Oh yeah
It ain't over mother****ers..
Niggas don't understand..
Every few years
Niggas got to get their mother****ing caps peeled back..
Nigga this is westside nigga...dont think, nigga dont think!
Now, next mother****ers...go by the name of cypress hill
K all mother****ing day
[Ice cube]
Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real
Now I gots to **** cypress hill
I got a voice you should fear!
I drink a beer bust a rap and end your ****ing career
You ****in cowards
Never seen a hood high powered
Like the westside connect
Slide me my tech
I got'em
Soon as I spot'em I'm dumpin
Gots to treat these ***** ass niggas like they stole something
I see a joint in your clutch
You're smokin that shit too much
Got your ***** ass touched
Sen dogg you can't rap from the guts
And b-real sounding like he got baby nuts
I don't know why y'all think y'all slick
I don't know what rapper down wit your click
I don't know one ***** on your dick
And I don't know one nigga pumping your shit
I hear you claiming south central wait..
You ain't from my hood!
Y'all hoes from south gate
Coming with a voice high pitched
The "b" in b-real must stand for *****
[Mack 10]
We'll its the hip-hop junkie startin static
Now I'm rolling up cypress hill
Letting niggas have it
Got these wannabe thugs up
Load my slugs up
Hey yo back up cube dogg we passed that ***** muggs up
Pull over and let me out this show no sight
And let me show this white boy
What that westside connect like
Boo ya boo ya! from tha gauge as I spit them
Tha buck shots spray and made them lay as I hit'em (uhhh)
Ain't got the swedish punks ass no mo'
1 down and 2 to go
Hand me a fo' fo'
Let me get my ride on
Get my homicide on
B-real wish he could be me 'cause he know he can't see me (biiiiiitch!)
You should have known you can't fade a real hog
Bringin inglewood small
Cause I'm a real dogg
You bustas wanna see me but you bustas can't come close
Because I'm ace homies with americas most
Nigga miss me
I'm used to a hoe trying to kiss me
Now what gave your ***** ass enough heart to diss me?
You'll come up missing
And sen dogg is so wacked he ain't even worth dissin (hahaha)
You niggas need to listen
On everything I love my heat can't release a dub
**** rappin **** strapping I'll create another bloody glove
Its 1 - 0 and for sho' I'll kill
You pussies can't match my skill
Cause I'm the king of the hill!
[Ice cube]
Everybody in the ghetto, know what you're doing
1 white boy and 2 ****ing cubans
Claiming that you're loco
But you ain't mexican
Listen to "no vaseline" before you flex again
****ing with tha hoggs
You say you bloods
But you ain't nothing but a dogg fool
On tour only rapping to tha yuppies
We the big fish that'll make a dish out you ****ing guppies
So who y'all with?
Niggaz down with cypress can wipe this shit off my dick
Has I stick it like king kong
And play ping pong
With this fake ass cheech and chong
Did you tell ya
Momma that I had to help ya
When sen dogg left your ***** ass in australia
You say that I took your hook?
It must be the white boy thinking all niggaz crooks
Now what? you hip-hop hippies
How you ****ing junkies
Think you gonna punk me?
And chill
And deal with tha fact that you ain't got enough skill
To kill
The king of the hill
__________________ "If you tell the truth, you never have to remember anything" -Twain
(sig by Scythe)
"Can't Forget About You" with Nat King Cole's "unforgettable" beat mixed in there.
from the Nas's "Hip Hop is Dead" album
Can’t forget about the old school
Bam, Cas, Mellie Mel, Flash,
Rocksteady spinning on they back,
Can’t forget when the first rap Grammy when to Jazzy,
Fresh Prince, Fat Boys broke up,
Rap hasnt been the same since,
So irregular, how it mess you up when Mr. T became a wrestler,
Can’t forget about Jordan’s retirement,
or the shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals, kid.
Some things are forever, some things are not,
It’s the things we remember that gave the world shock,
They stay in a place in your mind so snug,
Like who the person was with whom you first made love,
Unforgettable, unsubmittable, I go by N now, just one syllable
It’s the N cuz' the game's tied with the same vibe,
Good times had right after James died,
That’s why these gangsta rhymers ain’t inspired,
Heinous crimes help records sell more than creative lines,
And I don’t want to keep bringing up the greater times,
But I’m dreamer, nostalgic with the state of mind,
The past the past, enough of it aight then,
Nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson,
Or Mike when his talk was live,
Or when he first did the moonwalk on Motown's 25
When was the last time you heard real anthem?
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion,
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme?
Never on schedule, but always on top.
the song finishes with Nat King Cole saying/singing
"That's why darling,
it's incredible,
that someone so, unforgettable,
thinks that i am,
unforgettable too."
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
Minister Judge Claude Frollo “Hellfire” song. a.k.a the bet bad guy song in a disney movie.
Beata, Maria,
You know I am a righteous man,
Of my virtue I am justly proud,
Beata, Maria, you know I’m so much purer than,
the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd,
Then tell me Maria,
why I see her dancing there,
why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul.
I see her, I feel her,
the sun caught in her raven hair,
is blazing in me out of all control..
Like Fire!, Hellfire.!
This fire in my skin,
This burning, desire, is turning me, to, sin.
It’s not my fault, I’m not to blame,
It is the gypsy girl, the witch who set this flame,
It’s not my fault, if in God’s plan,
He made the Devil so much stronger than a maaaan!
Protect me, Maria!
Don’t let this siren cast her spell,
Don’t let her fire sear my flesh and bone..!
Destroy Esmarelda!, and let her taste the fires of Hell!
Or else let her be mine and mine alone!
I’ll find her. I’ll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris…!
Hellfire!, Darkfire!,
Now gypsy it’s your turn,
Choose me or you will burn,
Choose me or, your pyre,
Be mine or you will buuurn!
God have mercy on her,
God have mercy in me,
But she will be mine or she,…
will,…..BuuuuuuuuurrrrNN!!
wow
Kinda too dark for a disney movie but watching/hearing that as a kid, I just remember thinking he just liked when he wasn’t suppose to cause he was a priest and he felt guilty about it but now that I’m grown I know exactly what he wanted from her.
Gender: Male Location: Ontario
but still reppin naija
Still play boy was d greetin he said
first thing i wanted to know was d reason he was dead
more money more problems beta believe it he said
be careful what u wish for u migh trecieve it he said
i see i said
jealousy i said
got the whole industry mad at me i said
but BI said hov remind urself
nobody built like u hov you designed urself
i agree i said
my one of kind self
gets stoned evry like jesus did
what he siad i said has been said before
so keep just keep on doing ur thing he said
SAY NO MORE- A dream- JAYZ
__________________
All thanks goes to starlock.
"Beware trolls, know me and know fear"
Right about now in the place to be
Too $hort baby
Gettin real funky with the motherf^ckin
Dangerous crew, b!tch, with that old school
Too $hort baby, Im so hard
Pimpin these hoes on the boulevard
But Im not here to tell ya bout me
I got a little story bout a nasty freak
Shes the kind of girl you think about in bed
Blowjob betty givin real good head
Bust a left nut, right nut in her jaw
Sperm on her cheeks is all ya saw
She could blow more head than a whale blows water
Blowjob betty make your dick get harder
Shes a one of a kind, a hell of a girl
A trip and a half around the world
Catch her gettin busy, b!tch wouldnt stop
Shes the kind of girl thatll make your toes pop
Every time I used to see her, I would know whats up
Blowjob betty better blow me up
I remember the day when I first met her
B!tch kinda loose so I knew Id get her
Walked up to her said
My name is $hort, just what youve been lookin for
Pimp is my game, I do it the best
Hoe f^ck with me, she dont get no rest
Well after that, I ged the freak
I used to stop by and f^ck about twice a week
And from the very first time I went to her house
Walked in the door and stuck my dick in her mouth
$hort dogll get bitches anytime I wanna
Got a big dick and lay it right on her tonsils
Only stick it in about half way back
Cause if I put it all in, it bust straight through her neck
Niggas always sayin how they f^cked that b!tch
But Im the only nigga that the b!tch made rich
Like any other tramp she loved to f^ck
With any motherf^cker got nuts to suck
I spit game to the b!tch, just like this
Why you runnin round suckin all that dick for no money?
It didnt take long to stay true to the game
And get my pimpin on
But every once in a while you get a stupid hoe
B!tch aint about money and shell never know how to get it
Blowjob betty was dumb
A fiend for a f^ck and a mouth full of cum
She made money for a minute but she loved the sex
So I cut the b!tch loose like a old school vette
6 months later, Im still a pimp, Im still a player
One night at a club, she was puttin in work
All you had to do was step up to her
She was in the bathroom sayin one at a time
Wasnt my b!tch but she still was fine
So I went in the back room, seen the b!tch
Slapped her on the head, said, you ready to switch?
And to the players out there
Instantly, blowjob betty started servin me
Cause the player I am to the day Im dead
I was sittin on the sink gettin some head
It was all so good and much too true
One young freak and a whole damn crew
But then I shot that fatal nut
Must of knocked that b!tch on her butt
She couldn't even breathe she was holdin her throat
Me and my homies just hit the door
My homeboy said $hort dont worry
But that next day I read this story
A young girl died just last night
She choked on sperm in her windpipe
It was on her face, her neck, and chest
And were sorry to say theres no suspect
When I saw that my brain clicked
I bust a nut and killed a b!tch
It might sound sick, it might be petty
But ya never been sucked by blowjob betty!
Beeyatch!
Yeah hoe, yall niggas dont know though, thats it
__________________
Last edited by red g jacks on Mar 15th, 2008 at 01:37 AM
"Caught a shiny glint and thought he finally hit luck
Then a snake in the garden jumped out that can of mixed nuts
Snap it shut quick enough and show it how to lick {****}
Short end of the stick taped to somethin big, still tough
One man's garbage is another man's big bluff
Dog got a new hold, opportunity's been stuck"
despot - get rich try dying
i just got into poker recently so i thought the bluff line was pretty sick, i dont know about everything though.
__________________ In bed, without anyone knowing, Quaresma does a trivela.
well following the theme of taking too $hort lyrics a little too seriously and missing the point of the song, i'd argue that in this line $hort dawg was making a serious social observation on how the cops pick and choose which murders are important and just wont take the time to do a forensic investigation on the murder of a black cum dumpster.
I dominate break loops, givin mics menenstraul cycles,
Street disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle,
and groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova,
you're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra,
packin like a rasta in the weed spot,
vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop,
though they need not to sneak,
my poetry's deep, I never fell,
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell,
It ain't hard to tell.
damn....damn.
and that mj beat just adds to the illness of that track.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
was just listening to this with my friends in the car. we just realized today that we have been listening to the same Nas mix cd for the past 5 years. we'd listen to it every now and then. never gets old.
__________________
Life is short and the art long, the occasion instant, experiment perilous, decision difficult.
people dont know the stress im dealin wit day to day
speakin about the feelings im possessing fo rene
mopin around and wondrin where she stay,
saw her last as she lay, give it another day i say
but the lord he taketh away, now give it back lawd
cuz thats like backboards without da rims
me n my auntie was tight like southwest
before the pinks moved in
now the niggas who own da liquor stores
crack cocaine, pimps and whores
livin up on this earth before a nigga like daddy was born
but dey be makin it seem
that my music n crime are team
but im speakin the truth not dream
so what in the f^ck they mean my lyrics aint clean?
so im watchin her fine ass
walk to my bedroom
and thought to myself thats the shape of things to cum
she said, why in the club you dont make it parcipitate
you know, make it rain, when you could make it thunderstorm
im like why? the world needs sun, the hood needs funds
theres a war goin on and half the battle is guns
how dare i throw it on the floor
when people are poor
so i write like edgar allen to restore
gotta cord, ambilical attached a place that cant afford
no land scapin, or window drapin
this ol lady told me if i aint got nothin good, say nathan
thats why i dont talk much
i swear it dont cost much
to pay attention to me
i tell it like it is and i tell it how it should be
the hood be,
requestin my services
oh dont get nervous its
step yo game up time
these aint them same old rhymes
designed to have u dancin in some club
niggas ride to me, women be all in they tub
exfoliating
with they palm palms
yellin go three thousandd
im in my whatever bumpin what
a hundred miles n runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
summon, woman, come n, sit down
heard u need some plumbin
done and, im in, a swell mood
a rather swole mood
until she told me that she told dude
that she be back shes goin to the store
i didnt know she had a boyfriend so the door
i pointed her to, i said call me when yall break up
i dont f^ck nobody b!tch and never on da jacob
know what time it is
nigga just trynna live
like a nigga sposed to live
if i still drank that malt liquor i pour da beer
on the ground for niggas not around
i started off starvin
now they got me out here bret farvin
trynna see if i still got it
got it? i guess its like the right thing about it...
i met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game
to stimulate then activate the left and right brain
said baby boy you only funky as your last cut
you focus on the past your ass'll be a has what
thats one to live by or either that one to die to
i try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure
andre, got to her station here's my destination
she got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours
took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it
but I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway
but anyhow when in doubt, went on out and bought it
cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky
awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote
and I hope I never have to float in that boat
up shit creek it's weak is the last quote
that I wanna hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done
and we got a new joe in town
when the record player get to skippin and slowin down
all yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then..
fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
so'es that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
trees bright n green turn yellow brown
autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down
growin old...
1970, I was sent through a heavenly
Spirit and I've been deadly
As far back as my memory
Can record the power of God was sent to me
They gon' have to mention me among the best eventually
Pitch Black's the group of the century
I ain't tryin to see death, disease or the penitentiary
When the smoke screens fade, the charade's played
Nothing remains but the foundation we layed is real
Destroy and build, my feelings kill or be killed
Play around, we spraying rounds, I lay you down
No doubt you don't know what it's about
You think you spitting game but the game spit you out
So you ain't innovating you're regurgitating
Poisonous thoughts, doing dirty work for Satan
I leave you so scarred, your corpse rock hard
Your arms are too short to box with God
And it's all real.
Lights...out, so peaceful, stressless
Things used to seem so restless
Forgive me please, see I need to address this
Just haven't been this breathless since I met this
Woman who lept into my life when I was reckless
Mothered my blessed kid, but was destined to exit early
Guess you can say I've been blessed with the best gifts
Reminiscing, holding her necklace in my clenched fist
Hah, it's funny how we move in sudden directions
Dedicated my life to the public's protection
Never remarried cause love's an investment
Besides, I had a baby girl to worry about
That would struggle to blend in
Now as I think, a weightlessness is interrupting my senses
A pulsing tension carries my very frame
I rise up in ascension - wait!
I try to escape, but I arrive at these gates
I see a figure standing guard who invites me to pray.
- Tonedeff
One of the best ''conceptual'' hip-hop tracks of recent times, no doubt. This verse stands out even outside of the context of the song.
Thug saga, slugs burn you like they lava,
you and your bimbo,
get hit up through your car window.
creep on your benz slow and let ten blow from out the darkest shadow,
remain straight as an archer's arrow.
ill spark this barrel,
hit my target even if the mark is narrow,
lay you like a Pharaoh,
wit fragments inside your bone marrow
get your wig flown just like a sparrow.
[chorus]
Wanted for rude intrusion, major operations, distribution,
rackateerin', prostitution, paid execution.
2x's
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
B-I-G, G-I-E, A.K.A, B-I-G, get it, Biggie.
Also known as the Bon-Appetite,
rappers can't sleep, need sleepin',
BIG keep creepin',
Bullets heat seekin',
Casualties need treatin',
Dumb rappers need teachin',
Lesson A, don't fcuk wit B.I.,
that's that,
All y'all, though he was wack,
o come come now,
why y'all so dumb now,
hunt me or be hunted,
i got 357 ways, to sim or sautee, i'm the winner all day,
lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
For steady cash flows,
niggaz'll blast you past the astros,
blow you like afro's,
then little fast hoe$, last all that fast dough,
They splash foes,
red as tabasco,
then lay your a$$hole where the grass grow,
Runnin' wit armies like they Castro,
Them Donnie Brascos' get johnny joe around they last hopes,
keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes.
Body got found down at the back rows,
where all the trash flows, and broken glass glows.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
And right before i mobbed,
i gave him one more for the road,
just to finish the fcukin' job.
So off wit 'cho head, b*tch,
cause i don't **** around wit that return from the dead sh*t.
I'm makin' sure i get you good,
and if you're twitchin' like you're still alive,
homey loc, i wish you would.
cause that'll just gimme one more reason,
to grab the trigger out this muthufcukin' pistol and continue squeezin'.
i don't believe in 2nd ghosts,
you only get one chance and if you slip, then your ass is toast.
__________________ "The darkside, Sidious, is an illness no true Sith wishes to be cured of, my young apprentice .."
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