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LESS THAN JAKE lyrics - Greased

We Go Together

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We go together like ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong Remembered forever as shoo-bop sha whada whadda yippidy boom da boom Chang chang changity chang shoo bop that's the way it should be Waooo Yeah We're one of a kind like dip da dip da dip do whap de dobby do Our names are signed like boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby shoo wap shoo wap Chang chang changity chang shoo bop we'll always be like one Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-one When we go out a night (oh oh) And stars are shining bright (oh, oh) Up in the skies above Or at the high school dance Where you can find romance maybe it might be oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh Ramma lamma lamma ka dingity ding da dong Shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yippity boom da boom Chang chang changity chang shoo bop Yip da dip da dip shoo bop sha dooby do Boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby sho wap sho wap Sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do Ramma lamma lamma ka dingity ding da dong Shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yippity boom sha boom Chang chang changity chang shoo bop Yip da dip da dip shoo bopp sha dooby do Boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby sho wap sho wap Sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do A womp bop a looma a womp bam boom We're for each other like womp bop a looma a womp bam boom Just like my brother is sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do Chang chang changity chang shoo bop we'll always be together Waooo Yeah! We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together We'll always be together

Lower Da Boom

Artifact "Between a Rock a Hard Place"
[Cheech and Chong] A lot of cats put down grass man Like uh, uhh.. because they say things about it like it makes you, lose your memory and all that Well I just wanna say that uhh, uhh.. I forget where I was man ( Ohh-h OK cut, Freddy, Freddy stop.. ) [Tame One] Boom Skwad in the house I lower da boom when I do the cypher dance With naps and saggy pants as I romance the plants I take puffs on stuff, rough enough to give a buzz to my cuz, even though he don't touch the stuff See this blunt in my front, some say might stink But yo the skunk helps me think I'm a boom smoker joker with the knack because I'm gifted Some say misfit, but fuck it let's get lifted I get a box of 50, get nifty with a spliff G and tick tackle new jacks who tried to diss me I walk through the rain for dimes at the sess spot Not hot with cops, cause I'd hate to get popped I'm a terror to a trey bag, son you'll soon see but I gots to get, higher, lower the boom G Chorus: Boom Skwad Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room Spark that blunt, represent don't front We got what you want, it's the indo funk [El Da Sensai] *inhaling* Ahh, I just catch the fumes I consume, bend the room, with the ? tune Spark another L for the cypher Sit back and light the, five inch adventure that's alrighta Lower the boom, for the sess bags thicker One's a flight to Phillie, while the other one's the liquor Off to the weed spot, the bags better be fat or else you catch the speed knot, and holmes you don't need that Spark the indo or the L, sniff the weed but I never get splits mista cause Tame's been hip ta the baby of the blunts, so I'm down to catch the contact Here's the rap chat, it's a fact that I react Smooth from the boom consumed a zoom zoom a zoomin MC El the leaner cleaner thoughts dials tune-in Into, the matter roll the blunt bunt batter Pass the shit quick, don't flip, with the chit chatter I never puckered once, my lungs got jammed My man said it wouldn't kill, but I choke, god damn The sess starts to cloud the room The Artifacts, commences ta, lower the boom Chorus [Tame One] Ohh I hope I live to see the day they make it legal To all the people can't see what I'm smokin ain't evil Stop callin me a pusher cause I take pulls and take tokes Cut snakes, cut breaks, and I hate fake folks So pass the cheeba senorita cause I need a fat fuckin Phillie just before I funk a freaker Creatin from the milk crate with hooks and riffs I can lift em, and shift em makin jams like this With the blunt in my left hand and the Phillie in my pocket MC El, at my right, with the mic so I can rock it Sess makes my eyes red, but shades only cost three bills in Hooterville, so I'm chill See the bigger the blunt, is how I feel about my indo Because my moms would never throw my shit out the window I puff herb til noon, chill and watch cartoons Yes once again, I lowered the boom [El Da Sensai] Are you weeded? Nope see, I'm doper for the session Catchin wreck, check the tec, cause I'm sober for the sketch If I'm caught smokin blunts, I catch a bad one from my clan see I'm higher than a messiah so you know I'm handy dandy Legalize it holmes cause the zone's gettin bigger From the whites, to the Ricans, cause they learned it from the niggaz So who's the first to kick it real, for the, cypher Eight Phillies so you know you gots to pass the other lighter Pass the incense gents, it smells out in the hall My groupies think I'm stunnin cause I'm six feet tall No need for the sheepa cheeba cleaner than, Beaver Cleaver though I'm down to pitch, with my skit like Tom Seaver Either, or my jaw speak of true features I must be, the freaker of this doper class teacher So pass the Visine, so you can keep your eyes clean Look to Looney Tunes, we lowered, the boom Chorus [Boom Skwad] Lower da boom.. Spark that blunt.. Lower da boom, ya got to lower da boom.. Spark that blunt, represent, don't front.. [Cheech and Chong] I just wanna say that ahh A lot of you cats, that don't think, marijuana should be legalized well you're all fucked ( Cut!! )

25 Ta Life

D Nice
It was a hot summer day I was dyin from the heat Walkin up 118th street Although I'm hot like stew In the back of my mind it was a bottle of brew Now a ice cold bottle would just quench my thirst Or get some boom from the dread which ever one comes first Now is it brew? (yeah) or is it boom? (yeah) So I lit up the boom and now may I presume? (yeah) Now about 3 o'clock I had to meet my crew I looked at my watch and then I noticed it was half past 2 I saw these two honeys walkin down the avenue And one of them said: all I think about is havin you Now in my mind I realized I coulda took her, coulda took her But Nice is not the one to treat the ladies like a hooker Don't mean to diss, but it's not on my list So I gave her a kiss and said: ehm, good-bye, miss From the streets I heard a horn beep There was a crew 4 deep in a dark blue jeep I heard em speak, he said: my ride is fat So why you're sweatin D-Nice, baby, he ain't all that Now first things first, why all the rude behaviour You shoulda been taught how to respect this flavor He jumped out the jeep like yo, what up chief But I don't eat pork, so I guess he wanted beef I realized I was on my own I didn't proceed to make a move until a blow was thrown He swung but missed, I caught him with a fist Although I wish it didn't have to come to this I started breakin him down with the speed, had him astounded The right caught his jaw and it sounded Like boom boom bap boom bam He had no idea that D was nice with his hands He stepped back, so I thought he was through But right about now up steps his crew We all threw down and went round for round I'm givin it all I had to give until I fell face down They proceeded to stomp but in all of the madness Somehow someway I was damn sure glad this Person slid me a pistol from behind Not the weasel, pop-pop-pop goes the 9 So if you're wonderin why you ain't heard word of them I (murder them murder them) But since I pulled the trigger I guess I have to pay the price Pushin 25 to life

Survival Tactics

JOEY BADA$$ "1999"
[Intro:] It's either, them or you It's sort of like, survival you know. Survival of the fittest you know You do what you do to stay alive [Verse 1: Joey BADA$$] Niggas don't want war I'm a martian with an army of spartans Sparring with a knife in a missile fight Get your intel writing intelligence is irrelevant But it's definite I spit more than speech impediments Brooklyns the residence, the best and it's evident We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephants Throw 'em in a trunk if they hate though We don't give a fuck as long as we collect our pay so, Ya'll collect pesos, ya money ain't right here I got them girls next to the wall like they lightyear, I'm right chea Tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate STEEZ got that presidential shit out to inaugurate My P.E conglomerates bout to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, weak MC Here I'm out to leave 'em empty congratulate the semi-auto Fire flame spitter like komodo No time for fake people, they be simmin' like Kimora I'm the empor-ah in search of the adora, my heart go: {Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba boom} Hispanic like Dora when shots blast See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raise that K Like every day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safe The only thing that I can say, to you is pray Cause when niggas start equipin' And throw the clip in Your blood drippin' And got you slippin' Under the victim, don't know what's hit them Through his spinal, just another man who defeated by survival That's your biggest rival, in your whole life These bars you can't handle you better hold tight They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so right Still ain't got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga [Interlude:] Yo, fuck the police nigga Fuck every ass corrupt politician on Wall Street P.E, Public Enemy, Assassinator, bitch Fuck that, fuck everything son Fuck government, Fuck, listenin' and shit You want fuckin' energy? Dickheads [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] There's like 6 milli ways to die my nigga choose one Doomsday comin' start investin' in a few guns New gats, booby traps, and bazooka straps Better play your cards right, no booster packs Everybody claim they use to rap But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks Leaving instrumentals blue and black I'm in Marty McFly mode, so tell em' that the future's back Riding on hoverboards Wiping out motherboards Started spitting fire cause my motherfuckin lung is scorched King Arthur when he swung his sword A king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four I had a hard time writing lyrics Now I'm way over heads, science fiction You can try and get it, my man the flyest with it With a mind of finest interests for your finest interests They say hard work pays off, well tell the Based God don't quit his day job Cause P.E's about to take off, with protons and electrons homie that's an A-bomb Fuckin' ridiculous, finger to the president screamin' "fuck censorship! " If Obama got that president election then them P.E boys bout to make an intervention Fuck what I once said, I want the blood shed Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan and pokemon wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con It's like we've been content with losin' And half our students fallen victim to the institution Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution And little kids are shootin Uzi's cause it's given to 'em Little weapon, code name: Smith and Wesson And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interception If your man try and disrespect it, send a message and it's over in a mili second Nigga

ATF

DMX "It's Dark And Hell Is Hot"
[DMX] Got me on the run Uh, uh BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, open the door, ATF To late to send my girl downstairs to say he left To the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, wit' a taste for war You know I laced the four, wit' the hallows Crack the safe, got the bottles [Girl] Whatchu want me to do [DMX] Beep Callows Two houses over, by the tall black fence I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this There go Priest, yo, deal in, you drive [Guy] What the fuck you doin' nigga [DMX] Tryin' to stay alive Cops on every corner, I lay back and try to cruise by Who the fuck could'a snitched Must'a been a new guy (Siren)Damn, in back on our ass Put your foot back on the gas, step on it fast Tryin' to pull up on the side, but I'm packin' to blast Tryin' to take the niggaz heads off, fuck crackin' the glass (Gunshots)Hey, look out, (bark), damn Came so close, you almost hit that bitch [Guy] Like you said nigga, almost [DMX] Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't gon' leave her Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a breather (breathing sounds) Drop it on the floor, BOOM Got it through the door, peddle to the floor, an office line Death is in the air, and I don't know if it's mine But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is And all I can think of is what about my kids Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 more clips Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout Run through the fire, pull a gun from my boot out Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm goin' out fast and the last thing I hear is BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, open the door, ATF

2 Cups Of Blood

Gravediggaz "Six Feet Deep"
Intro: Ryzarector, Grym Reaper Aiyyo Reaper, those kids out there say you're mad thirsty You got somethin for them to drink? Yo we can wet up two cups of blood Verse One: Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head! Yo Be the Ryzarector, resurrect the mental dead G to the R to the Y M Reaper As I get deeper than a crypt, resurrect, kid! Don't go against the grain, mad slang is my thang I leave the hearty party with a bang buzza Boom! Check my tune, it gotcha hyper Don't give a fuck about a sucker C-cipher! As you decipher the tricks of a viper Swine is lethal! ... is evil! I am original, we can build upon The ill form, and keep all your braincells warm! Hocus pocus, yo! What's the focus? Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom As I seek the knowl' from the womb to the tomb Verse Two: Yo! Deadly, deadly, HYAH! Get ready Here come the styler, wilder than Freddy Dead Cause a Krueger, boom, I do ya Just to let ya know Gravediggaz comin' through ya Dead stinkin' rotten, your braincells forgotten The past, you had your bumba raas pickin' cotton Now ya hate ya knotty hairstyles I guess you figure the texture is too wild Child Two cups of blood, boy Two cups of blood, girl Aw, drink that shit up

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