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Kurtis Blow lyrics - Best Of Kurtis Blow

Basketball

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Chours: They're playing Basketball We love that Basketball They're playing Basketball We love that Basketball (Now rapping Basketball Number 1 Kurtis Blow) Basketball is my favorite sport I like the way they dribble up and down the court Just like I'm the King on the microphone so is Dr. J and Moses Malone I like Slam dunks take me to the hoop My favorite play is the alley oop I like the pick-and-roll, I like the give-and-go, Cause it's Basketball, uh, Mister Kurtis Blow, Chours I used to go to dinner, and then take the girl, To see Tiny play against Earl The Pearl, And Wilt, Big O, and Jerry West, To play Basketball at it's very best, Basketball has always been my thing, I like Magic, Bird, and Bernard King, And number 33, my man Kareem, Is the center on my starting team, (To the hoop, ya'll, Watch out, Watch out In yo' face, now here comes the rest) Clyde, Rick Barry, and Pistol Pete, Now these players, could never be beat, Isiah, and Iceman too, Just give 'em the ball, and then you talk up too, Dantley and Wilkins are on the scene, And Ralph Sampson is really mean, Bill Russell didn't take no junk, and Darryl Dawkins got a monster dunk, Tell me, were you in the joint?, The night Wilt scored 100 points, Or when Celtics won titles back-to-back, And didn't give nobody, no kind of slack, Or when Dr. J shook the whole damn team, With moves that came right out of a dream, Or when, Willis Reed stood so tall, Playing D with desire, it's Basketball, Chorus

Everything Is Fair

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Low End Theory"
chorus (George Clinton from Funkadelic's Let's Take It to the People ): Everthing is fair when you're livin in the city (8X) Q-Tip: Lookin at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane Barely knows her name, struck by fame She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends Rollin down the block, checkin out the spots She winks at the cops, always give her props She knows she's the woman, can't nobody touch her Hangs out for the loot, makes her papes from the gutter Tried to make my moves on Miss Lane, she called me young boy Told her not to dis me I just want to be your love toy You young boy, my love toy, I doubt that very highly Just because you rhyme don't mean I'll let you try me Business oriented, egos never dented Always sweet scented, if it's business, she meant it Distractions never hurt, always did the work Always was alert, she never got jerked Queen of the feats, thrive to compete Love the funky beats while she drive down the street She was justified, couldn't get a job Had to feed her family, so she had to play, then rob Pullin out the ooh wop, listenin to doo-wop You don't have to say a word (gunshots)That's all ya heard chorus(4X) She's not a big kahuna, wish I met her sooner Instead, I met her later, my love is much greater Put me on her roster, to rid her of imposters And to sell the buddah for the sexy drug ruler Love is my motive, now I'm drug promotive Plus I needed duckets to fill up my buckets Supplied me with the squeezy to make my life easy Now I'm missing action for this fatal attraction But don't you let me catch you with your joint up in these bitches And don't you even dare to plan a plot upon my riches Cuz if you play me out, I think I'll let ya be I'll be damned if I let a brotha try to gas me I played my cards well, try to live swell For the G, I would sell, cuz I was deep in hell But then I really wasn't, she had a fly cousin Who would give me booty on the side of my cutie Elaine, she kinda new, that I would do the do But she didn't tear, I did my work with care That's all that really mattered, he money never splattered As long as she was paid, she was in the shade You can't really blame her for holdin on a flamer Society taught her, but they didn't tame her A ten clip salute, hunny heres a troop She will never stop until she reach the top Top, top...

It's Yourz

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Forever"
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean What's your wish Wanna Kringle like Kris Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz [Chorus:] [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] The world in the palm of your hand [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] Twenty-three million of useful land [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] The seed and the black wo-man [All] It's Yourz! [RZA] Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan [All] It's Yourz! (2X) [Verse Two: U-God] Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats The night is right, I might find me a suite It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season Honey eye-ballin down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors Never mind the laws, cause tonight [All] It's Yourz [Verse Three: RZA] Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog [Verse Four: Inspectah Deck] It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 [Chorus] [Verse Five: Ghostface] Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight We hold a belt Son, that's my word Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it I think like the man behind a register Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade Avenging eagle crooks rock the 'W' and 'Spiegel' books Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break [Chorus: latter 1/2]

Los Angeles

ATMOSPHERE "Seven's Travels"
[Flight Announcement] "Flight 101, Super Jet service for Pittsburgh and Los Angeles will depart from Gate 12. Passengers may proceed into the gate area for checking..." [faded out echoing] [Slug] (Oh yeah) Los Angeles, hot and bothered Helicopters watch their daughters play parking lot soccer A whole lot of love from the target's hide Got a soul looking for a magic carpet ride Environment, perfect for a hustle Many people are distracted by the puzzle And while they're not lookin', the angel got tooken Welcome to the gray space between fingerprinting and booking Do your best 'cause the lesson is love It's enough to keep your head up, another day to get up Wake up, and let the sun shine through the smog Free the dialogue 'til everyone believes in God L.A., to some it's hell, to some it's play Pay the cover charge and watch what you say The Barbie doll's caught, body parts come off And I think she's a he...STOP, look at how it walks They got the weirdoes, the talent, the beautiful An arm and a leg for a one-story cubicle And if the heat don't beat you, the pigs will Everyone's relaxed, but no one can sit still Los Angeles... I love it, I love it... (Lips Glisten... believe 'em.) "Ooh California highway... California my way."

Roster

JAHEIM "The Makings Of A Man"
Your number one one one Your number one on my roster Oh baby don't you know you are (you are) [Verse 1:] The kind that doesn't mind to spend the time And gets good love from me And doesn't make demands and understands that I need room to breathe Her famous name and crazy ghetto love making she's a freak She's knows I like to switch it up With different flavors of the week But she hates it when she's on the bench Cause she play to win She wants the ring She wants everything She's the center of my team so I guard her heart Let's just keep it moving forward and you'll always start [Hook:] You play your position well And it aint hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster [Verse 2:] The kind that likes to shop expensive things Her style is so unique She qualifies free agency but she chose to play for me And I can trust her in the clutch ANd all the time she's all I need And no I never said this to you girl You're my MVP She hates it when she's on the bench Cause she plays to win She wants the ring She wants everything She's the center of my team so I guard her heart Let's just keep it moving forward and you'll always start [Hook:] You play your position well And it aint hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster [Bridge:] The game's been good to me She's my lucky number 23 And I think it might be time to retire your jersey No more team second string It's time for some one on one It's safe to say my player days are done [Hook:] You play your position well And it aint hard to tell That you're the number one on my roster Winning player with a winning team My line up is mean but you're still the number one on my roster

Where I'm From

HOUSE OF PAIN "Same As It Ever Was"
Thats Where I'm From Thats Where I'm From Back in the hub we used to drop madel Contemplate in hell The stories I could tell would Freak your mind, and wreck your brain The thoughts I would have would drive most insane The band playin' Rain Gettin' Down wit' Jimmy Hendrix, and Page Make up the rage Back in the Huddle McLou's back yard Me and D was starvin' And times were hard Danny used to roll through Schemin' on the hustle Credit cards and slang and M-MC bangin Leathal used to come with his reel to reel We didn't have no deal But that wasn't the point, we'd Rock a funky joint Then we'd rock another The only thing to eat Was some bread, and peanut butter Back to all the females that beded me In case you ever wondered They didn't forget me These are the times that I always think of And this is dedicated to the ones I love [Chorus] That's where I'm from Where're you goin' if you don't look back What's the use of havin ends If you lose all your friends [x4] Paintin on the wall Ten years gone by Playin on the stereo With the volume kinda low Scheme Team's comin' Bring me along We gonna throw a hut party Till' the break of dawn With the Soul poppin, thats Soul Poetry Chameleon playin bringin wit that team Bring a tab and a 40 and a bag of weed That's all I need G Caue I aint Freaky Trippin for days Runnin the maze Goin down to Venice Sippin on the Guinness These are the times that I always think of And this is dedicated to the ones I love [Chorus] Now times have change And I'm on tour And I don't see my friend every day no more And cause they dont see me They think I've changed But, I the same motherfucker no doubt What's it all about I thought we was people I'm tryin to get mine I thought you had my back Man, I can't understand They used to slap my hand Ask me for a grand And run wit your man Behind my back and diss me If you wanna fuck me first ya gotta kiss me [Chorus (x3)]

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