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ACTION BRONSON lyrics - Mr. Wonderful

Falconry

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Yo pass me the ball fool You better fuckin' pick me, ya Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit Fuckin' 360 on this pussy I don't give a fuck I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence No shoes on [Verse 1 - Action Bronson:] I know you see me on the TV, lookin' like a hunk of beef When I smile your baby mama shit her dungarees Somebody get the kid a deal he sound like me But nah, dunny don't get down like me The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch (Ah man there's so much fuckin' hash in this joint right now son) Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni I'm so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt With one arm shredded, and one arm missing Dog, I was born with Allah's vision I learned quick I couldn't follow suit Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup Now I'm sittin' in first class with a hard dick Listenin' to German guitar riffs, what a life I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park When they took the fucking blood from the mosquito with a dope needle Then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983 I popped out holdin' an iron with a visor on Yeah, uh huh Yo, the videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo Your ideas lack Adobo [Verse 2 - Meyhem Lauren:] Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks On the low like a whip without shocks I bag bitches in flocks Representative for everything official Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me I'm a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival Treat the last record I broke just like a rival Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane Never had a light fame, split the pipe cane It was written but I wrote it Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it Laurenovitch, yeah [Big Body Bes:] 3:36 in the morning Location: a drug infested area, Brooklyn, New York What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner With a Latin individual, corn rows, foamposites; All sorts of a felony in his waist But who are you? She only loves me when I'm naked

Checkmate

CYPRESS HILL "IV"
[Sen Dog] Bout to mash these niggaz man Don't come in my backyard motherfucker Hahaha, B-Real and the DOG, motherfucker! Ha! Yeah Here we go y'all, that's the nigga head dog Lunatic smokin loops, loose in your sector Got my eye on em, on the apparatus like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it Anywhere you get it shit, and I'ma grab it Turn around stares to your face and I jab it Drop you, like one of those ill bad habits Hunt you, like a hillbilly huntin a rabbit Cuttin niggaz up like Muggs on the wheels for reals, penetentiary steel Pull heads to bed from the choke of a headlock Fadin baldheads to perms, even dreadlocks BWOY, rudebwoy with me style I can get foul or wild, or just cool for a while Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog (Checkmate fool!) Hang em high Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all (Checkmate fool!) Wherever the pawns fall * repeat 2X * [B-Real] Look look punk, every way you get shook To the pawn, takin out the rook, off of the book Lights get tooken, taken you for Satan You can't breathe, no need to look up and see me The last hope, when you mellow you call whoever For the hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped to the letter, keepin your temperature down low What I reveal, the good shit to heal all souls Makin you roll late night, you trippin, my game's tight To the new shit I bring, never the same hype so PUSH THAT SHIT OFF, get up, don't let off No matter how much blood you spit up You could never be, fuckin with Greenthumb The outcome's specific, you spliff it, collapsed lung We hit hard, breakin your guard, you can't tell when the bells ring, bustin your shell, the pawn fell Chorus (Peek-a-Boo, you fuck you!) [Sen Dog] I'ma freak that funk yea slam it in the trunk I'ma kill all junk with the suicide clunk Ain't nobody came my way, talkin bout the Westside of L.A., so whatever punk-ass click you claim, you keep bumpin that shit and elevate your frame, cause I want that big-time, asshole, studio gangsta Worth a lot of shit, but that's not the main factor [B-Real] My nigga Sen's rollin again, remember when we rocked shows, battlin foes, the time's been long Strong with the styles, you ain't hear to win Like blood pourin out of the pen, the ink stains Slim chance if it gets in your brain, the hot flash got you heated with repeated attacks over the tracks Smack niggaz up, back niggaz up, hack niggaz up Jack niggaz up, hangin the wack niggaz up Snowball effect, we rollin the city limits Crushin the bitch-ass niggaz with all the gimmicks Chorus [Sen Dog] Checkmate fool!

Lay Low

SNOOP DOGG "Tha Last Meal"
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Tha Eastsidaz, Dr. Dre) [BEEP] [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the 'World's Most Dangerous Group' - N.W.A Ay, ay [Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' [Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimpin It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be [Chorus]

Nutz On Ya Chin

EAZY-E "Str8 Off Tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton"
One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes the Eazy to the other fuckin E playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't dance but could touch it so fuck it rappers want to dis I'm glad to see 'em cause I rip your fuckin face outta a magazine O.G. gangsta lean now after I shit your face wipes that ass clean now time to get tipsy and don't want a bitch if she can't rub the balls like a gypsy. Who's all in? Since you put yourself on my dick I put my nutz on ya chin... Muthaphukk whatcha heard I'm more than that a real nigga from the hood and I'm all that thick as a hicky a picky nigga fittin dickies with bitches strictly dick-ly many sets I rolled on and killed squeals that told on my homies they sold on don't ask Eazy shit it's still a hit iz a hit and a bitch iz a bitch hangin on my nutz like a hair strand hangin there with n'ear heart and n'ear plan ass out like a asshole runnin to my dick with a rhyme and a lasso again and again from beginning to end it's your nutz on my chin... You couldn't beat a minute of my ass if I gave you sixty seconds tick tock shit starts I start a steppin E to the muthaphukkin A to the muthaphukkin Z here's the Y here's the E here to stay after you when I'm through check me and Rodney King Fuck Tha Police part 2 now back to my friends nutz to ya nose to ya lips to ya chin real niggaz love us hussies never fuck us the roughest ruckas fingers couldn't touch us Eazy E's back again fuck waitin' for a payday get an A.K. everyday is a blast yeah blast a nigga fast knock his ass get all the cash Who's all in? Since you put yourself on my dick I put my nutz on ya chin... N.W.A. Niggaz With Attitudes, we're underground reporters we tell about, you know, the streets and everything that goes on, you know, around in Compton, our area, what's going around around us, we don't know what the fuck's going around around by YOU, but frankly we don't give a fuck, you know. Most kids in Compton don't give a fuck who the mayor or the president is you know they're not even interested in votin'. And the police, you know what I'm sayin? I say FUCK 'EM.

Live 90 Point 3 1994

Lateef And Lyrics Born "Latyrx"
Lateef and Lyrics Born / You can't see them! / LATEEF: One way a microphone works / Checkin' suckas on they usage of vocal tones / While the breaks be bangin / Cold shakin ya holmes / Vibrations reverberatin give identification / In meter Neter like Metu / Leavin holes in ya speakers / Scold a brotha like Lateef oh that's a no can do / The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth / I'll make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker / I freak a style from here to Mogadishu-here to Mozambique-a / From here to Mount Zion I'm hard to reach when at my peak / Of shinin flowin like a creek a lava spicy like paprika / That's neither here nor there / Fully chargin up the air-heavy sounds getting thicker like the atmosphere? / Ya gotta get up on it cuz we got whatcha want-the / beats be fat like the factory Wonka / Suckas keep bitin like a gang of piranhas / Ya betta come with it if your thinkin is stronger / The mindset couldn't be any wronger / We roll deep swoll like the island of Tonga / Don't even really need to rock the mic any longer / So I stop! / Pass the mic like I pass on the porkchops / And it don't quit / I say that to say this / You can't oppose this / I say that to say this / Cuz if the clothes fit / I say that to say this / You're a hostess / I say that to say this / LYRICS BORN: You're so sensitive / All I said was simple sentences / Premises was left as if the messages were venomous / They are though / Guess it's just my penmanship and how it moves / Your torso / Suckass steer clear of me like feminists / do carshows / There's a little punchline for those of you / who love rhymes with those in 'em. / Hear it one time then you're finished with 'em / Give you that nasty tangy feeling / Check it out / Free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons / and wee tots with crayons and Koreans / in Reeboks in kiosks at flea marts and peons / that be on some feline shit. / Ya'll like the FBI on some espionage / asking questions but my head's beyond that / Be openly honest / Ya'll write ya'll own rhymes? / Oh I doubt it / I's dotted / T's crossed / tell you what / I make a song / you take it home, you think about it / Promise me with every opportunity you'll use the all illuminating eye / beyond the obvious buffoonery / Defy the allegations and the rumory / Be out the labyrinth the average imp's enamored with/ And you don't stop / I say that to say this / Cause with a closed fist / I say that to say this / You can't oppose this / I say that to say this / You're just bull shit.

Asian Pride

ALIZEE
It's the AZN Nigga fuck the rest Dallas to New York Jigga we're the best Vietnam to Japan to Mongolia Philippines to Taiwan to Cambodia Korea Ah Ah Home town China who you got Huh You got shit Nigga feel the Size It's the AZN better recognize Got rice bitch, got rice Got food, got soup, got spice Got brainz like us, got skillz like us Got carz, got clothz, got girlz like us Whats sup we the shit we kill yall foolz We got money in the banks from our family jewelz Can we help it if we rain and corrupt the schoolz It don't matta fuck the law shit we break the rules We jack carz fuck games yo we got the toolz Hoop it up break it down then we go shoot some pool Fuck with me you fuck with all of us don't think its kool 1 on 1 fuck that it's 3 on 1, no duels Got rice bitch, got rice Anything you can show that's nice Got cats, got roots, got dogs like us Fuck no, hell no your white you'll never be like us Take off your shoes when you enter please Or crawl around on the floor on with your fucken knees Don't mind that smell you'll get used to it Mothballs, Fry squid, and that Buddha shit What the hell is that, You think I don't see No forks in the house, chopsticks only Have a taste Don't be scared to try the lemon tea You don't want to thats alright try the fuck home weed Got rice bitch, got rice Got luck anytime you roll the dice Your luck is bad unless you run and hide Cause we're thugs for life baby Asian Pride!

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