Your All-Time Favorite Hip Hop Lyrics . . . version Old School

[bdreligrrl]

Yes, elementary school... *sigh* I'm only 20. I was 10 when it came out! Hahah, it's still a great song no matter the age though.
Peace ~Katie
[ 23 January 2003: Message edited by: bdreligrrl ]

 

[Señora Frijol]

^oh, i'm not knocking you. i just cant believe how fast time goes. it seems like just a few years since its been out. *sigh* youth.

 

[Sweetpea]

"and if I was the president I'd paint the white house black"
MC Breed- Ain't no future in yo frontin
I made up my own dance called the sausage to this one. Can't find the lyrics help!

 

[MiNiMoWs]

Def Jef
Give it Here
Excuse me, baby, haven't I seen you before?
I don't forget faces, and I'm pretty sure
That I know you from a long time ago
I was in the 12th grade, you were a grade below
I used to see you in the halls, goin to class
And when you saw me pass, you switched that as-
tronomical butt from the left to the right
And you would give me letters sayin (call me tonight)
Now your face was pretty, and your body was hot
So then I thought to myself, and said, why not?
You can be the skeezer, I'll be the skeezee
I knock the boots, and you're strung on me
But I have to admit, you were a whole lotta woman
You had to be good, cause you kept me comin
Then I graduated, and I left town
That's why you haven't really seen me around
But after all these years, you're still lookin good
And if we got together, I know you would
Reminisce and miss this Def Jef kiss
I respark the flame, and I knew you'd just
Wanna give it here
Give it here
(Give it to me, give it to me)
I got a fat bank account, I'm pretty comfortable
But hey, I'm very picky bout the girls I pull
Because nowadays you never know
If girls like you, or they like your dough
They always say, "Buy me that", and I say, "Buy you what?
You better keep your mouth shut and do the butt strut"
Cause I'm not spendin a dime until you spend some time
Givin me what I want, cause I'm in my prime
And you know what I want, so don't even play dumb
Girl, give me some, and I can make you come
Back to my house at all times in the mornin
You won't have to say, cause I know what you be wantin
You know the routine, so assume the position
I'ma take my pole, and I'ma cold go fishin
Like a tootsie-pop. you know that I last long
And if you can't sing. you be singin this song
Give it here
(Give it to me)
(Oh)
(Oh, you gotta give me some now)
Because you promised me the day that you quit you boyfriend
You'd let me in, so tell me when
Because you had me waitin and waitin for such a long time
You keep tellin me that it's the wrong time
You're makin it harder and harder
For me to control, and hold back that part of
Me that needs you, and wants to please you
Cause I know what you like, and I'll do more than HE do
So stop trippin, too late to start flippin
Before you start lippin, you need to go slip in-
to the negligé that I got you for your birthday
And don't be scared, cause I came prepared
So if you're old enough to give me shot
And if you're bold enough to take all I got
Don't say that you're ready if you really are not
Cause - mh, when I get hot
I'll give you more than anyone before
I'm not Prince, but I'll do you like you never been done before
Let's get together, I know we fit together
Like a hand and glove, come on and get this love
Just give it here
Give it here
(Give it to me, baby)
Yeah baby
You know I like it like that
Of course I love spendin time with you
You know you're my one and only
Ehm - ehm - hold it
What was your name again?
*LOL*

 

[Average Whiteboy]

Artist: Main Source feat. Nas, Fatal & Akinyele
Album: Breaking Atoms
Song: Live At The BBQ
Ahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhh-ho!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) --> repeat 5X
and that's all!
[Nas]
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffin' Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causin hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimmin' in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof nigga I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hangin niggaz like the Ku Klux Klan
I melt mics till the sound waves over
Before steppin to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slammin MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift your mind shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rappin' sniper, speakin' real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch God
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
My voicebox locks and excels like a rocket
Aiyyo it's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) --> repeat 5X
That's all!
[Fatal]
Fatal is merciful and they curse me
When I grip the mic I show no mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
from the seams and hem'up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live but I betcha I'm liver son
So let me get upon the scene and redeem
The dream of a team, and knock'em out like Mitch Green
Smoke some thai weed, flow at a high speed
Rap on off breaks stompin' like Northlakes
'Cause I'm livin larger than the founders of Fendi
An Asiatic brother that many rappers envy
So round up your crew and entourage
And let the God Merciful just take charge
Aiyyo, it's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) --> repeat 5X
And that's all!
[Akinyele]
Some of them said (said what?) that the Ak should quit
But I don't sweat it, cause I'm too big for that small shit
Like pigs when it comes to a showdown
Huff and puff but the Ak won't get blown down
Cause I come strong, rather than come at all and not be READY
That's what seperates me from the PETTY
MC's gas themselves by drinking too much GETTY
And get torn the fuck up like CONFETTI
I'm rich and thick, your lyrics like Aunt JEMIMAH
It doesn't take Keenan Ivory Wayans to know that I'MA
Get You Sucka, if you bite like a PIRANHA
So save them preschool rhymes for the kids at Wonderama
Point blank, period, with no comma
Rhymes so dangerous, call for the homi-cide
Cause I knock'em dead even when I'm at my worst
The only future that lies ahead of them is the lights from the hearse
Got game like a crackhead
But don't be mislead, I keep rappers on lock like a dread
Knots in the head from the words that I said
So get a shovel and dig your grave cause the shit you talk is dead
Aiyyo it's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) --> repeat 5X
And that's all!
[Large Professor]
I grab up girls like jacks
Add'em on like tax, and I'm over like Hot Trax
As far as brothers are concerned a pressure cooker from start
To finish I diminish like a cuisinart
Secondly, I'm sick of critics, who's neckin' me
(Oooh he got an afro) yo, but I get dough
Why's my name the Large Professor?
Cause I milked your cow in other words I hit your heffer
Don't talk about how you can break Rambo
That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo
Propaganda, save it for Savanda
Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra
Don't let the folks around your way puff your head
Cause you'll be the owner of a hospital bed
I'll kick fire out your ass so fast
You'll be as crispy as my man Bill Blass
Aiyyo, like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) --> repeat 5X
And that's all!
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) --> repeat 5X
And that's all!
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) --> repeat 5X
And that's all!
It's like that y'all (that y'all)
That y'all (that y'all) --> repeat 5X
And that's all!

 

[Average Whiteboy]

Artist: N.W.A.
Album: Straight Outta Compton
Song: Fuck Tha Police
[MC Ren as Court Officer]
Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect
Judge Dre presiding
In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department;
prosecuting attourneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube,
and Eazy-motherfuckin-E
[Dr. Dre as The Judge]
Order, order, order
Ice Cube, take the motherfuckin stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
[Ice Cube as Witness]
You god damn right!
[Dr. Dre]
Well won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?
[Ice Cube]
Fuck the police comin straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk mothafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every nigga is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-O
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin swoll off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On ANY mothafucka in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm from, the CPT
Punk police are afraid of me!
HUH, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L.A.
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say
{*"Fuck the police" -> cut and scratched 4X*}
Example of scene one
[Cop] Pull your god damn ass over right now
[NWA] Aww shit, now what the fuck you pullin' me over for?
[Cop] 'Cause I feel like it!
Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up
[NWA] Man, fuck this shit
[Cop] Aight smartass, I'm takin' your black ass to jail!
[Dr. Dre]
MC Ren, will you please give your testimony
to the jury about this fucked up incident?
[MC Ren]
Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority
Because the niggaz on the street is a majority
A gang, is with whoever I'm steppin
And the motherfuckin weapon is kept in
A stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashin' behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you punk!"
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, and I'ma fuck you up!
Make you think I'ma kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time
Smoke any mothafucka that sweats me
Or any asshole, that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin' out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The mothafuckin' villian that's mad
With potential, to get bad as fuck
So I'ma turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
{*BOOM, BOOM*} Yeah, somethin like that
but it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin out a police, would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say
{*"Fuck the police" -> cut and scratched 4X*}
[Cop] {*knocking on the door*}
[NWA] Yeah man, what you need?
[Cop] Police, open now
[NWA] Aww shit
[Cop] We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
[Cop] Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em
(Move motherfucker, move now!)
[NWA] What the fuck did I do, man what did I do?
[Cop] Just shut the fuck up
and get your motherfuckin' ass on the floor
(You heard the man, shut the fuck up!)
[NWA] But I didn't do shit
[Cop] Man just shut the fuck up!
[Dr. Dre]
Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand
and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?
[Eazy-E]
I'm tired of the motherfuckin' jackin
Sweatin' my gang, while I'm chillin in the shack, and
Shinin' the light in my face, and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass -- or maybe cause I blast
on a stupid-assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say
They put out my picture with silence
Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flava
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me, or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigga
(MC Ren: Size ain't shit, he's from the old school fool)
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin' in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb motherfucker with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be the one
That I take out, and then get away
While I'm drivin' off laughin' this is what I'll say
{*"Fuck the police" -> cut and scratched 4X*}
The verdict
[Dre] The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck, white bread, chickenshit motherfucker
[Cop] But wait, that's a lie! That's a god damn lie!
[Dre] Get him out of here!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Get him the fuck out my face!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Out, RIGHT NOW!
[Cop] FUCK YOU, YOU BLACK MOTHER-FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRS!
Fuck the police! (repeat 3X)

 

[alykitty]

Artist: Ice Cube
Song: It Was a Good Day
Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin 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
Lookin in my mirror and 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 park, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!)
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 nigga's 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' Lil' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day (shit!)
Left my nigga's house paid (what)
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th 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 coastin
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day (shit!)

 

[Average Whiteboy]

Aritst: The Geto Boys
Album: We Can't Be Stopped
Song: Mind Playing Tricks On Me
[Scarface]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? Heh
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth
At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein' burned
Four walls just starin' at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigga
My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right
But I ain't goin' out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin', and blood starts comin' out my nose
It's somebody watchin' the Ak'
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin' my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the mothafucka
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But fuck that shit! There's a nigga tryin' to kill me
I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peepin' out my window
Investigatin' the joint for traps
Checkin' my telephone for taps
I'm starin' at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya
[Willie D]
I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin' ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucka's headlights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block?
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckas
Ain't no use to me lyin', I was scareder than a mothafucka
Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick
If it's goin' down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figga'd
I got my hand on the mothafuckin' trigga
What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin'
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep lookin' over my shoulder and peepin' around corners
My mind is playin tricks on me
[Scarface]
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday mornin' I'm in service
Prayin' for forgiveness
And tryin' to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin' at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide
BANG! And get it over with
And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her
Now I'm feelin' lonely
My mind is playin tricks on me
[Bushwick Bill]
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin'
Robbin' little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back, and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin' down, we figga'd
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga I be seein' in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin' them mothsfuckin' B's on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punchin' on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playin tricks on me
[ 25 January 2003: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]

 

[Average Whiteboy]

Arist: Mac Dre
Album: Young Black Brotha
Song: Too Hard For The Fuckin' Radio
[Mac Dre]
Listen up, I'm about to get dope
It ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote
About a young brotha deep in the game
They call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin' the name
I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad about suckas, I don't like the fools
Down and dirty 'bout spittin' my hits
And if not, I'm gettin' my grits
Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played
Makin' much more than the minimum wage
Not a pimp daddy, don't drive a Caddy
I just mack and get all that babby
Dre, you know I never slow down
Smokin' cess until I'm really toe down
Walk into the party, fully perked
Grab the microphone and let the mouthpiece work
I got hype, and the game starts flowin'
The girls get freaky and it starts showin'
And when the party's over at the end of the night
They say, "Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin' polite"
'Cause I'm the numero uno, could never be the dos
A Mack named Dre and I'm poppin' the most
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
And too hard for the fuckin' radio
[Chorus] (4X)
{*"Tell me somethin' good!" -> cuts and scratches*}
I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio!
My rhymes are dope cuz Mac Dre made 'em
And make you geek, every time you play them
On your tape deck, hooked to your Zapco
A little hard, but brotha I'm a mack though
Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you wanna hear
Gettin' twisted, with my hands on a beer
I can't help it, that's what I like to do
Sloppy drunk, rappin' on the mic for you
A young brotha, kinda bone-skinny
I take a girl to the hoe clinic
Get romantic, just like I planned it
Then cut turf and leave the girl stranded
Is it hard because I just beat it?
Not really, that's what the girl needed
That's game, I thought that you knew this
Mack game, and mine is the smoothest
Like lotion, I'm in motion
I'm a mack, I was a big ocean
But no matter what the fuck your name is
Nothin' nice is what my game is
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
And too hard for the fuckin' radio
[Chorus] (4X)
{*"Tell me somethin' good!" -> cuts and scratches*}
I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio!
Come to the Northside of the V
The C, the R, the E, the S-T
Hit Lennard, what will be seen?
20 young niggaz gettin' full of the Heem
It's the Romper Room, and you know who I am
The mack named Dre, so get with the program
Nothin' proper, freaks will clock ya
And if there's funk, then punk we'll mock ya
So beware of the four-door Delta
Get your crew if you think they can help ya
And step up but not too close
'Cause the Crestside! Is poppin' the most
And all you girls, don't you feel left out
And to the boys, I've worn that bless out
And after that we can still be friends though
And if not, we'll be friends with the indo
Romper Room, kickin' on Lennard Street
Mac Dre full, of the Hennessy
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80 though
And too hard for the fuckin' radio!
(Chorus til fade)
[ 25 January 2003: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]

 

[Furnace]

Geto Boys - Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap
Showin' all his boys how he shot em
But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
Cuz real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep
And all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas
Cuz when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills
Although I was born in Jamaica
Now I'm in the US makin' deals
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
I mean one that you don't really know
Ridin' around town in a drop-top Benz
Hittin' switches in my black six-fo'
Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors
Some got killed in the past
But this gangtsa here is a smart one
Started living for the lord and I'll last
Now all I gotta say to you
Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas
When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play
Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches
Ask that gangsta-ass nigga Little Jake
Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign
And play the role of Little Miss Sweet
But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out
and then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas
And everythings quiet in the clique
A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger
And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit
Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much
All ya hear is the black from the gun blast
And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast
Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit
Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya
But niggas like myself kick back and peep game
Cuz damn it feels good to be a gangsta
And now, a word from the President!
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Gettin voted into the White House
Everything lookin good to the people of the world
But the Mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down
like lettin' a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supportin' me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you Republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
Cuz now I got the world swingin' from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta

flair this, assholes.
[ 25 January 2003: Message edited by: Furnace ]

 

[Bi KaNd*E* RaVeR]

When i first saw this.. so many good songs popped into my head... adn so many were already posted...
but this one came on the radio today. and made my drive home!!!!!!!! i was singing all loud.. ppl musta thought i was nuts.
I love KRS-One.. love love love.
Hip Hop v. Rap
Of course we have just accepted all applications and tuition will be paid on
Friday....
You you can't can't be be ripping the mic the mic
Like do re me me measels are contagious like my lyrical pages
Ripping and flipping the mic
From back in the back in the days the days its kinda hectic hectic
When these suckas don't respect it check it. Flame on.
I know the light is bright but keep on watching me
I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society.
Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be
Cause they were taught that serious poetry would come from Socrates.
But that ain't it, in 94 I'll kick the hit
And if I was in front of Shakespear, battle a punk and take his shit.
I'm not having it,
Bust a narrative and come to get with it.
Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live.
The difference is kids nowadays, they got the videos.
Rappers don't need skills to build so they don't really know.
Hear me yo, I'm four times on Arsenio,
Got ten videos, but does that help me flow? No.
That's why when I come to the show MC's act like they don't know
Cause they were too young to rock up in the disco
Frisco disco the disc is like a Nabisco
Chocolate chip cookie, don't fuck with me rookie.
I'm rocking beats and
With death defying feats and
I'm never sneaking
Always peeping when I'm speaking
Inside I'm keeping a statement for police and
I'm down for peace and but not turn the other cheek and
So this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go
Round and round round we go
Two years ago a friend of mine
And Flash is gonna rock your mind
Welcome to the Terrordome, the Terrordome
I wonder if I take you home
E-F-F-E-C-T a cool operator operating correctly
But back in the day I knew rap would never die
Too late baby bwai
Bai in a body boy head head
Head insane in the membrane
Take the train, take the train
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
'Hattan keeps on making it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
We keep coming back with more and more hits
Party people, I came through the door, I said it before
Two years ago, super hoe
If my train goes off the track,
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back back
Back to the grill again, the grill again
Friends
How many MC's must get dissed?
Before somebody says don't fuck with chris
Hey! Ho! Keep on moving don't stop no
Body beats the Biz
Let's do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman
Hey, Erick Sermon, Hey
You you get off my cloud,
Go down baby, go down baby, the gods must be crazy
You ain't fresh, you ain't fresh
Yeah!

 

[Sweetpea]

Furnace LOL!

 

[konsept]

Haha, gr8 post. I flow sometimes, so I'm into lyrics and how smooth an MC is. I feel alot of the old Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, and especially tha Wu. Hey, Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit!.......

 

[Average Whiteboy]

Artist: Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth
Album: Mecca & The Soul Brother
Song: They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.)
(I reminisce, I reminisce) x3
I reminisce, I reminisce
Uh! (I reminisce, I reminisce)
Yeah (I reminisce, I reminisce)
(I reminisce, I reminisce)
(I reminisce, I reminisce)
[CL]
I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
22 years ago to keep it on track
The birth of a child on the 8th of October
A toast, but my granddaddy came sober
Countin' all the fingers and the toes
Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh
18 years younger than my mama
But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama
In single parenthood there I stood
By the time she was 21, had another one
This one's a girl, let's name her Pam
Same father as the first but you don't give a damn
Irresponsible, plain not thinking
Papa said, "chill," but the brother keep winking
Still he won't down you or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without no spouse
Momma's gettin married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother Queen's risin a chapter
Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do
When they reminisce over you, my God
[Pete Rock]
My God
It's so...
Yeah, so lovely
That's how we like to do it in the 90's
Pete Rock & CL Smooth comin' atcha...
[CL]
When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
My right hand Poppa Doc I see
Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father
When my biological didn't bother
Taking care of this so who am I to bicker
Not a bad ticker but I'm clocking pop's liver
But you can never say that his life is through
Five kids at 21 believe he got a right too
Here we go while I check the scene
With the Portugese lover at the age of 14
The same age, front page, no fuss
But I bet you all your dough, they live longer than us
Never been senile, that's where you're wrong
But give the man a taste and he's gone
Noddin' off, sleep to a jazz tune
I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room
I get the pillow and hope I don't wake him
For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim
Telling me how to raise my boy unless he's taking over
I said pop maybe when you're older
We laughed all night about the hookers at the party
My old man standing yelling good God, almighty
Use your condom, take sips of the brew
When they reminisce over you, for real
[Pete Rock]
For real, baby
Like that
We for real
Comin' atcha...
In '92
Pete Rock & CL Smooth
Yeah, c'mon, hit me!
[CL]
I reminisce so you never forget this
The days of wayback, so many bear witness the fitness
Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
Listen close as I prove my point
T to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet?
In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street
But only you saw what took many time to see
I dedicate this to you for believing in me
Rain or shine, yes in any weather
My grandmom Pam holds the family together
My Uncle Doc's the greatest better yet the latest
If we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest
I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice
And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce
So Pete Rock hit me, 'nuff respect due
When they reminisce over you, listen
[Pete Rock]
Listen, just listen
To the funky song as I rock on
And that's word is bond
I'm not playin
Everybody, just coolin
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
he was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock and CL Smooth for '92
And we out, later
[ 30 January 2003: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]

 

[Average Whiteboy]

Artist: Eazy-E
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Song: Boyz-N-The Hood (Remix)
[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit
[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin' bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the path throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house, and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back, and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this:
Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA
[Chorus]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
*Cuts, scratches and vocal samples*
[Eazy-E]
Down B is in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly mothafucka pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead, LA Times, front page
[Chorus]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
*Cuts, scratches and vocal samples*
[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath starts stinkin'
Went to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin' that, I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
[Chorus]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
*Cuts, scratches and vocal samples*
[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round a telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother."
I throw it in the gutter, and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is cut for doin' the crime
For defense on the boy, he'll do some time
[Chorus]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellas start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fart
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
[Chorus]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
*Cuts, scratches and vocal samples*
[ 30 January 2003: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]

 

[L O V E L I F E]

Hit it!
Aww yea!
Yea...
La di da di . . .
La di da di,
La di, la di!
You know what, you peep this,
La di da di, we like to party.
We don't cause trouble, we dont bother nobody.
We're... just some men that's on the mic,
And when we rock upon the mic,
We rock the mic (Right!).
For all a y'all, keepin' y'all in health.
Just to see ya smile and enjoy ya'self.
Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy conditionin',
That we create, so that's our mission,
So listen,
To what we say
because this type of shit happens everyday.
I . . . woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin',
Gave myself a (strech up), a mornin' yawn and...
Went to the bathroom to wash up,
Had some soap on my face and my hand upon the cup,
I said a (Mirror mirror!) on the wall...
Who is the top choice of them all?
There was a rumble dumble,
Five minutes it lasted.... the mirror said,
(You are you concieted bastard!).
Yo that's true, that's why we never have no beef,
So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth.
Used "Oil of Olay" cause my skin gets pale.
Then I got the files, for my fingernails.
True to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath.
Clean, dry, was my body and hair,
I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear.
For all the girls I might take home,
I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the (Polo Colonge).
Fresh dressed like a millions bucks, threw on the Valley shoes
And the fly green socks.
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no!
I went back in I forgot my Kangol
Then I dilly (dally) ran through a (alley),
Bumped into my old girl (Sally) from the (Valley).
This was a girl playing hard to get
So I said "What's wrong?" cause she looked upset
She said uh, (It's all because of you)
Say what? (I'm feeling sad and blue)
She said what? (You went away)
And now, my life is filled with rainy days.
And I love you so, how much you'll never know.
Cause you took your love away from me.
Now what was I to do
She was crying over me and she was feeling blue
I said, "Don't cry, (dry, your eye)
Here comes your mother with those two little guys"
Her mean mother steps and says to me ("Hi!")
Hit Sally in the face and decked her in the (eye!)
Punched her in the belly, and stepped on her (feet)
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone.
Something was wrong I said what was going on?
I tried to break it up I said, stop it, leave her
She said, "If I can't have you (she can't either")
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox
But uh, she gave chase, she caught up quick
She put a finger in the face of MC Rick,
and said
So we can go cruising in my OJ, and what?
I'll give you all my love today.
What? Ricky Ricky Ricky what?
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Yo MC Rick my love is here to stay"
And on and on and on she kept on
The bitch been around before my mother's born
I said, "Cheer up!" I gave her a kiss
I said, "You can't have me I'm too young for you miss"
She said, "No you're not," then she starts crying
I says, "I'm thirty-four", she says, ("Stop lying!")
I said, "I am -- go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover!"
To the tick tock and you don't stop
To the tick tick ya don't... hit it!
Doug E. Fresh y'all, give him a round of applause y'all,
Doug E. Fresh!
Yea, what up?
Slick Rick featuring Doug E. Fresh/Laddi Daddi

 

[L O V E L I F E]

ARTIST: Eric B and Rakim
SONG: Paid In Full
Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish
Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

 

[Average Whiteboy]

Artist: Slick Rick
Album: The Great Adventures Of Slick Rick
Song: Children's Story
[Kids talking]
Uncle Ricky, will you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh, please?
[Slick Rick]
Allright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook.
[Kids]
Yeah! Alright!
[Slick Rick]
Ya'll Tucked in?
[Kids]
Yeah
[Slick Rick]
Here we go...
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws where stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like they all too good
There lived a little boy who was mislead
By another little boy and this is what he said,
"Me and you tike, we're gonna make some cash"
Robbin' old folks and makin' a dash."
They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop it's like he had a disease!
He robbed another and another (Stick 'em up! Stick 'em up! Stick 'em up! Stick 'em up!)
And a sister and a brother
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover
The cop grabed his arm he started actin' eratic
He said, "Keep still boy, no need for static."
Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap
But little did he know the little boy was strapped
The kid pulled outta gun and said, "Why'd you hit me?"
The barrell was set straight for the cop's kidney
The cop got scared, the kid he starts to figgah,
"All the years if I pull this triggah."
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios into another lady cop
He ran by a tree there he saw the sister
Shot for the head he shot back but he missed her
Looked 'round good and from excpectations
He decided he'd head for the subway stations
But (What?)
She was comming and he made a left
He was running top speed till he was out of breath
Knocked and old man down and swore he killed him (SORRY!)
Then he made his move to an abandonded buildin'
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
Opened up a door, there guess who he saw? (Who?)
Dave! The dope fiend shootin' dope
Who don't know the meaning of what's-a-bar-of-soap
He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend rolled back a spankin' shot gun!
He went outside but there were cops all ovah
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doin' 83
Crashed into a tree near university
Escaped alive, though the car was battered
Rat-a-tat-tatered and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets and he still had static
Grabbed the pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic
Pointed at her head
He said the gun was full of lead,
He told the cops, "Back off, or honey here's dead."
Deep in his heart, he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on
Sirens sounded he seemed astounded
And, before long the boy got surrounded
He dropped his gun, so went the glory
And this is the way I have to end this story
He was only seventeen (WHAT!?) in a madman's dream
The cops shot the kid I still hear him scream
This ain't funny, so don't ya dare laugh (Uh huh)
Just another case about the wrong path (Uh huh)
Straight and narrow where your soul gets cast...
GOOD NIGHT!
*Vocal samples and kids talking*
[ 01 February 2003: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]

 

[Sweetpea]

Paperboy-Ditty
Yo, this is how I'm comin' for the nine deuce
Another fat, fat track
So Rhythm D, pour the orange juice
And let's relax while sippin' on yak
Because it's like that
I'm cautious of ho's,
so Paperboy wears prophylactic
I wear a jimmy for the skins
Cuz it's a long trip
Front row seats,
aiyo I know she's on the nine inch
Just to get a peice of the green
But she's an undertaker
Now know why the Paper
is an around the world heart-breaker
Me be singin' first,
but yo, had to have a breakdown
Playin' you fools, so now you know
why my belly's round
Takin' the rap back up
and scoopin' up crowds
just like a steel shovel
Not from the ghetto,
but yo, takin' me to another level
Let the beat ride,
but hold on to your women, G
Cuz now that I'm rich
so many women wanna do me
It make a man say "damn"
I'm finally taxin'
more than your homey Sam
But let me speak for the weak,
I mean the rookies
My time is held up,
extremely for cookies
Just let me clock
this groove in ninety two
Hey, you don't bother me
and I sure 'nuff won't bother you
And ah, you just watch
a brother flowin' like Niagra
Think before you step,
because these niggas
just might stag ya
Although I'm labeled with the black fade
It's gold d's on my four and gold lex,
cuz I got it made
I broke the veto once again
because I had to
And just like Jody Watley,
baby girl, I can have you
Just let me work this track,
and yo, any way is ok
Your place or mine,
all night until the next day
Uh
Do the ditty if you want to
Because then I can see
if I want you
Just do the ditty-ditty
if you want to
Because then I can see
if I want you
Now here we go from the top
Second verse of the same song
With the conclusion,
all should be happy for the ding-dong
It's just a mad park a grip, G
It's like every nickel
and dime nigga be like
"See, don't you remember me?"
A hustler, and it's on
with more hoes to lego
Keep 'em chunky like Prego,
so they can flego my eggo
I have a tendancy to flow,
start off with my own groove
Pick up the mic, and all of a sudden,
I see high movin'
Guess it's like magic,
and Paperboy is the magician
If I was a vacuum
I'd be suckin' up competition
Let it ride again, and yo,
believe I got my own thing
Straight Bahama hoes so miss me
with the chick from Soul Train
And I'm a break my note,
just to show up token
Tote on his ass
when I scoop him,
cuz we bud smokin'
A black man tryin' to make it
and that ain't no fair
But just like BeBe and CeCe,
I'll take you there
Huh
mmmmm Do the ditty if you want to
Because then I can see
if I want you
Just do the ditty-ditty
if you want to
Because then I can see
if I want you

 

[beachboyty]

Artist:Kurtis Blow
Album: Ego Trip
Title: 8 Million Stories (featuring Run D.M.C.)
(intro)
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
8 million stories (x4)
(verse one Kurtis blow)
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps the pushers the sharks and vultures
Things that happen when it reaches dark
And all the things you hear about Central Park
You got to be down,you got to have strenght
If you're gonna survive past 110th
Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity filled
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's how it is and that's how it goes
The city with the 8 and six big O's
New York is a crazy city man.....
Yo, my home boys Run DMC
(verse two Run DMC)
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate
Their attitudes were all la-de-da-de
But little did they know there's a baby in the body
She tried to hide it,but they'll soon know
Because sooner or later that baby's got to show
Can her daddy just accept it as a fact
That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack
Then there's another girl,her name is Vicki
The girl is fine,but sho'nuff tricky
Vicki's fine,,but then she's not very kind
She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too
She's more sinister than Peter Lorre
And this is just two of 8 million stories
8 million stories (x12)
(verse three Kurtis Blow)
Fresh kid and the stories complete
Born on a dim lit ghetto street
Father unknown,mother astray
He learned about life the real hard way
Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry
Spent all his time just counting his bank
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank
Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long
Been the subject of a ghetto song
Poor kids admire,ladies desire
They say water can't put out this fire
Because he's a fresh kid,yeah he's alright
Grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
And you could measure or even treasure
The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
Puruvian rock never cut with speed
And he gets skied untill his nose would bleed
And that was just one weakness,must admit
That when he took a hit he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
You know he started to base at a hell a pace
And now it's a disgrace,he's got the pipe in his face
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
Didn't take care of business,didn't answer the phone
He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
Just to break it all down,you know he's not very slick
Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
He lost his car,his house,his friends and his wife
And basing cocaine made him lose his wife
Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away
In a blaze of glory in his own territory
8 million stories sad but all real stories
8 million stories