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Kurious lyrics - A Constipated Monkey

What's The Real?

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featuring Kadi The Omen [Kurious] Kurious sparks the buddha shit act like you knew the The game fuck the fame shit is lame rather do the bump bumpety bump with a stuntety stunt Don't forget my name bitch I got what you want Can't front on the man known to say Yea yea It's the Puerto Rican wonder motherfucker don't stare If you're vision's 20/20 best believe I got plenty for that ass ha ha you know the steelo Kilos ain't flipped so my ass is broke Catch me on two-five, steamin the choke Like the sauna word is bond I, step to a hoochie That's the word for it, try to kick it honey diss me I ignore it, sorta like the water is dense Bitch think a nigga's rich, it don't make sense Little brother The Omen hit up some shit that's fit Represent for the peeps on some Uptown Shit Chorus: repeat 2X Yo it's the Uptown Shit - it's the Uptown Shit Check the Uptown Shit - strictly Uptown Shit Yo it's the Uptown Shit - it's the Uptown Shit Check the Uptown Shit - strictly Uptown Shit [The Omen] Yeah! Skull snaps now I'm the pimp Comin straight, it's The Omen with that Uptown Shit Stride's kinda humble, stays cool with the strut Graze a big butt, I step back, then I nut Damn! I wish I got her but fuck the bitch I flip with a twitch, pulls a nigga that's rich So, I steps cool, acts like I know Step to the block and join in some cee-lo I roll 6-6-6 with the tricks cause it's fixed Your head is banged so I got you in the mix I spit the pul-like-a-pit Now I'm leavin you.. on some Uptown Shit [Kadi] Ha ha, check me out as the third introduct Niggaz talkin the lip, but I don't give a fuck It's the Uptown Shit, where honies shake their hips And the fellas try to dip, in the Miracle Whip One time it's the Rican with the low haircut With the bitches that fuck, then swallow the nut Straight facts from a cat who will give you the scoop I be Knockin more Boots than that H-Town group So give me mine Poppa Duka when I race your Koopa Troopa in a, Mario Kart, niggaz dread me from the start Don't fuck around kid if you ain't prepared Cause a nigga whose scared, is a nigga who ain't there! Chorus [Kurious] Check it out There it is, hear the sound, got a blunt, bust me down Forty-five, no St. Ide's, it's the wines that I dine Chickenhead shit is dead, you're gettin me fed Slide up the block I hear, WHATTUP KID? Yeah yeah, Kurious, save the mess for the rest Known for takin buddha sess, straight to the chest Slide to the rucka every week's the same Strictly checkin for ass, motherfuck the game Pysch, I sneak a peak at my main man Tone Only bitches I sweat, is the bitches that bone Puffin on a loose bitch exhale fast I throw my dick in your mouth Have you blowin rings out your fuckin ass.. .. til it's time to quit Whattup to Big Trey on some Uptown Shit Chorus w/ variations

Regular Cat

MEMPHIS BLEEK "Coming Of Age"
[Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that [Verse1] My gunz, my credentials, I'm geased up Hate a nigga that don't know me and swear that Bleek front cause I'm a little nigga, so what, I did my thang Now I came up, fuck a nigga gon tell me Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn't eat and shit I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit On hot days I found ways to clock pay Had yellow tops now my topz is gray Cause one these lame niggaz got the color of mine But one problem, niggaz work ain't as butter as mine And you got to believe, yo I'm dope in the drawers form, poppy seed And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales Clock mel, half of my dogz ain't rottweil We bout to work wholesale, and flip the price the retail Wha...... [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that [Verse2] I got the hood in me, so I guess I'm no good, nigga I stay strapped Cause I know a nigga could, nigga I chop grams in the crib wit my man We blew L's and politiced on how to expand We supplied the Vein Promised to go out in a blaze Before them pigz lock the game We gotta maintain in this world of cold blood It's no love, niggaz will back out heat and let you hold slugz We took re-up money Rollin dice, and I neva thought a game of Cee-Lo Could take my man life, Over 3 cdnt, My son was a little bit A nigga flash heat, he flipped and seen the end of it A cool cat, and novody seemed to like him Dat was my dog so nobody had to like im I closed the vein down, I couldnt hustle no mo But still I hold heat ready to ride to war Cause I could die by this game Spit in the Mic and my life aint no different Just a Regular Cat [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that [Verse3] Yo Yo Why niggaz throw Ice grills and I see you tight grill But I know if i squeeze you faggots gon squeal I laugh at y'al flash cash at y'all In the tinted whatever, ried right past y'all Me and my cod-ee and we all know Bleek Tight, the whole heat, you niggaz don't know me Where the fuck niggaz know me from (Marcy, son) You niggaz frontin you ain't have heart to come Besides you niggaz mad cause yo bitch ride shotty Round town, malibu mixed wit Bicardi She relaxed in da drop, Fendi shades matchin the watch Accent osets, the bitch kinda prop But her man think he untouchable Put his ass where he ain't comfortable, Lay him up for a few He'll realize, Bleek ain't the one to fuck wit Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt wit I'm not the type to hit shotz and miss you The type to play you close to kiss you nigga describe the pistol, you hit wit When they fillin yo body wit liquid Now I'm on the low cause you told em it was Memphis Who blazed you up, yeah, layed you up Yo mouth got you like that, and thats plain as fuck I'm a Regular Cat, wha... [Chorus] Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat Some nigga hit me wit a signing Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that Regular cat, wt em wit dat I'm just a regular cat Yo I'll settle wit dat then I'ma wet em wit dat

Rap Name Remix-ft. Keith Murray

OBIE TRICE
[Keith Murray] yo [Obie Trice] real name no gimmicks nigga O. Trice and Keith (that's right) My nigga speak (the most beautifullest shit in the world) When two niggas meet and take it to the street O. rep the D And I Long Island iced tea when I roll with Keith (that's right) Squad unleash the heat whenever Obie roamin So that's two dicks you suck bitch whenever Gucci foamin I got a homin device on life I get there, leave you with my strife, your strifes O. Trice the name, just came to the game That's why I'm twenty-something on Kay Slay's tape But a nigga's great, hey I'm Shaaaaaday I'm astronomically bubonic with a treeeeeee (BLAOW!) My ebonic's like chronic with a waaaay I hold you down Nigga here's your pound [Chorus: Obie Trice] I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just {*wick* *wick*} whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'fuckers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just {*wick* *wick*} whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'fuckers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it [Keith Murray] yo, I get outrageous, bodacious, crazy Make a nigga a vegetable, mashed potatoes, and gravy Put a cork in it nigga, who the fuck you think you're playin Snuff nose to your ribs, if you breathe I'm sprayin Tell the cops it's Keith Murray, real name no gimmicks Walk the streets with my dick out bitch I ain't timid I'm like Tyson in the house when I step in the club Bug, titties get fondled, asses get rubbed See that nigga ass up with my wild style child I never get booed on stage like I'm Destiny's Child I'm too 'Dirrty' for Christina, make Trina 'Work It' Bird tracks when I rap, smell a rubber when I chirp it Come on doggy doggy, you ain't got nothing for me Put a gash in your neck about four inches deep Yeah, keep talkin like Murray don't get busy Hit you with this rum bottle and make yo ass dizzy dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy [Chorus: Obie Trice] I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just {*wick* *wick*} whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'fuckers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just {*wick* *wick*} whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'fuckers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it [Keith Murray] Y'all okie doke niggas can't fuck with the kid Crack your chest open, your back, and split your wig (what) Give your punk ass a nice face massage Now you don't want +No Drama+ like +Mary J. Blige+ [Obie Trice] Keith pop popped the garage, nigga that's the trunk Cuz I got a wee whip in there plus the pump Pumps for punks, whip all you sissies Two stroke you faggots (won't stop) stagnate you maggots [Keith Murray] I like a mix of ecstasy dust and purple haze Wild now but you shoulda saw me in my school days Yeah, I bring the funk like a bag of skunk And I pack sawed off shotguns for street punks [Obie Trice] Niggas don't wanna see this animals bite down Cannibals spit out your ear Most y'all queer (faggots) Real over here Recognize psuedo, it's a new year Bud, wise, and beer [Chorus: Obie Trice] I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just {*wick* *wick*} whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'fuckers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just {*wick* *wick*} whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'fuckers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name, no gimmicks Fuck an image, I'm in it because I live it

Me, Myself, My Money

IGGY AZALEA "Glory"
[Hook x2] They'd buy my shit if they could Damn I make it look good I'm about to paper like wood Oh you hating yeah, you should Cause it's just me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money These moreschi's killing my feet Versace shades 'cause I'm feeling low key Case of ace 'cause the homies with me No ID, they know me ITG that's how you sound Chic Luzana I ain't camera Might put diamonds on my McLaren Like damn that white bitch crazy My stunts insane, yeah fuck you payin' They pay me more 'cause I get shit you one hundred six four Six oh oh don't send that dough Wash MC's stay white like sheets Crack rock flow bitch cook that dough Put it in the streets say took that dough I took that dough, threw it to the ceiling It fell on the floor, Iggy you killin' I already know Can't tell me nothing if you already broke. I'm already on Aiming for the stars I'm already gone Gotta have dinner with a man on the moon Married to the shit and the money's my groom I'm sweeping that shit, Ey grab that broom [Hook] They'd buy my shit if they could Damn I make it look good I'm about the paper like wood Oh you hating yeah, you should Cause it's just me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money All wins no losses, life of a boss bitch All I need is an office, I'm killing shit off. All I need is a coffin, Ridin' circles while they wheeze and they coughing Let the bullshit walk, let my money do the talking Put up runner walk 'cause there's my target Rodeo Drive yeah that's my target Pull up, park it no keys shit Push it start it, trim cocktails His name is Marcus, haters salty Nuts and cashews, I came with Ben and Andrew We might just 'cause a scandal, Find out that we menage our Nicky's handle Yeah that's my M.O, I'm on fire Just lit the candle, head in sky Bitch I'm the shit, you should think so too G shit, just gimme my money, M. O. Y. money over you! [Hook] They'd buy my shit if they could Damn I make it look good I'm bound to paper like wood Oh you hating yeah, you should Cause it's just me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money It's just me, myself, my money In the land of the milk and honey I came with some playboy bunnies And Hef just said he coming This shit right here by dollars To stunt on hoes is my honour This bitch must be in hell If the devil wears Prada Keep it real they don't want nada Getting cheese like enchiladas You ain't talking 'bout that money what the fuck you sayin' I'm cashing out what the fuck you playing, playing, playing You ain't talking 'bout that money what the fuck you sayin' [Hook x2] They'd buy my shit if they could Damn I make it look good I'm about the paper like wood Oh you hating yeah, you should Cause it's just me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money Me, myself, my money

Phoenix

ASAP ROCKY "Long.Live.A$ap"
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide? Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized? Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God Who am I? Lord Flacko Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat Picasso Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso It's like you heard, God spoke I've seen the ghetto gospel The fire like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low Sister Mary Jane to make me see from singing high notes The bible or the rifle... goodnight folks [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide Kurt Cobain even died cause you scrutinize It's a fine line between truth and lies Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified That's why I never judge another nigga Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas 3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga Sucker niggas, wassup my niggas So my new attitude is like "Fuck the niggas!" I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas I shall ever pour, Lord pick me up Ever since a baby, two tussin sippy cups Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck [Outro: x2] Where do we lie? Tell me where do we stand? Where do we go? It's all part of the plan

Still A Nigga

EAZY-E "It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa"
( Str8 off tha streetx of Compton dedicated and by most suckas hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I really dont give a fuck hahaha. ) Niggaz aint shit in the 90's I dont trustem and bitches on my dick but they aint shit so mutha fuckem. Eazy knows whats up cuz see he really dont give a fuck cuz it dont concern me if dont pertain to money or a nut. But then again I talk to a few of my friends 9 times outta 10 bout some endz or some skinz. Cuz Im tha type of nigga that gotta have it like a rabbit,rappn is my hustle bustn ho's is a habbit.I stab it like a true no good nigga should,I do it the way a down OG nigga would. And now Niggaz know Eric Wright aint no busta,Another platnium cut from tha Compton Thugsta, My name is Eazy-E Eazy Mutha Fuckn E, A real Nigga, Born and Raised in Mutha Fuckn Compton, This ones dedicated to you busta ass niggaz ,you know who you are. Smoke a fat ass joint to this BITCH!!!HAHAHAH I dont think Im all this or that but Im all me original Gangsta E-A-Z-Y-E. Down from tha Jump now Im ending with tha bizya,still rollin in my 6-4 on them thizangs. Do wicked shit,cuz shit is wicked on the streetz and from what my eyes see the wickedness will never cease. Bitches on my dick and ya know Im running yall so ya just sold your soul to tha mutha fuckn devils son in law. Wicked as could be Eazy-E got tha flow.LEAVING A SMELL OF DEATH ON THA ROW FOR SURE(or Show). And a ho cant make me or break me but she can take me to a motel and work a niggaz smell.Cuz Im Eazy-E Yeah,suck on these nutz mutha fucka's, Get with tha real and quit faking tha funk. And oh yeah,stay off my dick,haha,really doe,hahaha I let my demons loose when I hit tha 8 juice, and I leave a trail of stiff's when Im high off of a spliffs.Niggaz talk shit so I talk a lot of shit to, Niggaz want diss fuck them and their whole crew. In fact nigga thank ya for stocking a niggaz bank up yeah Im living swell but Im gangsta like Dresta,no NOT tha Doctor,physician,or the MD, Dresta's an OG Doc is a PHONY. Only the real real can chill with me and tha rest cant fuck with E. Cuz Im tha OG that'll bring ya down,tha devils son in law KING of tha underground. Good to go with tha flow that I throw,giving ya more to let a mutha fucka know. That I can get wreck on tha set and make ya slow cuz yeah know I aint a joke Im a mutha fuckn Loc and my name is EAZY-E Eazy Mutha Fuckn E,but you bitches can just call me E.A real nigga from tha CPT. Kickn ass and asking questions later...Oh yeah,dont get smoked Loc...And Im out.....Mutha Fucka's (echo Mutha Fucka's)

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