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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Hell's Kitchen

Cadillac Girl

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[Chorus: Mac Dre] Ford, Chev, whatever ya got Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got Push it man, don't be scared to squat [Dre Dog] Quick fast in a hurry Squat bounce drop dirty Cocaine white tiger white walls HIt the freeway hard at night y'all With the keys right there I'm ready to drive Like a eagle at 12 I'm ready to fly Pager going off, the cell phones ringin' Al Green's playin' and I keep singin' Jeans creased up with the beat up Now I'm about to go pick this little freak up Blow L's, make mail, ponytails Had to compliment her on her fresh done nails Varoom, motherfucker boom boom A whole block of green lights, freak zoom zoom Mario Andretti with Blowjob Betty Pedal to the metal when your ridin' with the devil Did just that at In-n-Out Burger No pickles, no onions, no playin' Check this out no delayin' Did a donut right is what I'm sayin' SHIT Police came, I was on the streets Smokin' more weed, bumpin' more beats Puttin' more words in the ear of this freak Cadillac girl, somethin' I'ma keep, Seville? [Chorus] [Mac Dre] Cam, lifters, ? shifters Three fifty one make the old school swifter Rap in the trunk, slap in the trunk Fat four-four in my lap for the funk Talkin' to a beezy on the phone but can't hear her Turned down the bump, so I can hear clearer I hear sirens get nearer Red and blue lights in my rear view mirror Pull over, nope nope With a car full of smoke and trunk full of dope I hit the gasser, go faster All you hear is dual exhaust, flowmaster On a chase, I take 'em, then I shake 'em A real Cutthoat nigga ain't no fakin' I shoot, ain't scared to scoot And shake them one time on a hot pursuit [Chorus]

Show 'Em What They Won

ST. LUNATICS "Free City"
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma! (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em go'on (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin Keyjuan-na-na On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik tonite is the night (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x ¡¡

Show 'em What You Won

NELLY "Intro"
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma! (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em go'on (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin Keyjuan-na-na On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik tonite is the night (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x

Show Em What They Won

NELLY
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin 'yo ma!' (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, 'I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit' 'Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick' Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em 'go'on' (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin 'Keyjuan-na-na' On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik 'tonite is the night' (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x

N 2 Gether Now

LIMP BIZKIT "Significant Other"
[Fred:] Who can be the boss Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin up, I'm sideways I'm blazin' up the path Runnin on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes Keep the media dykes As re-enforcements for the fight And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at [Method Man] Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now [Method Man] Shut the fuck up! I'm pluggin in them social skills That keep my total bills over a million The last time I checked it Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out [Method Man:] They call me big John stud My middle name mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thugs That can't stand the flood What up doc Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged Learn Temperature's too hot for sunblock Burn Playin with minds can get you state time Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do Our praises do I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo [Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! What What [Method Man:] Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn Deadweight they dead wrong Let's get it on Twelve rounds of throwdown Who hold crown Protect land with both pound Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go What's the scenario Comin' through your stereo Why risk it Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Eight essential vitamins and minerals Delicious Word on the street is They bit my thesis Knocked out their front teethes Tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the baseline To provide rhyme Pharmaceuticals Hard as nails to the cubicle Where you find that monster She beautiful Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit Roll on the check Kick a hole in the speaker Pull the plug and inject [Fred:] Mic check So what's it all about Where we gonna run Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes Limpin on the track with Method So get the sunblock You get your one shot Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere prepare You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you forget you're in the zone [Method Man] So shut the fuck up! And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack [Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo When it's way down like that Burnin up your brain like a piston So all those who didn't listen Never even knew what they were missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin down Wu-Tang Clan for the crown [Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! What What [Method Man:] It was over your head all day every day S-I-N-Y 1-0-3-0-4 Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T Gotta know the time Gotta know to rhyme It ain't easy bein greezy In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness We gone Peace Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on Hey wait up, where you guys going You're not recording are you I'm all alone I can't do this Feel it You guys feel it out there Check your head if you feel it Hey, hey, hey Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think

Multiply

XZIBIT "Man Vs Machine"
Multiply f/ Nate Dogg [Xzibit] I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah) Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no) Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no) It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta Get it Crip while the gettin is good before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood I don't need that, I don't believe that E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it I'm just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it Speech don't failllll me now Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (We) back on line (We) came to ride (We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply (We) stay on the grind (Until) we die And back for mo', cause we can't get enough [Xzibit] Above the rest, accept no less Go ahead, check the game, be my guest Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest Win time after time 'til there ain't none left Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt everybody and anybody who come to my party like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody Who's that nigga y'all came to see? 'X!' Often imitated, but cannot be, 'X!' What's next, collect respect like paychecks Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption - been around forever Y'all cats were just too blind to listen [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch It ain't shit changed.. we gon' bang like this And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no shit [Xzibit] I got a 'Sixth Sense,' that tells me you ain't worth six cents I'm sick with my sixth sense Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the next man, it's the X Man rollin Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu Long range missile, if we got issues I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through Peep the design from the mastermind Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! [Chorus] - repeat 2X

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