As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nuttin' left
'Cuz I've been blastin' and laughin' so long, that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't neva crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
You betta watch how you're talkin', and where you're walkin'
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta, loc
As they group I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight
[Chorus:]
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
THEY GOT the situation, they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin'dreams
I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my 10 in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta set trippin' banga
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anga, fool
Death ain't nothin' but a heartbeat away,
I'm livin' life, do or die, what can I say
I'm 23 now, will I live to see 24
the way things is goin' I don't know
[Chorus:]
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'
What's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'
they say I got ta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach ME
I guess they can't, I guess they won't
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the one's we hurt, are you and me
Dangerous Minds Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Dangerous Minds Soundtrack Lyrics
- Coolio - Gangstas Paradise
- Aaron Hall - Curiosity
- Big Mike - Havin Thangs
- Rappin 4-Tay - Problems
- Mr. Dalvin - True O.G.
- Tre Black - Put Ya Back Into It
- 24k - Dont Go There
- Immature - Feel The Funk
- Sista - Its Alright
- Rappin 4-Tay - A Message For Your Mind
- Devante - Gin & Juice
- Wendy - This Is The Life
Writer: Stevie Wonder, Artis L Ivey Jr., Doug Rasheed, Lawrence Sanders
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SHELLY BAY MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SHELLY BAY MUSIC
Aaron Hall - Curiosity
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Big Mike - Havin Thangs
Hmm, heh, stay wiv me
[Chorus:]
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (I gots ta have it)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Time plans change and change comes with time
Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine
Had to do some crime
With the attitude of not givin a f*ck
Born with no luck, refuse to stay stuck
I make the bucks
Did what I had to, I did what I could
My rise to the top was no surprise cos I knew dat I would
make it, oh, the chance I had to take it
Fake it, never
because that nigga was too clever
If there ever was a motherf*ckin die for his crime
it had to be me, the B-I-G Mike and he straight G
Come sun down, come sun up, gun up
for dem niggas who wanna run up
wishin my colly came up short, that nigga done what?
Fool, you think black nigga don't go for no losses
I had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo' horses
Down wit neighbourhood bouncers I made a connection in rows
Laid up with elbows in vogues
I just kick back and stack rows and hoes
[Chorus:]
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Stay wiv me)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Times are changin, I'm livin my life in and out the dope, black!
Loungin here and there somethin screamin in my ear
"Michael go back home!" but I ain't really sure, black
I gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that
Comin up short, swangin by the tail-in
Thinkin of a masterplan, this nigga's bailin
down the road and I promise not to look back
at what I once had, what I have now, would've left left when I was two,
black
Shook that, now I'm in my own realm
Controllin shit, kickin it, never knew life could be so damn well
I got mine, everything feelin lime
Time for a change and change comes with time
[Chorus:]
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (They done)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (Hmm!)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Fool!)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Lock another nigga up, throw away the f*ckin key
That's the way they punish me, motherf*ck society
I can spend a century in a penetentiary
it won't make a difference G
cos ain't nobody missin me
Round and round and round we go, a diff'rent day, a diff'rent face
Damn I wish I could run away, I hate this motherf*ckin place
Too many goddamn rules that's why I quit school
Givin me a quickie test, I ain't no damn fool
Can't walk out my house because they always in my face
And if I step outta place, they wanna give me a case
Ain't no difference between society and a jail house
Everybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out
Just cos you ain't locked down you think you got it good
but you better think again cos the police are checkin niggas in the
neighbourhood
beatin our ass down
Cos society is just like the pen so get ready for the lock-down
Clock now while you can, man huh
cos it's all about havin thangs
An' I'ma get mine fool!
Time for a change and change changes with time
[Chorus:]
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Hmm)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
[x4]
[Chorus:]
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (I gots ta have it)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Time plans change and change comes with time
Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine
Had to do some crime
With the attitude of not givin a f*ck
Born with no luck, refuse to stay stuck
I make the bucks
Did what I had to, I did what I could
My rise to the top was no surprise cos I knew dat I would
make it, oh, the chance I had to take it
Fake it, never
because that nigga was too clever
If there ever was a motherf*ckin die for his crime
it had to be me, the B-I-G Mike and he straight G
Come sun down, come sun up, gun up
for dem niggas who wanna run up
wishin my colly came up short, that nigga done what?
Fool, you think black nigga don't go for no losses
I had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo' horses
Down wit neighbourhood bouncers I made a connection in rows
Laid up with elbows in vogues
I just kick back and stack rows and hoes
[Chorus:]
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Stay wiv me)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Times are changin, I'm livin my life in and out the dope, black!
Loungin here and there somethin screamin in my ear
"Michael go back home!" but I ain't really sure, black
I gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that
Comin up short, swangin by the tail-in
Thinkin of a masterplan, this nigga's bailin
down the road and I promise not to look back
at what I once had, what I have now, would've left left when I was two,
black
Shook that, now I'm in my own realm
Controllin shit, kickin it, never knew life could be so damn well
I got mine, everything feelin lime
Time for a change and change comes with time
[Chorus:]
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (They done)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made (Hmm!)
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Fool!)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
Lock another nigga up, throw away the f*ckin key
That's the way they punish me, motherf*ck society
I can spend a century in a penetentiary
it won't make a difference G
cos ain't nobody missin me
Round and round and round we go, a diff'rent day, a diff'rent face
Damn I wish I could run away, I hate this motherf*ckin place
Too many goddamn rules that's why I quit school
Givin me a quickie test, I ain't no damn fool
Can't walk out my house because they always in my face
And if I step outta place, they wanna give me a case
Ain't no difference between society and a jail house
Everybody's locked up and wanna get the hell out
Just cos you ain't locked down you think you got it good
but you better think again cos the police are checkin niggas in the
neighbourhood
beatin our ass down
Cos society is just like the pen so get ready for the lock-down
Clock now while you can, man huh
cos it's all about havin thangs
An' I'ma get mine fool!
Time for a change and change changes with time
[Chorus:]
Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Hmm)
Just another young nigga havin thangs made
[x4]
Writer: Eric Peter Goldman, Jason Cornell Green, Zedrick Eugene Kelley
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Rappin 4-Tay - Problems
no I can't run, I can't hide from all this pressure,
if I sell out that means I'm copping to a lesser charge,
and whenever there's a will baby, there's a way,
each one teach one, I always say,
the murder rate is rising, soceity ain't scaring me,
life is like a puzzle, ain't no telling when they'll bury be,
they wanna tell me how to live,
but I got dues to pay, now how much money you gon' give,
for my PG and me bill, 'cause it's a week late,
leave the hustle alone, fool, don't procastanate,
cause I'm a get mine, and that's the way I was taught,
fool, now what you thought,
that I was born and raised in a big house,
while you would sleep up in the bed, I slept on the couch,
I tried to study, but was often interrupted,
because the nieghborhood I'm from is so corrupted,
rats and roaches creeping through the cracks in my walls,
while my folks down the street breaking plain and ball,
trying to count as much as they can count is like hell,
is kind of hard being raised off up in the cell,
get on your own, and get you some bizness, black,
stay sucker-free, and by all means, watch your back,
you ain't gotta listen, but take it from your boy 4-Tay,
fool, you think you pormised another day?,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you slove 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy tryin to deal with these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man, I'm going crazy trying to deal with these problems,
Each and every day on these streets, game is getting sicker,
thicker than a King-size snicker,
and I know who's got the plug, don't need no witness,
cause your bizness ain't everybody elses bizness,
snitchers, and gothams, and gangstas, they're so keniving,
in 1995, only the strong will survive and,
everytime I open up somethin', somebody wants some,
so I could be broke, all on my lonesome,
too many critics, too many debators,
and when they don't hire us, that makes me think they hate us,
but that's just anothre problem pushing through my brain,
that wouldn't change no matter how much I complained,
how would you care if I was living on welfare,
you act like you gon' move me and my family elsewhere,
allow me to make this conversation more concrete,
too many formalitys, and I find that so obsolete,
but I'm a keep striving, 'cause it couldn't get no worse,
ain't robbing no banks or snatching nobody's purse,
I finally made me a profit, so now I can really chill,
check my mailbox, Oh, too soon , there's my phone bill
trying to look up for number 1, and that's my mother,
if it ain't one thing fly, it's another,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy when your dealing with these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man I'm going crazy tryin to deal with these problems,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy trying to deal with these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man I'm going crazy trying to deal with these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
I'm a handle mine,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
take 'em one at a time
if I sell out that means I'm copping to a lesser charge,
and whenever there's a will baby, there's a way,
each one teach one, I always say,
the murder rate is rising, soceity ain't scaring me,
life is like a puzzle, ain't no telling when they'll bury be,
they wanna tell me how to live,
but I got dues to pay, now how much money you gon' give,
for my PG and me bill, 'cause it's a week late,
leave the hustle alone, fool, don't procastanate,
cause I'm a get mine, and that's the way I was taught,
fool, now what you thought,
that I was born and raised in a big house,
while you would sleep up in the bed, I slept on the couch,
I tried to study, but was often interrupted,
because the nieghborhood I'm from is so corrupted,
rats and roaches creeping through the cracks in my walls,
while my folks down the street breaking plain and ball,
trying to count as much as they can count is like hell,
is kind of hard being raised off up in the cell,
get on your own, and get you some bizness, black,
stay sucker-free, and by all means, watch your back,
you ain't gotta listen, but take it from your boy 4-Tay,
fool, you think you pormised another day?,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you slove 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy tryin to deal with these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man, I'm going crazy trying to deal with these problems,
Each and every day on these streets, game is getting sicker,
thicker than a King-size snicker,
and I know who's got the plug, don't need no witness,
cause your bizness ain't everybody elses bizness,
snitchers, and gothams, and gangstas, they're so keniving,
in 1995, only the strong will survive and,
everytime I open up somethin', somebody wants some,
so I could be broke, all on my lonesome,
too many critics, too many debators,
and when they don't hire us, that makes me think they hate us,
but that's just anothre problem pushing through my brain,
that wouldn't change no matter how much I complained,
how would you care if I was living on welfare,
you act like you gon' move me and my family elsewhere,
allow me to make this conversation more concrete,
too many formalitys, and I find that so obsolete,
but I'm a keep striving, 'cause it couldn't get no worse,
ain't robbing no banks or snatching nobody's purse,
I finally made me a profit, so now I can really chill,
check my mailbox, Oh, too soon , there's my phone bill
trying to look up for number 1, and that's my mother,
if it ain't one thing fly, it's another,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy when your dealing with these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man I'm going crazy tryin to deal with these problems,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy trying to deal with these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man I'm going crazy trying to deal with these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
I'm a handle mine,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
take 'em one at a time
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Mr. Dalvin - True O.G.
(feat. Static (of The Bassment))
[Intro:]
Yeah, we gonna bust it a little something like this. Me and my nigga Mr.
Dalvin. First let me get some weed before I wreck it. Just lay back.
[Static:]
Where the reefer at, where the reefer at?
Run me in the dime, not trying to bust my head
Cause I stays on top of mine (top on mine)
Cause I been ballin' since the days of back when
Niggas wasn't be thinkin' about drink no juice and gin (alright brother)
Niggas be drinkin' the Thunderbird or Nighttrain
Lookin' for the right frame, breakin' like a dice game
Stackin' skrilla so I'm sippin' Hennessy
Lickin' shot after shot at my enemies
Boom boom recognize all persuers been in the game for years
Cause I'm a sho connoisseur
Consume the blocks, drop off my rocks, the quicker a nigga play me
The quicker a nigga who drops, pops of the glocks
Not trippin' facial experessions, be shittin'
Niggas don't be hearin' all that in every city
Take a nigga out if you gotta on the day to day
Then parlay, ate a gator, parlay, to God nigga
[Hook:]
It ain't hare to see, when niggas try to be like me
A true O.G., y'all y'all, gotta take you underground
Parlay all day with the niggas from the Bassment sound [X2]
[Mr. Dalvin:]
Watch out for I blow, swing low
Forget it, y'all don't hear me though, I'm hittin' switches
Hoppin' like a 64, and I, thought you knew, what I can do
Able to leap tall buildind and run up to your crew (oooooh)
The underground stylistical, got more flavors than mystics
So lay back and watch this nigga kick it
Wicked without thinkin' of funky
But I ain't stinkin', I know I got you open cause I got y'all niggas
blinkin'
Check it out, you watch me devastate this track
I make stacks and stacks and leave niggas on they backs
Cause I...be a sharp shooter, intruder
Rugged and rough, poppin' off just like a lueger
Now how many niggas, wanna get down, while I say
With Jodeci or the Bassment sound, around
I don't wanna see, handin', my crew is deep and you know that we be bangin'
So give me a bottle of Boons so watch me load my gat
Start a war like Tom Barringer in Platoon
So, don't mess with this flow, Mr. Dalvin is gone like 19 nigga fiz-o, oh
[Hook]
Come on get down (repeated after every line)
This goin' out to all the players
Shoot outs to the ballers
Much love to the hustlers (all around the world)
Mo power to the pimps
Watch the Bassment make it mo better (like that)
Niggas just down for whatever, whatever
Come on, like that
Shhhh, let it go, let it flow
[Intro:]
Yeah, we gonna bust it a little something like this. Me and my nigga Mr.
Dalvin. First let me get some weed before I wreck it. Just lay back.
[Static:]
Where the reefer at, where the reefer at?
Run me in the dime, not trying to bust my head
Cause I stays on top of mine (top on mine)
Cause I been ballin' since the days of back when
Niggas wasn't be thinkin' about drink no juice and gin (alright brother)
Niggas be drinkin' the Thunderbird or Nighttrain
Lookin' for the right frame, breakin' like a dice game
Stackin' skrilla so I'm sippin' Hennessy
Lickin' shot after shot at my enemies
Boom boom recognize all persuers been in the game for years
Cause I'm a sho connoisseur
Consume the blocks, drop off my rocks, the quicker a nigga play me
The quicker a nigga who drops, pops of the glocks
Not trippin' facial experessions, be shittin'
Niggas don't be hearin' all that in every city
Take a nigga out if you gotta on the day to day
Then parlay, ate a gator, parlay, to God nigga
[Hook:]
It ain't hare to see, when niggas try to be like me
A true O.G., y'all y'all, gotta take you underground
Parlay all day with the niggas from the Bassment sound [X2]
[Mr. Dalvin:]
Watch out for I blow, swing low
Forget it, y'all don't hear me though, I'm hittin' switches
Hoppin' like a 64, and I, thought you knew, what I can do
Able to leap tall buildind and run up to your crew (oooooh)
The underground stylistical, got more flavors than mystics
So lay back and watch this nigga kick it
Wicked without thinkin' of funky
But I ain't stinkin', I know I got you open cause I got y'all niggas
blinkin'
Check it out, you watch me devastate this track
I make stacks and stacks and leave niggas on they backs
Cause I...be a sharp shooter, intruder
Rugged and rough, poppin' off just like a lueger
Now how many niggas, wanna get down, while I say
With Jodeci or the Bassment sound, around
I don't wanna see, handin', my crew is deep and you know that we be bangin'
So give me a bottle of Boons so watch me load my gat
Start a war like Tom Barringer in Platoon
So, don't mess with this flow, Mr. Dalvin is gone like 19 nigga fiz-o, oh
[Hook]
Come on get down (repeated after every line)
This goin' out to all the players
Shoot outs to the ballers
Much love to the hustlers (all around the world)
Mo power to the pimps
Watch the Bassment make it mo better (like that)
Niggas just down for whatever, whatever
Come on, like that
Shhhh, let it go, let it flow
Writer: MARK FARNER, STEPHEN GARRETT, DALVIN DEGRATE, DARYL MOSLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tre Black - Put Ya Back Into It
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Immature - Feel The Funk
::::::::Let your body go
put you in the mood
let it sue
feel the funk now [repeat]
let the music take your mind
in 2 a place you never been before
take the time
2 think about memories of you and I
it's allright 4 you 2 be next 2 me
so I can hold you tight
girl the mood is right
let's take a stro2 the park
or 2 your house
try 2 do my thing
let the music play
let your body go
put you in the mood
let it sue
feel the funk now [repeat]
[bridge:]FEEL THE FUNK.. LET THE RYTHYM TAKE YOU [repeat]
[rap:]
funk this song of flavour of this beat and i will shake the rythym
so take a little time and let your mind relax
2 this phat track reminiscing on yesterday
I feel kind of crazy take out my pen
and I think I am going 2 rhyme
Nothing else 2 do I'm just a crazyfeel or not
But 2 feel the funk²?
let your body go
put you in the mood
let it sue [love will make you...
feel the funk now [repeat]
[bridge:]FEEL THE FUNK.. LET THE RYTHYM TAKE YOU [repeat] etc.
put you in the mood
let it sue
feel the funk now [repeat]
let the music take your mind
in 2 a place you never been before
take the time
2 think about memories of you and I
it's allright 4 you 2 be next 2 me
so I can hold you tight
girl the mood is right
let's take a stro2 the park
or 2 your house
try 2 do my thing
let the music play
let your body go
put you in the mood
let it sue
feel the funk now [repeat]
[bridge:]FEEL THE FUNK.. LET THE RYTHYM TAKE YOU [repeat]
[rap:]
funk this song of flavour of this beat and i will shake the rythym
so take a little time and let your mind relax
2 this phat track reminiscing on yesterday
I feel kind of crazy take out my pen
and I think I am going 2 rhyme
Nothing else 2 do I'm just a crazyfeel or not
But 2 feel the funk²?
let your body go
put you in the mood
let it sue [love will make you...
feel the funk now [repeat]
[bridge:]FEEL THE FUNK.. LET THE RYTHYM TAKE YOU [repeat] etc.
Writer: CHRISTOPHER BRIAN STOKES, SKIP SCARBOROUGH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sista - Its Alright
f/ Craig Mack
[Chorus]
It's alright
As you may have heard
To smoke the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to play this loud
Mr DJ, don't mean to sweat you down
[Missy]
I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up like a rocket
in the market, now I cannot stop it
Oh mami, oh papi, why they envy me?
Messin up my creativity with all this negativity
so now I'm drinkin gin-and-seng
Anything to mess with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, from waiting on the nation
to get with my style
Cos I'm about to transmit into some funky ish
Can you get with this?
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, they bet me too
Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock suck their cocks
Osh miss Miss iss oh shit
I gets mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's split it
into a 20 sack, and I'ma be back
wit my boy Craig Mack like that, ugh!
Chorus
[Craig Mack]
Don't sweat me down
This jam needs a frontin MC, leave MC's shakin in the ground
Here come the bumpenin sound
Worth more than the coke that they sellin by the pound
I walk the street like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a life raft
Down with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister
Mackalicious boy I'll pop you like a blister
Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight with The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth like dental floss
So back up and don't sweat me down
Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls like that
Hittin wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get back in forth off the back
Chorus
[Missy]
Oh if, I could bring sucker-suckertash
When I farts I poops cash from my ass
Cos If You Think You're Lonely Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a beady
I feel, the need to stroke the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you ready *slurp*
to slurp me in your mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug dealer
fo' reala, I drinks some Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm worthy for certy
Black eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back
Chorus [x2]
[Chorus]
It's alright
As you may have heard
To smoke the fat one and let the thunder burn
It's okay, to play this loud
Mr DJ, don't mean to sweat you down
[Missy]
I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up like a rocket
in the market, now I cannot stop it
Oh mami, oh papi, why they envy me?
Messin up my creativity with all this negativity
so now I'm drinkin gin-and-seng
Anything to mess with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, from waiting on the nation
to get with my style
Cos I'm about to transmit into some funky ish
Can you get with this?
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, they bet me too
Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock suck their cocks
Osh miss Miss iss oh shit
I gets mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh shit then let's split it
into a 20 sack, and I'ma be back
wit my boy Craig Mack like that, ugh!
Chorus
[Craig Mack]
Don't sweat me down
This jam needs a frontin MC, leave MC's shakin in the ground
Here come the bumpenin sound
Worth more than the coke that they sellin by the pound
I walk the street like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a life raft
Down with Sista, it's the MC brezzle twister
Mackalicious boy I'll pop you like a blister
Craig Mack's a Jedi Knight with The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth like dental floss
So back up and don't sweat me down
Boo docks on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls like that
Hittin wicked like the funkalicious rhymes that's phat, uhh
And we can get back in forth off the back
Chorus
[Missy]
Oh if, I could bring sucker-suckertash
When I farts I poops cash from my ass
Cos If You Think You're Lonely Now
like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a beady
I feel, the need to stroke the weedy
Oh big daddy, is you ready *slurp*
to slurp me in your mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug dealer
fo' reala, I drinks some Miller, ugh
Look up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm worthy for certy
Black eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell panties
All in my crack
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome Back
Chorus [x2]
Writer: Ewart C Dewgarde, Melissa A Elliott, Craig Mack, Craig J Mack
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Rappin 4-Tay - A Message For Your Mind
Ain't nobody gettin no younger, man, we're just gettin older and
We need to get bolder than bold as we've ever been
Our reference as Africans, where our folks sittin
they cryin out laughin
The game is all you know so you in it to win it, right?
Trippin, a gang o' bullets, decided to find a fight
Life is scattered in directions, brotherly connections
Misguided youth driftin in the wrong direction
I hope for the best and say a prayer and keep steppin
Too many kids they own an automatic weapon
A lot of them wanna go home instead of hangin out
It's kinda hard when you're parents' straight smoked out
For you fisters, stay prepared for the up and coming
Get all you can while you can and result to something
You be surprised with this talent that we hold
But we forget and go sick outta control
A lotta homies to die, they left a true lesson
Or fill your soul that I love, this another blessing
You want funk, it used to be bing-bing
To the dome, but nah now it's really on
Go out back, what? To just to be reputable?
Hope you don't lose your life, fools are goin federal
I'm goin forward, showin em up like a pimp
And gettin the truck, you can sell each other profit
Don't let police try to grab you by your shirt collar
You witta black man, who understands black power
Pipin hot, are you the bad brother?
I love to roll rhymes, see my homeboys stickin together
Stay focused cos there's too many blind
Blind to the purpose of life and that's a message for your mind
[Chorus:]
Tried the dope about a thousand times
So here's a message for your mind
[x4]
I once knew a man who couldn't read
He said "It ain't no thang cause
I graduated twice with the game I possess"
Bullet-proof vest to the chest
But when his kids needed help to prepare for a test
It was stress cos Pops ain't acheiving in academics
It's true indeed, his problem is an epidemic
Who wanna work five long hard days through it?
And get tax, I guess somebody gotta do it
So take coke, rock it up brick-solid
Ain't nobody thinkin about a checks up ??? wallet
Kids are growin up with the train of thought
The motion the parents talk, the trip on the *?dopest bar?*
Now look at the man you f*ck, he was as black as you
Sweated ya money, it wasn't funny so you did what'cha had to do
How many brothers will be taken out by another brother?
Give a talk show a whole lot to talk about
It's me and my microphone, it's you and your 9
And that's fine, well here's a message for your mind
[Chorus]
The next verse is out for the chicks
Ho's are to be chosen, nightclub or taking flicks?
The homey might be roughy with a tandy-out Mercedes
Called a girl a 'female dog', well she's a lady
Run into the wrong one, a strong one, a smart man coast her
She pushed you to the left and turned her off when you approached her
You tripped and dissed her, you bashed the sister
And even when you drove off, you couldn't resist her
Solution:Better go, homey, leave her P
Cos you know like I know there's plenty fish in the sea
There's more women in this world than men, for fact, I'm right
Just because she's superfine that doesn't mean that's your type
Briefcase, white shirt, tie and a sportscoat
A hella gold, ???, servin ya friend's dough
Friends are friends then or friends come good friends
A helpin hand in understandin, wants to invite you in
Man's your best friend, boyfriend and girlfriend
It's like a soap opera in this world that we're living in
Misconception from a blink or a wink
He want to get married and all she want is a drink
But it really don't help when you supposed to be faithful
He bought you a boat load and paid for ya cases
Kept it comin, the brother went wrong for expecting some
Got knocked out by ya spouse, now ya started some
It seems strange but these fools are taking people out
For the woman that they love and truly care about
It's understandable, but will hurts when she's givin in
Now was it reaaly worth a life sentence in the pen?
No get-back, nothin but a jail song
A homey told ya that you're woman had it goin on
Now ya stuck and she's on the prowl gettin wined and dined
Damn, now that's a message for your mind
[Chorus]
[Outro]
His pocket's fat and his dove is too. He huh
We need to get bolder than bold as we've ever been
Our reference as Africans, where our folks sittin
they cryin out laughin
The game is all you know so you in it to win it, right?
Trippin, a gang o' bullets, decided to find a fight
Life is scattered in directions, brotherly connections
Misguided youth driftin in the wrong direction
I hope for the best and say a prayer and keep steppin
Too many kids they own an automatic weapon
A lot of them wanna go home instead of hangin out
It's kinda hard when you're parents' straight smoked out
For you fisters, stay prepared for the up and coming
Get all you can while you can and result to something
You be surprised with this talent that we hold
But we forget and go sick outta control
A lotta homies to die, they left a true lesson
Or fill your soul that I love, this another blessing
You want funk, it used to be bing-bing
To the dome, but nah now it's really on
Go out back, what? To just to be reputable?
Hope you don't lose your life, fools are goin federal
I'm goin forward, showin em up like a pimp
And gettin the truck, you can sell each other profit
Don't let police try to grab you by your shirt collar
You witta black man, who understands black power
Pipin hot, are you the bad brother?
I love to roll rhymes, see my homeboys stickin together
Stay focused cos there's too many blind
Blind to the purpose of life and that's a message for your mind
[Chorus:]
Tried the dope about a thousand times
So here's a message for your mind
[x4]
I once knew a man who couldn't read
He said "It ain't no thang cause
I graduated twice with the game I possess"
Bullet-proof vest to the chest
But when his kids needed help to prepare for a test
It was stress cos Pops ain't acheiving in academics
It's true indeed, his problem is an epidemic
Who wanna work five long hard days through it?
And get tax, I guess somebody gotta do it
So take coke, rock it up brick-solid
Ain't nobody thinkin about a checks up ??? wallet
Kids are growin up with the train of thought
The motion the parents talk, the trip on the *?dopest bar?*
Now look at the man you f*ck, he was as black as you
Sweated ya money, it wasn't funny so you did what'cha had to do
How many brothers will be taken out by another brother?
Give a talk show a whole lot to talk about
It's me and my microphone, it's you and your 9
And that's fine, well here's a message for your mind
[Chorus]
The next verse is out for the chicks
Ho's are to be chosen, nightclub or taking flicks?
The homey might be roughy with a tandy-out Mercedes
Called a girl a 'female dog', well she's a lady
Run into the wrong one, a strong one, a smart man coast her
She pushed you to the left and turned her off when you approached her
You tripped and dissed her, you bashed the sister
And even when you drove off, you couldn't resist her
Solution:Better go, homey, leave her P
Cos you know like I know there's plenty fish in the sea
There's more women in this world than men, for fact, I'm right
Just because she's superfine that doesn't mean that's your type
Briefcase, white shirt, tie and a sportscoat
A hella gold, ???, servin ya friend's dough
Friends are friends then or friends come good friends
A helpin hand in understandin, wants to invite you in
Man's your best friend, boyfriend and girlfriend
It's like a soap opera in this world that we're living in
Misconception from a blink or a wink
He want to get married and all she want is a drink
But it really don't help when you supposed to be faithful
He bought you a boat load and paid for ya cases
Kept it comin, the brother went wrong for expecting some
Got knocked out by ya spouse, now ya started some
It seems strange but these fools are taking people out
For the woman that they love and truly care about
It's understandable, but will hurts when she's givin in
Now was it reaaly worth a life sentence in the pen?
No get-back, nothin but a jail song
A homey told ya that you're woman had it goin on
Now ya stuck and she's on the prowl gettin wined and dined
Damn, now that's a message for your mind
[Chorus]
[Outro]
His pocket's fat and his dove is too. He huh
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Devante - Gin & Juice
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherf*ckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherf*cker
Steady long, steady long nigga
Verse One:
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherf*ckers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2X
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Verse Two:
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, I'm just
Chorus
Verse Three:
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm f*cked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherf*ckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherf*cker
Steady long, steady long nigga
Verse One:
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherf*ckers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2X
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Verse Two:
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, I'm just
Chorus
Verse Three:
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm f*cked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Writer: DONALD DEGRATE, DONALD EARLE DE GRATE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wendy - This Is The Life
[ Featuring Lisa ]
This is the life
Everyone has to be somewhere
I am here
Testing a dream
The pressure of dreams is the killer
Of dreams
And it only gets harder
This is the life
This is the life
This is my life
Time is the monster
All of us fight the same monster
To win
I scream when I breathe
Fearing that worry will trigger
All my fears
And it only gets harder
(How did I get so serious?)
This is the life
This is the life
This is the life
This is my life
Everyone has to do something
I am here
Doing what I do best
But this is the life
This is the life
This is the life
Writer: Kris Bell, Lisa Coleman, Wendy Melvoin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
