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REDMAN lyrics - Muddy Waters

Welcome (Interlude)

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(DJ SAYWHAT) Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers At 1-800-DIKINYABOOTY [Redman] Welcome That's 1-800-dick-in-ya-boo-tay!! [Redman] Welcome *ringing phone is answered* Aiyyo this is Mad Duke callin from Da Bricks I'm on the block with Uncle Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick gettin my smoke on, for you onionhead motherfuckers Hi this K-Spark from the Al Parks, dammmn! Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six Funk Doctor Spock tape As we take y'all minds on another journey, through the darkside We uplift you! Def Squad force comin through with the ruckus Jammin for all knotty-headed peasy motherfuckers, ahh And for funky bitches, we got a funky thing for you I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (as I kiss the sky) I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (as I kiss the sky) Bomb troll, funkier than Haitian underarms Represent Jersey, the land of firearms Hotwired cars, emptying cigars Afros, mofo's, on knees with momo's It's nasty as I come my shit be douche I used to be the chief instructor for Bruce Choose your weapon -- A FATALITY Line your crew up now -- BABALITY In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggaz all in my mix On some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick! Nuts alert, first sound de alarm on de expert My network, operate sharper than a Gilette works Off the corner style Blinds in Knightening Armor About more Facts of Life than Tudy or Blair Warner Chi-Town where you at (we got your back) D.C. where you at (we got your back) My crew Come Strapped like MC Eiht with nickel plates Gettin mad Dead Presidents ask Lorenzo Tate Ahh, gettin loot rollin craps in the yard Can't be scarred by media, SO FUCK THE MEDIA Most MC's are terrible, unbearable Couldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebral Ahh no need to... act like he's shittin Man you're funnier than Ed Griffith, it's Red's kitchen My infrared's missin, damn I'm slippin I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in

Ho But You Can't Help It

TRICK DADDY "Based On A True Story"
(feat. Buddy Roe) Beep! [Trick Daddy] I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga never give you shit Biotch Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho Getting money by at the pak Jam, by the back door Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock Pussy all big and wet, looking good and shit Smelling like dead fish And every week it's the same shit you and that lil shit And every time I see you, you got to have dick You wants mo' respect You gets no respect And all you want is some hardcore sex 1, 2, 3, yes you know 4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole Back-to-back from the back, head and all Doo-doo brown and licked his hairy ass balls In the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys What I'm thinking 'bout honey bun (honey bun) You got the nigga running up in you Shake it like 'Naww, I'm not trying to do you' No good freak, is the same but I love you I'm off in you skin-deep motherfucker let's do it again sometimes you like that, huh The next nut going out for your grandma You'se a ho but you can't help it 'cause you don't know it I figure you'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it Oh, Oh, Ho You'se a hoe but you can't help it, 'cause you don't know it [Buddy Roe] Stupid bitch you done dropped out of high school But who's the fool You'se a prime example You met a nigga named Mike at the nice Lexus lane looking like grands for the night Times are hard, you scared, your rent is due It aint no limit to the shit you do You making records in the studio Telling me it aint who you know it's who you blow Sheit, I'll hit you up for a gangbang Have you doing strange thangs for some small change Keeping it real Fucking with the wrong pops Longshoreman on the dock Head, booty and cock You get what he got Shooting tech to his whole cat Took him home let him hit you from the back With tax because it's like that I figure you'se a Ho Ho Ho You can't trust A bitch with a big butt You get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch Jimmy-up when I bust her Fucked her HIV can't trust her I got too much to lose Cash rules Protect the family jewels Yeah, And I ain't going out like Easy Believe me A nigga disease free [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] Had another baby, blame it on the same nigga Reason being is seeing that he's a dope dealin Bitch, you'se a fiend you want dick You wan't much flow, But I can't pay you ho You dissed Trick, And now you on the hitlist I dogged you out, and now you getting dick shit I told my boys That you make much noise And you like getting off with those sex toys A bunch of high school hos at the Goom-Bay* They got they drawers in they hands like it's okay They got all the niggas jockin 'cause they cock fat The young hoes turning heads 'cause they got back Now, they finer than them hos off TV But, they fucking every nigga on fifteenth So I figgaaaaaaa You'se a Ho Ho Ho [Chorus] Ho Ho Ho [Chorus with variation untill the end]

Kizz My Black Azz

MC Ren "Kizz My Black Azz"
You kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets And most of all it's to the wack muthafuckas with wack beats Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothin The po' broke muthafuckas think I owe em something But I don't owe em shit but a 'what's up' for a hello And ask for a job, the answer is, Hell no Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain't gonna change me But some of them are cool, and they know who they are The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car But the others talk shit behind my back The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap Wait to make a record like it happens overnight But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight Then they get pissed when I tell them that it's wack But Ren ain't a pussy, so step the fuck back And kiss my black ass I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage Save the shit for parades And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown And draw yourself a permanent frown Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints Because it wouldn't make sense Rappers doin this should retire Niggas lookin like Earth, Wind Fire People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band It's like a man tryin to fuck a man It defeats the whole purpose It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface A big circus, all that's missin is a tent Because the shit ain't worth five cents So a nigga like Ren'll take a stand To say a real rap artist don't need a band All you need on the stage is meat and bones Save the band shit for Quincy Jones And no more singin on the breaks, please The shit is spreadin fast like disease And for them I'll be a cure, pure You know that I know I'm sure So I'ma trap on my lure Every hypocritical muthafucka that's suckin with the rap Give him a real nigga slap Kiss my black ass Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back Just because their shit ain't sellin and people call it wack But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust Barely standin the light of the lime Life's a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes But they always on my dick when they see me I think beneath that point, they wanna be me I don't break my neck to be in other niggas' videos Standin around like hoes But them other niggas gotta do it for pub' Because nobody recognize them in the club And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people'll stare Quit swinging on my dick hairs And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin And I don't need a crew Because a crew can't do shit that a real nigga can't do So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew How does it feel ot be number two? Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph And move people out his path And that's the reason I'ma diss you Stuff your mouth with tissue And kiss my black ass

Fuck Off

EMINEM "Curtains Up"
A shimmy shimmy go go motha fuckin pop It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistance pays if that holds true Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin' I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like the motherfucker's new at this shit But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal So Fuck Off Yeah With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack 'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin' The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch I don't rock for *Edited* I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pass the joint I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Setta in the Indy 5 And get live with that which get's me high Strive for perfection this much is true We do what we say you say what we do Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo And I get too much nina *Edited* and my glock rolls solo to Arizona I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck Off Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't shit swift we're on the same script Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off (Eminem) Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two Withe boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers Who hate the world as much as each other And I ain't leaving this party tonight 'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy 'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me 'Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms 'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fool And ever single teenager that hates school Fuck Off

The One

BUSTA RHYMES "When Disaster Strikes"
From Blade II soundtrack [Busta Rhymes talking] Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes Never been done before you motherfuckers Tanks and armored trucks bitches Don't get it fucked up Don't even look at me diagonally You better look at me straight up and down Six o'clock bitch, check it out now [Busta Rhymes] First and foremost I'm only here to knock shit down And push ya shit back and completely lock shit down And make sure niggas know how to act The way we blaze shit, imagine if we really had to resort to the gat [Silkk the Shocker] Yeah, we treat niggas like audiences just clap em' down Well fuck what happened before this what's happenin' now For you niggas who hate, really can't stand for this Break both ya legs, now ya can't really stand for shit [Busta Rhymes] You motherfuckers thought the game was the same Now a days niggas in the hood got dabs to shoot down a plane We bloody niggas so quick and so fast Instead of givin' niggas that gat I prefer to put a foot in they ass [Silkk the Shocker (Busta Rhymes)] I got something for them dudes who be tryin' to be too hard A street sweeper and I ain't talkin' about kind that can move ya car I'm a bad dude (Oh yeah, I'm really talkin' about bad) I'm a big ol' problem (And he ain't really talkin' about math) [Hook: Busta Rhymes] To all my thugs in the street puttin' it down with us, come on My real live soldiers puttin' it down with us, come on My street corner colonels, uh, get down with us, come on My dogs who hold they post down is down with us, where you at Now all my people in the East is down with us, come on My hustlers in the West is down with us, come on My Dirty South gangstas, yeah, is down with us, come on And forever keepin' it gully, ya know it's a must I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one I'm number one [Silkk the Shocker] I know I'm the one, I'm supposed to win it No type showin' lots of chips but they mostly twenties Lots of Cris, mostly bottles Lots of chicks, mostly models Lots of bullets solid but they mostly hollow Ya ain't gotta say nothin' nigga for me to dump off Here my nuts can say right hear it's the jump off I'm in the car, smoked when I drive, tear the roof of the coupe off Me jump in the club, make em' tear the roof off [Hook] [Busta Rhymes] To all my cats who think they thuggin' only doin' it wrong The church bell rings only to play ya funeral song You wack nigga throw them lyrics away Before I turn ya to a ghost make angels carry ya spirit away Even though my broad be holdin' a snub A bottle of Cris can end up becomin' the worst weapon inside a club The way we beat you with and the way we come with such brute force This how we party and next time me and my whole crew floss The new boss of this old shit Before ya move me probably there's a million dudes ya have to go get So Busta-Bus be makin' em' run Under studio, every level I say it with conviction I'm number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one [Hook] [Busta Rhymes talking] Silkk the Shocker, Busta Rhymes Never been done before you motherfuckers The one

Bop Gun (One Nation)

ICE CUBE "Lethal Injection"
(feat. George Clinton) At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun. We unleash you a positive light. The bop gun can do you no harm. It frees yo mind, so yo kind can follow. (Yeahhh.) So wide you can't get around it So low you can't get under it So high you can't get over it IIIIIIII, can't get over it Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Well all right! Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Attention all radio station jocks ... Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit haw haw, got to be groovin' jammin' on yo box. Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit The Mothership Connection is upon you again. Ah yaaaaaa, di-dit-dit-dit-dit Yeah, workin' up a sweat, is it wet yet Ready or not, here we come Getting down for the one which we believe in [Verse 1: Ice Cube] 1993, much more ba-e-ya-e-younce Ice Cube comin' with the half ounce Not Just Knee Deep, jeep fulla smog A, To, mic, Dog Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine How much longer will you be mine And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama 'Cause Bertha Butt did her fuckin' boogie with her crew But I'd rather fuck you, boo And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' shit One nation under a groove gettin down for the fuck of it Tear the roof of this motherfucker like we did last night, son And hit you with the bop gun [George Clinton] Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Gonna be freakin' up and down Hang up really late The groove I only got We shall all be moved Ready or not, here we come Gettin down for the one which we believe in One nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now {Yeah.} Dance, sucka, dance! {Yeah, heh heh. And it don't stop. Sheeeit.} Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Aw, feet don't fail me now! Ha ha! Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Do you promise the funk {yep}, the whole funk, Nothin but the funk {Hit you with the bop gun, heh, Buss a cap with my bop gun, Gotta hit you with the bop gun, Buss a cap with the bop gun, hit you with the bop gun, Buss a cap with the bop gun, heh, 'cause I'm the top gun...} Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep} Ready. {yep, come on} Ready or not, here we come Gettin down on the one which we believe in [Verse 2: Ice Cube] If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys Playin with our toys M-1, cuz everybody's gotta have fun Under the sun, under the sun So rough, so tough when I get down The disco fiend with the monster sound I wants to get fucked up when I'm chillin', whoa The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill-in You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best Comin from the West Kickin that shit be occupied, dedicated to the preservation motion of hips Hittin them dips, cd skips but I'm straight As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that If it's rough, make the girls say 'Do that stuff! Aw, do that stuff!' But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun One nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now {Trick! Yeeah!} Jus hit 'em with the bop gun! One nation under a groove {heh} Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now {Get up with the bop gun...} One nation under a groove ('bout time we got down, one time) Gettin down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh} One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now One nation under a groove (now everybody say) Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now Here's my chance to dance my way Out of my constriction Feet don't fail me now! Ha ha! {Get 'em with the bop gun... I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh ... On yo ass with the with the bop gun ... I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah And it don't stop And it won't stop} Here's my chance to dance my wayyy, Out of my constriction (Yeahhh, feel the shit now!) {Oh shit} ... hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! {Oh yeah} Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there! Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Feet don't fail me now (That's right!) Do you promise the funk Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for Ooo, feet don't fail me now .... Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd ... 'Bout time I got down one time (Can I get down one time) [Ice Cube] Do not attempt to adjust your radio There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride As the buffalo bitch go round the outside Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip Got Daytons on the mothership And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close Dog chow got the hoes Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole Now I'll big bang you with my black pole Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike Just made bail, tonight So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun (Ready or not, here we come Getting down on the one which we believe in) One nation under a groove (Here is my chance to dance my wayyy) Gettin down just for the funk of it (One Nationnnn) One nation and we're on the move (Get it on my good foot, good gawd) Nothin can stop us now (Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee) One nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now (Now I want everybody to put together this time ... hit me!) One nation under a groove (Can I get it on my good foot) Gettin down just for the funk of it (Bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now (Uh huh, uh huh, one nation) One nation under a groove (Can I get it on my good foot) Gettin down just for the funk of it (Bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now One nation under a groove (Ooh yeah) Gettin down just for the funk of it (Ooh yeah) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us now (Ha ha ha ha ha haeeee) One nation under a groove Gettin down just for the funk of it (Bout time I got down one time) One nation and we're on the move Nothin can stop us nowwwwww.

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