JACKI-O lyrics - Poe Little Rich Girl

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Jacki-O the madame of Miami Ride around all day in a skirt no panties. So mannish, throws so cabanish South Beach gotcha girl skin so tannish. Florida, given u more than her You like it right thurr but the bitch right her(whoop whoop) My ass been fat and I never had a problem with my neck or my back. They cant hang with me, they cant hang with me, they cant hang with me, they cant hang with me(South Beach huh) Naw dogg, im from the other side of the bridge where niggas get killed dogg, for real dogg, boy chill dogg, you better off poppin a pill dogg (Ay Connie). Thats right we on the map first album, first tour and the pre boast rap. It's like every other city we go, Travelin' coast to coast, L.A. I make 'em holla out my name right before i leave, I tell 'em Jacki-O the madame of the industry. My enemies got in suicidal situation They aint even know the nookie bitch that they was facin'. Picture the prophecy with pistols out the paper back. Silence the chatter cause we're poor, we dont even matter. [Chorus:] Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. Slow down for you wreck out. I'm a poe boy soldier thought i told ya. You think Im playin' what you think Im on the road for huh. I got shows bro. I got a gold bro. First week drop want 2million of 'em sold bro. all in the know ya. Gettin gold rock its chess not checkers you heard me. Sugary wall. Scott D.A. get Timmay. Gimme track, shit i'll get this back to you in 3 days. Hit Rick, tell him we need another one. Damn near blew the engine on the other one. These hoes dont like me I know these hoes wanna fight me. But, somehow someway, we keep commin' up with funky ass hits on the road everyday. [Chorus] I cant really explain it, i'm in the industry now, even my enemies fellin me, they so into me now. Yea B. I come from a different sea I fish scales retails for 'bout two three's. Jacki-O, a gift not a curse think i'm a itch now well the rash gets worse. Yea, gottem pacin the floors now They gettin ghost writers to save these whores now. DAAAAMN hoe, in '98 you had fans hoe, what the fuck happened to you. j-j-j-j-j-j-j Jacki-O Because you stoppin my grind Got these sparklin diamonds Top of the line, Plus I got remarkable timin'. They say I walk aroun like I got a S on my chest, It's just the poe boy piece with invisible sex. [Chorus: fade out]

Tha Doggfather

SNOOP DOGG "Tha Doggfather"
I put down more hits than mafioso made And Lucky Lucianno 'bout to sing soprano And I know, I know the way you feel And baby bubba we gon' keep it on tha real Just to get you caught up in amazement We puffin' on Cubans so it might get dangerous But when it isn't, you can sit izzon bizzack And let the Bizzow Wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha How you feelin' I'm up to dealin', ridin' like a villan Makin' a killin', thrillin' the crowd wit my new hairdo, Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes Man, I'm givin' blues to these sucka MC's Who you be You know who I be, young nigga I'm Tha DoggFather [Chorus] Snoop Doggy Dogg is Doggy Dogg Father (Father) [Repeat] Let's make a move for this paper (Where we rollin' Dogg) We got's ta get paid (Makin' money all ya'll) I mean I steps to tha stage in my G-boy stance And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance I'm so fly like a dove I come from up above You trippin' on your girl cause she showed me love Nigga don't beat em, cause if you beat em, you don't need em You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom I delete em, but don't mistreat em I stay up on em, and that's one ta grow on, Let me flow on You can rock to tha rythme you see or you can rock to tha rythme of me Just remember when you do your thang, Make sure you do your thang on a hang And everythang, is everythang There ain't no mo' than this paper chase Like them white-boy DA's was on tha case You know I ain't tryin' ta floss, but uh, (Murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost I'm Tha DoggFather [Chorus] Now, do anybody in tha house remember When there wasn't no Snoop Dogg (Hell yeah!) There wasn't no rappers hollin' 'bout LBC Am I trippin' ya'll (Hell no!) Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like Snoop Have prestigious women That's the truth from the begining In and out of the flyest hotels You say your family don't know me Hold on hommie, that's formost and promos Sales, tails, scales and jails Success before death No one in my clique fails As females with the almighty Father lead Succeedin' ta give my peep's just what they need And it ain't no party like this kind, Cause you can leave your worries behizzind But I'ma git back to tha grizzind Snoop D-O double G comin' back for mizzine and I'm tha DoggFather [Chorus (Repeat until fade out)]

Regulators

Warren G.
Regulators: we regulate any stealing of his cattle. But you cant be any geek off the street. Gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean, earn your keep. Regulators! Mount up. It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G. was on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so i could get some funk strollin in my ride, chillin all alone Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C. on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls aint no need to tweak all you skirts know whats up with 2-1-3 So I hooks a left on the 2-1 and Lewood some brothas shootin dice so i said lets do this I jumped out the ride, I said whats up? some brothas pulled some gats so i said im stuck Since these girls peepin me im a glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb on to bigger better things than some horny tricks i see my homey and some suckers all in his mix Im gettin jacked, Im breakin myself I cant believe theyre taking Warrens wealth they took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brothas said damn, whats next? They got my homey hemmed up and they all around aint none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down They got guns to my head I think Im going down I cant believe this happenin in my home town If I had wings I would fly let me contemplate I glanced at the truck and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold now they droppin and yellin its a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all the busters down I let my gat explode now Im switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts sit back and observe I just left a gang of woes over there on the curb now Nate got the freaks and thats a known fact before i got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cuz its on N-A-T-E and me the Warren to the G Just like I thought they were in the same spot in need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-child were in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hell I said, Ooh, I like your size. She said, My cars broke down and you seem real nice. Would you let me ride? I got a car full of girls And it going real swell The need stop is the Eastside Motel. I tweakin into a whole new era G-Funk, step to this I dare you Funk, on a whole new level The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble Cords, strings, we brings melody, G-Funk Where rhythm is life and life is rhythm If you know like I know You dont wanta step to this Its the G-Funk era Funk down with a Gangster twist And if you smoke like I smoke Then you high like everyday And if yo ass is a buster 2-1-3 will regulate

Five Fingers

AESOP ROCK "None Shall Pass"
[Verse 1:] Take take, the medicine tastes great Gotta keep in the city I'm way baked Waiting for the meteor shading at twelve begin paint The origin of a deeper leader will take place Two coke bottles adorn the rope toddler Rebel of refrigerator Give him a Nilla wafer No role model, provoke him to shift focus Cus he noticed that a cookie tastes better when it's stolen Kids got the darnedest crooks All? get from an honest person Bought enough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn Which he kept in the box in the yard And the bark is far from a klepto-anthem But a klepto-tangent Prefaced the grand canvass Dance to the dirt Stand up, celebrate the natural need to own what ain't earned See it rolls off the tongue Like a smoke ring rolls off a lung til it's done Ready set kept it He thefted a post-it Later applied the motives to a moment of some grown shit "Hey, you with the sharpie and BM!" Did you foreplay the gm Or you carpe the diem Warplay the porn game Wanna get the sure way Well the freedom will correlate with the sword play and heathens Trickery I'm back, talk Fresh outta high school On the prickly catwalk Of the modern bright slide rule Every last number in it's history Got it's own little hustle to nuzzle up with the victory, Thanks Bathe in a bottle of your finest Huckleberry sift through the piss looking for diamonds For that hell appears to that in your climate Get your money from the richest Seek your pussy from the flyest [Chorus:] Slow and low, Do or die calm Suicide king and a tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die, stuck Two to five cans in the trunk of the truck And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you [x4] Capture the flag [Verse 2:] One by one like little confused penguins Larceny's yes when fools used weapons Like a bitter little burgular jaded up at the buckets He's dumb enough to pull up in public in the fuckin thing Nope gotta configure the five fingers Sorta hop wire vehicular skill is applicable If an eye's on the prize and the itch ain't flushed I hope the fruits of your labor relieve the initial rush Like, step over the abysmal cusp Matchmakers trying to make the mixed signals fucked And make you read the mud, maybe make the stigma's crushed Like "he will learn to walk after he lifts the drums" And this is certified milk by the department of skullduggery Shoplift quicker than ya shutter speed Click! Missed, dip dumb colory In another muddy river water til the rudder bleeds Skip around the money Peel the color me bunny killer Hovering where the mother feed Gutter greed king Let a crumby motherfucker breed fuck with me It goes knock knock, rummy at an abrupt speed The seed's all growns up, playing grown people games Evil lames grown encompass the whole paper chase Grip, better get the master plan So when the workers of a secret graph expands, Yes a pig is a cop, I got a villian for flock, so when I rake in the bacon I hope the kiddies will watch I hope the flipping of the system will be heavily clocked Cus opportunity's fickle If they we're trickling Stop! Capture the flag Drag that crass little bastard flap through the hazmat glass Laugh when he asks for it back Scratch that Welcome to the magic and a basket of cash [Chorus:] Slow and low, do or die, calm Suicide king and a tuck of the palm Slow and low, do or die, stuck Two to five cans in the trunk of the truck And these are the five fingers that are stealing from you [x4] Capture the flag

Makeshift Patriot

ATMOSPHERE
Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock Hang Myself...Half Mast Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself...via live telecast. Coming live from my own funeral...the beautiful weather offered a nice shine, Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline. It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence. My journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective. Don't gimme that ethical I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids, And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is! That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain Used civilians against civilians and charged the trojan horses into our buildings. Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction, Pregnant women couldn't protect their children. Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions. Now I have to back petal...from the shower of glass and metal, Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels. The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over, But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier... And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait 'til he's older, Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. Now get a close up of his head... Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock Hang Myself...Half Mast Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself while the stock markets crash The city is covered in inches of muck I see some other pictures of victims are up Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat. Sometimes in groups of the three. The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris. But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds. Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home. Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones. Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll? It's the one we rally behind. He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll, So we cheer him on, but espestos is affecting our breath control. The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TVs. Freedom WILL be defended...at the cost of civil liberties. Viewers are glued to television screens. Stuck...'cause lots of things seem too sick. I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music. I'll show you which culture to punp your fist at and what foot is right to kiss. We don't know who the culprit is yet...but he looks like this. We know who the heros are. Not the xenophobes who act hard, We taught that dog to squat. How dare he do that @#%$ in our own back yard! They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape. Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape? While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank, With a 10 second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst. So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle, Because even if we win this tug of war and even the score...humanity struggles. There's a desperate need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble, Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble. Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock Hang Myself...Half Mast Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself. Don't waive your rights with your flags.

Fumes

AESOP ROCK "None Shall Pass"
[Intro:] "You ain't shit man, your story's a joke You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope." [Bridge:] Stay awake little misfit Her lips wet a very particular mischief Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let Or settle for a warm, burgundy bubble out of her beak instead [Verse 1:] Hey, tequila to free the worm Had his liver scuba suit up on the Sabbath His personal pill rabbit At the hole's end her delicate mitten tipped For sticking pissy liquor in him every day at six Silly, predictability is a bitch Fully patterned, had her awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board She said, "This is less of a fixer-upper than my last bar." "Funny, you're less of a fixer-upper than my last whore." Crass is Similac to the milky with of today's youths Both chuckle out Next couple on the house Next couple on the couch Swapping social coma rants Phobias and soldier doubts, jokes and corporate mogul bans Motor-mouths The key to open his closure: Pussy plus yay; she hid in a broken toaster And later wake neighbors over chemical flavor to fuck sickly Tooth, nail beauty through the skin deep [Chorus:] An object at rest tends to remain at rest And an object in motion tends to remain in motion With the same speed... slow down With the same speed... slow down With the same speed... slow down And in the same direction Down... down... down... [Verse 2:] Now the dizziness is similar to whimsy with a pretty twist If pretty is a bidding war for meteors of iffy sniff And cigarettes, and pills on a speaker Silhouetted by the muted television and the rickety Venetians Between tweaks, he sweeps at home depot and reads Mostly biblical, but not 'cause he believed But found the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly Feverishly sponged up the information high Fade into the cradle of his same deck train wreck She pet him with a mechanical tape deck play back Plus, the depressing sum of the two combined pay checks Stung less when little Debbie D-cup put her legs back Drunk, put her on the business-end of his favorite couplet from Corinthians Sunk into the comforts of a kid again Enough to share the stuff that truly interest him This is where the vision of a shiny, happy Christmas end Tipsy little princess wasn't listening, just yes-ing him The more she fed him "yes", the more he fed her fresh barbiturates Assuming it was them against the world into oblivion But he was just a stupid simian that her live with him [Chorus:] An object at rest tends to remain at rest And an object in motion tends to remain in motion With the same speed... slow down With the same speed... slow down With the same speed... slow down And in the same direction Down... down... down... [Verse 3:] Pirouetting madly on a mirror full of baggies In the valley of the irritable Aggie Any sincerity, miracles, or memory buried in the back-seat By the hazardous materials was seriously gasping Here he is in action trying to patch up the attraction Figured he would win her back if he act in a common passion Penned a couple chapters 'bout a sassy pair of magnets With a cottage on a hill and a picket fence and a marriage Never having gathered her rabid enthusiasm over language Was fashioned around the aspirin in his cabinets Asked her to read it expecting flattery after the fact This is an exact imitation of how she react: "You ain't shit man, your story's a joke You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope." Man she knows five chores, more coke, and all fours Said, "Leave me on the floor and leave the dope by the door." Bounced all shook up, she cook up aluminum Consuming every skull and crossbones in the room In under two minutes, he fuming with a flipped lid, stormed into the crib And found her body on the tiles like, "No she didn't!", yes she did [Bridge:] Stay awake little misfit Her lips wet a very particular mischief Sis' wiggle an index, if your limbs let Or settle for a warm burgundy bubble out of her beak instead [Chorus:] An object at rest tends to remain at rest And an object in motion tends to remain in motion With the same speed... slow down With the same speed... slow down With the same speed... slow down And in the same direction Down... down... down...

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