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Big Daddy Kane lyrics - Daddy's Home

The Way It's Goin' Down

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Hit me, baby (that's right) Hurt me, baby (that's right) That-that-that funk That-that-that-that- That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk That's that retarded-like fonk Like you put your armpits in a drum machine Good God Break me off some of that Come on Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit em When I get with em, girls I'm in em, smokin like bags of ism The one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're facin, pa The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car The one who created it and many others imitated it I heard your rap style, kid - hated it Let me show you how, look here, now check my style What I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down And sway, sway when you hear the music play Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say Hey I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane He makes the party swing He turns the mother out And rips apart things Then I go... Da-da-da-da-da Yeah, I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin down Da-da-da-da-da You know I like the way it sound And I just love the way it's goin down Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin And don't try to act like Martin now with all that 'i was just playin' No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is on Boom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with me You step to this, I give you mic-o-vasectomy I only know one person that can come next to me No, that's a tattle Cause I can't count my own shadow A battle I gots to have it Unless you're gonna rob me like they give Riddick a win for Chavez Cause tryin to go against the Kane rappin Is like a pimp tryina pull a nun - ain't nothin happenin Clear the way for the one, champion, true black don Gun gettin the job done take a look, hon Back up, son, you know you can't get none Come on, I'm on a whole other level of rap And it's like that, now show me where the party at Da-da-da-da-da Yeah, I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin down Da-da-da-da-da You know I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin down The B-I-G D-A-D-Y, no, back up and add another D Come back to the K to the A to the N to the E Live from New York, the one and only I give it to you raw for my homies And to the ladies: I take em lookin somethin fine It don't mind if we bump 'n grind If you're with me, jump in line Because if in my wallet I can find one prophylactic Then you better believe, girl, that you're gonna get your ass dicked Hard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaur The kind you saw rhyme before But now you never find no more Steppin to the Kane with some drama to be startin Because I put em all on ice like Tonya Harding Back up, boy, I got the whole convoy Rollin with me on a mission that's to seek and destroy So, to all the people that's been tryin to talk about me You better change your name to 5000 cause you're Audi And if you bring on your crew, I'm steppin to them too Just put the beat on and watch how I swing through The groove, with more style than a backstroke Drivin past my competition like cab drivers do black folks That's the way I move, I always stayed a Smooth Operator with data watin for you to play a groove To turn it out without a doubt and show what I'm about Good lookin, Brooklyn, yeah, we in the house

Phonetime

Capone -N- Noreaga "The Reunion"
[Noreaga], {Capone} Son I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key {Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine} And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board {When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored} Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head {You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome {The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} {My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens} And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl {On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast} Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date {Dun, I'ma see ya regardless, cause I got two violent felony charges} And you know your appeal is progress {You're my dog, dun} And we gon keep this tight I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right {I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks} And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa And guess what? I made you executive producer Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe {They won't believe to see me come home to a V Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave} Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild Capone home, niggas still diggin our style {Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined? I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine} Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast {Son there's only one minute left Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah}

Phonetime

NOREAGA "The Reunion"
[Noreaga], {Capone} Son I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key {Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine} And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board {When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored} Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head {You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome {The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} {My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens} And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl {On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast} Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date {Dun, I'ma see ya regardless, cause I got two violent felony charges} And you know your appeal is progress {You're my dog, dun} And we gon keep this tight I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right {I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks} And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa And guess what I made you executive producer Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe {They won't believe to see me come home to a V Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave} Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild Capone home, niggas still diggin our style {Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine} Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast {Son there's only one minute left Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah}

Stun'n (Remix)

BIG TYMERS "How U Luv That?"
[Baby] Now since my gear be on shine These haters be packin' dey nine But look playa I'm down for mine Try'n to catch me at the red light gettin my shine But I use my nina to protect me at all times I just bought that new lexus, that 1998 The bubble lights boy wit' them 19 inches See I'ma talk about my Humvee at the end of my rhyme I just bought that new Range Rover wit' them six new tires Now every broad I know I done sexed at least one time Now playboy, tell me how you love that [Mannie Fresh] Last night, i got a call on my phone Ike Turner wanna make a gangsta slap-a-broad pimp song He said I called you man cause you the realest Lay it down, lay it down, cause these broads love Willis Have woes' that suck toes and wash clothes Playas try to fit ya like a pair of Girbauds Girls in the morn'n to brush my teeth Lil' girls wit curls love to wipe my feet BLING, diamonds glistenin' everywhere It's allright for that girl look at me, y'all let her stare Baby, I know I'm gorgeous, cause I'm the largest Jet skiis and M3's in my garag-es [Chorus: PapaRue] I bought a Hummer that's sittin' on 32's We love stun'n and givin' these broads the blues Fresh got a Burban that's sittin' on 20's fool Woodgrain, TV's and it's all cool (2x) [Baby] Now playa, tell me how you can beat this A million dollars worth of cars all on chrome, can you defeat this Wit all new homes, 8 of 'em The Hot Boy$ new album, Guerilla Warfare and it jumped of strong I spent 2 million buildin' my own home, wit a million dollars worth of furniture All on wood grain homie See playa, I ain't gotta stunt cause I can bag 'em up, believe dis Ask the police at Eastover has he seen this Playa, wit diamonds and gold across the T-O-P And every broad in my passenger seat I done sexed fo' free These broads, I love to sex 'em til they see That I aim to succeed to be a top rank in this industry And my Humvee, playboy, I got so much wood in this vehicle You gotta see it, it should be a coffin seat Wit four brand new TV's wit VCR The Big Tymer$ new video gon' air on tomorrow Ridin' on 32's and you can't miss these G's All on chrome from the heart of the U.P.T. When I get my big baller party Playa, I'ma let all these tenderonies drink for free, Domm P. And Cristal, you know how we play it boy when we comin' through in that Humvee [Chorus] [PapaRue] Shooney nooney nowny no, shooney nooney nooney nowny no Oh oh Shooney nooney nowny no, come down, come down [Lil Wayne] Now, we be Big Tymers wit the diamonds sparklin' Some of uptowns finest, we ballin' I'm the smallest soldier in the click but still ride bir ol' black on black trucks wit kits See everybody get they shine on at 226 CMB, flash ya wrist and let ya diamonds glisten, remix My boys poppin' champagne Lil Wayne in the marrow wit the bubble frame Uh-huh, we the ones wit the stretch Hummer A helicopter, Benz, Burban, and a Lex bubble I play the platinum Navigator when I ride 5 thousand dollar high sippin' Cristal I got twenty on my finger, look it's all gravy They say it's all about Fresh and all about Baby Big Tymers, boy you know how we play Worth about a hundred mill on a bad day We love STUN'N [chorus] [PapaRue] Shooney nooney nowny no, shooney nooney nooney nowny no Oh oh (2x) Cash Money, fo' you and ju PapaRue, fo and ju

Off 2 The Races

JOE BUDDEN "A Loose Quarter"
[Hook] And we're off to the races, places Ready, set the gate is down and now we're goin' in To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin Boy you're so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe You are my one true love, you are my one true love [Verse 1] Let her know I’m here if she ever need me to be with her As long as she know I can never be with her She asks you why, I just need you to keep it G with her Tell her I found the happiness that I could never see with her 3 years after that break up, should’ve had closure by now We’d be best friends, you’d have let this end we’d be closer by now What you want is upset, hostile, angry, evil, jealous, bitter shit Fuck makin your bed and lying in it, you bought that house, live with it I came to you for a second chance, you gave me your ass to kiss Found another salad to toss, how the fuck is you mad at this? Oh, I forgot, you not in love anymore And I’d believe it, but see I’m not on drugs anymore That’s based on action, words I stopped believing still I hear it though Would you save them if you knew they became meaningless to me years ago? But if happiness is the finish line, I beat you there So karma must be real cause since we broke up he ain’t treat you fair [Hook] [Verse 2] Remember our break up? I rapped about it on Downfall But you know I don’t stay down for long Remember you met that other dude, he’s smarter and more mature With more bread that you’d thought would be around for long Remember you pulled the rug from under me, left me to be alone I threatened suicide, bang, was crazy about you But that stalker dude was still right to the point you waste that for this name And when we speak now you still say I’m crazy without you, my My, how the tables have turned Or are they bending just a little, you resent it just a little Cause dude that ruined your life made you doubt yours It’s the reason that loneliness you gave me is now yours, check it Your perspective I can’t even call it hatin You mad at the situation, really it ain’t even Kaylin We both sympathized, that pain is felt and shared To watch a man that you helped better display it elsewhere Watch a man you spent years with, grew with Come across to someone that you want nothing to do with To sleep in a bed with "what ifs?" instead of something special How can you get over us? The public won’t even let you I know to wake up with that fear is gross Love me from far cause you scared to get close But what are you fearing the most? If happiness is the finish line I beat you there I always thought that when you’d put the baggage down I’d meet you there [Hook] [Verse 3] Uh, let’s bring up the speed a lil bit Now a nigga balling, you still tell me to grow some Entertaining threesomes, you don’t think that it’s wholesome Say that you can’t trust me, think I’m out here trashing you Got a lot of answers to questions I don’t be asking you I tried to be friends so I don’t see a problem passing through You welcome a nigga to pain, it is me harassing you You must be misconstruing my love and it’s gassing you Causing you to wear our shit out, and think it's fashionable I'm thinking you should put our history in back of you That would call for you stepping outside of yourself and being rational Come to friendship, you question me in that capacity How would you ever know it’s not something you ever asked of me And VH1 just gave us another episode So maybe it’s smart that you can’t let this go Cause love changes, a thug changes And soul mates become strangers, word up [Hook]

Saviourself

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Legacy Of Blood"
[Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I built with Alexander the Great He told the Persians they should stay gone Then he told me about the Oracle of Amar He gave me no clue, where it is Men feared time, yet time feared the pyramids He gave me more jewels, he told me that Amenhotep was a moral tool, I can't overstand hieroglyph So I called Killah Priest, and he taught me how to follow it I walked through the Valley of the Kings With a white robe, white rose and what I will brings And your whole team Judas, my road thin, gold skin like Juicis I speak the dialog of the dead, I practiced the same more tactics In King Arthur's head, so let the swordsmen kill the beast It's a Legacy of Blood, with Vinnie Paz and Killah Priest [Chorus: Stoupe cuts up samples] [CL Smooth "Sun Won't Come Out"] "The Sun Won't Come Out, unless the crowd start this Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness" "And on this burst, you'll gave work to the worst Get the pen from the nurse, and hold the mic up first" "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter Burn him as a sacrifice" [Killah Priest] I paint flows with the feathers from the wings of angels Red ink from saint blood, nigga, you ain't thug Stare into the face of a king's mug Crush grape, feel the wine jug, ill thoughts Build from the mind of rhyme, rose, off the tongue like fine rugs Let me walk you through this, for the clueless I'm Shakespeare'ing, with grey earrings Speak like Tiburians, write novels Spit it like Aristotle, face half Pharoah And half owl, I took the path of Cairo Came back with the Dead Sea Gospel Now known as the Dead Street Apostle We shoot 'em feds, use them hollows Bullets spread, til they meet Diablo Stars in enlightment, Priest meet with Jedi Mind Tricks Reach them climates, where you can't breath Stay high off that dead weed, in the mind is where I plant seeds To grow fruit, of king's so brute, of army troops Mighty men in celestial suits You need healing, my mic give you incredible boost Where I use satellite vision, stare at my alphabetical soup Plus I use the Big Dipper to take, more than one scoop, it's Priesthood [Chorus: Stouple cuts up samples] "Straight up, we serve justice So if they can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is" - Smif-N-Wessun "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter Burn him as a sacrifice" "And on this burst, you'll gave work to the worst Get the pen from the nurse, and hold the mic up first" "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the voter Burn him as a sacrifice" [Vinnie Paz] I studied element 1-15, with the Eloheim Saw the Canaanites, Sumerians, and the Philistines This is street gospel, if you don't believe In life at Mars, that mean the beast got you You don't wanna see me and Killah Priest hostile You don't wanna see, desert eag' heat pop you This is Mothman Prophecy, walk back To the sand of Iraq, and let the prophet breath Returned all our water in the Tracik seas And walk in the wall with armor that I copped in the breeze Then I shoot the thieves, with a long arrow Studied Imhotep, to be a strong Pharoah It's a war when the God's spit It's Allah, when I split the ice birds, in the often I don't care what the cause is And I'mma ride for my fam, no matter what the cost is [Outro: Vinnie Paz] [Stoupe cuts samples to end] Yeah, Vinnie Paz, Killah Priest, yea Priesthood, Maccabeez, yeah, Army of Pharoah Aight? Yeah

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