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ERYKAH BADU lyrics

Baby You Got Me

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[Chorus] x 2 (Erykah Badu) If you were worried 'bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don't worry you know that you got me [Verse 1] (Black Thought) Somebody told me that this planet was small we use to live in the same building on the same floor and never met before until I'm overseas on tour and peep this ethiopian queen from philly taking classes abroad she studying film and photo flash focus record said she workin on a flick and could my click do the score she said she loved my show in paris at elise momarre and that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart we knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter she like that shit don't matter when I get home get at her through letter, phone, whatever let's link, let's get together shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot time passed, we back in philly now she up in my spot tellin me the things I'm tellin her is makin her hot startin buildin with her constantly round the clock now she in my world like hip-hop and keep tellin me [Chorus] x2 [Verse 2] (Black Thought) Yo, I'm the type that's always catchin a flight and sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night and that's when she flip and get on some 'ol (Eve) Another lonely night seems like I'm on the side you only loving your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy keep that shit tight but yo I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me while politikin with my sister from new york city she said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty sike, I'm playin boo, you know it's just wit you I'm stayin boo and when cats be poppin game I don't hear what they sayin boo when you out there in the world, I'm still your girl with all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills so when you sweatin on stage think of me when you rhyme and don't be listenin to your homies they be leavin you blind (Black Thought) Yeah, so what you sayin I can trust you? (Eve) Is you crazy, you my king for real (Both) But sometimes relationships get ill (Female Voice) No doubt [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3] (Black Thought) Thet snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat that's whispering she tryin to play you for the fool Black if something's on your chest then let it be known see I'm not your every five minutes all on the phone and on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact that people bite back and fracture what's intact and they'll forever be I ain't on some oh I'm a celebrity I deal with the real so if it's artificial let it be I've seen people caught in love like whirlwinds listening to they squads and listening to girlfriends that's exactly the point where they whole world ends lies come in, that's where that drama begins, she like [Chorus] until fade

Right On Time

JOEY BADA$$ "Summer Knights"
[Intro:] My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful So much charm [Verse 1:] The only lady I can ever mess bonds with On some atomic bond shit, our love is plutonic But I just can't, put my foot on it My one and my only We not only, lovers but homies Whenever I'm lonely, right on time she arrives She know the business for some minutes I bury that kitty alive Although I'm kidding but I really be in it And we don't plan on having kiddies but I really be skinnin' really be raw They say sex is the weapon Love is really a war And sometimes I feel threatened cos she really know all My weaknesses Sometimes we fight, won't speak and shit But we both know what the sequence is It's like a never-ending cycle Something like your menstrual The day you put your menopause I'll pause the instrumentals [?] She got me in the mental Me and you until the end of time Till we no longer existential [Hook x2:] Right on time You are my love (This ain't nothing like a consistent, persistence We'll be switching positions My mission's to put you in the best conditions) [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] They say one mans trash is another mans treasure No, one man's clever, one knows no better I like to go get her to keep her warm in cold weather She blow below better then she goes for endeavors Write our names on the clouds in bold letters If hoes ever touch me she load Berettas But trust me, she's lusty it must be me Rubbin it off on her skin I can't budge her, a pen? I swear that her love is just a sin We back at it again Fussin and fightin I start cussin she cryin Break up to make up I start cuttin' then slide it in Then we mix the vibe with some Hen You got five, I got ten Now we some trippy niggas as high as a fin But what's your game love? Already know it We some ordinary people but extraordinary poets Get lost in the moment when I po' it Fuck it if we drownin in pain coz we don't really show it [Hook x2] My eyes have never seen someone so beautiful So much charm [x2]

Invocation

Common Sense "One Day It'll All Make Sense"
Common: Yo niggaz don't want none of this Niggaz know they can't fuck with this Turn this shit up just a little more I walk the night in rhymin armor bomb a nigga like a winter coat Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara Symbolize dope like sirens do terror Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it Players is gettin traded I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded My juice is grated Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision Crews is gettin split like decisions Com will let it ride in collision Vision like Colleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar... Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring Now, it's teethin My reason of rhyme applies to season and time Season of mind , body and regions divine In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube Came in this rap life nude Now I'm fully clothed with flows You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos With classic material, imperial and rugged like Got mag, but my slugs a mic You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right Downtown interracial lovers hold hands I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style Hold a Stone Isle profile Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin Hummin comin towards you with power like forest do Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist Rhyme wise, you a rest haven You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven You need to do more deletin and less savin A praise in hell, raisin heaven Like the bill on my pager leavens What you should have known from day one You will on day seven (scratching)Hungry hip hop junkie in the city(x3)

The ROC (Just Fire)

CAM'RON "Come Home With Me"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek) [Memphis Bleek] Yeah...yeah, nigga... Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA! My break I'm fresh off it I never change, I'm stuck in these ways Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh) But I'm-a do it for my enemies They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be Now what that sound like Plus they know what a clip get down like Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels Cuz u fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel I live this way it's real...dog...no joke Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60 For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me We all criminals but live like a diplomat We get low, when the dough low, get it back [Beanie Sigel] Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man We run the spot, drop ceilings fam... Hit the wall drop ceiling fans Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van... Up with killers man And line the trunk Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump The coach walk you through and he grind you up What-chu want the dope or the weed How you want it packaged In the cap or the bag How you want me packin' Wit' the mac or the mag Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast And keep a wack that'll gag ya back Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks It's the Broad Street Bully bitch I bully niggaz on the broadest streets I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK! Know my rules when the barrel get hot When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear... Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!) Nobody hit up in the cross cuz I'm observin' (you ain't here!) Nobody be missin' your loss cuz you deserved it South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel... [Cam'ron] (Killa! Killa!) Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8 I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000 That to 100,000, in front-a housin' Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin' It's the top don, glock palm, dot com Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman And I'm extra scary CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries All for information...it ain't necessary They in love like the 14th of February Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial be one year from today All y'all think it's peace and peachy I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock... Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies Hungry hoes say 'Killa feed me feed me...' Calm down ma, easy easy Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me He ain't no tease but measly Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me... [scratches] You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... [Jay-Z] Niggaz wanna despise the team... [Beanie Sigel] ROC-A-FELLA When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! [Jay-Z] [scratches] KILLA! [Cam'ron] [scratches] EASY! Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! [Bleek] Roc-a-roc-a [scratches] Roc-a-roc-a [scratches] Roc-a-roc-a ROC in this muh [scratches] muh-muhfucka... [Jay-Z]

Randy The Musical

ACTION BRONSON "Rare Chandeliers"
[Verse 1:] You can find us in the garden like Spike on any night Encrusted in some ice that look bluish in the light Spanish on the mistress, Jewish on the wife Shootin' like a piston, aim for proper distance Live from London, number crunchin' Drivin' gloves with some Asian bitches rubbin' me with sponges Expensive lunches, wages off of hunches I bet the dogs and if I win it then the paper yours Pack your bag, wash your pussy, then leave Meet me at the airport, the plane is leaving at 3 She said alright, blew smoke through my nose It's the talented younger stallion, no Pinocchio nose [Verse 2:] Please stop your shit's all hype dude Meanwhile the wrist all spiteful Just be real, that shit's not like you Man you know these things go through a cycle Straight from Queens rock fatigue all weather Fila three-quarter cream feet all leather Never sing the blues, man my team mo' better We blow cheddar, au four feta City lights shine bright on my complexion Self-reflection, red hands flashing at the intersection Life is green-lit, one star no script Supporting actors, fresh peaches no pit I love my people, considered as my brothers Came from different mothers, came up in the same struggle Some estranged, some deep up in the game still Money separate, believe you know the fame will [Verse 3:] Ayo macerate the fruit, tap it over angel's food Yeah we gettin' loot, Timberland the boot Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen People on my dick because I'm vicious with the diction House shoes and some khakis on the west Hit the beach up, twist the Cheech up, let the beat thump Never fuckin' with the crab that's pre-lumped Makin' bitches sign a pre-nup Chocolate with the mean rump Serve some cream stuff, shit to make the fiends jump Crispy greenery, tropical the scenery Believe you me, this shit ain't always what it seem to be I'm feastin' dolo down in Italy I'm in the street like a hooker's feet I'm known to sit on leather I'm smokin' hash and marijuana cause it go together Old school PAL at the colder center Three AM we on the corner rockin' Polo sweater [Outro:] Thank you It might be the illest track I ever wrote Who left it? You? Word yo I'm sippin' something, I gotta sip before I rap I gotta ooo ooo ooo Bing bing bing bing bing Exactly Bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing bing It's rap

Hungry

COMMON "One Day It'll All Make Sense"
[Common] Yo, niggaz don't want none of this Niggaz know they can't fuck with this Turn this shit up just a little more I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it Players is gettin traded I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded My juice is grated Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision Crews is gettin split like decisions Com will let it ride in collision Vision like Coleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar... Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring Now, it's teethin My reason of rhyme applies to season and time Season of mind, body and regions divine In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube Came in this rap life nude Now I'm fully clothed with flows You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos With classic material, imperial and rugged like Got mag, but my slugs a mic You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right Downtown interracial lovers hold hands I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style Hold a Stone Isle profile Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist Rhyme wise, you a rest haven You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven You need to do more deletin and less savin A praise in hell, raisin heaven Like the bill on my pager leavens What you should have known from day one You will on day seven Hungry hip hop junkie in the city (*scratched 3X*)

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