Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

HAYSTAK lyrics - Car Fulla White Boys

The Bottom

Original and similar lyrics
Hey homie where you come from Who me I come from tha bottom tha bottom tha bottom Tha bottom by haystak mak million The trials and trigilations of the lost souls forced to life On the bottom we do what we got to do Baby there aint no rules no regulations There's only playing and hating down here What side are you on side are you on side are you on Coming up I didn't have a pot to piss in Now I shine watch me glisten remenissin Didn't listen folks told me id be killed I was hypnotized by gun smoke power And big bills cold chills chrome and gold wheels Driving in a in and out of Nashville Damn it feels good riding leather with the wood Its in my blood I just don't give a fuck Living it up hit the club gleaming Step on stage the crowd start screaming Cant slow down no time now On to the next town we proudly present haystak mak Mr. down south shit shining like a iced out silk outfit Down here we having things Damn them player haters clocking digits like adding machines and calculators [Chorus] We done came so far still we got so far to go Yea we came from the bottom but where are we now About a hot step from being world renown we done came so far Still we got so far to go yea we came from the bottom but where are we now About a hot step from being world renown I go visit my homeboy he grew a beard his hairs all matted Up tatted up he act like 30 is 25 added up Went from having money and girls with beautiful skin Now he's just another number in the federal Penn He tell me haystak you know what to boy God got a plan for you boy we always knew boy My boy don't let your talent go to waste There wont be no cds and tapes in this god forsaken place When you on top they gone hate that ass You know it don't stop better make that cash No one lives forever my time here's temporary And they cant burry memories in no cemetery When I die look up in the sky When that cloud shaped like a drop top lac floats by Haha that will be stak mak look close bopping his head Weaving between the stars still dodging the feds [Chorus] We done came so far still we got so far to go Yea we came from the bottom but where are we now About a hot step from being world renown we done came so far Still we got so far to go yea we came from the bottom But where are we now huh huh Represent that boy my lyrics stang like rival clicks That round the corner down south survivor shit My boy survived three or four gunshots leave the hospital worst than before Hollering this means war off his mommas front porch Id like to propose a toast to getting paid for life You want it you got to work for it Day and night that's right that's right you heard me boy You want to learn to get that money observe me boy My people been gone my people doing time Wrote this with you in mind Im a see you shine say a prayer for my players Living life on the run before its all said and done Were going to shine like the sun destined for number one Damn second or third use communications to move the nation Thru the power of words shining like pearl paint My people is plenty paid sitting in the shade Mixing tang ray with minute maid lemonade [Chorus] And ah we done came so far still we got so far to go Yea we came from the bottom but where are we now About a hot step from being world renown Ugh you I aint forgot where I came from Touring big city's nation wide I never changed from Backwards pimping the moon dogs balling Baby I aint tripping Im just balling where Im calling You know id like to dedicate this song To my grandparents for teaching me Just because we start out on the bottom We don't have to stay on the bottom nooooooo

Abortion Part 1

George Carlin "Back In Town"
Why, why, why, why is it that most of the people who are against abortion are people you wouldn't want to fuck in the first place, huh? Boy, these conservatives are really something, aren't they? They're all in favor of the unborn. They will do anything for the unborn. But once you're born, you're on your own. Pro-life conservatives are obsessed with the fetus from conception to nine months. After that, they don't want to know about you. They don't want to hear from you. No nothing. No neonatal care, no day care, no head start, no school lunch, no food stamps, no welfare, no nothing. If you're preborn, you're fine; if you're preschool, you're fucked. Conservatives don't give a shit about you until you reach 'military age'. Then they think you are just fine. Just what they've been looking for. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers. Pro-life... pro-life... These people aren't pro-life, they're killing doctors! What kind of pro-life is that? What, they'll do anything they can to save a fetus but if it grows up to be a doctor they just might have to kill it?They're not pro-life. You know what they are? They're anti-woman. Simple as it gets, anti-woman. They don't like them. They don't like women.They believe a woman's primary role is to function as a brood mare for the state. Pro-life... You don't see many of these white anti-abortion women volunteering to have any black fetuses transplanted into their uteruses, do you? No, you don't see them adopting a whole lot of crack babies, do you? No, that might be something Christ would do. And, you won't see alot of these pro-life people dousing themselves in kerosene and lighting themselves on fire. You know, moraly committed religious people in South Vietnam knew how to stage a goddamn demonstration, didn't they?! They knew how to put on a fucking protest. Light yourself on FIRE!! C'mon, you moral crusaders, let's see a little smoke. To match that fire in your belly. Here's another question I have: how come when it's us, it's an abortion, and when it's a chicken, it's an omelette? Are we so much better than chickens all of a sudden? When did this happen, that we passed chickens in goodness? Name six ways we're better than chickens... See, nobody can do it! You know why? 'Cuz chickens are decent people. You don't see chickens hanging around in drug gangs, do you? No, you don't see a chicken strapping some guy to a chair and hooking up his nuts to a car battery, do you? When's the last chicken you heard about came home from work and beat the shit out of his hen, huh? Doesn't happen. 'Cuz chickens are decent people. But let's get back to this abortion shit. Now, is a fetus a human being? This seems to be the central question. Well, if a fetus is a human being, how come the census doesn't count them? If a fetus is a human being, how come when there's a miscarriage they don't have a funeral? If a fetus is a human being, how come people say 'we have two children and one on the way' instead of saying 'we have three children?' People say life begins at conception, I say life began about a billion years ago and it's a continuous process. Continuous, just keeps rolling along. Rolling, rolling, rolling along. And say you know something? Listen, you can go back further than that. What about the carbon atoms? Hah? Human life could not exist without carbon. So is it just possible that maybe we shouldn't be burning all this coal? Just looking for a little consistency here in these anti-abortion arguments. See the really hardcore people will tell you life begins at fertilization. Fertilization, when the sperm fertilizes the egg. Which is usually a few moments after the man says 'Gee, honey, I was going to pull out but the phone rang and it startled me.' Fertilization. But even after the egg is fertilized, it's still six or seven days before it reaches the uterus and pregnancy begins, and not every egg makes it that far. Eighty percent of a woman's fertilized eggs are rinsed and flushed out of her body once a month during those delightful few days she has. They wind up on sanitary napkins, and yet they are fertilized eggs. So basically what these anti-abortion people are telling us is that any woman who's had more than more than one period is a serial killer! Consistency. Consistency. Hey, hey, if they really want to get serious, what about all the sperm that are wasted when the state executes a condemned man, one of these pro-life guys who's watching cums in his pants, huh? Here's a guy standing over there with his jockey shorts full of little Vinnies and Debbies, and nobody's saying a word to the guy. Not every ejaculation deserves a name. Now, speaking of consistency, Catholics, which I was until I reached the age of reason, Catholics and other Christians are against abortions, and they're against homosexuals. Well who has less abortions than homosexuals?! Leave these fucking people alone, for Christ sakes! Here is an entire class of people guaranteed never to have an abortion! And the Catholics and Christians are just tossing them aside! You'd think they'd make natural allies. Go look for consistency in religion. And speaking of my friends the Catholics, when John Cardinal O'Connor of New York and some of these other Cardinals and Bishops have experienced their first pregnancies and their first labor pains and they've raised a couple of children on minimum wage, then I'll be glad to hear what they have to say about abortion. I'm sure it'll be interesting. Enlightening, too. But, in the meantime what they ought to be doing is telling these priests who took a vow of chastity to keep their hands off the altar boys! Keep your hands to yourself, Father! You know? When Jesus said 'Suffer the little children come unto me', that's not what he was talking about! So you know what I tell these anti-abortion people? I say 'Hey. Hey. If you think a fetus is more important that a woman, try getting a fetus to wash the shit stains out of your underwear. For no pay and no pension.' I tell them 'Think of an abortion as term limits. That's all it is. Bioligical term limits.

J.a.c.

D Sisive
My number one priority's lost in the game of life cause death was dominant It's prominent that I'm losing my touch beacuse my confidence Consists of zero motivation the frustration Be taking the best of me...Losing the chemistry I once possessed rest assure the focal point's the metaphor From J.A.C. her words of wisdom was always the best of cures In rough times I'd follow her routes receive the tips And when I took the risk it seemed that rough times never existed... In my memory, avoided the density and the felonies And questioned the... Why was this angel sent to me? It was never understood clearly...The consipracy theory Left thoughts weary and eyes constantly tearly From the loss that was faced, my property was defaced From the relization that she could never be replaced By any other, to others, they'd all be running for cover But the opposite was witnessed from my mother Instead she stood her ground and fought, round for round and brought The insparation that was caught by myself, that surely taught That the posotive always rise and shady ones are dispised I'm seeing it with my eyes, so it ain't really a surprise that... Only the storng survive, and the weak always demise But why is it the good ones always have to die? ...I'll try to sleep tight, despite the fact I guess I'll never see the light... * Hook * (X2) I'm feeling pressures the most at night times when I lay back and close my eyes And realize simply how much you've been there for me It ain't to see, but soul searching keeps me awake at diffrent times To reconize how much you really mean to me...J.A.C. In a retrospect state, I vision all my respect escalate into the highest rate... But the state of mind that I was placed in, subtracted from the rasing Of myself into a grown man for an unknown span of time I slowly felt I was losing my mind and then entering adulthood blind Without the guidance that you once selected, after proceeding to reflect it... Stayed imbedded within my brain...Time and time again I strained my vision to see things clearly, but abstract blurs Conqured my life facts severely While suffering was mearly the side effects We gave our best to elongate or avoid the permanent rest But it was only a test Then the days of life became less Due to infectious breasts, that risked the threat...Leaving defects On your physical frame, cause you were playing a losing game with nobody to blame But your will to maintain...Never lost a single second of life And left us with the posotive attitude that you'd survive through the night But our perspective could not always be right My body grew tight when the phone rang constantly on the expected night On November two-nil when my emotions spilled Cause I heard you had to face your passing, then the world turned still And I totally lost my surviving will, to experience the best face death and realize that it's for real Could never steal the appeal from memories that were lavishly attacking me But still I passivly erased all the feelings from the damaged fee Selected normally, and tried not to vision what the manics see It seemed like yesterday when we were singing songs by David Cassidy Along with our entire life together passing me by like Pharcyde While I'm bucking up for the ride Basic intentions try to strive for goals you offred motivation for Destinations were reached through formations of my speech Boosting me for the reach therfore I have to impeach From 51 to 97, I'm posotive you're let in That unconqured land that lies behind the gates of heaven Beacuse we stuck by our word Til death do us part And since I'm not seeing you phisically, you reside in my heart J.A.C. ...I'll try to sleep tight, despite the fact I guess I'll never see the light... *Hook * (X2)

Lower

JOE BUDDEN
I tell her, sooner or later this club gon’ close And you’ll be looking for something to do She’ll be looking for somewhere to go Sooner or later this club gon close I’m the nigga you gon wanna see Time the nigga you gon’ wanna know [Joe Budden - Verse 1] Look, face is incredible, amazing Had to notice as I passed on the way in Gave her, she crashed where I was staying I then had to tell her, relax we aint dating Can’t get the hotel suite with the fire place Without Serena legs and the Maya waist Good hair and skin like she should model more Drunk off of shots so what would I buy the bottle for In a Jaguar, she a couger only came her for the hoopers Still a nigga brought the ruger He aint got no idea that I’m surrounded by them shooters Never know if I’ma have to treat ‘em like he an intruder Now back to the shawty though, she say it’s natural Lipo scarred but its covered by a tattoo Bounced on the girlfriend, they aint even mad at you What they even mad at though, yeah I like that attitude [Hook] Now cut the lights down just a little lower Just a little lower [x3] Grab her by the thigh and get her to come closer Let her feel a gun size in the holster Then fill her glass to the top she too sober Cut the lights down just a little lower Then hit the corner, something I gotta show ya [Young Chris - Verse 2] Ride so clean where the fuck is my roof Somebody girl gon gettin’ fucked in my coupe No chain drippin’ lets give ‘em the Cartier Ride up to the club we brings the party here Where them hoes at, try to fuck something New toya, bout to buck something Know the haters out, gotta tuck something Cant get the gun in the club I gotta cut something Only pretty girls, no duck huntin’ It’s that time of the what? Bitch suck something Straight shots, peach Ciroc and I’m off Before you know it, the party be in the house Get up on that, get up in that Open wide girl, get ya chin back My type of bitch yeah, where you been at Lights way too bright you gotta dim that [Hook] [Joe Budden - Verse 3] Shape, she should be on a poster She get it in, a little jack, a little soda And I’ll take it from the pole to the sofa Send her back out with her pussy all re-upholstered Shawty bad though, I’m talking dumb fine All I need to do is hit it one time Bet I be the nigga she gon wanna confine Try to bring the cuffs out, now I’m feeling confined I aint chase her, other niggas fought hard You thinks its scarier, marry her, courtyard Me I beat it up, take the assault charge Marks all over her body like a report card I need a witness, come and look at all of that Say she been around, I ignore pass My bread is my bread I wont support her ass All that mean is theres no rings in the forecast [Hook]

The Way It Goes

JARREN BENTON "My Grandma's Basement"
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] East Side ‘til I die ho, fuck you to my rivals Holy Bible, assault, rifle I’m high as hell like Micheal Jackson on propofol, Tylenol, howdy y’all? Hatin’ niggas I'm ridin’ off In A spaceship on gold D's I freebased then OD’d then I wake up in the ER Why am I such a retard? Your girlfriend such a sweetheart She gave me head in a cheap car In the back seat, we are not alike I’m a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat Say one word to me wrong, then It’s click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under Yup, put a little coke in my nose Okay, I wanna fuck Marilyn Monroe If I can’t get the pussy I’ll be satistfied if she Let me put my dick on the side of her toes M.O.B., no time for hoes Dick hang like no time for clothes After I bust, vamonos then I’ll take these hoes at the Domino’s I crumble those pussy rappers then stuff his ass in an envelope Shout out to my homeboys who can’t smoke because they’re on parole Pour beer on the bitches head while gettin’ head Get so high, forget my name She called me Jarren, I slapped the ho, bitch this is Fred I’m gettin’ bread like Pillsbury The pussy can’t be real hairy If she looks like Chewbacca with no clothes on, that’s real scary I put the beat in a body bag, then throw that shit in the crematory Mr bartender I’ll throw a Molotov cocktail at your green Ferrari My brains on the back of a milk box Fuck y’all, kick rocks The way that I murdered these verses Fuck it, you might as well say I killed Hip-Hop [Hook: Planet IV] So tell that hatin’ nigga he can go and eat a dick Cause to be honest really I don’t give a shit I got a burner for my enemies and foes Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes And if you see me pullin’ up in with my clique Just know we came to go retarded in this bitch We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Thank God for My Grandma’s Basement I coulda been livin’ on the pavement I woop a nigga's ass like Texas Walker and spaz on hoes like cavemen Nah nigga these ain’t Ray-Bans I’m throwed off bitch like Rainman Made a pussy pop then breakdance ‘Til my dick kiss the Holy Ghost, bitch Amen Christian Dior my fragrance America caucasians’ favorite Nigger, put a fuckin’ rapper on a grill with a side of collard greens and ate ‘em I’m still tryna fuck Candy Latham, now I can probably fuck Raven- Symoné, show up at her house at night with a side of that Canadian bacon Yeah, As-Salāmu 'Alaikum, Rambo gun bitch, spray ‘em Fuck y’all niggas still hatin’, fuck these hoes don’t save ‘em I keep a hat low like Raiden, get blown with Eddie Van Halen Knock-knock, anybody home in my head, y’all hoes know my fuckin' brain's vacant Bitch, I came off of a Wu-Tang, gettin’ paper like Bruce Wayne I got an Asian ho that suck dick and do Kung-Fu like Liu Kang Blowin' gasoline and butane, my last album had 2 Chainz Yeah I’m tryna eat every rapper, I’m a fuckin’ beast on that food chain, bitch! [Hook] [Verse 3: Planet VI] It’s Planet VI in this b-i-t-c-h and I see why I receive hate Cause even back when I was me how they couldn’t see May ironic, so sick that it makes ya vomit Ladies wanna fuck my pockets to make love to my wallet Instead they said if I hoppin’ on top of my dick like a rabbit Pull my plug in her socket sit back I just let hot rocket And you don’t know how we to drop it Is it a bird or is it a plane Bitch, I’m more like an unidentified flyin’ object, I’m alien fresh Now you can see how an alien dress Ain’t no time for takin’ a rest Cookin’ up raps when I’m in the both I might as well put my hair in net But I don’t think that they hearing me yet Should I yell, should I scream Just so you could know what the fuck I mean Didn’t nobody tell you that I’m crazy And I’m insane at the same damn time Since I was a baby it was my plan of makin’ the game mine Throwin’ up V-I, please do not mistake that for a gang sign And I’m a P.I.M.P., so you know that I only attract dimes I’m number eleven on top of the Richter scale I’m killin’ the game and spittin’ them bars So I should get sent to jail I’m out of your league ho Now all I see is green, pockets on Cee-Lo Ballin’ on these foul ass niggas, fuck a free throw [Hook]

Team Players

DJ Honda "HII"
featuring 50 Grand Keith Murray Yo DJ Honda HAI Keith Murray HAI L.O.D. HAI 50 Grand HAI Redman HAI Erick Sermon HAI Johnny Heart HAI Calico and D.L. 50 Grand: Now this is something for your white behinds and black minds If you fuck with 50 Grand your bound to never shine Me and the mics a love affair permanate warfare I'd rather die in here then have to live this life in fear I need eternal riches and bitches don't ask for forgiveness Thuggin' senseless out for my paper relentless My streets is watchin' my crew like they watching you I keep the heat for whoever wanna see if it's true We be on the block rain sunshine hail with the scale Only slang when the coke price fail you frail I'm smooth as silk don't milk off the shit I built That's fucked up like the day I heard my mans got killed Amneon Robinson and Shakim real thugs to the end Rest in peace till we meet my friend These cats want beef don't wet that I'll bless that Make sure these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that Hook: This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on 50 Grand you're bound to never shine (x2) Keith Murray: First of all I gotta give thanks and praise To L.O.D., grace and mercy broung me through many days A lot of people that I loved passed away And I never thought I would have to face life this way And for those that live in the poverty stricken Beggin' for forgivenness cause they know God is listenin' But we forced to keep the hollow tips whistlin' Man listen we ain't sweatin' no competition And if I cry I cry flames It's a damn shame they wait to scandalis the name They wanna see us back on the block or locked by the cops Or shot like Biggie Smalls and Tupac (rest in peace my niggas) Run it I never fronted I got my whole crews life on it Bet y'all niggas don't want it From Calimazu to Timbutu like Sem said I'll find you Camelflaush couldn't hide you So get our shit to us all we deserve Save the fly shit for the motherfuckin' birds Word to Dris, Apple, Shawn plus it be half of us Roll with the rush or get your ass bust Hook Keith Murray outro: This is for you backstabbers comin' from behind If you front on mine you're bound to never shine

Was it funny? Share it with friends!