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SNOT lyrics - Get Some

I Jus' Lie

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I Jus' Lie like your type I'm telling you what you want to hear (or do you really take me true) It's what you need to feel before you spread them legs for me Although I look your way you start to play your games again And no I really don't wanna hear it Now come here Shutup You think this is real Cause I jus' lie When I speak About the sexual prowess I got (you know I'm really not that great in bed) 10 seconds down 'bout 8 seconds longer than I got for you Needed some quick relief and all I got was grief again I guess I shoulda seen it comin' Now shutup Lie down Put ya' to the test (how'd ya guess) I Jus' Lie Well this choice is not just, mine I Jus' Lie And I don't make ties that bind I've seen the games you play And I'm wishin' you'd go away No there's something I must find Explain the reason why I jus Lie And I'm tired Of this fucking eggshell walk (yeah like you did ME a favor) You think for one good screw I'd trust someone like you at all Myself I know the excuse So sorry you got used again And of course I'll call you later Now shutup Get out This one fell short (you wonder why) I Jus' Lie Well this choice is not just, mine I Jus' Lie And I don't make ties that bind I've seen the games you play And I'm wishin' you'd go away No there's something I must find Explain the reason why I Jus' Lie --Straight white male-- --in search of bisexual female-- --for love relationship-- --long walks on the beach-- --a good book in front of the fire-- --and lots and lots of anal sex-- --send photo-- I I Jus' Lie I Jus' I Jus' I Jus' Lie just to fuck you I Jus' I Jus' Lie I I Jus' Lie I Jus' I Jus' I Jus' Lie just to fuck you I Jus' I Jus' Lie (soon as my dick does your mouth you're goin' south) (soon as my dick does your mouth you're goin' south) (soon as my dick does your mouth you're goin' south) (soon as my dick does your mouth) I I Jus' Lie I Jus' I Jus' I Jus Lie just to fuck you I Jus' I Jus' Lie I I Jus' Lie I Jus' Soon as my dick does your mouth you're goin' south Soon as my dick does your mouth you're goin' south

Beats To The Rhyme

RUN DMC "Tougher Than Leather"
[D.M.C.] DJ's and MC's, coming up next is the one and only incredible, Jam Master Yo, back up off the ropes, punk [Run] Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made Party at the jammie til lights the night fade Trooping for the feature we all get paid So let's go [D.M.C.] Yo! D that's me, the King, the MC Rhyme get mine on the t-o-p Can another MC ever rock this beat (Hell yeah) [Run-D.M.C.] It's like the A the B to the C It's easier than (1, 2, 3) (He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C.) So here's Run It's time for we to cease (So what) So rhymers speak your peace Why Cause you can't touch (Jam Master Jay) Cause he's number (1, 2, 3, 4, hit it) Dance to the rhythm, the rhyme, the cold flow Chance to give em is done I told yo For these routines like 1983 It's just a little reminder So those suckas is kinder A little message from (Run-D.M.C.) [Run] Cuts for days will amaze and maze But will make you sad to tan all the dance aways Got the mic, the man, the master plan But the ram, the jam (Know I am) Goddamn! Spins he wins, clocking MS ends To his friends he lends, lotta joy he sends Jay lose today, this is what I say (Dick in your mouth all day) [D.M.C.] My beats were played and laid rhymes made Jay DJ'ed and I got paid Made something out of nothing (Yo D that's true) Yes my brother I would do it for you I roam in the zone of the microphone And I'm on the throne but I'm not alone Got bones of steel and not of stone I'm known to be prone and make your momma moan [Run] Time for the rhyme so let the stars shine Shame for the fame and the name combined Run for the fun but you can gimme your ring Show I gotta go so now a word from the King [D.M.C.] Hardcore, rhymes galore, giving you more And like I said before... Beats to the rhyme the name of this jam D that's me and that's who I am Rocking on the mic cause you know I can You gotta understand I don't give a damn [Run] Jay hit a play today I must say Hooray to the way that is A-OK As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play With (dick in your mouth) A little (dick in your mouth) A big (dick in your mouth all day)

Fuck Wit Me Famo

MICK JENKINS "Trees & Truths"
South side stepping Bitch I'm repping where I lay my head, break my bread Breeding love where hatred fled Fuck with me famo 63rd and Rose We blew a joint like moo and oink them pigs We all on your plate; Tryna get a piece of your lettuce You know they got a dread-head fetish Watch me dip like axle slips on potholes Peanut butters, I pop those Step up the convo Rolling up basil leaves and cilantro Checking out condos Lofty thoughts get awfully awkward Reaching them living with low ends Started with no ends Keeping your conscience open Keeping your content potent Potpourri if your nostrils open Come get a whiff of this coffee Catch the salt if you wanna get saucy You see the swank in the swing for the cream You see the south side in all of it's glory You see the faith and the love for the dream Free be the team Wolf's demon head with a full head of steam South side stepping Bitch I'm repping where I lay my head, break my bread Breeding love where hatred fled Fuck with me famo [SolarFive:] Don't get it twisted I twist it like digits throwing sets So I paint a picture so vivid to get you wet up Now wet up the scene with berettas and beams/ If I sketch up a sceme to get your neck cut in breeze I will tech up the beams Send your set up indeed But my set up was clean so shut the fuck up and breath Feelings ain't feeling. We villians They drilling. I'm hitting with venom And splitting a piff and I'm getting so lifted Enliven with vigilant these symptoms of sickness still live in existence And all my niggas in prison From the sixth tre to the low end Where I hit haze, where they non nigga Where they hit graves The plot thickens No caskets so the plot thickens It's mind different. Devine nigga Divide and try niggas And rise it's mine niggas We ride and die with them South side stepping Bitch I'm repping where I lay my head, break my bread Breeding love where hatred fled Fuck with me famo

Off The Wall

EMINEM "The Eminem Show"
(feat. Redman) [Eminem] No matter what people say I'm gon keep rappin this way No matter what you may think I'm gon keep doin my thing [Eminem] I'm almost as famous as fat bald men Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors So she gets fifty years of bad luck [crash] Causing terror to Christina Aguilera When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants Gotta have it, I hold Tylenol in his hands Til it melts in his fuckin palms and dissolves in his glands [So who is it] The fool who visit the playground Wit two biscuits to lay down the school district Get pistol whipped wit a Mauseburg Wit a pistol grip and fed pitbulls shit Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits If I get too rich, I just get sued [Redman] Yo, I leave wit no injure, after I blow four in ya One handstand on top of yo' ninja Crash it, (ERRRR) Doc stir the madness til y'all outta work like Tony Atlas Walkin, cans in the laundry basket America's most with the army after us Fuck flossin, we take what's yours A low fifteen like a ace in four I'm outta work, but Doc laid them off [shit, the power's out] The tape is off Yo, you targeted from arsonists Papermate pens filled wit arsenic I got hoes that don't know what Prada is Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss Betty you wit a bloody blade I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake Fuck bitches face is what I'ma do Cuz that what white boy Tano do [Eminem] So how is everybody doin tonight Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!! [Redman] Yo, so how is everybody feelin tonight Hope you're in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump... Off the Wall!! [Eminem] No matter what people say I'm gon keep rappin this way No matter what you may think I'm gon keep doin my thing [Redman] Yo, you could buy Jaz spittin', hospital, son admit it Rip your lips off, kiss my ass wit it Slap bitches, got Marshall Maths [printin] Weed, X, and the acid tabs did it I was happenin wit no rerun Doc rob the neuro when the heat come My barrel hang out the Camaro Aimed at the nose of them hoes it's hard to breathe from Flash the gat, your town, bogardin' Yo' wallet, your chain the main target Beef is like cold engine, don't start it Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you From ten speed and brown shoe Doc and Eminem, cock the M & M Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them [Eminem] It's like, Funk Doctor meets the punk rocker Got the drugs stopped inside the lunch box [uhh] Pop junk like I just got jumped Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump Knock wood, it's all good, thank God for Vodka Cuz wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic Wit a automatic callin me up there My man Stan wit a gat in his hand Stakin my house out in a tan tinted Sedan He pull your mouth out til you can't finish a damn Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and Spam Til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplifted a mall Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall Hey ma, maybe I'll give you a call Sike you fuckin bitch, suck a dick and two balls I'm givin you all my job descrip' Which is a bitch, bitches the priest offered this Pop more pills than police officers Arrive at the scene and pull me off of Kim Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all Cuz I'm so goddamn off the wall I might as well as be a painting smashed on the floor [Redman] So how is everybody feelin tonight Hope you're in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall! [Eminem] So how's everybody doin tonight Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall! [Eminem] No matter what people say I'm gon keep rappin this way No matter what you may think I'm gon keep doin my thing No matter what people say I'm gon keep doin my thing No matter... oh

I Don't Give A Fuck

AZ "9 Lives"
[Hook: from samples (AZ)] "I was destined to come" (Yeah) "What you expect?" (Quiet money for life) "I don't give a fuck now" (The so-ciety game returns) "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with" "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" (Urban wars) "I was destined to come" (Dream Team baby) "What you expect?" (Fall back yall) "I don't give a fuck now" "As a clever nigga, (I Don't Give a Fuck) nuttin to play with" "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" [AZ:] I'm known global, blooded out pimp by coastal Rap mobile, low key, anti-social Smoke gray Timbs, criss fade, wave to sin White Denali, teared it up, flagrant rims I'm no theif, I live by the code of the streets I hold heat, but no need to go in the deep Don for real with the same gotti traumata pill Von o niel, embraced by the arms of the ill Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin the law Live or not, I'm one half divide the block And I can show you how to take cash and bribe the cops And from the bars to the backyards, alleys and aves Subtracted, divide, add up, tally the math Stand direct, for dolo demand respect Hand solo, sit back and watch the plans connect Ya heard [Hook: x2] "I was destined to come" "What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now" "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with" "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" [AZ:] I rock coogies but need fatigues, holdin the cock oozie The block school me, cuties drop your doobies It's on now, some claim I'm wrong but how Been indited so watch, rhyme, pull on my trial Blow with me, I'm like the life of that old 50 I dose quickly, moves is so shifty Days been broke, on corners with them trays of coke It was the dirty hustle money that raise my folks Tights from jail, few niggas might see bail It's kinda foul when you watch niggas wifies tell Flip-on who?, I still wore wrist on blue Yall know my style, M.I.A. but I miss yall too Tryin to remain breathin, hot blocks never change seasons Bodies get caught for the strangest reasons Breath the smoke, and time for me is need to coke Won't stop till I stack it all and flee the coast [Hook: x2] "I was destined to come" "What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now" "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with" "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" [AZ:] So now I toast, to all my close niggas that's ghost Yall know the sos only soft niggas worry the most Come and get me, shit, I'm nasty like Ken Griffy Niggas is sissies, I bought some men with me Wait til the Heny' hit me, hope that sin lift me Never smile, style is wild, only grin strictly Your main supplier, for days in the same retier Sat and watch niggas used to get it again and expire Deep in thought, spit it like a street report I rep alone still I stand without no feet support Fuck the threats, I rip necks of suckin a tech Either that or ice picks stuck in ya neck I play different I put a work stay consistent I love paper, plus a nigga praise commitment Dead the jokes I'm near when the bread get boast So fuck me, ask your bitch who get head the most [Hook: (AZ)] "I was destined to come" (Ya heard?) "What you expect?" ('Chall niggas want?) "I don't give a fuck now" (It's on) "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with" (It's time to yall get it) "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs" (The god has returned) "I was destined to come" (BK don) "What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now" (So-ci, Visualiza) "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with" (This is quiet money for life) "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"

What's Going On

Jungle Brothers "Straight Out The Jungle"
Verse 1: Mike G It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening I wonder how you continue to be grieving Your meal is made and it's time to chill You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous You find out, you quickly get restless You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you Because your so-called friend rattled on you You're in the pen serving 10 to 20 Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money You're out for teen, but what does it mean? You're just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream Chorus: (sampled from What's Going On by Marvin Gaye) What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame Out on the street tryin' to play the game Formally an in-mate straight from upstate Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late He's on the run and he's got a gun Stay out his way unless you want some See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots Lookin' for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots Livin' off that cheap Chinese food He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood Runnin' 'round with his crews and his 2-2's I saw him last night in the prime time news Shot and killed by a His birth to the earth was a big mistake Now, history was not my favourite subject I used to flip through the pages and get upset Seein' little of black and too much of the other (They tried to brainwash you) Picture that, a jungle brother Read this, read that, answer question 3 But when I got to 3, it had nothin' to do with me Somethin' was wrong, and I knew it all along Now tell me (please) what's goin' on Repeat chorus Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G A: Now, I've been told all the do's and don't-do-not's My mother, hallelujah, she called the shots She said, Don't play with guns and play with knives And most of all, don't play with other people's wives When you're walkin' down the street, pay the pushers no mind 'Cause all they wanna do is put your mind on cloud nine Put your head up high and your feet on the ground You don't have to be like everybody else to be down Stay in school G: Don't be no fool A: Don't lose your temper G: And keep your cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G: Could lead you into dead ends A: The other day my father said, Son, God bless your soul Our life is gettin' tougher and the world is cold I said, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, what do you mean? He said, G: You ain't got nothin' 'less you got the green A: I realise to myself things are gonna be hard So each and every day I pray to God I say, Now I lay me down to sleep G: I give the Lord my soul to keep A: If I should die before I wake G: Take me to heaven 'cause I need a break A: But if you let me live to another morn G: I'd like to know what's goin' on Chorus 2: What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Tell me what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

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