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Del The Funky Homosapien lyrics

You Wouldnt Understand

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Yo, im staying where we gettin crazy love my noisy neighbors live just above me up in 13 A the stripper says hes gunna fix the heat for sure, ive heard it 5 times before 3 locks on every door, cause sum folks got the tendency to take it aint beverly hills more like stephanie mills i never knew love like this could every exist four corners on every shopping list ?? when gun shots keep u up instead of heavy snoring, pipes drippin the elevators broken, damn man im needin a lift thank god i dont stay up on the 25th floor yo we aint always at war its alot about the projects i do ignore chorus: but you wouldnt understand it, its like another planet you wouldnt understand it, the cops would catch your drawers down red handed its outlanded (x2) come thru our projects about 4 in the morning so i can tell you what be goin on then one block, gun shots, some hot stuff, sell it to you for a buck? boy that aint enuf hand cuffs on your brother man my wifes wonderin, when you gonna fix the tenants plumbing man im tired, this ghettos cool but its on fire i see this fool with his crack pipe lookin wired hookers for hire, look at the ply wood on the building where termits live in my wife sleeps peacely, it aint easy for me cause im trippin off these ppl with there ? black white chicano,hell if i no every guy no about the stolen cell phone i got the hookup, police got me shook up in court, cant even fort, its okay though i got the building, the pay though but some tenants act like they just say no im gettin older in my years, feel me ive got a photo worth of fears but its cool, we gotta make it better dont take my sweater yall make my head hurt i aint even gunna finish this song its too long ima watch cops in my lazy boy and my thong chorus..(x2)

Da Bosses Lady

Kool G. Rap "Roots Of Evil"
(Talking) whasup girl? I know that ya man and all but yo what you see in that nigga? you need to get with a nigga like me for real does he got one of these GS 4's? Navigator system and everything word up.... Chorus (Singing) Thats all I wanted was someone special someone sacred in my life Baby won't you be my Daddy Figure...... Verse 1 I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views minks with laced jewels nails, hairdo's and facials placed you in snake shoes did it up right, took the six night seven day cruise the beige creludes your pockets stay full, upgraded you, made me wait too I made you my suede boo, main chick, wifey and Angel put ten Karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle my whole angle, allow you in my triangle to shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single these other cats is rectangles, they sweat bad girls they Bullwinkles, tricks of Rip Van Winkles but now you mingle with a real cat that gets the Pringles and all you gotta be is thankful that we can see the sea food menu's push whips, hit all the venues fly gear sharp as Ginsu's stare at the other pairs of gym shoes as long as you continue, to keep it genu never pretend to, I know its in you the true Mommi, jigged out female Armani with tight Nani, sippin' on Cristal and Donny roll with mad Parmesani pretty the most, no lactose, had to play you close fataly attracted like Glen Close made other men ghost staright overdose of high post you rollin' with me, rich mans wife live your life in luxury, deluxe VP's hologram covered T.V''s 300 E with the CD sip Martini's in Tahiti Jamaican Rum inside the Kiwi play the major leagues, them other cats is pee-wee they see me and you boo, plush cribs in Malibu I'll profile with you, push my whip a mile or two you can have it all 'cause I like the style in you all you gotta do is be real and stay true chill in the Jacuzzi with the G tatoo by ya lap boo we can run around and act fool your Daddy Figure, the one that got love for you kid.... Chorus 2X Verse 2: Yo, we could sip ale on rocks sail on yachts rock the Rolex watch with hail on top boot knock, eat Lobster tail on docks Cristal inside the ice pail dont stop drop top, SEL, cell on lock gift shop, come out of Bloomingdales on cots you think not? you could see though go from Moschino to Tuxedo's as long as you only fuck me though house with the twin gazebo's Ceelo's, with the Champaigne orders by the waters of Puerto Rico peep the live show featuring Tito rockin' your fly Donna's private jet to the Bahamas you still knockin' all the Mommas premadonna on the set mad fly jewels around the neck cut perfect the linen skirt set didn't even flip the long Sable fur yet the iced out burgette with the matchin' purse set five thousand when the Shanelle was purchased strictly for the purpose I stress you to roll with mine lookin' live close from a day old drive, push a five jet ski drive, skooba-dive live not survive, tryin' to keep it alive watch the sun rise, clear blue skies too fly the sunshine got the ice blindin' your eye high priced merchandise shipped over shores seven Karrots out of Paris on the Concord with a fine broad bottle of wine poured bungalos bundles of ones with O's braodway shows, fly condos sweet as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino live with Tony Bennet on piano, white lacker combo me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new Spider me inside the navy blue Viper with the pipers, covered in some silk fibers millionaire type of wife to, brighten ta life up got you under the wing maybe run you my name everything one and the same your Daddy Figure who adore you spend for you bend for you hurt up other men for you down to bust around for you stick somebody in the ground for you kid, I'll hold it down for you I'll catch a round for you I'll lounge for you you know the deal, I love you to death just keep it real yo..... Chorus 2X

Daddy Figure

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "Roots of Evil"
(Talking) whasup girl?, I know that ya man and all but yo, what you see in that nigga? you need to get with a nigga like me, for real, does he got one of these GS-4's? Navigator system and everything, word up.... Chorus - (Singing) Thats all I wanted, was someone special, someone sacred in my life, Baby won't you be my Daddy Figure...... Verse 1 I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views minks with laced jewels nails, hairdo's and facials placed you in snake shoes did it up right, took the six night seven day cruise the beige creludes your pockets stay full, upgraded you, made me wait too I made you my suede boo, main chick, wifey and Angel put ten Karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle my whole angle, allow you in my triangle to shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single these other cats is rectangles, they sweat bad girls they Bullwinkles, tricks of Rip Van Winkles but now you mingle with a real cat that gets the Pringles and all you gotta be is thankful that we can see the sea food menu's push whips, hit all the venues fly gear sharp as Ginsu's stare at the other pairs of gym shoes as long as you continue, to keep it genu never pretend to, I know its in you the true Mommi, jigged out female Armani with tight Nani, sippin' on Cristal and Donny roll with mad Parmesani pretty the most, no lactose, had to play you close fataly attracted like Glen Close made other men ghost staright overdose of high post you rollin' with me, rich mans wife live your life in luxury, deluxe VP's hologram covered T.V''s 300 E with the CD sip Martini's in Tahiti Jamaican Rum inside the Kiwi play the major leagues, them other cats is pee-wee they see me and you boo, plush cribs in Malibu I'll profile with you, push my whip a mile or two you can have it all 'cause I like the style in you all you gotta do is be real and stay true chill in the Jacuzzi with the G tatoo by ya lap boo we can run around and act fool your Daddy Figure, the one that got love for you kid.... Chorus 2X Verse 2: Yo, we could sip ale on rocks sail on yachts rock the Rolex watch with hail on top boot knock, eat Lobster tail on docks Cristal inside the ice pail dont stop drop top, SEL, cell on lock gift shop, come out of Bloomingdales on cots you think not? you could see though go from Moschino to Tuxedo's as long as you only fuck me though house with the twin gazebo's Ceelo's, with the Champaigne orders by the waters of Puerto Rico peep the live show featuring Tito rockin' your fly Donna's private jet to the Bahamas you still knockin' all the Mommas premadonna on the set mad fly jewels around the neck cut perfect the linen skirt set didn't even flip the long Sable fur yet the iced out burgette with the matchin' purse set five thousand when the Shanelle was purchased strictly for the purpose I stress you to roll with mine lookin' live close from a day old drive, push a five jet ski drive, skooba-dive live not survive, tryin' to keep it alive watch the sun rise, clear blue skies too fly the sunshine got the ice blindin' your eye high priced merchandise shipped over shores seven Karrots out of Paris on the Concord with a fine broad bottle of wine poured bungalos bundles of ones with O's braodway shows, fly condos sweet as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino live with Tony Bennet on piano, white lacker combo me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new Spider me inside the navy blue Viper with the pipers, covered in some silk fibers millionaire type of wife to, brighten ta life up got you under the wing maybe run you my name everything one and the same your Daddy Figure who adore you spend for you bend for you hurt up other men for you down to bust around for you stick somebody in the ground for you kid, I'll hold it down for you I'll catch a round for you I'll lounge for you you know the deal, I love you to death just keep it real yo..... Chorus 2X

G-unit Anthem

50 CENT
(Chorus) 2x G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut) G-Unit in tha House (wut wut wut ) G-Unit in tha House (wut nigga wut) G-G-G-UNIT! Tony Yayo: In my hood u get no points for your jumpshot as soon as the sun rise, we back on the block this stress got me feelin like an old man and I stay on point for that red and gold van its the free lance performer YaYo be a pro cuz the flows been hot, since G.I. Joe yo my rhyme will have u noddin, like Raw in the Street so freaks gimme ass like toilet seats get at me, you really think u holding big daddy? so wheres ur in door courts, and bowling ally? i got heart like a hoover crip,but bust slugs like an IngleWood Blood i mengle wit Thugs, my single will buzz import, export get rid of tha drugs styll pack my Dope up witta mask and some gloves i use to have 8-balls in my 8-Ball jacket now i dawg lex coops, like luke in dukes of Hazard (chorus ) 2x Lloyd Banks: I put carpet Burns on these rats thru the days so they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings Legs im always wit a bisquit only way i get blue balls, is if a bitch had blue lipstick u broke rob more blocks cuz u aint gotta know how to break dance, to wind up on a card board box I'm Gucci down to my socks, groupies hound to the spots different format, keep groupies round for tha cops she'll be down for my watch, i aint generous and courteous i'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga you thirty-six ya'll dont want it with tha kid at all same shit, bigger bathrooms my niggaz brawll when we come after u, it aint no graze shots the sig will leave a hole in ya chest bigger than flava-Flav's clock nigga you pussy, and i think even Pac can smell the shit cause on the inside you softer than the mozerella stick (bitch) (chorus) 2x 50 Cent: I'm the leader of the New School now nigga wut! I got that .44 bulldog ill tear yo bitch ass up i pop off, nigga front i out my knife in yo gut have you in I.C.U screaming AHH! i'm cut i go RAH-RAH, like a dungeon dragon but i keep my pistol on me so my pants aint sagging everytime i'm in the house, niggaz grill a nigga but they feel a nigga, i'll kill a nigga when u speedin', shorty better stay in ur lane before i send one of my soldiers to blow out ur brains im the General,boy, u solute me uz a dead man if u attempt to shoot me i done lost some of my brains watchin military flicks got the whole G-Unit on some Military shit (Private Banks request permission to speak) Speak Nigga! but its dangerous when this dicipline involving street niggaz Close Chorus 2x

3 Verses

EMINEM "The Eminem Show"
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer () And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood As a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse And aint shit changed But kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now It's only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board That smashed into your Honda Accord With a 4 door Ford But a more toward () droppin an accapella The choppa () fella The mozarella Worse than a hellacopta propella Got you locked in the cella With your skeleton showing Developing anorexia While I'm standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins Feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full of drugs Pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance And driven To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement It's a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream 'I'M STILL ALIVE!' Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I'm a liar to start shit () Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas () We blowin up your house killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack () today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

Choppin Up That Paper

DO OR DIE "Headz Or Tailz (Explicit)"
Chorus: 1x (Val Young) Choppin up that paper(with you) I do it for you you know you got me lovin you Choppin up that paper(with you) I do you got me love-in youuuuuu Verse 1: (AK) Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury no matter me, I'm a trustin G says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride wit me? now happy here and there aint now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps but you others always want some and tell me true or false i know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you we can ride in the backseat drunk type all night sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), baby but you knew dat first you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars and boys out of grown men, from Chi to Texas to Los Angeles smokin canibus puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in Atlanta on a burner actin silly but lets pause back gettin back and when we call fax, I know you cant see it, but I'm all that you got the video of me and Twista ridin in the Benz/Lac but tell me can you fade back? still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L, double a-c always Chorus 1X Verse 2 (AK) Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry point the finger if you know its me, so flow when the lights on hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone dead wrong, if you think that I, am on the paper chase cause you seent that I kick it on the Sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin Hene spead your love and show love and not pro-long and for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips and I seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and G stacks but remember when we packed, Tennessee dont need that but we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go through I aint hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna ride on the side and chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high wit me still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L double a-c always Chorus 1x Verse 3: (AK) Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic its a habit, situation when I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did, so why you actin (?) we gettin crunk and did, run around givin G shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take a puff to the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, Chrystille, now you lady wanna do it again to an end, in a couple (?) less than Jeeps then Bentleys, VIP and the whole 9 we in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L , double a-c always Chorus 2x fade out

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