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Fluffy lyrics - Black Eye

Psychofudge

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He's gotta feel sweet inside The spark hits And his mouth is dry It doesn't matter 'cause he's feeling high But his eyes are streaming Chorus Spiral ride, nauseous tide Brain fried, pupils wide He's gotta have He's gotta have Psychofudge All the words he speaks are lies The spark hits He's no longer shy His forehead's frowning, but he says he's fine Cause the nectar's dripping Chorus Just one more little line A little edge Helps him lose time Nothing matters except the next high But his nose is bleeding Chorus

Starsky & Hutch

LL COOL J "Phenomenon"
(feat. Busta Rhymes) Uh. (Ha!) Uh. (Ha!) Uh. (Ha!) Uh. (Ha!) Uh. (Ha!) Yes y'all throw your hands up real high Let's see where the people in the world is at Where you at shorty With LL, Busta Rhymes, Check it out... Two big ballers keep the juice blending Fuck Black Ceaser, I didn't like the ending Why, cos we two jiggy niggas always making Too many million dollar affilliations Abbreviation, LL, period I'm platinum every time, it's serious Aeiyo, we serious when we experience millions High, rolling to the max, extra big willying Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens Shake it down for papers Hey, now she jump shaking... Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high (Yes, yes Mr Smith) Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villian Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling Yo, ice-watery lyrics flow like water spilling You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing Aeiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca Aeiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black'N'Decker Reason being, I work my tool right Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Yeah, that's right) Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Just spark my L) Just lean left, lean right Lean front, lean back C'mon, you gotta ride it baby (You gotta shake it, shake it all night baby) Just lean left, lean right (right) Lean front, lean back (lean back) (C'mon shake it, just shake it) (C'mon shake it, just break it) You gotta ride it baby Busta Bust Mr Smith Flipmode Yo, lets sing a little something for the song... [LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together] Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways Busta Bust Mr Smith We on the track, I always spark the lah I always catch a contact Aeiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig (wig) push back (push back) Like he gotta touch... A bottom here for Mencap He went from Dreadlocks To Ceasers Now he called Cash Brothers shaving bums is nasty Kid so watch that... I be the B, U, S, T, A, R, H, Y, M, E, S full of finesse, lyrically complex And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L, period J my leers waiting on the runway, Bust Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr You, God Is it the bashment Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy [Together] Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi Just a leeson for you sucker MC's Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period Word is bond Ah man I had a good time working with you Mr Smith Do you think they'll ever recover I have no idea, I'm seeniggas is in comas and concussions It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the air Just have a good time and wave them around Throw your hands in the air, word up Mr Smith and Busta Rhymes get down [LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together] Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways son Ah man Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas Ah man In a happy and fun loving way You know, splash! Yeah, you know that Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man You niggas need to chill down Put your shades on kid Cool the fuck off Put your shades on baby Aight Shine, nigga put them shades on Niggas leaning Leaning like they deformed or something Ha, fix your neck You like like Shaq in that commercial [Laughter to fade]

My Youth

JOEY BADA$$ "Summer Knights"
Badman Ting [Verse 1:] Uh, just put it in the air Light that loud and watch disappear here Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light Yeah, this the right year made the flow yeah Clear and easy to steer in space and time erasing fine Amazing in the mason cliches Each day weighs out enlightenment Niggas blacked out cause I got ultra violent Now my wave lengths to the radio waves Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell them that Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat Get high as heavens, Hope hell never come back I'm like 5'11, but have angelic contact The devil jealous in fact, Cause I rebel the spells With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well This one time, I said lord would you help? Some short time after see my music on the shelf And of course, I gotta thank myself My wealth is in my happiness and mine And not my pocket health in it's ashes If you don't even think sometimes If it's passion and relationships synchronize Drownin' inside her, true eyes is to the higher I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser It's the livest one Bedford-Stuyvesant [Hook: x2] Yo dogs I got the load, Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like I sky high, my sky high, Sky high, sky high [Verse 2:] One hand on the mac, one hand on my sac I'm thinking to myself what if I handed it back But I gotta hand it to myself I'm handling rap Handsome versin' that's like hand-to-hand combat Rehearsin', I got eight arms, nigga Disarm your favorite rapper he won't come back Made flex drop eight times, nigga On contact, whine that like eight times Got to keep it G, this for my masons Figure it out, eight times, the average of mind I may sign which I don't like lime light But I'll shine witcha Bitch I gotta eat I might dine witcha Yeah I got bars but I'm like Akon ouwitcha Convict music for real This industry give me chills Cause in the streets I'm chill But still heating up for a mill I'm like so real Life is so surreal Sosa already got sealed for the way he revealed Taking hold of pitchforks still But I will never yield In this pitchfork [load?] thinking I gotta appeal Cause I'm thinking like a deal Could get me living swell for real But if I skyfall, thinking ideal [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Collie Buddz] Selling hellbys on CDs Grassroots with grassroots, seeds on civis, Five finger this con weed leaves, Exceptionally speaking determination, Breeds success and proceeds, Feds want the photos and IDs Into them blood like IVs Cause every youth, Want the newest Nikes, Straight jeans and white tees, But these things will get pricy [Hook x2] [Joey Bada$$:] And I'm gone, hitting [?] And I'm hitting the strong, I've been hurting way too long And I can't wait too long, And I'm gone, hitting [?] As I'm hitting the strong, I've been hurting way too long, I can't wait too long. I've been hurting way too long, I can't wait too long.

The Call Ft. The Neptunes Remix

BACKSTREET BOYS
Let's party Imagine the Backstreet Boys here with the Neptunes Call it the rec. room, play time now holla We should be the one ya follow, slow mo, low low, thousand spokes on a gold Impalla Crushin', love my women in couples One on each arm keep double the trouble So I gotta shift ‘em and shuffle, love how I twist ‘em and tussle Sex play next day call me huh Let me tell you the story bout the call that changed my destiny Me and my boys went out just to end up in misery Was about to go home when there she was standing in front of me And said hi. I got a little place nearby, wanna go? I should've said no, someone's waiting for me But I called my girl up and said… CHORUS Listen baby I'm sorry Just wanna tell you don't worry I will be late, don't stay up and wait for me Say it again, you're dropping out, my battery is low Just so you know, we're going to a place nearby gotta go Now two years gone, nothing's been won I can't take it back, what's done is done One of her friends found out that she wasn't my only one And it eats me from inside that she's not by my side Just because I made that call and lied CHORUS Don't stay up and wait cause I'm gonna be somewhat late I feel for ya if ya can't relate I take getaways like two-day stays, but look still hit me on my two-way page See I'm heavy in the streets like a creamed denalli Cold outside we take trips to Maui AJ, Brian, Kevin, Nick, and Howie Accompanied by Clipse pushin T in ally Let me tell you the story ‘bout the call that changed my destiny Me and my boys went out just to end up in misery Was about to go home when there she was standing in front of me And said hi. I got a little place nearby,gotta go. CHORUS 2x

Blaze It Up

DJ Honda "HII"
[Featuring Problemz] Intro: F.B. B.K. G.P. universal. Verse 1: I specialize in poetic calisthenics And stay on my P's and Q's like alphabetics Who else could it be but no other then the P.R.O.B. L.E.M.Z. and my right hand man from G.P. B.K. collaboration we spark lye stay high like inflation (What?) Patient back and fourth on this track Puttin' facts on wax without hesitation They'll be no mistakin' we makin' Nothin' but power moves ill representation While DJ Honda cut shit up like Jason Cross fadin' back and forth on S.L. Twelve double 0 spark dros get blessed L's Get twisted like pretzels when the dred sells Me the buddah blessed I spark up then the red cells In my eyes become highly prevalent, anti benevolent Never hesitant to represent Hook: Fromt he land of G.P. to the streets of F.B. I represent from midnight to high noon -GZA 'Liquid Swords' Problemz Honda collaboration been awaitin' From the streets of F.B. to the land of G.P. I represent from midnight to high noon Drop megaton bombs -GZA 'Liquid Swords' Verse 2: A-yo this industry is overflooded with acresses and actors Perpetrating the role of rappers with theatric tactics Constantly contributing to wackness Never surpass this cause you lack this perhaps it's Your lack of practice got you soundin' ass backwards Well I'm here to flip the script like gymnastics On y'all wack bastards The shit I kick is from the heart rappers use to rhymes now there's nothing but actors playin' parts Instead of spendin' time in the lab writtin' lines Niggas is basin' they whole rhyme on fictonal crime When half the time These niggas is straight up suburbaners Talkin' about they murderers and burgulars Hook Verse 3: A-yo I manufacture hits like a factory my faculty Is backin' rappin' be what enables me To live lavishly Happily ever after who the master Rememver me Problemz comprehending me? Mad energy when it be time for action No swingin' or knuckles strickly ammo blastin' Kill The Noise part II J.P., P.K. collaboration to be continuned Hook

Superthug

Capone-N-Noreaga/Noreaga/N.O.R.E. "N.O.R.E."
I'm, I'm actually waitin on the bus now He said we have some kind of special assignment or something He's supposed to be callin' me, like any minute now, any minute Hold on, hold on, lemme get the phone Hello? Jackson here Ya, what? you found Manuel Noreaga? In the Phillipines? He has a mansion? Ok, we on it, on it, right now... right (Noreaga and Neptunes) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)(superstar) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what) What, what, what, what, what, what, what,(what, what, what)(superstar) [Verse 1] Aiyyo, we light a candle Run laps around the english channel Neptunes, I got a cockerspaniel We on the run now, yo, it ain't no fun now And where I go, you niggas can't even come now You hate the law, nigga break it, I don't care And when ya get caught, remember that I don't care N.O.R.E., blow you off the atmosphere Yo for now we on the run, yo if that ain't clear Weak niggas wanna stick, you but that ain't fair You we down in vegas, money, skies too courageous And yo, I'm on the run, but still rip stages And call me animal thug, when I'm in cages I used to proof phrases, rolled dice with no aces Now I'm just included in the oasis Gotta take faces, no time for car races Check my sky, tell I got five pages CHORUS [Verse 2] Yo hit Lousiana, then Atlanta, Indiana Forget a city slicker got country grammar Aiyyo we goin places, where my sound scan ain't tough So when I say I ain't Nore, yo it ain't that rough I leave the jake in my fake, askin all this stuff I gotta keep my mouth shut and don't say what, what But yo its hard to, Netherlands got the heart to Yo from New Orleans, L.A., V.A. to Queens The I-95, now we hit the Phillipines But now its different, we gotta stay sober Yo, communicate, startech, motorola Keep it on the hush hush, don't talk to much Thugged out entertainment, you know we touch All our whips got navigation While you whips is just garbation Is you knowin what you facin? CHORUS [Neptunes] This is the life yo, of a superstar Fly ass mansions, and a million cars Gotta get the cash yo And its live or die The Neptunes and Noreaga The limit is the sky ...hit em' [Verse 3] Yo, lemme, do it again, do it to win Last album was a eight, this one is a ten And when Capone come home, we gon' triple the cent Yo I love my family, treat my folks of kin Rockin air and better, like a Mexican Shottin' at my pops, cause yo next to him He told me every thug nigga is a gentlemen So I took heed, take my time sitll won't speed Yo a nigga got kids, so my family need A little more than they used to get Real, not the duplicate Takin no fours, makin y'all just recoupin' it Doin' it up, tell me whatcha wanna do wit' it Capone's plan, passport to foreign lands Overseas in Japan, politickin with Chan Yo, N-E-P-T-U-N-E-S The way they lace a beat like one of the best, what? CHORUS Repeat [Neptunes] yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep' fo' now we on the run eatin yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep' fo' now we on the run eatin yo, N.O.R.E., Nore, sep' fo' now we on the run eatin ¡¡

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