ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Khan! The Me Generation

9 To 5

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[Too $hort:] I ain't neva had a job (Bitch) Been hustlin' my whole life But I always wondered... If you ain't gotta car... Can you still car pool or do you gotta catch the bus? Shit ain't right baby Frontin' on a player I told you once neva talk down on a playa bitch We from the bay, what the fuck you expect? Yeah We gonna let you know the truth [Andre Nickatina:] Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don't even drive Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live Bitch you got a 9 to 5 Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride Bitch you got a 9 to 5 Wake up early get your ass in that bus line Bitch you got a 9 to 5 And these are playboy times See we can kick it like a field goal And you can tell the way I dress freak I'm straight outta Fill'Moe I talk shit like a real pro Man on the casino Tell me that I'm fresh ho I drive by like a drive by Freak hit me with a text got mad I didn't reply I dip fast down the skyline And you can say I swim fast if you knew a zodiac sign I wear suits and boots and gold cufflinks You ain't feelin' me? Then tell me what your girl think I put a vision that will spit on H.D Then I give a receipt man for the pay fee Now it's way past two I say "Whatcha gonna do? Are you goin' with her?" She said "I'm comin' wit you" And yeah you can check my purse But at seven I gotta go to work Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don't even drive Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live Bitch you got a 9 to 5 Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride Bitch you got a 9 to 5 Wake up early get your ass in that bus line Bitch you got a 9 to 5 And these are playboy times Ya think it's funny Imma warn ya I been standin' on the corner of Polk and California When the cops drive by they get every fly guy with a female all up in the ride I drive cars that look like spaceships I hit Broadway like I'm Joe Namath I'm all in your ear just like a cell phone baby or a Blue Tooth Give me all your big loot My number is 4-1-5 check it 5-5-5 Fifty five, fifty five You a dime And now click your heels like Dorothy And duck down freak from the authority You make more money than the majority I'm lookin' at my calendar you're goin' on tour with me I think you could straight absorb me And she didn't hesitate to open up the door for me Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don't even drive Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live Bitch you got a 9 to 5 Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride Bitch you got a 9 to 5 Wake up early get your ass in that bus line Bitch you got a 9 to 5 And these are playboy times I'm on a legendary crime spree And I stick to all the rules of the game that designed me You can hit the clubs and be a broke bitch Man all that work bitch eatin on tuna fish I flash cash when I ride like a bike gang I throw a turnout all on a flight mane This freak is straight outta sight mane Make money to the early light mane I go shopping like a budget don't apply to me And when I spend I'm like a Menace II Society I like that style, what's the variety? Check in the back, baby please don't lie to me Gimme all the colors you can brang out Cuz Imma be where all the girls hang out Diamond chains on the playboys bang out You might like to be where we make it rain out Bitch you got a 9 to 5 and you don't even drive Talkin' down a playboy that be kickin' it live Bitch you got a 9 to 5 Ya you fine but your ass always need a ride Bitch you got a 9 to 5 Wake up early get your ass in that bus line Bitch you got a 9 to 5 And these are playboy times

Can I Bitch

EMINEM "Straight From The Lab EP"
[in a high falsetto voice] Uncle Marshall! Will you tell us a bedtime story [regular voice] Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper wood So the silly little fans they were mislead By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head 'Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna make some cash Grab the silver paint and let's paint my ass' Hey mister, would ya care to bare witness to The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister Stanabis, little Marshall Mathers' sister And in this corner, we have the mister Not havin' it, it's the mad sinister Dr. Evil with his bag of tricks for this little antagonist faggot dick-suckin' Ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny fag Keniff-sta You bastard I ain't wanna have to diss ya Canabis, where the fuck you at I miss ya! [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor From Canada Oh Can-i-bitch Now at first I ain't really understand the shit Picture me for a second and imagine it Chillin' in the Bat-Mansion and relaxin' When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners It's Can-i-bitch on some 'Stan Lives' shit It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict Gets my dick harder than arithmetic And I know how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me The first two letters you were tellin' me shit Like you respect me, like any other regular MC The third letter you ask how come I ain't return None of the messages at Shady Records you left me The fourth letter: 'Slim, you really startin' to upset me!' The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building This crazy motherfucker's really tryin' to kill me! So I went back and read the first few letters that said Some shit about a message you left Oh shit, that's not an 'E' that's an 'A' This dude wants to leave me a 'massage,' he's gay!! Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way) [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor From Canada Oh Can-i-bitch So in two seconds flat Dre's at my crib The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship Shit. Oh Dre, wait a mintue that's it All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo boost We can fly over the border 'Let's go' [WOOSH!] So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed [BOOSH!] (What was that Oh) Jermaine Dupri Fuck It, keep goin' no time to waste Wait, backup hit him one more time in case Okay .. fuck now he's draggin' under the car Oh well, only 30 more thousand miles Meanwhile me and Dre are tryin' to conversate Just tryin' to find a reason for the constant hate And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propaine' 'He couldn't have fell off that hard' Ain't no way 'What happened to the way you was rappin' when you was scandalous That Canibus turned into a television evangelist' Plus he raps with his regular voice [BOOSH! BOOSH!] [BOOSH! BOOSH!] (What was that) Pet Shop Boys So we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted His corpse was still movin' but his ass was rotted He kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love I figure if I stick him with a fork he's done So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin', Christ He won't die, this guy's like a battered wife He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw Hold up, 'Bis quit foldin' up! Punch me in the chest! Make my shoulders touch! Do somethin'! At least one punchline C'mon till the meter reads 9-9-9- ty-nine percent of my fans are blonde 'Bis c'mon answer me man respond! Tell me 'bout the sun rain moon and stars Intergalatical metaphors from Mars! Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs Bite another line from Redman's song! Suddenly the stub from a dead man's arm From a midget reaches out from under the car It's JD, this motherfucker won't die neither Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of ether We stomped the bitch and then stopmed the bitch again (Compton!) Detroit bitch! Talk some shit again! Stomp him! (switch feet) Stomp him! (switch again!) Dre alright he's dead dog, quit kickin him! I think Stanabis jumped off the bridge again (Damn) He disappeared yo he's gone he did it again [Chorus] Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Where for art thou Can-i-bitch Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor From Canada Oh Can-i-bitch

F*** You

LIL' WAYNE "500 Degreez"
[Lil Wayne] Who that, Weezy Bitch Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel Muh'fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle I get sums in lumps, like measles My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you And for that cheedar, hungry niggaz'll eat you We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes Bitches yell I wanna do those guys Ain't that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo' I'm 19 and I got banked at O That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls But the price on that muthafucka ain't that low Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo' If your fuckin with the dude Big shout from Cash Money Records, Fuck You [Chorus x8] Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you [Mannie Fresh] Chains, nines, guns that's us The slogan is we will bust The rules our this our size Cross it young nigga and you will die Pumps, ride guns, even 25's Cash Money got this, don't even try it Stay where you from, don't bring no static If not, then semi-automatic This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at What's beef, beef is when you fuck with us Guaranteed to lay yo' ass up under the bus There's no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger There's no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor [Chorus x4] [Baby] Fo' sho' nigga I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit If a nigga don't like it they can suck my dick I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow Fuck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12 Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall Jaguar floors and fuck all yall BMW lights, projectors to watch fights Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy I don't give a fuck homie, that's how I play it Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs From me, Fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it [Chorus x8]

Fuck You

LIL' WAYNE "500 Degreez"
[Lil Wayne] Who that, Weezy Bitch Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel Muh'fuckas better be peaceful, fo' sheezle I get sums in lumps, like measles My dough sick, on occations I catch seizures I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you And for that cheedar, hungry niggaz'll eat you We breeze through in the twelve with the judo eyes Bitches yell I wanna do those guys Ain't that cold, you know shit fucked up when you got banked at fo' I'm 19 and I got banked at O That's the Bentley ma, that ain't that Rolls But the price on that muthafucka ain't that low Guaranteed that I'll bang that fo' If your fuckin with the dude Big shout from Cash Money Records, Fuck You [Chorus x8] Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you [Mannie Fresh] Chains, nines, guns that's us The slogan is 'we will bust' The rules our this our size Cross it young nigga and you will die Pumps, ride guns, even 25's Cash Money got this, don't even try it Stay where you from, don't bring no static If not, then semi-automatic This is the payback, pussy bitch stay back Fuck you, yo' mama, yo' daddy and where you lay at What's beef, beef is when you fuck with us Guaranteed to lay yo' ass up under the bus There's no one quicker, than a hot boy nigga That'll get you with the knife, or pow with the trigger There's no one keaner, with the chrome Sarafina Murder ain't nuttin' but a misdemeanor [Chorus x4] [Baby] Fo' sho' nigga I'm gon' ride 'round my city and stunt my shit If a nigga don't like it they can suck my dick I got a Bentley, Jag, Rolls, Ferrari Lambo' with no top I'm gon' ride tomorrow Fuck a cutless, regals, and rams V-12 Gotta have somethin fast just to get out them jams Got a big ass crib with a flow lil fuck Got a roof all glass and that bitch split up Got a house built look like a Mercedes booth Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall Jaguar floors and fuck all yall BMW lights, projectors to watch fights Caddilac Benz, white fox for threads Chin cheddar for Chi tower, ain't that crazy I don't give a fuck homie, that's how I play it Refridge designed like a Lexus with legs In the fridge, it's quarters to replace the eggs From me, Fresh, and Weezy fuck what they say I'm Cash Money stunna nigga and that's how I play it [Chorus x8]

Let A Killa Fuck You

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "Bizzar"
I see you hoes on TV glamorous models super celebrities Roles Royce fine wines and class You need to come down to the hood let me spank (that) ass I want a famous hoe, A bitch on top with some helly bank role I Been chasing a girl from letters to Cleo But she broke her Knee though, Mariah Carry man forget it If O.D.B hit it I cant fuck wit it! Nothing against old dirty or nothing but I know he at least got herpes or something I wouldn't mind fucking Brittany Spears In a cheap hotel wit them ceiling mirrors Wit that bitch in a couple of weeks I'd have her hooked on crack rock working the streets All them hoes fantasize about juggalo scrubs In between they thighs But they too scared to let it be So instead they fuck Ricky Martin and pretend its me! Huh? Lets see were to begin knock knock (Whose there ) a ball sac for your chin I be fucking them business hoes (at jobs?) from them interns up to the presidents wife Now Shelly ain't famous but I still put'em in (the buck?) (Leave the glitz glamour to) J, I don't give a fuck But Clyde walked in his jaw dropped down Act like he never seen the butt cheeks of a clown I had the secretary on the top of the desk Ass hole naked, I was in the cigar chest Smoking up (Cuban) blunts with the janitor Fucked all them hoes that (job) ask my manager Business women in executive halls Let your head down an tongue slap my balls Some of them bitches are a little bit old Dusty ass neden with a loopy foam Like this one chick I fucked in The dark I had the bitch moaning like a happy ass retard We finished turn on the lights it was horrid Oh shit Sharon Ozbourn! I wanna fuck Carmen Electra Cuz she'll fuck anybody first day she met ya But as soon as she fall off the map She on to the next guy like High baby Let me fuck a famous hoe one night I'll post the video up on our web site (Hehhe) me an shaggy might sit with the stars But my boys are out back break-in into your cars Dumb hoes quite fuckin them richees Wit silky shirts on turtle neck dickeys Frenchies straight out the hair salon With a faggot ass name like Jean We the ones from the other side yellin (clown love bitch !!) I'm the ghetto ride I wont take you on the expensive trip's But I'll part yo neden lips (hehhe) people whanna ride wit dem or us Jaguar with ken or a simple bus Fuck you den we don't need you hoes I.C.P forever with the juggalos

This Tha City

PASTOR TROY "Face Off"
[Pastor Troy] Venom, all I spit is venom, a cobra Flinch my teeth and I'ma ride till its over I'm never sober, I'm fucked up now Say you want pistol play, well then its Blah! Blah! Cause I'm the Pastor leader of a wicked church Get ta busting out in public, gives a fuck who I hurt Them hits was weak for the 2 triple O Bitch ask me if I got your CD, ah naw hoe Cause I am not from the city of bullshitting As soon as we come its time for wig splitting Your debt is bitten, I want undivided attention You say you pimping, I send my niggaz for the lynching Drenching your blood, God forgive 'em but we have sinned Them Georgia boys, when we come we come like men Fresh out of pen, I'm standing dead off in da' blaze With a fifth of remy pulling the pin out my grenade (Get paid!) [Chorus] [2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking fools [4X] A this tha city, this tha city, this tha city (Well Uh-huh) [Pastor Troy] Okay I come from the city, if you lame its going to be ugly A bunch of niggaz biting my game but they can't touch me I don't drink bubbly, I'm drinking remy out the bottle Bout 5 Benz follow, my city is off the throttle I heard you hard, heard you the one that crunk the style Don't drop your card, I got the lowest in the pile You cracking smiles, we cracking mugs selling drugs We what hoes love, ATL fucking thugs Its real boy, you know the his-tory Mac 10's popping high ca-pa-city My whole team praying that you make some noise So we can introduce you to them big boys, yeah I got killers doing time as I speak to you Then some mo' in the streets right next to you And fore you can say Troy it wasn't me cuz I'ma hit you wit the whole 63 cuz You see a bitch slap a bitch oh' really See you a fucking joker and I'm not fucking tickled When blood trickle, that's me up out the F-350 Ya feet best of be kicking ya ass a damn skippy In my city ain't no games, we learn your name And where you went to school at, and where you used to hang And when I run across ya is where I'm going to drop ya Breaking your punk ass off something proper [Chorus] [2X] I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules I come from the city tha deh' ride a fucking fool [13X to fade] Well this tha city, this tha city, this tha city

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