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Gonzoe lyrics - If I Live Nothing Happens

Salute To The 88 Spokes

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[Gonzoe] (talking) hahahahaha... (ooohhh) you fuckin bitch Yes, come on bounce to this (You talk too mother fuckin' much bitch, we don't like...) [Gonzoe] Yeah yeah yeah Salute to the 88 spokes on the Coupe Wide open, axle broken Fly down to the spot Cause my shit too hot Like what, why not have kass Live life to the fullest Escape Bullets, nigga It's still rubble How things look like kings Just cause I love it I can't give it up The ass is on the sluts It's enormous (come on) I pass on nothin (what) Smash on niggaz for nothin It's ritzy Smoke one blaze down to fifty Every bomb cock wanna get with me And ya nigga can't stand me Cause a nigga all up in your pretty panties whatever... (whatever)

Connected For Life (Feat. Ice Cube, W.c., Butch Ca)

MACK 10
[Verse 1: Mack 10] I jumped out the box like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin collage And out the gararge, is a Bentley Arnage With the brains blowed out, so the suns beeming I got a jackers drooling and the hoes fiending Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Twenty-inches roll - going get these hoes ficky hoes - wanna I roll with my niggaros Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it Speak about it no bitch, I'm a be about it Who want some of this, West running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this [Verse 3: W.C.] Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up Two twised in the middle with the thumb tucked Chevy mashin, dipping and assing, kin toda zaggin Fo'-fo' magging and toe taggin Dub the hood phantom in a blue van Im front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of magnum trick [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on Bremboes Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Snitchers and Scukas done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it And all I know is the streets so thats how I spit it Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it So if ya hood come up short then I'd probly did it If lil momma thick then I gotta hit it The trojan gotta be a magnum to me to fit it If it was sherm on a stick then I'd probly lit it The red beem was on your wig so I probly split it [Verse 5: Ice Cube] To all them bitches that think they bootylicious I think they nutricious - I think they do dishes I makin three wishes - I take 'em they pictures And spit 'em they britches - I fuck 'em they bitches Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube is an ass-hole it ain't it aint an act So take a hit at that - and remember that Where my mothafuckin niggas and my triggas at? [Verse 6: W.C.] Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique n like a dragon I snaked em on fire when I spit I can't shake these ghetto ways A street rich nigga eatin a bag of lays with rubber bands and braids From the turf for the sirenz and Neverlands Where we keep pistols smoking like Afghanistan It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer Backing for mo' figgas - so trick bow down n Po the liquor bitch [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes And Rolling on fools on Bremboes Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the ways us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch us as it unfolds Snithces and Suckas done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Repeat 2X] It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'ma be Connected For Life [Mack 10 {Talking}] Yeah!, West Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boy Uh, uh, uh

What It Is Right Now Pt. 2

BUSTA RHYMES "When Disaster Strikes"
From Dr. Dolittle 2 Soundtrack [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Keep it goin c'mon Keep it goin c'mon Keep it goin c'mon Part 2, Ha! [Spliff Star] Yeah, Let me show you what it is right now Grip the 5th hit you in your shit right now Make room my squad moving big right now Stack chips, crib looking sick right now Chicks I switch em like kicks right now Sorry can't help it; I'm a pimp right now My new revenue thick right now Or I'd have to come back and cook a brick right now [Rah Digga] Near none of y'all hoochies couldn't move me right now Went from Gap to Guess to a Gucci right now Gunnin for your title, why bother right now Some of y'all more bitch then Puffy's driver right now (stop) Digga can rock; watch me spit it for blocks In between big screens like I'm Vivica Fox Second album showing no mercy right now We first since Eminem controversial right now (Chorus) [Kelis (Busta Rhymes)] Flipmode what it is right now (C'mon) Flipmode what it is right now (Uh-ha, Uh-ha) Flipmode what it is right now (All my people Uh-ha, Uh-ha) Flipmode what it is right now (Flipmode nigga, Flipmode nigga) Flipmode what it is right now (What you want nigga) Flipmode what it is right now (Uh-ha, Uh-ha) Flipmode what it is right now (All my people Uh-ha, Uh-ha) Flipmode what it is right now (C'mon, Uh-ha, Uh-ha) [Rampage] We got you stuck right now Shit we lookin for bitches to fuck right now Chickens and Peacocks and ducks right now Different birds with feathers to pluck right now When we pull up in the truck right now All black seven-forty deluxe right now Niggas hate to self-destruct right now Wishin that I was takin the bus right now [Roc Marciano] Let's get it on right now I feel it more right now Big and small and skin em all right down Wide variety of kicks And 9 times out of 10 I'm get a bitch And get soÂ…right now, I mean right now Fuck a white gal in a tight towel, and right now Things are like Iron Mike now Throw hard rights and knock em out right now (Chorus w/ different adlibs from Busta Rhymes) [Kelis] This be the beat to rock for the beats (yeah) Bang that shit you crack the concrete (c'mon) When we come thru you know we drop bombs Flip-mode 2-k-1 dot com Hands in the air till you weaken both arms Ladies shake ya ass; fellas roll the charms We keepin it street cause how we live That's what it is baby, that what it is baby [Baby Cham] Uh, Yeah It's QB right now Niggas is wonderin who's he right now He the nigga wit 20's on V's right now Pushin a whip on empty streets right now Fly by you catch a cab right now Put your cap down to the Force Eclipse right now Die slow got niggas pickin they scabs now Let it bleed right now, close your eyes no sounds [Busta Rhymes] I thought I told you who it is right now You ain't go to guess this ain't a fuckin quiz right now Tap better like Melvin Giz right now Bus-a-Bus the motherfucking grand wiz right now In case you ain't knowing it's Flipmode right now Stopping ya bank takin ya doe right now Bitch wanna fuck around wit a pro right now I see betta bitches I think you got to go right now (Chorus w/ different adlibs from Busta Rhymes) [Busta Rhymes] It's Spliff Star up in the spot c'mon It's Rah Digga in the spot c'mon Rampage is in the spot c'mon Yeah, Roc Marc in the spot c'mon Yeah, Baby Cham is in the spot c'mon Yeah, Bus-a-Bus is in the spot c'mon Yeah, Scratchator is in the spot c'mon Bus'll tell you what it is right now 2001 hot shit, hot shit, hot shit Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit

Juicy

Notorious Big "Ready To Die"
[Intro:] (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin' Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born filla, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood It's all good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty [Verse Two:] I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... (It's all good) ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight

I Can't Swim

SNOOP DOGG "Tha Last Meal"
[Alien] I am Sir Dogg, DPG fuck... and I hate water. I never learned to swim.... AAAAH! PUT ME DOWN!!!! Let go of my leg!!! I HATE WATER!!!! I CAN'T SWIM!!!! AAAAH!!!!! [Snoop] Now matter where I go, you got'cha eyes on me, And everybody sittin' around waitin' on me, Show us how you do it Uncle Snoopy, So fluid wit' your technique, y'all niggaz gon' respect me, Man, I been doin' dis' shit before I even learned how to crawl though, Gettin' interviewed by mothafuckaz like Geraldo, And niggaz wanna know if I smoke Newports or Marlboros Man, I'm fuckin' wit' dat real shit, nigga can you feel dis' I make dat shit for the realest of millions, While I'm wheelin' and dealin' and feelin the feelin', Hmm... and oh what a relief it is, That Snoop is back in dis mothafucka handlin' his biz, Takin' care of his kids and makin' hits, oh shit, There it is again, you never know if your career might flop, fizz So, stay on your toes and keep a pair wit'cha foes, And keep a set of new hoes and floatin' and tie da bow, Fuck these niggaz and peep out Whitey Ro (), Somebody told Well then, somebody gettin' rolled on, And that's usually how the scenario rolls on, Baby girl said she wanna keep her clothes on, She either fuckin' gettin' stole on or gotta stroll home, Well number one, keep your hand on your gun, And don't (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one.....) Ohh... you can't trust nobody baby.... you can't even trust your own Mama!!! This is Snoopy Collins.... trust no one.... especially a bitch.... Or even a bitch-ass nigga.... Yo Ha!!!! T-R-U-S-T in me, I'm sexy but I'm pussy, The homies in the hood call me Lil' Bo Peep, And you da type a nigga I been dyin' ta meet, So Snoopy, what'chu tryin' to do Now hold on lil' mama, ain't no reason for me to lie to you, Now what I'm tryin' to do, and what I'm gon' do, Is hit this bud, I got a wife at home, Bitch I ain't lookin' for none, you might got kids for cuz, or down wit' bud Pushin' them dubs, look here cuz, Lemme tell you how it's gon' be If I was broke loc, these bitches wouldn't want me I'm tellin' you the good-god truth, you want proof Ask them hoes over there, 'Y'all wanna fuck Snoop' (yeah!) We'll take the money and the game away, I bet they won't say the same that day, But it's okay, cuz I don't trip, Cuz 'Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks', I thought I told you, bitch I'm a soulja, East side, long beach, gang-bang roller, From the solar, cuz this, is it, Can ya dig it (I can dig it!!!) Jelly Roll pulled a rabbit out his hat, I pull a strap out my mothafuckin' back (Aaah!), cuz I know it's like dat, I'm in a meetin' wit' these white folks talkin' bread, They want a contract on a nigga till' I'm dead, If I don't sign they gon' turn me over to the feds, They struck me out, now I'm pinch-hittin' for the Reds, But I'm a Dodger blue, so I gotta keep it true, I gotta home-run, nigga we long gone, I'm realizin', justizin', visualizin', Rip-ridin', put mines in, Takin' this game to the next level, Trustin' no one, especially them Red Devils, Keep ya head level, hand on my get-up, Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain't easy, but there's a whole lot of fed-up, And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one (no one, no one), And like I told you from the getti, don't trust no one... [Alien] OH NO!!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!! I HATE WATER, I CAN'T SWIM!!!! I NEVER LEARNED TO SWIM!!!! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU!!!! I PUT ALL OF MY TRUST IN YOU!!!! AND YOU TOOK ME TO THE WATER..... OH NO!!!!

Just Askin'

IGGY AZALEA "The New Classic"
[Verse 1:] Wassup, in your world? And are you still coolin' with that lame girl? I ain't hatin', it don't matter though I kept it cool, but you made me wanna slap a ho I look good, what does she have? I was down, on knee pads Look, this kinda sound like a poem If you relate then point 'em out if you know 'em Hey, boy hush that, I remembered you aroun' with your mustache You was hanging so hard, you nearly lost that Little trick you like to do, yeah I taught that [Hook:] I got a brand new man and a brand new place Played your cards right, you could've had that space I'm not hatin', and I'm a play it cool I can't cook, but I made a plate for you You wanted something more, than what we had What's up with her? She ain't all that I'm not trippin' on what coulda been I know it's kinda weird, I'm just askin' Just askin' I know it's kinda weird, I'm just askin' [Verse 2:] I just happened To run into you and I noticed your reaction You couldn't say shit, I read your caption She a one-hit wonder, and you missin' my classics Damn that's tragic I would hate to be you To tell the truth, she could never be me I got a new man, with a few new bands Give me what I want, and he got that D [Hook] [Spoken:] (Sent Saturday at 11: 53 PM) You know what, you are seriously such a fuckin' bitch ass, loser, motherfucker You got over me? Yeah, you got the fuck over me Cause you fucked another fuckin' bitch (End of message) (Next message) I'm sorry that I'm crying right now But I'm drunk, and (End of message) (Next message) This is bullshit, because you found A new perfect girl for you [Pre-Hook:] Wassup, in your world? Wassup - wassup, in your world? [Hook]

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