JACK & JACK lyrics

Doing It Right

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Yeah, I'm doin' it right [x2] Okay, your momma's talking' to ya sayin' clean up the basement While the money's talkin' to me, that's personification Paper in my hand til the day that I'm finished And yeah, a hater's just a fan that is scared to admit it But I get it A preconceived notion that you can't like us cause your friends don't You generic like a number 2 pencil Eventually you would be blowin' on the whistle That YMCA leaves every Sunday with your kin folk I'm comin' around the mountain I'm just findin' my way And all I really wanna do in life is make someone's day And get paid from time to time With that I'm tryin' to say, is that I can't see why you hatin' when I'm just doin' my thing [Chorus:] I don't give a damn about what you say Whatever comes out your mouth, those are meaningless words that I don't worry about (shut em out) I don't give a damn about what you say I'm just livin' my life You hatin' on the internet while I'm catchin' my flight. I'm doin' it right Doin' it right [x6] Yeah I'm doin' it right [x2] Alright, yeah, we been singin' and rappin' since back in pre-school Just tryna make the money at the rate the thieves do Millions of eyes on me, feelin' like I'm see-through I see through your bullshit Trust me, I don't need you (no I don't) No braggin', no boasting, no I don't pretend Always stay grounded like a bad kid on the weekend You hate me? Oh well Top floor suite, hotel You down and out sittin on your couch while I'm happy as Pharrell That's for real (that's for real) No a damn I don't give one We gon' get this money while we're still young, yeah While we're still young No a damn I don't give one We gon' get this money while we're still young While we're still young, yeah [Chorus]

SpottieOttieDopalicious

OUTKAST "Aquemini"
(feat. Patrick Brown) [Hook] Damn damn damn James [Pat Brown] Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean leanin' checking out the scene Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit Nigga where you wanna go You know the club don't close 'til four let's party 'til we can't no more Watch out here come the folks [Dre] As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where young men & young women go to experience they first li'l taste of the nightlife Me Well I've never been there, well perhaps once But I was so engulfed in the Old 'E' I never made it to the door you speak of hard core while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems and the troubles of the day While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with 'Set it Off,' in the right But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it 'Hey hey look baby they playin' our song' And the crowd goes wild as if Holyfield has just won the fight But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M. and three niggas just don' got hauled off in the ambulance [sliced up] two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham] and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout 'Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court' It's just my interpretation of the situation [Hook] [Big Boi] When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel I can remember that damn thing like yesterday The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential My heart was beating so damn fast never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig] One moment you frequent the booty clubs & the next four years you & somebody's daughter raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations [that is] Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money might not always be sufficient but the United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss So now you back in the trap just that, trapped Go on and marinate on that for a minute

Testimony

DC TALK "Free At Last"
[It's okay, it's all right] It's okay, it's alright Yeah, here we go dcT is in the house boy It's okay, it's alright Whatcha thinking, doing the things you do Whose opinion are ya listening to? Justifying, you turn it all to gray Synchronizing to society's ways Society has gotten to be all outta whack And don't bother with excuses whether white or black To blame it on a color won't get a result Because history reveals to me how ethics were lost In reality our decency has taken a plunge In God We Trust is an American pun Funny how it happened so suddenly Hey yo fellas, kick the melody... (chorus) Socially acceptable, it's okay, it's all right Socially acceptable, it's okay, in whose sight Socially acceptable Times are changing, with morals in decay Human rights have made the wrongs okay Something's missing, and if you're asking me I think that something is the G-O-D To label wrong or right by the people's sight Is like going to a loser to ask advice And by basing your plans On another man's way of living life Is creating a brand of ethics Sure to be missing the punch No count morals that are out to lunch They're sliding away cause everything is okay It was taboo back then but today ya say, What the hey (repeat chorus) Yeah, yeah, yeah Here we go, here we go A come on, a come on Here we go, here we go A come on, a come on Here we go, here we go A come on, a come on Here we go, here we go A come on, a come on Everybody's doin' it Who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Yo, who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Yo, yo, yo, who's doin' it Ohhhh, alright Ohhhh, come on (bridge) We gotta back to the principles found in the Word A little G-O-D could be society's cure From the state that we're in cause again we're slipping So pray for America cause time is ticking (repeat chorus 2x) socially respectable socially acceptable socially respectable

Socially Acceptable

DC TALK "Free At Last"
[It's okay, it's all right] It's okay, it's alright Yeah, here we go dcT is in the house boy It's okay, it's alright Whatcha thinking, doing the things you do Whose opinion are ya listening to? Justifying, you turn it all to gray Synchronizing to society's ways Society has gotten to be all outta whack And don't bother with excuses whether white or black To blame it on a color won't get a result Because history reveals to me how ethics were lost In reality our decency has taken a plunge In God We Trust is an American pun Funny how it happened so suddenly Hey yo fellas, kick the melody... (chorus) Socially acceptable, it's okay, it's all right Socially acceptable, it's okay, in whose sight Socially acceptable Times are changing, with morals in decay Human rights have made the wrongs okay Something's missing, and if you're asking me I think that something is the G-O-D To label wrong or right by the people's sight Is like going to a loser to ask advice And by basing your plans On another man's way of living life Is creating a brand of ethics Sure to be missing the punch No count morals that are out to lunch They're sliding away cause everything is okay It was taboo back then but today ya say, What the hey (repeat chorus) Yeah, yeah, yeah Here we go, here we go A come on, a come on Here we go, here we go A come on, a come on Here we go, here we go A come on, a come on Here we go, here we go A come on, a come on Everybody's doin' it Who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Yo, who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Who's doin' it Everybody's doin' it Yo, yo, yo, who's doin' it Ohhhh, alright Ohhhh, come on (bridge) We gotta back to the principles found in the Word A little G-O-D could be society's cure From the state that we're in cause again we're slipping So pray for America cause time is ticking (repeat chorus 2x) socially respectable socially acceptable socially respectable

Fast Peg

LL COOL J "Walking With The Panther"
[LL Cool J] Yeah Funky! Uh Yeah Yo, let me tell you bout a girl named Peg A D.C. haircut and stewardess legs Dressed to kill, her physique is ill Her face belongs on a dollar bill Her boyfriend's down with the M-O-B Drivin around in a 300e Trunk jewelry and all that Talkin bout, 'My man can't fall black!' Sippin on cham', diamonds on her hand Takin cash, carryin drugs for her man Drivin around in a kitted up Jetta Under the seat a automatic beretta You know, the whole blase blah of rap Tellin brothers they need to get off the brastrap That's the type of girl she is Word to Miz, she got the full length blue fox, knock you out the box Big rocks, this girl is hype Hobbes The type of girl that cold did son wrong She got the face that you wanna spend money on Her man be smackin her up Yeah, backin her up to the wall, get undressed, where you goin You ain't playin me out with that hoein Look in the mirror, check the jewels Silly rabbit, you know the rules But he had to leave on another deal So she's out there with sex appeal It's the weekend, time for freakin, she's sneakin outside, tellin her homegirls, we can do the do, with who-ever we want to cause we're the fly girl crew Not knowin her man messed up the money Ridin around, thinkin everything's funny Went in a disco, came outside Somebody pushed her in a beat up ride She had to pay for her man's mistakes They shot her in the head That's the breaks

Shout !

ONYX
[Intro] Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight! OH NO NOT THEM HITTIN' CHROME! [Fredro Starr] Balheadz and gunz BLOAW! Do you wanna run say: 'Aaah!' (Aaah!) Wich way did he go? You don't know You move too slow, boy you BLOW My style flows on you right here Where my Queens niggaz? (RIGHT HERE!) Is you out there? (YEAH!...YEAH!) [Sonsee] Just watch us walk this hit, and get ILL We won't gall, til we hear fifty bill So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up Rappers and routines, that make bricks [Sticky Fingaz] And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came frome And even if I left...SNOW, I still be a hoodlum Cuz good dayz come to those WHO TAKE 'EM And I'm fed up, if there was so much things outta ya I gotta screeaam! (Aaah!) To let it all It's frustration and it's filled up inside a me! [Chorus] Come on and scream (AAH!) And shout (OOH!), just let it all out (YEAH!) (4x) [Sonsee] These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse They keep comin' around like auto-reverse But then I shift THE WORST! We THE WORST, and then they heard But first da cut-- Then I bust they verse to quince(?) my fears [Sticky Fingaz] I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm broke So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck And SQUEEZE until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death [Sonsee] Yo, you smell that? [Fredro Starr] Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit I'm in affect like Woodtex A newer Tec from out da click Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken WHERE'S THE WEED I NEED? It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!) Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be We AFFICIAL NAST! [Chorus] [Fredro Starr] When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that ? up on their BACK, block's sellin' CRACK Watch the BLACK cops, I PACK cock clocks and glock phat knots Nigga in Dawn Paddy crimes, like I play nines And odds to stay alive, survive and they gettin' mine Faultless for ghetto minds, and FUCK DA ??? See you rather run the streets and fuck around with the crooks THEY GOT bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and Deffer and better This my better bottom of brother, word to mother! [Sonsee] Mo' niggaz grab the mics, talkin' 'bout they gonna set it When all the rounds you'll make is fake and synthesis We just get it, wish your style is old and ? So burn up mo' money, cuz you gets no credit You want it? Here go Nigga know that you own me, or me gon' be on da street dealo Bangin' M.C.'s, SO KEEP IT LIVE! Up in here I swear nothing left, we pose dead, your best record by--Most def, Most Def [Sticky Fingaz] Sticky Fingaz, I earn money for walkin' in chains Where I grew up, in Brooklyn New York, moved to Queens, and my teams My pants is bustin' out the scene, is what this gun in my teens Without it I wouldn't've lived this long In my wildest dreams, that I'm a STAR! All spotlights, police have me! [Chorus] [Outro] Afficial Nast keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop All City keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Armee keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Onyx keep it on, keep keep it on, and ya don't sto

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