Choclair lyrics

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[Featuring Saukrates] INTRO [Saukrates] Yes sir When the man wanted to ride, what did he do? Swing down sweet chariot He told that sweet chariot to swing on down And stop, you know what I'm sayin' So he could get on Now this is what we do We playin' we playin' the role of that sweet chariot And we swingin' down to pick you up Know what Iim sayin'? Ride, for real Now, it's like, you wanna ride with me You don't even know what ride is, look You wanna get clean, you wanna get dirty You wanna go left, right This what we do [Choclair] Well it's the Nocka, The Chiz Rocker Party while I'm wine drinkin' My rhymes'll bust a hole right through your thinker Re-think your stratagies when you battle Interntational record sales People try, but they fail It's the Chizzo, or the Choco Ran the street like a blocko Before the shots ring out People never seen or even heard But we ran through your HQs Like a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders You wonder how I did it, album anticipated Well it's the ninth inning With two outs I hit a home run to left field like Carter did to Philly Do you understand me? Ha, really? No MacGyver tactics can stop my theatrics I'm making ladies back flip Understand it's all about the Sexual eating up your set like a tropical Stop it, my UVs will burn your skin, singe your optics Twenty One years was ground work People hear me coming, so hit up for mad work But understand it's all about the suave, diggy-dog Just ride [Choclair] {Saukrates} If you feelin' my vibe then we can all just {Ride} If you wanna get down then we can all just {Ride} All my people throw your hands up high and just {Ride} Where you from? Eastside to Westside just {Ride} All my people from uptown to downtown just {Ride} From Cali to NY, you know we gon' just {Ride} From the Florida Keys to Fiji just {Ride} All my people worldwide, how you feel, just {Ride} [Choclair] {Saukrates} You see, I flow like an 850, the turbo Down the lakeshore with po-po chasing Then you be wastin' your time {Swing down sweet chariot, stop} X2 in background If you try to check for flaws If you bet against Chizz-nocks Count your loss See I don't care what you people think or say What you do, I got a crew that run up in your HQ Dissed by who, six foot one, sleppy eyed Dark skinned glasses reflecting from the sun, nigga Check that poster, I lay your girl down like a coaster Drop my glass, slap that ass Don't care about a thing See it's all about the way Chocs makes the bells ring People talkin' shit but can't do a damn thing So understand this, it's all about the lyricist No one can rock a beat just like I Borough Side representer, C-H the I-Z Knows how to ride, understand? Just ride [Choclair] {Saukrates] All my peoples on Lockdown, you know we can {Ride} All my peoples on the corner hustlin just {Ride} All my girls in tight skirts, you know we gon' just {Ride} All my people pushin fat rides with illy rims just {Ride} If you can feel the vibe, then we can all just {Ride} All my dames in sexy belly chains just {Ride} All my people from the T-dot O, just {Ride} All my peoples worldwide, how you feel? just {Ride} [Choclair] See I like the Chiquitas light and dark skinned Me, I love Senoritas, that's where my hearts been Now I be chillin' with my boys Paranorm' Having freaks in the living room suckin' it hard See I don't care what you think, nigga Yo, I'm laughing at your bitch-ass So niggas mind you speach when you talk All these people gettin' mad and vexed Sayin' all I talk 'bout sex Make a fuss 'cause they nuts don't bust So understand who I is {who you is} I got an SDS smile, while your girl's got an ass like an E-class I can drive it like a five-speed, stick shift Understand the ill shit that I possess, nothin' less If you stress, you be left blind, so read it up in brail Hard rock's coming but they always come frail Collobaration produced by Kardinal Now if you wanna ride, everybody needs to understand Just ride [Choclair] {Saukrates} All my Paranormal people, how you feel, just {Ride} All my FOS people how you feel, just {Ride} All my Cirlce mother fuckers, are you gonna just {Ride} All my peoples on Kneedeep, you know we just {Ride} All my peoples on the hill, how you feel, just {Ride} All my peoples in Hilltop, you know we gon' just {Ride} All my peoples from Rexdale, you know we gon' just {Ride} All my people from the T-dot O just {Ride} [Choclair Saukrates] Swing down sweet chariot, stop Swing down sweet chariot, stop Swing down sweet chariot, stop [Saukrates] Do you wanna get down with this? You can if you like Give me a call For real

Lets Ride

Richie Rich
Something about the West Coast... Shhh... Don't tell nobody [Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride Something about the West Coast Shake it westsiide throw ya hands up let's riide to the city of the scene put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride ] (Repeats until Verse 1) No disrespect it's all love and a muthafucka just feel real good be like what's poppin' on this side of the muthafuckin' planet understand me? It's still one love, smokin'. It's just a whole lot more money involved. Verse 1 Leanin' out my zone I roams like mobile phones (right) rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes Silly bitches lie in wait until the day I come home while the phone machine kicks 'Biitch Rich ain't at home' (Ha) six million ways to mob choose one I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes foes like bitches tuck they toes like hoes these amateur niggas done turned pro Can't ride with the hi pro glow the boss with the sauce got receipts to show how much it cost I dedicate this to the ridahs who like to slip sideways Beware devil's shuttin' down the highway Chorus Something about the West Coast Shake it westsiide throw ya hands up let's riide to the city of the scene put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride (Repeat) Verse 2 How many MC's must get ditched before somebody say don't fuck with Rich It's evidential the Presedential's up on the wrist who that new nigga from Oakland with that brand new twist Don't even worry 'bout it watch yo' neck & chest they don't wanna get Elliott like Mr. Nest Known for flippin' scripts sick duets & mic' rips but now I'm off the hook don't trip Hookers throw yo' skirt up Cruddies throw yo' turf up hustlers trust her & some of them put that work up 'Cause if they ridin' they gone ride tonight when they hit it we to the next light. Believe it. Chorus Verse 3 Thou commands me to skyball hands free Sam see I'm havin' some spam hezask me 3-0 TV had fiv on it with the Luniz I got five on it. You wanna ride with me that's when you call yo' N-I-G I'd rather be puttin' the twomp on somethin' thick big SSL with Nicki Scarf' in the licks still hittin' licks in the villo with cigarillos big head C-notes and them light green pillows tinted windows V dozen on my Benzo the rumble and humble outdo' versus the indo' That's how it be'z when I smoke for sho' West Coast representin' all O. Believe it. Chorus 'til end with ad libs

They'll Never Know

MIS-TEEQ "Lickin' On Both Sides"
(feat. Asher D & Harvey of So Solid Crew) M with the I with the S - So Solid Just bring it down, Sing for me now [Rap By Asher D] (Freestyling...) You just wishing you hype this Jealousy and the hate is what forced me to write this And you still want to spite this Mis-Teeq and So Solid - you know that I like this People know that I write quick On the road with my flows they describe how my life is I won't say who my wife is - I'll let her spit for herself And you know she will hype this You just wishin' you'd done this There was never no fight if there was then I won this I'm caught up in this fun bliss These people have taken what I have accomplished The same people they will run quick Disguised as a friend and pretending to bump fists How many times have I done this I got flows in abundance - the raver will bun dis Oh Oh They don't know the places we've been Ain't seen the things that we've seen We're sitting down reminiscing dreams (They'll never know) They'll never know 'bout the things that we do They'll never know 'bout the strength of our crew Ride to the rhythm as we're passing 'thru (Ha ha ha ha ha) They don't know the places we've been Ain't seen the things that we've seen We're sitting down reminiscing dreams (They'll never know) They'll never know 'bout the things that we do They'll never know 'bout the strength of our crew Ride to the rhythm as we're passing 'thru (Let the music take control) [Rap By Alesha] The masters of simplicity go back from Shaolin Teachers turn preachers they carve discipline In a royal affair we reign from within Let the journey begin It's working on my lyrical tone Day unfolds like a story done told Feed your mind like a gun reload With my lyrical flow feel I'm gonna reload Jet with the set You know I'm high spent Back in the days when I couldn't pay rent, yo Struggling, juggling, hustling People said I never meant this thing So listen up as the story begins Give me the mic let me ride, let me bling Enterpreneur let me ride, let me sing (Oh Oh) They don't know the places we've been Ain't seen the things that we've seen Sitting down reminiscing dreams (They'll never know) They'll never know 'bout the things that we do They'll never know 'bout the strength of our crew Ride to the rhythm as we're passing 'thru (Ha ha ha ha ha) They don't know the places we've been Ain't seen the things that we've seen Sitting down reminiscing dreams (They'll never know) They'll never know 'bout the things that we do They'll never know 'bout the strength of our crew Ride to the rhythm as we're passing 'thru (Let the music take control) M with the I with the S - So - So Solid Oh, just bring it down sing it to me now As we do with the micro rude and proper Get up on the mic as we come correct [Rap By Harvey] I rearrange this I came through and gave you a gift So you can relive, So stop watching this Because I'm living in bliss Mis-Teeq and So Solid this I worked hard for this now now I'm sippin' the cris Are you feeling my drift Could it be that I'm top of list Could it be the way I uplift Or the could it be that my style and my flow it is too hot for you So you can't control it Or could it be that the clips in my whips Are going into sticks and they're already loaded Could it be we turn tunes to hits Mis-Teeq in the whips now you love us to bits, Yo Could it be we blew the rave scene Without speaking keen if you know what I mean seen I make dough, when I happened to be on a mission Back in the day I switched it to another vision Now I wrote flows - Use my MC intuition High like a kite though people want to stop and listen We make tunes now people really wanna listen We make cream now people really wanna glisten It's alright though, listen to my Harveyism And if you don't know, talking about my religion I make dough when I happened to be on a mission Back in the day I switched it to another vision Now I write flows, Use my MC intuition High like a kite though people wanna stop and listen I'm a lady and I'm gonna do this now To the ladies living so cris, wow Up on the mic, I'm a lyrical entertain Making money was my aim before the fame Me crack Alesha you know you're insane Make hits you know I'm gonna maintain On the mic I'm a lyrical viber Here I go I'm gonna get you hyper Oh Oh They don't know the places we've been Ain't seen the things that we've seen We're sitting down reminiscing dreams (They'll never know) They'll never know 'bout the things that we do They'll never know 'bout the strength of our crew Ride to the rhythm as we're passing 'thru (Ha ha ha ha ha) They don't know the places we've been Ain't seen the things that we've seen We're sitting down reminiscing dreams (They'll never know) They'll never know 'bout the things that we do They'll never know 'bout the strength of our crew Ride to the rhythm as we're passing 'thru (The music take control) They don't know DOn't know, know, know, know They don't Know They'll Never Know Never know They don't know the places we've been Ain't seen the things that we've seen We're sitting down reminiscing dreams (They'll never know) They'll never know 'bout the things that we do They'll never know 'bout the strength of our crew Ride to the rhythm, Ride to the rhythm (Let the music take control)

313 - Infinite

EMINEM
Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see Eminem: Man what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see Verse 1: Eye-Kyu Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new heights premeditated Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it The escalated can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MC's and I ate it So I take it that's the reason I'm hated To represent my temperment If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC's would not be impitant But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so) Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now) Everything that you collaborate I lacerate My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate I blasterate, and have you all running master gates And as for face clutching and touching the flows I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance, no we won't have that You want your shit to blow up? Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to kingdom come Then bring them some of this real hip-hop I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing about And you all knew from Meeko That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno So stop that bullshit and flow Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know Chorus: Eminem So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one see Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you bout to see come free So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one see Verse 2: Eminem So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 You don't know shit so when you see one flee You can be Run-D, you'll never beat the MC I'll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory It's either them or me man, kill or be killed You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty If he's acting soft and he cowers He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with E's Dethrone MC's and I'ma max alone Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks, of fellow follower's singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours let's see what you got But don't front and never try to be what you're not Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack Chorus: Eye-Kyu So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these skills you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me So you ain't ever gonna be one see Eminem: So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313 None of these skills that you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me So you ain't ever gonna be one see

On The Hunt

LYNYRD SKYNYRD "Nuthin' Fancy"
I said baby mama, I don't know your name But I said baby, sugar I can play your game Every night when we leave the hall I see you hanging around You wanna ride in my big black car baby Wanna go uptown [Chorus] I know who you are baby I know what they call you girl Never put you down baby I'm just like you baby, I'm on the hunt I know lady People gonna talk about you and me Let me say one thing mama, sugar I do as I please And if you wanna love me baby, I'm your man And all those high-falutin' society people I don't care if they don't undertand [Chorus] My daddy told me a long time ago Said there's two things son Two things you should know And in these two things you must take pride That's a horse and woman, yeah Well both of them you ride

Will They Die 4 You?

Mase "Harlem World"
Yeah [1] - How many niggas that'll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you How many niggas that'll die for you How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you [Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me? Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me? Obviously, we all know you type of cats Let they man get struck, never strike back Stay in the street, seven days a week Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope Call me anything but broke When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6 And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this [Repeat 1] [Mase] Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap We beef '89, still watch your back A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back If it lead to the guns, then that be that And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me Wanna send 'em heat without AC Thinks I'm sweet, taste me How much you really want it? Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it? This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit My own niggas, see I pay my own trip Make my own chips, I copped my own 6 I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick My day be short, need coke, raid the fort I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court And though niggas die for, go on the shelf Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt Me, I always had, so I never go for self Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down Kick your door down, surround the block Where you go now? Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now [Repeat 1] [Lil' Kim] Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war This shit here, nothing to fuck with I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with Lil' Kim spread like syphilis You think I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B To the motherfuckin' E-E Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out I gets it on, money keep growin' Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone Like a splinter I enter So why should I throw my blows in those Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for [Repeat 1]

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