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JEREMIH lyrics

All The Time

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[Hook: Natasha Mosley] Early in the mornings when I think about you Yeah - I hit you like “what you sayin'?” In the mornings when I wanna fuck you Yeah - I hit you like “what you sayin'?” I-I-I-I could fuck you all the ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime, i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-I-I-I could fuck you all the ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime I-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime, i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime [Jeremih] M-O-Ë-T, that's the fuck we sippin' (sippin') That's the fuck we drippin' (drippin'), trap house still tippin' Facetime when I'm gone, she give me dome from a distance And she love to climb on top, she love to walk off limpin' Pimps up, hoes down, legs up or toes down Why she jock me? ‘Cause she knocked knees and we got trees, so Mary go around Gotta know I ate it, she so sweet, now and later I want that all the time, all the time, I’mma give you all of mine when it’s… [Hook - Lil Wayne (Jeremih)] Uhh, p-p-p-pussy for breakfast, that’s how I start my day My dick is a pen, it’s written all over her face I put my tongue in her mouth, I make them pussy lips drool She got that junk in her trunk, you know I like junk food I tell her like this, life is good (good), your pussy better (better) I put on a magnum (magnum), like a gold medal (medal) And if it’s sweet then I’mma eat it ‘til I get sugar diabetes I’m a blood and she anemic – we perfect Tunechi… oh yeah, I make her say... YOUNG MULA BABY! [Hook] [Jeremih] Damn, damn lil’ mama, you’re sticky, icky, icky, got a nigga out here feelin’ picky, icky, icky Every time you put it on, man, it leave me real trippy, every time we on it we keep it 50-50, uh Don’t let the time ticky, icky, icky while I’m snappin’ off your bra, and bitin’ on your Vickie's (HEAD, SHOTS) feelin’ real tipsy, gettin’ real freaky and it’s gettin’ real frisky She never say, “no” – damn, she’s so, cold Up and down, that pole – she go, go… (go, go and) Fuck me like you hate me (yeah), kiss me like you miss me (yeah) Anything I want to (yeah), that’s what she always lets me

Nobody Do It Better Than Us

[Lil' Kim] (Puffy) (Yeah) This is it, this is the one (That's what I'm talkin' about right here) Aye yo Puff I don't think they ready for this one (They ain't ready baby) You ready? (No doubt) Yeah me too (Let's do it) [Lil' Kim] If gettin' money is a crime, then I confess It ain't about money, I could care less I used to be a B now I'm a C breast I get em hard, you handle the rest My music like heartburn, burn your chest Like a nigga stick the ax inside your backs You be like, What the fuck was that shit?! Gimme some more I love my fans, gotta make 'em dance Would I ever make a whack joint? (Not a chance) All my male friends call me M M Cause my pussy melt in your mouth and not in your hands I'm just a bad girl always rockin' thongs With the see-who's-stockin' skaters with the Lizzy's Purpose with the deadbeats Usually spotted by my Goldilocks While birds movin' flocks, I'm movin' drops Cop the Ferrari when I'm roomin' the range Two of the same, it ain't a thang, pocket the change Now I'm just doin' my thing enjoyin' the fame Why not ain't no other bitches hot in the game 1 - [T-Boz] Nobody do it better than us Nobody do it better than us Nobody do it better than us Nobody do it better than us Nobody do it better than us Nobody do it better than us [Lil' Kim] Lil' Kim, yeah everybody knows me In a class by myself, never where the ho's be I just avoid where all my foes be Cause God damn muthafuckas is nosey Wanna know what I'm wearing? What I'm drivin'? What I'm doin'? Where I hang out at? Who the fuck I'm screwin' Damn I move way out to the boondocks So I can have a little bit of privacy You bought a tiny ass condo Way across the water with a telescope So you can spy on me You clowns belong in the circus Steady tryin' to hurt us Tell me what's the purpose They say I'm prejudice, the only presidents that I fuck with Is the ones that's dead, like the big heads Never stingy with my Benji's Got enough dough to buy the West Indies Invest in Fendi's, own Laurendi's Start my own doll like Mark Mindy's Free all my niggas from the penitentiary And keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century Repeat 1 [Lil' Kim] Uh uh, hold up, wait, hold up, wait a minute You got a 5 and I got a 6 Back it up! What's wrong with this picture? Nigga pack it up! I need a 6 figga nigga (uh huh) Yours is big but mines is bigger Cause the Benji's is what it's all about Do my ladies know what I'm talkin' about If my shoes cost more than your car Hah, don't expect to get far You the kinda nigga that like to plot Call your friends, tell 'em that you hit the jackpot I keep razors in my box for all you womanizers That's how much I despise it's up I don't get it I ain't wit it Can't see how other woman did it Niggas screamin' gimme, can't get a penny Yeah I got plenty But you ain't got any? Now picture me takin' my hard earned money Throwin' it away by spendin' it on a dummy All he gon' do is spend it on another honey I say let the nigga stay bummy I don't need a nigga I jerks it out Take it old school and smurf it out Give me a beat and I'll murk it out Niggas know QB gon' work it out! Repeat 1 [T-Boz] Nobody do it to you better than us Nobody do it to you better than us Nobody do it to you better than us Nobody do it to you better than us [Puffy] (T-Boz) (Can't nobody do it to you better than us) Nobody As we proceed to give you what you need (Can't nobody do it to you better than us) In 2000 baby (Can't nobody do it to you better than us) And we rock on and on All hail the Queen (Can't nobody do it to you better than us) All hail the King B.I.G forever and we won't stop Roc-A-Fella Undeas Lil' Ceasar Brizz, Lil' C-Gutta, Money L Trife, nigga Blake C


CYPRESS HILL "Stoned Raiders"
[Intro] ['Say what' scratched repeatedly] [Sen Dog] I be that, short-temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singers Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams Cypress, Assassins, SX, latin thug thing Fools think they get bad, I ain't really with that Flavour of the month, bro, () try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead Don't trip, get a grip, be strong and don't fake it Or else you get beat down, an' stripped butt-naked I just kick the lyric, straight from the spirit You can tell I got soul first time as you hear it [Chorus - Sen Dog and B-Real (repeat 2x)] Welcome to the show, all come inside You can hear proper sound when it's Amplified You wanna party with the best and say 'fuck the rest' 'Cos we take away ya stress and never settle for less [B-Real] When you deal with the Hill, keep your mouth still If you rely on your skill then rely on your steel If you have no ideal, or any thoughts to feel What you sought was real, to give 'em slots to fill Busters stop to deal But I face them, quicker than takin' a box of pills Now you gots to chill Get cops and sheilds, steady, hark the () If they're lookin' for prey, ready to stalk and kill As I lock the wheel, don't you mock the drill 'Cos I'll cock my steel, make you drop and spill Got no mercy unless you talk to deal Quit talk and kneel, you won't top my will, bitch! [Chorus (repeat 2x)] ['Say what' scratched some more] [Sen Dog] Ain't no-body better, on that you can bet (CY-PRESS!) Wanna see a dope show Put your money on my set Real emcees and real DJs Real South-siders from the heart of LA Now, back in the day we had big sucess And it's like that now and we won't settle for less You can beat the LB from the new latin lingo Nowadays you nothin', without a hit single Time to get loco, and put bodies in motion Hit the stage in a rage, and start up a commotion No I ain't jokin, see my mic smokin' I slam it like the art and make sure it's broken [Chorus (repeat 2x)] [scratching to fade]

M.f.c. Lawz

Heltah Skeltah "Magnum Force"
Intro: [Voice] Hahaha Yeah, Heltah Skeltah (Outlawz) Outlawz Doc MFC, almighty Ruck, yeah, yeah Verse 1: [Ruck] I spit the vocab (vocab) While most fags, go rap No paths and brags about they bitch coach back Don't play it in the cup, ready to blast and twist Any Nigga who be takin' I'm a pacifist Yo ass can diss Told you couldn't last to this When you ask of the force of the Magnum, bitch You drastic (You drastic) Hastic about the car Smack 'em up with the heater give 'em (?scips?) and scars (give 'em (?scips?) and scars) I'm hatin' y'all Niggas try to disrespect Techniques, next week I will disconnect Your fuckin' head of your shoulder When the dread come below the bombastic, pullin' bad chips from his hoster Natural addict with lyrics on your transistor On your radio takin' no shit about the inflister Knew that nigga slapped on Me so I crapped on (?The ab, it's the mack, with more barry than steffon?) Yes y'all (yes y'all, hahahahahaha) Who the best in the indusphere Ain't it the same Nigga that disagree than shook 'em here (shook 'em here) Vinagar, I be puttin' motherfuckers plenty fear In the heart of these bitch ass nigga with my steady chair (steady chair) Chorus: Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C,-A-M-P Who we be? We be the O-U-T-L-A,-W-Z Verse 2: Rock, Young Noble [Rock] Livin' this hell like the Skeltah Who can I trust [Young Noble] Move emotionless Puffin' this vibe we got among us [Rock] I'm sick of Niggas livin' legal So we got some Outlawz [Young Noble] Push the Southpole [Rock] Mad Niggas don't get pushed in the Southpole (in the Southpole) [Young Noble] I got y'all Snatchin' guilty tactics cause you're ashtray [Rock] Straight up faggots My Mag spin to make a Nigga backwards [Young Noble] Attack shit like a full blooded pimp for sins [Rock] With them aimed at your (?) [Young Noble] Named man with a vengance unless you lay for a thinkin' [Rock] Now I get so stupid, Niggas couldn't complete for a (?) [Young Noble] We livin' Every single day at full speed, full breed, thugs be [Rock] Fuck with this, you bleed (you bleed) Now we're keepin' best act boy at Alcatraz [Young Noble] Out for cash [Rock] Moreno brought it down blast [Young Noble] Oringal done clock niggas, fuck these rap niggas [Rock] (?) [Young Noble] What they need is all together All my thugs is to perform If you ain't down for applause [Rock] You can get the fuck off [Young Noble] See them all at the strong And get paid and move on If you ain't down for applause [Rock] You can get the fuck off [Young Noble] Captured by the snitch Suddenly the people fall Y'all ain't down for a

Silly Niggaz

ANGIE MARTINEZ "Up Close & Personal"
(feat. Uneek) [intro] On any day, in the hood In front of any building, you can find some chicks And what will they talk about Niggaz [A] Yo, yo get the fuck outta here! [U] Yeah, that fuckin bum motherfucker [U] Pico and shit from around the corner, that nigga be wildin [Angie] Uh-huh, yeah.. [Uneek] I know this player named Ricky, push an 850 Light-skinned, slim, with a head like Sticky All you gotta do girlfriend is slip a mickie And in a quickie, Ricky turns into tricky [Angie] Aiyyo but what about his man Cuz named Stan Run around town in the plush Benz van Ice all around his Rolex band but runnin his mouth bout his credit card scams [Uneek] Yeah jerk that nigga, I heard of that nigga The crew of quick niggaz wanna murder that nigga, shit He must be listenin to too much Jigga Buddy Longdough, he got no figures [Angie] Yo, aiyyo I know you know Ralph, up on T () He a Puerto Rican cat, yeah you know he eat out Walk around town with the weed and heat out And he loco in the coco, dank weed out [both - repeat 2X] All over the world, niggaz got a story to tell Is you fly as fuck, or you broke as hell What set you claim nigga, is you thug or what What set you claim nigga, is it love or what [Angie] Rude bwoy name Brian, nigga stay lyin Got regular, but he swear it's Hawaiian Part time dealer, part time client Smokin up what he should be supplyin [Uneek] And yo that kid Black, don't know how to act Wanna keep the Timbs on when he hit it from the back (oop!) Pullin on my hair, almost loosened up a track But I like that kid, he can keep comin back! [laughter and ad libs] [Angie] Everybody back up, back up off the ropes All you silly niggaz are gonna have to back up [laughin] We're gonna need all silly niggaz to back up off the ropes! Move back.. back.. back.. back..

The Worst

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Legacy Of Blood"
[Verse One: Vinnie Paz] Don't be scared- Be prepared for the worst Before I let a round of shots burst You the opening act so rock first Trust me, multiple shots from Glocks hurt And I think there's been enough said 'Cause your body's gonna leak like a mothafuckin dust-head Burner love to see the blood red And you pussy-clout rappers can't sleep until a thug's dead But I don't plan to die Until it's my time Soldiers keep playa hatin from the sideline It's divine rhyme Jedi Mind time It's rap cyanide Study the guidelines Yeah on my last few twelve inches Walk around with a long knife-twelve inches That's real sharp for cutting ya skin Tie you up make you watch while I'm fuckin' ya kin [scratched x4] ("Don't get scared, be prepared for the worst") [Verse Two] Yeah I have an iron force Robbin' you on the iron horse I'm a lion that's relyin' on the Mayan's thoughts I'm spittin' iron darts Until there's more dead Then I'm seeing triple sixes on your forehead I don't wanna die anymore I don't wanna cry anymore Lie anymore I just want y'all to be dead I just wanna get rid of all these sick thoughts in my head I stay ready on the frontline ("Anybody wants mine, that's when it's lunchtime") And I'm a threat to the whole land Man fear God But God fear no man That's the mothafuckin program I could feel snakes just from handshakes from a cold hand Time waits for no man And that's word bond Throw 'em in a ditch Bury 'em the herb gone [scratched x4] ("Don't get scared, be prepared for the worst") [Verse Three: Vinnie Paz] This is war rap similar to Jacob's ladder Walk around like Thor with a sacred hammer Yeah you don't really want the guns out We some vampire mo'fuckas Burn when the sun's out Y'all are traveling the bum route Talkin bout whips standin on the strip with your thumbs out But that ain't me I don't care about a whip Y'all are fake money just another counterfeit While y'all are on the block thinkin bout your pipe dreams I'm Slick Rick style thinkin how my ice gleams Thinkin how I'm gonna make this money Take a visit to the Bing and embrace my dunny I guess this is just God's plan Beware of the beast undercover in the marked van If you a smart man Use your voice to sing Cause that's the only fucking way to avoid the Bing! [scratched x4] ("Don't get scared, be prepared for the worst")

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