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Classic Man (Remix)

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[Kendrick Lamar:] I'm the only nigga doin' it You other niggas ruined it I'm too legit, go Hammer wit' the foolishness My nana said my grandma can maneuver this industry Until I'm stupid rich and now I'm stupid rich, ah Even if she go away, even if she go away Assumin' this is what they humor is To Pimp a Butterfly my newest shit Effective rumor is the way I proven it I'm a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean, I'm a classic man Callin' on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man I burn through the hood like, "Whoa" When everybody's feeling so cold I cool like Nat King Cole and niggas get a bit of my glow I got charm like a leprechaun, mamafucker Now y'all fucking with the wrong mamafucker Treat me like a don, mamafucker And we don't live by the law, mamafucker Even if she go away, even if she go away Even if she go away, even if she go away I'm a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean, I'm a classic man Callin' on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man [Kendrick Lamar:] (Classic man) That's on my mama though I got piranha flow, fuckin' up your designer clothes (Casket man) Where be your rapper's angle? Bunch of subliminal bitches, I'd rather fingerbang 'em Oh, ke-mo sah-bee, pray to God nobody try me Catch a body over nothin', Top couldn't even stop me I got key to my city, I got key to California I might legalize your homicide and mourn marijuana Let my daddy smoke his weed, only thing they keep on Philly I ain't got no jewelry on me, bitch, I got the jewelry in me Oh, shit, let me talk my shit, I always been the shit This ain't overnight, they love me now like they loved me then I know what I like, I eat the pussy for my nourishment I know how to cherish it I know how to decorate your wall and further furnish it I'm a burn your shit down, this is what the furnace is I'm a turn your shit around wit' some friendly services Ain't no nervousness like I'm ratchet or conservative And that's affirmative All I do is lay-up and face up my big bills And paste up, got no chill for fake ones, like, for real, they say... I'm a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean, I'm a classic man Callin' on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man Keep my gloves dirty but my hands clean Got to keep the business in the family Bread when I'm fillin' up the pantry Now my niggas slang 'caine like a dandy I tell you how it go You pull out rubber bands, I pull out an envelope The ladies on my elbow ain't for the show Every madam on my team is a top general, oh Got to be ready for war (War) Should they get into my door? (Door) Get 'em, we'll get 'em, I know that we'll get 'em Cause I lived through this shit before, oh I'm a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean, I'm a classic man Callin' on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man (I'm a classic man) Even if she go away, even if she go away (I'm a classic man) Even if she go away, even if she go away I'm a classic man, old-fashioned man

We Don't Care

BIG PUNISHER "Yeeeah Baby"
(feat. Cuban Link) [Cuban Link] Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P. Latins Goin Platinum baby! Yeah yeah, yeah.. Uhh, year 2000 Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry) (I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry) Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah) We rock the party and.. YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS She wanna rape me - just because I'm sexy as FUCK So nigga WHAT [Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link] [Pun] Tear the club up! [Link] Cause we don't care [Pun] E'rybody strip [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] Shoot the place up! [Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Link] Yeah we don't care [Pun] T. Squaders [Link] Yes, yeah we don't care [Pun] Fuck you nigga! [Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!) [Big Punisher] Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props I got to have it Loadin and bustin a mac, did shit in the past Was grabbin the girls on they asses Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night My lead ready to peel this shit really real My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill My dick quick to kill, we fittin to ill No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge Carter kids stuck to the projects Go ahead keep checkin that mall and me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips Keep talkin that dumb shit like you want it Yeah when are you gonna buck shit this mug shit [Chorus] [Cuban Link] Uhh.. Yeah.. Big Punisher.. Cuban Link.. Terror Squad.. Y'all wanna party Gon' party our way.. Anything goes.. The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT ..

Gin And Juice

SNOOP DOGG "Doggystyle"
[Intro: Dre] [man pissing] Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker Steady long, steady long nigga [Verse One: Snoop] With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah) and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the living room gettin it on and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) So what you wanna do, sheeeit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this [Chorus: repeat 2X] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) [Verse Two:] Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie) She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze beeeitch, I'm just [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' And I'll be [Chorus] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

Make It Loud

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[John Cena at a live show] It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers] SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more cheering] [Tazz] That's noise! [Chorus 2X: John Cena] It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud Get the point yo you gotat make it loud Everybody in the club make it loud SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [John Cena] Yeah, yeah We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now Yo... we got some shit in store now So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow Not quite Krispy Kreme, but we came to stack dough We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight Never stoppin, all I see is the money like the kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday night If you got in free, or your fuckin cover's paid Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some Rubbermaid This ain't that Cristal sippin type shit It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A. Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] I tear up any track, front to back Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin that It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby Anything but that, step back lady Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that I see through haters games, don't mistake that I still got love if you buyin our shit If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya All y'all raise your glass to this shit Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits [Chorus] [John Cena] We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker worn Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn [Tha Trademarc] I move a crowd like a bomb scare Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there We old school like when Sonny, was on Cher Take it back like a Richard Pyror 8-track And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax Man please, we want platinum plaques I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks [Chorus] [scratching Trademarc to fade] "Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up" "That's that shit!" [crowd chanting] "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" [at the end]

Did She Say (Remix)

JAGGED EDGE "Jagged Little Thrill"
(feat. Lil' Bow Wow, JD, & Da Brat) (Oh shit!) So So to the Def, JE, Bow Wow Six in the mornin', mom's at my door Airport's all wired, cause the kid should flow Got an interview to do I ain't tryin' to be late But I can't leave the house Without my Funk Flex tape You know me AKA little cold crush Keep it hoppin' like a 6-4 juiced up Keep it poppin' from The Tunnel to the plush So So Def, yeah that's us [JE] Tell me how can you Believe everything you hear She ain't telling you Cause she really wants to be here with me And she would do anything to get with me So please, don't believe a thing that she says to you Did she say that she, that she be calling me baby When she told you I was no good And how all the time she tried to give it to me Did she say that she wanted me Did she say Ain't the first time that she stabbed you in your back Open up your eyes and see A real friend wouldn't do that Cause you need to sit her down and let her know You can't mess up a good thing so go I just wanna know one thing, baby did she say She said I want your man Making all sorts of plans Trying to get me away from you And as soon as you're gone She's tryin' to get it on Baby don't you listen to what she say [JD (Brat)] We don't stop (For what) Yo uh Now when my pager go... Who you think that is My bitch, no your bitch see She like you, but she in love with me And how I go back and forth with da [Da Brat] B-R-A-T, when the two way vibrate It's your nigga that's tryna come up on a hot date To get next to Chante Face it, he only fucked you cause he was wasted And now he want a replacement [JD] Basically your listening to the hottest fam Since the Jackson 5 We don't run outside, we hit the middle with the dive Playa ice and the tweny inches on the ride Playa when you see me [Da Brat (JD)] You see me, same thing, same way Radio, TV, up in your face It's us that digustingly bust and come up (With our head out the window screaming) We don't give a fuck (Meet us dead in the bed) Till the shit blow up [Funkmaster Flex] Yeah shout to Big Kap, Alcatraz Cipher Sounds, Johnny Walker Ray DJ Keori, Mister Cee DJ Scratch and DJ Twinz

Blueprint (Momma Loves Me)

JAY-Z "The Blueprint"
Yeah, yeah.. Uhh, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, and he dressed me Eric fought me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in the song Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves Momma raised me, pop I miss you God help me forgive him I got some issues Mickey cleaned my ears, and he shampooed my hair Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills Jaz made me believe the shit was real Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee Clark sought me out, Dame believed Primo laced me, Ski did too 'Reasonable Doubt' - classic, shoulda went triple Momma loved me, pop left me Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me banana puddin, what's in the hood then Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked Vigs fucked with a nigga, whassup ha () high hated the fact I put rap to the back Money pourin in, clientele growin now Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra And your son too - there's nothin I won't do Unless you was me, how could you judge me I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black and live in a movie, not livin by rules New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say The time is comin; you one hit away Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game to make the transition, from the street to the fame My momma loves me..

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