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ACTION BRONSON lyrics - Blue Chips 2

The Don's Cheek

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[Verse 1:] Catch me on Venice Beach working on my base, no blonde streak Swimming trunk, 30K in arm's reach I'm on the boat, in the water like a swan's feet To show respect you kiss both sides of the Don's cheek 360 on the Seadoo in a tux Call my homie, tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch Placido Polanco Crib, his bitch was black She started purring, I kissed the cat Aristocrat, wrist dancing like a disco bass In the holster, same shit color as Sisqo's hair 635 slam like a suplex Cheat off a Chinese kid just like a school test I'm on the hunt for loot, jump out the chunky coupe Hold on, wait till it thunder, here's the gun to shoot Beige leather to the calf, where my math at? You gonna babysit my joint? Then pussy pass that [Hook:] I'm getting paper regardless, I'm never facing no charges I got your honor under the armpit The gavel slam and I walk Hammer dances on the porch, downtown gallivanting with a horse Two different drugs to choose, I need the third thing Oriental style shirt Flapping in the wind like a bird's wing I need that good green, ugh, motherfucker need that good green [Verse 2:] I got the face like a grown lion, my people hold iron Predict the weather by the wind like an old Mayan Hold my son up, show him to the kingdom While all his blood brothers became drug runners in England Made in Queens, Handball courts and 40s Shorties smoking blunts, spades in the corner We moving white like David Spade in the sauna All the money chronological, it look like callaloo Provide the crew designer suits, exotic food Erotic nude and polished shoes, impala smooth Roll up, looking like Sinbad with the earring Lightskin sucking my penis while I'm steering I'm pro [Hook]


Earth Wind And Fire "Heritage"
Maurice White, Lestley R. Pierce Frankie Blue rap: the boys we're just chillin' with Eart, Wind Fire this is my desire talking 'bout culture I'm a vulture just like the beat chillin' with Earth, Wind Fire everybody take a look around what do you see when I look there's faces everywhere lookin' back at me their eyes keep telling me stories don't understand in my mind there's many, many questions bout who I am bridge: just be proud of the land where your blood comes from no one can take away what you have done hold your head up high cultures stand eye to eye one people living under one sun chorus: be proud sing it out loud take your rightful place it's you heritage so stand tall don't be small show true face it's your heritage everybody walks a little different to keep the pace gotta have pride just to be a winner in the human race in school, the rules don't fly out on the street, tell me why people of the nation can't feel the same beat bridge chorus bridge: we're living in a colorful world all shades of love each carrying a ray of hope sent down from above rap: yo Marice: break it down for me allright The Boys chillin' wit Earth, Wind and Flames they asked us to sing a few notes so we came realized the meaning of the song so we sung with all our heart and soul and hopefully we brung a message to all to not be small to stand up tall and to give it your all let's have a ball y'all pump it up! chorus

Killah Hills 10304

Genius "Liquid Swords"
[Killah Hills intro features RZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, and Grey Ghost ] (...the skill of Shaolin) RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass* GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's angels? *Ol Dirty singing in the background* [Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels] RZA: Steels over here, Steels over here Peace, Starks what's going on baby? Yeah everything is lovely over here. GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at? RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure here I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me GZA: You got soul, R B, classics? All that shit right? RZA: Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me right now Grey Ghost standing right here. Yeah he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you. Aight thanks. *phone clicks* GGh: Bobby Steels. GZA: Huh? RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you. GGh: A pleasure. RZA: So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned? GGh: Everything is working out, very nicely. Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars? GZA: Be nice to have a little breeze. Breeze on by fuck the cops. RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit! RZA: We got the cash we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker Umm, let me ask you... GZA: The fuck outta here! GGh: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon? GZA: Fucking hell's bastards. RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey Ghost -- Do you know a a Don Rodriguez? GGh: I know no such person. RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez? GGh: I don't know who you're talking about. RZA: I think you do know him cause your fuckin friend Don is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing his fuckin ass like a fuckin bird. GZA: Life of a drug dealer RZA: The fuckin guys is comin GGh: Do you believe him? Killah hills 10304 Restaurants on a stake-out So order the food to take out Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour And his man who bought land from Tony Starks While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks he's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote area, we label Dead Man's Island Two hundred miles South from Thailand Right off the docks, I got the various custom made yachts Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots There's no need for us to spray up the scene I use less men, more powerful shit for my team Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist He set bombs in bottles of champagne And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key in his left leg, even underwent surgery They say his pirate limp gave him away As the feds rushed him, comin through U.S. Customs Now look whose on the witness stand singin, a well known soprano A smash hit from Sammy Gravano here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand Half time at the game blastin niggaz out the stands The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent Photographs of they wives takin baths Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe Take it or commit suicide First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria I want they small intestines ripped from the interior I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo Reconstruct those processin plants for the call of Costa Rica Four hundred barrels of ether Two hundred pounds of reefer and fifty immigrants with fake Visas Life of a drug dealer Killah hills, 10304 The saga continues

Still Unsigned

Miss Nana "Why"
(1 verse) Why Miss Nana is the youngest in charge Why my flow so deadly the just tryna put me under the bars Why wendy williams like my ways And tell me why most of the people hating on be twice my age Why messing with certain artist aint get me sign Why my dad take the backseat to let me shine Why you da man if you bringem money Why I can wear colored Bracelets with out people thinking I'm funny Why do flex show me love is he respecting my vibe Let me answer that one for you I'm the best kid alive Fars as adults I'm in the definite 5 Em , loyd banks, jada, hova and Nas Ironically the south got it locked Best be warn Why lil jon say ookkkaaaaaaaaay in every song Why some people think music and school bring massive stress Why university let me in ? Cuz I pass the test....that's why ( Hook ) (2nd Verse) Why some girls claim princess but can't hold the position. Look kid your the baby of rap so know ya position Why some promoters don't acknowledge I'm here And tell me why the time of prevention is shorter than the time of repair Yeah why my flows get ya cousin excited Why did newark have a newark idol and I wasn't invited like all the contestants wasn't inspired By you know who,when I blow Major a&r's a dozen is fired Why we use slang in our music to help our crew Plus we only got 1 language everyone else got 2 Why the more talk the wacker the fight Why is the illest golf player black and the dopest rapper is white Why the nets bout to be outta the building Why some fathers aint proud of they children,and don't care how is feeling why catching Sadam was a backwards step. better yet tell me why they aint get Bin Latin yet. hook 3rd Verse Sombody Please tell me why all these labels aint seek to get me. and after all these years tell me why coke still Beefing with pepsi. Why I promote school instead of talking slugs and triggers. why a lot other kids got deals but my buzz is bigger. Why do serocis victims love the liquor. And tell me why my girl beyonce is dangerously in love with Jigga. why we front when we aint got a hole lot of money. And why in the world banks charge us to hold our Money. Why the government hold out on money. We all starving in the hood we want the coupes with a hole lot of 20's. Why other states always hate if its from newark Why I can't come to school in a licorish porche. Why me losing is a ticklish thought. Why ya co-defendant always wind up being a witness in court. Why the ladie from don diva say sumptins not right. Cuz I suppose in Source for youngest Unsigned Hype.

Try Her

AER "What You Need"
[Hook - Dave:] Man I’m feeling on fire, with my 40 pass the lighter These girls lookin good, yeah I might try her I might try her, I might try her She looks good but her friends look a little nicer [Verse 1 – Dave:] I'm 18, I rock flow and smoke weed, tank tops, snap backs and rolled up jeans I come from the dub so you can catch me on the scene Either poppin j’s at coch or swimmin in the town beach Sneakin up on rooftops, never catchin z’s I'm ahead of the rest, plottin the next scheme F-A-M we ready for the ride, it’s what you need Comin’ from the kid in tie dye YEAH! [Hook] [Verse 2 - Dave:] Somethin’s tellin’ me to try it, license from London She gotta be the reason for the riots and the spill of the blood It’s a known fact Taught in every class that I got the stats to snatch the rags off her back I can get it no time Just by starin’ in her eyes Statue status we the cats the baddest I can satisfy I swear cuz the raddest I’ve had it Your girl’s all on me and I'm not gon' stop her (probably won’t!) Backpack full of drinks, yeah I’m stocked up She says she likes aer, we head upstairs Blonde hair blue eyes and I’m tryin’ not to stare She grabs her friend, to add to the pair Shit two against one its really not fair [Hook] [Verse 3 – Carter:] I’d say I’m doing better than a bed wetter who’s wakin’ up in a puddle This girl’s really diggin’ it she’s got a shed of shovels Threads are fresh, like a head of lettuce I wanna use this kid’s guest room I’ll go see if he’ll let us Sneak away, don’t be afraid, we finna stay outta the party like a damned kid I grand slammed it, I’m glad I gotta try her, now she my number one fan ya dig? Ya guys still drinking? Cuz I'm Drinking more than you, yeah It's what you need

Rimz & Tirez

XZIBIT "Restless"
(feat. Defari, Goldie Loc, Kokane) [Defari] Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks Shot the lights out at the championship Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money clip's full of green cheese, my other pocket got green weed Rap niggaz, we different individuals Elevate the level of the music and the visuals It's do or die, I need a +Priest+, call +Superfly+ Whatever we discuss when we meet's between you and I I'm truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit Everyday, every night's a saloon Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar tunes [Chorus: Goldie Loc] Love when when you're out there on the ave When you're down 24/7, niggaz don't know the half My Romeo's step down on the pedal my back keeps on scrapin the metal I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel motion with my rimz and tirez [Xzibit] I ain't never seen Kevlar flesh (hell naw) Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin with death I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left Never love nothin, never turn snitch and confess Got catch me in the heat of the act, and run the risk of catchin three to the back, and try walkin with that (yeah!) I ain't goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up my loved ones to get loose and hop the fence It ain't hard to look hard, snatch up a catalogue Mad dog to niggaz that walk up your boulevard (yeah!) But one day, you gon' feel it (what) I'm a firm believer in the theory if it bleeds, I can kill it A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the crossfire The live wire, leak a nigga like a vampire My empire roll rimz and tirez Either get with us, forget us and get behind us, muh'fuckers [Chorus] [Interlude] Ride along, with my rimz and tirez Side along [Kokane] Mr. Recycler (what) I'm lookin for a sixty-two Chevy and she kinda bad, threw him six and I was read' (Whatchu want me to do) To get spic and span Man I'm glad you came and got me from that old white man (good lookin) He took me to a spot in Long Beach, hooked me up with four pumps (bzzt) but everybody in the hood can't jump (bzzt) And I change colors when the sun hit me Fix me up, now my owner wanna slang me for 50 Bling bling, now I belong to a Japanese And they was quick to throw me in the magazines I make money (huh) I never broke down, fools trippin (Check it out) How many cars you see in Seoul on streets dippin (None) Afraid to get that ass caught slippin (why) For me it was an easy task I kept an engine on my ass with heat under the dash Fool (peep game) I was born to lowride on rimz and tirez, yeah [Chorus] - 2X [ad libs to end]

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