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Infectious Grooves lyrics

Do What I Tell Ya!

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-Muir-Siegel- You'll do what I tell ya! And I watch you sweat. Then I'll watch you shake And then you beg. And then you scream I'll do what you tell me! You'll do what I tell ya! That is right, Punk! See, I think you're gonna have to find out the hard way! You'll do what I tell you! I'm gonna fuck you up! And let me tell you just why On the mic, you talk about gettin' violent But to the man with the badge you're nothin' but silent So now it's the government you want to overthrow? But first it's off to the next oversized show! Now you're making you're political statement Or are you trying to add to your finacial statement And let's not forget the evil corporations Then why is SONY the sponsor of your presentation? Bitch! You'll do what I tell ya! Oh yea! You'll do what I tell ya! I'm gonna fuck you up! You'll do what I tell ya - you're nothin' but a punk! You'll do what I tell ya. We're gonna go head up! First you sweat! And then you shake! And then you beg. And then you plead. And then you shake. And then you sweat. And then you scream I'll do what you tell me You'll do what I tell you. Oh yea. I'm gonna fuck you up! You'll do what I tell you. I'm gonna show you what is up. I'm gonna fuck you up! 'Cause you're a pussy. 'Cause you're a bitch. And 'cause you fucking deserve it! You'll do what I tell ya - Nothin' but shit You're full of shit And I don't like shit I'll fuck up your shit You ain't shit! And I don't like shit! You're full of shit! And I'll fuck up your shit! Pussy!

Pina Colada

DMX "Ryde Or Die Vol.1"
-Vaya -Come on -Vaya -A vailar [Chorus 2x:] Where're my niggers with the big dicks -Ahh Where're my niggers with the hot whips -Ahh Where're my niggers living better We want Barettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddar. [Sheik:] (Ayo Pun, I got you baby) We play the front not the back, when there's beef I attack Grab the guns and start lighting Ya'll the bitch niggers behind cars scared to death like 'yo, who fighting' How the fuck you teaching me I ain't got no obedience Ya'll are made of shit I'm the thug's ingredients And for my niggers I peel like fucked up paint jobs Cover your block and put holes in you like old blankets Fuck a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what Run in your spot and use a Glock to get my cut what Smack you in public and embarrass you slut what Put you on punishment the same way I do to my son And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun And when my gun busts it's over so close the curtains My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was chirping I like Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky I put coke in their peepee then stuff the bras Put some coke in the bras that look like coconuts That's what's up don't have Sheik's click clack this up Disload the back pack her bitch ass back me up You know double R and Terror Squad niggers want they cut. [Chorus 2x] [Big Pun:] I'm well know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana In the zone sitting on chrome stoned sipping on Champana Rolling ganja up in Bible paper A high that will take us through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green that hustler's dream Busting out that custard cream Piper cause I'm piped up with the mustard team Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts King of medallions Monty Guard Even Italians see my battalion prop the broad I got the squad over qualified pulling over Karl Kani Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic slide Spark the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings Like the Wu do in Shaolin John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas, They want to ride on my Honda scooter You know the red one from the video But really though she ain't coming and she ain't running the Trizzie yo! [Chorus 2x] [Big Pun:] Disrespect the Don word's bond I'm gonna shoot ya We can get it on maricon hijo'de gran puta Who you fucking' wit Bitch ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip Nigger you ain't no fucking threat You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that block Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man! Big Punisher's off his rocker What you got Beef wit' me Aight then papi, Sheik's with me Thought you cats were gonna creep on me without some type of an injury. [Chorus 2x] [Sheik:] I see coward in yours, what you up in my eyes Big dick between mine, What the fuck between your thighs Pussy, If I shoot, are you gonna shoot back I don't think so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back You're the one that passed the gat, told your man to bust that You ain't making no money, you're a broke-ass cat And once these pop, cops bring the chalk and the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk. what! [Chorus 2x]

Juvenile On Fire

JUVENILE "400 Degreez"
[Juvenile] Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch And the hoe don't wanna fuck Like a man I'ma beat my meat And get my fuckin nut Fo'sho she gonna be drove then And I'ma cut the TV off And got to sleep on that hoe then Now tell that to your girlfriend You tell her everything else She goin to be with her boyfriend You goin to be by your damn self While I'm in my benz with your friend And she bout to get nervous Baby I don't want nothing But some mouth and lip service Don't act bad Don't get mad Thats all I can do with you Cause I don't want your ass Look you kinda fine With a nigga name on your spine Now respect my fuckin mind How I'ma hit that from behind Got a hoe across the court And Molly boots the next door I'm getting tired of you rappers Its time for me to restore I done fixed these bitches house up And have them living swell But and still a nigga like me was eating a taco bell But after that shit All that trick shit I stopped it And lock my fuckin pockets You can't kick it or pop it Now I get what I can get Out of these hoes and I'm up And if she wanna flex up I'ma back the hoe up [Chorus: repeat 4X] Girl thats Juvenile You don't know he on fire 17 inch Momo's like magic on his tires [Juvenile] See I know how to treat a hoe Just talkin and great a hoe Niggas know I don't need a hoe Don't mix up your people hoe If I tell you do something You better do what I say If you plannin on playin me Better get out my way A bitch will get you killed Thats the way I think >From some old bitch ass nigga Trying to receive my bank Pussy come and it go It been like that before I got here Pussy don't wait for me or no nigga But its gonna stop here For a little while So I'ma get what I could And if she bout sucking some dick I ain't hatin its all good Now can I get that out you It ain't hard to do You a fine muthafucka And it starts with you I'm trying to fuck something till it can't see What I'ma show you with this dick You gonna thank me A nigga gonna be like that untill the moment I retire Ask them bitches bout me And they gonna say that I'm on fire [Chorus] [Juvenile] If I even fuck with a bitch She gonna know Not to conversate with niggas And to open my door My business is my business It ain't to be heard My niggas is my niggas So you don't say a word And you don't touch my shit You don't drive my shit I got dope in the house And I hide my shit I have bad nerves I hope you don't try my shit Do right and nice things I'ma buy my bitch Some bitches you gotta play'em with a long string You play them close And you gonna be bangin wrong things You got something that I hear you don't wanna bring You not a muthafuckin player you a punk main Let me get one of them hoes up on this dope dick Stop handcuffin that bitch let her approach this You know when Juvenile comes he has to smoke shit I'm on fire on fire And you know this [Chorus 1.5X] [Juvenile] You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You can fuck my bitch Let me fuck your bitch I don't love that bitch I don't trust that bitch You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire You don't know he on fire [Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot] My bitch is your bitch My bitch is your bitch Your bitch is my bitch My bitch is your bitch My bitch is your bitch Your bitch is my bitch

Fuck Y'all

PAC DIV "GMB"
[Hook:] When my shit drop I get all the love But fuck y'all When my shit come out it be bopping up in all the clubs So fuck y'all If you ever thought that you was going hard as us Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all And still fuck the police too You can do some corny shit and get paid You can buy the nigga swag and get laid You can blow up or let the shit stay Shit that I've been going through since 5th grade Smoking weed, I been drinking beer I ain't worked a real job in 6 years My time is money, my time is fucking money Slip before we fucking start it Now get that shit clear man Niggas hardly home gotta call us on the plane Here it's Mr. Div man the niggas clocking dane Turn head around your brain I put you out your pain Living next door off his feet Tell me what you know about that plane Look man I'm walking back Div talking like I'm Pac Div When I'm out in traffic it's almost like pack Div Mac 10 for life, bango I got old stripes No hype, we ain't matching numbers that's our old price Cash cheque getting squealers got the scripts for can niggas Yea I'm cool but them niggers is on some weak pillars In the hood to the white boys with quick silver Out the park with the shit I think I'm prince Philly When you're raw you push that thing to the limit We just finna kinda profit I'ma swim in a minute I don't speed at the limit, move how I wanna move Knuckle head nigga I'ma do what I wanna do [Hook:] When my shit drop I get all the love But fuck y'all When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs So fuck y'all If you ever thought that you was going hard as us Fuck y'all , fuck y'all , fuck y'all And still fuck the police too Fuck the police too [x4] Fuck 'em , we dodge 'em then we duck 'em Put your head out they gon' cuff 'em Guns drawn they gonna buck 'em No discussion they kick the door and they rush in They heat this cock and they bust in You feed 'em really gets nothing dog These niggas awfully and lawful They breaking inside your quarry That just means they probably gon' rob you They actin' holy in public before I compare the impostor Abusing the constitution and quit decoding the gospel The laws supposed to be talking about bitches and weed Money and bling those sort of things you know It seems to be what's in but when have you ever know enough To do what seems to be the trend I keep bitching at the pen Won't sell my soul to the media for spins In this cheesy fucking biz I'm out [Hook:] When my shit drop I get all the love But fuck y'all When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs So fuck y'all If you ever thought that you was going hard as us Fuck y'all , fuck y'all , fuck y'all And still fuck the police too Fuck the police too [x4] You know that this is just to give the nigga we was born a boss Fuck 'em , you getting on that weed was on y'all It's hard to get along in this motherfucking dead zone Picturefram instagram camera phone Sarah Palin bitch white politic Diplomatic immunity on a dick Corporate in a shit in a shit innocence Opposite and I get it all of it Getting all of it, all about my bisness I'm tacking shiteous new bugatti's hideous Young and the intelligent the motherfucking idiots Living in experience y'all be on some full of shit [Hook:] When my shit drop I get all the love But fuck y'all When my shit come out it beat up in all the clubs So fuck y'all If you ever thought that you was going hard as us Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all And still fuck the police too Fuck the police too [x4]

Open Letter

JAY-Z "Magna Carta... Holy Grail"
[Intro:] Ladies and gentlemen Goddammit Let this shit knock [Verse 1:] I done turned Havana to Atlanta Guayabera shirts and bandanas Every time you think they got me I switch the plan up Bulletproof this, radio scanners Ballin' 'til they ban us You gettin' too much bread, they try to jam you Boy from the hood but got White House clearance Sorry y'all, I don't agree with y'all appearance Politicians never did shit for me Except lie to me, distort history Wanna give me jail time and a fine Fine, let me commit a real crime I might buy a kilo for Chief Keef Out of spite, I just might flood these streets Hear the freedom in my speech Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep Would've brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free Except I made millions off it, you fuckin' dweeb I still own the building, I'm still keeping my seat Y'all buy that bullshit, you'd better keep y'all receipt Obama said "chill, you gonna get me impeached" But you don't need this shit anyway Chill with me on the beach [Hook: Swizz Beatz] Y'all gon' learn today [Verse 2:] We almost want to start a revolution You know whenever I'm threatened, I start shooting, bark Catch a body, head to Houston I'm in Cuba, I love Cubans This communist talk is so confusing When it's from China, the very mic that I'm using Idiot wind, the Bob Dylan of rap music You're an idiot, baby, you should become a student Oh, you gonna learn today Where the fuck have you been The world's under new management The new role model, fuck this Zoolander sh*t [Hook: Swizz Beatz] Y'all gon' learn today

Ghetto Bird

ICE CUBE "Lethal Injection"
[Verse One:] Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good. You think all the girls around here are trickin up there lookin like Superchicken At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say 'I'm going down, mayday, mayday.' I'm gonna clown Cause everytime that the pigs have got me y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military force, but we don't want ya Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher 'So fly like an eagle.' But don't follow us wherever we go The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird 'Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird' [2x] [Verse Two:] Now.. My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex And let me try the four next Now the four I was driving was hotter than july looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom 'Calling all cars, I think we've got em.' I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious You know that I'm running Shit, I hear it humming Fuck, I see it coming Is it a bird Yup Is it a plane No I hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala Let's see if they would folla Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window I wish it was my ten-four had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird 'Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh... Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse.' [Verse Three:] Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him could you please give me the keys to the B.M. See, I didn't want to gank you but don't make me bank you, thank you Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus Incognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, 'Fuck, where did he go' I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park The 735 and I'm bailin Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man, She helped me run like Harriet Tubman Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case All that night, I heard the bird circle while I was eating fish and watching Urkel She said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was digging her out Fuck the ghetto bird 'Which way is he going now' 'Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street.. and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure out which service srteet he suddelny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs are..are...well I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off' Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

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