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ALI G lyrics

Julie

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[Ali G, Shaggy] Let’s talk about Julie right now yu hear mi You got your Julie, I got my Julie, anybody else who no have dem Julie dem need fi get one Yo slammin and banging ya dig dat. [Chorus 1] A to the L to the I to the Gizzy, J to the U to the LI Izzy S to the H to the A to the double Gizzy, Y rude bwoys get busy A to the L to the I to the Gizzy, J to the U to the LI Izzy S to the H to the A to the double Gizzy, Y rude bwoys get busy [Verse 1] Ragga muffin give you love and affection Mr Lover will be your protection, stick it to, to your hearts contention, anything for my Julie. Mi go so hmmmm and make a connection She hear mi voice and get a nipple erection We be banging to a Shaggy selection, one time for my Julie. [Chorus 2] Julie, you know me love you an truly, from head down to mi goolie. You turn me on with your big Babylon Julie, you got the sweet ass, truly, when mi touch it with mi goolie. Turn me on with your big Babylon [Verse 2] I need a cure for the thing I’m feeling, Shaggy need some sexual healing, I want to reach and touch the ceiling, when I’m loving my Julie, aight Mi a de king in a de late night healing, worse know if it’s just a piece I’m stealing, a safe sex a mister lover believe in, when I’m loving my Julie [Chorus 2] Julie, you know me love you an truly, from head down to mi goolie. You turn me on with your big Babylon Julie, you got the sweet ass, truly, when mi touch it with mi goolie. Turn me on with your big Babylon [Ali G Rap] Hear dis Shaggy mi can rap too. A Yo A Yo you is fitter than J-Lo next to you She just a minga fitter than destiny’s child apart from the lead singer, Fitter than the spice girls including the Ginger, Give it a shave cause mi wanna be in ya, They was claiming that our love was wrong The people just stared and said it was too long Yo it ain’t a crime to have a 12 inch Dong Da Dong Dong Dong [Chorus 2] Julie, you know me love you an truly, from head down to mi goolie. You turn me on with your big Babylon Julie, you got the sweet ass, truly, when mi touch it with mi goolie. Turn me on with your big Babylon [Chorus 1] A to the L to the I to the Gizzy, J to the U to the LI Izzy S to the H to the A to the double Gizzy, Y rude bwoys get busy A to the L to the I to the Gizzy, J to the U to the LI Izzy S to the H to the A to the double Gizzy, Y rude bwoys get busy [Chorus 2] Julie, you know me love you an truly, from head down to mi goolie. You turn me on with your big Babylon Julie, you got the sweet ass, truly, when mi touch it with mi goolie. Turn me on with your big Babylon

Get Down

JOELL ORTIZ "House Slippers"
Get down, Yeaaah Uh, wave at me baby I'm wavy White Tee and the yankee is navy JOE L L, yeah I'm jiggling baby Picking up ladies in that cinnamon Cedes A1 flow I'm out here getting this gravy Steak out my crib, turn you into filet mig-non Cabron, I've been lifting this eighty I turn your selfie to a pic in The Daily News you know the rules, boy my city is crazy Empire state with the liberty lady The towers drop but them twins still around Twin Glocks forty-orties And twin four pounds Who wanna dance I spin you around Bring you back and kiss you goodbye with a round [Hook:] Ahh, now shorty how that sound I know you're from outta town round here That's how we get down You're in the city that shoot Beside these bitches nothing really that cute We get down We don't play at the [?] One band two band shaking the spot We get down Ain't nothing bummy around here Girlfriend we getting money around here This is how we get down Ain't nothing funny around here Girlfriend a lot of money around here This is how we get down Anywhere I'm at is the turn up (turn up) They scream turn down, I'm yelling for what? (for what) Winter time I turn the collar of my fur up Summer time top down flipping birds up Trying to tell these niggas, now I'm stunning on 'em word up Fuck it I'm that nigga when it comes to fucking words up Move without security, and post on any curb yep Tryina bust a move and watch the eagle lift a bird up Any now I wanna lift a bird up Break her off crazy have her shaking like a nerve suck Looking at her in the corner all curled up Gave her the Anaconda now it's curled up Pimp juice I should be Jheri curled up Dripping from all this game that I'm kicking like the world cup [Hook] It's a whole lot money around here Baby girl we get gully around here I don't know how they got down there But trust me we get it popping around here Pop up pop bottles and pop ya'll ladies Nah I don't pop molly cause I get crazy I pop they pop, them nines pop baby Pop off, nah pap's for real we don't play, Paa! I get it live so easy, nah I don't mean do this for TV But you see me I make these bitches do the Houdini Have 'em reappear in the Figi's in bikinis You mad, you got it bad boy face facts Do it big take a nice puff and tell her take that

Basic Cable

AESOP ROCK "Float"
television, all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy, murder scape and perspective fuck a sore channel changed digit I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan with a stable diet of my cable pirate yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team ooh, I love all advertisements though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit now, twenty first century plagued dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients telecast patrons blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor, black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal and loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel plug it in, turn it on, prop me up against the couch lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance plug it in, turn it on, be my mother when she's gone, great wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks if I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine, and that's fine... make me a star, I wanna touch gold hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster crucify my little future to the monitor damn it feels good, turn on, tune in zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function but the children seem to love it yes mother, me and wild discovery and heard the static flock to where I sleep by the glow of that magic box big speaker stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling tangled in the star spangled wiring I can turn from toxicated visuals and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty fuck the fortress riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head I'll be dead by morning anyway color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship I want commercials twenty four-seven I wanna shop from my bed and set an example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren I bond with a six string(?) correspondence and lurking circuitry circus with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts channel zero addict, immaculate it goes- big screen, little screen, any screen'll do just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you plug it in, turn it on, let my little eyes glaze twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance plug it in, turn it on, silent fix better than nothing let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's interest touch the power button meet your maker, ain't that something? plug it in, turn it on, say goodbye to Sunday afternoon fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom it's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me your majesty, I love you, I despise you my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation

Twin Towers

JIM JONES "On My Way To Church"
[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"] Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah [Bizzy Bone] Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so thankful god Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they offended you 'cous Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die.................. [Bizzy Bone] For the grace of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence, and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her, witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us [Jim Jones] By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence, I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good, But murders go down, you know they go down [Jim Jones] Straight out the projects b, I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard) Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where niggas will starve, cause it's hard to eat Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it) Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us People they shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!) So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down) See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in your rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why) I'm the nigga on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9/11 When I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord) And these digital times, we all need to have a political mind (that's right) Federology, technology, and we can shine like astrology (they can see from the stars) When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on next cells (what happens) When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo) When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right) Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid) Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah) From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war We ain't trying to voting (voting) So if you draft me jail me (you hear that) Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn) All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in hell (yeah) [Jim Jones] By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants, Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of Capos nigga, you heard, that's two strong armies nigga Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought down like the twin towers We some political soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters

Imperial Tyranny

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violence Begets Violence"
[Verse 1:] I'm disgusted and dissatisfied, I don't need to fucking advertise I'm a thief, I don't read the fucking classifieds I like beef, I don't chitchat and fraternize With police, pastors, or rabbis I'm one of the bad guys, I never apologise I don't just walk around with rocks and pocketknives When it comes to homicide I'm not occupied Murder's like oxygen to carbon dioxide I don't know a lot about science and chemistry My enemies take a lot of time and energy When I'm not shooting I get iron deficiency And I don't wanna have the guys look at me differently I would rather have a gun than an epiphany Can't really rely on tricks and wizardry When I get irrational, that'll be practical Niggas don't believe shit it's serendipity [Chorus:] Southpaw verbal jabs to the mouth y'all Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Southpaw verbal jabs to the mouth y'all Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Southpaw verbal jabs to the mouth y'all Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Southpaw verbal jabs to the mouth y'all Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that [Verse 2:] Y'all in the presence of divine science We don't subscribe to y'all theory of non-violence I rule with an iron fist, I define tyrants I went down the wrong path, that's despite guidance Yeah and y'all are soon to bleed And I'm from the house of wisdom Haroon Rashid A goon indeed, ras-clat, Junior Reid Y'all overstayed y'all welcome, y'all refused to leave Refuse to see that the universe is deathless I define rhyme with divine mind efforts It's grind time, I design rhyme methods It's high time y'all enshrine my records And I don't know why y'all would fuck with the team That's like standing on the block with no junk for the fiends Pazienza is in love with the deen I would jump in front of bullets, shed fucking blood for my team [Chorus:] Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that Turn the other way cause you wants no part of that [Verse 3:] I know what violence begets, timeless regrets Silently sweat bullets when you ride for respect Rivalry met with the vibe you'd expect Four-pounder makes you flounder only live on the net You know the Internet thuggery, Internet fuck with me Long enough to see my company sucker-free luckily Paz heard me then scooped me, spaz early [?] Clash [?] smash [?] The last rapper to move me Ras Kass what he doing Rap after the blood bath having a movie Gats strapped to my blue jeans, [?] Backpackers with Uzis, Black Sabbath and Kool G Point made like I'm sharper than the shit Stab wound where you think you sharper than you is Charlotte's Web with the kids, only time we talk to pigs I ain't talking courage when I say you getting jigged [Chorus:] Cause you wants no part of that Cause you wants no part of that Cause you wants no part of that Cause you wants no part of that

Julie

WAYLON JENNINGS "Hangin' On"
When I married Julie She was just seventeen Pretty as the answer To any man's dream. [Instrumental] From the start I gave Julie All the love that I've had Though everyone told me That Julie was bad. Julie liked parties And clothes that fit tight Drinking and dancin' Around late at night. She was everything evil With the face of a child But I sat home and waited While my Julie went wild. I had built me an empire With my own two hands With the money and power To break any man. But with all my possessions, Power and gold Julie was one thing I couldn't control. I gave Julie All my money could buy Begged her to love me But she wouldn't try. She'd only laugh Then walk out the door Each time she'd hurt me Made me love her more. [Instrumental] Now I'm locked in this room They say I'm insane And I guess that I'll never See my Julie again. I'm a man with a heart And a tormented soul And the mind that Julie Drove out of control...

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