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Hip Hop III: The Collection (2 CD), Various Artists
Hip Hop III: The Collection (2 CD)
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Release date:

2005

 
Duration: 152:04  
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1
Drop It Like It's Hot Lyrics 04:29 208 6,65 0.10
2
Only U Lyrics 03:08 224 4,71 0.10
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How Come
D12
Lyrics
So I changed huh?
You got a phone.. pick it up.. Call Me

[Chorus - Eminem]
How Come.. we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine.. We been Beefin Now
After all the year we been down.. aint no way no how
This bullshit cant be true
We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!

[Eminem]
We were so young
So full of life and vibrance
side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my side
with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did..
sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours
and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
we grew up, grew apart as time went by us..
and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
much as your pride tries to hide it. your cold
your touch is just like ice.
And your eyes is a look of resentment.
.I can sense it and I dont like it.

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]
It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
on my own album with a deal but shit got worse
fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
worthless bitch that I wasnt with
I woulda hit it and quit
but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved with her
you would smoke in the car with her
coming outta the bar with her
stumbling half drunk
like you were husband and wife or somethin
but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me.
when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth.
Dont hate the game or the player
the one thats changing is you.

[Chorus]

[Proof]
Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch
Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin
and poof it just happen.
But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown,
shady made it so my babies aint starving at home.
See the devil in your glance,
since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence,
thats forever till the end.
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies,
aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
(HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
(AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away,
we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face.

[Chorus]
04:12 176 5,28 0.10
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If I Can't Lyrics 03:18 176 4,11 0.10
5
99 Problems Lyrics
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one

I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "money, cash, hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapper toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough
I'm like "fuck critics", you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
they don't play my hits
well I don't give a shit, so!
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road
"Son, do you know why I'm stoppin you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mindreader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;
license and registration and step out of the car -
are you carryin a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit, all my papers legit
"Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack! You should try out
for lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin"
Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes"
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no Goddamn sense, try an' push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin and
he and his boys gon' be yappin to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin
But ain't nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
hit me!

Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one, Rick!
It's your boy!
03:56 224 6,14 0.10
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On Fire Lyrics 03:08 208 4,35 0.10
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Flap Your Wings Lyrics
[Hook]
Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)
Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)
Hell naw, ain't leavin' me alone, girl (flap your wings)
Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)
Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)
Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)
Hell naw, ain't leavin' me alone, girl (flap your wings)
Drop down and get your eagle on, girl
She's got that sweat drippin' all over her body
[Girl] Do you like that sweat drippin' all over my body?
Yea, I like that
That sweat drippin' all over your body
[Girl] You like that sweat drippin' all over my body

[Nelly]
It's summertime, and I'm back again
And went to VA, oh, got my friends
Say what's up, Pharrell
[Pharrell] Look whats on the nail
Yeah but, let's show 'em what's above the nail, Bling
A hundred thou couldn't get you one of these (Not one of these)
I guarantee it ain't a flaw on one of these (One of these)
Two hundred thou, couldn't get you in the league
Get three hundred thou, you couldn't even buy the keys
I think you need to add 50 more G's
Now, shall I proceed?
[Ladies] Yes, indeed (Ho)
I need to see you take it down to the floor
Spread your wings, if you real, ma, fly real low
Pause for a second ma, grind real slow
And if you do it right
All day we'll go (Ho)
I talk a lil' Fred Seigal girl (Seigal, girl)
Bonnie and Judy Lee with your bag all beaded, girl
Apple bottom pair underneath it
You talkin' like you don't need it
I can tell you see it
I like that in you
I don't see nothin wrong
Drop down and get your eagle on (Whoa)

[Hook]

[Nelly] Now, what's next to trenscend up in this party
OPP time, now let's get naughty
You take babygirl, and I'ma take shorty
With the sweat drippin' all over her body
We gone move if you wanna (Oh)
Groove if you wanna (Oh)
Throw your nose up, ma, and get rude if you wanna
Ain't got nothin' to lose, nor to prove
Babygirl soaked like she just got out of the pool (Eh)
I know you're thirsty, ma
Go ahead and order whatchu want
Some call it trickin', go ahead and call it whatchu want
I came to ball, I ain't come out here to front
Cause the black caught the pick-up with the gray car warrant
Attractiveness
Got me attackin' this
I'm so fabulous
Glutious maximus
She wanna fly south for the winter (For the winter)
I might just go down south just to win her (Just to win her)
Hell naw, she ain't gone leave me alone
Makin' plans for us to be at home
Take your pants off, ma, you can leave your panties on
But, first drop down and get your eagle on (Oh)

[Hook]

[Nelly]
From the girls with skinny waists to girls heavy set
Come on
Flap your wings
Come on
Flap your wings
To the girls with extensions to the girls with dreads
Come on
Flap your wings
Come on
Flap your wings
From the girls got it good livin' in the suburbs
Come on
Flap your wings
Come on
Flap your wings
To the ones in the ghetto with their hands on their curves
Come on
Flap your wings
Come on
Flap your wings
04:05 208 6,05 0.10
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Through The Wire Lyrics 03:44 192 4,75 0.10
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Don't Say Nuthin Lyrics 03:37 208 5,17 0.10
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Poppin' Them Thangs Lyrics 04:02 192 5,42 0.10
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Where Th Ehood At
DMX
Lyrics 03:41 192 5,00 0.10
12
Gimme Some More Lyrics
Yeah, as a shorty, playing in the front yard of the crib, I fell down and I bumped my head. Somebody helped me up and asked me if I bumped my head. I said, "Yeah." So then they said, "Oh, so that means you're gon', you're gon' switch it on 'em." I said, "Yeah, Flipmode. Flipmode is the greatest." Knowing as a shorty, I was always told that if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest, I gotta be the greatest myself.

Come on, come on, yeah, come on.
Yeah, nigga, what? What a surprise.
Get you something, make a nigga close both of your eyes.
All my niggas getting money, capitalize.
Die, little small guy. We gonna rise.
Everything a nigga touch platinumize.
Fully equipped, you know we come with all the supplies.
Got a big gun and I'm-a show you the size
You fuck with any of my Flipmode family ties.
Me and my niggas be coming through, stalking you out,
Killing off any and every thing you talking about.
Seen you in the club, now we walking you out.
Should've thought twice 'fore you went and opened your mouth.
Yo, anyway we stay keeping it moving.
Fucking with the wrong nigga, hope you know what you're doing.
Now blame me, all the same niggas is lame.
It's not a game, make a name, still splitting your frame.

Y'all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more.
Y'all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more.
Yo, Spliff, where the weed at?
Gimme some more.
I know you niggas need that.
Gimme some more.
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more.
With the cars and the big cribs.
Gimme some more.
Everybody spread love.
Gimme some more.
If you want it, let me hear you say it.
Gimme some more.

Flash with a rash, gimme my cash, flicking my ash,
Running with my money, son, go out with a blast.
Do what you want, a nigga's cutting the corner.
You fucking up the order, go ahead and meet the reporter.
Yo, she's telling news on how you switched to a bitch,
A little fake, funny style, nigga, chill with the snitch.
So now I pass you in the street, I don't got nothing to ask you.
Make a little room for me and all my niggas to pass through.
Cartier, Sidney Poitier, hooray shit,
What with all of my niggas from around the way, shit.
When I come through, you niggas know I do my thing,
Bring more shit to generate money. Chi-ching!
Arrest you lyrically, flow and caress you,
Bless you, then a nigga come to the rescue.
While you assume a nigga blossom and bloom,
I'm coming soon, hit you with the boom, gimme some room.

Y'all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more.
Y'all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more.
Hey, Spliff, where the weed at?
Gimme some more.
I know you niggas need that.
Gimme some more.
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more.
With the cars and the big cribs.
Gimme some more.
Everybody spread love.
Gimme some more.
If you want it, let me hear you say it.
Gimme some more.

Yo, yo, live nigga shit. Know what I mean?
I represent while we getting money and reign supreme.
Hope you niggas know we coming through full steam.
Can't see me, better turn on your high beam.
All my niggas, while I'm ringing the sireen,
Flipmode be the glory niggas on my team.
Never should you ever try to fuck with my cream.
I OD when my shit get all in your bloodstream.
Every time we be ripping, they be blowing it down,
Blowing you off, fucking with the hottest niggas around.
Like it's when me and people run through your town,
Holding it down, taking a while, and then gimme my crown.
Hey, yo, all my people need to come and surround.
A nigga be hitting so much I'll make you fall on the ground.
Sure to make you shout, that's what we be all about,
Turning you out, making all of you niggas fall out.

Y'all niggas had enough?
Gimme some more.
Y'all niggas want the wild shit?
Gimme some more.
Hey, Spliff, where the weed at?
Gimme some more.
I know you niggas need that.
Gimme some more.
Even though we getting money you can
Gimme some more.
With the cars and the big cribs.
Gimme some more.
Everybody spread love.
Gimme some more.
If you want it, let me hear you say it.
Gimme some more.
02:40 176 3,18 0.10
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Rollout (my Business) Lyrics 04:44 224 7,39 0.10
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Mesmerize Lyrics 04:41 192 6,01 0.10
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Girls Lyrics 03:30 192 4,48 0.10
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Locked Up Lyrics
you're real gay about pussy.
your bitch has got you looking in a magazine for clothes.
homo. all I'm buying a bitch is a bag of shit to choke on.
you better get that bitch to suck you - you queer trick,
you rogue spear, your bitch's handbag full of money.
she's in your wallet all the way up to the elbow.
04:10 208 6,13 0.10
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Hush Lyrics 03:37 192 4,61 0.10
18
Let's Get It Started Lyrics 03:39 224 5,73 0.10
19
Hey Ya! Lyrics 04:02 208 5,98 0.10
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Forgot About Dre Lyrics 03:44 208 5,15 0.10
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Mo Meny Mo Problems Lyrics 04:16 224 6,50 0.10
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Get Ur Freak On Lyrics
Head banga, hit me
Hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me
Yeah, hit me
Gimme some new shit, yeah
Gimme some new shit, yeah
Gimme some new shit, yeah
Gimme some new shit

Missy be puttin' it down
I'm the hottest 'round
I told y'all mother-ooh
Y'all can't stop me now
Listen to me now
I'm lasting twenty rounds
And if you want me (nigga) then come and get me now
Is you with me now?
Then biggie-biggie-bounce
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
(Holla) People sing around
Now people gather 'round
Now people jump around

Chorus:
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur freak on
Go, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur, get ur freak on

Chorus

Who's that bitch?
People you don't know
Me and Timbaland been hot since twenty years ago
What the dealio?
Now what the drilly, yo
If you wanna battle then (nigga) let me know
Holla, gotta feel me son
Let me throw you some
People here I come
Now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun

Chorus (2x)

Quiet!!
Shhh, hush your mouth
Silence when I spit it out, {spit sound} in your face
Open your mouth, give you a taste
Holla, ain't no stoppin' me
Copywritten, so don't copy me
Y'all do it, sloppy-ly
And y'all can't come close to me
I know you feel me now
I know you hear me loud
I scream it loud and proud
Missy gon' blow it down
People gon play me now, in and out of town
Cause I'm the best around with the crazy style

Chorus (2x)
03:30 224 5,38 0.10
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Nuthin' But A G Thang Lyrics 03:59 240 6,71 0.10
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Doggy Dogg World Lyrics
Intro:

We'd like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherfucker and my name is Taa-Dow
Y'all niggaz know who I am y'all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y'all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I'm hearin motherfuckers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain't no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do'
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn't learnt
It's the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i'm back (why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what's goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherfuckin hoes
Seakin of hoes, I'll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You'se a flea and i'm the big Dogg
I'll scratch you off"my balls with my motherfuckin paws
Y'alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I'm comin from it's still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

Chorus:

It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World
It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg's World

Verse Two: Kurupt

Well if you give me ten bitches then I'll fuck all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don't slip, I'm fo' to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain't that somethin, talk shit and I'm dumpin
I had your whole fuckin block bumpin
Don't sweat, but check the tecnique, I'm unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this"Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm coming through
One-two, three, you can't see me
I'o a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A fuckin menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
Kt's on again, it's on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I'm comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
(All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I'm dishin out blues, I'm upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the ncme's often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the fuck of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it's unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it's manditory that I kick it
Check it, I'm runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it's on, I'm head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9's for some action
You really don't know, do you, you fuckin wit a hog
You can't do me, I'm goin out looney like O-Dog

Chorus

Verse Three: Daz

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (all night long)
Tell when (till the early morn)
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (for the)
The Dogg Pound clique (to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

Figgity Daz out of the motherfuckin cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I'm still screamin that (bitches ain't shit)
Now i'm the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I'm from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic till the day that I die

Chorus
04:05 224 6,15 0.10
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Doin It Lyrics 04:51 208 7,23 0.10
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Do You See Lyrics 04:00 208 5,71 0.10
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Don't Leave Me Lyrics 05:12 208 7,54 0.10
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No Woman No Cry Lyrics 04:19 192 5,82 0.10
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No Scrubs
TLC
Lyrics
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fine
And is also known as a buster
Always talkin' about what he wants
He just sits on his broke ass
So (no)

I don't want your number(no)
I don't want to give you mine and(no)
I don't want to meet you nowhere(no)
I don't want none of your time and(no)

*Chorus*
I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Tryin' to holler at me
I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hanging out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Tryin' to holler at me

But a scrub is checkin' me
But his game is kinda week
And I know that he can not approch me
Cuz I'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash
Can get wit' a deadbeat ass
So (no)

I don't want your number(no)
I don't want to give you mine and(no)
I don't want to meet you nowhere(no)
I don't want none of you time(no)

Repeat chorus

If you don't have a car and you're walking
Oh yes son I'm talking to you
If you live at home wit' your momma
Oh yes son I'm talking to you
If you have a shorty, but you don't show love
Oh yes son I'm talking to you
Wanna get wit' me, but no money
Oh no I don't want no

No scrub
Scrub
Nnnoooo
No scrub
Scrub
Nnnoo no no
No scrub
Nnnoo
No no

Repeat chorus 4x
03:36 224 5,49 0.10
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It Was A Good Day Lyrics
[Break me]
[Shit..]
[Yo..]

Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do'
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which court, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
and now i am yelling dominoes
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day

Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.

Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the shit
What the fuck am I thinking about?
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Somethin' 4 Da Honeyz Lyrics 04:35 192 5,82 0.10
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Fxxx The Police Lyrics 05:44 224 8,95 0.10
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Public Enemy No 1 Lyrics 04:42 224 7,17 0.10
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I Wish Lyrics
"Hey this is radio station WSKEE
We're taking calls on the wish line
Making your wacky wishes come true,"

Hello?

I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a '64 Impala

I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could get with Leoshi
'Cause she don't know me, but yo, she's really fine
You know I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme of ways to make her mine
'Cause I know she's livin' phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with that?
'Cause when it comes to playing basketball
I'm always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all

So I just lean upon the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men ball
Dag y'all! I never understood
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats

I tell 'em scat, skittle, ski-bobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put in the hospital for talkin' that mess
I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name

Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out, she said I wasn't her type

I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a '64 Impala

I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a '64 Impala

I wish I had a brand-new car
So far, I got this hatchback
And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at
And when I'm in my car I'm laid back
I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
But that's flat

And do you really wanna know what's really whack?
What?
See I can't even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is the bomb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really tho' on figero
When I'm in my car I can't even get a "hello,"

Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
Well then I'm gonna have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it's hard to survive
Livin' in a concrete jungle and
These girls just keep passin' me by

She looks fly...
She looks fly...
Makes me say my, my, my

I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a '64 Impala

I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a '64 Impala

I wish I was a little bit taller...
I wish I was a baller...
I wish I was a little bit taller, y'all
I wish I was a baller

Hey, I wish I had my way
'Cause everyday would be a Friday
You could even speed on the highway
I would play ghetto games
Name my kids ghetto names
Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
Yo, you know that's on the real

So if you're down on your luck
Then you should know just how I feel
'Cause if you don't want me around
See, I go simple, I go easy
I go Greyhound

Hey you, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Ah, yes
Ain't that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that

I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a '64 Impala

I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a '64 Impala


I wish
I wish
I wish...
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Jump Around Lyrics
[Everlast]
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin
I won't tear my sack up, punk you better back up
Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up
Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling
Muggs in a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe
Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes
than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop
Sho' 'nuff, I got props
From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around! (3X)
Jump up, jump up and get down!
Jump! (17X)

I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none
If you come to battle bring a shotgun!
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death
Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath
I got the skills, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around! (3X)
Jump up, jump up and get down!
Jump! (17X)

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and yo and I might switch
it up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya
I came to get down, I came to get down
So get out your seat and jump around!

Jump around! (3X)
Jump up, jump up and get down!
Jump! (33X)

Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe.. DeBerg.. Dakota!
Grab your bozack, punk!
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