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Dr. Dooom lyrics - First Come, First Served

No Chorus

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Yeah.. You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album Dr. Dooom.. Name of this track is called I Don't Want the Motherfuckin Chorus Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through Fuck all the laws.. What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track? Who posessed you to do that? Who programmed - that shit sound wack Unplug your mic You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype Programmed by the company, makin somethin cheap Vocals sound like a nigga with no dough and a promo; makin asses out of yourselves, tryin to rap solo Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because you wanna be me Y'all niggaz write like slouches puffin blunts on studio couches What's up you fuckin amateur? Your engineer'll cue in your bullshit cadence That shit sounds simple; look at this nigga rhymin to hisself Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck Big crews don't want it -- y'all get it worse Which one of y'all motherfuckers is waitin for the mic first? I hope your bitch is in the audience Your wife too, that's your fanbase -- plus your DJ's in the place I'm about to boo you, let it be fair; when you come off-stage ninety percent of the people that came on your guest list ain't gon' be there A big dissapointment when I rub your asshole with a verbal ointment Rappers actin hard, nervous in the dressin room with a security guard Groupies standin round with they fuckin face frowned Lookin like fuckin Homey the Clown Put that Spring Water down man, you ain't sweatin You motherfuckers did a ten minute weak show and you jettin; your fans are mad - your performance was garbage bag Look at these videotapes Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts like the Planet of the Apes Supervise it, criticize it, y'all don't realize it where the real guys at Who's administrating your budget when you takin that high picture for Right On with your ballroom light on You know the night is kind of special like Lauryn bro when I escort you to your car, you breakout bastards Leave the premises and reminisce on your rookie season after you first started You try to work hard and you never paid no dues like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata You wack nigga, tryin to act large in the video in Nevada You fuckin pink maggot; I'll take your mic, you can't have it You niggaz be runnin around with ears open like fuckin bunny rabbits That's right, Dr. Dooom All you motherfuckers around the world sittin in studios with your boys Hypin your shit up Motherfuckers don't wanna tell you that your shit is wack because they all yes men Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases Bein your fuckin cheerleaders I'ma tell you straight, look in the fuckin mirror, you wack That shit don't sound right, your mixdown ain't right Your vocals are too low.. your fuckin cadence is off Stage show's weak.. fuck you!

Somethin To Bump To

Califa Thugs "Califa Thugs"
Feat. O.G. Spanish Fly [Mr. Sancho] Come with us and let's toast Chillin in the west coast Finest City with the best hoes, San Diego Feelin the urge to choken, token, poten But provokin hallucination [nation] I lovin the face you're facin Chasin firme hynas Havin to wine and dinna To bump and grind her Playa hatas can not find us Cause I'm san diego's finest Chicanos (?) (?) Cause I'm the one with the gun And I'm usin it for fun, run Cause I'ma stun you with the tip of my tongue Smokin a blunt passin it to the side To my homie OFI Then it goes around to the homie Spanish Fly Why, cause we gotta get high, so high Party wit the ladies to the crack of sun rise Suprise dialated eyes, party over Time to leave cause I'm comin down my high baby [Chorus: OFI] This the kinda of shit Tthat you bump to get drunk to Smoke a blunt to Do what you want to This the kinda shit that'll Make them freaks want you Make em cheat on Steal your chesse from you [2x] [ O.G. Spanish Fly a.k.a Maniac] Woke up one mornin Threw on my shoes Hit the liquor store Grabed 40 ounce of booze Rolled up a joint Put it to the sky I be gettin high until the day I di die With the homies gettin druged out ain't gotta lies Califa Thugs kickin playin wit a nine Playin Russian, pull it, cock it back And bust it real quick The shit that I'm on is hit and it sounds sick Always and forever, I'm down for whatever Whether it's not clever, or in a stormy weather Kickin it wit homies, never roll with phonies You'll never see me rollin down the street with no knowmies Keep my head fool, I never look down No one can catch me slippin that's on me and on the brown So listen up to what I say Because my shits out, and it's out to stay [Chorus] [OFI] I'm ridin low, but I'm all so high Got my top droped and my head in the sky Cruisin by the beach checkin out all the asses Chrome rims blingin, better get your sun glasses Who's that vato wit the frozen wrist Even make stuck up hoes do the neck twist They say a little loco shouldn't roll like this That I belong in a regal or a cutless But sorry, if it's a bucket I don't roll it Ride so cold, you think a mothafucka stole it That seems to be our stero types, but I don't fit I never sleep. and I always stay committed Always on the grind always gettin mine Always pack a nine, always talk to a bitch if she's fine Sinnin from the beginin until the end of time And when I'm done wit my son, this shit rewinds When you see me, don't say he's too good for his people Say he works hard and got's no equal If you're hiena I just blow you a kiss But if you a homie I'll throw up the brown fist, like this [Chorus]

Without Me

EMINEM "The Eminem Show"
[Intro (Obie Trice)] 'Obie Trice/Real Name No Gimmicks' [Refrain 1] 2 trailer park girls go round me outside round me outside, round me outside [Repeat Refrain 1] [Refrain 2] Guess whos back, back again Shadys back, tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back... [Verse 1] I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to see Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya a little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating when I'm rocking the table while he's operating you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck YOU DEBBIE_! [Chorus X2] Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me cuz we need a little controversy, cuz it feels so empty without me [Verse 2] Little hellions kids feeling rebellious embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis they start feeling the prisoners helpless, 'til someone comes along on a mission and yells 'bitch' A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel so let me just revel an bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass and it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me Well I'm back [batman sound] fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kids ears and nesting Testing 'Attention Please' feel the tension soon as someone mentions me here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me [Chorus X2] [Verse 3] A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit. Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno Now lets go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey) there's a concept that works 20 million other white rappers emerge but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me [Chorus X2] (Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) [X2] 'Kids'

Cocktales

Too Short
*CHORUS* these are the tales the freaky tales these are the tales that i tell so well you dont like my dirty raps you can go to hell cause short dog's on the mic telling cocktales H-E-A-D all you washed up hoes tryin to throw that p you just a big freak you better not complain when you hear these cocktales and you hear yo name if you a fake bitch aint no thang i pick up the phone and call Denine if i call Marie, i know for a fact ill get sucked in my drop top cadillac i met this freak named Naomi strait dick sucker worked me and my homie she had a girl friend her name was Vicky i pulled her to the side and let her suck my dick she was fine as fuck but cant fuck with Tina Tina Tina the sperm cleaner i took her to my house and i told her strip baby got freaky started doin the splits i said biotch do what you want cause a true blue mac won't even front i fucked her wit my finger she tried to cum pussy so tight wouldnt give me none im sure Too Short couldn't be no punk im tryin a get funky cause i love to funk my dick is big and her nigga had a little one i didnt fuck her freaky ass but it was still fun i know you stop and wonder just what it is its the California lifestyle that i live see im from the crew dangerous bitch tellin everybody bout this freaky shit i know this bitch name Annette you get her all alone and she'll suck yo dick hella freak won't say no fo shit you and her all alone nigga thats yo bitch i know another freak her names Joanne i always get the pussy cause i know i can finest bitch around aint got no man every time she cross my mind i go fuck her again shes like another freak named Christina bitch so dumb i named her misdemeanor cause it had to be a crime to be that dumb i took her to my house and she let me cum in her mouth you know i did all that shit she got my number if she beep me ima call that bitch and go digin them guts like a gardner if she start screamin ima fuck the bitch harder cause *CHORUS* i meet the groupies hookers like Kathy fuckin MC's cause shes so nasty see her backstage tryina throw that ass she just like to freak and she had to pass me that pussy you cant stop the bitch let her roll on those and then drop her rich my name is short my game is long i freak these hoes and sing these songs i know a bitch named Stephanie do anything she can to have sex wit me she really dont bring out the best in me but i love her fine ass layin next to me shes like another freak named Nicole so damn sprung on my diamonds and gold i took her to my house she gave me the panties i fucked her so good she told her friend named Angie Angie called me up about two weeks later talkin some shit about do me player so i did her just like Tamera takin naked pictures with my polaroid camera next they told a bitch named Raquel got my skin all under her fingernails she was diggin in my back while i grind the shit that was way back now i cant find the bitch but if i do ill probably do the same again break the bitch for everything cause i came to pimp im Too Short baby i dont stop mackin i grab the microphone and i dont stop rappin you can bet yo life as i spit these raps ill be fuckin em up like that biotch i know a bitch her name is Sheri i had to cut her loose cause she wanna get married pussy so good and i do mean very sometimes its shaved sometimes its hairy im Short Dog aint nothin nice yeah but make me mad and ill fuck your wife have fun wit your bitch have her sprung on my dick i guess ill pull it out and just cum on your bitch like my other little tramp named Erica anywhere i wanna fuck thats where i fuck cause shes the frekiest bitch in America and everytime i get the pussy i just tear it up cause *CHORUS * BIOTCH and it dont stop to the beat

Stop Fuckin Wit Me

Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz "CrunkJuice"
[Intro] Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup) It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it) Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam On the motherfuckin track, Rick Rubin (Yeah) I don't think y'all ready for this shit (y'all ain't ready nigga) Nothin but some real gangsta shit (gangsta shit) For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah) Now I'm havin a hard fuckin life right now (a hard life) And I'm gunna give y'all some of my fuckin pain [Hook – 2X] Why you fuckin wit me? Stop fuckin wit me! Don't be fuckin wit me! Stop fuckin wit me! [Interlude 1] You know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard I fuckin try I can't do the right motherfuckin shit Like I be tryin and shit and shit always be turning out fucked up Like my bitch always on my fuckin back talkin bout I need to get a fuckin job Talking bout how I need to pay my fuckin child support and shit Bitch I'm out here tryin to do all that shit and that shit don't go my fuckin way Sometimes you need to get the fuck up off my back And let me learn how to get this shit right on I want you to stop fuckin wit me Why don't you stop fuckin wit me [Hook] [Verse One] Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but it just don't work (Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but that shit don't work) Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk (Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk) Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch (Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch) Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit (Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit) Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope (Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope) Now my baby mama callin bout that child support (Now my baby mama callin bout that child support) Bitch back the fuck up, and let me smoke my weed (Bitch back the fuck up, let me smoke my weed) Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me (Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me) [Hook] [Interlude 2] Seem like no matter what the fuck I do, my bitch, she always on fuckin top of me I'm out here tryin to make fuckin money and shit And everytime I motherfuckin come home this bitch always got something to say I'm cheatin on her and shit, I ain't doin nothin [Verse 2] I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone (I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone) You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome (You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome) I've been out all day, all I want is a beer (I've been out all day, all I want is a beer) Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear (Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear) I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money (I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money) Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny (Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny) You mad cause you heard that a girl like me (You mad cause you heard that your girl like me) You better check that bitch before you come and check me (You better check that bitch before you come and check me) [Hook] [Interlude 3] Know what? I'm just gunna leave the motherfuckin house cause if I stay in this motherfucker, I'm gunna end up fuckin' yo ass up And I ain't tryin' to motherfuckin go to jail I'm just going to jump in my motherfuckin shit get on the highway find me some dro, and get the fuck away from your motherfuckin ass before I lose my motherfuckin mind Bye bitch Oh shit What the fuck...the motherfuckin police behind me Shit [Verse 3] Had to get out the house far away from my bitch (Had to get out the house far away from my bitch) Cause if I stay any longer it might be some shit (If I stay any longer it might be some shit) And now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo' (Now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo') And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro (And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro) The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit (The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit) That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit (That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit) Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit (Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit) Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch (Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch) [Hook] 4X

Still A Regular Nigga

AB-SOUL "Long Term 2: Lifestyles Of The Broke And Almost"
Longterm is defined as...Fuck it y'all already know Chyeaa, the long awaited, highly anticipated (L-T-2) Haha it's human music; nothing more, nothing less You know what type of nigga I am, I just borrowed a dollar from the homie I'm back...I know you missed me Long Term the sequel, my swisher sweet is equal My cup is full of brown like the skin color of Hebrews, And this is not a test, no I'm nothing to mess With, just find a cliff, and please don't watch your step You know just what I rep, Top notch to the fullest And TDE's my fam, for each of them I catch a bullet. I'm strolling on Del-Amo Boulevard towards the Arco To get another Black & Mild, my lungs look like charcoal, Yea I know- Your whip is like one of those in car shows, I still got '09 tags on my Mitsubishi mirage No gas, need new break pads, new tires to inspire to get money like Arabs. Jewish lawyers, NASDAQ stock holders But for now I'm broke, I need a fix, I be borrowin' the homie's clothes to go to events Just so I'm camera ready when they be takin' flicks, I admit [Hook:] I'm still a regular nigga, doin' regular shit Got my regular car, got my regular bitch Still dressin' the part, in my regular fit Like being regular is some irregular shit I ain't changed for shit (no) Still walking 'round with a pocket full of motherfuckin' change (I'm on my regular shit!) Homie! [x4] No chain, no watch No diamonds, no Glock No rap sheet, no new drop whip, no top No Gucci, no Louis, no shopping on Melrose I asked for the bitch number, she looking like "Hell naw" No record, no street credit, I'm probably in debt No work, Herb never move right off his step No G-4s, no clearports, none of that I got a standby ticket As for the flight, I just missed it I'm trying to stay optimistic In the midst of the struggle Cause y'all make it rain, but I just slipped in a puddle See my life is simple: I rap and smoke weed Eat when I can, have sex when I need Grab a fifth of E- And J and I'm straight I don't meant to be vane but hey I must be the savior And if you're playing this tape, you're playing it safe But I'm getting escorted by the armed forces to home plate (Soul!) I am only the antonym of fake, if you're antenna is up, then you may feel the same I see your 24's and them motherfuckers great I even like the green and red stiches on your J's The LV on your belt buckle, Audemar arm Purple label, VIP table, Chandon Black car, model braud always on the scene 5 Star continental breakfast, presidential suite But to be the best, do I gotta have those things? Is that the only way that I'mma make these hoes sing? Make these niggas feel me and put on my whole team Shit, that'll compromise my own dreams A fortune cookie read; I had a future in music I wonder how many people got that very same message An A&R told me that I look like a star And before I let it get to my head, it's best I confess it [Hook] [JaVonte:] Just doing what I do Just doing what I do Just doing what I do [Ab-Soul:] And this is Long Term 2 nigga (I'm doing what I do) Lifestyles of the broke and almost famous (Just doing what I do)

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