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REDMAN lyrics - Malpractice

Uh-Huh

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[Verse One] Yo, now first of all I'm a kid about money Talkin hot bid'ness and my paper work, runnin Doc in hot knickers like Good Will, Huntin Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin Real niggaz in the hood don't start, nuttin When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin You eyeballin me like you movin somethin Yo' bitch fuckin you with me in the Walkman Slow down boy, you're not a real, killer Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh) Bananas, antennas can't pick up (doo doo doo doo) My crew is Triple P, watch us do it Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark All my shorties skippin school watch truant Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students [Chorus] Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby (uh-huh) Do you like the way the Bricks move baby (uh-huh) Roll the L, let's inhale baby (uh-huh) Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh) To my niggaz that say buck hoes (uh-huh) Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh) If it ain't green can't accept those (uh-huh) that can't roll with niggaz that's petrol (uh-huh) [Verse Two] Niggaz, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin Fuck if you in here on V.I.P., laminates (fuck you) You'll get touched too with the, cannon Around the handle, a fuck you ban-danna Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners That's why me and your broad is on, camera [click click click] I'm sick from a childhood head, blow When systems was pumpin before I let, go The head honcho fall back and pump, fo' Bigger four flows 'til they scream, ALL GO! Now wake your punk-ass up if you asleep Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep Fourteen years old, got TV's in the, seat Watchin pornos of Janet Jack-me [Chorus - 2X] [Chorus - whispered]

Still Smokin' (Supermix Part 1)

Lil' Rob "Still Smokin'"
This is the MCI operator I have a collect call from..DREAMER Who is an inmate in a California State prison To accept charges press 5 now {beep} Your call is being connected Thank you for using MCI ESE, CHOLO! [Butt-head] heh heh he? Who? Damn't, for the last time There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone} [Lil' Rob] It's the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-N Back with the rhyme that'll blow your mind that you wanna hear again Because you can't get enough of the Brown Crowd That is so rough and so tough Crazy bad wicked the worst and when I'm through When I rewind a verse So you could go ahead and try to put me down But I was told don't let no one get you down And never wear a frown It's Lil'' Rob the Chicano and proud one Competition none {beat stops} But wait I'm not done {beat resumes} Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown So orale suvale in the Brown side of town Yeah, it's for the Brown Crowd Orale holmes, this is Lil'' Rob Comin after you from San Diego, Southern Califas Mexican gangster yeah that's the name of the jam And it's to all those locos that like to gangbang Because I do it when I have to when it's every fuckin week And always kickin it with my homies But could swear they're always tweaking But the only drug I use is marijuana People tell me not to smoke it But I'll smoke it if I wanna Cause right now living in the fast lane So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane And when I fight I fight mano a mano Por que simon I'm a down ass Chicano I'll say it again I'm down for mine ese Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete And then I'll call you a chavala As I rock over the jam in my '62 Impala And if you shoot you better kill Cause if you don't and you won't But then I will You won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain Why, because my mind clicks To be insane in the brain Simon I'm fuckin bad to the bone And all I could say is don't fuck around holmes Cause I'm a... [Chorus 2x] Mexican Gangster, (simon) Mexican Gangster, (16 with a bullet) Mexican Gangster, (born with the ways) Mexican Gangster born with the badness Yeah, it's for the Brown Crowd Lil'' Rob comin at you with my own style You wanna know about me look me up in the gang file And you will see just how I'm living I didn't choose nothing because the choice wasn't given to A little vato going a little fuckin loco Was just out of hand, not poco Because all these vatos talkin shit about a homey When they don't even fuckin know me They said they kicked my ass, they say I got shot But when I heard that I started laughing on the spot Cause what the fuck is that all bout They say I'm dead so I had to put this tape out To let these levas know they're all about bullshit And that these vatos got to quit while they're ahead Before they look stupid You say you don't talk shit but I know you did So you put a filero to my neck you fuckin LEVA What the fuck's next? A cuete to my head did I cry? I'm not afraid to die and when I do I die with Brown Pride I got a pussy ass voice so you say But you listen to it anyway You say I can't rap but where the fuck are you Just keep talking shit cause that's what little kids do So remember this line for the first time You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine Now fuck that shit up holmes Jump in the ride Jump in the ride First of all I like starting by saying Q-vo From a little vato con respecto y por el tuyo But much pride, jump in the ride Side to side down el calle, we slide and ride Hittin' the switch's, the paint job is stickin' I'm your puppet in the tape deck because it's hittin' You hear it from across town No dejes que nadie te haqa menos Don't let no one get you down Cause if they do, I'll be around gente I'll turn your frown's upside down with my sound's gente Been doing this since I was 15 and live through night Smoke another like Chech Chong has a nice dream Simon Jump in the ride, bounce that ass side to side (Jump in the ride) as this crazy cholo takes you On another crazy cholo ride (Jump in the ride) I don't really give a shit about what your saying bitch (Jump in the ride) What time is it? I got that A to the muthafuckin' K Yeah, shell's stackin up, I shot about 30 rounds And my 30 round clip, and you can even hear the sound Of the shell's when they hit ground But you know there right down Can't take chance's if you came to fuck around Finger print's on the shell, life in the jail cell With no bail, live the life in hell So I proceed to be the sly, sticked, wicked But when I get caught, in doing time, while putos get shot I'll say It's nothin' if you ask It ain't shit I got punks, who you callin' punks, and they wanna blast me There only fear is when they're liven life crazy They wanna keep me..from rappin' because it pay's me Orale, that's what I say Orale puto, that's what I say before I spray All the fuckin' leva's and I cap, cap, cap And I come back another firme rap, rap, rappin' tale Everybody what dizzy, lined up some levas And I just got rid of a couple Right on the double, I'm nothin' but trouble But when it comes to hyna's, I'm the one who likes to cuddle But right now, the shell's are stackin' up I got my 30 round, and puto's are backin' up I got the A-K in the trunk, for punks that wanna act dumb Fuck the 40 round clip, I got the 75 round drum You vatos can't mean, now I don't give a fuck Times don't mean shit, when my shells are stackin' up I got my shell's stackin' up I got that A to the muthafuckin' K

Looks Like A Job For...

Big Daddy Kane "Looks Like a Job For..."
This is a world premier and I'm here.. - gt; _It's Hard Being the Kane_ [Big Daddy Kane] Nobody move, nobody get hurt And I won't have to do no-body work The minute I come on stage and take position A demolition, where rappers catch a bad decision, huh I start to swingin it, puttin my bad thing in it Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it People'll start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it To show and to prove to the people the man that really is the king in it Cause I take the cake like Hostess No, not the one you wanna play high post with Warm it up Kane, warm as a snorkel Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin awful I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet the flavor to jam and slam the land I flip the script like nobody can It's like they lack the crowd to get live and raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic They're frank with force, cause you know, Kane comes off See me and the mic go together like neighbors And if that's too fast, here's a slower flavor You see.. I.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand.. No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can rip the microphone to shreds Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin For havin a rapper that try to battle will stress me You shouldn't address me cause you can't impress me So don't test me, boy, I say you better move over Yeah, yeah, huh Many people tried to say I fell off He went R amp;B, now his rap is all soft But if you say that on stage, I'll prove you wrong And wax that ass, rappin off a love song Cause with the street in all battles I'm still hard like a mallet, servin competition like salad I'm gonna give you some damn good advice G Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea Cause now you're comin in the danger zone There no man, can withstand, or hold his own I burn a rapper so bad that it bruise even if you put a condom on the mic that I use That won't protect ya, I still can effect ya Cause I flip the script, like a movie director I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm dishin up And people that's still fans, will be air conditioners Why golly gee, I'm the hypest The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous In other words, by knowledge and degrees you gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze A black man, you know I got, SOUL for rockin the track and sparkin the mic that I hold Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound* A lot of rappers today, know how to flow Also, a lot of amateurs turned pro But if I ask for the mic at your show Aiyyo, I think you better let it go! Cause I go in a rage on stage The rap it never stops til I get my props And if you don't know my style, well look here my friend You saw _Faces of Death_ Hehe yeah yeah aight then I'm tryin to tell my competition the scoop That I'm breakin down, any soloist or group And even though, some of them try to play souped When I come on stage, they spread they wings like Troop And fly away, cause I don't play I slay, okay, okay The king of combat, my competition scat Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that The one they like to follow, bite and borrow Lock into my style, just like a Rottweiler So you wanna know the meanin of hardcore Looks Like a Job For.. * cut n scratch Big Daddy *

Affirmative Action

NAS "It Was Written"
(feat. AZ, Foxy Brown, and Cormega (The Firm)) [Intro: AZ] This is what... this what they want huh This is what it's all about.. What Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me 'Life's a Bitch,' but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key The Firm baby, volume one uhh..

Panties Droppin'

NB RIDAZ "Invasion"
[Intro] Mira chulo tu me llamas e' Aqui esta mi numero! The beat don't stop till the panties drop, It don't stop, It won't stop The beat don't stop till the panties drop It don't stop, it won't stop [Chorus] And you know it just don't stop, And you know it just won't stop There will be no stoppin' till the panties start droppin, And you know it just don't stop, And you know it just won't stop There will be no stoppin' till the panties start droppin baby, [Verse 1] Back in the day when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again, Cuz I remember crazy summer nights, sneakin all up in your window just to do you right, Panties wetter than a slip and slide, you trembelin inside, I promise I'll be back tomorrow night, your body's callin' 12-play since the 1st day, Now how can I forget those days. Tellin mom and daddy we was goin' to the movies, Damn girl! If they really knew what we was doin', I know I probably shouldn't even start to say, But every time I reminisce it brings a smile to my face. Heavy breathin and you wisper baby please don't Stop, you know I'm on this mission till you hit That spot, so every time you need someone To make it hot, you know the beat wont stop until the panties drop.. [Chorus] Now play this slow jam; I got ya bumpin and grindin' like R.Kelly, With bedroom games poppin off like lingerie parties, (woo!) Life is lovely, puffin on herb we sippin bubbly, While I rub ya, down with body oils Tellin all your girlfriends how Ziggy got you spoiled, Kiss you from your lips to the middle of you hips, How about that like from the front to the back, And how does it feel to on your fourth climax, goin looney screamin' I got 5 on it, now can make into a carmel sundae with the cherries on top, Painting you with whip cream, you know I want my cake and be able to eat it too, can ya get the hint, organisms got your heart beating like if its on sprint , taking off make love on the clouds, now what's the odds, meetin' at the same spot at the same time [Chorus] [Verse 3] Are you down to make it hot straight up explicit, Wanna lick on the spot no one else dares to hit, You a nasty girl I'm a nasty boy let me rub you down, Kiss you all around you're the type that will be down, You're that freaky deeky like it kinky like that, What you want what you need insist I hi it from the back sayin, 'Aye papi chulo baby please don't stop' as we proceed to make it hot, to the stars at 12 o' clock Lay back relax let me take you through the motions, My genie in a bottle as I rub you with the lotion, By the ocean, makin love through the breeze, Got you rush climaxing from your head to your knees Never ending night we both will never forget, A love seen to repeated on that you can bet, Cuz you know it won't be stoppin till the panties start droppin, NBK once again keepin you steady rockin, [Chorus] [Chorus]

Panties Droppin'

Nasty Boy Klique
[Intro] Mira chulo tu me llamas e' Aqui esta mi numero! The beat don't stop till the panties drop, It don't stop, It won't stop The beat don't stop till the panties drop It don't stop, it won't stop [Chorus] And you know it just don't stop, And you know it just won't stop There will be no stoppin' till the panties start droppin, And you know it just don't stop, And you know it just won't stop There will be no stoppin' till the panties start droppin baby, [Verse 1] Back in the day when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again, Cuz I remember crazy summer nights, sneakin all up in your window just to do you right, Panties wetter than a slip and slide, you trembelin inside, I promise I'll be back tomorrow night, your body's callin' 12-play since the 1st day, Now how can I forget those days. Tellin mom and daddy we was goin' to the movies, Damn girl! If they really knew what we was doin', I know I probably shouldn't even start to say, But every time I reminisce it brings a smile to my face. Heavy breathin and you wisper baby please don't Stop, you know I'm on this mission till you hit That spot, so every time you need someone To make it hot, you know the beat wont stop until the panties drop.. [Chorus] Now play this slow jam; I got ya bumpin and grindin' like R.Kelly, With bedroom games poppin off like lingerie parties, (woo!) Life is lovely, puffin on herb we sippin bubbly, While I rub ya, down with body oils Tellin all your girlfriends how Ziggy got you spoiled, Kiss you from your lips to the middle of you hips, How about that like from the front to the back, And how does it feel to on your fourth climax, goin looney screamin' I got 5 on it, now can make into a carmel sundae with the cherries on top, Painting you with whip cream, you know I want my cake and be able to eat it too, can ya get the hint, organisms got your heart beating like if its on sprint , taking off make love on the clouds, now what's the odds, meetin' at the same spot at the same time [Chorus] [Verse 3] Are you down to make it hot straight up explicit, Wanna lick on the spot no one else dares to hit, You a nasty girl I'm a nasty boy let me rub you down, Kiss you all around you're the type that will be down, You're that freaky deeky like it kinky like that, What you want what you need insist I hi it from the back sayin, 'Aye papi chulo baby please don't stop' as we proceed to make it hot, to the stars at 12 o' clock Lay back relax let me take you through the motions, My genie in a bottle as I rub you with the lotion, By the ocean, makin love through the breeze, Got you rush climaxing from your head to your knees Never ending night we both will never forget, A love seen to repeated on that you can bet, Cuz you know it won't be stoppin till the panties start droppin, NBK once again keepin you steady rockin, [Chorus] [Chorus]

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