ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Khan! The Me Generation

Waffle House

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I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around" Cause if you mess around Bitch I'm a dip you through the town About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around" Cause if you mess around Bitch I'm a dip you through the town About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down From the depths and the rep from a 24/7 rap cat matchin flow is cashin' The way you click your heels you like to do it with a passion Don't worry about the paper I can manage you precisely My heart might be cold but the ism kinda icy You got it goin' on now do I have to shake something? She with her home girl so I don't' have to say nothin' I campaign everything Yeah I like to floss I never shop at Ross and yo I never check the cost She comin through the door man I think chosen up In all the City blazed you might see me cruisin' up Man I don't say nothing, man my car do all the talkin And all it really says is, "Bitch, you shouldn't be walkin, would you hop in?" I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around" Cause if you mess around Bitch I'm a dip you through the town About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around" Cause if you mess around Bitch I'm a dip you through the town About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down From the depth and the rep from a 24/7 rap cat known to match that Brand new Benz yo I had to cop that Straight up game and I'm known to drop that A lot of money man and I'm known to count that Whatcha really wanna know about that? Being outta pocket is not about that Six foot money maker I'm glad I found that A Choosey Susie and I'm glad I clowned that Man I really like to maximize And somebody flies to collect the prize And always looking for the best to buy And clients old as Bob Barker Nerdy like Peter Parker Supa dupa bad when the money unfold I let that bitch buy my clothes, my wife beaters my cologne No new trick can take you home I don't care if it's Al Capone Flip the chips and flip the tricks Then call another on the phone Break it down like Indica Man they all gonna wanna be a friend of ya But makin' sure that they spending ya Don't be telling people man that's kin to ya, shit And do it man like a Kobe shot Man it's my team winnin you like it or not You can parlay at all the new hot spots With all the Bentleys, Beamers and them drop tops We like the newest clothes and keep an eye out for the newest hos My favorites color green and gold Bitch you gotta money pose I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around" Cause if you mess around Bitch I'm a dip you through the town About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House And if you show up then bitch I know you're gettin' down I be sayin' "Bitch don't mess around" Cause if you mess around Bitch I'm a dip you through the town About 3 A.M bitch meet me at the Waffle House

Lickin, Suckin, Fuckin

EAZY-E "Str8 Off Tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton"
[Girl] Let me hear it [Eazy-E] You want this baby I want it hot and juicy and thats the way I like it you know thats right you know how to kick it I mean can I stick it so you want me to slap it flip and rub it down alright I want you to turn round so I can hit it from the back ok you like it like that baby who's is it, is it mine baby can I eat it, I mean can I lick it can I stick my tongue all in it [*E and the girl going at it*] [Girl] Right there uuh [*moaning*] [Girl] Oh Eric [-*Cut Off*-] [Eazy-E Speaks] As I was sayin' before about this other bitch thats fuckin' wit this uh Uncle Tom bitch just sayin' that he sexual harassed her so what if the muthafucka sexually harassed her give a nigga some pussy know what I'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it you know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know but bitch probably lyin' you know what I mean

Tom Ford (Remix)

JAY-Z
[Intro: Jay-Z] Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass ...Tom Ford [3X] [Jay-Z] Comin up, comin down Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown Bad bitch, H-Town Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck all y'all season Piss Bordeauxs and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling When Hov's out them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in And - clap for a nigga with his rappin ass Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes I party with weirdoes, yeah Hov, yeah Hov [Chorus: Jay-Z] I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford International, bring back the Concorde Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard ...Tom Ford [5X] [Jay-Z] Yeah, hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow Y'all know nothin 'bout Wayne Perry though District of Columbia, guns on your Tumblrs Fuck hashtags and retweets (nigga) 140 characters in these streets (nigga) Pardon my laughin, y'all only flaggin on beats (nigga) Pardon my laughin, I happen to think you sweet, heh [Chorus] [Jay-Z (Beyonce)] (Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford [Pimp C] Huh... CHU'UCH! Hol' up, Tony Snow Check 1-2, 1-2, bitch! [taps mic] Is the mic on? Sweet Jones, yeah... BEEEE-YATCH! Knowmtalmbout? "Keep yo' foot off in they ass", that's what Ken told me Niggaz like to play games cause they feel like they know me (feel like they know me) You don't know me nigga, I done changed (I done changed) So don't be tryna put no shit off in the game (gaaaame) This ain't no motherfuckin '91 We out here rappin for money, you niggaz rappin for fun I don't fuck with nobody in this shit but Bun Still give me a million, you gotta give that nigga one (onnne) You can try me if you want to, bitch (want to, BE-YATCH!) But I'ma show you what the fuck I'm workin with (Uh!) It's man style, pistol popper, you ain't real Just 'cause you born in Port Arthur don't make a nigga trill (TRILL) Y'all here lettin that bitch run you Need to put that hoe in check, that's what real nigga do (do!) A bitch pussy ain't shit to me And you ain't gettin no respect, bitch, if you're fuckin for free, uhh! [Chorus] [Pimp C] HUH... CHU'UCH! HOL' UP, TONY SNOW SWEET JONES, BEEE-YATCH! [Jay-Z (Beyonce)] (Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down) Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown) Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town) Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around) Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

Super Ugly

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
[Verse1:] I got myself a gun Brooklyn, stand up I got myself a gun but really, I dont need tha heat ya heart pump project kool-aid(ya sweet) I aint gotta two-way you gays this is not beef this is rap hommie i dont have a scratch on me you feel Jay soft rip jay off damn im only worth over a hundred million look i got beef with like a hundred children niggaz with pink suits tryin to get cute you a little outta line hommie dont let the 9 hommie put ya out ya mind hommie bitch keep tryin hommie kick yo little lies i kick my real facts like u sneakin out tha back at tha Source Soundlab(uh) we wasnt chasin you we had a tape and too we came through to do our little one, two thang It wasnt a rockafella come through thing if it was on like that why would i come through Queens Yo, ya'll Queens nigga know how I do i got mo' shooters in Queens Bridge than u Niggaz'll(niggaz will) tie you up on the Colloseum roof and open beer bottles off ya boy's chipped tooth Look Here, [Chorus:] I got myself a gun,Uh Ohhhh! Yea, I got myself a gun [Verse 2:] Listen Im tha J,tha A, tha This nigga never sold asprin how u escobar had to buy you're chain back tha last time u hot robbed the nerve of this coward nigga....(Oh My God) and all rap rumors are induendo I bring them to you live lift up ya window Let tha public begin to see your dirty laundry ya'll dont want me to continue(Oh!) Super Ugly [Jay-Z Laughing] [Nas Voice:] I dont give a fuck All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me she aint playin believe what im sayin [Verse 3:] Me and tha boy A.I.* got more in Common* than just ballin and rhymin Get It More in COMMON I came in ya Bentley backseat skeeted in Jeep left condoms in tha baby seat Here nigga tha gloves is off the love is done its whateva, wheneva, howeva nigga '1' And since you infatuated with sayin tha gay shit yes u was kissin my dick when u was kissin that bitch crazy bitch you thought i was boning her back called a hundred times ,while i was boning her neck You got a baby by that broad you cant disown her yet when does ya lies end when does the truth begin when does reality set it or does it not matter gotta hurt that im ya baby mama's favorite rapper and ask your current girl she know whats up holla at a real nigga [Nas Voice:] I dont give a fuck All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me she aint playin believe what im sayin

The Old Part Of Town

JAMES MCMURTRY "Childish Things"
Last night I wandered punch drunk & enraptured Out on the beltway where the business is done As I lay on the asphalt 'neath the glow of light boxes I heard somebody say 'bet I know where he's from' When the town is so quiet you can hear the bell tower tickin' Out on the beltway they're sellin' the chicken Where the tempers are short & the hours are long Darlin', won't you meet me in the old part of town? Old part of town You can still hear the footsteps of the old mystery Old part of town You can still feel the heartbeat of our whole history When the heat on the street is wearin' you down Darlin', won't you meet me in the old part of town? Saw two red high heel shoes split up around midnight They said they'd meet later by the fountain at Third Four tires came screeching from different directions & picked 'em both up 'fore they stepped off the curb 'Cause in the hours past midnight they stop keeping tabs The carnival quarters are vacant & sad But darlin' I think there's still a time to be had In the old part of town where your mom met your dad Darlin' won't you meet me in the old part of town? Saw a newspaper with big headlines That seemed to stare right through ya Jump off a boxcar and blow into town Pick a fight with two beer cans and a torn candy wrapper The broom sweeping up the alley swore she never heard a sound Meanwhile back on the beltway the cars are waiting in lines Stars are blocked out by the shine of the signs You might want to say 'It's a sign of the times' But darlin' won't you meet me in the old part of town Darlin', won't you meet me in the old part of town?

Crack In The Mirror

JOAN BAEZ "Gone From Danger"
You say you can't remember this man she can't forget You say that it's been too damn long time to bury the hatchet And if it made a difference well you would say you're sorry It really makes you wonder why you should even bother There's a mirror in the house at the edge of town There's a crack in the mirror All fall down She was just a baby (seems so long ago) Left a little crazy (seems so long ago) Sleepy little southern state (seems so long ago) Never heard of segregate Never heard of segregate Never heard of segregate He was just a hired hand (no one's left to blame) Daddy was a working man (it's a dirty shame) Work took Daddy far from home (no one's left to blame) Better hide the evidence (of a dirty little game) There's a mirror in the house at the edge of town There's a crack in the mirror All fall down No one in that big, old house heard the baby cry Hide your guilt in ignorance so no one has to lie No one in her daddy's house heard her make a sound (now there's) Blood on everybody's hands Blood on everybody's hands Blood on everybody's hands (Gonna come around again) He was just a hired hand (no one's left to blame) Daddy kept him on again (it's a dirty shame) For ten long years he watched her grow For ten long years he watched her Nobody would ever know the places that he touched her There's a mirror in the house at the edge of town There's a crack in the mirror There's a mirror in the house at the edge of town There's a crack in the mirror All fall down Now you say don't remember this man she can't forget You say that your life must go on time to bury the hatchet And if she was so damned afraid you're sure you would remember Children will exaggerate Children will exaggerate Children will exaggerate Children will exaggerate There's a mirror in the house at the edge of town There's a crack in the mirror There's a mirror in the house at the edge of town There's a crack in the mirror There's a mirror in the house at the edge of town There's a crack in the mirror All fall down No one can find me No one will find me now

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