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Kool G. Rap lyrics

Jive Talk

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[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk They got so many corners and they got so many spots And I can't even bump up the block without the, Yo man, what you got? I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange He's lookin for a hit for veins or he'll blow out somebody's brains Even the shorties livin naughty lives Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives I just found out the candy store's a front They walk in the candy store Man G, candy's far from what they want You might see a pickle or a popsicle But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels Honey used to look like a winner Now she can't even get took to dinner cause so many dealers ran up in her Somebody's blood is on the tar Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass Money got robbed for his bank They broke in his house and took everything except the kitchen sink Little man murdered on the scene He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17 Granny's damn near pushin 80 A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone Yeah, this is my home sweet home Three card molly, another man to fool Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals I'm gettin frisked by the cops They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me but yo I heard she's givin VD Just when you think the skies are gettin blue Bang bang -- another brother's split in two Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body Sonny boy is goin on the strip Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped A baby is born and needs lovin but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven Cops killin our kids, but they bill us So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers Everyday's another risk I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss No heat, just pots of hot water I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order Man that landlord is the lowest Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home *door shuts*

Freestyle - Dj Clue Fabolous

Funkmaster Flex "The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes of Funk"
[Fabolous] Fabolous, Funk Flex Vol. 4 niggas c'mon it's gettin hard to dodge the women but I'm still pitching hard white balls faster than Roger Clemens, ya know the kid with the O's that's as large as linens when it comes to sellin trees I'm as large as Timberland my lawyer got my charges slimmin' he said the only way I am goin upstate if it's in larger swimmin' pull out the garage like gremlins anarge with trimmins system in it that have the projects tremblin ya know nothin about lettin a few strays go off ya only reach for your hip when your two ways go off shots'll fly by your head your toupèè blow off I ain't crip I'm just a blue gray show off ghetto fab I more than rap for my bucks keep two 9's on me like Warren Sapp from the Buccs the word I'm ballin be flowin to the fed jakes and I keep chicks on my lap throwin me head fakes nigga I walk around with the grams you stackin and me and Flex don't roll unless they Andrew Jackson it's Brooklyn by me the crook the IB ya even look at ID you gettin hooked to IV motherfuckers huh

Pro Playas

MURPHY LEE
(Welcome to Atlanta Beat) Jay Feilder hurt his hip hop cuz he hopped and got hit He's a quarterback with too much zip to get it picked He's so miami Just ask his grand-mommy He didn't want to play quarterback no mo' so he tried some oragami He's baby QB one of the best of the QBs Pocket QB, option QB, smoothies like Bob Cousy (who's he?) Home of travis Minor And restaurants like the Miami Diner And special korners with his dawg Ralph Kiner The cheerleaders are the best flappin their pom poms After Jay Z throws Chris C a long bomb bomb All got senior prom proms but Jay was big pimpin' mom got too excited and she told him to calm Miami's the truth like Paul Pierce Their D-line is straight gatorade, it's fierce I tried to tell you not to cut Trace Armstrong because he's ancient Without permission from Ricky Williams' agent From Jay Feild to Jay Will or J-Dub Rollin on a rookie contract and ridin on killa dubs Jay Will won't hesitate to shoot the pill And give the lonely chitown crowd a thrill The L's got to recognize, his moves are ill and he can flat out pay the Bill gettin' it done like Mr. Gates while watchin Tyson Chandler pump five pound weights You cats think you'll walk in and make the L just by sayin' Yo what Up I'm here Nazzzzzzzzzzzr Half of you ballers need a brazziere Makin the L is hard work You wanna know, ask Pat Burke it's not easy to go from the streets to gettin a seat on an NBA bench, makin the L is no easy feat So.. ya think you got the game to earn the fame Nas, you can't even score on the wizard of oz Think you'll make it big time without years of practice You'll end up left in the middle of Arizona with a cactus Arizona Iced T makes you pee an ounce So I'm gonna make like a ball and bounce

Streets Of The Ghetto

Ed O.G. Da Bulldogs
I pumped bomb on the calm with no alarm and never thought that it would get to my moms But when she found out she made me take the pound out and get out with it man I could forget it Now I'm stayin with this girl who got a kid by another nigga whose crew is much bigger But he don't dig it cause his jim hat broke But she kept the baby cause he pumps coke Now her crib is the new weed spot to get the smoke or the choke, it was gettin mad hot The next morning, while she was still sleeping I was creeping to Jenny, here's a note, don't sweat it Forget it, cause it ain't worth it I need to be alone when I'm goin under the surface Now I'm out to hit my workers Two damn niggaz, and one Turkish white boy who got Southeast sewn up Business blowin up, and I'm still growin up Only 17 and got my own crib And still learnin how to live on the streets of the ghetto The streets of the ghetto (3X) Now I got friends cause the G's is comin in Skeezers comin in, and I'm still runnin in and out Taking care of biz on the block I brought my crew, ten new Glocks.. .. just in case trouble knocks Cause nowadays, we don't box I'm eighteen gettin mad green off the fiends Brand new sneakers, a cut, and some jeans is what the businessman wears in the ghetto that makes the whitey petrol But I still can't let go, even though I'm makin crooked dough, the system is easy to beat And my shit's still not complete Because I'm on my way to my first key That was the biggest shit I ever bought G I ain't gettin locked down, so I walk there, lock it up Got my first key, now it's time to rock it up Don't you know where it's gonna go? Right out there... on the streets of the ghetto The streets of the ghetto (3X) Now I'm up to three keys, pounds of weed and sellin bundles Distributin all three, to get all the fundzoes The word around town is I'm the new Nino Brown Twenty years old, I like the way it's goin down I got money to burn -- dropped out of school cause they couldn't teach me what I needed to learn on how to earn big money, big money I got the fortune, and a crib where it's sunny But like a dummy, I started gettin careless Talkin on the phone, so DEA could hear this Date transaction the time and the spot My world crashed on me, when I got caught Now I'm locked, with the niggaz that are trife No more money no more women for the rest of my life Be in a cell, goin through hell Just because you sell, they make sure I fell, oh well Now I'm fitting, with fifty to go And I never see the streets of the ghetto no mo'

Snot Love In Spain

GOLDEN EARRING "No Promises... No Debts"
From the Album: * No promises no debts Decided it was time to take a boxcar ride Outa the rain snow and cold Me and a friend of mine Guy I met somewhere down the road Hummin' all the way down to Spain on that choo choo train Safe across the border Abidin' law and order Lost eachother gettin' high on calvados I sorta looked up with what musta been The face of gratitude When she kissed me on my cheek And winked her little voulez-vous They trampled on my head like a dancer did somewhere in Madrid I couldn't feel, I couldn't see Stole my passport and left a red bandana On the steps of the cantina They threw me out the door I couldn't ask for more Snot love in Spain Snot love in vain Too young to explain Love in Spain Well I found out pretty soon I could dig myself in down the beach poolside Rip off a German hup two baby all right She was a waitress I couldn't resist Her brother said she will make you a good wife Well since I was from over the border Abidin' law and order We spent the night gettin' high on calvados I looked up with what musta been The face of solitude When she slapped me on the face And her brother started gettin' rude They trampled on my head etc……

Conversation Piece

DAVID BOWIE
I took this walk to ease my mind To find out what's gnawing at me Wouldn't think, to look at me, that I've spent a lot of time in education It all seems so long ago I'm a thinker, not a talker I've no-one to talk to, anyway I can't see the road for the rain in my eyes I live above the grocers store, owned by an Austrian He often calls me down to eat And he jokes about his broken English, tries to be a friend to me But for all my years of reading conversation, I stand without a word to say I can't see the bridge for the rain in my eyes And the world is full of life Full of folk who don't know me And they walk in twos or threes or more While the light that shines above the grocer's store investigates my face so rudely And my essays lying scattered on the floor Fulfill their needs just by being there And my hands shake, my head hurts, my voice sticks inside my throat I'm invisible and dumb, no-one will recall me And I can't see the water through the tears in my eyes

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