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2012-01-12T09:50:00.000-08:00

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Fiend Heart of a Ghetto Boy

2011-07-20T17:27:00.000-07:00

This one, this one so fresh I'm still reading it off the paper man
it's just one of dem' nights you, you know fuck it
if ya'll don't never hear nothing again from me
you know it was said here
right over here

My people screamed for revenge
So Fiend was called upon
Job description was get it on
Protect your mental, heart and your dome
You may die cause' of your tone
Young, black and strong
I was meant and sent
Cause' some of the real was all gone
Since birth til' now I got holes in my T-shirt
From fighting with anybody that wants to see me hurt
Took it needle and blood
Second and first love
Fuck giving a fuck
Blame me not the drugs
I motivates myself
Grab a rocket off my shelf
A extra match and now I'm feeling like myself
Without help I could spot and just kill a decoy
Really end what i destroyed

With a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)

Man I ain't got no million dollars
I'm still in the ghetto
Hear me holler
Mr. 5-0 dollar
Trying to break nobody's collar
Wanting to give the baby something to follow
But shit I'm smoking like coffee lids
Trying to deal with what is
Screaming letta nigga live
And don't kick the door in my crib
I was off he even found where I lived
Now is it a crime to be black?
And walk the streets wit' cha' gat?
To protect family knock somebody off the map
Distributing crack to put clothes on they back
I did it, and still do it if thats where I'm at
But see I'm best where I'm at
Up in this sack right into this back wood
Wanting everyday to be that good

Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
With a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)

Yeah I been facing the depths of hell
For how long?
23 years
And I choose to speak my mind even if its my career
The only fear that i discovered ain't returned and ain't coming
And the faith that I have ain't in no car in no woman
Everyday I'm stumbling to a smarter me
A harder me
Revealing my strength for they try to swallow me
I done read what they didn't want me to read
Learn to need what they didn't want me to need
Shit look I really gotta house full of guns
A couch full of ones
Just in case I don't understand the outcome that life taught
Let me leave you with this thought
Why the lion needed courage and he already had heart....

of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)
In a heart of a ghetto boy
You have a souljah thats ready to die
Now in the heart of a ghetto boy (why why why)
(why why why)
If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)

Why why why

live live live

why why why

live live live

why why why

live live live

why why why

In the heart of a ghetto boy

in every man young man old man
there lies one
in the heart of a ghetto boy

Fiend WON´T BE DENIED ´95

2011-07-20T17:22:00.000-07:00

Fiend SLANGIN´ featuring UGK

2011-07-20T17:17:00.000-07:00

[Master P]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, MP.
But uh, Fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with Bun B and Pimp C.
U.G.K. and Fiend? This straight for all the niggas in the hood
Niggas on the corner, every nigga in the penitentitary.
Nigga, this busta muthafuckin free. This for all the real
Niggas and bitches out there, ya heard me? No Limit style.
Told y'all muthafuckas ain't No Limit.

[Bun B]
You muthafucka, I don't feel where you comin from
I don't like your zone, bitch, your microphone bitch
Your tone switch sound like you wanna dig your own ditch
It's my pleasure to bring the shovel
You been lookin for trouble
So me and C and Fiend gon bust your bubble on the double
Hut one, hut two, march nigga, fire off that torch nigga
Straighten it out like starch nigga
When I'm parched nigga, take a sip of some kerosene
Mixed with promythosene, turn your block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down, picked up my ass kicker
Cause it blast thicker, hose and get off in that ass quicker
The last nigga figured, he had a chance
To make it to that chopper, shit in his pants
Make the murder man dance
We shine like clusters, to leave you in the dust
Cause we tryin, to get rid a all you haters
and you muthafuckin bustas

[Chorus:(1) Fiend]
Boy, we down south bangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas

[Chorus:(2) Fiend] X 3
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas

[Pimp C]
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get them whole for ten, double up for seventeen
Two outta one, step on it to win
They essay's is my partna, mafia stamp on the end
Two block solid, each one worth one
I rock it up my seven and I chop it up with Bun
A pocket fulla stones, hollin bout a wrong
Smokin, ridin dirty, got a chip up in my cellphone
Keep this shit pumped
Get to pop the trunk
Feelin light headed off some California skunk
And bitch I come from Texas and love that shit to lean
I'm down with Dj Screw and bitch it's U.G.K. and Fiend
And we ridin with some killas, niggas bout they drama
Pimp like a wheelers, and bitches like pirahnas
I'm sweet James Jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas

[Chorus:(2)] X 4

[Fiend]
What's the sense of it all?
Pimpin, powder, and pussy tryin to make pennies
Payin off, so friendly to flip with my people give me
If any doubt, the south, in every show today, blown away
From the wrong way, I'm killin these niggas the Jones way
Let the psalm say, he died as a hata
Sooner than later, shoulda pop em since the incubator
My life is droppin heron, at the sharon
Lookin, death dead on
Knowin I was dead wrong
From the sad songs, have you been to my city?
If you ain't got shitty, everything is far from pretty
But I'm one bad fucker that's always claimin tank
Niggas know N.O., dank, and elevate
My rank, what you call it?
Bustin out the Expedition
Fiend pimpin, blowin up corns coke and cat emissions
My livin, resist the No Limit and stashin a duster
Servin the cluckers, poppin it undercover
We gettin rid a bustas

[Chorus:(2)] X 6

Touched Wit It Three 6 Mafia featuring Fiend, Mr. Serv-On & LaChat

2011-07-20T17:15:00.000-07:00

[Serv-on]
Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign
you goin'the wrong way main.

[Fiend]
Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?
Look,we about to go I 255,[yeah]straight up to Memphis.[ya show]
See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens,
we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying?
What you gone do?

[Fiend]
Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain
While the young soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane
Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'
Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke
So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6
Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit
Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you
Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2
I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew,
'bout what ya gone do?

[Lord Infamous]
Infamous I'm leavin brain dust
I'll indanger you lamers like strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger
I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss
I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off
I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes

Chorus: Fiend

If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
[2x']s

[Serv-on]
Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block
Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot
Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit
I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real
Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click
No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this

[DJ Paul]
Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes
I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes
These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes
Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros
Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit
We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit

[Chorus 2x's]

[Juicy J]
I never ran up yo a trunk
Blastin on a fuckin punk
Toxicated, high, or drunk
Try and grab the closest pump
Never flodged on how I lived
Fight a nigga over a bitch
Playa Im just callin pimp
Always keep a cigarette lit
Never walked up in the club
Dissin niggas wit a mug
Always keep my owm sack
Never wanted to hit your bud
Independant on you hoes
Makin more than selling dope
If you wanna hate the click
Nigga I make your body froze

[Serv-on]

Close yo eyes ?
Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that
You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill
Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City
Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest
Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech
Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame
Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name

[La Chat]

Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games
bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames
My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride
We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive
My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won't
Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps
Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live
We kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!!

[Chorus]

Unofficial Video RUFFEST NIGGAZ OUT Headbussaz

2011-07-20T17:06:00.000-07:00

(Da Headbussaz) Three 6 Mafia & Fiend THAT´s HOW IT HAPPEN TO´M

2011-07-20T17:04:00.000-07:00

Fiend, Soulja Slim ( R.I.P.), Mac, Kane & Abel WHAT CHA MEAN

2011-07-20T16:59:00.000-07:00

[Fiend]
What up out there kenfo
This be Fiend coming at like this here here
I brought a couple of my people with me
Fiend, Mac, Soulja Slim, Kane and Abel
A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here

Chorus
What cha mean, mean, heard about
Soldiers got some daily clout
Slangin in the dirty south
What we really worried about x2

[Soulja Slim]
(Peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd
Raw, then a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves
Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream
than the rest of the dealers
Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be from killas
Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin
On some shit that will have me broken, (cough cough),
I'm so high, I can ride, barely need to slug some dealing
No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the feeling
Real niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get
Son or stranger, no love for that studio shit
All my little partners gone, I'll be damned if I G-O
But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know

Chorus x2

[Kane & Abel]
You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the glock
and pop my shots clean up your block
Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain
When I stop that motherfucking clock, Kane
Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect
Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a corvette
like the weed when i lower my tek
Niggas is seeking, pump down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626
Is something you hate cause your boy
just got flipped, AK with a strong clip
In the hood I bust you with the tank,
in the pen I trust you with the shank
My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank
all the way to the motherfucking bank

Chorus x2

[Mac]
Now what yall mean, niggas on my team
they all about the cream
And my enemies, we take it to the street
to get the green, knowa mean
Came here with Slim, Mac and Fiend
I still scream WOAH!
In the drop where my nigga walk
runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota
I'm young and I'm black, I'm a soldier
so he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda
You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south
where the po-po's scout
Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout
won't leave your house
Cause at night, nigga freaks come out
Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin
You might connect the grip
shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship
Like the peoples in summertime agent trip
Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas
do the murderman dance on their enemies
And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me
Woah, slow your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged
I'm psycho warden I stay on my guard and bitch I never die

Chorus x2

[Fiend]
What the world don't know is I'm a hurt
A soldier without a pause
I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws
My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal
Bout to ride explain a million of hostile
The burn feels like almost a step from death
Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breath
I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest
Wouldn't know where I'd be without my god and my vest
Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess
Snort, c'mon the test
with the charge the best, cause I open your chest
God bless, I made my way back so I can say that
Me too whatever, should have known that Fiend believe in payback
Do it for haystacks, me, Slim, twins, and Mac
Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act
I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm with the right change
After soldier consediration, I'm the live range

Chorus x4

Fiend WHO GOT DAT FIRE featuring Master P & Snoop Dogg

2011-07-20T16:56:00.000-07:00

[Master P]
Yo, Fiend, you and Snoop Dogg, I'm comin at 'cha, what're ya smokin on?

[Chorus:]
[All] (Fiend)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(I wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(I wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(No Limit wanna know)
[I said smoke it]
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]

[Fiend]
Nah, I know, who's that solider, rollin longs nigga
Thicker than Monifah, it's I, capital F-I
The keeper of the reaper
Smokin cheba with my colonel P, Snoop and Mystikal
Pull over, I'm takin pullas
Fucked up, can't ya tell?
Take a smell, let me whiff that
Since God goes, you gone
Tatoos, that can only been choked, seven zones
I'm grown, and well known to be surviving in hell
Hangin round long enough to get through the clouds
It's something by (?)
Got a story to tell
Which is, the life of the baddest
Born from ashes, the smoke of dead, of an addict
Got to have it, cause baby boy, it's a habit
Puff it and fuck some pussy, and see which one I grab quick
I'm that sick, I need weed to proceed
Like a band-aid for a cut, hopin to stop the bleedin
No, not the seeds, I done paid for the pickin
Only the green stickin, for the record

[Chorus:]
[All] (Fiend)
[I'm a smoker]
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Fiend wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Snoop wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Fiend wanna know)
[I said, who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]

[Snoop Dogg]
Ever since my first puff, it seems I couldn't get enough
But I just couldn't quit I had to have another hit
I'm smokin green with a fiend by the age of eighteen
I chop a pound to the ground, went cavi on the triple beam
Once upon a time, before I used to bust rhymes
I had to scratch to get a nickel, in order to get a dime
But times done change, now I'm havin mines
And I'm protected by the tank, No Limit, and plenty nines
I grinds to the fullest, so when I'm finished I gots to pull it
I'm lookin for that green shit, boy you bite the bullet
For tryin to sell me bullshit
You know I'm lookin for the bombest weed in your town
Now, I'm a smoker

Now you know what that mean?
Check this out Fiend, everytime a nigga go outta town
Somebody always approach me talkin bout "I got the chronic,
We got the chronic." Muthafucka, chronic ain't brown with
Seeds and stems in the bag nigga. Who got it?

[Chorus:]
[All] (Fiend)
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
(We wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Fiend wanna know)
[I said, who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Snoop wanna know)
[I said, who got that fire?]
[Why don't pass me the green so I get higher?]

[Master P/Magic]
I'm a smoker (Say what?) I gives a fuck if you know
The front seat of my ride, is like a ashtray, hoe
I blows some good corn playa, this ain't no phase
My mood is purple haze, with Franky, Devi and Maze (<-?)
Must age, just in case, fumes floatin on ceilings
Yes, that's great feelins when herbal dealins get millions
Kill the muchies, every time I blaze
Sometimes I think I'm hustlin to support bloods and jades
But man, fuck it pays stayin high in the regular
Mean fiend personally steps over competitors
Nigga have it however, this brain is the bomb
Cause all my tank dogs wanna go to orbit and beyond
So up there on to the lawn, real g's can picture this
Look mom, no fingerprints, and smoke it to my fingertips

[Chorus:]
[All] (Fiend)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Fiend wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Tank wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(Craig D wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Why don't ya pass me the green so I get higher?]
(No Limit wanna know)

[Master P]
Yo man, yo Beats by the Pound, man.
What we get hiz-igh in the muthafuckin house.
But check this out soldier boy.
Pass me the muthafuckin weed, you're fuckin up the rotation.
It's puff puff pass, ya heard me?

Fiend Live Me Long

2011-07-20T16:53:00.000-07:00

[Fiend]
All I follow is the Jones as I reminisce
Reminisce take chance as I remember this
I was fifteen, anti fiend
Never thought I'd make it to music as a dream
All I had was Kevin and my momma Jackie
The pen and pad, and I have a papi
Taught up from the world, that you gots to be hard
Shit, New Orleans is the city, I remember fightin over wars
See, long before you give me the charge I beat my cause
I'm a nigga no more or less surrounded by flaws
I'm all yours but understand my future thoughts a few
My days could be navy blue, and I'm a believe in you
See I'm TRU, because my niggas keep me goin as well
Droppin tears cause I'm the only one alive to tell
And if I'm goin to hell, at least my life is enriched
By keepin family beside me, and they accepted me as click

Chorus
And I'm a soldier in the world live me long
Cause I a got my hustle on and I done done wrong
No one understands me, neither do my family
That's why I believe in you, to see my ass through, my god x2

I entertains my brain with a cloud of smoke
My brother been gone for five years, and this is how I cope
I hope, wishing and praying that myself be next
My girl die straight innocent but because of a ex
Got me vex drinkin, totin my gun under the moon
And no matter how many bullets, bring her back no time soon
I'm tired of departing with killing, all of my dogs bleedin
Bodies every other day, on Washington and ?????
Oh lord, I'm even scary to open obituaries
Gettin mail from cemetaries stating that I'm buried
Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same
If I don't to see some rain, cause life is a strange pain
Bullets don't carry names, but me, it's like short
Now here on life support, from not the right support
I hold your quote like the killer, but lose a G
A small fee for what that nigga did to a family

Chorus x2

Shit, I'm a reminisce like this while I'm in a good state of mind
Now I'll never low, truly knows in no greater time
Down line, I've a lost some of my best partners
Bullets pop us got em cause the rhyme, was it the coppers
Now who is to blame, the hunted or the hunter
Cope on his mind, much as I can and wonder
Was my prayers to god injected or neglected
Question the man if I can or respect it
Serious, if just by my minutes, if us gone as begginers
Split em, we piss on the ground, screamin bury me with em
My lord, you never suffer newborn, I'll guard your daughter
Killing in my city like there's something in the water
Why bother? Because Fiend's strandin heads then I'm gone
And a soldier gonna survive till it's time to go home
Now notice I'm a survivor
My feelings go out to the families of G Slim, and Miss Michelle Tyler

Chorus x4

Fiend featuring Master P, Silkk Tha Shocker & Sons Of Funk TAKE MY PAIN

2011-07-20T16:50:00.000-07:00

Fiend featuring Big Sant & Smoke DZA Type O´Cat

2011-07-20T16:47:00.000-07:00

FIEND feat. Al Beauti - JUST WANNA FLOAT

2011-07-20T16:45:00.000-07:00

FIEND International Jones - GRACIAS

2011-07-20T16:43:00.000-07:00

Fiend SWEET MARY JANE

2011-07-20T16:39:00.000-07:00

I Can C Mary Keep Going ´Round

Fiend featuring Big K R I T & Smoke DZA We What´s Happening

2011-07-20T16:37:00.000-07:00

FIEND International Jones ABSOLUTELY

2011-07-20T16:36:00.000-07:00

Curren$y featuring Fiend FLYING IRON

2011-07-20T16:23:00.000-07:00

Hace un rato que estoy viendo en collabos con Curr , DZA, tal... A un, para mi y otra ilustre peña como El Páis o El Brake, viejo conocido de cuando estabamos flipados con No Limit; Fiend. Un pavo que en la puta vida pensé que iba a volver a oir pero que me quemo su ultima tape TENNIS SHOES & TUXEDOS

Despues me bajé su primer album de la No Limit, que aun tengo original, THERE´S ONE IN EVERY FAMILY del 99 o por ahi, y ahora pondre otros 20 temas de Fiend. KLC & Beats By The Pound eran la polla

Outkast Da Art Of Storytelling pt.I

2011-07-20T16:08:00.000-07:00

[Big Boi]
Yea..
Somebody hit me the other day, for a rendezvous
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon Crew
Let's say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she SCREWED a lot
Makin a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate spots
Not no parks, backseats, or things of that nature
Had to hate ya playa, I'm dickin the hoe down never said I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Daver, made her
From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a snake on eggs in a Beamer eight-hundred-forty
It's foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me
My baby mamma beeped seven o'clock it's gonna cost me
but I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
I caught her in the mall, wearin a real tight skirt
She was, fine as FUCK, I wanted to sex the hoe up
She said, "Let's hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck"
I said, "Cool, I really wanted to cut you but this'll do.
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too."
She said she understood then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil' Will CD, and a fuckin poster
It's like that now

It's like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
It's about four, or five, cats
off in my 'Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
It's like that now, it's like that now

[Andre Benjamin]
Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
I remember her number like the summer
when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber - - party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive" (hmm)
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
to find lil Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
that I would one day see her standin in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

It's like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
It's about four, or five, cats
off in my 'Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
It's like that now, it's like that now

It's like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
It's about four, or five, cats
off in my 'Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
It's like that now, it's like that now

Curren$y SHE DON´T WANT NO MAN

2011-07-20T15:52:00.000-07:00

She JUst Wanna FUCK, Go & Fuck ´R

Trae Tha Truth featuring Rick Ross, Lloyd & The Game I AM THE STREETS

2011-07-20T15:47:00.000-07:00

4 All Y´ All Haterz (Who) Wanna Try

El Colega Selas A/K/A Lonely A. Basement Series by 128 Films

2011-07-17T20:18:00.000-07:00

Etapa Puene, Me subo Granada Para el Paik, STREET BUCKS, No-Fu%&in-Doubt.

LIKE THAT Chip Tha Ripper

2011-07-06T06:21:00.000-07:00

Made It, Bought It, Live It....

OIL MONEY Freddie Gibbs featuring Chuck English, Chip Tha Ripper, Bun B & Dan Auerbach

2011-07-06T06:18:00.000-07:00

Genco Pura Money; Vito,Genco,Tessio & Clemenza.

Impackt DEFCONE 1987 Club Mix

2011-07-05T10:59:00.000-07:00

Early Days...

SOMEDAYZ Big K R I T

2011-06-21T08:20:00.000-07:00

South never went off the map.

Large On The Streets clip by Vado

2011-06-21T08:17:00.000-07:00

RIP Lamon Coleman. That Shit´s gotta be tight.

BABBLIN´ Clip by Stalley

2011-06-21T08:13:00.000-07:00

SSup Philly?!?
All of dem damaged, N.O., Japan, Venezuela, worldwide. keep head above water iz a must!.

Devin The Dude Where Ya At

2011-06-21T08:07:00.000-07:00

That beat's definely bangin´

Toro y Moi TIDALS

2011-06-21T07:51:00.000-07:00

Me flipa el vibe!

STILL PO PIMPIN´ (Mike Dean remixx) Do Or Die , Twista & Johnny P

2011-06-21T07:48:00.000-07:00

ni esto tampoco, No Georgias Allowed, aprended a usar sintes.

Dreams (Mike Dean remixx) by Eternal

2011-06-21T07:45:00.000-07:00

Haz el amor con esto, el numero 1 de mi top fav de producers de todos los tiempos se podria partir para Quik y Dean, no se, nadie hace este sonido aca,1!!

Olga Play Another Song 4 Me

2011-06-21T07:40:00.000-07:00

Play It Again, Whatever the fuck yo name is

Twin Shadow (Com Truise Remix) Castles In The Snow

2011-06-21T07:37:00.000-07:00

Me flipa Com Truise.

Ju Fernandes & Yako Muñoz Bipolar

2011-06-21T07:35:00.000-07:00

Una tarde de chillin´ & Loungin´ con mi hermanito Ju en Oviedo, y nos lo pasamos asi de guay, este track es un boceto de lo que tu necesites en el momento.
No sabiamos que hacer en un principio asi que decidimos cojer al bien y al mal, y asi teniamos todo, estos temas son para que te metas al faceCrook y lo bumpees, asi estamos en contacto, pAZ!

Midnight Star Don´t Rock The Boat Bonus Remix ´ 88 featuring Ecstasy of Whodini

2011-06-21T04:33:00.000-07:00

Midnight Star & Whodini back n 88, la unión de todos los colores es verde!

Let ´m tell ya bout the story!

The R ( Extended Remix ´88)

2011-06-21T04:24:00.000-07:00

Keep Doin´It Wit The R(eal)Deal, enjoy this ol´ flavor along 9¨

Whoever underestimated, still waited
Pumping the radio, finally they played it
You wondered how come the album was late
I was giving you time to get the last one straight,
The show must go on, I got something to dance to
Slow it down and romance to and give me a chance to
Keep you in tune and up to par.....
Then you're doing it with the R...
Doing it wit the R....

Something new and to keep you doing what'cha doing
This is for you and your crew and for who in
The vicinity, I don't need no identity
I see hands in the air that means many be
Cooperating, I can't stop relating
Hip-hop is making more sense when I'm stating
Paragraphs of potential to prevent you
From using my instrumental, keep in mind I meant to
Illustrate another iller break immediately
Hurry up and learn the words and repeat it wit me
Then soon you're in tune and up to par
And then you're doing it wit the R...
Keep doing it, you keep doing it wit the R....

In the Summertime, pockets bulging
Somethings's happening then I'm indulging
Music is mine, Gucci seats reclined,
Gold grill, a paint job will shine..
Pull up in the park and then pop the trunk
Turn up the bass and let the system thump
A block party starts to form, people start to swarm
Loud as a ghetto blaster, word is bond
Records remind you of a madness
The moment it's played, you get gladdest
The return of the brother, keeping you up to par
And you're doing it wit the R.....

Shout outs.................

Eightball & MJG featuring Slim Thug LIFE GOES ON

2011-06-21T04:14:00.000-07:00

A nadie le importas, el mundo gira....& Round & Round

Life life
Life goes on
New music
8ball and MJG
What up thug
Boss
It's ya boy drama
Hey ya boy
Life goes on
I been up I been down I been in I been out I was loved I was hated bitch niggas tried to cross me off nigga I been on I been off I been a worker I been a boss out of all the shit I ever been I never been soft I been broke I been rich and a nigga aint never been no snitch Ima bad black nigga but I never had a problem getn no bitch but I been stranded I been alone had my kids before I was grown shot that pistol that made them, yall niggas keep that dumb shit away from my door I been cheated and I been robbed niggas don't give a fuck who u are niggas don't give a fuck bout your standards niggas don't give a fuck u a star you got all the latest guns u got 80 niggas with u but if niggas wanna hit cheya best believe they'll get cha
Life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on
I seen it all some boys wall then fall down and crawl when they knockin down them all next they tryn to sell it all these streets are wild just one call can have you locked down by dem laws one niggas snitch make up some shit conspirises hide behide them walls game so foul not just crack a nigga out here tryn to sell ya rap feel like I back up in that trap I'm in that studio tryn to stack my stacks radio only play shit that's whack they aint tryn to hear niggas spit these facts so I guess I never get me no plex but shit I quit before a nigga to do that man I'm a hustler I don't need rap to move out the hood and live this good I'll sell anything that a nigga buyn boys better get that understood was born broke up in the hood but I refuse to move back life goes on just stay strong pot tell me that

Life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on
Some of our mothers and fathers are gone our sisters and brothers are gone our babies and children are gone but life goes on and so u gotta be strong because hard times do not discriminate they only intimidate bully and illuminate people without any faith and if it wasn't for the big phomes in my life I would of never ever learned how to climb out some things you can't be told or taught some things you just gotta find out some people go from millions to nothing some people go from nothing to mills but what both them got in common neither one of them is happy still you can bring a preacher back to steal or whatever your tactis is so many people out here so fake they need to take a break and practice real pimp tight mj tryin to live life and do a little good I played my part but I didn't ride the bull
Life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on and on and on life goes on

Franklin - I Know (Com Truise Remix)

2011-06-21T04:00:00.000-07:00

I know this a pepino, I Know, I know...

Y´allRReady Know!

2011-06-21T03:49:00.000-07:00

Deberia de hacerme un facebook o twitter o algo, pero hasta entonces confio en que toda la peña de la zona esta enterada! este viernes en Logroño una fiesta con toda la peña en la que me tiraré de una manera muy descarada temas viejos y nuevos con la única compañia del amor que me quieran dar, preguntadle a la peña por mis shows, deberiais de acercaros! Paz!

BY MY OWN SHOW Pboy en Concierto LOGROÑO

2011-06-11T10:57:00.000-07:00

What Up !

Para la peña de La Rioja, PV y alrededores, para la peña que le apetezca y pueda rularse, por si no os mola a vosotros pero teneis un colega que le mole, o simplemente si quereis pasaroslo guay tanto en el show como despues de pinchos por la calle Laurel y pimplaros unos Ruedas, un buen dia es el 24 viernes de este Junio, donde el colega Ochoa me ha invitado a performar en la sala Biribay ( c/Fundición) donde nosotros por lo menos nos lo vamos a pasar guay, porque no me he pillado ni hostal.
Habrá sesión a cargo del colega Ochoa, porque en Logroño, la debe de hacer él, junto conmigo, para ofrecer MAS POR MENOS y es que puedes pillarte las entradas en EL SOTANO HIP HOP tienda del colega Monzón por 6 e´s, y si no encuentras la tienda pues en la puerta vale igual! Habrá musicón y un buen show por mi parte, pero lo que seguro que mas mola es el ambiente, porque en Logroño la peña se lo pasa guay, y yo que salgo de Madrid, ni te cuento.

Muchisimas gracias a todos los que creen, si quereis , nos vemos el 24 en LG, peizzz!

JULIO FALKONE "CASSEL HOOD SEASON 2 THE MARAUDER"

2011-05-11T07:39:00.000-07:00

HOLA,BUENAS TARDES.
SOY JFK Y CON PERMISO DE MI AMIGO YAKO OS DEJO POR AKA EL NUEVO CLIP DE LO PROXIMO.
LA SEGUNDA SEASON DE CASSEL HOOD "THE MARAUDER"
MUCHAS GRACIAS A TODOS!
PAZ!

PARA TI, CHAVALOTE

2011-04-19T05:40:00.000-07:00

Para el ultimo que ha dejado comment, como no se quien eres, me la suda tu opinión y tu.
Por otro lado, en el blog, como es mio, pongo lo que me sale de los cojones y cuando me sale de los cojones, chavalote! asi que no te mosquees y si te da asco no seas tan toyaco de entrar, que los toyaquines asi, como veo que eres, solo quereis comer gratis. De buen rollo, eh,anónimo? ; )
Dejo constancia de tu comment para que la peña se ria de otro soplapollas rapero amargado,valiente por teclas. : ) que por otro lado, y no te ralles, fiera! no creo que tu conozcas nada.
No va a haber más para ti, Anyway, ya sabes, me paras por la calle y todo eso... asi que si decides quedar un poco peor y entrar a odiar con alguna gilipollez más grande o a buscar el insulto facil, que sepas que eso son reacciones de puta revenida. Paz, que te hace falta, majete!

En cuanto a los demás que me apoyan a pesar de que descuido el blog todo el rato, no hace falta deciros nada, paz y amor para todo el mundo, aunque todos lo digan y nunca lo sientan.

GANGSTA LOVE Warren G, RBX, Kurupt & Nate Dogg

2011-03-17T04:04:00.000-07:00

Call me Dub-A-Double-R-E
N be the end last letter be the G
G be for Griffin, smiffin, like Wesson
Niggaz, that be 'fessin
I'm crushin your whole chest and
In combat if they fat I'll skinny em
Six times the terror pass the Era to Millineum
G-Funk, bumpin in ya trunk
Call me booshe nigga, LBC me nigga

[RBX]
Straight from Long Beach
Where, we gets more naughtier than Comaneche
Can you say roundoff hand spring
Do ya triple somersault fools will be flipped I'm sure
Long Beach, right by the water
Respect is due when you walk through the border
Line, if you dont you might find your face in a gutter
Long Beach will get ya wets

[Kurupt]
The homey just whistled, gave us the signal
To act the fool with the pistols, pierce the gristle
One way out homey, in the cut
Heat cocked, beef for weeks, heat for block
Techniques to rock, the blocks socks
Unorthodox, cannon cocking bandit nigga
I daily rock the planet nigga
Scope out the vicinity, start seperatin(what?)
those thats cool and those hatin
Every nigga in between
Got 5 seconds to evacuate the scene (yeah)
Hit the stash (nigga)
Nigga what the fuck you wanna do
Talk, blast, nigga think fast, fast fast

(Chorus x2 - Nate Dogg)
Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love

[Warren G]
Lets go to war, no, not with guns
Blast you with heat, original beats they run
Fast and faster, Master like P
Or you can just say, Master Warren G
I'm bout it bout it, highly touted
And I doubt it
if I let another nigga take my tracks and re re-route it
I truck more styles, like my Yukon I puke on
The rest of these niggaz, trying to contest

[RBX]
Hold up, who's speaking of contest, no, none of that
We get gats beats technique rat tat tat tat
Splat, and ya flat, pure satisfac
X marks the spot of the brutal venacular
You drinks down like dracula
Listen here buddy you'll be found left bloody
Its the beach nigga, straight up
Before ya hate, get ya weight up
Or get wet up now what up

[Kurupt]
Yeah, yeah OGs
My nigga Warren G, uh huh
Thats my OG
My nigga Nate Dogg, my nigga Snoopy, my nigga RBX
They're my OGs, my real OGs

You up against the aces nigga
It all takes place in many places nigga
Several different faces nigga
The streets can watch me nigga
But the streets is up against Kurupt Momar Khadafi nigga
OG, juggernaut, jagged edge, homey two to the head
As the sprinkle spread
Death will kiss ya, fuck around with the Militia
Stalking till the big homey Nate walked in

[Nate Dogg]
Same old niggaz in the same old place
Long Beach city is where I was raised
I keep my heater right by my side
Won't stop mashin till I get my prize
Even if you blind we can make you see
The perfect combination Nate and Warren G
When we bust we hit em everytime
Ain't no secret its about that time
To

(Chorus x2 - Nate Dogg)
Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love
Hit a nigga wit a little gangsta love
Gangsta love

Gangsta love
Gangsta love

MEDLEY 4 A "V"(THE PUSSY MEDLEY) DJ Quik, Snoop, 2nd II None, AMG, Hi-C, Nate Dogg & El DeBarge

2011-03-17T04:00:00.000-07:00

[Snoop talking]
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something about the pussy on
this shit ya feel me? And I'm just that nigga to beat
the pussy up. So uh if you feel me like I feel you ya
know what I'm sayin' let me get a little piece of this
thang here like that there, trip.

Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy
'til it's soft & mushy I love that bushy
and most niggas still do unless that bitch shit
smells like mildew & we'll do damn near anything to get it
and once I got it I'm outtie I stay 'bout it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed
to give yo' little thick ass what you need
gangsta gangsta I'll make ya cootie cat scream
Didn't I turn ya on like a phone you lovin'
that Doggy Dogg meaty bone
When ya moan ya whole voice tone make me wanna
put my bizalls in ya jizaws 'cause y'all
know what I'm gettin' at I'm spittin' at
Nigga wanna fuck trick so what's up bitch (biotch)
See as long as my muthafuckin dick get hard
and I got a million dollars banked out on my credit card
No disrespect or no disregard but I'm hoppin' for that pussy
like they used to hop for cars my nigga DJ Q
told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
that's right down the street from Compton
I pop in the liquor store to grab some h???
a bag of ice some blue dice & some Cognac yeah
the pussy's good especially when it's from a whole
'nother neighborhood how good do it get when you on that G shit
I'm strokin' that pussy 'til that bitch seasick
we dick bitches down and that's Rule #3 in the Dogg Pound
bitch drawers down!

[Snoop singsong]
We won't get no radio play
but we probably get some pussy for this. (What you say?)
I said we won't get no radio play but we probably
get some pussy for this

[Nate]
You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady
but I'll let you be let you be my playmate

[Hi-C]
Uhh baby let Silk whine while we 6-9
I slide on this rubber & we'll be just fine
Now if my condom broke & my ass got smoked
I'ma still get to Heaven on a little rubber boat uhh
Snoop hit it then I hit it too aww yeah little bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout you now all ya ever do is sit around & boo hoo
talkin' 'bout Hi-C I love that it's you

[AMG]
She said where ya been I said in ya mouth
If ya lookin' for love then take me down South
and I'll tell you all the things to make ya laugh & giggle
while I insert my inner self inside ya tender vittles
a hot pocket Snoop Dogg told me to stop it
He heard me in the other room bangin' a broom
and baby better do me like I'm one in a million
check yo' feelings & point that ass to the ceiling
'cause I'm the dick 'em down king 'call me on the celly
let it ring & prepare ya lips for the ding ding
and if ya got some friends let 'em bend on over
while I ride 'em like a '98 Rover
You can wish & you want but this dick ya gonna meet
hit ya elbows & knees & spread ya booty cheeks
and call me Daddi with a "I" girl you're doin'
everything by the book Nate Dogg tell 'em how she looked

[Nate]
Girl ya lookin' fine so fine I wonder if you'd like to take the time
to grind. If so why don't you leave with me today let's play
this game I call it touch a secret place let's play
See first I just grab ya from behind ya mine and then
I just push until I find that ?? Right now I know you've came
a couple of times that's fine as long as you know I have to leave
in time. You can't be...You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady
but I'll let you be let you be my playmate. You can't be he-ey
you can't be my lady but I'll let you be let you be my playmate.

[Gangsta D]
Now ain't nothin' like tight pussy on my dick
It's the Gangsta D baby never saved a trick
Got a harem full of hoes mashin' to the studio
with all my niggas you will get busy hoe
Now the first bitch she want dick to the tonsils
my second & third wanna fuck on the console
My fourth start to leave like the Duke was shootin' shots
while my money maker walking the stroll for my knot
got that bitch mouth smellin' like fresh cock

[KK]
Young to it If I can smell it I'm a tell ya to get going
with a douche pack you're makin' my nose react
Reekin' but that ain't tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love rollercoaster pull them panties aside KK

[El Debarge]
I'ma lead it to the left & to the right & I'ma
make ya scream & holla for more & I bet
you when I'm in it you can't help but to admit it
you ain't never came this good before
Chevis-Regal got my dick so hard I ain't gon'
make it to the house because that's too far
Mr. Quik give me the keys to the Benzo
so I can hit it right here on the E-Lo Haaaaa Baaaaby
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights
I'ma get some pussy tonight as soon as you turn off the lights

[DJ Quik: vocals all reversed]
Ha ha
Now I be still be knocking bitches like it ain't shit
Almost 10 years later but I still slang dick
And my penis, is like Venis, its far away
And its not butter baby, more like parkay
As we bounce to the city that you, used to know
The CPT with AMG, and all the bitches roll
We gon be fly all the way G-ride
As we dip-dip-dive, I shoot it in your eye
Cuz pussy ain't a thang to me
And my nuts when, they hang, they be okay to me
Cuz I'm a fly type of nigga, yeah its bigger
When you seen it on the muthafuckin microscope, it's bigger
Ha-ah-ah-ahahahah, then reverse like a muthafucka
Watching muthafucka crash on that ass
Police videos, fuckin all these hoes
I don't sun set with the hoes and shit
The pimps, girls, and the prostitutes
The prostitutes running from the police
It ain't nothing but a three P on me
Mr. Dante baby, don't you see
Can we flip, flip the shit back over let me hear it
I like the reverse, sounding good in my ear
Crazy, this shit is crazy

I´M COMIN´ HOME 2 U (clip) Fingazz, Down a/k/a Kilo & Nate Dogg

2011-03-17T03:57:00.000-07:00

Chorus: Nate Dogg
I got to hustle
I got to do this shit right
Gotta get that paper
Sometimes, this shit takes all night
No matter how late
I know she's waiting for me
Cause she's my heina
I'm, coming ba-by (I'm coming home, to you...)

[Down]
(Verse 1)
Hey
You're my homegirl
You're my whole world
Can't you see that
I love you
Put no one above you
But I still gotta do what I gotta do
I'm a hustler, can't change that
But you trippin' on what I do, when we're mad
Baby, don't do that
No way
You know I got your back
All day
You dippin' on some "he said, she said"
I'm trippin', this fool owe me bread
And I'm gonna get it
Bring it back home
Jealousy got you blowin' on my cellphone
Kick back
You know I'm not like that
And when I get back
I'm gonna hit that
Got you in my mind
Girl, all the time
While we in a fight
Almost every night

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 2)
Yeah, I know what it looks like
Comin' home after midnight, smellin' like
Perfume
Smellin' like cigarettes
Smellin' like chronic
And a little Bud Light
But that's the life that I live
Girl
Feel the love that I give
Girl
Understand
I am what I am
I do what I do to get the grands
Yeah, gotta get this cheese, so we can live
Easy
Believe me
These other chicas all around me
They don't mean nada
I'm tryin' to dip doin' Prada
But right now
I'm out on the block
And it's hot
Tryin' to dodge haters and the cops
I
Won't stop, and I
Can't stop
Comin' home to you when I'm through
So why you trip

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
[Nate Dogg] It's three in the mornin', and I'm still not at home
In the midst of all, and I'm checkin' my trap
It's your boy Nate Dogg, and my homeboy Down
Time to waste, not at all, we 'bout makin' our snap
[Down & Fingazz] Gotta make that money, money
Money, baby
[Nate Dogg] More, than I love you
[Down & Fingazz] Just you and me
And the money, money, money, baby

(Verse 3)
(Down in background)
[Down] Hustlin' is a full time job
Rollin' through the calle with the homey Nate Dogg
[Nate Dogg] Hey
Gotta get my hustle on (That's right)
Hey
[Down] And that's why, I gotta be gone
Away from my one and my only
I hate that you're home when you're lonely
Yeah, I miss you
But I can't
[Nate Dogg] Be comin' home broke
[Down] Make money (Money...)

Repeat Chorus

[Nate Dogg]
I'll, be home
I'll be home
Soon as I stack this cash (I'm comin' home to you...)
As I make this run
Soon as I get my dough
I'll be home
Oh (I'm comin' home to you...)

ALL ABOUT U...wut a party ; 2Pac, Nate Dogg, Hussein Fatal, Yaki Khadafi, Snoop Doggy Dogg & Dru Down

2011-03-17T03:53:00.000-07:00

[2Pac] Ahh yeah
[Down] Yeauhh!
[2Pac] It's all about you, one time!
[Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah
[2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you
It's all about you
[Down] This Dru Down in the house, with my boy 'Pizznac
YouknowhatI'msayin?
[2Pac] It's all about you
[Down] Yeah I'm gon' say it's all about you
but you know I'm lyin though, hah! Yeauhh

[2Pac]
You probably crooked as the last trick; want it light
but how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch
Thinkin I had her but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck I'm stuck with fuckin with the wrong one, uh!
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin for some love
In every club, I see you starin like you want it
Well baby if you got it better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla but you tell me you taken
Sayin you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin
Guess it's true what they tellin me
Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit
Fantansies of us sweatin, can I hit it? (Hahaha)
Addicted to the things you do, but still true
What I'm sayin Boo, is this is all about you

[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
(Yeah nigga, ha ha ha ha!)
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

[2Pac]
I make a promise if you go with me, just let me know
I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me I'm a thug nigga; I only hung out
with the criminals and the drug dealers, I love niggaz
cause we comin from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick, the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa, and I don't even care
Creep low, weed smoke's in the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
waitin for niggaz at the end, of every show
I just seen you in my friend's, video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin through..
It's all about you.. hahaha, yeah nigga!
It's all about you!

[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

[Outlawz]
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty hoe
You think it's all about you? Well Boo
I gets Down like Dru and my nasty new niggaz, too

You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Golddiggin, cold diggin a gold Rolex

I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cuts, I came to fuck, try skeezin me
Runnin up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia

[Nate Dogg]
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
(It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe
Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o
No matter where I go, I see the same hoe

[Snoop Doggy Dogg *speaking over last two lines*]
I'm tellin ya, it's the same ol' shit
I mean.. god damn, youknowhatI'msayin?
I'm sittin back, watchin Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch, who was in, my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel
I'm checkin out my homeboy Tupac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video, yaknahmsayin?
And then yaknahmsayin what make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watchin a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch, on the Million Man March
that was in, the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same hoe
Don't get mad, I'm only bein real
Yeah

THERE SHE GOES Nate Dogg, Warren G & DJ Quik

2011-03-17T03:51:00.000-07:00

[Warren G]
Oh yeah I chill with Nate, Like I did as a youth
It's still 213, ain't nothin different with Snoop
Music is the tool I used to leave the hood with
Became my own man, I wish you would BITCH
I been around the world and back
Two times ain't nuthin like home its crackin
After all the women, the money and the TV shows
I'm not really tryin to see these hoes

[DJ Quik]
Now AMG said her eyes are the index to her soul
But when I look at her face, all I see is a ho
We sex playin, with the Hennessey, and she in the mood
While y'all see her as a broad dude, I see her as food
Take her back up to the bar to get her cigerette lit
I told her, "I be buyin liqour like it Shh.."
She told me I'm a player motherfuu..
Forget about it, she know the scam
And now she belly dancin to that Indian Jam
So hell, I'm a let her get a little more buzzed
Till she starts to get to slurrin and forget where she was
Take her purse out to her buddy car, back to the bar
For another round of drinks with a pla-ti-num star
I'm gettin conceded, a lil bit, the game owe me
I've been humble since my first hit, but back to baby
I'm a rub her on the belly, make her scoot down the couch
Look her right up in her eyes, and take some food out her mouth, She want it

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
There she goes, the kind of girl that I wanted always
My favorite pro, oh I love how she got gangsta ways
I thought you should know, the way that I want it, I get it that way
Cant stand it no mo', nobody does it better than she

[Nate Dogg]
When I Wake up in the morning, fresh up outta my dream
I ain't even finish yawning, still as hard as I can be
Even tho I havent found her, I seen her when I was asleep
I'm pretty sure that she is out there
I'm pretty sure that there is some one else for me

[Bridge: Nate Dogg]
Hey ho, Hey ho, now that I found you, I wont look any further
Hey ho, Hey ho, now that I found you, I wont look any further

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
The first time I ever saw her, I couldnt look her in her face
I tried hard to ignore her, but I couldnt walk away
When I finally got the courage, I couldnt think of what to say
To make a long story shorter, I better bust a different way
I was at the park one day, thats when I saw her face
She was kinda cavi to me
Had some nigga hangin on, I sent that busta home
And now she ridin with me.. THERE SHE GOES!!!

[Chorus] - 2X

COME OVA Big Syke & Nate Dogg

2011-03-17T03:48:00.000-07:00

NOBODY DOES IT BETTER Warren G & Nate Dogg

2011-03-17T03:40:00.000-07:00

(2x) Nobody.... does it better[Nate Dogg]
Nobody... does it better
Nobody... does it better

Chorus (Nate Dogg)
They can come closer than close, yeah
Original they never will be
We bumpin' from coast to coast, yeah yeah
We just tryin' make you see
Nobody does it better

[Warren G]
I'm sittin' here trippin'
My mind is blocked
Nate Dogg just spit it so it's time to cock
No one can do it better like this 2 man crew
They say we're one hit quitters
So what cha'll gonna do?

[Nate Dogg]
Always into somethin, that's my name
Only out for money, hey 'cause that's the game
People always ask me why I'm out for scratch
He who has the most is he who won the match

[Warren G]
Strike one
Me and Nate Dogg is a match
Stike two
Leave 'em standing still in their tracks
Strike three
You can call us two one three
It's the L and the B that makes me act like a G

[Nate Dogg]
My exhibition started back in '93
No one, nobody listenin' but Warren and me
To all the nonbelievers, now I bet you see
Nobody does it better than me

Chorus

[Warren G]
They call me DJ and the spark plug
Keepin' it licked
There is no accident for these platinum hits
So when we make it to show love,
Bangin' in your club
Hangin' with your thugs
Givin' up G love

[Nate Dogg]
Do you remember back on the east side?
When all of us niggas used to love to ride
We didn't care what we did
Time was nothing to us, we were just kids
Times are different now, but you still get stuck
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck
So if you think you really wanna step to me
Keep this is mind: nobody does it better than me

Chorus

[Warren G]
Wow, make you say go now
Hot rap singles on the charts now
Got a baby
So I'm breakin' hearts now
On your mark, get set, it starts now

[Nate Dogg]
All you pimp playin' hustelers, now ya know
You can't keep me out once you crack the door
Either join a team or it's best you flee
Nobody does it better than me

Chorus

(2x) Nobody.... does it better

I NEED A LIGHT (clip) Warren G & Nate Dogg

2011-03-17T03:37:00.000-07:00

[Nate Dogg - chorus]
I need a light (light)
so I can smoke away this pain
I need a drink (drink)
so I can drink away this rain
maybe a wife (wife)
somebody to share my name
I need a song
a brand new song to sing

[Warren G]
Long Beach back in the day was all hustling
young niggaz in the neigborhood struggling
praying to god we ammount to something
by living on the street where they constantly busting
big Warren told us that they can't hold us
Niggaz ain't shit 'till they pass away
so I, watched my step
but when Ola Mae left I was a mothafucking basket case
for real
god bless me
cuz I be on the east where they wanna arrest me
I break bread so they wanna suspect me
but look me in my eyes and say they wanna protect me
yeah
ruthless, my style as a juvenile
ran with a gang, got me a profile
as a child in the Beach I was wild
ready to die and that's why..

[Nate Dogg - chorus]

[Warren G]
could it be it was all so simple
dropping a slick instrumental
Snoop busting 'bout the shit we went through
Nate singing 'bout the city we came from
and niggaz so tight wasn't nothing we wouldn't do
time keep slipping
but I ain't tripping nigga it's all about my children
so you can save that bullshit
cuz if I pull my shit, nigga I'ma kill you
the streets is watching
and niggaz fell victim from L.A. to Watts and Compton
but life goes on
it's just another song if you ain't to one gone
listen
ruthless, my style as a juvenile
but now I got a brand new G-Child
big Warren gotta stay trunk tight
cuz he got the fly and that's why..

[Nate Dogg - chorus]

[Warren G]
listen
caviar wishes, twisting stitches, all out race for the riches
got a nigga missing what rich is
and what a life mean if you do it for the kids
it's for my family y'all
really the only one who understand me y'all
cuz it ain't hard to ball
but then who got ya back when it's time to fall
and it's amazing
to stay up on top, your game so close to the pavement
time brings change in mind
but then don't let the change bring your mind no time
clearly, a conspiracy
Niggaz right near me but still ain't hearing me
that's how it's always gone fly
'till you ready to die and that's why..

[Nate Dogg - chorus]

clip from REGULATE, y´already know

2011-03-17T03:35:00.000-07:00

[sample from "Young Guns"]
Regulators - we regulate any stealing of this property
We're daaamn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
Gotta be handy with the steel
if you know what I mean, earn your keep
REGULATORS! MOUNT UP!

[Warren G]
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume
some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone

[Nate Dogg]
Just hit the Eastside of the LBC
on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
all you skirts know what's up with 213

[Warren G]
So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis
some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this"
I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?"
some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck."

[Nate Dogg]
Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve
These hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb
On to big and better things than some horny tricks
I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix

[Warren G]
I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself
I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth
they took my rings, they took my rolex
I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?"

[Nate Dogg]
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down

[Warren G]
They got guns to my head
I think I'm going down
I can't believe this happenin in my own town
If I had wings I could fly
let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate

[Nate Dogg]
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
now they droppin and yellin
it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate

I laid all them busters down
I let my gat explode
now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode
if you want skirts sit back and observe
I just left a gang of those over there on the curb

[Warren G]
Now Nate got the freaks, and that's a known fact
before I got jacked I was on the same track
back up back up cause it's on
N-A-T-E and me, the Warren to the G

[Nate Dogg]
Just like I thought
they were in the same spot
in need of some desperate help
the Nate Dogg and the G-child
were in need of something else
one of them dames was sexy as hell
I said "ooo I like your size."
she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice,
would ya let me ride?"
I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell
the next stop is the Eastside Motel

[Warren G]
I'm tweaking
into a whole new era
G-Funk
step to this
I dare ya
Funk
on a whole new level

[Nate Dogg]
The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble

[Warren G]
Chords
Strings
We brings
Melody
G-Funk
where rhythm is life
and life is rhythm

[Nate Dogg]
If you know like I know
you don't wanna step to this
It's the G-Funk era
funked out with a gangsta twist
if you smoke like I smoke
then you high like everyday
and if your ass is a buster
213 will regulate

JOYSTICC 213 ( Snoop, Warren, Nate)

2011-03-17T03:33:00.000-07:00

[Nate Dogg]
She said she wants to ride my joystick
She act like she wanna ride my joystick

[Warren G]
I got it lock when it comes to females
Y'all niggaz still buyin' cock at retail
It's a gift that keeps giving to all hos
Like that lil country whore I fucked a day ago
We were in Spokane but made it to Diego
Droppin' shit purposely lettin' her thong show
She didn't even know about a nigga mandingo
When she saw the joystick and wouldn't let go
She ain't playin' games, she want it right now
From the living room floor to the ouside patio
Bent over gently, I was proud to embrace it
Firmly grab it, rapidly get it crackin'
Most women I know, love the joystick
And love playing with it when it goes the extra inch
I'm a pro, anything goes at the spot
If you know about it, then be about it
If not..

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
She said she wants to ride my joystick
She wants to ride, she wants to ride
She act like she wanna ride my joystick
She wants to ride, she wants to ride

[Nate Dogg]
She wanted me, every part
But all I really want is dinner
Her company, at least at first
But now I wanna go up in her
While I'm hittin corners in my Chevrolet
I ran into a honey from around the way
Big Nate Dogg what can I say?
She asked for my number and some Alize
I got game, so I spit some game
She lookin' at me all in my face
She must recognize Mister Gangsta Nate
Baby wants to give it to me

[Chorus]

[Warren G]
When Mom's on rock I stay on top
Lock up like pits in a box I can't stop
Not cuz your beauty it's your booty that I'm attracted
Want to get acquainted, most acquainted with your assets
Roll with the best, yes my joystick
Tasty in all kinds of ways, you'll see
I'm a pro, anything goes at the spot
If know about it, then be about it
Cuz if not..

[Nate Dogg]
I bet she comin' home with me
She wants to come home and play with me
No fallin' in love with me
Can't spend the whole week with me
No sittin' up front with me
For the whole damn world to see
She wants to show me she's a freak
She only wants to sleep with me

[Chorus 2x]

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah baby you said you don't know nothing about video games
But you know a whole lotta about joysticks, huh?
It's like Xbox and EA Sports
It's in the game, you dig?
So if you shift it from first gear to third gear
Just make sure you grab a hold of those two things up under
You know what I'm talking about?
Yeah, bizzalls, real talk
It's one of them joysticks that you could just
You know, slip n' slide to
Yeah you could ride to this
Real talk
213 comin' at you once again
For the 2000 plus 4

*BEEP*
You what up, this is Big Snoop DOgg
If this call is about bullshit, borrowing money from me
or negativity, hang up right now and call 9-1-1
Cuz I can't do nothing for you right now
But if it's a real call and a real conversation
Leave your name and number at the bizeep
And I'll get back like that

ST: IDES IN THE LBC Commercial -- Snoop & Nate

2011-03-17T03:30:00.000-07:00

[Nate Dogg]
Just Hit the Corner store,
You know what I'm looking for
St Ides
Just Hit the Corner store,
You know what I'm looking for
St Ides

[Snoop Dogg]
I tip toe
Through the door with a box of 40s
Party just to bounce
And house full of hoes
No set trippin
Just sipping on S.T.
That's how we do it in the L.B.C.
Here ye, here ye
Come one come all
It's the first annual g nigg
And all my dogs
Are invited so go on and light it
Cause it's the first time in a longtime
And I just might
Reminisce about the fresh vest
Back in '85
When the dub and the zaniaks used to Hoo Ride
It was easy just to serve on the curve that's how I do
Ain't no slippin, dippin
Now I'm sipping on my brew
Staying true cause now I'm supposed to
Grab my little friend
Then my deuce deuce
I gets lose with my hands on my drinks
L.B.C. I see money in the bank
St. Ide's

WHATEVER Nate Dogg with Jermaine Dupree & His Crew; R.O.C. & Others

2011-03-17T03:26:00.000-07:00

(Skeeter Rock talking)
Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop
I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur
A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out
Right now we looking for all the ladies that got out back
Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on that

(Chorus - Katrina)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
(I just wanna have some fun)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at

(Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri)
Uh, all around the world girls know about me
Ridin' up and down old N-A-T
Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi
Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin'
Same J.D., same game again
Out here hittin' hoes like Cham-ber-lin
And I love it when they let me come through
Even bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress
No, where you going, no, where you been
No where you at, no, who you wit (Uh)

(JD and Tigah)
Care free very freaky hoe, that's what I prefer (Say what)
That let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her

(Tigah)
And come on and work it on me, like it's all about you
Play at your own risk, girl hugs and kiss (Kissing sound)
Baby shake it up like dice
Nasty and naughty, exotic and nice
Home alone, girl hit me on that Nextel
J. on the other end, she waiting to exhale
Cop a baby L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back
She got pictures of me, bangin' in that back
So we gon', laze up, in my tunes
And lock up for days in a hotel room
Pull the pink thong to the West (West)
Prepare to insert billy bong in ya chest
And get full of smoke just like Chris-tian
List-en, cause I forgot to men-tion
Ain't no shit bumpin' like this one
Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I hear you saying

(Chorus - Katrina)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at
(I just wanna have some fun)
Whatever you bout, I'm bout that
Whatever you on, I'm on that
Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at

(R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus)
Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh

(Verse 2 - R.O.C.)
Lord knows, flows, I kick expose
Hoes, get 'em right out of they clothes
Never knew she was so disgustin'
Fuckin, suckin' discussing over lunch and
With her girlfriend, how I bangs it in
For seven, four, O, I, L, N
Head so compellin', I'm tellin'
Every nigga that I know then I'm bailin'
Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin'
A new one, so it's never no confusion
My solution, is distribution
One I require, this kids retire
Retails, mines, females, mines
Heartbreaks, yours, broads gettin' divorced
But of course, now if you bout what I'm bout
Then bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house

(Nate Dogg)
I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya breath
I pass on the pussy you can suck it and step
Swallow all the juice until it ain't nothin' left
She ain't that fine, but she does it the best
Westside riders, do what they want
Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump
We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want
When I'm in the ATL, baby don't front
She knows I got a girl, whatever
She knows I fucked her girl, whatever
She knows it's a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever)
She knows I can't be her man, whatever
Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D.
Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G
Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C.
Oooooh, we'er the best you'll ever see

AIN´T NO FUN ( IF THA HOMIES CAN´T HAVE NONE) Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Snoop & Warren G

2011-03-17T03:23:00.000-07:00

You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick
On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys
A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery
here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that
slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick

Verse One: Nate Dogg

When I met you last night baby
Before you opened up your gap
I had respect for ya lady
But now I take it all back
Cause you gave me all your pussy
And ya even licked my balls
Leave your number on the cabinet
And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call
Next time I'm feelin kinda horny
You can come on over, and I'll break you off
And if you can't fuck, that day, baby
Just lay back, and open your mouth
Cause I have never
met a girl
That I love
in the whole wide world

Verse Two: Kurupt

Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke
I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke
I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me
Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes
That's somethin I learned in the pound
so how the fuck am I supposed
to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times
And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me
And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me
i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!

Chorus: (repeat 4X)

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

Guess who back in the motherfuckin house
With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo
What you gon do? You really don't know
So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe
Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch
Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop
Doggy, I'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it
Cause you know I don't love em

Verse Four: Warren G

Whoa!
Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
One for the money, two for the btiches
Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches
In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact
With bitches on my side, and bitches on back
So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get
off your knees and then start jugglin
these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth
It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout
Whoo!

Chorus

Pac & Nate ME & MY HOMIES

2011-03-17T03:20:00.000-07:00

(Chorus)
Me and my homies tho
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

[Nate Dogg]
But I'm alone in my room
and I dont have no one to talk to
I catch a girl with my phone
and cause some folks who know what I go through
after I smoke a joint, come on
to keep my temper low
I parlay with my friends
there's really no where else to go

(Chorus) x2
Me and my homies though
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

[2 Pac]
I ain't shit without my homeboys
rather be buried, then see us party
keep it close to my heart
cuz we the ones that got the shit started
you recollect, we used to bust on snithces
nobody come before my niggaz, fuck all y'all bitches
all my homeboys are self sufficient
so be suspicious of your scandalous tricks
got the police takin our pictures
love to hang out on the corner but we known to ride
me and my muthafuckin homeboys down to die
for each other, cuz we closer than brothers
its like you came in, no forgettin the party poppin
when my squad walks in
throw up your hands baby buy me a drink, stop actin phony
dont forget tto bring something for all my homies
to know me is to love a thug nigga to the fullest, duckin bullets,
snatchin guns when these trick niggaz pull it
handle my business like a professional, the whole world knows me
but I ain't shit without my fuckin homies
me and my fuckin homies

(Chorus)
Me and my homies though
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies
kick it like everyday

(Me and my homies)
constantly we mash
(Me and my homies)
gotta make that cash
(Me and my homies)
there's no need to ask
(Me and my homies)
we are still the best

(Breakdown) x8
(thats my homeys)
thats my homeys
DPGC homeys

(Chorus)
Me and my homies tho
you know we kick it like everyday
Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

DEEEEZ NUUUTZ Dr. Dre, Snoop, Daz Dillinger, Nate Dogg & Warren G

2011-03-17T03:19:00.000-07:00

[Warren G]
Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doin
{*mumbling*} Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit man

[Some Gal] Hello?
[Warren G] Whassup?!
[Some Gal] Nothin, whatchu doin?
[Warren G] Nuttin, just kickin it
[Some Gal] Are y'all done?
[Warren G] Nah, whatchu gon' do today?
[Some Gal] Umm.. pick up my stuff from the cleaners
[Some Gal] Might go get my nails done
[Warren G] Seriously
[Some Gal] Why whassup?
[Warren G] Ay did did did whats-a-name done get at you yesterday?
[Some Gal] Who?
[Warren G] {*singing*} Deeez nuuuts!
[Some Gal] Aw shut up nigga!

[comedy skit]
"I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin on the walls, what did I have honey?"
I said, "Darling you'd have some walnuts."
She said, "Well.. daddy if I had some nuts
on my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell yes!"
She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin
would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no bitch you'd have a dick in your mouth!" {*echoes*}

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] Check game from the no-torious Compton G

[Dr. Dre]
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin an' shit
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack

[Snoop]
So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

[Daz]
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin static with Dre, make way for the AK
that I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he, not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin in my kahki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
on top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

[Snoop]
But could you raise up off his nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

[Dr. Dre]
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get they strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (BE-OTCH!)
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em

[Snoop]
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G

[Nate Dogg]
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row

I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...

THESE DAYS (clip) Nate Dogg & Daz Dillinger

2011-03-17T03:14:00.000-07:00

These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin ain't nobody got my back
these days you gotta be down
who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound

I believe I got good skills
we been makin music since we were kids
its all I wanna do, for life
keepin it real until the day I die
I stay funkish in my way
continue to mash and dont forget to pray
I keep my hand on my steel
because I love my life and I always will
whatever people say to me
I take it in stride I'm thinkin negro please
If you really don't know me
then you best back up, I suggest strongly
they started this DPG
until the day I D-I-E
for my L-I-F and E
no matter where I look thats all I see
and I know...

(Chorus) x2

Many women cling to me
I think it's because they see me on BET
Cause everybody knows my name
All the police think I'm servin game
jealous niggaz call us out
but I don't worry long as I hear their mouths
If ever they decide to kill
Tou better be prepared cause I know I will
I think I can guarantee
You don't wanna be standin next to me
before my final curtain call
I feel safe sayin it won't be long
if we bump this in the streets
or even at some party
you niggaz really can't see me
my request is that you stop trying
before I let go...

Chorus x2

[Daz Dillinger]
Everyday, the 45 stays on deck for whoever
I bustin takin now bowin down never
gotta watch my back for these coppers
as well as the niggaz that I kick it with
they stick you faster than these bitches will
since I'm pimpin everybody wants my riches
and I can't keep a dime for buyin weed yakin everytime
I smoke constantly and it calms for me
from commitin the murders so I chill and puff the herb
Who gots my back nobody
If little giant gaudy layin niggaz down at the homey's party
always be goin crazy I guess we are bein who we are
really say the nigga gotta be a star
I gots tah get mine and if I'm blastin its my destiny
if I die then it was meant to be intentionally
worry stressin no guessin your profession
when the murder take place it was self protection

NO MATTER WHERE I GO Nate

2011-03-17T03:11:00.000-07:00

(Chorus)
No matter where I go
I'm lettin' people know
No matter where you go the grass is always green
No matter what you say
You gotta' release the chains
I think it's time I set my spirit free

(Verse 1)
No matter where I go
I'm lettin' people know
That the pace is never stalling
Even if the sky is falling
I'll never be afraid
As long as I keep my faith
Even if I am still crawling
Won't be mad 'cause some are balling
But man without the trust, without the loyalty
When you watch your dog just starving
Don't get mad when they start barkin'
Here's a suggestion man
Why don't we just wash our hands
'Cause I'm peepin' other pastures
I think it's time I'm my own master.

(Chorus)
No matter where I go
I'm lettin' people know
No matter where you go the grass is always green
No matter what you say
You gotta' release the chains
I think it's time I set my spirit free

(Verse 2)
Long ago I told my homie
Some people are so damn phony
Sure as the wind blows
They'll try to take your dough
On and on man they just keep comin'
'Til I'm dead man I'm never runnin'
Fear I just don't know
If it's your time you gotta' go
But what about the trust what about the loyalty
When the have no respect for you
It's fuck 'em or call your lawyer
Here's a suggestion man
Why don't' we just wash our hands
'Cause I'm peepin' other pastures
I think it's time I'm my own master.

(Chorus)
No matter where I go
I'm lettin' people know
No matter where you go the grass is always green
No matter what you say
You gotta' release the chains
I think it's time I set my spirit free

(Bridge)
Here's to my family
Here's to the ones I really love
Here's to the inmates
And that's who made Death Row #1
Here's to the foundation
And that's where, where it started from
Here's to real freedom
They tell me makin' music's fun
When you got no shackles on your feet

(Chorus)
No matter where I go
I'm lettin' people know
No matter where you go the grass is always green
No matter what you say
You gotta' release the chains
I think it's time I set my spirit free

ANOTHA SHORT STORY Nate

2011-03-17T03:09:00.000-07:00

[Nate Dogg]
Another short story
When he be acting bad, don't he make you mad
Wanna kick his ass, when he already showed ya
He ain't no good and that's a fact

Another sad story
She constatly says she adores me
Girl I'm all dog in love don't leave here anymore

Another short story
Her love was beginning to bore me
It doens't take long for my love to fade

Another sad story
I only call when I'm horny
But she acts like we kick all day
It's a quarter pass midnight
don't he make you mad, you can't find his ass
Seven hours past, since he called you last
Only to you he can do no wrong
Funny how time flies
Especially when you live a whole life
Looking for love is already gone

Another short story
Already gave you a warning
A one night stand homie look what I done

Another sad story
This girl was so soft that's so lovely
I cannot stay cuz she's to strong
I keep my mind on my monay
And everything else is just find someone else to play her game
I like new skirts yeah like bees like honey (honey)
You can have some if you want, hey no kissing
Oooh no, another short story
Her love was beginning to bore me
It doesn't take long for my love to fade

Another sad story
I only call when I'm horny
But she acts like we kick all day

Another short story
Already gave you a warning
A one night stand homie look what I've done

JUST ANOTHA DAY Nate Dogg

2011-03-17T03:06:00.000-07:00

(Chorus)
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day

(Verse 1)
Wake up early in the mornin' man
Runnin' kinda' late I gotta' catch my plane
Feelin' kinda' funny from the weed and thangs'
Kinda' glad I woke up so I can't complain
I really need a break from this paper chase
But my girl ain't gonna' wait for the diamond ring
My son ain't got to wait for no proper clothes
So I'm gone take a trip and do a couple of shows
So many different things be runnin' through my head
It's mandatory that I keep my family fed
On come the stompin' boots and I'm out there again
Seems like this crazy pace is never gonna' end.

(Chorus)
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day

(Verse 2)
I'm on a mission man, I'm fired up
They let me taste it man
And now I'm hooked
Ain't nobody standin' on the wall
I bust the way I bust because the feel it ya'll
People got opinions all about me ya'll
Got a lot of girls so they call me dogg
Constantly around me is friends and foes
Say the wrong thing bet I bust your nose
I gotta' give give it up to niggaroes
Even thought at times we fuck the same hoes
All the other niggas I'ma let you know
Ain't no player hatin' go for what you know
And if you see a girl that I'd like to lay
Feel free to send her my way

(Chorus)
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day

(Bridge)
If I call you baby would you swing my way tonight
I got somethin' for you that I'm sure you're gonna' like.
If I call you baby would you swing my way tonight
I got somethin' for you that I'm sure you're gonna' like.

(Bridge)
And we can do it all night
i bet I hit it just right

(Chorus)
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day

DEATH ROW EASTSIDE PARTY Snoop & Nate

2011-03-17T03:02:00.000-07:00

Nigga you young! {Echoes}

[Nate Dogg]
No one does it better! {Echoes}

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better

(Verse 1)
[Snoop Dogg]
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got shit poppin' like always you know so enjoy
Dont make yourself at home got big meat on the grill
Ladies and homies all in the mix its time to chill
Char-La-La brought the on' what is asked in the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight
And Nate got a hundred piece
So we piece so properly on the O.C.
We in the zone bombed out feelin' good j'ya know
Got the homegirls and homies from the hood j'ya know
2-1, 1-9, 2-0
We all in the house and it's a Long Beach thang
Where I was born and hungout
To all my players and hustlers and gangbangers listen up
It's about time I kick a rhyme to fuck shit up
Now who throws shit?

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better

[Snoop Dogg]
Now do the gangstas run this motherfucka? (Hell Yeah!)
Or do the ladies run this motherfucka? (Hell Yeah!)

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better

[Snoop Dogg]
Now the party is bumpin', thumpin' back to back
And Daz on the turntable puttin' down a scratch
I'm on the mic so I'ma bust me a rap
And I'm a dedicate this one to a crack of hoodrats
The Dogg Pound nation Lex and Big Pac-sy
These is the peoples I see rockin' the party
Ever they go gonna pop-lock on the flo'
Well do the Boogaloo shrimp and pimp the ho
I got to owe em' my life cuz I'm a O.G.
I got the love in the hood cuz I'm livin' homie
I got the seals when it comes to rockin rhymes
So put ya fists up to the side it's yours I got mines
Now everything is live dont you agree?
And if you do then he gon' move it with the nigga D-O-Double G
We ridin' with the hat to the side when we ride
Ya'll know how we do on the Eastside
You see this thing is we like to keep it harder
And for real party people just like Afro Pimp and Wadda
What do you want?
Matter fact what do you need?
Cuz we keep it all on point from the drank to the joint
So pass the bottle aint no need to squabble
And hand it to the little homie let him have a swallow
It's a Eastside thang nigga bring yo ass
G's up Ho's down nigga you know the program

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better

[Snoop Dogg]
(So watch ya clock)
The clock tickin'
But it wont stop tickin' cuz everybody kickin' it
We gettin' at the bitches, witches
The main thing gangstas do
Skip the bump cuz the rumps what I came to view
New pussy in the hood shall I kill it? (Kill It!)
The way she got it poppin' oh its probably hotter than a skillet
But baby dont tweek like you aint no freak
Peep I keep my game tight it aint no leaks so we
Can keep this on the down low
And take a walk with the dog and lemme show you what the pound for
Candle lightin romancin'
If I can just get the last dance in

[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better

[The Ladies]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better

NAH, NAH... E-40 & Nate Dogg

2011-03-17T02:47:00.000-07:00

[E-40]
F'real, uh...
Oh boy, due to the graphic game-orienfestedness
of this program, viewer discretion is advised
I promise you pimpin; I mean that there's so many L-R-P's
Lone Range Pimpin jumpin up on this track man you underdig?
We spit these L-R-P's and we do this damn thing real toughlike
You underdig? So this a bitch, c'mon

[Nate Dogg]
The homies done made it, I'm so elated
Got all of the ladies, ohhhhh, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Don't try to play me, just cause I'm faded
Don't think that I'm crazy, whoooh, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
But Nate Dogg, what if my bankroll was to fall?
Think she'll cut from me, think she'll stand tall through it all?
Think she'll boost for me, steal me a pair
of dum-dum dum-dum's from the mall? (Hell naw)
Bear it all, pose naked in the camasol (nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
You got a baby by me, I got a baby by you
Whaddya mean? I'ma always be able to plug you
You tell me to lick (lick) I tell you to suck (suck)
We be mad at each other, but we still WHAAAT?

[Nate Dogg]
I do what I wanna do, just cause I want to
Don't care too much about you, hell naw, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Nate Dogg ain't gon' force you, I'll wait until you want to
If not then I'll erase you, you know, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
I left the club staggerin (staggerin)
Blasted handcuffed and lifted in the paddywagon
In a holdin cell, without a doubt
Your momma put her house up to bail me out
If that ain't stickin to the script
I'm her future son-in-law ain't never gave her no lip (lip)
Uhh, thought I wasn't (wasn't)
Love you cause you was down when I was scrubbin

[Nate Dogg]
Say you're lookin fo' a gangsta, girl I wanna thank ya
When niggaz come and question, do you know? Nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
While other niggaz thankin, corners I be bankin
Money I be makin, you know, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
You was a, new comer, turned out by Barry White
GiGi Hana, mesmerized by my slang
I pop my collar one time (one time)
Got control of yo' mind (mind)
Never know, I'm sometimes in Kenneth Coles
Thugged out, never judge me by my clothes
When there's a drought, I be ridin, Z's and Vogues
Five times on the look out for the po'-po'

[Nate Dogg]
Nate D-O-double G (double G) Don't wanna fuck me (wanna fuck me)
As happy as can be (as can be) Nate Dogg and 40, Fonzarell'
We're gon' reach to the bay (to the bay) 'Frisco to L.A. (L.A.)
Don't care what you say (what you say) they all fam-lay (fam-i-lay)

[E-40]
They all family.. Oh boy, whaddya know, y'know?
Yeah, straight game you underdug? Oh boy
Yeah we stay doin this.. you underdig?
Please believe that part of the game oh boy
Uhh.. Battlecat on the track, oh boy
Please believe... uhh
Sick Wid It records... Oh boy
Please believe, we stay doin this
Uhhh, uh-uhh!
Uh-uhh
Uh-uhh! Oh boy
Uhhh, ssp spit it pimpin.. please believe
Uhh, oh boy, uhh, uhh, E-Feezy

MUSIC & ME Nate Dogg

2011-03-16T18:52:00.000-07:00

Hey OG, could you tell how to find some good weed
I need it homie oh so bad
That last bag was the best weed i ever had
Bass so deep, I can't even seem to feel my feet
Girls so fine, I can't help it got to make this one mine
I hit em with my, gangsta lean
They can't seperate my music from me

[Chorus]
Music and me (3x)
Music, my music and me

[Nate Dogg]
Time does change, but the music it remains the same
I hit em with the music from the slave
Oh my goodness, what my ancestors gave
I don't want you to think I don't know
They taught me how to reach deep down and touch the soul
Without my music, where would I be
You taught me how to cry and still remain a G
You keep alot of soldiers at ease
And together the next level we'll see

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
Music and me, go together perfect harmony
Soft and mellow, oh so hard it'll make your speakers explode
Stay with me, and together we will live out this dream
My music and me

Music and me (4x)
My music and me
Music and me (4x)
My music and me

BIG PIMPIN´ Dat Nigga Daz, Snoop Doggy Dogg, Nate Dogg & Big Pimpin´ Delemond

2011-03-16T18:49:00.000-07:00

[Daz]
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my homey Dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey Style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so I'm fucked up two
seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve
Bailed back in the crib (For what?) Because I'm all-in
Conversated then I dug the hoe out
I fixed me some food, then go the hell out
Two A.M. on the dizot, I pause and I stizop
I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked
Now I'm high as a kite
Yeahh, and I'm feelin alright
Four A.M. as I stoll back to my crib
to see what's with my woman and my newborn kid

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, beyotch!

[Nate Dogg]
I was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Now do I love them hoes? (HELL NAW!)
And why is that? (Because you're Snoop Doggy Dogg!)
(And you never gave a fuck about a bitch;
cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks)
Ha hah, dee dee dadi dadi dah
Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg
Slidin through the city in the rag six-fo'
Hoppin like a motherfucker tryin to find a hoe
Hittin all the spots but I'm comin up blank
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I
puts my nine double-M to my side, as I
continue with my mission
Pussy is my dish and I'm fishin, wishin
upon a star, to come up on some ends
but she caviar, and I let her bet her pussy
so I can get my pimp on
Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone

[Big Pimpin]
I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights
and the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun
and the bitch didn't drip, smell, or run
as she turned the trick pages, from looseleaf to zig-zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
for I have yet not got a refill, for her
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen... and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his pay
Dedicated the hoe, dedicate for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a hoe
Dead presidents still getting their fuck on
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
that gets sucked, ALL day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday... to the sunshine
Yeah my hoe brings me mine
For like she says she does
And I believed her when I accept it
Yeah I got pimp bones in my body
and I rock them, like la-di-da-di
I rock them, mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body

XXPLOSIVE Dr. Dre, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, Hittman & Sixx Two

2011-03-16T18:47:00.000-07:00

[Hittman]
Xxplosive, West coast shit
My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back
Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm
Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb
Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack
mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on
Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my shit's the bomb - Xxplosive..

[Kurupt]
West coast shit nigga
Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious
Fuck a bitch; don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch
Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up!
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala
Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala
Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save this dick
Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch
You ain't into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch
You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch

[Nate Dogg]
All my real Doggs still kick it wit me
All my down hoes still trickin wit me
All the true gangstas know
Nate ain't never love no hoe
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
All my true fans still checkin for me
All the real smokers know
They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed...
Real trees...
Chronic leaves...
No seeds...

When I had you last night, baby
Before - I blew yo' mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind)
I thought we had a chance, lady
No more - now that I'm sober you ain't that fine
Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm...
Don't wanna treat you wrong
Don't wanna lead you on
Here baby, hit the bong
while the west coast rolls along
While we - still makin gangsta hits
You'll be - still jockin gangsta dicks
Damn girl you think you slick
Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch

[Six-Two]
I got these freaky hoes
Clappin they hands, stompin they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know
A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe
She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote'
They be beepin me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts
But beitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut, f'real

{Exxplosive..}

SKANDALOUZ 2Pac, Nate Dogg & Daz Dillinger

2011-03-16T18:45:00.000-07:00

[2Pac] Hey Nate you know you got to focus on this motherfucker
We's gonna talk about these scandalous hoes
[Nate] I can talk about scandalous bitches
[2Pac] Oh I know you can!
I know you that's why we gonna do it
Daz on the beat
Hey Daz, nigga stop fuckin around with the piano nigga
Just drop that shit like uhh, this here

[2Pac]
I met you through my homie now you act like you don't know me
So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony
It's not for me, you see no lovin from my closest homies
Woulda paid you no mind, but baby you was all up on me
While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed
No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools
They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house
and can't leave without his bitch permission
The mission's to be a playa, my alias is Boss
Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss
Y'all don't wanna see me in pain
I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing again"
It's scandalous, I never liked your back stabbin ass, triiick
Used to watch you money grabbin, who you baggin beeyitch?
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
But bitches lookin scandalous

Chorus: Nate Dogg

Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
Scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous
She's so scandalous.. she's so scandalous, she's so scandalous

[2Pac]
How's it hangin? Cause baby from the back the shit is bangin
I've been stressin in this ghetto game, tryin to do my thang
Won't be no bullshit, no ass-kissin
This bitch'll have ya wakin up with all your cash missin
I'm askin, as if I'm qualified to analyze
You're lookin at a bitch who specialize in tellin lies
She got a body make a motherfucker fantasize
Her face ain't never shed a tear through them scandalous eyes
My sister precious in poverty
Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me?
I'd probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue
and though I don't where we're goin, she's makin me come
I've been trained as a boss playa, so what you sayin?
Let me show you, got some hookers we can toss later
Before I let her get me off guard
Went in the purse took a hundred dollars
Nigga I'm so scandalous

Chorus

[2Pac]
Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin on gettin riches
I'm spittin at tricks cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded
This is my prophecy -- I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin you could be true
when I don't fuck with your punk crew
These are the tales for my niggaz doin time in the cell
I went from hell, to livin well
Bustin at niggaz who said my name in vain
I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor keep on callin me
I'm floatin free on the highway, formulatin plans
Can't wait til I see L.A., cause it's so scandalous

Chorus

Chorus *repeat to end* (2Pac speaks over it)

[2Pac]
Aiyyo.. how the prettiest bitch be the more scandalous the hoe be
You ever peep that shit? (Nah)
A bitch can be like fifteen, fuckin with a nigga 35
Gettin him for ends
Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin intelligent
When these niggaz get to trickin, hahaha, it's over then
That's aight though
Keep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
Watch them hoes
All you niggaz out there
Beware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

INDO SMOKE Mista Grimm, Warren G & Nate Dogg

2011-03-16T18:42:00.000-07:00

[G-Child]
Hey, this is the G-Child, spaceketeers
Are ya in the house baby, are ya in the house
You know what I'm sayin, cuz its that time
For you to kicks the funk online as we rewind, then it will combine

[Mista Grimm]
Smokin on the bud, feelin kinda high
Sippin on the gin, feelin kinda fly
A Warren G production sits in the tape deck
As Mista Grimm raps over laps, don't say shit
Just, listen and recline for a spell
Pass the fat spliff back and forth (oh yeah)
Stuck, unable to breathe through the Chronic
Cloud that somehow prevents me from installin fresh air

[Warren G]
Ahh, Indosmoke
Pass me the joint so I can take a toke
1 puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 I'm feelin real high
Leaning to the side in my muthafuckin ride
With the OG gangsta glide
Woo!, hey now ya know
Inhale, exhale with my flow
Breakaway, come again like this
The LB to the C two times to miss
Cuz if you do, you break you get broke
Me and Mista G and the indosmoke ("smoke" x4 in background)

Chorus: Nate Dogg (repeat 2x)
["Are you high yet?" (repeated in background)]
Whatever you do muthafucka you betta not choke
this ain't no stress, its the muthafuckin indo smoke

[Mista Grimm]
Fee, fi, foe, really doe
I'm still smokin and sippin, talkin like a pimp
Freakin, seekin new lands without transport
Cuz indo smoke is a man's sport
I never feel stressed and thats the realist
Just a proper herb for my chronic illness
Please, let me go on with my day
Relax with phat tracks and a real fat J
Ooh, I think I'm in love
Astounded from what it did sended me far above
On a fly cloke I can brag for days
You can't swim with Grimm
Because my tidal wave's - high
And that's no joke
Because Mista Grimm takes flight from the indo smoke ("smoke" 4x in background)

Chorus x2

[Mista Grimm]
Ignition to remission blast off through the cos
Most of the voyage I enjoy is just a cause
I sonic boom when I return back to earth
Birth of a new rhyme will take no time
I'm prepared, papers and a lighter to provoke
A comical scene to watch Mista Grimm choke
Then gain composure, compose a symphony
From C-H-R-O-N-I-C and Mista G mixed together nicely
Combining lick the linings vaula
A fat Chronic sack you can put in your jaw
H and R puff the stuff in ya lungs
Smokin on the Chronic, gettin straight sprung
Stretched, taken to the extreme feelin
Dancin on the ceilin like Lionel
If ya hear me on some vinyl
I break em till they can't be broke
As I soak, in da indo smoke ("smoke" 4x in background)

[Nate Dogg]
["Are you high yet?" (repeated in background)]
Take a trip with Nate Dogg to the Eastside
We will show you wether our gangstas love to get high
We get high on every street in Long Beach
So don't come to my hood thinkin' that you can save me

Niggas from (?) foreign (?) land (?) wanna come to the East and reveal (?)
I gotta viscious left hook and you're damn right I will steal
Shots go out to my nigga Mista Grimm and you know Warren G
I gotta nigga named Gangsta Rod, you know B-Tip you know me
My name is Nate D-O double G and I'm comin straight from the East
Don't think you dont know where I'm from, I'm from 213

[Outro: G-Child]
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin
19 ninety muthafuckin 3 (hey)
I got my muthafuckin niggaz in the house
I got my nigga Mista Grimm in the house (uh, ah)
I got my nigga B-Tip in the house (uh, ah)
I got my nigga Nate Dogg in the house (uh, ah)
I got my nigga Ricky Rod in the house (uh, ah)
I got the nigga Butch in the house (uh, ah)
I got my nigga Greg in the house (uh, ah)
He's engineering this, check it out
You know what I'm sayin
Long Beach in the house
We hooked up with some people from West Covina
My nigga Mista Grimm, but you know
Ain't nothing but a G Thang, uh
G Thang, but you don't hear me though, yeah
Are you high yet? (laugh) x2

Are ya high big baby?
are ya high? (laugh) x2

Nigga I asked you is you high (I'm fucked up)
I ain't be gotten no women, nigga is you high, shit (I'm fucked up)

Oh we can do this then,
hey, let's go
its over big baby, hey

ONE MORE DAY Nate Dogg

2011-03-16T18:34:00.000-07:00

ONE MORE DAY

We would like for you to help us welcome a very distinguished speaker
He hails from the DPG
Would you please stand and welcome the one, the only
OG Nate Dogg

Verse 1:

Now I was about eight when I caught my first case
My mother she turned her back and bowed her head in disgrace
Now I didn't do a thing, I was just standing by
Here's a message to the youngsters today: standing by you can die
Usually I'm in the house but today I snuck home
And when I walk down the Long Beach streets, what a lesson they taught
While walkin to the cornerstore a big mistake was made
My big homey I was walkin with decided he needed to get paid
So he loaded up his .32 and walked right in the store
He said "Dear God, forgive me please but I can't be broke no more"
Now remember I was just eight, I thought this was a joke
What I'm sayin I ain't playin, it was funny til that nigga got smoked
Can you guess who that could've been quite easily?
but it wasn't so I'm lucky to be standing right here to see

Chorus:

One more day, one more
One more day
One more day, one more
One more day

Verse 2:

One more day, I'm hangin around so I can see
little Nate have a pocket full of money just like his daddy
Everyday I'm sellin big dope, it's all that I know
I ain't workin and I got a baby so don't axe me what for
One more day, gather round everybody and listen to me
I gotta another story about the penitentiary
One more day, see while I was servin cavi I forgot to think
Say for instance they catch me, little Nate'll never see
Now remember I'm sellin big dope but I'm packin my thangs
and every corner police watchin, I ain't crazy so I'm leavin the game (I'm
leavin the game)
But I guess I waited too late cos they just caught me
Now I'm locked up, every mornin I am prayin for my son's safety
One more day, I'd like to thank you for watchin over my D-O-double G's
and would you keep an extra eye on Nate Dogg especially
I guess I'll just continue liftin from day to day
and if I live to see tomorrow, thankyou for one more day

Chorus to fade

C Ya At Tha Crossrodas , Big Homie NATE DOGG

2011-03-16T18:26:00.000-07:00

HOW LONG WILL THEY MOURN ME 2Pac & Thug Life, Warren G & Nate Dogg

So many,
burried peerz, throughout the yearz
while pouring out liquor and beerz
4 all my homies that wasn't here.
cant help but sheddin tearz at the cemetary
makin me wonder if this loaded pistolz is neccesarry.
even the preacher could c the pain in my muthaz eyez.
while walkin bye, cant help but sympathize when brothaz die.
maybe the pain will make the situation change.
no murder 4 murder, our homicide will never end, this crooked game.
bulletz is blasted, time pass, brothaz in maskz
retaliation is the aftermath.
all that remains is a corpse rapped in plastic.
call up his mama tell her her baby's in a casket.
no love 4 'em
just put his body in the grave
even the pistolz and all the prayaz couldnt sav'em
look how they played 'em
they should have murderd me when I was born.
cuz now I'm caught in the violence of the storm.
how long will they mourn me?
[2Pac]
How long will they mourn me?
Yeah! This for my nigga Kato, it's still on nigga - believe that
We live a Thug Life, Thugs for Life, ha ha
(How long will they mourn me?) We handle this shit for you bwoy
Yeah nigga.. Tupac in this motherfucker

All my homies drinkin liquor, tears in everybody's eyes
Niggaz cried, to mourn a homie's homicide
But I can't cry, instead I'm just a shoulder
Damn, why they take another soldier?
I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry
I'll get them suckers back before your buried (shit)
Retaliate and pull a one-eight-seven
Do real niggaz get to go to heaven?
How long will they mourn me? Bury me a motherfuckin G
Bitch don't wanna die; then, don't fuck with me
It's kinda hard to be optimistic
When your homie's lyin dead on the pavement twisted
Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm tryin hard to make amends
But I'm losin all my motherfuckin friends.. damn!
They should've shot me when I was born
Now I'm trapped in the motherfuckin storm
How long will they mourn me?

[Chorus: Nate Dogg + 2Pac]
[Nate] I wish it would have been another
[2Pac] How long will they mourn me?
[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother
(Half them niggaz all dead and shit)
[2Pac] How long will they mourn me?
[Nate] I wish it would have been another
(Dedicated this to Kato nigga, and e'ry thug)
[2Pac] How long will they mourn me?
[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother
(Yo nigga, we gotta keep this shit goin on, yo Syke)

[Big Syke]
How long will they mourn me? Every motherfuckin day homie
You stayed down when the other niggaz didn't know me
From my heart to the trigger you my fuckin nigga
And things won't be the same without ya nigga
I remember kickin back, you wanted a 'llac
And goin half on a motherfuckin hundred sack
Smokin blunt after blunt, and steady drinkin
Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin
Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato?
So confused not knowing which way to go
I'm goin crazy and runnin out of fuckin time
I can't take it, I'm losin my fuckin mind
So day after day, ride after ride
We'll hook up on the other side
Watch over your family and your newborn
Til we meet again homie - how long will they mourn me?

[Chorus: Nate Dogg + Big Syke]
[Nate] I wish it would have been another (Big Kato)
[Syke] How long will they mourn me? (It's still on nigga)
[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother
[Syke] How long will they mourn me?
[Nate] I wish it would have been another (Yeah)
[Syke] How long will they mourn me?
[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother
[Syke] Rated R (Double Jeapordy) Mac 10

[The Rated R]
Damn, a nigga tired of feelin sad, I'm tired of puttin in work
I'm tired of cryin watchin my homies leave the - earth
I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt
And my peoples'll be mournin, when they get a call from the coroner
All niggaz can say is that's fucked up
And get tossed up, reminiscin how we grew up (my nigga)
Rest and love to my nigga Kato, see you in the crossroads real soon
For now let me pour out some brew
I'll be always thinkin of ya homie
Rest in peace.. how long will they mourn me?

[Macadoshis]
We know life's a fuckin trip, and everybody gotta go
But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato?
Another nigga fell victim to the chrome
It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my dome
Ya only live once on this earth
A nigga had it bad, since the day, of my motherfuckin birth (uh)
But niggaz say they down and they always be my homie
But when a nigga gone, bow long will ya mourn me? (YEAH!)

[Chorus: Nate Dogg + 2Pac]
[Nate] I wish it would have been another
(Mac 10 in this motherfucker, yeah!)
[2Pac] How long will you mourn me?!
[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother
(Thug Life boy, Nate, blowin that shit)
[Nate] I wish it would have been another
(Nate Dogg do that shit nigga, yeah)
[2Pac] How long will you mourn me?!
[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother
(This for my nigga Kato, and all his kids)
[2Pac] How long will you mourn me?!
[Nate] I wish it would have been another
[Nate] How long.. will they mourn.. my brother

GRAVEDAD CERO-SUEÑOS DE CALLE

2011-03-01T12:16:00.000-08:00

Ray Ca$h featuring Scarface BUMPIN´MY MUSIC

2010-12-24T09:39:00.000-08:00

[Intro]
That's right, uh... recognize real ghetto vision, nigga
Cleveland... open up ya' doors

[Verse 1: Ray Cash]
I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88
Wit' a ounce, but I'm bouncin' like I'm out here movin' weight
Bone and Biggie in the Pioneer as I reminisce
Before that it was "D'evils" took 'em back to '96
I went down to houston for some face, Mary Jane
What a coincidence I'm blowin' Swishers doin the same thing
Six-hundred for some big "O's", *400 degrees*
I'm a ho, Playaz Club, *Ice Cube*, *Master P*
And since I'm movin' my yay, know I got "UGK"
Ridin' dirty lookin' for that high life pimp what more can I say?
I'm just stickin' and movin', under my seat is my tool, and I keep it for
any nigga wanna be trippin' or foolin'
I'm just bumpin' my music as I'm spinnin' the ben
I'm bumpin' *Pac*, picture me rollin' without spillin' my Henn'
Yeah... Yeah, now as I spin and I bend
I'm bumpin' *Pac*, picture me rollin' without spillin' my Henn'

[Hook: repeat 2X]
I'm just bumpin' my music... music... music..
bumpin' my music
Wanna hear my music? Well let me open up my door
Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow..

[Verse 2]
Now back to the '84 big body 2 door
No blades on the muh'fucker but it still roll
Memba' what told you what I had stashed in the dash
Back in the past... well... now I got two "O's"
Ricky tells, two show, comin' out hard
Doors wide open, kids dancin in the yard
While I'm stuntin' like Evel Knievel man
Bumpin' Cutlass, Monte Carlos and "Rivas" man
Rollin' in "slow mo", like the whole block screwed
Black Ville '79, bumpin' *Devin the Dude*
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' *R. Kelly*
And right before I cut her, it was "Confessions" from *Usher*
She ain't used to a thug, she love the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' "My Life" by *Mary J. Blige*
See I damn near cried day *Rick James* died
See that shit was "cold blooded", but the music keep pumpin'

[Hook]

[--Verbal--]
Yeah... Face Mob is in the builind
I'm in the area
Hey, I like that shit you on, ya dig?
And I got some shit I'ma put you on... I'ma put you on that shit I be on

[Verse 3: Scarface]
It was like FUCK THE POLICE comin' straight from the underground
A young nigga blowin' *Big* comin' down
A Nigga With the Attitude, *Easy*, *Ren*, *Dre*, and *Cube*
Creepin' up the avenue, that how you had to do
YES... I'm the rhythm, the rebel without a cause, never lowerin' my level
I'm on some *Chuck D* shit from P.E.
Six in the mornin' I hustle with *Ice-T*
Six in the evenin' I'm chillin' wit' *Willie D*
Leavin' out the nickel I'm bumpin' some *Kool G. Rap*
Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps
I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the kool aid pack
And now I got a brotha by the name of *Warren Lee*
Hot shot Regal illegal, like marley
I get down like I'm *BDP*
Ass blaster like blast faster cocked and squeeze

[Hook]

Ganksta N I P featuring Scarface, Willie D & Seagram ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS

2010-12-24T09:33:00.000-08:00

( *phone rings* )
[ operator ]
Too black records
[ james a. smith ]
Yeah, this is jay
[ operator ]
Hold on, jay
[ too black records representative ]
Hey jay, long time no hear, man, what's up?
[ james a. smith ]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[ too black records representative ]
Is that right?
[ james a. smith ]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a world class wreckin' crew-
? homosexual? disrespect some real soldiers
[ too black records representative ]
What time it is then, right?
[ james a. smith ]
It's time to mix 5th ward, south park and 69th curbs
And really let a muthafucka know

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

[ verse 1: scarface ]
Roll em up and I smoke em
Tried to break, so I broke em
Busted his ass in the head, that's when I grabbed him and choked him
I'm on revenge, a psychopath, the master of wreckin shit
Comes back with a body blow, hittin hard as a fuckin brick
Don't fuck with the mastermind, i'ma tell you like that
Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll still you with a bumper jack
Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin fact
I'm ragin like manson, I'm a muthafuckin thriller
Friday 13th's my birthday, so I was a born killer
Brought up as a trouble kid, devious shit's what I shoulda did
Mom had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
I don't fear losin life, cause life just lost me
Shadow of death keeps followin me and I can't get him off me
2 years of my life were spent in a mental health
I'm a treath to society, then again to my fuckin self
I'm losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin
'kill that muthafucka!' I hear voices in my head yellin
Me get caught in a cross, that's absurd
Your head is a tennis ball and I'm about to serve

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

[ verse 2: ganksta nip ]
Bodybags in the bushes, see, I tried to tell em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, 12-guage, tec-9 plus a street sweeper
Nigga, ganksta nip's in the house
Time I see a mouse automatic spaghetti sauce
Been poor all my life, so I reach for the sky
I regret I was born, I can't wait till I die
And leave blood on the curtain
Fatal thoughts of death, suicide is certain
I kill for a quarter, lyrics deep as the water
Peace to rodney king, I got they ass in slaughter
Insane is what I am
I'm like silence of the muthafuckin lambs

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/action-speaks-louder-than-words-lyrics-geto-boys.html ]

Ganksta nip ain't no bragger-boaster
Migraine headaches made me sleep in a toaster
Step in my face, I'll commence the hittin
( *3 shots* ) 9 milli ain't bullshittin
Down with seag from the 69th curbs
Tell em, triple 6 (action speaks louder than words)

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

[ verse 3: willie d ]
Well, first of all..
I shock em and clock em and pop em and drop em, flop em, then I mop em
In they muthafuckin tracks is where I stop em
Unless you down with a bloody nose
Save the cussin and fussin and pointin fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but under your feet
Think it's a game when it ain't
I'm lettin you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody 5th and that's it, trick bitch
You don't know who you're fuckin with
I break this 10 1/2 so deep in your ass
That you'll be lookin like a faggot on the rag
I'm goin for bam like scarface and nip
What they leave of your ass willie d gonna rip
All of that muthafuckin talkin is for the birds
I do this ( *shots* ) cause action speaks louder than words

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

[ verse 4: seagram ]
Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk
Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps
Talkin real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya
I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin checks that your punk ass can't cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks
Who ain't never felt froggish, you won't leap
Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea
Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas
Donald goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers
It's seag from oakland, the one who lays order
Quit lyin to kick it and make a run for the border
Willie d, bushwick, scarface and ganksta nip
Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin lip
Too black hooked me, lil' jay booked me
Shakin em, breakin em, makin and takin em fakin fuckin rookies
And all that loud shit, nigga, don't start
They'll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart
Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord
Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards
Straight from the alleys of cali, 69th curbs
Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords

(action speaks louder)
(action speaks louder than words)
(action speaks louder)

Diana Ross LOVE HANGOVA

2010-12-24T09:25:00.000-08:00

Ah
If there's a cure for this
I don't want it
Don't want it
If there's a remedy
I'll run from it
From it

Think about it all the time
Never let it out of my mind
'Cause I love you

I've got the sweetest hangover
I don't wanna get over
Sweetest hangover

Yeah, I don't wanna get over
I don't wanna get
I don't wanna get...over

Ooh, I don't need no cure
I don't need no cure
I don't need no cure

Sweet lovin'
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love

Don't call a doctor
Don't call her momma
Don't call her preacher

No, I don't need it
I don't want it

Sweet love, I love you
Sweet love, need love

If there's a cure for this
I don't want it
I don't want it no
If there's a cure for this
I don't need it
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love

D-Nice GLORY

2010-12-24T09:19:00.000-08:00

"When they gon' give us the blue suits?"

[D-Nice]
Back in the civil war days of 1863
was the year that free
blacks would try to adapt as soldiers
Live as equals and get what's owed us
And in this time they had yet to find inner peace
Which comes from the heart and mind
So listen close as I explain the story
of the regiment of blacks on the path to find Glory

"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. on the path to find Glory
"Courage, spirit, and honor"

[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
Here's an example of courage and strength
that dwelled in the men that went the whole length
To prove that each can stand as a man
And demonstrate, he can carry his own weight
But there was some tryin to add to the plight
of the black man, denyin his right to fight
as an equal, for self-esteem
Ran through the crew or so it seemed
Cause even in times when life seemed colder
He still remained proud to be a black soldier
Waitin for the chance to advance
and under the circumstance, managed to enhance
his courage, and when put to war
he'd do much more than what's bargained for
And each man, that can tell the story
knew from the start deep down in his heart they'd find Glory

"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. on the path to find Glory
"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. break it down

{*scratch: "here's an example of courage and strength"*}

[D-Nice]
These brothers have died and cried, for power and freedom
But now look what we've done
We're robbin and killin our own race
Black and rap will be lost without a trace
So take heed to the knowledge I'm bustin
You're sellin yourself short, that's "Self Destruction"
The song I sing to let freedom ring
So listen to the knowledge I bring as I speak about Glory

"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. as I speak about Glory
"Courage, spirit, and honor" .. yeah

"Courage, spirit, and honor"
"Courage, spirit, and honor"

The Spinners LOVE DON´T LOVE NOBODY

2010-12-24T09:09:00.000-08:00

Sometimes a girl
Will come and go
You reach for love
But life wont let ya know
That in the end
You'll still be lovin her
But then she's gone
You're all alone

Sign of pain
Is on my face, well
My hearbeat stops
But I wont take the blame, no no
I gave her all the love I had within
My love was strong
Somethin went wrong, no! no!

It takes a fool to learn
Yes sir
That love don't love nobody
Love love love love love love
It takes a fool to learn
Yes it does, girl
That love don't love no one
That love don't love no one
It takes a fool to learn
Stop to think about it, well
That love don't love nobody
Oh! Oh no!
It takes a fool to learn
When you're down and out, shout about it
That love don't love no more
Tell the world, oooh babe
No more...
Ohhhhhh, babe
It takes a fool to learn
Gotta be more careful about myself
That love don't love nobody
It takes a fool to learn
Woah baby, took me a long time to learn, to learn, well

That love don't love no one
It takes a fool to learn
I was a fool, you were a fool
That love don't love nobody
Now we got love, we need love
It takes a fool to learn

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_spinners/#share

Kam IN TRAFFIC

2010-12-24T09:02:00.000-08:00

[Verse 1: KAM]
Rise and shine, it's a brandnew day
They say: Awww it's pour rainin, no lay
And cloud in sky so I can't play
I gotta get dressed and escape
Though traffic is callin' yes y'all in weep skirts
To the Swap Meat for some white T-Shirts
Plus, I just been paid
So let's roll up to R.P, for a skin fade
And go under the Triple-X as we exit
I gotta have that tie around the neck shit
I'm about to check this naggin' guards
So we all mad doggin' and saggin' hard
Lay back, pull this whore card, I ain't finna stop
For no wannabe raw gorilla cop
Time to hop, so let's get loose
If the street lookin' need full tank
Let's loose in traffic

[Chorus: KAM X3]
Watchin' the cars drove-by, nobody's catchin' Who-ride
Wanna test us I don't know why
I'm in traffic

[Verse 2: KAM]
Now, I'm fresh out the chair
So what y'all wanna do? - we gotta go somewhere
Cause I feel like givin' it up.. "FEEL LIKE GIVIN' UP"
Awww yeah, One Time just barkin' like Hounds
It's too hot, left the Parking Lot bumpin' the sounds
Damn, a nigga can't even kick it
Tried to defile it, and got a Hydrolic ticket
I'm takin' off of this clown and skated
Court sent me a bill and I still ain't paid it
Made it back to the tilt for a minute
Forgot the heat pack, now, I'm back up in it
Because I gotta go get gas
And I'm already knowin' how long that shit last
Had to pump like ascend and duck
But at last cents pumpin' slow as fuck
No, I can't be stuck out like that
Cause fools out here no doubt might gap the toys
Lookin' fat in this detail, rounded up the boys
And then we bailed, in traffic

[Chorus: KAM]

[Verse 3: KAM]
So what's really goin' on?
I got the Ride that hoppin' like the bonny ass money gone
Thinkin' it's funny roam, cause I ain't want the jokes
So trip, cause I dipped on the 100 Spokes
To the city, I can't understand it
Sounded just like the motherchip landed
And didn't no quit, cause I got one more switch I'll get in
To get y'all tweakin
They're sayin' that's the fool that made Every Single Weekend
And other niggaz don't care
When I be in the cut sayin: So Well, I see that nigga everywhere
Then go and switch on the tube
And now, they're thinkin' I'm rich cause they see me with Ice Cube
But while they groove through them screens
I'm out rollin' the Chevy' with heavy starting on my Jeans
Dependin' on us, to hit y'all up while we're bendin' corners
Cause I'm known as a peace maker, on the L.A. streets
Wakin' black people up over gangster beats
I'm in traffic

[Chorus: KAM]

Vaughan Mason BOUNCE, ROCK, SKATE , ROLL

2010-12-24T09:00:00.000-08:00

CHANGE DRIVIN´

2010-12-24T08:51:00.000-08:00

Ey! que decís Crooks?
ya visteis que me puse a poner temas , y asi voy a seguir un rato (no mucho) por la simple razón de que son unos temazos, y me mola ponermelos time after time!
Yo creo que a todo el mundo de donde sea le va a molar algun tema, y estarán guay pero por si alguno quiere odiar, le diré que es algo que a mi me mola que comparto, paz!

13 DEEP Seagram featuring Gangsta P

2010-12-16T08:45:00.000-08:00

ONE ON ONE Nas

2010-12-16T08:43:00.000-08:00

In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets
Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers
Never sober takin over, my blood is colder
Niggaz respect violence so I become it
I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it

Yeah son, you know what this is
Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that]
[dunn, come on dunn]

Chorus:

Imagine this, no guns no knife
It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine that, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one, son

Verse Two:

Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10
It's 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker
Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near
Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool
Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool

Chorus:

Imagine this no guns no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one, a one on one

Yeah, take it to the bridge -- Queensbridge

Yo whassup money? [Yo yo do you remember this face?]
[Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these]
*sounds of brawl* [Break you down! Get broke!]
[No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands]

Verse Three:

I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep
Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week
I visualize Coups, alligators in suits
Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice, but hold up
I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up
It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie
Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I'm out...

Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhatI'msayin?
That's how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that's how we live.
South side, all that. New York, light it up, light it up.
Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? [Yeah I saw that, I saw that]
You know how we steppin. That's how we do out here in the street fight!

SETTLE FOR MY LOVE Patrice Rushen

2010-12-16T08:38:00.000-08:00

Your love means the world to me
Words could not express the joy you bring
Your love moves me tenderly
To have you by my side means everything.. I sing
Your love has the best of me
If I could give you more then that would be...

Settle for my love, settle for my kiss
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

So give to me, darling take my hand
Settle for my kiss
Cause it's all I can give
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

Your love means the world to me
Like the ocean wide your love runs deep
Your love.. oh baby.. has the best of me
Like the birds outside my window sing

Settle for my love, settle for my kiss
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

So give to me, darling take my hand
Settle for my kiss
Cause that's all I can give, baby
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

I can't bring you precious stars or paradise
And all these things are really on my mind
All that I can give to you is love so true
From the heart... oooh

Your love means the world to me (means the world)
No words, no words, express the joy you bring
Your love has the best of me
If I, if I could only give you everything.. baby

Settle for my love, settle for my kiss
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

So give to me,dalring take my hand
Settle for my kiss
Cause that's all I can give, baby, yeah-yeah...
Settle for my love, that you'll never miss

Settle for my love.. settle for my love
Settle for my love.. settle for my love
[repeat with adlibs to end]

WAS IT LOVE Paul Hardcastle

2010-12-16T08:34:00.000-08:00

SERENE Paul Hardcastle

2010-12-16T08:11:00.000-08:00

AIN´T NO FUTURE ´N YO FRONTIN´ MC Breed

2010-12-16T07:47:00.000-08:00

(To the beat ch'all) --> Flavor Flav

Ah yeah

(Ya don't stop) --> Flavor Flan

Sound good to me

[ VERSE 1: MC Breed ]
This sound hard, somethin funky people gon' dance to
Give the record a second and a chance to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
While they slippin back my feet is planted in the pavement
Crumble I can never do
So now I'm lookin dead at you
What are you gonna do?
You listen to the knowledge of a scholar
You say 'Hi Breed,' tell em how I holler
I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name
Straight up good game, peeps all game
I'm like a rhino runnin through the roughest pack
They figure I'm a trigga-happy nigga, so they step back
Breed, the microphonist
Boot last the longest
The noose's the strongest
It ain't a game, that's plain to see
You listen to the sounds of Breed (and the DFC)

There ain't no future in your frontin

[ VERSE 2: MC Breed ]
I never got caught with a kilo
And if you ever do, yo, it will never be with me, yo
Servin in a Cherokee or maybe it's a GTO
Black-on-black Benzo, I get it at [Name]
Never have to worry bout my posse gettin jumped
Cause if we ever do, yo TB, pop the trunk
Cause we don't go for playin, when I play go grab a ball
When I'm on the mic I ain't for playin, not at all
Cause I clock 10 g's a week boomin at my peak
Always seek E sober, but I do get geeked
I can give you a job, a place to eat hearty
Meet your homeboy Marty at a b.o.b. party
Takin over, barkin like a dog named Rover (woof!)
I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover
They're bitin lyrics on the mic, I diss these cobras
So now they're sayin, "Eric Breed is gettin over"

There ain't no future in your frontin
Ha-ha-ha
There ain't no future in your frontin

[ VERSE 3: MC Breed ]
I'm the B, the r to the double e-d and
Down with my homie G-a-s and O.E. and
Suckers causin static, cause they still be disagreein
I don't give a - cause I'm from F-l-i-n-t'n
A city where pity runs low
If you ever shoot through my city, now you know
Cause we are strictly business and we also got our pride
And if you don't like it, I suggest you break wide
Suckers steady lookin for the m-o-n-e-y and
Thinkin that illegal is the best way, so they dyin
I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out
To give up all his money, and he givin what he got
That's the way I am, MC Breed cannot be different
Never change my ways for the world or the government
If I was the president, then I would state facts
You leave it up to me, I paint the white house black
It ain't no future in your frontin

There ain't no future in your frontin

[ VERSE 4: MC Breed ]
Yeah, I got dollars in my pocket, not from rollin
If I was a fiend, then my gold would be stolen
Put my name Breed on everything I own
And when I get my jeep I'm puttin 'Breed' on the chrome
Shine it up good, kickin through my neighborhood
Motorola phone, fat rims and a Kenwood
Quick to get around it, and then i'll have it drop
Simply cause I'm ridin people think I'm sellin rocks
But ain't no future in your frontin

Yo Flash man, drop that, man
Won't you drop that

(Keep on)
(To the beat ch'all)

[ VERSE 5: MC Breed ]
Cruel to the rules of the world
Live my life raw, cause I never liked the law
Wear top tens, on my ass use jeans
Sellin big 8ths and tit-for-tat to the fiends
Clock much dollars, but I never break a sweat
Time to move out, my posse sayin (bet)
You got my back, and I got yours
What time is it? Hm, Tear down the doors

Man
There ain't no future in your frontin
Never was, cuz
There ain't no future in your frontin

Hey man, let's start this party up, right?

(Beat y'all)
(Keep on)

SUPA STAR Group Home

2010-12-16T07:43:00.000-08:00

Intro:
Lil' Dap: Damn son
Melachi: What the fuck is wrong with you man? Shit shouldn't be happening
out here man. Niggas don't be realizin' the shit man but yo tell 'em what
you be seein' out your window.
Lil' Dap: Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday.
Melachi:Man yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too but yo tell 'em how duke
said.
Lil' Dap: The world's about to end.

Melachi the Nutcracker:
Born in the ghetto it's hard to survive
Some have achieved and many brothers tried
But I realized which life to choose
I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues
But there's no rules and you only have one chance
If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance
At night I use to scream and shout
Livin' in the ghetto trying to get the hell out
So I would try as I watch my friends die
But all I could do was sit back and cry
These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes
I been through hard times so many problems on my mind
I wasn't living rich and I also wasn't poor
I try to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah superman supa star
Give me super fat doe like Pablo Escobar
"Super duper star"

Lil' Dap:
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
Loved by kids I never did a bid
Yes the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak
Yo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car
After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin'
Around town A&R's you get down with the hype sound
The things I say will make a grown man dream
I speak sayings "Go by yourself, be by yourself"
Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth
I travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to street
Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind
Mom dukes use to tell me with these tears in her eyes
Now I'm out on my own survival with the dime
Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind
Check it out like this

Melachi:
And then like that

"Super star"

Hook:
"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" -Melachi
"Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" (x3)
"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up"
"Yo check it check it out like this here we go"-Melachi

Melachi:
Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level
It's the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil
Playin' the game the New York pain
Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain
Cause now-a-days I talk to a brother
Always love your mother cause you'll never get another
In the streets bustin' off shots fuck the cops
I got super small props
Big time doe, money is a thriller
I'm gettin' more iller than the Zodiac killer
No lie but before I say bye
You can't take money with cha when you die

"Super duper star"

Lil' Dap:
Yo I got niggas flippin' they wig
Chicks grabbin' they cunts
As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts
One times for your mind before I brake these streets
Ain't nothin' holdin' me back hip hop track
Yo son you know the feelin' shit will get revealed
As the times will get better
And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights
As the stars shine bright
Motherfuckers Moet and chicks they keep steppin'
Like Dom Perrion one day will live large
Word to Allah and it don't seem hard
No more jealousy and envy
Curse is put apon me
Watch me live free at the clink
With my niggas you'll see
Raisin' to the top like a rocket shit yo I go far
"Super star"

DOE DOE & A SKUNK Suga Free

2010-12-16T07:34:00.000-08:00

Chorus:
Smokin' on that doe doe and a skunk
As I bump with the humps in the trunk
I'm sippin' on that Hennesey because it's all good
As I bounce to a party in the hood
(x2)

Verse 1:

[Suga Free]
Slide, slide, slippety slide
Because I heard it was a party jumpin' on the Westside
Ride, Dogg, show me your eyes
So I'ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive
Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back
Nothin' jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin' smack
'Cause the party that I'm headed fo' is oh so deep
And it's a Tony Lang thang so I'm bound to creep
Now Suga Free don't dance, but I'd like to now
And my hoes can't go until my money is right
Now I'm about to get go after I G up from the feet up
And roll this weed up, like ?, speed up with the beat up
And roll. Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo
Better known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote
The twilight smoker, 'fore smoke
As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin' smoked
Hittin' 16 switches is the life
While your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs
I sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm
The only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her
As I tip top out the Cadillac
I see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang

[?Tony Lang?]
?? up in a planatary temper high
Tryin' to prevent a player from gettin' his pie, so let me fly

Chorus

Verse 2:

[Suga Free]
Sway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds
I'm paranoid but I still want that herb
Somebody ??? cause my cotton mouth is back but I'm feelin' superb
I'm in la-la land and I'm tweaky
I'm in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky
I'm in la-la land, time to start creepin'
One two three, I emerge as a G
The Chronic got my membrane stuck
I'm Suga Free and I don't give a huff
And my eyes are oh so loaded
That I can barely focus in on my folks
Sway, it's reserve, as I tip-toe
Slip and slide to the flow where the ?heatho?
Really though, here we go ho
Foe everytime I look around I see hoes
So many different freaks to be chose
So what you sayin'? What you sayin'?
Spit that game and bust these hoes
?? caught me for a dog, how?
Got you niggas slippin' with this freak in, bow wow
That ? was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook
Cause that's the way it's written down in a players book
To a bitch thinkin' just like blue
Don't let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you
Now if you got a sack of weed say "Right, right"
Now hold it up and wave it from side to side
Cause your party ain't a party if you ain't got weed
Woman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath
Yeah I can feel my heart beat
It's Suga Free, come take this weed from me
And something's wrong, I think I'm sprung, off of that twee.. Suga Free
And I feel so high, my mouth is dry
But I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise
Seems.. As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic
Not that boo-bop that you got
Seperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie
That every other bud head do
The certain general has just informed you and I
To inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well

Chorus 4x

Smokin on that doe doe and a skunk...

THE DAY YOU´RE MINE Big Daddy Kane

2010-12-16T07:21:00.000-08:00

Talk about ever meeting Ms. Right
But one thing I know is this girl is hype
Not a crab I see but such a lovely female
And if looks could kill, she would be in jail
For raving all over with exotic beauty
And to captivate her love is my only duty
There's not a single feature that this girl lacks
Sweetheart, you're my aphrodisiac

You've got me waiting for you day by day
Fantasies of you has got me drifting away
And I know, a love like yours would be so hard to find
So I'll just keep on waiting for the day you're mine

Now I've talked to young girls and sophisticated ladies
But I swear my dear, none appear on your level baby
Maybe, it's just me imagining
Then again, I probably just haven't been
With the right female and in detail
I'll probably never will be, girl if we fail
Cause every time I appear to be pleased
You know what happens?
I just get skeezed

The girl that I admire, one that I desire
And no one can stop the feelings that you inspire
The way that you leave me in this obsession
With the chambers of my heart in your possession
We were meant to be together, always and forever
For that engagement, I shall endeavor
Pray for the day that we combine
And I can say for sure that you're truly mine
In benevolence and reverence
As soon as our relationship commence
But for now, I wait impatiently
For the day that you can give your all to me

The moment of truth is what I really should call it
I worked so hard for it so please don't spoil it
Yeah it's a lot that I'm asking you to give me
That's only because I need you with me
Side by side, hand in hand
You as my girl and Kane as your man
Bust it, ever since the first time that I seen her
I wanted her to step inside my arena
I'd be the champion of love, wear the golden glove
And show you what a real man is made of
My feelings I'm sharing because I'm caring
My heart'll tell you why I am so endearing
For a chance at romance I would love to enhance
I would be your man under any circumstance
Just as long as I can say that you're my own
Your feelings for me and mine alone
We can cherish every moment of the time we spent
Try to take our love to the full extent
The point that I'm trying so hard to get through
Is girl, I'm in love with you

A dramatic fanatic for our relation
Cupid has me stupid with infatuation
And a fashion of passion so tenderly
With vibes I can't describe you send to me
This personal attachment in which I feel
To you my dear, I will try to reveal
All over and over, I'll try and try
Because to see you with the next man makes me cry
I feel that I should be the only man to side you
Cause no one can love you the way that I do
No one deserve the love you can give
So allow me to show you how I'm out to live
With something very special, palliative and pure
And anything that you want, I can give you more
I'll be calm and gentle, loving and sentimental
Oh so much emotion, I'm talking devotion
Cause when I get involved, I get involved so deep
That you would know that my love is something special to keep
But for now, I guess I'll be fine
And keep waiting for the day that you'll be mine

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT Eightball & MJG

2010-12-16T07:15:00.000-08:00

Ahh yeah mic check 1, 2
Eightball and MJG space-age forever

[Eightball]
It was some what early, I was on my way
To get me some hay from my nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog wanna hunt for a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please
These H-Town freaks be a hundred degrees
It felt like a dream, sittin' on the lot at Dairy Queen
Very clean, in my dirty three pullin' machine
Jeans with tightly packed booty caught my eyes
My mind started to wonder about the prize between her thighs
She caught me lookin' grinnin'
Sharing my thoughts of late night sinnin'
Hey baby can I speak to you (Naw, naw you probably got plenty women)
Damn, how you gonna shoot a playa down
Before the conversation gets started baby
Ain't you done seen me and MJG on BET with J-O-E
Anyway, I wonder if we could set this thing off properly
Jet to one of my properties and blow a bag of that broccoli
Possibly, we could be, more than friends if you let it be
Imagine it, you and me, in the middle of the night

[Hook]
In the middle of the night, you can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I really wanna hear, baby have no fear
I'll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year so bring it over here
In the middle of the night, you can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I really wanna hear, baby have no fear
I'll be oblige to the side of the mack of the year so bring it over here
In the middle of the night

[MJG]
I was chillin' at the bar, girl gave me the eye
So I had to start a conversation took by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my mind
That's a line of a flat down straight up ho down freak
Then I pulled her to the side and I asked her what's up
She said (What's on ya mind)
I said well if ya thinkin' what I'm thinkin'
We straight ya ain't gonna waste my time
Then I shuffled to the bar
Done missed the stuff that was goin' at the affair
Then as I came to the corner of the wall
I noticed that the girl was just standin' there
And then she gave me a look
Not an ordinary look but a look that made me thank
Did she wanna romance, did she wanna hit and run
Man, she out to try to count my bank
Now I was sippin' on the Hen and she approached me again
Choosin' on the playa with a grin, telling her friend
(Girl, I'ma be a lil' late gettin' in)
Now I was feelin' kind of hot in the spot
Gotta figure out a way to get my temperature down
Hit the town, ran a red to the hip without a flip
Without all these windows is around
Let's me and you do what we gotta do to get through
The rest of this episode, hold on tight
Let's re-write in the middle of the night

[Hook]

[MJG]
I'm on late night mission top let down
That's the way I gotta flip when I be
Feelin' 'ike I wanna take a dip in the wind
Night-life livin' all the way to the end
It's just something bout the moon and the stars
And the dark blue sky that turns me on
I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get better believe I'm gone
Now you can call me the vampire type
Batman livin' in a cave no lights
Seem too bright MJ outta sight
Never gotta fuss plus I never gotta fight
I might make another round through the Mound
Gotta get a sack of hay to make my trip complete
Look at all the women still hangin' in the streets
Temptation is an animal hard for me to beat
But as I creep through the midnight
Checkin' out the few tail I'd like to get right quick
Got my hand on my tone if a crook try to get me
Then a crook gonna wind up sick
I need to find a way to spend my time
Situation dirty, gotta erase my mind
Hangin' out to dry like clothes on a line
Everything fine, just like wine
Ain't nothin' shakin' but the leaves in the trees
Young women knees in a fresh set of keys
Now I'm fixin' to break em' to the birds and the bees
MJ put the P in tha ABC
In the morning I'ma stay up in the bed
Reaching for the cup filled up with ice
Blend it in with that H2O coolin' me off from my flight

[Hook x3]

O.G. Dat Nigga Daz featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg & Nate Dogg

2010-12-16T07:11:00.000-08:00

Snoop (Daz):
Yeah, what I'ma do right here is take my time,
and dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace,
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there, you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go down memory lane.

Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the MC and the homie Nate).
So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide,
as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).

Nate (Daz):
Do you remember back on the East Side?
Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.

Snoop:
Lets speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
I learned than from the G's,
a G is an overseer, the overseer sees.
More than you do 'cause he gets experienced,
and besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
she said: "playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we enter the house,
come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch?"
They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a T-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.

Nate:
My homie told me one day he had a jack move,
he said: "come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools",
next day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
saying to myself "I'll never fuck with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I learned to be
what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
Original gangsta

Daz:
I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an O.G.,
beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
with the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door,
to let you know we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
and let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
and ask myself: "who the fuck should I really fear?".
I ran around with the best killers,
thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(???) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for good luck,
serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
a grown child laying niggas the fuck down.

Nate (Daz):
Original gangsta (original gangsta),
coming from Long Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...

You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
C-O-B.'s can't see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times]
shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z,
shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G,
shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P,
shout outs to my niggas C, Style and me.

Snoop (Nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a true story.
you know what I'm saying? It's a G thang baby (original gangsta)
You trick ass bitch!

ONE DAY AT A TIME Devin The Dude featuring K-Dee & K.B.

2010-12-16T07:04:00.000-08:00

Devin:
Uh, rollin' car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much too old and
Smokin' weed feelin' fine
In my Nightville '79

I smoke weed I drink brew
That's all I rap about cause shit that's all I do
Some people get mad cause I smoke in front of my kids
Well I also wipe they ass when they piss and shit
I treat a woman like a queen and a bitch like a slut
But I tend to make 'em both wipe off my dick when I nut
I keep a whole bunch of bitches from Brawlway to Bisanet
A bitch to buy me weed a bitch to buy me beer and cigarettes
A hoe to help me with music have her ass jacked up
In my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups
She likes my old school Porshe
She like my old school knowledge
But most of all she like my special gold tooth polish
And she's bout it
If I want it then I got it
We'll be goin' off to college
I be givin' that pussy plenty mileage
I be nuttin' on your bitch while I'm rubbin' on her tits
She be suckin' on my dick
I stuck it then I split

Hook
Keep in mind
Peace of mind
Takin' it a day at a time
Stayin' high
To ease my mind
Wavin' at every bitch that goes by

K-Dee:
Ya see my organization is gettin' stronger
See we ain't for that bullshit no longer
Devin and K-Dee
Never the less we
Keep the bud handy sip the finest French brandy
Jewels be imported don't fuck with the rinky dinky
Rock Ice like Berg Slim a couple stones on each pinky
Never fakin' but makin' boyfriends becomes exs
Kick to the curb see we swerve in a Lexus
Ta-dow
How ya like us now
Got niggas sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin' "Wow"
The way we put it down,hum, quite impressive
A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive
You niggas need to stop thinkin' I'm a hater
Mad because I spit more game than a commentator
As long as your heads bobbin'
Your girls hearts throbbin'
Hit me with the dub when you see me out mobbin'

Hook

K.B.:
I fuck these hoes skinny or swole
He bitchin' bout ugly toes
You ain't fuckin' her feet fuck the hoe with your eyes closed
Shit, I showed these bitches what they pussy made for
Especially a big ? Carter lookin' ass hoe
Bitch name ? fuckin' pooh big Shiela
Big country ass hoe with a body like a two liter
I feed her peter
She give me everything I need
I get beer by the cases and a big ole' bag a weed
Cause she love hustlin' Kelvin
I leave her with more blue notes than Melvin
Makes me a hamsandwich then I'm bailin'
Out like a felon
Something metal lock lemon
These hoes got tricks but from me all they get is dick
And a whole bunch of lies that I spit
? flew up in these bitches I leave them hoes sick
We all know they ain't shit
And so I'm out to get rich
And if I hit
The bitch thick

LA POLICIA Mariano José de Larra

2010-12-13T06:06:00.000-08:00

Hola, Crooks!
Como hace mucho tiempo que no me acuerdo de nuestros amigos los guardias, (Y eso que ellos lo mismo salvan a un perro de morir atropellao que evitan que den un golpe en el Vizcaya-Bilbao) aca dejo uno de los artículos que escribió el colega Larra en memoria, tributo, simpatia y respeto por la más impune institución que se le haya ocurrido a quien hizo la trampa, Fuck peace & da police.

LA POLICIA Mariano josé de Larra

Así como hay en el mundo hombres buenos, también hay cosas buenas: no citaremos nombres propios en la primera clase, por no ofender a la mayoría; pero en la segunda preciso será citar si queremos que nos crean. Cosa buena, por ejemplo, es la previa censura, y para algunos no sólo buena, sino excelente. Que manda usted y que manda usted mal, dos cosas que pueden ir juntas. ¿Pues no es cosa buena y rebuena que nadie pueda decirle a usted una palabra? Que manda usted y que no manda mal, pero que es usted hombre de calma; y como había usted de mandar algo bueno, no manda usted nada, ni bueno ni malo. ¿Pues no es un placer verdaderamente que si hay algún escritorzuelo atrevido que sale a decir: “esto no marcha”, salga por otra parte el censor que usted le pone y le escriba en letra gorda y desigual al pie del folleto: Esto no puede correr? Vaya si es cosa buena.

Que es usted un sujeto de luces por otra parte, amigo del Gobierno, y que tiene usted poco sueldo, o no tiene usted ninguno, como suele suceder; vaya si es cosa buena que le den a usted 20.000 reales de sueldo u opción a los primeros que vaquen, sólo por poner: Esto no puede correr, que al cabo es decir una verdad como un templo… Cosa buena es y muy buena.

Replicaránnos los que viven de disputar que la tal previa censura no es igualmente buena para el que escribió el artículo que no puede correr, ni para el país que de él pudiera sacar provecho; pero en primer lugar, que al sentar nosotros la proposición de que hay cosas buenas, no hemos dicho para quién, y en segundo añadiremos que ése es el destino de las cosas de este mundo, en las cuales no hay una sola buena para todos.

Países hay donde se cree que la perfección consiste en que las cosas sean buenas para los demás; pero también hay países donde se cree en las brujas, y no por eso son las brujas más verdaderas. Dejemos por consiguiente este punto, que entra en el número de los muchos que no son oportunos todavía para nosotros, y convengamos únicamente en que hay cosas buenas.

Sabido esto, pocas hay que se puedan comparar con la policía. Por de pronto, su origen está en la naturaleza; la policía se debe al miedo, y el miedo es cosa tan natural, que poco o mucho no hay quien no tenga alguno; y eso sin contar con los que tienen demasiado, que son los más. Todos tenemos miedo; los cobardes a todo; los valientes a parecer cobardes; en una palabra, el que más hace es el que más lo disimula, y esto no lo digo yo precisamente; antes que yo lo había dicho Ercilla, en dos versos, por más señas, que si bien pudieran ser mejores, difícilmente podrían ser más ciertos:
“El miedo es natural en el prudente,
Y el saberlo vencer es ser valiente”.

Preclaro es, pues el origen de la policía. No nos remontaremos a las edades remotas para encontrar apoyos a favor de la policía. Trabajo inútil fuera, pues ya nos lo dan hecho; un orador ha dicho que en todos los países la ha habido con este o aquel nombre, y es punto sabido y muy sabido que la había en Roma y en el consulado de Cicerón; no se sabe si con este o con aquel nombre, no precisamente con su subdelegado al frente y sus celadores al pie; pero ello es que la había, y si la había en Roma es cosa buena; si a esto se añade que la hay en Portugal, y que el pueblo da a sus individuos el nombre de morcegos, ya no hay más que saber.
Venecia ha sido el Estado que ha llevado a más alto grado de esplendor la policía; pues ¿qué otra cosa era el famoso tribunal pesquisidor de aquella República? A ella se debía la hermosa libertad que se gozaba en la reina del Adriático, y que con colores tan halagüeños nos ha presentado un literato moderno en la escena, y un célebre novelista en su Bravo. La Inquisición no era tampoco otra cosa que una policía religiosa; y si era buena la Inquisición, no hay para qué disputarlo. Aquí se prueba lo que ha dicho el orador citado, de que siempre ha existido en todos los países con este o aquel nombre.

Otra prueba de que es cosa buena la policía es su existencia, no sólo en Roma y en Portugal, sino también en Austria; y sobre todo, en la parte de Italia sujeta a aquel Imperio, donde es delito a los ojos de la policía haber a las manos un papel francés. Así son los italianos tan felices, así se hacen lenguas del emperador de Austria. Óigase otro ejemplo. Ahí está la Polonia, que debe su actual felicidad -¡vaya si es feliz!- a la policía rusa. Que la policía es, pues, una institución liberal, se deduce claramente de su existencia en Austria y en Polonia; y si nos venimos más acá, veremos que en Francia la instaló Bonaparte, uno de los amigos más acérrimos de la libertad, y tanto, que él tomó para sí toda la que pudo coger a los pueblos que sujetó; y a España, por fin, la trajo el célebre conquistador del Trocadero el año 23 (Angulema), y fue lo que nos dio en cambio y permuta de la Constitución que se llevó; prueba de que él creía que valía tanto por lo menos la policía como la Constitución. Pues luego, si ha hecho bienes al país, no hay para qué ponerlo en cuestión.

A la policía debió el desgraciado Miyar su triste fin; y como ha dicho muy bien otro orador, a la policía se debió sin duda alguna aquella inocente treta por la cual se sonsacó de Gibraltar a un célebre patriota para acabarlo en territorio español, con toda nobleza y valentía (Torrijos). Pero ¿a qué más ejemplos? De cuantos liberales han muerto judicialmente asesinados en los diez años, acaso no habrá habido uno que no haya tenido algo que agradecer a esa brillante institución. Ahora bien: continuador el año 35 y heredero universal, como se ha pretendido, de los diez años, mal pudiera rehusar herencia tan legítima; así hemos visto a nuestra policía recientemente hacer prodigios en punto a conspiraciones.

La policía se divide en política y en urbana. Y es cosa tan buena una como otra. Por la primera, supongamos que sabe usted que se habla en un café, en una casa, o que no se habla, pero que tiene usted un enemigo -¿quién no tiene un enemigo?-. Va usted a la policía y con contar el caso, y con añadir que en la casa tienen pacto con isabelinos, y que detrás del viva de ordenanza está tapada la anarquía, hace usted prender a su enemigo (la sociedad isabelina fue creada por los liberales fieles al constitucionalismo gaditano, con el propósito de derrocar el Estatuto moderado de Martínez de la Rosa y restablecer sin restricciones el Código político de 1812). ¿Pues no es cosa excelente? Luego, para cualquier carrera se necesita saber algo, suponiendo que no haya favor o parentesco; para médico, por ejemplo, alargar la enfermedad; para abogado, embrollar el asunto; para militar, ir a Vizcaya… para cura, todos sabemos ya lo que se necesita saber, y por ese estilo; pero para ser policía, basta con no ser sordo. ¡Y es tan fácil no ser sordo! Ahora, si fuera preciso hacerse el sordo, ya era otra cosa: era preciso saber entonces casi tanto como para ser ministro.

Por otra parte, decía un ilustre amigo nuestro que la España se había dividido siempre en dos clases; gentes que prenden a gentes que son prendidas: admitida esta distinción, no se necesita preguntar si es cosa buena la policía.

Acerca de los premios destinados a la delación, y para cuyos gastos será sin duda gran parte de los millones del presupuesto, esto es indispensable: primero, porque uno no ha de delatar en balde, y segundo, porque no se cogen truchas… etc. En una palabra, o se ha de prender, o no se ha de prender; si se ha de prender es preciso que haya quien delate; y si ha de haber delatores, éstos han de comer, porque tripas llevan pies. Por consiguiente, no sólo es cosa buena la policía, sino también los ocho millones.

En los Estados Unidos y en Inglaterra no hay esta policía política; pero sabido es en primer lugar el desorden de ideas que reina en aquellos países; allí puede uno tener la opinión que le dé la gana; por otra parte, la liberad mal entendida tiene sus extremos, y nosotros, leyendo en el gran libro abierto de las revoluciones, como ha dicho muy bien otro orador, debemos aprender algo en él, y no seguir las mismas huellas de los países demasiado libres, porque vendríamos a parar al mismo estado de prosperidad de aquellas dos naciones. La riqueza vicia al hombre, y la prosperidad le hace orgulloso por más que digan.

La otra policía es urbana. Ésta es todavía más cosa buena que la otra. Entre las ventajas que produce nos contentaremos con los pasaportes, con los cuales va usted adonde quiere y adonde le dejan. Paga usted su peseta, y ya sabe usted que tiene pasaporte. Suponga usted que, a imitación de Inglaterra, no hubiera pasaportes. En verdad que no se concibe cómo se puede ir de una parte a otra sin pasaporte; si fuera sin caminos, sin canales, sin carruajes, sin posadas, ¡vaya!, pero ¡sin pasaportes! Por el mismo consiguiente saca usted su carta de seguridad, y ya está usted seguro de haber gastado dos reales; pero en cambio hay otro que desde que usted los tiene de menos, los tiene de más. De modo que para éste, sobre todo, la carta de seguridad es cosa buena, tan buena por el pronto como dos reales. Hay cosas mejores, es verdad, pero siempre es cosa buena.

Probada, pues, hasta la evidencia la bondad de la policía, ¿cómo pudiéramos no agregarnos al voto de los 50 señores procuradores que han perdido la última votación? Poco vale por cierto nuestra opinión; no somos desgraciadamente ni procuradores ni inviolables, pero en cambio tendremos policía por lo menos; pagaremos en compañía de nuestros compatriotas ocho millones para que nos averigüen nuestras conversaciones, nuestros pensamientos, nuestros… y si algún día la policía nos prende, como es probable, por anarquistas, exclamaremos con justo entusiasmo: “¡Buena cárcel nos mamamos! ¡Pero buen dinero nos cuesta!”.

FEDERICO FELLINI Expo en el Caixa Forum

2010-12-13T05:31:00.000-08:00

De lunes a domingo, de 10 a 20 h. Precio: Actividad gratuita

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Paseo del Prado, 36
28014 MADRID

Hasta el dia 26 de este mes estarán exponiendo en el Caixa Forum de enfrente del Paseo del Prado, por Atocha, un monton de cambas de pelis, curiosidades, portadas de Anita Ekberg del HOLA! bocetos y comics de Fellini, sobre Marcelo Mastroianni, personajes extrambóticos de Satyricón y loops eternos en proyectores de la propia Satyricón, de La Strada y de Boccaccio´70, etc etc...
Si te flipa este revolucionario director de la eterna Dolce Vita yo, el otro dia me lo pasé de puta madre en esta expo donde podrás ampliar un poco más en la mente de, simplemente, uno de los más grandes, period.

DON´T MiZZ THAT!

2010-11-26T02:31:00.000-08:00

El album estará en la calle el dia 30! podreis pillar el album anyway en la sala el dia 3, peizzzz!

CORREDORES DE BLOQUE CB CUTS VOL.1

2010-11-19T06:11:00.000-08:00

QUE DECIS CROOKS! APROVECHO PARA QUE OS METAIS EN EL BLOG DE MIS HERMANITOS STREET BUCKS http://www.streetbucks.blogspot.com/?zx=c0722ec90217852e (CORTA PEGA)LE HECHEIS UN OJO Y OS BAJEIS LA ESPERADA TAPE DE LOS COLEGAS CB, APARTE ESTA NOCHE EN LA SALA LA MALA EN ALUCHE ( CALLE SESEÑA 9) PRESENTAN ESTA MOVIDA, ACA OS DEJO EL FLYER, SUPPORT THE REAL!

A LAS 21!!!!!!! PAZ

MOVIMIENTOS THE SHOW!

2010-11-15T12:51:00.000-08:00

Que decís??
El proximo dia 3 de diciembre (VIERNES!) tenemos el show de presentación del album MOVIMIENTOS (Uglyworkz baby!) de Trad Montana & Lil´Ghalin en la BOITE, la sala que esta en la Plaza del Carmen, por aca por el centro!
El show va a estar bien guapo y divertido, como todos los que hacemos, tambien el colega Lil´Bandana os dará un repaso de su tape ICE & CREAMY recien del horno. En el show tambien estaremos todos los colegas y nos lo vamos a pasar genial poniéndolo ahí, de puta madre para empezar la noche, peizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Más información en el cartel y en estos dias!

SANS SOLEIL (Chris Marker, 1983)

2010-11-15T06:24:00.000-08:00

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2459111438622342949#
CORTA Y PEGA!

what up!
En Google Videos podeis encontrar esta cinta documental francesa de un Chris Marker que descubrí hace poco y que se ha colocado sin yo proponermelo en mi cabeza como uno de mis directores favoritos. Este denso documental habla de la universalidad, idea con la que me siento representado (al igual que su complicada clasificación) y agusto. Culturas diferentes unidas sin saberlo por costumbres, decisiones y consecuencias. simple y complicado como un haiku.Una canción de Modest Mussorgsky. Ningún tipo de orden que no sea practicamente en espiral, nada cronológico, y sin embargo en armonia. paz!
U.R.

"L'Éloignement des pays répare en quelque sorte la trop grande proximité des temps."
Jean Racine.

RAN ( Akira Kurosawa, 1985)

2010-11-15T06:03:00.000-08:00

Ya conoceis a Akira Kurosawa, y esta adaptación personal del Rey Léar de Shakespeare a la japanese es una obra épica de culto que os recomiendo altamente desde el facebook de los crooks, don´t miss that! la fotografía es lo más.

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MGME´S

2010-11-15T05:53:00.001-08:00