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REDMAN lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside

Green Island

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Motherfuckin, ladies and gentleman My style's rugged like Timberland When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon My style flow local like New Jersey transit And I can't stand it And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it I'm from N-to-the-E W-A-R-K, Newark NJ got the AK When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy I'm a Kid From the Hall I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep the chronic patrol on the road in case you're wondering why I keep my izm Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka One two checka And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker So check the, manuscript, man you flipped Put it down if you can't handle it Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get Then next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin and fuckin niggaz everyday Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride So, sliiiide, before I call the medics You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees and cause surgery for emergency cause Reggie Noble's known like burglary I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's playtime I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra I make bitches moan to my Stallone without Sylvester Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60 I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello (Yo whattup dogg) Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly Now sit your big ass down cuz I don't know about this rap stuff There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three goddamnit And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to find it I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick's out That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive That's why I quit my nine to five and got live Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props Hoes, hoes, and more hoes...

Celebration

JAY-Z
[hispanic voice same as Intro from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_] What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker* You a punk I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers* Why don't you go get lost Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin [Jay-Z] You're now tuned into the greatest *Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under Face one up, to take over, the break's over *Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah *Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride if they try to plant, under the seat of my car even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper Rep ya game pros [Wais] We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix Spittin sperm inside of latex You get, no respect like a child rapist Delegate this, men just givin facelifts Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases Informants, heating the spot up like global warming Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless I know you wanna see me wasted You call the order, I'll be in Hell Team Roc sweater and ice water Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident I'm Resident Evil, movin like ? [Memphis Bleek] Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit For the love of sex money and drugs Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us If you was lookin you found us Movin with speed, tried to play Superman ended up like Chris Reeves Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret It's like a story never told, but believe it... [Sauce Money] Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire Show Me The Money like Clue tapes Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin Four shots spin ya like chrome rims Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny *Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin? Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail Got em scared to drop like soap in jail [Jay-Z] Geyeah, there you have it Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever Never disrespect this thing of ours Roc-a-Fella family

We Can't Win

AZ "Doe Or Die"
I wake up to them rapping tunes every afternoon, I'll be home soon I see the board sometime after june. met a couple of convicts, that's way beyond sick it seems they dig my style, cause I be on some don shit. laid back, I ran into some brothers from wayback those that I dig there be others black - i'm real unclear on what he actually says here I don't say jack I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain and without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change? and being locked up ain't the life of me shit is way too trife for me you're coming home soon sounds so nice to me But you can bet, i'm bouncing out with mad props and if I get chopped, and knocked Baby Pop my world don't stop And in here it makes us all the same for blowing backs out five to fifteen see you in the bean till they max out mis behavin, acting uncivilized like cavemen I witness bravemen, that gave inside(?) minds turn to gay men nobody's playin crimes of prisoners supposed to be preying(?) on some low shit layin sleep get yo ho shit banged in hangin who's to warn you outta the hell these inmates gone through from the 3 halves of a four group(?) doubt if anyone is normal and overall it's hard to call who would try to play you one kid from my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel nothing can save you even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know those that are most faithful, will betray you I lay lo-key cause I ain't heard the least try and get out early on work release praying the system will work with me cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot so I rock that ain't my plot baby pop my world don't stop so until that dayi'm discharged and set free fuck who's going sex me, my mind is more based on making my next G now let's see nothing on me as a juvenile no more moving foul, the penile possesses me with a smoother style Blessing my mental with mathematics to map shit, through graphics fuck it, I ain't with hustling backwards So wiser man, with ideas and liver plans more mature and for sure I saw all my eyes could stand sit and try to design these words of mine to define what occurs when you're serving time freshness blurs the mind behind bars, scars are signs of hard times i'm trapping myself inbetween these lines cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot so I rock that ain't my plot baby pop my world don't stop

U Can't C Me

JUVENILE "Being Myself"
[Chorus:] Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique, Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit, You can't hang around, my crew or my clique, Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit [First Verse:] Kirby's round the corner playin' bones with Russ, I'm waitin' for my bitch to get off of the bus, She told me she could make it to my house by twelve, So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves, She came to, I had a blunt to blow, After that, I'ma be ready to fuck this hoe, I ran up in it for an hour or so, Put her back in the bus and took a route to the store, Picked up some brew for the rest of my crew, And a couple of cigars for a blunt or two, Headed for the D.J. Way on Teledonna, Now this area was all about drama, Hoes was sweatin', I had my shades on, Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I played on, Now what's the haps with you and your clique? I don't think you want no more gangsta shit, Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller from the South, Ready to knock any muthafuckin' pussy out, I got bitches on the side wanna ride with nine, But don't understand the way that I kicks the style, But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a nigga from the Nolia, I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm like a solja, Niggas don't understand the way that I flow, The fliz-no is slow, so check this out bro [Chorus] [Second Verse:] I kicks the shit that make them niggas say "ooh", That'll make them hoes say "Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv", I'm from the, wild side of the city, What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Frank Nitty, I'm not the old days nigga that's comin' with the gats, Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? Nigga where you at? Give me a bag of powder, watch me twitch, I might go crazy and wanna kill in this bitch, I seen a lot of niggas talk shit about me, But don't know a muthafuckin' thing about me, So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock, POP everytime I see your ass on my block, Shop close for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick, But bitch how you feel? Cuz you ain't got shit, Niggas wanna play these games and don't know, That I am the wickedest one you know bro, I'm just a nigga from off the side, So what's up? I'm bout to rock in the house, right? Microphone check one two, now what's the haps? It's time for me to put my neighborhood on the map, I'm from the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia, Home of the killas, the trillas, the soljas, Droppin' muthafuckas like an everyday habit, If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it, Comin' from my head, my skin tone is red, Ready to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed, I ain't never was afraid of no war, Cuz where I come from, we snort powder and we roar [Chorus] [Third Verse:] I'm in the Nolia, lookin' for the Poppers, Took me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her, Hoe that I know, bout twenty years of age, A pepper-red bitch with extensions in her head, Now she was the type to put you in a plot ball, Her last old man done got his head knocked off, But fuck I want the pussy so let's see what she's about, She gave me the phone number and the address to her house, I passed by late, she stayed on South Mero, Walked in the door with my three eight zero, Popped on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty, Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me, "Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please", "Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please", Now, if I was King, just imagine that shit, I'd have the Queen back smackin' that bitch, Now drop to your knees and kiss, and you tease, Of that, hell of a guy Mister J-U-V, I want riches, fuck bitches and them hoes, No better than a sweater, fella, cuz I won't let her, Hoe blow my head off, and take me off ground, Knowin' inside that a bitch could bring me down, Juvenile let a hoe trap me? That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house, And I'm on the map G [Chorus]

U Can't See Me

JUVENILE "Being Myself"
[Chorus:] Now you can't hang around, my crew or my clique, Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit, You can't hang around, my crew or my clique, Especially if you ain't about no gangsta shit [First Verse:] Kirby's round the corner playin' bones with Russ, I'm waitin' for my bitch to get off of the bus, She told me she could make it to my house by twelve, So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves, She came to, I had a blunt to blow, After that, I'ma be ready to fuck this hoe, I ran up in it for an hour or so, Put her back in the bus and took a route to the store, Picked up some brew for the rest of my crew, And a couple of cigars for a blunt or two, Headed for the D.J. Way on Teledonna, Now this area was all about drama, Hoes was sweatin', I had my shades on, Ready to put the dick on any bitch that I played on, Now what's the haps with you and your clique I don't think you want no more gangsta shit, Mo I can roll, I'm just a baller from the South, Ready to knock any muthafuckin' pussy out, I got bitches on the side wanna ride with nine, But don't understand the way that I kicks the style, But I'm a flexor, to riggedy-wrecks-a nigga from the Nolia, I'm goin' out everytime when I kick I'm like a solja, Niggas don't understand the way that I flow, The fliz-no is slow, so check this out bro [Chorus] [Second Verse:] I kicks the shit that make them niggas say 'ooh', That'll make them hoes say 'Yeah, that must be that nigga Juv', I'm from the, wild side of the city, What a pity, I'm wild, like a muthafuckin' crazed Frank Nitty, I'm not the old days nigga that's comin' with the gats, Nigga where you at Nigga where you at Nigga where you at Give me a bag of powder, watch me twitch, I might go crazy and wanna kill in this bitch, I seen a lot of niggas talk shit about me, But don't know a muthafuckin' thing about me, So keep my name outta your mouth and you just might just don't see the glock, POP everytime I see your ass on my block, Shop close for the hoes, that used to think that Juv would trick, But bitch how you feel Cuz you ain't got shit, Niggas wanna play these games and don't know, That I am the wickedest one you know bro, I'm just a nigga from off the side, So what's up I'm bout to rock in the house, right Microphone check one two, now what's the haps It's time for me to put my neighborhood on the map, I'm from the neighborhood of the wild Magnolia, Home of the killas, the trillas, the soljas, Droppin' muthafuckas like an everyday habit, If I see your fine, sexy bitch, I'ma stab it, Comin' from my head, my skin tone is red, Ready to put the muthafuckin' black boy to bed, I ain't never was afraid of no war, Cuz where I come from, we snort powder and we roar [Chorus] [Third Verse:] I'm in the Nolia, lookin' for the Poppers, Took me a hit off the blunt, then I spot her, Hoe that I know, bout twenty years of age, A pepper-red bitch with extensions in her head, Now she was the type to put you in a plot ball, Her last old man done got his head knocked off, But fuck I want the pussy so let's see what she's about, She gave me the phone number and the address to her house, I passed by late, she stayed on South Mero, Walked in the door with my three eight zero, Popped on that ass, got her nothin', I was outty, Now she calls me sayin' how she feel about me, 'Come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please', 'Won't you just come back to me, Juvenile, I'm beggin' you please', Now, if I was King, just imagine that shit, I'd have the Queen back smackin' that bitch, Now drop to your knees and kiss, and you tease, Of that, hell of a guy Mister J-U-V, I want riches, fuck bitches and them hoes, No better than a sweater, fella, cuz I won't let her, Hoe blow my head off, and take me off ground, Knowin' inside that a bitch could bring me down, Juvenile let a hoe trap me That ain't the hamp, I'm on the map aiyyo I'm in the house, And I'm on the map G [Chorus]

Mamacita

OUTKAST "Aquemini"
(feat. Masada, WitchDoctor) [Masada] Mahogany team queens up on the rise Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what) The game is hot you could never be a winner Just begun a game so considered a beginner Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nicks This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga what Can't be a joke I've been through too many games Niggaz laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same Show me respect cause it's due, you keep the fear cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you Mamacita, papadonna [4X] [Andre Benjamin] Yo, now You and your nigga shit shaky And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world Niggaz all dogs If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads Felines in heat, meowin for some yawn balls Now you and hear done got to drankin Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly drink and your girl done got to thinkin She talkin bout, 'Girl you look so beautiful' You say thank you bein nice you try to change the subject Want some beans and rice But she's back at you like a pit mixed with a chihuahua how much meaner can you get Don't let her have her way with you she's gonna have a fit You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit here's what you do -- you grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall Say, 'Bitch don't ever disrespect me never not at all' These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause Them black ball laws of balance at all cost Mamacita, papadonna [4X] [WitchDoctor] Que pasa, que pasa Check this out Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda on the balcony, I got a sofa Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much I want ya, fuck flowers The ceremony starts from the shower with the water I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin' ta vanish real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese to get you pregnant overseas Maybe make sho' that's my seed Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single Talkin to you Miss Bilingual Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny Fuckin with niggaz with ageless bodies Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair Mamacita, papadonna [4X] [Big Boi] Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin Bout fo' niggaz and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin but they choosin Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls cause that just what I'm used to I mean that, the first that look my way just gon' get splack packed To the front to the back there's Cognac Got my throat, burnin like burlap Everybody cheezin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like pleasers These hookers they praisin my crew like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie she thought we was some motherfuckin genies So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended Told her, and her silly friends, 'Get out' before they got offended To the Laquinta we went, layin them hoes down on the freestyle tip, geyeah! Mamacita, papadonna [8X] Permecito, senorita, mamacita Mira mira, what's your name Maria Same as mi tia, de Colombia I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia And you don't think I got nuttin for ya You must be crazy I'm out here tryin to feed my baby Lil Bre, can't you see Sheeyit Do it one more time, sheeyit

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