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WYCLEF JEAN lyrics - The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II A Book

Where Fugees At

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Where Fugees At? INTRO: Uh huh, uh huh Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know Uh huh, uh huh What up Uh huh, uh huh Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there Yo, yo, yo HOOK: All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini, It aint all about the money* [Verse 1] When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola Loud MCs, feel the silencer Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue This aint a sequel son, but I have you Scream 2 [AHHH!] Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs Grandma yell, CD player number two Shadae's in my bedroom singin sweetest taboo HOOK [Verse 2] We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat? Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy You know who you are, eight bar superstar Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met First thing she say, I used to run with Wyclef Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest Yeah you could fight, in the WWF Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers Oh Lord, protect me from the devil They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground Counting English pounds I tell ya what, success don't come overnight I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice That's when I daydream into the twilight Girls wit they man, screamin I hate life Baby girl look in the opposite direction Cuz my class is the *Misedu...* HOOK

Pink Lemonade

DA BRAT "Unrestricted"
Chorus: Cool, refreshing cool, (ooh ooh) It taste best with you Add that sugar baby in my pink lemonade [Da Brat] If ya thirstay I could possibly slide down your throat If you work may let's say we skip the foreplay Picture me kicking in the doorway to set off the storay Negligée hot tip of the knockers stay brick like rocks Figure if you drop ice here I don't stop Cuz its twice as nice when its frosted up Sweetness like this could never cost enough With a so so twist try this stuff Mouth watering love succulent to all taste buds Must of been us you was dreaming of the crush I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the lust Then jiggle the lemons a little so they feen to touch Cream to us say nuh thing to us scared Premium pink stuff and swing with us sweetened it up To it make you wanna say ooh its cool Chorus: say 2x [Da Brat] I'm weighed in at one tree five a big gulp size Seven eleven can't satisfy your appetite all night JD and I planned it to be dickable so its alright You can come and escapade in my escalade Lay me flat on my back and slurp away I get action in a Bentley with no brains Just pure satisfaction cracking with no cain I came for the thrill of it I ain't looking for real love Just the feel of it After just one taste you still bugging Da black cat make you wanna handle business Until the pleasure principle kick it it If you hit this I'll make you tell your wife and your mistress To leave town cuz they been evicted Hit up a record store pick up Brat and get addicted Chorus: say 2x [Da Brat] A thirst quenching mouth watering concoction Your only option drink to ya pink why stop it One think its refreshing isn't it the best when you sipping it Heaven sake honey buns built for dipping in Money come quicker than a two minute brother That concentrate on stiffin' when he love it Stick when too dry so keep sturring It still be the sweet even if it turn syrup Hurry up and get a cup full cop fills and get' cha cap peeled back Rash a little rat first smash went classic Even with my homies hlep on the west you wack Sincerely Brat where my girls at We stick together in the rain batches of pink lemonade bringing da pain Any day and every minute make you wanna get up in it cuz its just that cool Chorus: say 4x

Dog In Heat

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Missy] Gimme that funk, mmm.. Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that Funk.. sho' nuff that Funk.. [Redman] Yo, yo Beware of the dogs, off the chain Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it) She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong) with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son If you ain't got Missy and Meth want me to spit the hot shit for you Nigga, write your check [Missy] When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya SLIDE, wanna take a ride When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire) SLIDE, wanna take a ride [Chorus: repeat 2X] I love it boy when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on You keep me growlin like a dog in heat Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks [Missy] You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches SLIDE, let's take a ride Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach SLIDE, baby won't you slide [Chorus] [Method Man] Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin Smellin like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever Brought the flavor, of indonesia Puff puff give type procedures and this joint bumpin out your speakers [Chorus] [Missy] I'm gonna take you high to the top and let your body not reject me babe I'm gonna make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream don't stop But you must first respect his lady You must respect this lady

Dog In Heat

MISSY 'MISDEMEANOR' ELLIOTT "Miss E ...So Addictive"
[Missy] Gimme that funk, mmm.. Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that Funk.. sho' nuff that Funk.. [Redman] Yo, yo Beware of the dogs, off the chain Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it) She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong) with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son If you ain't got Missy and Meth want me to spit the hot shit for you Nigga, write your check [Missy] When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya SLIDE, wanna take a ride When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire) SLIDE, wanna take a ride [Chorus: repeat 2X] I love it boy when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on You keep me growlin like a dog in heat Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks [Missy] You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches SLIDE, let's take a ride Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach SLIDE, baby won't you slide [Chorus] [Method Man] Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin Smellin like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever Brought the flavor, of indonesia Puff puff give type procedures and this joint bumpin out your speakers [Chorus] [Missy] I'm gonna take you high to the top and let your body not reject me babe I'm gonna make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream don't stop But you must first respect his lady You must respect this lady

Tha Eastsidaz

SNOOP DOGG "Snoop Dogg Presents: Tha Eastsidaz"
Mobbin, straight billin through the eastside Never had a site to rhyme, but I'm still mobbin [Goldie Loc] Dope dealers, to the fullest I keep my glock, stuffed with rocks, so watch out for the bullets Eastside, young nigga sportin them chucks Never givin a fuck, so watch out for the come up Them eastside niggas be the crip, crip, craziest Ride wit my niggas fool we gon die for this No need to be a punk just dump when I say so Empty the clip another block let's go I don't give a fuck about some posted what So C slide me the mac so I can rip shit up We aint finished with this mission so listen to whats crackin We aint rollin wit you niggas that's scared to do the jackin The plan don't stop nigga, fuck the cops If a nigga snitch he the first nigga to drop That's all my game, we ride like macked up trucks You know them niggas on the eastside be givin it up Just blast for me, and I'ma blast for you When I'm in jail, get cash, and I'ma mash for you That's on the real homeboy don't let me down I clown homeboy and I bang the pound HOOK: Tray Deee We Tha Eastsidaz, what define us, is we ridaz And when we come through real niggas stand beside us Killers, cutthroats, and knivers Bringin it the livest, and leavin no survivors (repeat) [Tray Deee] I still wear the same pair of khakis least three days Nappy ass french braids and it aint no thang Hang with motherfuckers wanted for all types of crimes Plus them little bitty niggas on they bikes wit nines On the grind no I rhyme nigga times is hard Got jugs of water buried all across my yard One time on my line tryin ta find a cause Toss a nigga in the street and reach up under my balls Guns cocked, mug shots, cell blocks and locked down But I done made it too far to stop now Results of a banger, to most I'ma danger No hope for those who come to close to the chamber Bitches lovin I'ma gangster so fuck it No matta if I hafta I get at em in a bucket Tuckin in my shirt and all that shit don't work First look, say I'ma crook that did dirt for the turf High talk, high walk, when I stalk the street Gurantee who try to see me come across the feet It's a eastside lifestyle, wild and foul Goin out, puttin it down sayin fuck the trial Aim is to be famous wit major loot A gang of juice, in case I gots to bring the troops And everybody know the eastside the craziest So motherfuckers know it aint no fadin this HOOK 2X

Drunk By Myself

NAS "The Lost Tapes"
Uhh,Uhh, Where am I going Where am I Yo, it's ill [Verse 1] Yo my wife's tired of fucking me Life tries ducking me Luckily I find 'em just at the right time Mack in my right arm, Tequila bottle in My left arm like Cristian Watching my life go, keeping myself in Wolves in the night yo, hells men Two revolvers I can let twelve spin Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit Buck-sixty, who wit' me My () to well Twisted blunts and inner conscience Telling me that I aint shit No matter how much cash I sit with Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain To replenish my adolescent brain Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is To maintain, bitches playin' games Niggas snitchin', I aint saying names But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me Instead they speed ahead Yo nigga watch me [Chorus:] I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to Steering wheel in my hand Trying to hold it steady Anything in my way is dead Cause that's the way I feel, I am already When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone Drunk by myself [Verse 2] Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves Can't tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak'em up well Take them to hell Stick up niggas once ran up on me My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me I aint your mark homey It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes Could hardly look both ways, put out the hayes blurry vision Think about the time in my life before I was in televison Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision Since we all hood niggas expect kilos For what they not seeing is police expect Rico Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me I hate it when I'm like this The bottle's my accomplice [Chorus: 1x] [Verse 3] The reason that I want to be alone Tired of all the things that went wrong That would have went right if I would have did it on my own Take another swigg The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, lost again To keep my mind off that weak shit There's love through it all, things to live for I swerve, almost crash into a wall Think about the good, find myself laughing Turn the cell off, no way to be reached Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip Bring my ass to the crib I'm tired... [Chorus: 1x]

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