Five Fingers Of Funk lyrics - Slap Me Five

Pass The Vibe

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Look at where you at look look at where you're going Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing Got to come correct when I select words for wreck Because respect means more than any bullshit check I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that's on me Can't disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality See I've been down from the start to tear a sucker apart Fuck money guns and hoes just flow to show if you've got heart And we can go rounds you low-down duck Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your style sucks You little mark yo you didn't expect it Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit And ain't that 'bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that's my Origin fuck around and now you'll never snore again Slept like a baby thinking you were all that Your'e all wack player now look at where you at Look at where you at Stop and just listen 'cause ain't no time for riffing Just scoping and hoping I'll get open like a gift when Everybody's watching M.C.s beging jocking Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton But look at where I'm at now I'm ripping up the track Got my mind on a mission now there ain't no turning back Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble But you still put me on so now I try to be humble Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part Now it's Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart Still I depart from the past last night went fast Pete Miser is what I'm known as so now I watch my own ass Want to be all that without holding a strap Money grip don't trip just look at where you at -It ain't where you're from it's where you're at- I'm setting it off you're lost so stop and clock your plotted position Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you're slipping When I'm hitting I'm kicking the thick non-fiction upon my nation Understanding the place I'm facing through the knowledge of foundation Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed Took a look at now for known-how beat my brow where demanded Know I'm branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don't take shit From no-one throw one out to show the clout that I'm attaining Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I'll be reigning With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now sit Your ass down 'cause the last clown that tried to step Got swept like a dustpan man you understand? A fan of no one 'cause I know none that can bust a better rap I'm from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at

Step The Fuck Off

DONELL JONES "Forever"
[Intro:] You know what I hate? I hate it when a brother thinks hat everybody wanna smash his girl But what if it's your girl who wanna smash everybody? Let's go! I like the life I'm living, I try to keep it livin' Uh, your boy ain't tryin' to clean no fool This can not happen, cause you're already someone's lady That's why I can't be caught in a bed with you But she be beggin' your boy to bang her Twist her up in all kind of angles Speaking that universal language But I can't do that, cause this shit could be dangerous [Chorus:] Girl I'm scared you, so step the fuck off A mistaking shit you tryin' to do So step the fuck off I'll be dodging bullets for you, so step the fuck off Save the loving for your dude, and step the fuck off Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Should I do it? Can't do it For some reason lack of... too (Too, too, too) Girl you're living on the edge And if it catch us, I go take that fall with you Girl I'm tryin' to make you understand I like the life I'm living, I try to keep it livin' Uh your boy ain't tryin' to be no fool This can not happen, cause you're already someone's lady That's why I can't be caught in a bed with you But she be beggin' your boy to bang her Twist her up in all kind of angles Speaking that universal language But I can't do that, cause this shit could be dangerous [Chorus:] Girl I'm scared you, so step the fuck off A mistaking shit you tryin' to do So step the fuck off I'll be dodging bullets for you, so step the fuck off Save the loving for your dude, and step the fuck off If I put this... deep in you, It'll make you haller Twist you up like you a Rubik's cube (Watch me solve it) And you forget what you gotta do (That's a Wroblem) Cause you and me can never be, and that's a promise But if you was single girl I would ride you so It's the kind of love that you won't let go Give you that feeling that makes you lose control But you ain't single now, and this ain't going down [Chorus:] Girl I'm scared you, so step the fuck off A mistaking shit you tryin' to do So step the fuck off I'll be dodging bullets for you, so step the fuck off Save the loving for your dude, and step the fuck off

Things Money Can Buy

ANGEL HAZE "King"
Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me It's like an art exhibit with the thoughts presented article my been documented Stuck on they tongues now I'm in the mouth of critics Niggers sell their souls to stay afloat I'm trying to cop them clearance Cause I need more life they trying to take it from me Saying that I'm going nowhere fast like in place running It's kinda hard to be talking about dreams If they're my reality like I'm walking around sleep I'm just hallicinating My life is too adjacent Good things come to those who wait And I'm too impatient No, I'm too courageous Finger fucking penetrating X-ing out my failures wih the process of elimination That's one by one until there is nothing left But more success followed by more success Creating outlines like two year old traces To these other bitches I'm a human eraser I'm here now Baby your time's up But to gain the world Would I give my mind up Or would I lose my soul Shine instead of glow Could I lose my fucking way Trying to make it along Things money can buy Not my sense of self worth or none of my pride You never make it until you fail and you take it in stride I'm just about to live until death takes me alive Listen with your minds The ears of your thoughts Feel it in your souls Give me the tears of your heart Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Don't fuck with me Paintbrush to my thoughts Stroking the canvas with my genius Waiting to break through like a full grown fetus Laughing at these bitches while I'm reviewing their grievances Got a sack full of dicks that I've been brewing to feed em I've got lovers whose feelings I pretend to be conscious of And I am until I remember lonely hearts need lots of love I give it to them real whatever the case be Now I don't tie them down because they could never escape free How I'm feeling it's kinda hard to describe It's like standing in a field and being part of the signs Like love them with your body, your heart, your soul and your mind And when the feelings subside, watching part of you die Damn I guess feeling alive I did it on my own So I guess the feeling is mine Still no real friends Still don't trust shit A long list of fuck shit that I don't fuck with My best friend betrayed me Believe me I overtripped Until I learned to build a fucking bridge and get over it Now I believe the power of my own mind, of my moonlight, of my soulshine Things money can buy Not any of the shit that I value inside You never make it until you make it and you fail and you take it in stride So I'm just about to live until death takes me alive See life is a mystery Same thing with history, same thing with misery... it all ends eventually We all live in symmetry, yet still react to the same things differently People are people, we live for our own Live how you think, not by what you've been told Break out the mold, embrace a new form Create a new life, then make it through scorned... There are hearts on the inside with strengths unparalleled There is life and it's cyclic, and it comes like a carousel... You've just got to enjoy the ride... You've just got to enjoy the ride... There are too many things that money can buy There are too many dreams that money can sell But, not enough real... just not enough real

West Savannah

OUTKAST "Aquemini"
[Big Boi] February 1st, 1975 it happened Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen My daddy was sellin that sack, now he's gots responsibilities Stayed at me granny's while me mammy was at work and she couldn't watch my every move so shit I started servin Around Frazier Home, down in the West Side projects Changin over foodstamps, and hittin a lick was next see I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap is slightly pointed East So flyin, or floatin, a Brougham is what I'm sportin Sade is in my tape deck, I'm movin in slow motion boi So meet me deep in the streets that's where I learned the capers Us lickin blunts, lickin leaves, rollin reefer papers I'm slightly slouched, in the seats off in my bucket But the niggaz around the Ave. and the hoes, they love me They wanna be me and my family too Because the money that I make be puttin cable off in every room So follow the beans, follow my lead through the nooks and crannies It's everyday life off in my hood so come and holla at me But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit And if you comin with eight dollars, you shit out of luck Because the West Side ain't takin no shorts on the dime So fire it up [Chorus:] Now now now nine in my hand, ounce in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (like that now, like this, and it don't quit, and it don't stop) Nine in my hand, oune in my crotch Diggin the scene with a gangsta slouch, mmmmhmmmm! (and it don't stop, and it don't quit, it's like that and ah) See, niggaz in the South wear gold teeth and gold chains Been doin it for years, so these niggaz ain't gone change They comin around the ghetto so you might call em soul Been wearin furry Kangol's, so that shit is old You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent You listen to that booty shake music in your trunk as long as there's that 'tic tic' followed by that bump I'm down to stick a hoe if she got a G-strang Cause the niggaz in the Pointe ain't changed, main You might call us country, but we's only Southern And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another [Chorus w/ variations (repeat to end)]

Rap Game

EMINEM
[Bizarre] 'The Rap Game' Hip-hop 1-0-1 The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have You can't learn this shit in no history-book You ready to rap mothafucker? You ready to sell your soulÂ… gheh-gheh-gheh 'The Rap Game' ...motherfucker [Swifty] I'm a disruptive nigger You made me crazy You should a slayed me as a baby Behavin shadier than Wes Craven And you aint even gotta pay me I take pleasure with layin a nigga down daily You face me drunk or sober You'll faint fast I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands fuck you isn't rappin it's cool but fool don't confuse it What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it Im scantlas I blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat that's bigger Then Godzilla's back nigga You are not real and in fact You're fully effective, a crack dealer Yall president sends me smack Den got a mack 10 wit it So I aint gotta rap But im thankful for that dont mistaken me black Or u be stankin in back of a fuckin caddillac [Eminem] I'ma get snuffed Cause I aint said enough to pipe down I pipe down when the white house is whipped out when I see that lil cheany dike get snipped out lights out bitch adios goodnight (pow) now put that in your lil pipe and bite down think for a minute cause the hype has died down that I wont go up in the oval office right now and flip whatever ain't tied down upside down I'm all for America, fuck the government tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit cant tell me shit about the tricks of this trade switch blade with a little switch to switch blades switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade shits like a samurai sword a sensei shit just don't change to this day im this way still tell that utslay itchbay ucksay my ickday (suck my dick) scuse my igpay atinlay (excuse my pig latin) but uckfay a igpay [50 Cent] this rap game this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging no hole for this rap game but im telling ya no it aint happening this rap game this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging no hole for this rap game this rap game this rap game [Kon Artis] i bet you rather me drink n drown in my own eniquity but fuck that ima rap till u all get sick of me and clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me im hittin a rock next fuck a dogg who sickin me im sayin you mutha fuckers dont know and quit playin if im broke then im brakin open the place where you layin you know, same shit every nigga done in his life i lived it thats why i speak on what i want when i write so why... should i... ever fear another man if he bleed like i bleed take a piss an he stand ok, you win... you can say we cant rap but no source never mean we aint buyin on what they say is whack [Kuniva] i walk in the party and just start bustin right after i hear the last verse of self-destruction this liquor make me wanna blast the chrome to let you know that time without morris day and jerome im low down and shifty, quickly called swifty to do a drive by on a 10-speed with 50 you feelin lucky? squeeze i catch you outside of chucky cheese well just see, who be an unlucky G my life style is unstable, a partyin addict they said no fighting in the club so i brought me a matic coughin estatic, I jump niggas call me a rabbit popin a tablet, and guns that saw you in half [50 cent] believe me we run this rap shit fo shizzie make makin millions look easy every where ya turn you see me you hear me believe me for ya see my pistol in 3-D no time to call a peace treaty dial 9-1-1 cause u need de police to help you believe me [Proof] i snatch the tounge from the sidewalk and piss on the curb this is absurd these street niggas twistin my words we finally could say goodbye to hollywood cause proof an shaun vance have nothing in common the nastyest band with gats in each hand we never bomb down to be a flash and a pan no remorse fuck your stature dog nuttin to do wit hands when i clap at yall put ya jaw on the ground wit the 4 and a pound im goin out of town before the law come around so we can battle wit raps so we can battle wit gats matter fact we can battle wit plaques [50 Cent] this rap game [Bizarre] im too fuckin retarded i dont give a fuck about my dick thats why im dating Loraina Bobbet my crew had an argument who was the largest now they all is dead and im rolling as a solo artist plus i made all the beats and wrote all the raps well i really didnt but i did according to this contract i was stoned in the snow wit no where to go freezin 20 below forced to join Bell Biv Devoe my little girl she shouldnt listen to these lyrics thats why i glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it if rap dont work, im starting a group wit garth brooks (hahahaha) 50 sing the hook [50 Cent] this rap game this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging no hole for this rap game And im telling ya no it aint happ-ning this rap game this rap game I aint sellin my soul for this rap game I aint digging no hole for this rap game this rap game this rap game

Run Dem

FOXY BROWN "Broken Silence"
(feat. Baby Cham) [Foxy] Whoa [Cham] A wha de blood claat dem fool dem [Foxy Brown] Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do And all of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do Sometime a gal figure it cool - hoo hoo hoo hoo; whoa I tell a motherfucker this Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch Ans as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so Got the pussy; I got the live fo' I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit Now heat dis and I wan' chat me a go BUSTIN a secret Y'all big bot-ty man, ya have look man bottom Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me Like they never seen a hot gal act like we Big bumba claat star, push hot car Big hood, and love back way all day And the way my man fuck, can't even stand up And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks Take it through my hole right through my appendix I got a message; whydontch'all motherfuckers sit on this [Chorus 2X: Baby Cham] From a puss hole, dis man we shot down If a fass hole fi dead man we back down If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down [Foxy Brown] Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest Picture me fuckin with a nigga half my status Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game And tell dem all you young pussy like sugar cane And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut Wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy-ass drunk Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up Waitin outside your studio, collect your dub bucks Bitch - fuck around and get that nigga gun buck Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up In front of cactus, chrome fo'-fifth And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip - FIYAH [Chorus] [Foxy Brown] How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm one of a kind, can't fuck with mines See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan when I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous I'm the only Trini bitch that can kick yard shit, FIYAH that can kick yard shit FIRE What you know about skin out and bruck out Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style [Baby Cham - repeat 2X] Look at this wannabe's comin around me Sick of thes fake G's tryin to clown me Why these/you niggaz be tryin to drown me I'm tellin you fools no one can bound me [Chorus - repeat to end] [Baby Cham ad libs at end, w/o beat]

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