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JOELL ORTIZ lyrics - Human

Latino, Pt. 2

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[Verse 1 - Emilio Rojas:] Cry first and laugh last Television was on, we never had dads And the city was flooded with mad crack Cause they experiment on minorities like we lab rats Priorities, it's fuck authority A man that can stand on his own and show maturity I ain't ever ask for a loan, I've been supportin' me Takin' cash from hoes like a sorority Oh yeah they comin' for your life Con Ed, I'm comin' for your light It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite You ain't bleed then it wasn't worth the fight I'm givin' y'all bread and water, ah bread and water all they get And it ain't shakin' no hands, so fuck your politics This isn't makin' a [?], I burn a lot of bridges down Then I played in the ash like fuck a following All we ever wanted was good pussy and credit scores Their own cars is better than all our rentals are I'm sick of y'all, dudes switchin' and gettin' hot Like Bruce Jenner and menopause Ain't never told us detox the senators I say they sent us to detox the criminals So the minute that we pop his genitals Emilio ain't gon' ever fall, I told y'all [Verse 2 - Bodega Bamz:] Everybody pressin' charges, they ain't change where I'm from It's no game, even Ndamukong Suh Connect try to keep me out the loop It's canine proof, all my birds in the coop Niggas wanna see me in the cage (but why?) My lawyer gets surprised with the money I save (ching ching!) I'm low like Fetty Wap's left eye I coulda sworn I saw Left Eye in Best Buy Nike slippers, read the paper on the milk crates Sippin' Arizona, I got stripes like a Zebra Cake Believe me, fast money like a relay Shopped in SoHo when Prince Street had replays >D-day?<, I love my heritage And fuck the race, if you real you my relative Why so sensitive? The revolution will be tele-vized Excuse the grammar, I'm a ghetto kid My grandma still alive and all 11 kids Only my father made it, let's reminisce another time Bought a watch with these bars to kill time Sick in the head, now that's an ill mind Shine like a d-d-diamond [?] young I said one day I'd have a Lambo, not a Hyundai I kill for these stacks like Jimmy Caan Wait let a G win like the Padres Let a G win like Tony's last name Who played first base for San Diego Had to break it down Fuck the cops, we gotta triumph Fight for Freddie right now, it's about to be more riots They wanna kill the youth when they need more guidance With more violence you can only expect more defiance It's hard to be vocal when they shoot you up and choke you Die unexpected if the wrong one approach you Sharpton ain't doin' enough, where's all the leaders? Breakin' the same laws, we follow how they teach us I never seen a thug win a million with Regis Or a single mother from the ghetto either Fuck y'all [Interlude - Joell Ortiz:] It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in Goes by the name of Puerto Rico [Verse 3 - Chris Rivers:] Nigga the champ is here, Cassius Clay in his prime The Mike Tyson, Bruce Lee, Stephen Hawking of rhymes Combined with Einstein's mind and then refined like it's wine I write divine lines, I fill my time by feelin' these dimes Fill my satisfaction with valid rappin' and Magnum clappin' Fact I haven't felt emotions that's potent since daddy's passin' I'm the Marilyn Manson of pattern relax in baths of acid I got True Religion jeans, if I kill you it's act of passion I'm a dragon rap admiral managing slapping your laterals Aptitude is ample to pass all the rap masters Who master it, cracking ribs like >clashing mandible????< Put you in the earth, what it's worth you can act natural The pragmatical mathematical rappin' cannibal Who ramp with animals, Bronx nigga that has an attitude You see my avenue is compatible with a battle room I never sold crack, just wrote dope lines to hand to you Package that, I got the Cadillac of flows Cataracs these hoes cause I'm soundin' like platinum gold You never see a ghost, that's what me and my dad was told So now I'm pickin' up the torch while these labels haggle my soul Y'all can suck the undercuts of my nuts while I take a shit Only spend nights, I don't gotta know what patience is All you niggas bitches, to exist you gotta take my rent Blow your fuckin' head off clean bro, save the witness [Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz:] Latino, I'm that and I'm proud If you don't know us, let me tell you about Niggas that slam their dominoes loud, let you see copy [?] cheek choffy Cherry coco, peña drip 'til your teeth sloppy Hustlers become connects when they need papis Nissan, Honda, Chevy on the back block Runnin' routes with the bow bow in the stash box When I speak it's chop yaow, I'm a New Yorican Calderon on the phone, I'm in [?] creepin' Y'all hangin' on resorts to just chill I'm in the casa, rios take a walk down the hill One way in, one way out, where y'all all could get killed Leave them niggas alone, that's how the officers feel Nigga, my people, beach, 98 gettin' our tan on Slippers walkin' on [?], hittin' the sand strong But plan wrong, it will transform Wet you then find a Jet Blue out to San Juan We don't look for parties, the party's wherever we go Turn the corner section to the 4th of Julio Too much to fit in one 16 So let me cook like the festival on 1/16 Mean, my career's been like one sick dream A nightmare, scary how I does this thing You ain't elite, I'm made of deep God thought he was stuntin' when he created me Rap's Bobby Fischer, nigga please take a seat I made you in three moves: ink, paper, beat Y'all keep playin', nigga, we play for keeps Stop claimin' to be what my eyes don't see though Every verse I spit, you get an 'ay dios mio' This time with my amigos, Latinos

Pineal Gland

AB-SOUL "Control System"
[Verse 1:] Uh, It was all a dream, I swear it never happened I wrote like Edgar Allen, I was po' like Edgar Allen Let me hit the weed, you know I really need that Missing screws, bending rules like kneecaps I don't even know what's real, I'm just being real Making moves, you just another human being; being still Play the fool, you jealous dudes are just a plate of food Tell the truth, I'm the coldest cat, sabertooth Blaze the booth, blaze the buddah, this ain't hookah You hit this shit a few times, you might see the future Ask my nigga Blocka, we be rolling up that Blanka Just retire, if I light this fire I might blow your block up [Hook:] Enjoy your mind trip but don't trip on your mind No man is safe from the war going on outside That's right, you ever been conscious in a coma? Please don't tell my mama this ain't marijuana I might be tripping off that DMT TDE, Limitless like we on NZT I made my dreams reality, so to speak Or so they say, I could still be asleep [Verse 2:] The black sheep running with a pack of wolves Diamond in the rough, tell Brock I need a pack of woods Two white cups full of codeine Plus I got two white sluts down to blow me Can't you see I'm floating, like root beer and ice cream My synapses act like lightning, probably why I'm so enlightening Probably why these niggas can't fuck with me I'm lookin like "who the fuck invited them?" They failed in testing like what's inside of them (Soulo, Soulo) Say it like you mean it My demeanor is the meanest, I'm gettin meaner by the minute It's mine, I spend it, my mind is spinning Your time is ticking, the sky's the limit We in a space where matter don't matter Just spirit molecules and geometric patterns Shitted in a crater last time I sat on Saturn Got a letter from Andromeda, they tryna shrine my bladder [Hook] [Verse 3:] I'm in a whole 'nother realm, go to hell Last nigga tried to scratch the surface broke a nail Last nigga tried to cross the line got crucified We overseas, back-to-back, never wore Chanel The new nucleus never sitting in a cell Genius idiot, best description of myself I'm in a fucking lab coat rhyming as high as shit When I die, donate my organs to science bitch [Outro: x3] You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes You got three eyes, but you can never see us

Big Momma

LIL' KIM
You got it goin' on (wha wha) (Repeat 4X) Verse One: Lil' Kim I used to be scared of the dick Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings that's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one and another one, and another one, and another one 24 karats nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga word to shaft, my pussy battin' and oh don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is it marriage Damn, this bitch is bad baby carriage Damn, I love that ass shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em cummin all the time Why? Chorus: Lil' Ceas, Lil' Kim Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired. You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be that's why your mad at me. (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Jay-Z How Biggie gonna trust you the studio with me Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuosly Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship Leave who you with - I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up, Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on Little Ceas Pushin backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits Rock Lil' Kim hats and shit I gets down and dirty for the dough I got love and B.I.G. know it He must got the studio bugged Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat But I ain't tryin' to beef I'm just tryin to eat Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet And, no, my niggaz, but I like the sound Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figures Chorus Verse Three: Lil' Kim Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees Threw me a high priced Beam's Face on tv's, platinum CD's shit, I never forget Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up Stack the g's up, keep the knees up What the fuck stay fillin, half a millin Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one Better off wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don Push the keys, G's threes for takes Yeah, I ride crate state to state Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim While you daydreamin wine, I'll just keep gettin mine And I'm married to this Y'all strategy misses still plannin weddin's M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit Chorus: Repeat 4X

My Closest Roaddogz

2PAC "Until The End Of Time (Disc One)"
Me and my closest road dogz To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! [2Pac] Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night Murder murder Mr. Lucifer Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz [Chorus: sung] Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine? Even when I'm goin through hard times I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine [2Pac] Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me Even if I died now I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now? Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear Fill 'em up with pistol smoke Never forget to blow a hole in his head for leakin information to the feds The burnin bed was the tellin sign Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz [Chorus] [2Pac] Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple Simon Says take they heads homies and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe To live and die as a millionaire, on .. Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz [Chorus - 2X]

Friends

NATE DOGG "G-Funk Classics (Disc 2)"
(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, Warren G) [Nate Dogg] Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them Friends, how many of us have them [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Every since I could remember I had friends I could depend on Clothes to lend 'em But as time went by My life got a little strange And the rules of the game seem to change Trust, honesty and devotion And money, money, money is the poison potion There's no way that I can even say That this game has been good to me Or even bad to me it had to be Cause tragically the way this shit Cracked off for Doggy Dogg was magically And now I'm gettin' everything I'm supposed to get But my friendship with niggaz always ends up as bulshit I listen to my momma though She always tried to prepare me Byt how could she do what I I mean I'm do or die But my life on the streets That shit is suicide So to cope I got a dogg and a locc And keep my heat close in case these jokes go for broke I'm mashin' with the click 2-1-3 that is They my homeboys ever since kids- Real friends to the end [Chorus (Nate Dogg):] Hangin' out with my homies and I'm feelin' just fine I've been ponderin' lately A lot of different things on my mind It seems lately my friends list Done took a slight decline And if you wanna know the trith man, man Them wasn't no friends of mine [Warren G] You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash All my life L-B-C, for my city I mash All those OGs and BGs and wannabies and L-O-Cs The only friends I got is my 2-1-3s That's my nigga Snoop D Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E I can't forget about my nigga H to the Deezy Pressure and strikes Don't wann take no lives But these jaws, cracks and hood cracks Will make you break bizacks 'Whussup homie, can I borrow some cash' Last week I agve you 500, so kiss my ass I got a baby to feed A familly to see through And shake busta snitches tweekin' like you Homies and friends that's what they for Stayin' tight and money right And bustin' with a 44. [Chorus (x2)]

Get It Big Time

HOODIE ALLEN "Pep Rally"
[Verse 1:] We had alot of fun, we had a little date The kids that went from skateboarding into lower hate So I be churning out this music at growing rate Alex B. Keaton I'm never seeing the Growing Pains Because I'm so awake my eyelids are mad at me I live for family that why I got this damn degree Used to be up in the library now I handle beats So I can be a star up in New York like Ann Marie Stahl Ooooh life's outstanding and I got pow East bound and down me Till I brown out ooh Robert Downey If women coming at me then I'm cleaning up like bounty So whatcha going to do but the best I know cuz I been hungry on this beat in a vegetable And I can serve you up this heat Got an extra four wall shit is extra cold As long I just stay up on this lane I'm the next to bowl [Chorus:] Get it, get it, get it big time And now I want to make everything mine So I been working on it every night Until you just cant get it now, you just cant get it now Get it, get it, get it big time And now I want to make everything mine So I been working on it every night Until you just cant get it now, you just cant get it now [Verse 2:] They wanna call me up they wanna hear me speak The kid that had to change his phone like every week So I be climbing up these charts until the very peak A role model I just gotta get it theroly Campaign plus a little champagne for my real friends Toast until we old this Regis Philbin Will keep celebrating if no ones in the buliding Flip cam fetish girls someone better film them Cuz this life amazing and I got buzz no need for shaving If I gave up who could I blame but the people in my life who would swear I'd never make it So I just eat it up french toast and bacon this is breakfast I don't stick my nose out I just keep my head in I can never sell out I can be Efedrin Bet a motherfucka that I fit like tetris [Chorus] Hail mary, Tony Rom- I just go big, let them suckers go home I just go big, let them suckers go home I just go big, let them suckers go home I said: hail mary, Tony Rom- I just go big, let them suckers go home I just go big, let them suckers go home I just go big, let them suckers go, go! [Chorus]

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