's ride

( hook, Snoop )
If it ain't chronic don't blaze it up
And if it ain't a chevy don't raise it up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake the funk
Keep it real motherf*cka stay gansta'd up

( Goldie Loc )
It's goin down motherf*ckaz like dat
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp
And the nockin don't stop
I hope nobody don't call the cops
It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block
Na betta yet cuz dis sh!t'll keep your glock c0cked
You think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullsh!ttin
You betta read up on dis sh!t to keep the latest non - fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis West Coast on mine
And f*ck anybody dissin nigga lissen
Dogg House style cuz I'm a gangsta crip
C - walkin holdin on the extra clip
Now you wanna be a frend
But you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
You wanna go toe to toe
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no

( Butch Cassidy )
I must stay gangsta'd up cuz it just lives in me
And when I seen enuff I guess dats when I'll free sumbody
Once said from willie c. nigga dont speek on me
I wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby

( Snoop Dogg )
I'm a Long Beach East Side mad ass lunatic
Gang bang slap a b!tch nigga out to get a grip
On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know
We still own niggaz who talk b!tch sh!t
Real niggaz feel dis let's get rich
Under the sun with the young 2 ones TLC's and all the DPG's
Down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
It take a hole lot to be Snoop D - O - dub
You gotta put it down and always stay g'd up
All star shoes with the G apparel
If I fall in the club i mite bust a pair of Stacy Adams
You neva catch me lookin Rand;B
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way OG
Blazin a ounce with the homie cat
Or Ruff Dogg cuz i luv puttin huslas on the map
I keep it gangsta for sho do lo
And always got the muthf*ckin do-do smoke
For all my loc's an ken folks dis is for y'all
Let me hit sumthin dogg
Beware of my clique
We hopin and dropin nuthin but the gangsta sh!t

( hook )

( Snoop talkin )
Dogg House sumthin for the 9 - 5 plus for pennies
Tray - Dee, Goldie Loc
My nigga Battlecat on the beat huslas for life
West Side
You can't spell the West without the E - S
Ah yes we connectin y'all
Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em )
And we out ( see ya, see your )

[chen zhen]

hey, great soundclick page I found.

dogg pound live recordings, in mp3 format:

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/1/crookedi2003music.htm

[Kristoffer]

cool.. wonder why they give out so much free stuff? Maybe they just wanna build up more fame than they have now. You heard the dogg pound and G-unit is doing a cd right? They call themself DPG-unit. Should b good

[chen zhen]

they are not doin a cd together. it would say on their website if they did.

btw its not them that are releasing those tracks there, a japanese company released those live tracks and someone just uploaded them on soundclick.

listen to:
-What will U do? (banging westcoast sound)
-RAW
-Deeez nuuts
-New York, New York

[Kristoffer]

k.. maybe it was just a rumour then.

I'll dl them later on. Good found

[chen zhen]

the only thing that has been around was this
http://www.dpgrecordz.com/news/index.php?category=1&id=14
else I dont think they DPG would ever hook up with She-Unit. they try to keep it G'd up, and 50 would never fit into that category.

then there is the Row Killa-movie:
http://www.dpgrecordz.com/news/index.php?category=1&id=44
http://www.dpgrecordz.com/news/index.php?category=1&id=25

:D Im sure this will be da shiznit.

[chen zhen]

lol one funny thread:
http://www.dpgrecordz.com/gangstaville//showthread.php?s=&threadid=37095

ps: Mike Dean is a big musician in the rap business, he does all the tracks for Daz, Scarface, nas, many others. its cool that he posts there, but he can be a b!tch at times.

[chen zhen]

d*mn, Im the master of hook-ups!:eek:

this is a zip-file, it will open all the tracks of kudacris new album, "chicken and beer"

(i dun care much for Ludah, but such a find shouldnt be gone by unnoticed..:o. havent heard any of it.)

[chen zhen]

d*mn b!tch chicked me, it is completely empty..:p

dun bother to download it.

[Kristoffer]

fukkkk I dl 'd it then notced your last post :p

[chen zhen]

what a b!tch, i gotta beachisass on the dpg forum:p

hey funny pic, lol:

[chen zhen]

nice story, from Warren G-interview:
http://www.dpgrecordz.com/gangstaville//showthread.php?s=&threadid=35997

[Kristoffer]

lol at all gangstavilles threads :D
some funny **** there

[SevenStar]

"you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick wit me/
like a Gracie, I choke a ***** out wit his own gi"

Ras Kass

[Kristoffer]

I liked that Seven, what track is that?


GOD COMPLEX by Tech N9ne:
---------------------------------------


And God said let us make man in our image (Tech)
According to our likeness (N9ne)
Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea
over birds of the air, over the cattle, and over all the earth

[Tech N9ne]
Projected image across my soul saying can't (Die)
Many death situations but that ain't (Why)
I got the spirit of an angel mixed with demoniac ways of livin
So this means I'll beat the evil out of a non-believer until praise is given
(But I know)
Torcher is evil though it says in the (Bible)
You got to be righteous spirited for the (Arrival)
I'm righteous and wicked but I wonder (Can I go)
If there's a heaven but on earth it's (Survival)
Connected with angels but to demons (I'm vital)
Approachin with hate oh yes it's (****cidal)
Like denouncing Selena at (Cinco de Mayo)
Certain death (Oh no) Oh no

I'm on the road to heaven and hell
Don't even bother me ever since eleven and twelve
I've been that prodigy though life has never been swell
Somewhere there's gotta be where a good samaratin prevails
But they get straight sodomy
So I learned the ways of man
Grands
Fillin my pants
Gun in my hand
For the demons on the land
On the other hand I really am
An-ghellic
I ain't got to stress if you can't tell it
Look into my eyes
No surprise
I'm half cupid half relic (Cha cha)
He who treads the path of the best is also he who sins are repentable
But if you ever, ever ever ever hurt a God then we gotta do away with the
genitals
Don't ever do somethin you'll regret
Do away with all these goody goody law abiding motha****as and let there be
Tech nigga

[Hook 1]
If anybody say '**** me'
Everybody say '**** you'
Cause they know my ****'s pure
Soul serving and plus true
If anybody say '**** me'
Everybody say '**** you'
Odd one Tech got that God Complex

[Hook 2] - 2x
Get on your knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray til they decay
The ones who hate everyday
But how long? (Must we flash and pop)
How long? (Must we show demons we can't be stopped)

[Tech N9ne]
(Can they **** wit chu?) No
(Their brain frames are too) Slow
(The villian will kill em with new) Flow
(If ya hatin me this is for you) Blow

I've been too humble wit y'all niggas
Time to rumble wit y'all niggas
Me and Don Juan forever we gettin figures
Me and the Rouge Dawgs are kickin it gettin richer
All these fools thinkin they gonna stop me

I'm about to make us a million just watch me
Everybody thinkin they heated but they sloppy
Nigga, that's why you never be sellin copies

(I will) Rise above all of you regardless of (My skrill)
That ain't got **** to do with Tecca the (N9ne skill)
Bust on you rapper cats and proceed to (Make mill 5-6 Vill)

I be seein em down at Mardi Gras gettin flows off
Everything gettin showed off
Not me, tryin to mock me on record head gettin blowed off
Freestyle I admire
But every week you givin away fire
Your rappers license expired
Leavin nothin to be desired
Oh God Bless this particular rapper in K.C
No matter how hard you try, you can't **** with me
First, learn how to do choruses then try to get people to trust you
If anybody say '**** me' everybody say '**** you'

[Hook 2] - 2x
Get on your knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray til they decay
The ones who hate everyday
But how long? (Must we flash and pop)
How long? (Must we show demons we can't be stopped)

[Tech N9ne]
If I offended you in any way (Maybe the shoe fits)
Either that or you just plenty gay (If you're like me)
You don't give a **** you're just enjoyin the flow
To all the people who were offended
I'm about to offend you some mo'
Is God
White, brown, green, red, or even blue?
Is he American, Arabic, Mexican, or even Jew?
Everybody wanna be the special and wanna be the chosen few
Everybody wanna be but they gonna be through
Til you do right by me, everything that you do is gonna be wack
Eveything you built is bout to crack
Everything you did to me is comin back
No where to scat
And I say that
Cause I know Jesus Christ and God is black
And they comin back nigga!

Jeah! Nigga
Like I said, me and Don Juan
Best mother****in rapper, best mother****in producer
Globally, in Kansas City wherever nigga
And all y'all haters, remeber this!

[Hook 1]
If anybody say '**** me'
Everybody say '**** you'
Cause they know my ****'s pure
Soul serving and plus true
If anybody say '**** me'
Everybody say '**** you'
Odd one Tech got that God Complex

[Hook 2] - 2x
Get on your knees and pray
If you step in our way
Cause we spray til they decay
The ones who hate everyday
But how long? (Must we flash and pop)
How long? (Must we show demons we can't be stopped)

[chen zhen]

FUNNY LYRICS>>

"Your Gyrlfriend"-Kurupt

(Girl)
Yeah right, I ain't no motha f*cking hoe
My home girl a hoe
Sh!t nigga, I got my own sh!t
And I'm tryin to get up on your mind nigga but sh!t. . .

(Kurupt)
Just another day sunny C-A-L, try to pass and tell,
I knew it was your b!tch by the way her p*ssy smell,
But whats this?
This nigga actin just like the b!tch,
Cause he like the b!tch,
He just like the b!tch,
Your girl ain't nothing but a b!tch leavin messages on all on nigga's service,
You actin jus like the hoe,
Actin' like he don't know,
The all-mighty, ball-blowing, like jaws a lil lower.
You hit the spot?
Perfect b!tch,
Ever seen your b!tch when she slurp on d!cks?
With that birth mark right on her upper thigh,
With a mouth like that I don't sympathize,
She do things with her mouth you gotta see wit your own two eyes b!tch nigga
actin surprised,
See Daz beat the c0ck,
But you love the b!tch,
See be eatin d!cks and you kissin the b!tch,

(Corus [Daz])
You know. . .that I know. . .That your gyrlfriend, is a hoe,
I know. . .that you know. . .That your gyrlfriend, is my hoe.

(Kurupt)
I want it blow,
Get it on.
Drop 6-6 on 5 hoes nigga its on.
Cadillac domes,
Magnum and chromes,
Put it, strap it on,
Dont take it off more than 3 days it'll (??)
Get the whole tip of your d!ck burned off,
F*ck around with that b!tch of yours,
She's no different from the rest of the wh0res.
Might be nasty, unclassy, sassy, untrustworthy plastic b!tch.
And you got the nerve to fall in love with the b!tch,
And actin' like your ballin Captain Fall In Love With a B!tch,
Now you know about the girl that you chose to love,
Chillin with the homies, buyin' sacks from K-Dubb.
Smokin' up, chokin' up, payin for the smokin up.
In the cut, take this game and start soakin up.
Hookin' up with Jesus what I see,
While Daz takin' your b!tch upstairs I be,
Waitin' to f*ck the b!tch my goddam self,
with 18 rubbers, cause your b!tch is hazardes to my health.
and you know, like I know, that your trick ass, skanky ass b!tch is a hoe

Chorus

(Daz)
Any Nigga can get the pussie, (yeah right)
All it takes is some time, (yeah that's right!)
You can hit it like you want it, (UHhhh)
Hit up or from behind.

(Girl)
You aint stickin that big d!ck up in my ass uh-uh, that sh!t looks ferousis.
oh I'm straight nigga. Pelase Be-weave-it

(Kurupt)
Shut the f*ck up b!tch,
Eat a d!ck b!tch,
Eat a bowl of sh!t b!tch,
Munch on a mouthful of balls, in halls and malls
Just shut the f*ck up b!tch and work your jaws.
Take a pill b!tch, chill b!tch.
Jerk your jaws,
Eat the pussie in then work the walls.
I seen that nigga last week it's like this,
What a hoe ass nigga, he still in love wit the b!tch.

Chorus x 2 1/4

BEITCH!!!! (F*ck You)

[chen zhen]

lol never saw a thread wit that many members replying, WITH THE EXACT SAME AVATAR, lol:
http://www.dpgrecordz.com/gangstaville//showthread.php?s=&threadid=37402

[Kristoffer]

LOL

[Kristoffer]

What's banging right now? Here,, it's Dead Prez --be healthy

[Kristoffer]

Be Healthy
By Dead Prez

It’s all love . . .

I don’t eat no meat, no dairy, no sweets
Only ripe vegetables, fresh fruit and whole wheat
I’m from the old school, my household smell like soul food, bro
Curried falafel, barbecued tofu
No fish though, no candy bars, no cigarettes
Only ganja and fresh-squeezed juice from oranges
Exercising daily to stay healthy
And I rarely drink water out the tap, cause it’s filthy

Lentil soup is mental fruit
And ginger root is good for the yout’
Fresh veg-e-table with the mayatl stew
Sweet yam fries with the green calalloo
Careful how you season and prepare your foods
Cause you don’t wanna lose vitamins and miner-ules
And that’s the jewel
Life brings life, it’s valuable, so I eat what comes
From the ground, it’s natural
Let your food be your medicine (uh huh)
No excederin (uh uh)
Strictly herb, generate in the sun, cause I got melanin
And drink water, eight glasses a day
Cause that’s what they say

They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy
My goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy
Cause true wealth comes from good health, and wise ways
We got to start taking better care of ourselves

They say you are what you eat, so I strive to be healthy
My goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy
Cause true wealth comes from good health, and wise ways
We got to start taking better care of ourselves, be
Healthy y’all . . .

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold the **** up, yo
We’ll take this little intermission, listen what the
**** we gotta say, y’know?
Word is bond son, niggaz been livin fat for too long, knowamsayin?
Smokin bogeys, ****in drinkin all types of ****
Wailin out, not givin a **** what they puttin in they
Bodies, son, knowamsayin?
‘bout time niggaz start thinkin about that ****, son, knowamsayin?
That **** is ****in, makin us deteriorate, son
Word up, we gotta care bout our little babies an ****, son
Niggaz got kids to raise, straight up
Ya gotta start learnin yo self, learning bout ya health, son
Learnin this world we live in, kid, knowamsayin?
It’s time to start changin all that **** god, word up
So I’m gonna leave y’all niggaz on some **** like that, ya knowamean?
Word up, y’all niggaz better start usin y’all minds an
****, kid
Peace

[chen zhen]

Kurupt: On, Onsite feat. Lil 1/2 Dead

before: Ice Cube: Supreme Hustle

Coming up: Trouble Funk: Pump me up (ol school:p)

edit: can u go on msn later tonight? i wanna ask about d/l u know.

[Kristoffer]

Of corz. I come home about 22.00. Hey u can write me a list of tracks n I'll get started

[Kristoffer]

/btw Kazaa aint all that. So some might b hard to find but I'll search for em all

[chen zhen]

How many should there be? I dont wanna bother u with too many tracks. coz its a couple' albums I wanna get my hands on, and they are not available in DK.

[chen zhen]

Hail Mary Lyrics-Makavelli

{Makaveli}
Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uhh, feel me!
And God said he should send his one begotten son
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh

{Chorus: Makaveli}

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

{Makaveli}
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin p*ssy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin
Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin
Now pay attention, rest in peace father
I'm a ghost in these killin fields
Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
The solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupted, f*cked in this sh!t
Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this sh!t, plus
Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
F*ck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary

{Chorus 2X}

{Makaveli}
Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes
Never realize the precious time the b!tch niggaz is wastin
Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin
Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store
That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?
Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you
On a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs
We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs
To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid
Raise hell to this real sh!t, and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga

{Chorus 2X}

{Kastro}
They got a APB, out on my Thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai
Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by
Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs

{Young Noble}
Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy
Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherf*cker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
On the regular mashin in a stolen black Ac Integ - ra
c0cked back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt
Needin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
Hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up

{Kastro}
If it's on then it's on, we break beat - breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To this sh!t I don't got, be the sh!t I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we break beat - breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To this sh!t I don't got, be the sh!t I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

{Chorus (repeats in background)}

{Prince Ital}
We've been traveling on this wayward road
Long time til I be take a 'eavy load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary
We won't worry everyting will come real
Free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry everyting will come real
Yes we free like the bird in the tree
We runnin from the penetentiary
This is the time for we liberty
Hail Mary, Hail Mary

{Makaveli}
Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

[Kristoffer]

**** man.. can't find any of the tracks on either of em :( Sorry
MAybe they'r too new

[chen zhen]

OK, fine man. thanks for trying.

"dillinger & young gotti" is 2-3 years old though.

But I bet u could find the "The Chronic" album, Dr Dre. that is pretty well-known tracks. and I need those.
:)

[Kristoffer]

pretty sure of it :)

[chen zhen]

cool man.

hey check this pic

http://www.tupacfans.com/images/shootings/ny1.jpg

and read this, pretty funny lol
http://www.tupacfans.com/alive.php

[Kristoffer]

I wish he was alive.. Came back and ripped everyone apart with new music. If he's alive he probebly lives in Europe somewhere

[chen zhen]

it gets very cryptical in the bottom..:eek: if u read it. the Machiavelli stuff is great too, i have thought of reading his works as well.

hey also check this info from the site:

"According to Daz Dillinger, Tupac made about 700 songs (!!!) at Death Row Records which have not been released yet.

Daz Dillinger himself did more than 120 songs with Tupac. So seven albums or more could be made which only have songs with Daz and Tupac."

:)

[Kristoffer]

Shiiiit **** I hope they release all the good stuff. The more I read at that site the more I beleive he's breathing :D

[Kristoffer]

50 Cent and Snoop Dogg unite to form rap supergroup DPG-Unit

Yo I told ya! Lookie here http://www.raphq.com/
go to 50 cent fans

[chen zhen]

its all speculation, like wit Elvis & sh!t.

and I doubt about the 700 unreleased songs being true, Daz talks lotsa sh!t. Once he called Pac's moma a b!tch..

But the Daz+Tupac tracks are for real. u can hear & d/l some here:

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/makavelidazdillingerdontgotosleepmusic.htm

[Kristoffer]

most rappers talks alotta ****.. But I remember seeing a pic of his autopsy. But on that site it claims there was no autopsy...
someones lying. Puffy's guilty

[chen zhen]

Like puffy could do sh!t, lol

[Kristoffer]

corz he could. anyone with money could pull off that simple ****. Just think how easy it is to get a gun here, imagine in the states.. then add to that pac dissed just about everybody :) he wern't that liked

[Kristoffer]

BTW found a really great track by dead prez. Way 4 Life
It's about martial arts! ****ing great.. can't find the lyrics online........ ****

[chen zhen]

try anyway.

and now, for an old classic...;)

:

California love!

[1]-California...knows how to
party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the
citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it
rockin! We keep it rockin!

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Now let me
welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like
Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest
for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass
hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be
on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin
fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys
was wearin sassoons
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds
shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay

Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel
the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-I-A
[repeat
1]

[2]-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it
baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it
baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it...

[Verse Two:
Tupac]

Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I
stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and
alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where
we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies
(that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we
program worldwide
Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grands
Bumpin
and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow
down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre

Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
[rpt 1]

[dre] now make it shake...

[rpt
2]

[Outro: Dre, Tupac]

uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha
house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko,
Frisko
[Tupac] hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood
tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, Sacramento where ya at?
yeah

Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best
side

yeah, That's riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California
Love
California Love

[Shaolin-Do]

Dead prez is great.
Tupac was a lyrical genious.
Id like to stomp on 50-cent's neck.
Snoop dogg sold the f*ck out a long time ago, but hes a big f*ckin stoner with his own line of blunt wraps, so its cool.
I listen to underground sh!t.
;)

[chen zhen]

I totally agree wit pac, snoop, and 50 (id like to do worse thing with him:eek: )

what underground do u hear?

[Former castleva]

REM


Its The End Of The World As We Know It(And I Feel Fine)


That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an
aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to
yourself churn - world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own
needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder
structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a fire,
represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site.
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your
neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that
low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but
it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in
the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light,
feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and
burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book
burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel
crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer
clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me
solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St.
Edelite. Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic,
patriotic, slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...

[chen zhen]

Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Daz, Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Warren G
Album: The Chronic
Song: Deeez Nuuuts

{*dial tone, then numbers being dialed*}

[Warren G]
Let me call this old b!tch, see what this b!tch doin
{*mumbling*} Call this b!tch, raggedy-ass, sh!t man

[Some Gal] Hello?
[Warren G] Whassup?!
[Some Gal] Nothin, whatchu doin?
[Warren G] Nuttin, just kickin it
[Some Gal] Are y'all done?
[Warren G] Nah, whatchu gon' do today?
[Some Gal] Umm.. pick up my stuff from the cleaners
[Some Gal] Might go get my nails done
[Warren G] Seriously
[Some Gal] Why whassup?
[Warren G] Ay did did did whats-a-name done get at you yesterday?
[Some Gal] Who?
[Warren G] {*singing*} Deeez nuuuts!
[Some Gal] Aw shut up nigga!

[comedy skit]
"I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin on the walls, what did I have honey?"
I said, "Darling you'd have some walnuts."
She said, "Well.. daddy if I had some nuts
on my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell yes!"
She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin
would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no b!tch you'd have a d!ck in your mouth!" {*echoes*}

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] Check game from the no-torious Compton G

[Dr. Dre]
Back with some sh!t that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherf*cker, clownin an' sh!t
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass b!tch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack

[Snoop]
So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherf*ckers a blast from the past

[Daz]
Diggity Daz out of the cut with some sh!t that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin static with Dre, make way for the AK
that I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he, not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin in my kahki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
God d@mn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
on top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

[Snoop]
But could you raise up off his nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip sh!t up

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

[Dr. Dre]
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get they strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass sh!t by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta sh!t (BE-OTCH!)
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em

[Snoop]
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G

[Nate Dogg]
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf*ckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf*ckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf*ckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf*ckin street
I heard you wanna f*ck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherf*ckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna f*ck with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherf*ckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row

I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf*ckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf*ckin street...

[Kristoffer]

I like 50. Before he came all rappers acted like pussis, now all is actin like they gangsta and all they do is shoot up ppl up all day. There's a reason no other than Jarule have dissed him, all others are afraid too. Ja have to bite back coz of all the **** they threw at him. (that and his a x head, read: burnt braincells)

If there's anyone I'd like to see go down it's ja

[Shaolin-Do]

Underground/old school that I like....
Zion Eye
Dialated Peoples
EyeDeas and Abilities
Tribe called Quest
Aesop Rock
Arrested Development
R.A. The rugged man
AZ
Assassin
Binary Star
Blackalicious
Cali Agents
Common
Company Flow
CunninLynguists
Any Definitive Jux
Digable Planets
Dynamic Syncopation
El-P
Grouch
Aceyalone
Gravediggaz
High and Mighty
Infesticons
Jedi Mind Tricks
Mos Def
Talib Kweli (neither of those 2 are quite so underground anymore)
The Pharcyde
Quannum MC's
Restiform Bodies
Souls of Mischief
Gangstarr
Spearhead
The roots(Not so underground anymore either)

And of course Outkast, Dead Prez, Tupac, Biggie, Bone, Do or Die... ect...
:)

[Kristoffer]

cool :)
Blackalicious is ****ing great

[chen zhen]

great rap music-videos:
http://www.dre2001.com/video.html

some ol-school (classic videos), some newer (from 2001 album)

[chen zhen]

I like 50. Before he came all rappers acted like pussis, now all is actin like they gangsta and all they do is shoot up ppl up all day. There's a reason no other than Jarule have dissed him, all others are afraid too. Ja have to bite back coz of all the **** they threw at him. (that and his a x head, read: burnt braincells)

omg I cant believe u said that. first of all, 50 was never "gangsta", and his image doesnt show him of being one. second, i dont think the other rappers are trying to be wannabes of some pansy newcomer, its simply not worth it with that kid, lol. and REALLY i dont think peebs are AFRAID of him, rofl.

and most importantly: hes not a good rapper, he just got no skill at all. he doesnt rap, he mumbles and lisps into the mic. and if u ever heard him live, then omg its just horrible.

hell if I had Dre in my back, backing me with cash, PR, and catchy beats, even I would get as big as 50.

[Kristoffer]

I dunno what you think is gangsta but havin a grandma who's a crack head who helps you deal the **** and then being shot 9 times for it is pretty gangsta. The guy doing the shooting got killed. And I dunno but I thought his whole image is based on 'macho gangsta ****' (wich is silly if u ask me. I don't like rappers who claim to be thugs. Not even 2pac. I like him coz he's a good rapper/his tracks not the way he acted) posing on covers with bulletproof wests and guns etc...

And of corz theres ppl afraid of him. **** if you were rich n packing heat everywhere you go I'd b afraid of you too. You don't think punk ass Ja is scared ****less of him? :)

whatever, and I can agree. He aint all that good rapper. I've come to like him though, I hope he gets more good beats from dre in the future.

[chen zhen]

if its all about the beats, then he cant claim the succes to himself, can he?:)

just look at the "welcome to tha chuuch" mixtape, nearly all the tracks were taken from eastcoast artists, like freeway, jay-z, beanie sigel, and even r&b artists. but after the DPGC crew rapped over the beats, then how tyte wasnt it then?
:eek:

u gotta have skill man. but please tell me what it is u like about him, and then maybe i can see beaverface from another angle..:p

edit: new track from new Warren G album, he doesnt appear on it though:
http://www.westcoast2k.net/mm/wc2k/Warren_G_-_Lets_Go.rm
dunno how good it is, i just found it.

[Kristoffer]

No your right, if a better rapper had those beats they would be even greater. :)
Not sure what it is I like bout him.. I sorta likes that slow mumbeling voice spitting out as obscure **** as possible on every track. But anyways the ones I listen mostly to now is dead prez, I have re-discovered them so to speak..

[chen zhen]

not even the beats were that good.. some where catchy, like "in da club" and such, but else.. average sh!t.

btw i found this on mp3.com..a Fatman Scoop/DMX mix:D
http://play.mp3.com/cgi-bin/play/play.cgi/AAIBQu6zJQDABG5vcm1QBAAAAFJTuAUAUQEAAABDS4E9PgDvox 624gDb8jKtWlK61kc-/Dmx_VS_Fatman_Scoop__C.m3u?refer=http%3A//artists.mp3s.com/artists/374/getzo.html&js=1&brwsk=ie.m3u

[Kristoffer]

cool, but that site ses I need to b member n ****

[chen zhen]

oh ye i forgot..:confused:

[Kristoffer]

lol
pimpin

[Kristoffer]

http://dynamic4.gamespy.com/~shenmuedojo/forum/files/tupac.jpg

[chen zhen]

how could u see it? it didnt load fully because of bad connection:confused:

[Kristoffer]

it did? k.. well here it is

[chen zhen]

no I meant my pic

but yours did too, i found out. i seen it before.

http://www.nakamaru1.com/snoop.stides.jpg

[Kristoffer]

oh k

[Kristoffer]

Can't Tuch This
by MC Hammer


Can't touch this (x2)
Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)

My-my-my-my music hits me so hard makes me say oh my Lord
Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet
It feels good when you know you're down
A superdope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat uh u can't touch

I told you homeboy u can't touch this
Yeah that's how we're livin' and you know u can't touch this
Look in my eyes man u can't touch this
You know let me bust the funky lyrics u can't touch this

Fresh new kicks and pants
You got it like that now you know you wanna dance
So move out of your seat
And get a fly girl and catch this beat
While it's rollin' hold on pump a little bit
And let me know it's going on like that like that
Cold on a mission so pull on back
Let 'em know that you're too much
And this is a beat uh u can't touch

Yo I told you u can't touch this
Why you standing there man u can't touch this
Yo sound the bells school is in sucker u can't touch this

Give me a song or rhythm
Making 'em sweat that's what I'm giving 'em
Now they know when you talk about the Hammer
You talk about a show that's hyped and tight
Singers are sweatin' so pass them a mic
Or a tape to learn what it's gonna take
And now he's gonna burn
The charts legit either work hard
Or you might as well quit

That's word because you know
U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)
Break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh) (x4)
Stop Hammer time

Go with the flow in a spin if you can't move to this
Then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust throught the moves run your fingers through your hair
This is it for a winner
Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
Move slide your rump
Just for a minute let's all do the bump
Bump bump bump yeah

U can't touch this
Look man u can't touch this
You'll probably get hyped boy
'Cause you know you can't u can't touch this
Ring the bell school's back in break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (x4)
Stop Hammer time
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)
(Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can't touch this (x3)
(Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) break it down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (x2)
Stop Hammer time

Every time you see me that Hammer's just so hype
I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this
With others makin' records that just don't hit
I toured around the world from London to the BAY
It's Hammer go Hammer
mc hammer yo hammer and the rest can go and play

U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2)
U can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
Yeah u can't touch this
I told you u can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh)
Too hype can't touch this
Get me outta here u can't touch this
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

[Kristoffer]

Baby Got Back
by Sir Mix-A-Lot


Girl]
Oh my god, Becky, look at her butt
It's is so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
But, uh, you know, who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her
because she looks like a total prostitute, ok?
I mean her butt
It's just so big
I can't believe it's just so round
It's, like, out there
I mean, gross
Look, she's just so black

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so *****
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz
Well use me, use me, cuz you ain't that average groupy

I've seen her dancin'
To hell with romancin'
She’s sweat, wet, got it goin' like a turbo vet

I'm tired of magazines
saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back, so...

Fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Tell them to shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it,
shake that healthy butt
Baby got back

(LA face with the Oakland booty)
Baby got back
(LA face with the Oakland booty)

I like ‘em round and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And ugh, double ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
Cuz silicone parts are made for toys
I want ‘em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knock-kneed bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna uh
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin on
A lot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the freak **** on

So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
Do you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

Baby got back

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo ain’t got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36 ha ha
Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
and tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain't it Miss Thang
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you want a triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back

baby got back

[Kristoffer]

Bodisattva Vow
by Beastie Boys


As I develop the awakening mind
I praise the buddahs as they shine
I bow before you as I travel my path
To join your ranks, I make my full time task
For the sake of all beings I seek
The enlightened mind that I know I'll reap
Respect to Shantideva and all the others
Who brought down the dhrama for sisters and brothers
I give thanks for this world as a place to learn
And for this human body I'm glad to have earned
And my deepest thanks to all sentient beings
For without them there would be no place to learn what I'm seeing
There's nothing here thats not been said before
But I put it down now so thet I'll be sure
to solidyfy my own views
And I'll be glad anyone else out too
If others disrespect me or give my flack
I'll stop and think before I react
Knowing that they're going through insecure stages
I'll take the opportunity to exercise patience
I'll see it as a chance to help the other person
Nip it in the bud before it get worsen
I see it as a chance for me to be strong and sure
As i think on the Buddhas who have come before
As I praise and respect the good they've done
knowing only love can conquer hate in every situation
We need other people in order to create
The circumstances for the learning that were here to generate
situationes that bring up our deepest pears
So that we can workto release them until they've cleared
Therefore, it only make sence
To thank our enemies despite their intent

The Bodishottva path is one of power and strength
A stength from within ti go the length
Seeing others are as important as myself
I strive fore a happiness of mental wealth
With the interconectedness that we share as one
Every action that we take affects everyone
So in deciding for what a situation calls
there is a path for the good for all
I try to make my every action for that highest good
With the altruistic wish to achive buddahood
So i pledge here before everyone who's listening to try to make
my every action for the good of all beings
For the rest of my lifetimes and
even beyond i vow to do my best to do no harm
And in times of doubt i can think on the dhrama
and the enlightened ones who've garduated Samsara

[chen zhen]

rare 2pac tracks ready for download:
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/7/makavelidazdillingerdontgotosleepmusic.htm

and other 2pac tracks:
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/1/makavellifan7music.htm

[Kristoffer]

cool

[ZIM]

De clunibus magnis amandis oratio
Mixaloti equitis

mehercle!
(By Hercules!)
Rebecca, ecce! tantae clunes isti sunt!
(Rebecca, behold! Such large buttocks she has!)

amica esse videtur istorum hominum rhythmicorum.
(She appears to be a girlfriend of one of those rhythmic-oration people.)
sed, ut scis,
(But, as you know)
quis homines huiusmodi intellegere potest?
(Who can understand persons of this sort?)
colloquuntur equidem cum ista eo tantum, quod scortum perfectum esse videtur.
(Verily, they converse with her for this reason only, namely, that she appears to be a complete *****.)
clunes, aio, maiores esse!
(Her buttocks, I say, are rather large!)
nec possum credere quam rotondae sint.
(Nor am I able to believe how round they are.)
en! quam exstant! nonne piget te earum?
(Lo! How they stand forth! Do they not disgust you?)
ecce mulier Aethiops!
(Behold the black woman!)

magnae clunes mihi placent, nec possum de hac re mentiri.
(Large buttocks are pleasing to me, nor am I able to lie concerning this matter.)
quis enim, consortes mei, non fateatur,
(For who, colleagues, would not admit,)
cum puella incedit minore medio corpore
(Whenever a girl comes by with a rather small middle part of the body)
sub quo manifestus globus, inflammare animos
(Beneath which is an obvious spherical mass, that it inflames the spirits)
virtute praestare ut velitis, notantes bracas eius
(So that you want to be conspicuous for manly virtue, noticing her breeches)
clunibus profunde ****as esse
(Have been deeply stuffed with buttock?)
a! captus sum, nec desinere intueri possum.
(Alas! I am captured, nor am I able to desist from gazing.)
o dominola mea, volo tecum congredi
(My dear lady, I want to come together with you)
pingereque picturam tui.
(And make a picture of you.)
familiares mei me monebant
(My companions were trying to warn me)
sed clunes istae libidinem in me concitant.
(But those buttocks of yours arouse lust in me.)
o! cutis rugosa glabraque!
(O skin wrinkled and smooth!)
dixistine te in meum vehiculum intrare velle?
(Did you say you wish to enter my vehicle?)
in arbitrio tuo totus veni
(I am entirely at your disposal)
quia non es mediocris adsecula.
(Because you are not an average hanger-on.)
vidi illam saltantem.
(I have seen her dancing.)
obliviscere igitur blanditiarum!
(Forget, therefore, about blandishments!)
tantus sudor! tantus umor!
(Such sweat! Such moisture!)
vehor quasi in curru quadrigarum!
(I am borne along as if by a four-horse chariot!)
taedet me in diurnis legendi
(I am tired of reading in the gazettes)
planas clunes gratiores iudicari.
(That flat buttocks are judged more pleasing.)
rogate quoslibet Aethiopes: responsum erit
(Ask any black men you wish: the answer will be)
se libentius expletiores anteponere.
(Rather that they prefer fuller ones.)
o consortes (quid est?) o consortes (quid est?)
(O colleagues [What is it?] O colleagues [What is it?])
habent amicae vestrae magnas clunes? (certe habent!)
(Do your girlfriends have large buttocks? [They certainly have!])
hortamini igitur ut eas quatiant (ut quatiant!)
(Encourage them therefore to shake them! [To shake them!])
ut quatiant! (ut quatiant!)
(To shake them! [To shake them!)
ut quatiant illas clunes sanas!
(To shake those healthy buttocks!)
domina mea exstat a tergo!
(My mistress stands out behind!)

[Etc.]

[Kristoffer]

awsome :D
Gonna try find this, pretty funny

"habent amicae vestrae magnas clunes? (certe habent!)"

lol

[ZIM]

it came from here. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/quislibet/164084.html)

magnae clunes mihi placent, nec possum de hac re mentiri.

(Large buttocks are pleasing to me, nor am I able to lie concerning this matter.)

I should use that for a sig! :D

[chen zhen]

George Cluney

:D^

[Kristoffer]

:)

[chen zhen]

another classic:

Warren G & Nate Dogg: Regulate
from: Regulate, G funk era

G:
Regulators
We regulate any stealing of his property
And we d@mn good too
But you can’t be any geek off the street,
Gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep!
Regulators!!! mount up!

G:
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren g was on the streets, trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
Just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone

Nate:
Just hit the eastside of the lbc
On a mission trying to find mr. warren g.
Seen a car full of girls ain’t no need to tweak
All you skirts know what’s up with 213

G:
So I hooks a left on the 21 and lewis
Some brothas shootin dice so I said "let’s do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said "what’s up? "
Some brothas pulled some gats so I said "i’m stuck."

Nate:
Since these girls peepin me i’ma glide and swerve
These hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb
Won’tcha think of better things than some h0rny tricks
I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix

G:
I’m gettin jacked, I’m breakin myself
I can’t believe they taking warren’s wealth
They took my rings, they took my rolex
I looked at the brotha said "d@mn, what’s next? "

Nate:
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain’t none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down

G:
They got guns to my head
I think I’m going down
I can’t believe this happenin in my own town
If I had wings I could fly
Let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey nate

Nate:
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin and yellin
It’s a tad bit late
Nate dogg and warren g had to regulate

I laid all them busters down
I let my gat explode
Now I’m switching my mind back into freak mode
If you want skirts sit back and observe
I just left a gang of those over there on the curb

G:
Now nate got the freaks
And that’s a known fact
Before I got jacked I was on the same track
Back up back up cause it’s on
N a t e and me
The warren to the g

Nate:
Just like I thought
They were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
The nate dogg and the g-child
Were in need of something else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said "ooo I like your size."
She said "my car’s broke down and you seem real nice,
Would ya let me ride? "
I got a car full of girls and it’s going real swell
The next stop is the eastside motel

G:
I’m tweaking
Into a whole new era
G-funk
Step to this
I dare ya
Funk
On a whole new level

Nate:
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble

G:
Chords
Strings
We brings
Melody
G-funk
Where rhythm is life
And life is rhythm

Nate:
If you know like I know
You don’t wanna step to this
It’s the g-funk era
Funked out with a gangsta twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you high like everyday
And if your ass is a buster
213 will regulate

[Kristoffer]

IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE feat. DIABOLIC - HIDDEN TRACK

[Immortal Technique]
Oh, you mother****ers thought it was over, huh? But it's not
You didn't count on a fallen angel gettin' back into the grace of God and comin' after you
Y'all ni**as ain't ****; your producers ain't ****; your ****in' A&R ain't ****
I'll ****in' wipe my ass with your demo deal
Yo, Diabolic, take this mother****er's head off!

[Diabolic]
Go ahead and grip glocks; I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip-lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your brains and holla back
Can't freestyle; you're screwed off the top, like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm overheatin' your receivin' circuits
by unleashin' deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeats the purpose,
like President Bush takin' bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what y'all fathom - I **** on cats and jaw tap ‘em
Show no compassion like havin' a straight-faced orgasm
Tour jack ‘em, have his half-a-ten ***** suck my friend's ****
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreadin' cancer plague
This ****in' a *****'s face, holdin' a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin', ***got, you're less than nothin'
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

[Immortal Technique]
You mother****ers are nothin', you cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet huntin' you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
to split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique will destroy your religion, you stupid *****
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm 'bout to blow up like Nasa Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time itself, I'm gunna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you - **** usin' a chrome piece
I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinkin' of dissin' me
And then I'll use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This public democracy brainwashed your psychology
So you're nothin' like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more ***gots than Greek mythology
Usin' numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven
produces more digits than 22 divided by 7
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you not a mother****in' thug yet
Your mind is empty and spacious, like the part of the brain
that appreciates culture in a racist
Face it, you too basic, you're never gonna make it,
like children walking through Antarctica, butt naked

[chen zhen]

The true Gz:

[Kristoffer]

:D

afro man

[chen zhen]

:D
and Nate looks like snoops b!tch, and Daz&Kurupt looks like they have sniffed something and are ready to beat the crap otta someone:cool:

[Kristoffer]

look pretty stoned

[CaptinPickAxe]

" you won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash,
you won't be laughing when the bus drags you brothers flag to rags, you won't be laughing when you front yard is covered with epitaphs" -Aesop Rock

"I said I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed, so I triple knotted em' and forgot 'em" -Aesop Rock

"Its Honor, and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from Heritage" -Aesop Rock

"You have no choice to act like the scare crow and give me brains"
-Vakill

"I put the needle to the record not the needle to the vein, simple and plain. I aim with two hands and confidence...I aim with two hands."- Evidence

"From a Head fulla pressure rest the sences that I clutch. Mad a date with devinity but she wouldn't let me f*ck. I got touched by a hazy shade, but god helped me change. Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins" -Atmosphere

"Lifes not a B!tch. Lifes a beautiful woman. You just call her a B!tch cause she wouldn't let you get that P*ssy." -Aesop Rock

[Kristoffer]

Atmosphere rocks

[chen zhen]

great sire with rare tracks & music videos, check it out:
http://ghettofunk.free.fr/medias.htm

[CaptinPickAxe]

What does the Europe crew listen to? Ya'll like the underground sh!t or the ol' school west coast gangster rap? Elevated or Simple? 2pac or Biggie?

[chen zhen]

I prefer the west, straight up. ol school and certain of the artists who still keeps it real.

and then of course certain talented eastcoasters, like the Wu clan, NaS, Rakim..

but if u ask about europe in general, then its the same pop rap BS as u listen to over there.:) (except me & the crew here of course)

[Kristoffer]

I listen to alotta swedish rap. American artists... there's to many to name. I don't can't say I listen to mostly east or westcoasters I listen to all I think is good. I had a brief period two years ago I listened to mostly underground stuff like Unsung Heroes, Atmosphere, deltron etc. But now it's different.
dead prez, J5, eminem, nas, 50 cent, tech n9ne, ursula rucker (more poet than rapper though), The Roots, public enemy


2pac or Biggie?

Pac!! :D

[Kristoffer]

Dance
by Nas


One more time, one more time
Huh, one more time, huh
One more time

I dream of the day I could go back to when I was born
Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom
Wish you the pid
Just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone
I wouldn't be rapping this song
I'd be happy driving up to your 8 bed room mansion
Ablade, laughing bout the hard time we faced
The galaxy is so enchanting beyond, Galileo's understanding
Past the milky way and all the planets
There's something out there greater
But only god knows, scientist claim we came from apes
But they lies though, that was part of our conversation
I spark went up a star blazing
Thinking of how amazing she was
A angel gave me love
I'm thankful, to ever know a women so real
I pray when I marry my wife'll have one of your skillz
But mom you could never be replaced
I'd give my life up
Just to see you one more day
To have...

[Chorus]

One more dance with you mama
If I could only have
One more dance with you mama
Praying, wish that I could have
One more dance with you mama
If I could only have
One more dance with you mama

I wish you were here,
I miss you more each second I breathe
You resting in peace forever I accepted you free
A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white
Smiling at me, happy knowing everything's all right
If only I could hear your voice and your laughter
Just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine
April 7, 42
That's when the gates of heaven opened up for you to stroll threw
Beautiful Anne Jones
Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood
You was my strength to carry on and now I'm good
Job well done, you lived threw you sons and your grandchildren
Jesus finally got his bridge, mommy dance with em
And you've been my guide threw all the trouble I faced
They playing our song the lifebeat my hand on your waist
I grab your other hand and try not to step on your toes
Spin you around with my eyes closed
Dreaming I could have

[Chorus]

I love you forever mom
You will always live threw me... always
Huh, huh huh, yea

[Yung Apprentice]

Buckshot, Noreaga, Tigga, coo/
Cannibus, WuTang, my niggaz, coo/
Def Sqaud, and Def Jam, but FUCC Ja Rule/
I can't wait for Raekwon to break thru/
Tryna sign Daz, nigga Daz'll sign u/
And when u get to the West, heres what we gon do/
Take yall niggaz/
Slap yall b!tches/
like (?) pimpin thru the hood on switches/

Kurupt- Callin Out names

[chen zhen]

"callin out names", dats a tyte track, he just disses everyone on the eastcoast.:cool:

but u know YA, now when Kurupt lost all his friends, hes gone pretty desperate (because he signed back to Tha Row in 2002).
he actually makes a guest appearance on Ja Rules next album, where he disses his old DPG crew:D
one crazy snitch he's become.

[Kristoffer]

Kurupt's a rat

[chen zhen]

ye, he forgot his homeboys when he thought about parash..:

[Kristoffer]

I wanna make money like jay z does

stupid slavery work :mad:

[chen zhen]

have u heard the recent news?
Jigga has been accused of sodomy, several girls waay under the legal age has said that he molested them.:mad:
I think its after he made that "Fiesta remix" with R. Kelly he did it, maybe he was converted to Pedofilia by him..:rolleyes:

[chen zhen]

idea: post your favourite 10 rap tunes, in no particular order. id just like to see what everybody listen to:

mine(although i have lots, i just pick these out as particular favourites):

Hail Mary-2pac
Just Doggin'-Dogg Pound
Gin & Juice-Snoop Dogg
Nuthin but a G Thang-Dr Dre & Snoop Dogg
G'd up-Eastsidaz
What Would U do?-Dogg Pound
My Life-Kool G Rap
California Love-Dr Dre, 2pac
Xxplosive-Nate Dogg, Kurupt
Regulate-Warren G, Nate Dogg


mine tends to be ol classics, but they ARE the best:)

[Kristoffer]

****... I wrote a huge ****ing post here earlier then kfo lagged the **** up so the **** went slow and died. So I ****ed it... I'll write it some other day

[chen zhen]

then make a new one;)

found a new track:
Crooked I - Ride Wit a G (http://www.westsiderap.com/audio/CrookedI-RideWitAG.mp3)

[Kristoffer]

ooooooooooooookay..
well as I wrote b4 it's to hard to name a top ten coz theres so much stuff out there. But I'll list a few I like this moment.


dead prez - way 4 life
dead prez - be healthy
eminem - superman
tech n9ne - psycho b.itch
2pac - only god can judge us now
50 cent - many men
Snoop - lay low
Nas - dance
The Roots - sacrifice
Atmosphere - One of a kind

[Former castleva]

http://www.brainconnection.com/SITEWare/2003/10/15/knige/6289-0093-RAPTEACH.DA.php3

[chen zhen]

while waiting for more peebs to answer my queastion, i may as well post more lyrics.

Kool G. Rap - my Life
from "The Giancana Story" album
--
[G-Wise * vocoder box effect]
Yeahhh, yeh yeh - G. Rap that's gangsta (my life nigga)

[Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder]
All of my life, I live
I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu
Thug it out baby, thug it out baby
Don't stop 'til I die for this
I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo, yo
Giancanna the name break it down simple and plain
Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin the game
Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range
Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name
Limp with a cane, lactosin limp for the king
We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim
Strictly about makin that bread pop (y'know) blocks red hot
from feds and cops, lookin for rock bottles with red tops
Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks
Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots
Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (no doubt)
No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop
Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators
Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest
Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas
My plot for paper was crockpots of wafers

[Chorus]

[Kool G. Rap]
Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons
Half-naked b!tches dancin to tunes (uh-huh)
Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon
Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue
Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun [yeahhhh]
Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom
Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes
Prison niggaz that ran balloons
Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons
f*ck women in tanning rooms
Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do
Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit
If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose
Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice
So where that Don be? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees
Bomb G under the armpiece
Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy
Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory
Washin the jackpot like laundry
F*ckin Don of the year nominee, honestly

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[G-Wise * vocoder box in background to fade]

[Kool G. Rap]
G. Rap nigga..
What, thug sh!t, Queens clicks
What.. uh-huh
Yeah, thug sh!t, Queens clicks
Thug sh!t, Queens clicks
Uhh.. yeah
---

great track! i recommend u to hear it.:)

[Kristoffer]

aight. downloadin it now

[chen zhen]

oh ok.

u should download other Kool G Rap tracks, hes an old-school rapper who keeps making gangsta-music;) not many of his generation is like that.
hes not like Run-DMC and other of those ol school hoz, hes a G. he has knife-scars in his face, and he can tear that Mic apart.

check his album "The Giancana Story"

[Kristoffer]

I remember this old track :)
weird.. havn't heard it in a looong time

[chen zhen]

and oddly enough, its from a 2002 cd;)

Kool G Rap:

[Kristoffer]

nah the beats is old ;)

[Kristoffer]

hey drop a line in the battle thread. I wanna fire it up and I thing Yung is incomming

[chen zhen]

yeh alright, i admit it;)

also download these tracks i heard recently:

Way Too Major -Daz feat. Tray Deee
Behind the walls -Kurupt feat. Nate Dogg
Big Dogs -Red & Meth
Its Nothing -Kool G Rap
Blaze Wit Ya'll -Kool G Rap
Fight Club -Kool G Rap
Snitch Nigga -Scarface, Z-Ro, Bun B
Like it or not-Soopafly
Where I wanna be -Shade Sheist, Nate Dogg, Kurupt

good sh!t, all of it.

edit: ok i will.

[Kristoffer]

cool, I'll start with fight club since I like the title :D

[chen zhen]

good choice:cool:

btw this song is pretty good 2.
http://www.westsiderap.com/audio/CrookedI-RideWitAG.mp3

[Kristoffer]

cool pic

[chen zhen]

did u download those tracks?

coz i actually need some of them:cool:

[Kristoffer]

ya mean these:


Way Too Major -Daz feat. Tray Deee
Behind the walls -Kurupt feat. Nate Dogg
Big Dogs -Red & Meth
Its Nothing -Kool G Rap
Blaze Wit Ya'll -Kool G Rap
Fight Club -Kool G Rap
Snitch Nigga -Scarface, Z-Ro, Bun B
Like it or not-Soopafly
Where I wanna be -Shade Sheist, Nate Dogg, Kurupt


?

[chen zhen]

ye, i need these ones:

Way Too Major -Daz feat. Tray Deee
Behind the walls -Kurupt feat. Nate Dogg
Like it or not-Soopafly
Where I wanna be -Shade Sheist, Nate Dogg, Kurupt
+
Round n Round we go-Daz Dillinger
All night long-Daz Dillinger
Just Keep it - Daz Dillinger
I luv it -Eastsidaz
Coastin -D.P.G.

could u send these to me? u know, the other ones didnt work;)

ull be the best if u do:cool:

[Kristoffer]

yea sure I'll search for em. I didn't have much luck with Daz at all though.. Maybe he aint that popular/well known.

check in for updates tomorrow ;)

[chen zhen]

cool thanx man:cool:

[chen zhen]

hehe
The "Tha Row Killa" movie is out (http://www.cduniverse.com/productinfo.asp?style=MOVIE&pid=6321261&cart=157370477&frm=lk_DPGRECORDZ)

[chen zhen]

I took the rap videos that filled the least & zipped them up.

so if anyone wanna see them, then here:

[Kristoffer]

cool

[chen zhen]

u watched them?

[Kristoffer]

no but I saved them on the comp

[chen zhen]

ok


now for some more classic lyrics.. from the time when lyrics were done written by & performed by great lyricists. one of the best being Kurupt, as it is evident here.

New York, New York -Tha Dogg Pound
From the album "Dogg Food"

--
Yo B (turn your speakers up man)
Turn your speakers up money!
Yo God! (Yo God?)
Yo I got mad skills.
Isn't that money?

Chorus: Snoop

New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound

Verse One: Kurupt

It's the incredible, the lyrical
You can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving motherf*ckers hysterical, with a
touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mindstate
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive
I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated like friction
Motherf*ck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
To the average motherf*cker's minds these days
I'm all ready to put work in
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin
Give a F*CK, what's your name, what you claim
Or why you came, motherf*cker don't explain
Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply
Layin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC

Chorus One

Chorus Two: Snoop

Too much, I serve too many people, too much
It's too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel

Chorus One and Two

Verse Two: Kurupt

Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his knees
Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless
The barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to me
So how the f*ck you inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones
Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis
Gets me into verbally vindictive
Violent vocabulary bobs to existance
Catch me in the pitch black path
I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental
till I hear an instrumental
And detrimental verbals get to spittin
The highest in intellect, try connectin with the written
Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen
To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war
Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo'
The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow
Fo sho', I takes it to you from the do'
Motherf*cker, mentally I go hardco' (you know!)
I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally
bore your whole molecular, structure
Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix
Hittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist

Chorus One and Two: repeat 2X

[Kurupt]
We live... tonight I serve two thousand MC's
We live... cause can't none f*ck with the DPG'z
[Daz]
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC's
We live (baby) none can f*ck with the DPG'z
[Snoop]
DPGC, ba-by
ABC the DPG'z
Ba-by...

Verse Three: Kurupt

Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite
In ways that make MC's stop in daylight
I'm the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streets
Invincibility is what makes me complete, compete
Nah you can't even fade me
I f*ck, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...
*bzzt to static*

[chen zhen]

Intro: Dr. Dre

I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see yah (repeat 4X)
You can't see me, hah
Back up in that ass once again
With some of Dat Nigga Daz sh!t
Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk
Some of that gangsta funk
Some of that ghetto funk
Call it what you want, just don't forget the G
Got the motherf*ckin Dogg Pound in the house

Verse One: Dogg Pound

Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother
What you wanna do end up dead motherf*cker
I don't know why we got to kill each other
Cause on the streets it's do or die motherf*cker

[Daz]
Now as a child I was raised in the church
Now what ever possessed me to do the sh!t that I do to put you in the dirt
I gives a f*ck about a nigga on the street
I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no hurdle
For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable
And not a soul saw who did it
As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride
On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die

[Kurupt]
Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not)
Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct
What makes my mind click to perfect timing
For me to twist sh!t switchin bullsh!t the f*ck up like The Shining
Cause I'm in my own zone, alone look down
You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town
Perhaps you, know I axe you
Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to

Chorus: Prince Ital

Respect to the Deathrow Inmates
Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate
To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face
Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste
Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace
Lifetime in static, put you inna your place
Dogg Pound be killin a b!tch mentality
Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way
Lawd

Verse Two: Dogg Pound

[Kurupt]
Now wit Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast
The way to success is elevating too fast
Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn
With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned
Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit
Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullsh!ttin
Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy
Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga
Shady as f*ck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes
Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise
The Pound, we roll thick like one-time
And I could f*ck your b!tch after I bust just one rhyme
All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed
And kick that motherf*ckin gangsta sh!t
(Say what say what say what say what say what?)
Kick that motherf*ckin gangsta sh!t

[Daz]
Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not
In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash
Suprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass
Anybody killa, do or die if I have to
On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to
I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long
Who would stop the movement why I journied so far
From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt
Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth
Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace
Riders died death is unexplainable when you die

Outro: Prince Ital

We dont got to stoop low
We dont got to stoop low
We dont got to stoop to your level
But when they see we coming lawd
Now when they see we coming lawd
Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble
Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun
And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible
So don't f*ck, you betta be respectable
The nine millimeter, is really dreadable
Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild
Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile
Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile
Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler
An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound
An wild yes you're wicked an wild
Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile
Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile
De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle
An wild, yes you're wicked an wild
An wild... hahaha.. eazy!
Dogg Pound, run tings, y'know, yeah
Cause we no respect no guys
Cause guys d!ck arder than sh!t
We no take orders, we give orders
Respect to the crew
Nigga Daz Kurupt an Dre, come down
EAZY! Yeah
West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up!
To the Death Row posse
Lawd!
Nuff respect
Just quote, de f@ggot come here wit de violence
Death Row are gon make you dead and silence
Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an
No f@ggot come here actin like dis
Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha
Yes star Ital, you're large
Big up Daz an de crew
Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime
EAZY!
Dr. Dre an de massive
Yeah

[chen zhen]

^that one was :cool:

but this one is just :D

Tha Dogg Pound Work Dat P_ssy lyrics

[Chorus 4X]
Work dat p*ssy, work dat p*ssy
All my b!tches work dat p*ssy
Work dat p*ssy, work dat p*ssy, all my b!tches

[Kurupt]
P*ssy makes the world go 'round, knock that p*ssy up and down
Get your money, get your cash, in and out, slow and fast
(F*ck em right) f*ck em Daz, work that p*ssy, slap that ass (Oh)
Put my d!ck right in her mouth, suck till all the nut come ouuutttt

[Daz]
This is what you need for hoes to get ill (ill)
Move it in and out and give em what you will
All the hoes actin moody, stick my d!ck up in her coochie
If that hole get played out, stick my d!ck up in her booty
Know em that, give em that, know em this, show em that
If the hoe wanna do me then the hoe know where I'm at

[Chorus 4X]

[Kristoffer]

****ing kazaa is actin like a *****

[chen zhen]

whats the matter?

btw what was the last track u sent me? some guitar sh!t, wtf:confused:

[Kristoffer]

oh notting.. it was some kind of bug in the program but it seems to be gone now.

Guitar ****? What was it called?

[chen zhen]

dun remember, i threw it out. it was some swedish folk muzik or sumthin..

hey, cool track here:
http://www.westsiderap.com/audio/WarrenGDazSnoopDoggBadAzzKokaneEWhite-AfterDark.mp3

a teaser from Warren to tha G-dub's next album

[Kristoffer]

hmm.. maybe I mistakly took some of my familys tracks

[chen zhen]

hope there wasnt one of mine u exchanged:confused:

[Kristoffer]

My family likes hip hop :)

[chen zhen]

cool:)


ok a new song:

[W Ballz D.J.]
Oh y'all just wanna do with out the beat
Uh well f*ck it we gon' do it like this
On radio station mother f*cking 187.4 b!tch
W Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother f*cking emina huh?

[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!

[W Ballz D.J.]
Emena... not enema... Enema!
I'm saying it baby, I just said it low

[Daz] (in background)
In your ass

[W Ballz D.J.]
In your motherf*cking assh0le
Ok like this, we gon' clean it up like this, huh punk b!tch

[Kurupt]
Man what a b!tch, gangster sh!t
Paws scrap up the cement then bend
I never love me a ho
Just to remind y'all b!tches in case you didn't know
I breaks fool all niggas, way cool all niggas
F*ck all y'all niggas, sawed off y'all niggas
And I'm quick to pull out
Gangster sh!t, tell a b!tch to stick a d!ck in her mouth

[Daz Dillinger]
As I skip to my loo C walking, G talking
I'm a gangster cold hearted, sick dumb and retarted
Came up this far without a bullet proof vest (yeah)
Ran with the best, sport khaki's again
Always stay fresh won't settle for less
Looped out, said now

[Soopafly]
Man these nigga on deck
Now it's the pimp of the crew, Soopafly coming through
I got a d!ck and a couple balls just to name a few
The D P locced out, niggas get choked out
Smoked out niggas and I'll f*ck you with no doubt

[Tray Deee]
Gangster gangster tell me how you do it
It seems so simple like there was nothing to it
Ripping, sipping, dipping on the fluid
West Coast nigga, yeah we be the truest

Chorus: computer voice

Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C.

[Jayo Felony]
I had so much beef I should've f*cked in my colon
But I sent them off deprived, with both their f*cking eyes swollen
Everything stolen, and it still risked rolling
niggas can't see me cause I kill sh!t blowing
I let loose like ain't no tomorrow with bomb beats
A K 47 street
Quick to get ya, my lyrics like missiles to hit Hitler
Mother f*cker stay up out my Kool-Aid pitcher
You don't wanna see my style like click click pow
Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child
The enemy wanna diss nigga but how could he?
With hookers and hoodies with a bag full of goodies (what what what what?)
What? Now take that for what it's worth
I terrorize your territory and take over your turf
All these niggas is rob, but they was soft as a nerf
Nasty as after birth they say ooh after the verse

[Snoop Dogg]
I'm commercial, universal with no rehearsal
And when I'm in the hood I'm just so controversial
niggas know me homey, the O G
West Coast Don I smash on anyone
On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns
I move the dubs and let D move the 2 1's
Not to mention all my No Limit niggas now
We do it G style like big C Style

Chorus: computer voice

Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C
Represent that L B, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that L B, Represent that P.A.C.

[Snoop Dogg]
What what?
My freestyle worth about a ticket now
So to kick a style you gotta kick me down
Every nigga from the pound getting paid now
Hey now, big bow wow honey child
I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles
And now through with it, with nothing else to do with it
Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it
We's a D P G committee

[Kurupt]
[Snoop Dogg] f*ck that b!tch, Dat Nigga Daz f*ck that b!tch
That trick that goofy ass b!tch
Soopafly, super high ruff cap slip
F*cking gangster sh!t 20 insane sixty crip
19th street crip, where the gangsters hang
It's a gang thang we all gang bang

[Daz Dillinger]
Hold up (Wait A Minute!!!)
All my niggas get (Gangster With It!!!)
Tick tock (Crip Walk)
And prepare to get ill when the gangsters talk (hey hey)
Sagging and flagging with the 7 tray rag
Smoking like a dragon with the 4 - 4 cannon
Be the last man standing whipping niggas at random
Gray and Blue bandanna's who riding is standard
So what y'all wanna say? (Huh, huh?)
What y'all wanna do? (Huh, what?)

[Butch]
You niggas tripping, while I'm steady dipping
Throw your clip in, since y'all all flipping
Rolling capers, while I'm getting papers
Tried to shake us, you know they caught the vapors
Everyone around is soon to see
Ain't nobody coming close to me
Keep hanging ‘round and you'll believe

Chorus: computer voice

Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that Long Beach
Represent that...

[W Ballz D.J.]
Let's take it off like this b!tch... b!tch please...you ain't knowing
The broadcast is directed by motherf*cking Snoop Doggy Dogg and his big nuts
If your not knowing, ya know!
We gon' kick it in your colon hole like this though
187.4 in your assh0le like this
If your not knowing now your blowing...
Shabadoo huh?
We gonna kick it like this to the Eastside L.B.C.
F*ck I heard it was uh... D.P.G.

[chen zhen]

a great freestyle track:

Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I

(Wait a minute, um)

Crooked I:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about Crooked
These b!tches shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast aint sh!t without Crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast MC sh!t
Yeah, how you like me now motherf*cker!?!

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mashin' MCs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle sh!t with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make MCs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly
Severe, cuz I severely, impare MCs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
with no knowledge on how to rock

Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table
We f*ckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

Xzibit:
When I was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from here to Italy
It'll be, a cold day in Hell when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a b!tch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole Pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own sh!t but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg Kurupt

Daz:
Yeah, no sh!t
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that

That's what I'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this sh!t for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(Don't step up)
Right, right
(Don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(Get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(Get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what I'm talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
(Don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with Battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this sh!t

[Starchaser107]

that crooked i verse was the S#iznit

[chen zhen]

yeh, crook is one of the hottest MC's in the west.
u should check the track out, he comes like fire on it.

[Starchaser107]

4 sure

[chen zhen]

i mean, hear it some time.

u can check a Crook video here (so u can hear him) http://www.blastro.com/artists/artistpage/Crooked+I.html

Crooked-I freestyle (hell kill anyone on the mic)
http://64.68.1.185/delite5HiH/audioholics+crookedifreestyle.mp3

[Starchaser107]

I checked out the vid...cool stuff.

[chen zhen]

Crooked I vs Chino XL:
http://64.68.1.183/delite5HiF/bustyaazzproductions+crookedichinoxlfreestylebattl e.mp3
yet another Crook:
http://64.68.1.183/delite5HiG/crookedi****+crookedisomestraightspitten.mp3

[chen zhen]

New Westside Connection track from their next album!

tyte as a muthaf*cka! (and it features the one, the only Nate Dogg, so it cant be nuddin but a hit)
http://64.68.1.183/delite5HiF/boo0213+gangstanations.mp3

[Kristoffer]

pretty good

[chen zhen]

better recconize.. its good to hear tha WC back in the game.

[Starchaser107]

tuff nuh f*ck Iya!

[chen zhen]

=:confused:

:D means u like or not?

[Starchaser107]

yeh man , i like (daz why i put da thumbs up)

[Starchaser107]

Artist: Kool G Rap and DJ Polo
Album: Live and Let Die
Song: Ill Street Blues
Typed by: scott_rodkey@hotmail.com

Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this...

I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because I'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying for protection
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get caught
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues

Chorus:
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x)

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the Tech right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a ****
Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues

Chorus

Extra extra read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us
But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Crazy Glue
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, why'd you violate?
Because I'm a hossa (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues

Chorus

[Kristoffer]

Me like

[chen zhen]

Kool G Rap-Streets of NY

in the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
So look and I take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulance
Crowds are getting louder, I wonder how the
People want to go fight for the white powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole life remains inside a bottle of Night Train
Another man got his clothes in a sack
Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack
And there's the poor little sister
She has a little baby daughter
Named Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia
So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?
Yo that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper
Drug dealers drive around looking hard
Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard
Every day is a main event, some old lady limps
The pushers and pimps eat shrimps
It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing
They must desire for the sound of a siren
A bag lady dies in an alleyway
She's seen the last of her days inside the subways
More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope
So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one
Had fun then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs I cover my ears and tears
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers
Cause every day of his life he beats his wife
Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife
Blind man plays the sax
A tune called “The Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks”
Many lives are cut short
That's when you're living
In the streets of New York

<break>

Baby needs new shoes
But his papa uses all the money for booze
A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a Caddy
Calling some man Daddy
Three men slain inside an apartment
All you could see was the sparks when it darkened
Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene
The drug war, daily routine
Gambling spots, just a poor man's jackpot
You winning a lot, you get shot
The drug dealing fanatics
But you don't want no static
Cause they got crack addicts with automatics
Shoot-outs for a desire for territory
A kid got caught in the crossfire
A tired mother can't take no more
She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24
Human beings are laying on the pavement
Cause they're a part of a mental enslavement
The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers
This type of life is making you hyper
People scouting a torched-out building
And got killed when the cold air filled in
Is hell really suggested?
No more persons arrested, a child molested
A little kid says, "Yo
I got a color TV, CD player and car stereo
And all I want is a castle
I also got a .38, don't give me no hassle"
One kid heads straight for the top
And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop
Look behind you when you walk
That's how it is in the streets of New York

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Another Victory Lyrics
Big Daddy Kane (Buy Big Daddy Kane CDs)
It's A Big Daddy Thing
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Verse 1:

Here comes the conquering brother that fathoms and never ceases.
Violators pick up the pieces (uh)
That are left behind as you're left to find
The fury of the five fingers of death are mine,
Rippin' on the microphone, receitin' poem,
Givin' competition a Big Daddy syndrome.
Some step up, (mmm) none kept up (mmm).
They rap a brief moment and then shut up.
Lips are sealed because all of this is real.
I'm not about frontin', I tell the real deal of society (what);
So how we livin,
Like a turkey on Thanksgiving or like Robin Gibbons?
Not to offend,
I just want you to comprehend every message I send (tell 'em),
'Cause I don't understand, I have to wonder, ****,
How could this lifestyle be fun to man,
To see a brother gettin' paid undercover,
Sellin' drugs to one another,
'Cause all the glamour you get is miscillaneous
And all the product you sell is real dangerous
Like um, um, let's say, un, poison,
Destruction to all your own boys and girls who like to buy and give it a try,
Admire and can't deny the high, that's why they soon die.
These are the games that a fool would play today
For our own kind to decay.
No sign of brotherly love,
Just scavengers in search of.....

Chorus:

Another victory (cut and scratched)

Verse 2:

When I'm ridin' in my Volvo, cops harass me.
They never ride past me, they hound me like Lassie,
Wantin' to give me a summons or a ticket.
Huh, I got a place for them to stick it (kick it).
They can't understand to see a black man
Drivin' a car that costs 25 grand.
The first thing they say is "Where'd you steal her?"
And then they assume that I'm a drug dealer.
Huh, that just makes me wanna laugh,
'Cause now I'm a star and your son got my autograph,
So all the cops on the highway gettin' me,
My name ain't Kieth, so could you please stop Sweatin' me
So I can flow and go on, so on and so on
To all the jams Cee throw on.
Reachin' a summit as you learn from it,
A lesson taught from yours truly, so here cometh
The royal majesty, others have to be
Fully prepared, though they still won't last with me,
So when you hope to hang or even handle,
I'll show the meaning of power and just cancel (period).
Out of order, conquer and slaughter,
You're comin' up shorter, boy, you'll need more to
Compete 'cause the heat is deep in concrete,
Defeat, bring up the fleet, flee 'fore we meet
Or stay away, puttin' new rhymes on layaway.
Then come get this when you're ready for business
'Cause aaaaah yeah, I'm with this (I'm ready).
Yo, Mister Cee, what is this?

(Repeat chorus)

Verse 3:

MC's and enemies I freeze at 32 degrees
Because they can't drop rhymes like these.
Competition never saw none done,
So pay attention as I mention the 411.
Just the other day, I heard a brother say,
"Taxi cabs don't even come my way.
They all be afraid they won't get paid
So they zoom right past and pick up a lighter shade,
And if they stop, the first thing they want,
No more than two people and the money up-front,
Treatin' me like I'm some type of thug.
It might sound bugged but they don't wanna get mugged."
Who's in the right or wrong? It's time to unite along
The righteous with a walk in success and be strong.
Instead of lookin' for someone to beef with,
A brother like the Big Daddy Kane is peace with
Rappers of today like (Kid'N'Play),
Hey, even my man L.L. Cool J,
(Stetsasonic) and EPMD,
Public Enemy and (BDP),
Salt 'N' Pepa 'cause we can't sever never,
Wheihter, whatever, we better stand together.
That means unite, not fightin' or fussin' or cussin'.
Save all the base for the pipe and start lovin'
One another 'cause separation is a flaw,
So endure for more and stop lookin'; for....

(Repeat chorus 'till end)

[Starchaser107]

Float Lyrics
Big Daddy Kane (Buy Big Daddy Kane CDs)
Prince Of Darkness
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Manslaughter, walkin on water
I stay afloat with a note, the way a boat oughta
I'm too poetically inclined, one of a kind
True and divine the genuine, breakin a bond and gettin mine
so freeze, I'm makin it flow with ease
And droppin the funkiest lyrics that ever been known to MC's
Cause I can recite it fast, or even rap slow
Huh, man I can just talk and my ****'ll flow
Because I mastered the rhythms of winnin lyric
Hit em, just the flow itself'll tell you that I did em
So let the K-to-the-A-to-the-N-to-the-E
show you the meaning of real harmony, as I float

Float.. float on
Float on.. float on.. (repeat 2X)

Peep this
I'm always on the down-low, smooth and mild
But when it's time to get wild, huh, you know my style
I drop lyrics wham bam by the gram on a jam
and gooooooood ****!
It's like a disaster that nobody goes after
Rappers turn ghost like Casper
Cause battlin me, you'd only meet your fate
You'd probably come out better tryin to fight in Kuwait
To be smart, would be not to start
Not even The Wiz can give you that much heart
Rap is like an art.. and man you know
that kind of makes me like Michaelangelo
Not to sound conceited, or either to boast with what I said
cause I'm too modest to ever lose my level head
But if I ever got bold and said I'm higher
I can give more reasons than Earth, Wind & Fire
Many follow in the footsteps, tryin to get a rep
of a lover and a smooth black brother
But I'm knockin imitators out the box
Because you couldn't copy Kane if your name was Xerox
I'm like the God in light, some of my writing might
be too much for your mind to explode like dynamite
And if it sounds good to you then get on it doggone it
Capture this like a Kodak moment as I float

Float.. float on
Float on.. float on.. (repeat 2X)

In this third verse, I'll make it sure mental
See the way that you serve rap's like a death penalty
So back up off me, ain't nobody stoppin Kane
I'm ****tin on rappers like I never been potty trained
That means defeatin deletin and beatin
while all the tenderonis I'll be meatin and greatin and treatin
And welcome to a new Terrordome
When I come to roam, you know Daddy's Home
Rhymes come at you full powered with might
They call in the SWAT team when I start to write
and declared my lyrics illegal weapons in every state
So I can get five to ten for carryin a Papermate
Just a little bitty taste of this'll burn so bad
you'll wanna call me the Big Daddy Inferno
So don't even think about a battle, I sail without a paddle
In other words, I FLOAT

Float.. float on
Float on.. float on.. (repeat 2X)

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Who Am I Lyrics
Big Daddy Kane (Buy Big Daddy Kane CDs)
Taste Of Chocolate
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featuring Gamilah Shabazz

"I was born.."

[Big Daddy Kane]
A black man from the motherland
Speakin a language today most people don't understand
where no one could bother me
cause I had freedom, justice, and equality
But then one day it was tooken away
and I was shipped to the U.S.A.
A young brother, made into a slave
to harvest the midlands and clean the chittlins
Given a new name, new religion
No freedom to vote, not even to make a decision
I saw my peoples, sold raped and took out
The rest of that stuff that Alex Haley talks about
They said I'm not from Asia I'm from Africa
And all the blacks there now are just scavengers
That's the way my mind was poisoned
to believe that in America blacks are inferior
A weak mind and a body of swine
only adds up to being - deaf dumb and blind
Illiterate to who where what and why
So I ask myself: who am I?

"I was born.."

[Big Daddy Kane]
A native New Yorker on the streets
Known for rockin rhymes to real rough beats
that I found in the attic, noisy with static
A sound that made me, a hip-hop fanatic
I made a few songs that sold OK
Never top 20 or plenty airplay
I came out hardcore, flexin **** diesel
Saw a little cash, and pop goes the weasel
I had to make that change and rearrange
my whole rap format, no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
over New Kids on the Block and Paula Abdul, huh
I thought I made it, then my song faded
and none of the black stations ever have played it
I tried to blame it on MTV
and say, "****, they cold played me for Young MC"
But when you get down to it, I'm the real blame
because I wanted the fame
Money is not only the root of all evil
It's also the destruction of black people, so
conjunction junction, what's your function?
Bein a scout, or sellin out?
Look in the mirror at yourself, eye to eye
and say: who am I?

[Gamilah Shabazz]
A solid change, have to rearrange this strange
feelin I'm feelin, so appealin
I am having to deal with
Time to forget the myth, of bein black and a woman
Can't get ahead, walkin on a thread, a tightrope
Can't cope, don't be a dope, have a little bit of hope
Runnin your scope on affairs
You have to be aware, don't flare up
Let your cup runneth over
I'm not Irish, don't need a donut to fill up my dish
nor two mango wish to wish on a star, they're so far
Anyway I'm thinkin about today, not tomorrow
I'm not a follower of anyone
My time has come, it's already here
My message is clear
Like the women of long ago, I am also here
also to show, I have the courage
Have the strength, I'm for equal opportunity
no matter the life, length of time
Show me a sign, should I rely on a
subliminal message, should I question
what would seem to be, life's told me?
Yes indeed, so let me speak

[Big Daddy Kane]
And that's comin from the daughter of Malcolm X
So black women put it in your texts
so you can never let, opportunity pass you by
or even ask yourself, who am I?

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Mr. Pitiful Lyrics
Big Daddy Kane (Buy Big Daddy Kane CDs)
Taste Of Chocolate
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[Big Daddy Kane]
Mmm.. mmm, yeah
Oh I like this
I wanna tell this story
A little story about umm..
.. a brother who you would think has everything goin for himself
But apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin
I call this brother Mr. Pitiful
I wanna tell you somethin about him, check it out

The story begins in 1984
when I met the BizMarkie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, "Yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make a record of some type"
I said, "Man, the hype behind Run-D.M.C. and Cool J
What the **** makes you think they're gonna give us a play?"
We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage
Manhattan and Long Island, for Mike and Dave
After that, I was convinced we can do it
until my man Biz jetted and came out with "Make the Music.."
From right there, I said, "Man, this **** is real
Look at Biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"
I got to give it to you Dukes, I was wrong
Well you out there now, so put my black ass on
and sure enough, huh, in about a year's time
I was R-A-W, goin for mine
Droppin jams that slammed on every radio program
And bam, GOD ****, look where I am
The first album, _Long Live the Kane_, it sold
about umm.. AWW FUKKIT it went gold
The money was comin in, yes I had done em in
It wasn't quite hard for me to find a woman then
Cause I was in demand for lots of fans
A sexy chocolate guy in the public eye
I bought myself a condo out in Queens
A plush white Volvo and drove off the scene
But I remained the same since I moved out
for instance - drinkin Olde E and Guinness Stout
And also, hangin out with the troops
Most of all, takin care of Ma Dukes
Then all of a sudden things started to change
And many old friends started actin strange
Behind my back, sayin I'm soft and a sucker
Some even said, "Yo let's rob the mother****er"
And family members askin for my papers
But Biz set them straight, by makin "The Vapors"
Girls cryin pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm like, "What the **** is this? Billie Jean?"
People harassin me, steadily askin me
dis or dat, some even had the audacity
to say that I only liked light-skinned women
Tchk, huh, are you kiddin?
Cause I love everyone
and I never act prejudiced to none
But for some reason people make my lifestyle so critical
That's why they call me Mr. Pitiful

A few people know what I'm sayin
Hmm, to the Little Daddy Shane, you know what I mean
and to my man Cool V, you know what I mean
To T.J. Swan, you know what I mean
and to Scoob and Scrap, you know what I mean
To Rob Base and E.Z. Rock, you know what I mean
The Magnum Force, you know what I mean
And to the playboys, you know what I mean
To Shemp Shawn, you know what I mean
and the F.M.C., you know what I mean
Can't forget Miv, you know what I mean
Godfather D, you know what I mean
My man Doug E. Fresh, you know what I mean
and the fifty dollar crew from Canada know what I mean
But most of all I can't forget my man Biz-Mar-KIE
And may I send this to A.J. Quest, Rest In Peace ??

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Artist: Eric B. and Rakim
Album: Don't Sweat the Technique
Song: What's On Your Mind

I seen her in the subway, on my way to Brooklyn
Hello, good looking, is this seat tooken
On the A-train, picking at her brain
I couldn't get her number, I couldn't get her name
I said I still like your style of fashion
But I hate your hostile, 'itty attitude wit a passion
Is it because brothers like to hawk alot
Is it because your sign don't talk alot
She turned away, no play, I said ok
You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day
Sat back, relaxed though the ride was tight
I was thinking of the rhymes I wrote last night
Next stop was mine, a familar scene
I was meeting my friend, killer Ben in Ft Green
Where the girls are real, they tell ya how they feel
If you're soft, you're soft, or if you're hard like steel
See i don't bend and I won't rust
And I don't break and I won't bust
Stomped up the street and did I hear a treat?
Hard high heels tappin' on the concrete
I took a peek, it was the girl from the train behind me
Did she live in the area, was she trying to find me?
Hm, I didn't wanna play myself out
I played it off, stopped and I bought a Guiness Stout
Now was she shy, she didn't walk by
She came in the store then she even said hi
Curiosity- at a high velocity
Maybe possibly she had the hots for me
i said if we're playing games then we're gonna play mine
I'm a lay the rules 'cause it ain't much time
If you hide your feelings, and they hard to find,
I wanna know what's on your mind

CHORUS

About a week went by and I called her, "Hello"
I said yo, can I speak to, um, she said no
Hey yo, I know I didn't call, I didn't wanna stress you
Go out my way to impress you, press to undress you
See I wanna get to know you so I can show you
What a strong relationship can grow to
But you gotta trust me and you're gonna love me
Squeeze the phone and hug me, use your mind to rub me
Now how does it feel when my mental, massage ya temple
Telephone's hot from the vibes that I sent you
Now tell me your inner thoughts and deepest emotions
Next you see ectacy's explosions
Now I'm coming to see you to spend some time
I'm a romantic warrior but is it a crime
And if you hide your feelings and they hard to find...

I wanna know what's on your mind
I wanna know what's on your mind

Now it's been months and it's smooth and lovely
I'm in your head so you'll be thinking of me
So we met in Queens and went to Valley Streams
And, uh, couldn't remember the movie we just seen
But it's Wednesday, take the train uptown
How do the 125th street sound

Amateur night, Showtime at the Apollo
Probably be watching Bill Cosby tomorrow
Then after that get into it, I mean intimate
Every word is an instrument
Making sounds and tones and songs and moans
My lips so close to your ear, it's like headphones
You smile, you said you never know what the day will bring
It's always a new song to sing
The next day I went back to the her rest
Knocked on the door, intentions: finesse
She let me in and had nothing but a neglige on
Smelling like Liz Claiborne
I sat down and got comfortable and watched the Huxtables
She sat next to me and said what's up wit you
I got the feeling for sexual healing
A mental healing ; how you feeling
She caught the effect and said she feel the same
Could you massage my intellect and stop the pain
Desire's yearning, the fire's burning
You hot 'cause it's alot you're learning
Now I'm ready to explore you inner world
It's take a long time cuz I'm just beginning, girl...
Take it easy, cut off the TV
Cut off the lights, use your mind to see me,
Use your physical form if I'm hard to find
'Cause now I know what's on your mind...
'Cause now I know what's on your mind...

[Starchaser107]

Artist: Eric B and Rakim
Album: Don't Sweat the Technique
Song: Don't Sweat the Technique

Don't sweat the Technique(2x)

Let's trace the hints and check the file
Let see who bit to detect the style
I flip the script so they can't get foul.
At least not now, it'll take a while
I change the pace to complete the beat
I drop the bass,'till mc's get weak.
For every word they trace, it's a scar they keep...
'Cause when I speak, they freak
To sweat the technique
I made my debut in '86
Wit a melody and a president's mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits
wit' beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps
My underground sound vibrates the streets
MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique

Don't Sweat the Technique

They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but
Researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what's next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience's ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I'm also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, I'm a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles that'll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don't have to speak just seek
And peep the technique

But don't sweat the technique

I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap
Then I get deep and the weak then complete their
Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete
They never grow old techniques become antiques
Better then something brand new 'cause it's radiant
And the wild style'll have much more volume
Classical too intelligent to be radical
Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical
Here's some soothing souvenirs for all the years
They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas
It's cool when you freak to the beat
But don't sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique (2x)

[chen zhen]

i never really liked big daddy & R's stuff, but i really feel Giancana. hes an OG, and none of the MC's barking loud on the east can handle him on the mic. i really dun think so.

[Starchaser107]

featuring Masta Ase, Big Daddy Kane, G Rap, Craig G, Daddy Shane

(Masta Ase)

I'm about to run, run a race wit the rhythm
If you know the bass steps, dance, do it wit em
Gotta clock g's, 'cause the g's worth a thousand
When I kick these types of rhymes I'll be housing
All I wanna be gonna be big shotties
Brothers ain't wit it then I do it for the hotties
But I know they wit it 'cause they know I ain't a phony
And it feels good like Tony, Toni, Tone
And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people
Wanna reach the top, climb, climb to the steeple
Top to high, well you best get a ladder
Say you're from the slum, well chum it don't matter
Forget where your from, it's all about where you're going
My name is Masta Ase and I don't tip toeing
Never saw fall, lose my grip, or take a slip
Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip
But not to my Loo, I never play hopscotch
Music man baby and the rhymes are top notch
Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller
I try my best to never riff, riff wit a fellow
My brother sometimes trys to play it like tennis
Dennis, time to pull teeth like a dentist
Oh brother, brother, please don't play it
The rhyme is prime everytime that I say it
Actions in effect, nothing change but the weather
Juice crew, nah, but we still rock together
Craig G
(Yo, I believe that's me)
Hey yo, Craig G
(Yo, I believe that's me)
Hey yo, Craig G
(Yo man I believe that's me)
Kick it 1,2,3

(Craig G)

Yo, once again a brother's back to attract many age groups
Sporting green and baige boots popping like the hula hoop
You step to me and you'll be stepping to a death wish
You probably thought I'm soft, of course you never met this
I'm not a crazy man, gun token holigan
But pass a mic to me and rappers I'll be doing in
So, yo, hit, slide to the left a bit
'Cause I'm about to blow up in the '90's and I bet you get
Jelly and think of trying to do me
I work for my spot so don't try to remove me
'Cause I can swing a rap like a batter hits a fast ball
Put on my track shoes and run right pass all
All the MC's and wannabees
Get played like a ?plumbining?, crease in your leaves
So next time the wizard gives you soft as a heart
Don't step to me because I rip the **** apart
Now this ain't Mr. Rogers and I never play pretend
So think about it chump if you step to me again
Yo Big Daddy
(Yo I believe that's me)
Hey yo Big Daddy
(Yo I believe that's me)
Big Daddy
(Well I guess that's me)
1,2,3

(Big Daddy Kane)

Uhn, ****, it's true, I'm living mathematic
Asiatic coming up on the microphone just like an addict
Make the fit, 100% legit
As soon as I hit, oh ****
'Cause I'm gonna make the audience applaud me

And support me and award me when they saw me
In action wit my softy gin
Sharpen than any other instrument
That archeologist can't find, never known to mankind
'Cause I'm a weird species
And all you filthy mcnasty Mc's couldn't even see me
You're too fragile to touch this mass style
Girls be running up saying, oh, you're too bad child
So save your breath and exit stage left
But treat before you meet defeat and greet death
you any champion that even tries to touch this
Won't even get the key that's tied along, it's dubless
See, I'm the wrong one to fuk wit
Oh you still standing there
(Yo, yo, look out duck kid)
I'm deathing and bashing crash and smack MC's
And enemies wit these
'Cause I make sure everything comes out smooth

(Lil' Daddy Shane)
But you know your little brother must deserve his groove
Drop something quick release a rhyme wit quickness
To let MC's know about my existence
Any Mc to last a minute is pure lucky
'Cause I'm the baddest kid that you seen says ?Chuck?
(Well Kool G Rap)
(Yo I believe that's me)
So G Rap
Yo I believe that's me
(So Kool G Rap)
(Yo, I believe that's me)
1,2,3

(Kool G Rap)

Yo, straight out the muthafuking gutter
I open my shutter, the butter ass brothers
I rip 'em up like a box cutter
You brush up I pull the trigger
I figured nobody could dig a, Milli Vanilli Ass nigga
Prepare for shoot bear, I'm knocking boots daily
Fools I rip 'em out of their roots like Alex Haley
Here I come straight to the mouth an'
I'm kicking it slick, lyrics are harder than a d!ck inside a ho house
Your neighborhood hero's a zero
I'm sending muthafukers on a midnight run like DeNiro
So here goes a rapper to the battle
Feel a steel gaffle, pressed up on your Adam's apple
Reach for the pistol and you're crazy
Try to blast and I'll be swinging that ass like Patrick Swayze
Said he was frightened when I rock, they came in a flock
What is this $#!t, New Kids on the ****
When I battle, you need a paddle
The $#!t creeps deep, but since you're riding on my D!ck, you need a saddle
No survivors, I spit 'em out just like saliva
Well, next stop, hello pop and i'm the driver
So faint rappers try to diss, you're a little too proud
But niggas on white clouds on my $#!t list
Do your ass in like Kennedy's assassin
Murder the whole mass and, time to dress passion
I float on notes like a sailor, Ho's are like clothes
I got that ass sewned up just like a tailor
Kool G Rap, one in a million
You're rolling the dice and get sliced the fuk up like a Sicilian
A nigga can't do $#!t to me
G Rap and Marly Marl, I'm signing out on the symphony

[chen zhen]

i just love this song:

Intro:
Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack
Don't wanna f*ck with me
(Dogg Pound Gangstaz)
We do it like that
Motherf*ckers out there be like, takin our styles
Be trying to do they own little dissing
but they can't do it, you know
So we gonna, do it like this
Sit back relax and get a cool one
Verse One: Kurupt, Daz
Have you ever heard of a slughter, I oughta start dippin
Sippin on that S-T get's me to trippin
I don't slips I bangs
with that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang it's a DPG thang
Kurupt from the S.C
You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times
Like a hollow point headed for your dome
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental
I subdue, and then take two to your temple
when I cause holocoust from what's spittin
Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin
Look, this is how it's done nigga (one two three)
I grab my strap you best run nigga
I gives a f*ck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
Littlest G, with the biggest d!ck
Sh!t, a motherf*cker betta recognize
With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die
I snack on motherf*ckers like a bone
Known to be the sh!t upon the microphone ever since I was bown
Not to ever love a b!tch
Learned game after game, that's why we are the best
Motherf*ckers be gankin styles minute after minute
But soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz sh!tted
Chorus: repeat 2X
Now what would you do?
If you could f*ck with me and my crew
But you can't so don't even think about
steppin in the motherf*ckin house
Verse Two: Daz, Kurupt
B!tches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Every single day in the LBC
Cruisin through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style
When I back up a green six-fo' bustin free styles
There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
How much money can a nigga make in one place?
The review, ain't sh!t new
You stupid motherf*ckers can't f*ck wit my crew
I see all these niggaz tryin to get with my kin folk
Get so many busters on the West Coast
And then to say the least
I see a few trick ass niggaz layin low on the East Coast
And the question is asked
Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz
I'll be the first one to him em
Oh yeah, f*ck B.G. Knocckout and every nigga down with him
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer
And I steal a half, motherf*cker cuz it's like that
Chorus: 1/2
Verse Three: Kurupt, Daz
There's so many motherf*ckers that I can include
Whose quick to blast motherf*ckers in a feud
It doesn't make a difference, cuz it's about
who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence
For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
Assume, it's only for conversation, so let's
conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip
Empty out the clip
Mind on stead-trip, cuz niggaz talk sh!t
Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?
And if I was in your shoes, would I survive?
Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go pop
Now drop, to your knees
And picture Dat Nigga Daz (flowin) flowin in the breeze
Chorus
Outro:
From the twitch of the eyes
You can see the line, just know it when you see it
Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know
And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine
Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so
sh!t-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy
In the way like a stray dog
Trying to climb, every b!tch on his arm
sh!t-blockers, come in every color
Even blue, now this is true
Trying to f*ck your woman, and even you
Now what the f*ck would you do, motherf*cker?
*singing* What would you do? Mmm.
What would you do? What would you do?
What would you do?
If you could get with me and my crew
The weak ones stick and move
What would you do, if you could get, with my crew?
Why don't you tell me what
tell me what you would do? If you could get with
The weak ones stick and move
What would you do, if you could get, with my crew?
me and my crew, with me and my crew
What would you do? What would you do?
What would you do, if you could get, with my crew?
What would you, what would you do
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would you do?
Would you get caught with your pants down?
What would you do?
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would you do?
Would you get caught with your pants down?
What would you do?
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would you do?
If you get caught with your pants down?

[chen zhen]

this one is also great

[Daz]
Yeah..
'Pac, Dat Nigga Daz (yeah) Kurupt
All up in this b!tch

[Intro]
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)
Don't stop..
Don't stop..

[Spoken over Intro]
Keep it goin, got my nigga Slip Capone
Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there
Niggaz get around these backwoods
Get around they mommas, pull up they pants
hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!

[Daz]
Who mashes with the crazy, illest niggaz in town? (I do)
Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
It's about time the mashin is arrived
I take you on a mission, be on a mission, I'm packin steel
Steadily givin these niggaz no passes on livin (no passes)
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box niggaz twice my size, I bust wit a fo'-five
Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
as just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous
Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss
Biatch! (yeah)

[2Pac]
Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha)
I give a f*ck, what you thought, or who you brought witchu?
(Bad Boy killer) A Bad Boy killer, Biggie annihilator
They wonderin why he breathin, but b!tches is dyin later (ahh)
Better laugh now, then cry when I come to get you
I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue
On some loco sh!t (loco), my pistol smoke yo' sh!t (smoke)
Let's go for dolo BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' sh!t
Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis
It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah)
Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt
Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt
I hit the funeral and busted his folks
and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke
Don't stop, keep goin

[Chorus]
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)

[Kurupt]
Well it's that seventeen shot glock c0cker, the block rocker (fool)
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper
Finally televised - Kurupt, Daz reside (resides)
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest MC across the globe, Kurupt Capone
(That's that nigga) I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin for the poetical Satan?
Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program, I'm the Man like Meth
(I'm the man nigga) I don't trust ya (I don't)
The second I get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags

[Chorus]
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*)
Don't stop, don't stop

..
Let the speakers bump - BIATCH! (let the speakers bump)
For everybody out there that got the humps in they Jeep
Big Suburbans, they Lexuses, they Beemers
We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this
for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood
Turn it up, check it out

[Daz]
They claim to be down, they say they down (man f*ck you man)
Number one..

[Kristoffer]

what's the name of those tracks chen?

[chen zhen]

1: What Would U Do?-Tha Dogg Pound (from the Sunset Park soundtrack 1994)
2: Don't Stop - 2pac & Tha Dogg Pound

[Starchaser107]

I remember when that (what would u do) came out.
anybody know whats hot in the west coast now?
the big push seems to be east coast. new talent everywhere.
and down south.

[chen zhen]

read this article, its really depressing:

--
"Eastsidaz say snoop owes them $1 mil and his security shot at them"

allhiphop.com

A rift has opened between Snoop Dogg and his one time protege's, Tha Eastsidaz. According to the group, Snoop never paid the group royalties on two platinum selling records.

The group alleges that after they hired accounting firm Moss Adams LLP, the same accounting firm that Snoop uses, they discovered that they were owed in excess of $1 million dollars.

"I won't allow nobody to take my hard earned money," Big Tray Dee said. "If you want to take something, let's go head up and winner take all."

The group said that they were given a royalty rate of 2 percent and when they confronted Snoop about the unpaid money, he allegedly claimed that no money was made on their self titled debut and the follow up, Duces 'N' Trayz...The Old Fashioned Way.

After the audit, The Eastsidaz allege they found that Snoop had charged them $142,000 for two gold chains worn during the "G'd Up" music video.

The group claims the chains were gifts and that ten other people were given chains as well.

On August 6, 2001, Tray Deee wrote a letter asking for the unpaid royalties. He said that he received a response from the law firm of Leibowitz, Roberts & Ritholz, stating that all of the royalties were given to Snoop Dogg.

In November of 2001, The Eastsidaz and their manager Terry Carter met with Snoop at his Dogg House Studio.

During the meeting the group alleges that they explained to Snoop how they trusted him and that Snoop himself had been cheated out of royalties while working for Death Row Records.

Tray Dee maintains that Snoop agreed to give Tha Eastsidaz their own record label to release their third album through TVT Records and that Snoop would contribute three songs to the album at no cost.

The Eastsidaz say that they are still waiting for Snoop and claim that his silence is "an attempt to sabotage Tha Eastsidaz project."

Earlier this month the group says Tray Dee went to Snoop's house to return the gold chains and to again ask for the back royalties.

According to the group, security was alerted and Snoop "ran out the back door, hopped the fence, fell, busted his lip and ran into the mountains. The security guards opened fire on Tray Deee and left the premises before police could arrive, leaving Snoop alone on the mountain."

"Let's show the fans who you really are," Tray Dee continued. "Quit running like a coward behind your
security."
-----

hell, why is tha bigg snoop actin like a biatch these days? i respect him less & less. +, that Tray Deee is no-one to f*ck wit, hes a f*cking dangerous mutha:eek:

edit:
another news update:
"Apparently Snoop struck out for the summit this morning but weather conditions rapidly worsened - now he's stuck on the mountain side with limited food and oxygen. Rescuers can't reach him in present conditions.

Everyone is hoping the storm will pass and that snoop will last the night but it doesn't look good."

:D:D OMGU, snoop is a bigg puss:p
go Tray Dee, keep it gangsta! dodge them bullets:cool:

[Starchaser107]

It's only depressing if youre a snoop fan

[chen zhen]

I only like his 1992-96 work. Tray Deee & Goldie Loc is MUCH better rappers than him (compared to how snoop is now),they have a lot better flow & lyrics. + they keep it real. those are some of the best West Coast rappers. just sad their potential isnt reached, also because of snoops bad job as a CEO over DoggHouse Records.

[Kristoffer]

Snoop is still a pretty good rapper, not the best by far but what he lacks in skillz he takes up with character n image. He's just so cool. This **** makes him look like a big conjo

[chen zhen]

his image is still fake though, and his rapping-style is getting old. it made him known in 93 because it was new, never heard before. but he should make some new nuances to his game, + keep it real wit his homies.
and i think that what made Doggystyle so known back then was the dope Dre/Daz/Soopafly-produced tracks, which really was what made it a hit. he lacks good producers, so his last albums (from 97-03) has not been very good. and now hes desperate enough to make stuff wit the Neptunes, Chingy, 50, Limp Bizkit..:rolleyes:... & Justin Timberlake!:eek::(

that is what i think of snoop these days.

peeb this interview
http://www.rapindustry.com/crooked_i_interview.htm
to see what the (maybe) next big Westcoast thang will be.

[chen zhen]

An ill Crooked-I freestyle from the^ interview:

(this guy can win the west if he just gets his album out:mad: )

[chen zhen]

Gangsta Rap -Dogg pound feat. Crooked-I


[Crooked I]
Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go
I'm from a long lost tribe called "F*ck a Hoe"
Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it's too heavy
Well for you suckers that's the ceiling
A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb
Speak to ya double O.G., that's where good game come from
Dogg Poundin

{*music starts*}

[Kurupt]
Six strait, six fo', L co's, missed it
Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it
The people of the side for the urban
I like to work for top, or make 'em work it

[Daz]
Whattup?! I see my niggaz all in the cut
Layed back, actin a nut, waitin 'til we 'rupt
No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust
Let us do what we gotta do, it's f*ckin it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone
All alone roamin the neighborhood high and blown
High stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me
(f*ck y'all) In actuality they face the technicality
(whattup dawg?) Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy
(hell yeah) On site a nigga die for the salary (boo-ya!)
We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk
and we do what we do after dark (yeah!)

[Chorus: Kurupt]
This is for the ballers - gangsta rap
What all the hoes love - gangsta rap
What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You could do what you want to - gangsta rap
Yeah, this is for the ballers - gangsta rap
What all the hoes love - gangsta rap
What the hoppin six-fo's do - gangsta rap
You could do what you want to - gangsta rap

[Crooked I]
Nigga, I buy new blocks for war
A few shots, a broad, that make you drop
Then I'ma pop two cops or more
I'm too hot, come through wit two proper wh0res
Playin Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks the Lord
Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train
wearin a platinum chain striked with thang
It's the youth game, doin it big
You don't like it, you and yo' kid get you and the whip, b!tch
Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships
Then shapeshift yo' facial "Matrix" like a facelift
So face it, y'all ain't nuttin to see
Ain't a nigga dead or alive who f*ckin wit me
Keep the Death Row chains out
My left (?) connect so hard your head blow
Now let's blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to warn ya
Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya (?), nigga

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'
Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin off ya clothes
All I really wanna do is stick a d!ck up in you
So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?
.. We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillin
Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga
It ain't nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)
Never slippin d!ck nigga, to the West then took it straight
"This kid's a psycho gramma!" F*ck a hoe cous'
Took it, what it is, what it was
Blood, nigga what it is, what is was
My niggaz, California nigga what it is
F*ck the rap game if you can't pay mayne
Obsessed with the West (West coast!), rack 'em shells
And we started off the motherf*ckin multi-platinum sales
Biatch!

[Chorus 2X]

[Kurupt]
Gangsta rap.. gangsta rap
Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap

[Crooked I]
Yeah, two gangstas from radio
Kurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I
.. Biatch! Uhh!
---


now watch this, i already said it:

[chen zhen]

Theze Dayz lyrics:
(a slow pazed track, just so u know)
[Nate Dogg]
(Chorus) x2
These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin ain't nobody got my back
these days you gotta be down
who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound

I believe I got good skills
we been makin music since we were kids
thats all I wanna do, for life
keepin it real until the day I die
obstacles get in my way
continue to mash and dont forget to pray
I keep my hand on my steel
because I love my life and I always will
whatever people say to me
I take it in stride I'm thinkin negro please
if you really dont know me
then you best back up, I suggest strongly
they started this DPG
until the day I D-I-E
for my L-I-F and E
no matter where I look thats all I see
and I know...

(Chorus) x2

Many niggaz cling to me
I think its because they see me on BET
cuz everybody knows my name
all the police think I'm serving cane
jealous niggaz call us out
but I dont worry long as I hear their mouths
if ever they decide to kill
you better be prepared because I know I will
I think I can guarantee
you dont wanna be standin next to me
before my final curtain call
I forsake save hen and wont be long
so if we bump hits in the streets
or even at some party
you niggaz really can't see me
my request is that you stop trying
before I let go...

Chorus x2

[Daz]
Everyday, the 45 stays I'm jackin for whoever
I bustin takin now bowin down never
gotta watch my back for these coppers
as well as these niggaz that I kick it with
they stick you faster than these b!tches will
since I'm pimpin everybody wants my riches
and I can't keep the Don from buying weed actin everytime
I smoke constantly and can't flinch me
from commitin the murders so I chill and puff the herb
who gots my back nobody
little John Gotti's layin niggaz down at the homey's party
all be goin crazy I guess we are bein who we are
really say the nigga gotta be a star
I gots to get mine and if I blast then its my destiny
if I die then it was meant to be intentionally
worry stressin I'm guessin no confession
when the murder take place set yourself protection

Chorus x4 to fade

[Starchaser107]

the freestyle was incredible , crook and the other guy spit terror.
they both deserve mad props and more recognition.
but the only problem i see is that they should be more active in searching for a deal to break through, they have crazy talent, but they're stuck on htis stupid coastal mentality. it's getting them nowhere fast.

[chen zhen]

its coz the deal Suge gave them was "an offer u cant refuse". the deal was so good that they couldnt do anything but sign.

that freestyle was a part of an interview wit crook, the full interview is here:

[Starchaser107]

i'd be leary of anything suge offerered.

Big Fat F@**0t

[chen zhen]

download the interview, man! interesting ****!:mad:

[Starchaser107]

you're right it was interesting, he has quite some personality about him, and n!gg@ got jokes.

"they call me crooked eye, cause when i was a kid somebody stabbed me in the eye with a pencil, I just recently did an operation to get that S#it fixed..."

:p

[chen zhen]

aint that right, he seems like a nice guy, wit a great personality. he doesnt seem doped like Snoop & his fam:D

oh, & btw:

[Starchaser107]

daz needs a better graphic artist to hook him up.

[Kristoffer]

lol
sure do

[chen zhen]

it wasnt him who made it, someone wrote the text over the original picture. & that pic is actually from his time on Tha Row, lol.



speaking of Row, they have lotsa great videos on their site, just scroll down here:
http://www.deathrowrecords.net/1/modules.php?name=Content&pa=showpage&pid=12

but it really makes me sad seeing Gotti right next to Suge "Fat Albert" Knight.:(

[Starchaser107]

Lil' Flip Lyrics

The Way We Ball Lyrics



Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
Ah ha, Houston, Texas (This is the way we ball)
Ah ha (This is the way we ball)
(This is the way we ball)

[Chorus]
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)

[Verse One]
I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king
Brand new piece, same byzentine
I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream"
I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green
I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories
I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me
The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring
The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda *****
But that's another story, let's get back to the topic
Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets
We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it
If you see it and want it, buy it, own it
This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we ball

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows
I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold
I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck
I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts
I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups
I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks
And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game
And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane
And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain
And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain
And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth
And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp
If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert
Swangas on my ****zeel, platinum in my grizzeel
Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel
I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell
Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel
Now you see we ball, now you see we rich
I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click
I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes
I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua
So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R
MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car

[Chorus]

[Starchaser107]

DIRTY : HIT DA FLOE

[Big Pimp]
I know that y'all feel me now
Since we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's ****ed back then it's gone fly
Put it on boss, so I won't lie
I used to be young but I'm grown now
Hit a few licks, so we known now
Kicked a little south, so it's on now
Do what you gotta when you broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole thang
How we get here, see we drove man
Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We rollin' for sho'
We got the wood smellin like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them blowed
I'm dropping straight game just to put them in
Could've been
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen before
I know you love it when I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I keep Optimos
We had to Gump locked when we dropped “On Them Vogues”
And the south don't stop till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle
So if you don't know you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again, like I said it before

Chorus (4X)
When them Dirty Boys drop
Better hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy

[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making you jump
Off of every word that I spit out
You know them boys from the slum
They carry big pumps and ready to bomb
Off everything that's in our way now
Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose
Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there that's trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no more
We left for a while, but now we back on your block
Locking it down because we opened up shop
You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving them ****ed
And every thug that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me
Now what y'all know bout Mr. G
Much love to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea
I know a lot of y'all out there envy me
That's all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be more concerned
With making your own
Plus a little skeeting up stone
But let it alone
Cause it ain't nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all know when you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe

Chorus

[Big Pimp]
Now what y'all think we been doing brah
Sittin at home
Eatin snacks, getting fat
We been in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we fell out
You need to worry bout y'all own **** house
While you're always trying to worry bout ours
Saying “Where the Pimp, where the G
I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all last cd”
Look at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too much if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys
Let me ask you a question
You remember my 'Lac
The green one that I had with my name in the back
Why you won't tell me
Hell who stole that
You pulling everything else out your hat
See most of y'all started rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade
And I don't give a **** what none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get paid
So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Dirty Boys coming back through this town
And we won't stop till we shut it down
So if you didn't know you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again like I said it before
When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the floe

Chorus

[chen zhen]

Soopafly: Like It Or Not lyrics:


Verse 1:

It's been a while since I seen you smile
It's been a minute since I been up in it
But who can say, the sky's the limit
I seen a pretty bad woman, made me stop and pivot
Body, hair, face, nails lookin' so exqusite
Now what is it
That a pimp who never sent the key tip to the game
Now when I jump skip, a you could find me

'I am the one, blazin'
Stayin' high, Soopafly is so amazin'
I'm your baby
The penny a what the gold weighs in
Pimpin' from black, white, Puerto Rican, and asian'

Now welcome back, now wave yor hands if your feeling that
Gettin' down, smoking a pound with the mini stack
Back up, I creep up on them till they crack up
Take my time, movin' in slow but never slack up
Baby was serving me but couldn't keep the knack up
Upset cause she was drinkin' all my yack up

'Like splittin' a blunt, for you a what you want
Women don't have to front, I bid from once a month'

Three times a find ??? with Ginuwine ability to keep it coming
Now when your butt's running I'll be there to get ya (ahhh)
I play like Kodak and get the picture
I'm all down for stickin' but I can't kick it with ya
So what's poppin', you walkin', or the boots knockin'
Yeah I hear you talking girl, but I'm only down for one option

Hook:

We can f*ck around a little, gettin' down a little, roll around the town a little
Or we can f*ck around a lot, let me hit the spot, tell me if you like it or not
repeat
La la, la la la la, la la la la, la la la la la
repeat

Verse 2:

I stepped in the club lookin' dippa dap
Soopafly the pimp rapper, unique with heat like the gun clapper
Comin' out the cut, from the root, and done with laughter
Quite exquisite, I make the ladies come and pay a visit

'What is it you need, baby the weed
Baby got enough to carry the feed, baby now take heed baby'

I f*ck around with top notch, top ho's
Ho's with top clothes, money hungry now stop ho
Just because I walk in the club don't mean I'm spending a dub on you

This money's mine, think I'm actin' funny fine
I can lay back and sip the wine
She's down, you can tell her for real, I work for mine
You confused

'What can't you find, feelin' past your prime ??? your time away
Given the time of day'

Whoever can display the sweet smooth array
Soopafly will never pay, make 'em say hey hey hey
Get enhanced, to get to know me you take a chance
Tree by my top, leave or

'We can f*ck around for a minute or two'
To get with you is like I'm
'feelin' it, dealin' it'
And later on I'm
'killin' it'

Baby told me her clit was like ice so let me chill on it
Hit that p*ssy until it was blue, had her crip walkin'
Knocked her ass out no doubt, no more sh!t talkin
Who can deny that Soopafly was at your door knockin'

'Let me in'

You can even invite your friends, but this sh!t costs baby (costs baby)
Don't get lost baby (don't get lost baby)
I'm only here for the cash it's not for you
I wanna keep it true, like a nigga supposed to do

Hook

Verse 3:

Now would the game be different or the same
If I surcame the temptation to play a ho
Kick it in to lay a ho
What that for, hell motherf*ckin' no
Give them money that's mine, hell motherf*ckin' no
Ho gotta pay me to play it, let alone lay it
Just because I'm runnin' this town you picked the wrong mayor
Couldn't even get me to pitch in on a telly
Askin' from me, ha ha I broke her down like R. Kelly
I said, no no no no no no no, no no no no no no no (everybody)
no no no no no no no, no no no no no no no
Not even cheeseburgers
no
Didn't know that Soopafly can sing, shinin' like these diamond rings
Who keeps bringing the heat
Who dropped her off in the street
Who rock it unique
Who popped the soft in the freak
Whoever it be

'Livin' in the world ??? probably'

It's definately livin' the dream, definately you could check the means
Why I don't pay
Aint no limit to tellin what Soopafly might say (might say)

Hook
---
& a Daz interview from WCRydaz.com
http://www.wcrydaz.com/interviews/daz.shtml

he reeeally hate kurupt still. i also heard the audio to the interview, he sounds hella stoned

[chen zhen]

eeww, i really didnt need to see them like that:

( :eek::o)

[Starchaser107]

snoop needs to eat more fattening foods. the svelt look is not cutting it.

[chen zhen]

ye, maybe he should eat what his cousin eats, lol.

as is also evident here:

[Starchaser107]

http://images.art.com/images/PRODUCTS/large/10033000/10033268.jpg

pac was a skinny little dude too but ever since he went to jail and started hanging with suge , the results speak for themself.
maybe snoop has something to learn from the row afterall.

[chen zhen]

true dat^

now, Kurupt's famous diss towards the west:

Calling Out Names

[intro]

Sup fred?
Gangsta sh!t
West coast...

[verse one]

Niggas with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
Infected selected neglected ejected
And next time ya hit the west
You could best believe, believe the best, mothaf*ck the rest
What you supposed to be snatchin’?
You comin’ to a world of punctured hearts and jackin’
Lethal illegal overseein’ the [??] be like seagulls
Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles
The end of the sequel
I’m the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And i’mma start callin’ y’all b!tch niggas by name:

Mothaf*ck D
Mothaf*ck M
Only X I know is Xzibit & RBX
Extraordinary, trynna snatch my b!tch
You can have the b!tch, two b!tches gettin’ rich
Just to come to the west coast and get stripped down
Beat to death and stripped, all over a b!tch
Now it’s 50 mc’s that ain’t worth sh!t
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love new york, but the niggas that represent, y’all ain’t sh!t new york
They actin’ like a b!tch new york
Buckshot, noreaga, jigga - cool
Canibus, wu-tang, my niggas - cool
Def squad and defjam, but f*ck ja rule
Irv gotti I can’t wait for raekwon to break fool
Trynna sign daz, nigga daz ‘ll sign you
And when you hit the west, this is what we gon’ do:

Get y’all niggas, slap y’all niggas like b!tches
Dippin’ through the ‘hood on switches
I just bought me a cadillac last week
Wit’ a new b!tch since my old b!tch tweaked
Naw homeboy, the game just ain’t the same
If you wanna know, kurupt said it, and I’m callin’ out names

[break]

*scratching* "never did like him"
"you know what? " *scratching* "f*ck, f*ck, f*ck all ya’ll"

[chorus: kurupt, xzibit, dr. dre]

"it’s for my niggas and my b!tches,
My b!tches and all my niggas, my niggas and
My b!tches, my b!tches and all my niggaaaass!"

Callin’ out names!

(now if it wasn’t for the west,
These rap niggas wouldn’t need a vest around they chest)

<it’s like this and like that!>

(now if it wasn’t for the west,
These rap niggas wouldn’t need a vest around they chest)

<it’s like this and like that!>

[verse 2]

I don’t give a f*ck
Catch me in da ‘hood all blue chucks, gangbanged the f*ck out cuz
Only thing I'd like to ryde ruff is eve
And all the rest of y’all niggas who ryde ruff get these
I’mma tell you one mo’ time and I won’t say it again
Kurupt said it mothaf*cka from beginnin’ to end
You salamander-ass caterpillar-ass mothaf*cka
Fake-ass busta-ass fake killa motha*ucka
If it wasn’t for the west,
These rap niggas wouldn’t need a vest for they chest
Quoted from a f*cka homie x
The lox y’all my mothaf*ckas, can’t forget ya’ll
And that’s spoken on from the mothaf*ckin dogg
All the rest of ya’ll, tell ya like this
Eat a fat d!ck b!tch
I’m callin out names!

[break]

f*ck ruff ryder
f*ck the firm
f*ck belly

Kurupt says f*ck ‘em

[chorus]

Nigga, now if I didn’t say yo name, then this ain’t for you
But if you try to speak then i’mma peel the paint for you
I cause brain tumors, thinkin’ of a thought to think
Lettin’ off caliber’s ‘til the chamber need to be changed
Empty out, simply don’t tempt me,
I empty out until everything in this mothaf*cka’s gone
I empty house off of empty rounds
Now what the f*ck you gotta say?
What the f*ck you wanna see? the homie’s on my k
I never worry ‘bout none of y’all so why now?
I run it through and this is how you do it dogg pound (roof!)
The gang, we master blast and maintain
Weed money cocaine got us all insane
B!tch niggas remember even though the times may change
I want kurupt said it nigga, and I’m callin’ out names

[break]
*scratching* "never did like him"
"you know what? " *scratching* all ya’ll! "f*ck, f*ck, f*ck all ya’ll"

[chorus: kurupt, xzibit, dr. dre]

"it’s for my niggas and my b!tches,
My b!tches and all my niggas, my niggas and
My b!tches, my b!tches and all my niggaaaass!"

West coast! bout time!

(now if it wasn’t for the west,
These rap niggas wouldn’t need a vest around they chest)

Let’s start!

<it’s like this and like that!>

Coasta’ nigga!

(now if it wasn’t for the west,
These rap niggas wouldn’t need a vest around they chest)

Holla at’cha boy? on the west coast? get at me homie!

<it’s like this and like that!>

(now if it wasn’t for the west,
These rap niggas wouldn’t need a vest around they chest)

<it’s like this and like that!>

[Starchaser107]

check out sexy girls thread and look at the new guys post.

[chen zhen]

i have;)

[Starchaser107]

I'll give you sum Elephant Man tour while he was in Guyana.

edit: mnn sorry i dont have it.

[chen zhen]

wtf u talkin about cuz:D

[Starchaser107]

Elephant Man is a Jamaican Entertainer. I got pics in my e-mail of when he was on tour.
erm...

thats pretty much it, i thought i had it but i deleted it.

oh , check out the pbs thread in main board if u like it has an interesting discussion between myself and chang style , also master killer and gene make appearances.

[chen zhen]

hmm ok. ill check later. now ill go train a bit.

also gene? the dr dre of KFO? hehe.. he aint around that much, but he speaks real **** mostly. hope he does now too.

[Kristoffer]

There's a Gene lovers thread in the magazine board :D

[CaptinPickAxe]

Yo...put one up an' shackle me, knock clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative med platoon bloom head trip split ridiculous
fathom the splicing of first generation ****-up
wit' trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paced me game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
Took an early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
if you'd stop following me 'round the jungle gym
Now it's honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teeming resonance
I promise tempest-tossed breed with a leaning conscious
In a creed acts since responsive my sports divorce the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) yeah the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags to rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
(You won't be laughing!)
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them an' forgot 'em
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down

-Aesop Rock "Daylight"
LIVE in Austin, Tx Nov23, 2003 @ Emos.

[Starchaser107]

sounds furious, i like , is that hip hop or rock?

[chen zhen]

There's a Gene lovers thread in the magazine board

hell naw!:D fo real?

[chen zhen]

2pac -Got My Mind Made Up feat. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman

{Verse One: Daz}

You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin motherf*cker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
Finally realizing who the f*ck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
Breakin in gas with the six - eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...

{Verse Two: Tupac}

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
We must be based on nothin better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
I'm bustin and makin motherf*ckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the b!tch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest f*ckin rhyme I wrote
Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

{Chorus: Method Man}

I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)
Get in get in too {get on it}
Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
Get in get in too
Let it ride... tonight's tha night

{Verse Three: Kurupt}

Well I comes through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my f*ckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, sh!t's evading the x - rays
Sending young motherf*ckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherf*ckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha f*ckin bom - bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

{Verse Four: Method Man}

F*ck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin up {jews} wit german {lugers}
The Mr. Meth - Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess - age don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket - blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine - Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherf*ckin mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

{Verse Five: Redman}

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
Non - believers get my d!ck and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, sh!t I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock b!tch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from tha rear block
To bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee. 45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels)
West, list this, this, this...

[Starchaser107]

I loved that song , I still listen to the all eyez on me album...

it's an original..on Cassette , better believe it.

[chen zhen]

ye, its great. one of the first west/east collabos between some of the best MC's.
& wit Daz on the keyboard, it has that laid back dogg pound-sound he was known for back then.

simply superb.

[chen zhen]

Big Pimpin' -Tha Dogg Pound featuring Big Pimpin, Nate Dogg, Snoop Doggy Dogg.

from Above The Rim Soundtrack

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass c0ck
My d!ck kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey Style who I ain't seen in a while
b!tch near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so I'm f*cked up two
seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
Bailed back in the crib (For what?) Because I'm all-in
Conversated then I dug the hoe out
I fixed me some food, then go the hell out
Two A.M. on the dizot, I pause and I stizop
I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked
Now I'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and I'm feelin alright
Four A.M. as I stoll back to my crib
to see what's with my woman and my newborn kid
[Kurupt]
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!
[Nate Dogg]
I was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Now do I love them hoes? (hoz: HELL NAW!)
And why is that? (hoz: Because you're Snoop Doggy Dogg!)
(hoz: And you never gave a f*ck about a b!tch;
cause to you, b!tches ain't sh!t but hoes and tricks)
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah
Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo'
Hoppin like a motherf*cker tryin to find a hoe
Hittin all the spots but I'm comin up blank
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I
puts my nine double-M to my side, as I
continue with my mission
P*ssy is my dish and I'm fishin, wishin
upon a star, to come up on some ends
but she caviar, and I let her bet her p*ssy
so I can get my pimp on
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone
[Big Pimpin]
I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights
and the b!tch didn't freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun
and the p*ssy didn't drip, smell, or run
as she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
for I have yet not got a refill, for her
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a hoe
Dead presidents still getting their f*ck on
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
that gets sucked, ALL day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine
Yeah my hoe brings me mine
For like she says she does
And I believed her when I accept it
Yeah I got pimp bones in my body
and I rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body

[Starchaser107]

Talk Like Sex Lyrics
Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo (Buy Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo CDs)
Streets Of New York
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"Can't ya diggit Honey?"
"Rated XXX"

For the ladies one hundred and ninety five pounds of beef
*****y eyes curly hair and gold teeth
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
i'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
fillin' all three holes just like bowlin'
Don't ask me what the price is
but it's more than your battery-operated devices,
And I come fully equipped,
with a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip,
For demonstrations, watch me slam her,
you'll notice the sound of steady poundin',
Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can't cop out,
i'm poundin' ya down until your eyeballs pop out,
I'm not your ordinary player,
because you'll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya,
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
or get sent right through it,
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em,
not gentle when I stick 'em, huh,
I'll leave 'em lookin' like a rape victim,
any girl who steps to it,
Ends up gettin' their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart,
i do a **** good job,
That's why -
Chicks are on my **** like a human shish kebab

Only nineteen and over permitted,
no matter how much young girls wanna be with it,
You ain't ready for the bed,
you still got a ***** like Isaac Hayes' head,
Come back in five years,
when ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinkin' beers,
I'm hittin' hookaz by the dozen,
makin' ya wetter 'cause I **** better than your husband,
Givin' ya girl back spasms,
cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm,
Change the sheets? Ya must be kiddin',
ya gotta change the whole box spring,
I ain't bull****tin', you get hit with hysteria,
cause I'ma bury a big one inside your private area,
All hell is in your tush,
when Kool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush,
Anotha homegirl flinches,
but I got inches for all you lil' wenches,
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X,
An' I'ma talk like sex
Rated XXX

"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"

Some say that I'm nasty plus,
hookaz are mad because they can't outlast me,
Girl, you ain't too small,
cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all,
So if you're still confused when I'm screwin',
let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin',
Exploring your body like a biologist,
inventin' new ways just like a scientist,
Taggin' my name on your buns just like a printist,
while I'm hurtin' your ass just like a dentist,
You're so wild I feel like I'm a zoologist,
stretchin' your **** more than a gynecologist,
I'm gonna twist your ass to death, miss,
and when you ****, you'll see more stars than an astrologist,
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin' *****,
far from corny, come and jump on me,
I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall,
i drive the ass up the wall,
Nuts and everything are well in shape,
the only thing missin' on my **** is a cape,
Let's get togetha, honey, ya never know what's next,
and I'ma talk like sex,
Rated XXX

"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"

Big girls try to squash me,
but I think with my ****, honey, so come and brainwash me,
Hit the sack cause I ain't jokin',
cause when I start pumpin' **** up, I leave it smokin',
So ya betta hold on tight all right,
cause my **** is a brown stick of dynamite,
A stick, a trick, and it kills her,
i'm probably related to Long Dong Silver,
But it gets gooder and gooder,
every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter,
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip,
cause the only thing I'm lickin' is your ass with a whip,
And it's a real freaky scene,
i'm hittin' girls with their heads in a guillotine,
Why certainly I'm squirtin',
bust your nut and get up and wipe my **** on your curtain,
Pushin' your head to the pillow,
and givin' more pleasure than a double-headed *****,
A big ass gives me a *******,
but I **** *****es with titties like Dolly Parton,
Time or place doesn't matter to me, sweety,
i'll **** you on the "A" train while I write graffiti,
In a restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven,
in a cab or the back of 7-11,
Whether you're white and the music you like is rock,
you can come and get some hip-hop ****,
Consider this **** on your clitoris,
but never try to flex, cause I'ma talk like sex

[chen zhen]

2Pac Thug Passion lyrics

{Intro: 2Pac}

Aight, new drink
One part alazhay one part chrystal
Thugs Passion baby
Y'all know what time it is
This drink is Gauranteed to get the p*ssy wet and the d!ck hard
Now if ya with me
Pour a glass and drink with a nigga
Know what I mean ?
I ain't trying to turn you all niggas into alcholics
Alcholics (ha ha)
I'm just trying to turn you into muthaf*ckin thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion Baby

{Verse One: Dramacydal}

I could pull out the drink
And be good 'till it's relavent but
I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga
Like its Heaven sent
Tripping over dead presidents
They got these derelicts
I throw was down with this business
Tryin' clown and get a cent
And so rather
Than stand forever, been thinking
Drinking over a felony
And hell of me and how it will be some other sh!t
People telling me to cool out
But they ain't feeling me
A mutha f*ckin fool 'bout
My f*ckin cheddar cheese
And it pleases, passion of mine
Thuggin huggin plenty of G's
And laughing while I pass through times
And all thes back stabbers be watchin
Just keep it plain
I'm a keep it the same partner
Just take it the simple game
I can pinkle with the rain twinkling
Diamonds and thangs go plinklin
Enough to hold me, til' I'm, old and wrinklin
And These adversaries
They gonna have to be worrying
Cuz I'm a be illing
Fufillin my Passion
Till I'm burryin'
My Thug Passion

{Chorus: Jewell}

I heard it's the bomb
And you got it going on
Give me some of your Thug Passion Babby
You got me dripping wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your Thug Passion Babby
Owwowwwowwww

{Verse Two: Dramacydal}

Now what if me
Turn this Henessee
Into a robbery
The Prophecy probably suddenly
Switch and How it supposed to be?
And Dirty money
Can't be evil cuz it's filling up my tummy see
Born in a position
Death collision
Was futuristic
Twisting riches
But there is only one way to make mo'
So I'm standing on the corner
Trying to hustle in the snow
And My bigga bro
Couldn't know
But buy a four four
Blasting at playa hating
Wantin' mo'
With a Thug Passion

{Verse Three: Dramacydal}

Putting down mashin'
Control by this Thug's Passion
Unlike them other bustas pistol blastin'
I'm asking, What Happened?
To the niggas who kept it real
Like they claim to
That's when I bang do
See thang true
Traveling this road my poor soul
Has been consolidated
With all this bullsh!t I done tolerated
How I made it
Can easily stated
It's like my heart be gripped with the Passion
To be the f*cking greatest
Load up and take sh!t

{Dramacydal}

Make this to some high dollar gangster sh!t
Jack a stack till we got enought bank to split

{Verse Four: Storm}

Creep with me
Through that Immortal flow
Thug Passion got you tremblin'
Like Death on the Row
Make your move
So I can throw your mind a curve
While i'll be blowin up tha scene
Like my nigga Mr. Herb
Take a toke
As your heart goes full arrest
I got tha bomb
So nigga, f*ck tha rest
Ya need a 3rd to get ya flowin'
And let that loc see smoke
Feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow

{Verse Five: 2Pac}

They say money don't make tha man
But d amn i'm makin' money
Observin' you muthaf*ckers
Cause some of you b!tches funny
Say you want it
But you bullsh!ttin'
Lickin' them lips
You got me about to act a fool quick
Sippin' on some Alazay and Cristal, meanwhile
Buy me a drink
And get to winking at me
She smiles
A niggas full of passion
Satisfaction is everlastin'
How does it feel ?
What i'm askin'
While i'm rubbin' on that ass
Why you laughin' ?
See, i'm diggin' as if i'm curious
Full blown and furious
Baby get a grip
When I be doin' this
It's so physical
My attraction
Driven by alchol
Beware of my reaction
Baby i'm born to ball
Thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize
And picture what I said so
Now you can feel it
It's a potion for my niggas in motion
Forever blastin'
B!tches ain't ready for this Thug Passion

{Chorus 4X}

[chen zhen]

Ridin' Slippin' and Slidin' -DPG

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Ahhhhhwww sh!t, f*ck!

It's a brand new day in the hood
It's money to make, and I'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good
It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll
And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome
If it's on it's on, I put down my gangsta hand
Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance
See I can put down like this, and you don't know why
Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die
How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street
I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched
But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind
Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time
Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back
Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac
Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib
I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit'
I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut

[Hook]
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Ran out a door my situation's back where I left
A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread
Don't get twisted for sh!t, see I be mashin on my own mission
Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin
I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough
And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough
Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style
True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down
Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move)
Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all the dough
Five pounds of coke, two pounds of ?
Now we baggin it up, and smokin all night long
I wanna trip, then I didn't have no chip
And my pockets be short, and I started to trip
To maintain with no problem stopped by my b!tch house
She was poppin with them sales I don't play that sh!t (b!tch!)
and sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today
Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say

[Kurupt]
Well I got me a plot on the Westside on the town
With some mark ass niggaz from the other side (yeah let's put it down)
Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true indeed we see
the layout down, as we proceed
Two in the front, three in the back, about to make niggaz collapse
C0cked back the strap two minutes before the jack
takes place now we face to face and I'm in the mood
for a murder, so I'm all for the do low and you know
The chances, advances stages
Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady
To my lady, what I'ma do is mine for my loot
with the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two
When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip
Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip
I gotta make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness
niggaz here to lick and got paid, b!tch

[Hook]
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
I don't trust a b!tch, so f*ck a b!tch
What's the function, what's the game
All abord, the cavi train
All you busters, riding round
You don't wanna, see the Pound

[Kristoffer]

I'll try downloadin it

[chen zhen]

oh, didnt think u would do that. i could recommend some better ones then. just holla & ill give u some good ones.

N

[Kristoffer]

didn't find it.
u can always write some tarcks n I'll search for em. I'm always lookin for good music

[Kristoffer]

'tracks'

[chen zhen]

pick up the album "Dogg Food" by the Dogg Pound. its my favourite rap cd. the best thing outta the death row other than 2pac All Eyez On Me imo.

N

[Kristoffer]

dogg food, is it old?

[chen zhen]

1995. younger than chronic & doggystyle, but older then All Eyez.
its the only one available in skandinavia.

[Kristoffer]

k

[chen zhen]

you can just download it.

hey, funny thread here, by youknowwho:D
FUCC EVERYBODY, he sounds like me, lol (http://www.dpgrecordz.com/gangstaville//showthread.php?s=&postid=453043#post453043)

[Kristoffer]

lol

if that's really him it's funny as hell

"ooofa oofa"

[chen zhen]

NWA -just dont bite it
---
Homeboy : godd@mn now lick my balls oh sh!t.
B!tch : You like that?
Homeboy : Put 'em off
B!tch : It's good?
Homeboy : Ouch sh!t godd@mn b!tch you bit' my d"ck sh!t I said suck the
mothaf*cka you're bitin' it sh!t!

Narrator : Has this ever happend to you?
Does her teeth get in the way while she's sucking your d!ck?
Does she know how to suck a d!ck?
Well I had that same problem until my b!tch went out and buy
NWA's new book entitled "The art of sucking d!ck".
b!tch : Lesson 1 - First you grab the d!ck, next you gently lick it up and down, then insert it into the mouth. Take it slow, don't rush
it, and before you know it ..
SPLASH!

Eazy E :

It goes one for the treble, two for the bass, She got nut all over her face
Kick kick it ...


Slow is the tempo, and Ren is gonna flow
As I produce and illustrate you to a ho'
Cought on the late night, Stampin' on the base-pipe
She's a hype to get you on the late flight
But back in school she was a cutie, yo
Then after graduation started givin' up the booty
In school, stuck her head in a feather
Every time I asked her what's the time
It was never ever what she would talk to the Ren I'm sayin'
I wanted a date, she would'nt even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the b!tch don't find me
Cuz she's got a gang o' kidz knuckle-heads and all dirty
And she's givin' pimp by a nigga that's 30
I saw her hangin' in the alley
Raggin' to her friends how she's ho'in' in de valley
All by herself, doin' on the whole strole
Commin' back home late night with the bankrob
You know a b!tch like that makes me sick,
But I've heard that she sucks a good d!ck

Chorus :
It's the world's biggest d!ck
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest d!ck
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it [yeaahh..]

At a high school dance -
Me and the niggaz bailed in
I saw her sittin' with her friends, With the clan,
So sexy, thought she was all that
She would'nt even look it up because we wore the black hat
She was a stuck-up b!tch on the public floor
But an instant prostitute behind closed doorz
On the streets she's a late night feature
Walkin' home from school saw her suckin' a nigga'z d!ck, another bleacher
She saw me and she ran and tried to hide her face
But a b!tch full of nut could'nt escape in the chase
A disgrace, If I ever ever saw her
There was'nt a nigga on the block
Late at night not gettin' done
So she begged me not to tell a soul
Then I said of course cuz my d!ck you it's harder than a telepole
Then again it don't concern me
Cuz there's a slight chance if I f*ck she might burn me
And then I might have to shoot de ho'
I mean checkin' with de quickness just to let her know
But to prevent from gettin' sick -
I would just prefer to let her come and suck my d!ck

Chorus :
It's the world's biggest d!ck
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest d!ck
Don't matter just don't bite it
But does she suck a good d!ck?
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it [yeaahh..]

Now I was at a club on a late late sunday
Peepin' at the b!tches 'till the next day monday
Had a couple of drinks, so I was feeling good
And suddenly I saw this b!tch who lives in my neighborhood
She went to church every week so now I locked her
She was at the end of the bar gettin' f*cked up
Back at the house she was b!tch n' be ignorin'
And when she start to talk the ho' was kinda borin'
Yo, but now I got to dawn, see
Now she's dancin' on the floor with a skirt and no panties on
Shakin' that ass like a salt shaker
I already got my plans -
Just while I'm a take her to a room
But yo I mean a rest room
And stick my d!ck in her mouth like a wet broom
So I grabbed her hand and she's with it
Oh and when she turned sobber should'nt have had admit it
So while she's dropped I'd better get it quick
And see for myself if she sucks a good d!ck ..

Chorus :
It's the world's biggest d!ck
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest d!ck
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
Lick de big d!ck, baby, I wanna f*ck this one
It's the world's biggest d!ck
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest d!ck
Don't matter just don't bite it
But does she suck a good d!ck?
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it
"So there you have it - a job well done, but for now let me get back to what
I was doing"
She swallowed it .. She swallowed it ..
Get it all baby, suck this d!ck, suck this d!ck for daddy
suck this diiiiiick
oh, she swallowed it .. get it all, suck this d!ck for daddy ..

Hey mothaf*ck, I want you to suck Dre's d!ck,
Then I want you to suck Yella d!ck
You already sucked Ren's d!ck ..

YOU BOYZ ARE DISGUSTING!
Just suck my d!ck b!tch

[chen zhen]

banging albums to check out:

Dogg Food. Classic. (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005AQG4/qid=1067963718/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-1148581-5669731?v=glance&s=music)

Dillinger & Young Gotti. the second & last dogg pound album. sadly. (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00005IBFR/qid%3D1067964150/sr%3D11-1/ref%3Dsr%5F11%5F1/102-1148581-5669731)

Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha. Kurupts best work, straight up. (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000028TWH/ref=pd_bxgy_text_1/102-1148581-5669731?v=glance&s=music&st=*)

R.A.W. Daz' best album, classic westcoast gangsta ****! (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00004Y6QA/qid=1067964306/sr=2-3/ref=sr_2_3/102-1148581-5669731)

[chen zhen]

anyone wanna d/l Gay-Z's next album?

do it here
http://pages.prodigy.net/blackmarket/

lol its not even in the stores yet, and its been leaked:p


(that **** is **** tho, dont bother if u hate him like i do)

[Starchaser107]

tnx 4 the link, It was ok.

I especially enjoyed "threat"

[chen zhen]

ATTN all: the link may have been put down. there was a 24-hour self-destruction mechanism in it:cool:

[chen zhen]

video wit one of the most irritating people in the rap game:D: