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JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - Attack Of The Clones

Retro Electro

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I wanna thank ya For bein so fly (so fly) You didn't know (didn't know) That it was my time They shoulda told ya I am for the people And on my shoulders Carrying the world Say it sir victory is mine oh yeah I tumble like the dice do Stay on the humble like christ do Piss stanzas and shite haikus Since I was a young tyke-u Tried to moonwalk like michael I understood the universal cycles Positive negative neutral Impoverished kids on sedativesll live mutual Where reverends, presidents movies stars cinema-togra-phers And producers, so standardized eduacation in it's current state Is useful, I'm mean useless Pardon the slippage The deadll probably target the jargon as gibberish Meanwhile I'm off in the stars war'n with iblis You see them atoms spinnin You see them waves shimmering You see them wisdoms grinning The masculine energy make em feel feminine I transformed and start assemblin From moab to mendin Sittin bull is twistin sittin ducks like dutches Victory is in my clutches Motherfuckers You can't touch this like hamm and them I'm on auto pilot Sippin pen noir Eatin sal-a-mon Brother with foul in them The son of marilyn Chancellor of hope Sharp like razor Clean like soap The simplest metaphors be the dope They stumblin outta focus I spit that hocus pocus Man these niggas absolutely bogus The cockroach flow is hopeless I'm on they ass like locust In and out the studio The flows unruly so My attack level is way higher than yugiohs My defence level is in the trillions So if you wanna duel Ya rocket better be filled with fuel Cause when you get here, I'll be on the stool crackin booze And you'll be tired from the journey So how you think that you could ever burn me Man these wack niggas don't concern me Bring out the gurneys and summon my attorneys

90059

JAY ROCK "90059"
[Intro - Lance Skiiiwalker:] Take my mind on this road, you too I took my mind on this road, way through I take your mind on this road, you do I took my mind on this road, way through [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket The stench from the smoker's smoke, so ferocious Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over Demons in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over Something like Velcro, stay attached to corners Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese All for the Gram, grams and a new weave All they got is spandex pants, and some loose knees Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's No one's exempt, weak or strong they do bleed Candle light vigils, closure if they do leave Bullets have a name defined by different calibers Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters Play your cards right or be scratching off them calendars [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket These waters are murky, crocodiles they lurking Murder rate merging, up and down virgins Guess you gotta play street versions of a surgeon Keep beat bursting, closing down all your curtains When shit don't go right, gotta question your purpose Denim with them serpents coming back to surface EBT, zero balance, worthless You either leave in limousines or them hearses Too much bad blood, another problem emerges You started the problem you motherfucking deserved it Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the answer They Marlboro, trying to trick them, they be the cancer Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga brain Like your name Liu Kang, that be the mantra Stop, look, listen, that's the words to live by Know you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye 90059, nigga, here's why [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket Ah, shit, get out my pocket Ah, shit, get out my pocket Get out my pocket A force from the rap game my nigga, this ain’t a circus There’s no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out lately Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them, you don’t communicate Well hands and the gat talk to you, what’s the convo? Don’t think fast, you end up getting a combo Think situations is calm, then they bomb though Sleeping in the bando, it’s either death or jail Something you never planned for, dreaming about Lambos Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost Straight up out the motherfuckin’ crockpot it’s Watts One stops leave you with dope, socks is not boxed No rats, re-rock that got them all losing weight Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet spot Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox All of this in one zip code, keep the streets hot [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket

Crossroads

MICK JENKINS
[Mick Jenkins:] Started from the bottom of the map Move to the Chi like fifth grade Running like the water from the tap Move with a mind like what switch blades see I ain't never been the type of nigga that'd change with the fame, you could put it in quotes Been down to ride for my niggas had pegs, on a Mongoose sitting on spokes Handcuffs sitting on the peanut butter loaves Living on the rim of the glass of the water Don't you see people out here pimping your hope Living on a whim, lower class getting slaughtered, killed Niggas in the streets on the pipe no kilt, it's a skirt motherfucker you know it Pull the triggers to the beats Taking lives, no guilt Got the summer feel like it's snowing, cold Shoulders, murders, mowed us down Damn, you could tell these niggas need a drink Sun get hotter streets get colder, damn You could tell these niggas need a drink Spit his flow like is coming up the sink And the shit hot like it's coming in the mink Never dumb it down, make a dumb nigga think Ginger in his tea make a dumb nigga drink Grippin your heart and grippin your soul Grippin that iron, I'm dropping that zinc Gotta move smart I didn't learned from the dope Just what I'm gonna do, with the coke and the ink Like oh no, they locked a nigga up for smoking purple I'm free, I'm screaming, "free my niggas" 'til the world blow I'm screaming "free my niggas" 'til the world blow Save Money she gonna do it for the free [Chance The Rapper:] She gonna do it for the freak Dinner reservations with a Navajo Indian in her family like a lot of hoes Lot of hoes done said they was not a ho Now the Leprechauns done lied about they pot'o'gold I'm bout my green like an avocado guacamole I'm from the Chi, she say she shy but she gotta go Prodigal Solid gold Chains bought from college shows Staying out in Hollywood Wayne out of Hollygrove Kamikaze comma Common Keef and ComicCon Ye and me and King L Katie here's a comet coming Kamehameha, Chi may have made a spirit bomb Here's a ton of acid, ready for it here it comes, (WOOOOO!) Uh, I'm just having fun with it Vic just brought the beef up, Mick just brought a gun with it You think you could stomach it? Umf, tummy ache All you did was shadow box All you did was run in place Started from the middle of the class, multi-entendre And now I can do what I wanna Shouts out Shetandra and Shando, shouldn't have shined a light on me [Vic Mensa:] Staring at the bottom of the bottle Pour it out for the fam take the shots In the land, shoot first think last that's the motto Money on my mind Mega Millions on the rise, scratch off like I'm tryna win the lotto Lot of baller niggas done lied about their jump shots Tryna play the shooter 'til they shot him (pow) Got 'em (pow pow) Shoes off and kick up my feet Talk dirty, never brush my teeth Tell em I'm Rosa Parks, they can suck my seed I ain't giving up my seat Saw my face through the stain glass window in church Demons in the night when I sleep Stole the collection cash out the pastor's purse Gave it to a bum to get something to eat Paper twistin, bend it backwards Flip the script, dyslexic actors Atom smashing, passing, bombing, writing it off my taxes Uncle Sam done put a deficit on my debit card Me, Mick Jenkins and Chancelor, chances are you no competitor (OnGaud my nigga)

All Bets On Ace

ACE HOOD
As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I tell 'em I should fear no man so where my enemy at? I'm movin' dat Phantom wit' cannons See the curtains is black I murder you niggas for certain and I be in and be back Like an Energizer bunny I keep it goin' in fact Hop on any track and demolish Don't you bother wit' that Cuz that bitch who bother Me them hollows out the Tahoe We be poppin' like it's bottles Chop you up like a sarodo in fact I get on any shit and rip it peep my energy pack Just name any nigga dat want wit' me riddle me that Riddle me this, if I don't rip you consider me wack I'm on top of the fuckin' game so y'all do better than dat But I think dey runnin' late dey takin' breaks Before you think or even blink I be off up in yo' place Put dat heater to yo' face And tell you lead me to the safe Don't cooperate dat caution tape will cover up yo' place This is All Bets nigga on that muthafuckin' Ace That is I greedy guy, run up in and take yo' pies If you niggas wonder why, look it's in my fuckin' eyes Never wonder what's in mind, give you just a bit of time I'm starvin' you fuck niggas out of yo' mind Fuck yo' problems, fuck yo' momma Fuck yo' baby momma drama, fuck yo' sista Fuck yo' daughter, when you fuckin' wit' the Devil We are rebels Hear the tremble when you walk over them pebbles Wear them guns like it's a medal bitch I heavy metal handle grip, word shop like it's a sander I'm 100 and loaded like a muthafuckin' Rambo Make you scramble from this ammo That I put off in this hammer, bitch it's hammer time You asinine, I'm mastermind And half the time I'm over time And after mine there will be none If there's some they runnin' from me half the time Yes I am a problem I be wildin' I be smilin' while I'm askin' for yo' wallet What you drivin'? Give me diamonds Ask yo' lady she desire me cuz I'm fly as any pilot Quitted college just to follow me the sight See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K I am runnin' in yo' place it is I Yes Ace Mister H-Double O-D Mister get you when you sleep Mister see me in the street Bitch I'm a muthafuckin' beast, I never sleep I just go eat And if I hear of any beef, and then I want a lil' piece Just let me get a lil' piece I walk yo' block and hit yo' street like I'm a muthafuckin' G A matter fact I am a G, and you a P-U-S-S-Y All you niggas said I couldn't, and I told you to yo' eyes And bitch I'm on some murder mind And bitch I'm on some other grind You can't compare me to yo' kind Just listen up and wonder why Yes I am blind to you niggas rappin' wit' no passion Can't imagine, ever yappin' I be rappin', spittin' magic, let you have it Now let me breath and let me free you some satisfaction Huhhhhh October 14th, Gutta Like I told you niggas befo' See I be in and be back I'm like an Energizer bunny wit' no energy pack Fuck lettin' you niggas go breath, you can swallow the track Or you can swallow all them hollows that insert to the gat And see I gave, won't fold now I'm back in yo' chest It's all bets on the next nigga show me yo' best And next time I come around have that check and da cash Just tell dem niggas Khaled they should put it all on yo' man Yeah, put it all on yo' man October 14th I'm takin' all bets in advance

Dog In Heat

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Missy] Gimme that funk, mmm.. Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that Funk.. sho' nuff that Funk.. [Redman] Yo, yo Beware of the dogs, off the chain Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it) She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong) with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son If you ain't got Missy and Meth want me to spit the hot shit for you Nigga, write your check [Missy] When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya SLIDE, wanna take a ride When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire) SLIDE, wanna take a ride [Chorus: repeat 2X] I love it boy when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on You keep me growlin like a dog in heat Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks [Missy] You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches SLIDE, let's take a ride Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach SLIDE, baby won't you slide [Chorus] [Method Man] Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin Smellin like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever Brought the flavor, of indonesia Puff puff give type procedures and this joint bumpin out your speakers [Chorus] [Missy] I'm gonna take you high to the top and let your body not reject me babe I'm gonna make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream don't stop But you must first respect his lady You must respect this lady

Dog In Heat

MISSY 'MISDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT "Miss E ...So Addictive"
[Missy] Gimme that funk, mmm.. Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that Funk.. sho' nuff that Funk.. [Redman] Yo, yo Beware of the dogs, off the chain Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it) She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong) with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son If you ain't got Missy and Meth want me to spit the hot shit for you Nigga, write your check [Missy] When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya SLIDE, wanna take a ride When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire) SLIDE, wanna take a ride [Chorus: repeat 2X] I love it boy when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on You keep me growlin like a dog in heat Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks [Missy] You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches SLIDE, let's take a ride Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach SLIDE, baby won't you slide [Chorus] [Method Man] Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin Smellin like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever Brought the flavor, of indonesia Puff puff give type procedures and this joint bumpin out your speakers [Chorus] [Missy] I'm gonna take you high to the top and let your body not reject me babe I'm gonna make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream don't stop But you must first respect his lady You must respect this lady

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