Yes Yes Yall
Intro sonny cheba
Yes
At the start of the new jiggyness
With the trackmasters
Camp lo and
Willie
Gon give it to ya
Know what I mean
Lot of macoronis here
Check it out for all the
Tenderonis
Ah ha ha
Like chatchy and joni
Verse 1
Lights camera action
The hip hop attraction
Fresh priggy
John bliggy
Player haters been hatin all my playin for years
Now they seein they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
Parades and accolades
All shades and ages
Its me the outrageous
My zeal contageous
The smile inspirator
Aspen to grenada
One of the only mcs to say cheese with scharwtzenegger
Everywhere I go they know me
Planet hollywood in paris accidently spilt a drink upon they
Truth of the matter Ive been loungin
Livin it up givin it up
In monopulate surrondings
Been around the world and I yi yi
Aint seen enough of this fly yi yi
My attitude pervasive
My effervensence
Bringing you back to the essence
With the
Chours will smith and camp lo
Yes yes yall
And ya dont stop
Mic check yall
And ya dont quit
Repeat 2x
Verse 2
Verse two
bout to slay you worst than the first verse
Packin my purse but yo without one curse
I survive in rarified air where only few can live
Thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game
Stepped away as fresh prince came back with my real name
A rose by any other still beautifies the room
So dont get consumed when a brothers known to gloom
Its amantics but yo its really good to be back
Never racing the rap just lacing the track
Not sarendipadee with me it was a plan b
bout to have an oscar standin next to my grammiesss
Plural mucho no need to talk though
Im a just do so
Im comin at ya with the smoothest slickness
Behold the style lick of this kickin
Chorus
Verse 3
A gq cover twice
This brothers nice
Vanity fair you saw me there
I discovered life
Outside of rap got the cream and all that
But kinda left a void in me
You cant keep runnin in and out of my life
Said my mic
Aight
Pump your radio you could record
As they place my welcome mat at the music awards
Coming throgh america tinted in high beams
Rose petals at my feet like Im prince akeem
So to all you player haters while yall sayin yall rhyme
Please stop sayin jada cause that names mine
I rocked the philly fade with the divin waves
Yes yallin till Im bald like issac hayes
Bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs
Im a get better with age trust
Chorus
song performed by by Will Smith
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Freakin It
Im bout to freak this
Ha ha ha ha
What what what what
Uh big will uh Im bout to freak this
What you want me to freak this
Just peep it while I freak this
Aiight aiight
Im bout to freak this full out the king of the hill
Big will keepin it real knees to the grill
The whole set on lock down making you flock down
To where Im at to hear my rap
I be that cat that set trends
Where yall at
On the corner with your freinds
Heard you screamin about cream in your rap kid
Yo my last check for wild wild west came on a flat bed
Once and for all lets get this straight
How you measure a rapper what make an mc great
Is it the sales 20mill
Is it the cars bentlys
Is it the women jada
Is it the money please
Mr clean yet the fact remain
Got girls that dont speak english screamin my name
All you rappers yellin bout who you put in a hearse
Do me a favour write one verse without a curse
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Yo its smooth when I freak this yeah yeah
Lay back Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Peep this when I freak this yeah yeah
Lay on back Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
I dont wanna see yall sittin around dont wanna see yall sittin around
I dont wanna see yall sittin around dont wanna see yall sittin around
Aiight one more give dejavu
Up the chart yo yall see the way I flew
Cant nobody do this the way I do
You like how I freaky freak this say I do I do
Haters sick of the hits like the witch of the west no body wicked as this
I read in rap pages they refer to me as soft
Yeah more like microsoft
Will gates of the rap game
Quintessential megalomaniac
Whats my rap name big will
Im the man not conceited Im as good as I say I am
Dang diggy dang da dang da dang diggy diggy
Back withe the track masters to bang jiggy jiggy
Yo every time time I shoot I score
So many awards I can start a grammy chess board
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
You know you like this when I freak this yeah yeah
Watch me Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Yo its smooth when I freak this yeah yeah
Im bout to freak this
Im bout to freak this
Im bout to freak this
Tone and poke lace the track
I lace the rap
Jeff do the cut
Yeah what rob do the mix tape to jl
Then tommy mattola put it on sale
Then come da moment of truth
Hot off the press to the dj booth
Hey yo here it comes yall that brand new will smith cut
Soon as it drop watch the phones blow up boom
Then ship a mill
Quick to the store
What sold out
When yall gettin more
Finally get it
Bump the track
Then come the multi platinum plaque
Now Im gonna leave it up to you
I bank the hit sound just for you
And then my dream come true
This years american music award goes to huh thankyou
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Yo you know Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Oh you like when I freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Girl you know Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Yo peep it while I freak this yeah yeah
Aint no way I gotta frea this yeah yeah
Yo you like how I freak this yeah yeah
Yo check this when I freak this yeah yeah
Look at when I freak this yeah yeah
Yo you know Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Big will just freak this yeah yeah
song performed by by Will Smith
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Ozone Mama
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Its a trip yall
Git hip to this yall
It will git yall
Gonna hit yall
Never quit yall
Right in the middle of our minds
The bug that bit yall
Make ya itch yall
Inch by inch yall
Til your tall yall
See it all yall
Near and far yall
We wont ever let it drag
This funny feeling got me reeling
Like Im walking on the ceiling
Do it to me now
Chorus:
Ozone mama lay your daddy down
Under the stars right down on the ground
Mother nature got me thinking
bout the love that youve been bringin
Do it to me now
Cmon the ride yall
We provide yall
Its like this yall
Never miss yall
Git up and go yall
Ya never know yall
We be the bottom of your bag
Give a call yall
Anytime yall
Dont be slow yall
Ya gotta know yall
On with the show yall
Bring it all yall
We dont ever have to brag
Well you got this poor boy thinking
Your lovin cup Ive been drinking
Do it to me now
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Movin On
W/ silkk
*silkk*
Yo mya
I know you got a man and all
But uhh I been watchin yall
And if he aint treatin you right
bout time you move on
Now Im not trying to get in between yall two,
But you gonna move, move this way
*mya - verse 1*
Im so confused
I dont know what to do ( gonna be aiight, gonna be aiight)
But I gotta be a woman
I gotta get over you ( yeah aiight, yeah aiight)
I think I saw your babys mother
Creeping at your back door (yeah-ee yeah-ee)
And your lying ass been cheatin
And I cant take it no more oh oh
Im movin on (move on)
Chorus:
On
(movin on)(and move my way)
On
(movin on-on) (move on)
Oh-on
Ill be movin on (and move my way, say what say what)
(2xs)
*mya - verse 2*
Whose drawers are these
You know I wear a size four (huh what, say what)
And if you say that youve been faithful
Who was at your back door
You aint got no money ( it dont matter about all that, I got some)
I shouldve left you long ago (yea-ee yea-ee yea-ee)
And your stroke aint strokin no more
So Ive been sleepin all alone
(she shouldnt have to sleep by herself you know what Im sayin)
If you know what I mean
Im movin on ( move on)
Chorus (2xs)
*silkk*
Well now Im a no limit soldier
Known to keep it rowdy
You know ones that make you say uhh
And bout it, bout it
Now one to the two
Two to the three
I aint sayin leave him
But you need to like roll wit me
Cause I can see you aint happy here
When I look in your eye
You a bird
You gotta spread your wings
So now its time to fly
You aint never gotta trip
Or remind me
Im trying to live ghetto fab
Like takin baths
In bottles of don p
But I aint perfect
Just imagine me with no flaws
Like a parking lot
Wit no cars
Cell block
Wit no bars
World wit no wars
L.a.wit no stars
Check this out
I can heal your broken heart
So dont be so fast
To react so quick
Or get all mad
And try to scratch up my 6
Now you know I get paid
For bustin all kind of tight verses
See I need a girl
That I can see on top
Like silkk and mya
Or vice versa
Chorus
song performed by by Mya
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Boom! Shake The Room
Artist: jazzy jeff & fresh prince
Yo back up now and give a brother room
The fuse is lit and Im about to go boom
Mercy mercy mercy me
My life is a cage but on stage Im free
Hyped up syched up ready for wilin
Standing in a crowd of girls like an island
I see the one I wanna sic come here cutie
I flip em around and then I work that booty
Work the body work work the body
Slow down girl youre bout to hurt somebody
Oh and yo lets get just one thing clear
Theres only one reason why I came here
Ya really done want me to tig-a-tig-a-tig-a tell ya wassup (go)
Ya really done want me to tig-a-tig-a-tig-a tell ya wassup (go)
Ya really done want me to tig-a-tig-a-tig-a tell ya wassup (go)
I came here tonight to hear the crowd go
Chorus:
Boom! shake-shake-shake the room
Boom! shake-shake-shake the room
Boom! shake-shake-shake the room
Tic-tic-tic-tic boom!
Well yo are yall ready for me yet
(pump it up prince)
Well yo are yall ready for me yet
(pump it up prince)
Well yo are yall ready for me yet
(pump it up prince)
Well here I go here I go here I here I go
Yo
Dance in the aisles when the prince steps to it
The rhyme is a football yall and I went and threw it
Out in the crowd and yo it was a good throw
How do I know? because the crowd went hoooo
In response to the way that I was kicking it
Smooth and individual
Rhymes always original
Like the dr. jekyl man and this is my hyde side
I am the driver and youre on a rap ride
So fellas (yeah)
Are yall wit me (yeah)
I said fellas (yeah)
Are yall wit me (yeah)
Why dont you tell the girls what yall wanna do
Ya wanna ooh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh--ooooh
Thats right yo and Im in the flow
So pump up the volume along with the tempo
I want everybody in the house to know
I came here tonight to hear the crowd go
Chorus
Pump it pump it come on now
Repeat 5x
Yeah, come on now
Chorus
Here I go
The the f-f-f-f-fresh p-p-p-prince is who I am
So tell my mother that I never wrote a whack jam
But some times I get n-nervous and start to stutter
And I f-fumble every word for word I utter
So I just try to ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chill
But it gets worse-a but worse-a but-but-but worse still
I need the c-c-c-crowd to k-k-k-kick into it
They help me calm down and I can get through it
So higher higher
Get ya hands to the ceiling
Let it go yall dont fight the feeling
Mic in a strangle hold sweat pourin
And like jordan yo Im scoring
Yeah thats right yall and I am in the flow
So pump up the volume along with the tempo
Many have died tryin to stop my show
I came here tonight to here the crowd go
Chorus
song performed by by Will Smith
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Feel Alright Yall
Verse 1: [fresh kid ice]
Feelin all right on a party night
Good times are in store, everybody get hype
Motivation of your body is what we do best
With lyrics so def its above the rest
New jacks tryin to change, but youre lame to the game
Frontin like yourre hard, with a fake gold chain
Tryin to rock the mike, but were on the ball
We make the people say ...
Chorus (2x): [luke]
Feel all right yall!!
Feel like dynamite!!
Verse 2: [brother marquis]
Theyre doggin my mood, but thats all right
Let me discuss and make a fuss with the use of the mike
So as I step to the podium and cause pandemonium
With crowds of people, rockin auditoriums
Screamin, yellin, swayin while Im sayin
My verbal expression while the music is playin
This is for all of yall, I hope you like
This is designed to make you feel all right!
Chorus
Verse 3: [brother marquis]
You try to out-recite me, but thats not likely
I can tell whether or not if you hate or if you like me
cause above all I arise, so dont you be surprised
When I get recognition from the public eye
[fresh kid ice]
And Ill do all the things that the people like
Kid ice will excite you when hes on the mike
Its time to act ill and get on the ball
Everybody in the place scream out and say ...
Chorus
song performed by by 2 Live Crew
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Y`all Know
Yall know
Observe the high roller
Mic controller
Number one hip-hop son
Call me solar
Why? cause I shine
Praise the big willie im
Raised in philly i
Daze and thrillin ya
Dont be silly, ya cant see me
Again Im killin ya on mtv
Just get with it my friend(damn another award)
Dat kid done did it again(oh my lord)
Da fantastic
Boombastic
Gettin ten times hotter than any you other cats get
Practice
You lack this
Im the real mccoy
First with jeff I was startin
Then with martin Im a badboy
See more green than david bent
More juice than tropicana
You hawkin me like atlanta
Mcs just flee, they rightfully concerned
Big will wants the mic back, its my turn ta burn
Verse 2:
Im back attackin the mic
Hype like a viking
Strikin like a python
Blaze like jon
A hip-hop icon, mc radical
Back on track from my rap/act sabatacle
Nine-point-six on the richter
Kicked her, hands so slickta
Chicks quickta flip tha
Bright glance and the tight pants
For the slight chance, big willie can we get one dance?
Why yes you may an, Im just sayin
That dress you playin, is a-okay an
This is your chance for, at least it could be
For you an you girlfriend on the dancefloor, menege-boogie
On the scene I fronts an dashin, fashion
Lost my cream once, now Im stashin cashin
Countries and currencies, like a true don
Its a new time and this time watch me shine
The way yall blaze through the days and nights
How I deal with the craze my momma raised me right
Whether Im on stage or in the studio booth
100 proof, raisin the roof, raisin the roof!
Chorus:
Yall know, cant nobody rock a crowd like me
He know, cant nobody make it bounce like me
She know, cant nobody get it hot like me
Yall know, yall need ta stop cause ya cant see me
Verse 3:
Seven continents I bruise all cruise
Adidas, kilts, or bamboos and no shoes
Eskimos to abariginies
Ill test the flow of the worlds mcs
Ill hit you out the ball park
You just all talk
Dont be lookin at my script, you cant play my part
See Im a rapper thats an actor
You act rap with no heart
The way that I compose those flows like mozart
Gets somthin like a symphony, when Im orchestratin em
Ever since the days of me an jeff at the paladium
All my life Ive been the cream of the crop
Shoppin a dream, now I got a crop full of cream
I raise mics for the flow of it, you know the show of it
Not the benz 600 four door of it(keep it real yo)
Im a rhyme regardless of earnin
Long as my heart keeps yearnin
I gots ta keep burnin
Chorus 5x
song performed by by Will Smith
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Big Willie Style
This one goes out to all the big willies
Big will the high roller
Strolling through with an entoruage
Hard to camaflouge when you livin this large
I be smooth like debarge with a five car garage
Out for the night with my squad and we be flossin down the fifteen
My whole auroa gleamin
Who that kid in the green v
Envy brother schemin
I aint thinkin bout them
Racing chicks in the pink b m
With my speakers tweakin
Freakin off this weekend
In las vegas boss players all across the board move makers and
Shakers
Money cant break us but the places it can take us
Big will in the limelight rhyme tight
And we gon have some fun tonight
Chorus
Now how we do it
You know its big willie style baby
Now how we doin it
You know its big willie style
Repeat
Verse 2
Im in a five star casino shuttin crap tables down boom
Non bettin willie watchers standin around
Strictly millionaire status you can feel the eyes lookin at us
How bad they wanna be us parlay
Charlie mack got my back with his eyes on my stack
Brothers dont know how to act when you drive a four five black
People stop and stare havin drinks at the bar
A round for everybody with these big willie cards
From civllians to stars they wanna know who we are
Its me big will nas escobar j l omar
Carry money bags collect the chips then we all quick to exit
Chorus
Verse 3 left eye
Its left eye with a tight crew
Representin like its ladies night
Comin right through
Dont be spiteful
Plus an eyeful
Sportin hot pink
Rocks in the link
In the drop with a mink
Like my dont stink
Got you in the palm with a bomb like sadamm
Blowing up spots then runnin off with the pot
Left eye ready for action
The main attraction
Im in the fast lane passin
Breakin you down like fractions
While we be rappin about things that really happen
Big willie style philly style lets make it happen
With mademouselle from gezals to versace
With a sweet smell
This female leadin the posse
Got jokes like cosby
In the lots where the cars be
With no apologies its left eye
Big will let the champagne spill
Is it a mans thing for real
Can us girls roll wit yall
What the deal
Chorus
Verse 4
Well now its lookin like a car show
Convoys and whips on the strip
Pullin up in the six makin brothers sick
For real
Big will household name
Entertainer
Gold handle cane and matchin gators
Swervin lane
In pole position rolling deep like a co malition
In soul poisition and can rock a whole convention
Movie screens to the club scene
My whole crew lookin clean
Shine with a diamond gleam
Step above where the players be
Dont hate me
One is where they rate me
Lately you could find me
Behind the door marked v I p
Eating grapes under the a c
Big willie style is how we do it
Chorus
This one goes out to all the big willies
song performed by by Will Smith
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Big Willie Style (feat. Left Eye)
Verse 1: Will Smith
big Will the high roller
strolling through with an entoruage
hard to camaflouge when you livin' this large
I be smooth like debarge with a five car garage
out for the night with my squad and we be flossin' down the fifteen
my whole auroa gleamin'
who that kid in the green v
envy brother schemin'
I ain't thinkin' bout them
racing chicks in the pink b.m.
with my speakers tweakin'
freakin' off this weekend
in Las Vegas boss players all across the board move makers and shakers
money can't break us but the places it can take us
big will in the limelight rhyme tight
and we gon' have some fun tonight
Chorus: Will Smith
now how we do it
(you know it's Big Willie style baby)
now how we doin' it
(you know it's Big Willie style)
repeat
Verse 2: Will Smith
I'm in a five star casino shuttin' crap tables down (boom)
non bettin' willie watchers standin' around
strictly millionaire status you can feel the eyes lookin' at us
how bad they wanna be us (parlay)
Charlie Mack got my back with his eyes on my stack
brothers don't know how to act when you drive a four-five black
people stop and stare havin' drinks at the bar
a round for everybody with these big willie cards
from civllians to stars they wanna know who we are
it's me big Will Nas Escobar J.L. Omar
carry money bags collect the chips then we all quick to exit
Chorus
Verse 3: Left Eye
It's Left Eye with a tight crew
representin' like it's ladies night
comin' right through
don't be spiteful
plus an eyeful
sportin' hot pink
rocks in the link
in the drop with a mink
like my ------ don't stink
got you in the palm with a bomb like Sadamm
blowing up spots then runnin' off with the pot
Left Eye ready for action
the main attraction
I'm in the fast lane passin'
breakin' you down like fractions
while we be rappin' about things that really happen
big willie style Philly style let's make it happen
with mademouselle from gezals to versace
with a sweet smell
this female leadin' the posse
got jokes like Cosby
in the lots where the cars be
with no apologies it's Left Eye
big Will let the champagne spill
is it a mans thing for real
can us girls roll wit yall
what the deal
Chorus
Verse 4: Will Smith
well now it's lookin' like a car show
convoys and whips on the strip
pullin' up in the six makin' brothers sick
for real
big Will household name
entertainer
gold handle cane and matchin' gators
swervin' lane
in pole position rolling deep like a co-malition
in soul poisition and can rock a whole convention
movie screens to the club scene
my whole crew lookin' clean
shine with a diamond gleam
step above where the players be
don't hate me
one is where they rate me
lately you could find me
behind the door marked V.I.P.
eating grapes under the A.C.
big willie style is how we do it
Chorus
(this one goes out to all the big willies)
song performed by by Will Smith
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I Dont Wanna Play Basketball
Talking [intro]
Yo, whats up with olamide, today, man?
I dont know man
Is he trippin or somthin? (yea he is)
He said he aint comin
With his main boys to the court
(wants to play ball, man)
Whats up, with that?
You know what Im sayin?
(yea whats up with that? )
Knowin that we play ball everyday
He just gonna sell out on us like that
You know what Im sayin?
Thats straight up bull man (that n*igga trippin? )
You know what Im sayin?
He trippin like a heart atack (ha, ha, ha..)
Whats up with that dog?
Hook:
We like em in the coupes... what? uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes... yea...who this?
We like em in the coupes... what? uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ...uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes
Verse 1: (olamide)
Today felt so good
Ladies crusin through my hood
Lookin like hollywood
And my friends up to no good
They want me to play ball
But Im sittin here waiting for youre call
Gotta get to the mall
And look at all the girls with no flaws
Chorus:
I dont wanna play basketball... yea baby
Cuz Im too small to hoop... yea baby
I just wanna get down with yall
(I just wanna get down with yall)... oh yea
With the ladies in the coupes (the ladies in the coupes)
I dont
I dont
I dont
Verse 2: (olamide)
Dont wanna got o class cuz I didnt make the team
Id rather be chasin... uh, uh
Cuz thats my only dream
Let em go play that ball
If only you could have it all...yea
Find me a rich one
Cuz baby Im fine
Chorus 2x
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes (what, what)
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh... thats right
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes...what?
(I dont wanna play basketball)...uh huh... yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
Chorus 3x
song performed by by Imajin
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Cali To New York
[verse one]
As soon as a la stepped off (the floor)
People started hollerin (for more)
Beggin us to bless em with an (encore)
You know the peas they game to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles professionally and rock on
And thats exactly how we made it rock (made it rock)
We turn this on and then we make it hot (make it hot)
We also known to cause a state of shock (state of shock)
We start at 2 then go to 10 oclock (10 oclock)
10 oclock the next day that is (day that is)
No matter what city or state that is (state that is)
Dont ask no questions, thats the way that is (way that is)
Dont ask no questions, thats the way that is
[chorus - 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york
[verse two: pos]
Introduce posdonus yall (nus yall)
Sticky like cous-cous yall (cous yall)
Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma n.y. (n.y)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop and mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, Im recognizable
Leavin me the cash amount, thats quite sizable
Rich in that english thats broke as hell
Thats why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
Its the modern rap type talk
Used to walk, all over your ears
You hear the thump, this track pumps like, well order
Some others fell short of the line of finish
You didnt practice harder at the scrimmage
Now my image is the golden cup
My career is dirty compared to yours, its all washed up
[chorus - 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york
[verse three: dove]
We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct ya
Toss coins to distract it and we bust ya
Minds blow bigger than tempers out in russia
Cuss like a sailor, make you shame like thelya
Stitch a verse tailored to fit
Spray paintin your spit
On the deco we art, spread apart
I raid mo tracks than flicks in beat street
With kicks until the sole/soul wear out, never that!
We weather that, you light in the ass and feather that
Heavy like black leather coats, you pleather that
Last dick on the line, we way ahead of that
Squeezin like freddie foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks dont impress niggaz who speak to god
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the bep, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like?
[chorus to fade]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Up In Here
[JD:] Yo Yo Yo (Is IT?) Crazy you hear that
that's my man Bow Wow
and you know it's off the hook when we up in here
So so Def let's go
[Verse 1:] Michrophone check one two
ain't nobody comin'like I'm comin'
when I come through so get ready I'm the real deal
and you can see what I'm sayin' even if you standin' two blocks away
I'm he C.O. and I won' stop (stop) I'm only 14 makin' more than yo pops
I'm sayin' you alrady know what
I'm about if you don't
cover cause the dog is out
yu can either flee the sceneor keep your frown better yet find somethn' to do
till I die down and that ain't happening no time soon (why?)
cause I keep gettin' ya'll with the boom
it goes back to back we the empire
get out the way or get bnurnedby the fire
my plans ain't to stay in he racks so run and tell your friends the phenomenon's back
[Chorus:] Up in here
I know you want me
song performed by by Lil' Bow Wow from Doggy Bag
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Dont Worry
Theres no need for you,
Baby,
It aint what you think,
So dont worry,
[verse 1]
You remember back in the day when,
We thought it was special,
When we always stayed down,
No matter where we went youd stay in touch,
Two people that were just so in love,
Now you probably aint feelin much,
Like things aint really been the way they used to be,
And you say it seems like I changed,
But Im still the same.
[chorus (2x)]
Theres no need for you,
(to worry bout me)
Baby,
(dont worry bout me)
It aint what you think,
(you still got me)
So dont worry,
(dont worry bout, dont worry bout me)
Even though it seems,
(youre losing me)
And things,
(aint what they used to be)
Baby,
(I aint gonna leave)
Dont worry,
(dont worry bout, dont worry bout me)
[verse 2]
I was headin out to cali,
For a show,
Said that on tuesday,
Id be home,
Left a message on your voicemail
Sayin Id call you later,
To inform you Im alright,
Now you callin,
Just to tell me that you heard,
I was seen in a bentley with my girls,
So Im on my way to a spot where people hang,
But nothings changed.
[chorus (2x)]
[bridge]
Theres no need to
Worry bout what
I do when Im away.
(dont worry bout a damn thing)
Dont worry bout what I do in my time,
(dont worry bout a damn thing)
Dont worry bout how I do when I put it down,
(dont worry bout a damn thing)
Trust in my everythings gonna be alright,
Gonna work it out, be home tonight.
[chorus (2x)]
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Keepin It Gangsta
[fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yo, I dont care what yall do, how yall do
Where yall do it, just keep it gangsta
Look at them gangstas
[verse 1]
Fabs livin la vida loca
Only n**** in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Narks wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
D.e.a been lookin for proof since 9-3
When I came through in the benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jakes through on bullet proofs and find me
You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the f*** wanna beef
My fendi knits be 3x so you cant see whats tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in cleveland pop
Vivrant thing on my hip, that will make you breathe and stop
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, your roll(rollie) with the sleeve on top
You n***** know where my heat stay at
I leave n***** m I a and I aint talkin where the heat play at
Cmon
[chorus]
Yall know who
Keepin it gangsta
We come through
Keepin it gangsta
Yall know how we do
Keepin it gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin it gangsta
[verse 2]
N***** dont think Im still shavin crack
Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack
Baugettes have my face and beard covered
And I keep a leathal weapon like mel gidson and dan glover
Now I lose v money and c lo
And the cops think me and muggs is g money and nino
I dont hit these honeys with c-notes
Rather put them on greyhound, strap these honeys with kilos
Type of gangsta every chick wants
I get nikes from aster you wont see hit the store for 6 months
Something bout the beamer x5
When I come through it be increaseing a skeos sex drive
Half the click look like they struck genisis up
The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up
Tn never gone hate, half these artists never slum weight
When they call ny, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8
[chorus]1x
[verse 3]
I lay low on the other side of the globe
Carats hangin out the side of my lobe
Pull in ya drivers side and unload
They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed
On side of the road
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya rove (rover)
Yall n***** aint aint gangstas til yall ridin
And feds tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like fred taylor
Im snatchin everything in the pjs now
Thats why most these n***** in workin with the d a now
If Im in a ride or a buggy coupe 5
Keepin it gangsta
If Im with a hoochie freak or a dime in a gucci sneaks
Keepin it gangsta
If Im probally in the hood or Im in hollywood
Keepibn it gangsta
If I slit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat
Keepin it gangsta
[chorus {till end}]
song performed by by Fabolous
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Bringing It Back
[verse one]
I know Im not the only one thats filling the void
Creatively hip-hop is being destroyed
A lot of rappers really need to be unemployed
Because the topics that them talk about has got me annoyed
You see I heard it all before, theres no need to repeat it
The forms I vacated, might as well delete it
Put your program in and open a new file
You shoulda took your record advance and bought a style
We the only crew that came original
While a lot of other brothers just mimic the pile
The pile thats only designed for pop charts
That contradicts thought, thats the reason we brought
It back cause honestly it lacks
Talent and creativity, in fact
These are symptoms to somethin thats wack
And your system senseless to witness that
So, baby if you wanna, we gon speak on it
We gon tell the world why hip-hop is haunted
Money is a drug and mcs is on it
We gon take it back to the days of mantronix
[chorus]
Yo *snap* we bringin it back
Check it out cause we bringin it back
All dj crews thats cuttin, you bringin it back
We bringin it back
All b-boys breakin and bustin, bringin it back
We bringin it back
Ima do the cabbage patch to solidify we bringin it back
Black eyed peas straight bringin it back, check it out
[verse two]
Yall, your rhymes aint ready, you dead like kenny
Approachin on the mic soundin hefty
Ummmmmm, lustin for them pennies
Far too many, mcs wanna praise they bentleys
Yo, we breakin it down with the art
Dj and breakin up on the chart
Mcs pull out your mic, rip it apart
Writers - hit up the wall, put up your mark and
Set get ready, hold yourself steady
Tryin to make a turn like aunt betty
Sharp on the mic and slice like a machete
Feelin the beat, real deep, down to my belly
Back in the essence, rhyme with the reasons
Too many mc lost the true meanin
Hip-hop, bringin it back with the feelin
Yall, were bringin it back with the feelin
So love me if you wanna, but ima speak on it
Ima tell the world why hip-hop is haunted
Money is a drug and mcs is on it
We gon take it back to the days of soulsonic
[chorus] w/ variations
[chorus two]
Yo, we bringin it back
Check it out look we bringin it back
All djs scratchin and cuttin, you bringin it back
We bringin it back
All b-girls breakin and bustin, you bringin it back
We bringin it back
Ima do the running man to solidify we bringin it back
Black eyed peas steady bringin it back, check it out
B-girls {*echoes*} b-boys (*echoes*}
B-girls {*echoes*}
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Im Comin
Ugh ugh Im comin
Watch ya back Im comin
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Big will for the y2k ugh
Feel the earth tremble see the skies turn red
Eclipses shooting stars turn ya head
Volcanoes erupted rage in the sea
Aint the second coming of christ
The first coming of me
They say if you downward the nile
It would throw off the rotation of the earth
Well messing with me is worse
Feel the rain button up you overcoat
Watch the illadelph bad boy go quote for quote
Well yall want the best well Im right here
You looking for competition aint no one near
Yall in the stands dissin kickin dirt and missin
My heavenly flows put mcs in hells kitchen ugh
And Im so Im so hot hot yall burnin up hot
I step in its like the wedding between hope and armaggedon
The hip hop moses to where we headin yall
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
When I was born there was a rainbow formed with no sun
Roy g bid marking the path for the chosen one
An angel my grandma told me before she died
Smart folks dont need to put no cursing in they rhymes
So from cd to tv to movies back to rhymin
My lifestats makes jordans six rings seem common
Yall hate I retaliate just by being great
Big will the enemy of your mental state
With the same rhyme I used to burn your idol in a battle
To subdue you into saying look I dont wanna battle
Mib w3 mad respect
Black stealthbombarama but yall cant detect that
Im comin is what I screamed
As a teen armed with discipline faith and a dream
After smoke clears after lifes roller coasters
See who stands putting his mic into his holster what
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Batten down the hatches and latch the doors
You wanna try to match my whits with yours
Three hits I hit you you hit the floor
This track is the third hit thats for sure
Beat thick reminiscin of a bodacelli
Im like a cheetah huntin out on the serengeti
I got my x ray vision through all in my way
No plan b it distracts from plan a
Stage splitting in half earthquake style
Evacuate your premisses the hardcore nemesis
I never miss my flow never flawed
Grab mics and send electric shocks through the cord
Quest for the rings my only weapons intuition
My future positions determined by past decisions
So young george bush Im thinking bout runnin
Maybe not this time but trust dude ugh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Cant hold me back uh uh
Im comin Im comin
You cant stop me you cant stop me
Im comin Im comin
Tra knox
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back no
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back no
Comin comin you cant stop me
Comin comin cant hold me back
song performed by by Will Smith
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Same Ol G
Verse 1
The only time I drink a 40 is when I wanna drink a 40
And usually when I wear a suit
I leave with not one but two
Im not trying to hurt nobody
You only live once they told me
You cant be mad at me
I can just be g
Chorus:
Even though I got my own c.d.
Maybe even on t.v.
There aint no changing me
I can only be me me me
Even though I might be on t.v.
Cause I got my own c.d.
All you will ever see
Same ol g
Verse 2
I used to be the main one clubbin
But now I choose to stay at home
Most of my friends still thuggin
This time the gs full grown
Im thinking bout my future latley
Whatever that may be
But now its clear to me
I can just be g
Chorus:
Timbaland:
Hello yall
Yeah this that timbaland coming to ya one mo gain
You see, people say that were changing
But really its the people around us that are changing
You see, we aint tryna hurt nobody
People tryna hurt us
But you know what
Ima keep being me
Thats all I can do in this life time (check it)
Ginuwine:
Day after day
I continue to be
Me oh me
Thats all I can be
Oooh day after day
I continue to be me oh me
(that)same ol g
Chorus: till fade
song performed by by Ginuwine
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Dirty World
[chorus - lil wayne]
Its a dirty world but it still spins
Ya cant do nothin about it but try to live in it
You cant live too large or live too small
Its a fix, but 2-2-6 gone still ball
[lil wayne]
No mater what, them people gonna always watch us
And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin to knock us
Playa haters everwhere, cant trust ya own peeps
And the feds got us with this new thing called conspiracy
Them dirty scamps throwin crosses, real niggas dyin
They put a limit to our flossin, dont wanna see us shine
But close ya eyes, it aint nothin, look the other way
This for my mother, lost my father just the other day
Im seein niggas get shot up, hell I got shot, too
Man, you hate me and I hate you, look what this world do
Now watch ya mouth when people ? ? ? ? seein they brains boil
Look I dont curse but in this verse nigga f*ck the world
Chorus 2x
[turk]
Niggas be wantin to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin to take ya spot, you think its cool but its not
Niggas be tryin to plot on what ya got
If you rich you better leave it low
Its a dirty old world, nigga, if you didnt know
Dont tell ya business to hoes cuz theyll cross you up
Tell they oldman you got her, hell try to chop you up
Watch ya back at all times, its a dirty world
Niggas get left and found over boy and girl
F*ck playin the game raw, I play it smart nigga
Think Im gonna get caught up nigga? I wont nigga
I keep my eyes wide, and dont trust no nigga or b*tch
These days, nigga, ya cant trust ya own click
Aint that some sh*t? this world nothin nice
Niggas hatin if you got it, its all gravy when ya trife
Chorus 2x
[juvenile]
Them b*tches got a nigga trapped, they aint givin a sh*t
But theyll give it to them japs, they buy property and dont even pay no tax
Ride nothin but lexus and lacs
The same treatment we ask, a destination of blacks
Give us a ballot of names, and expect us to vote
The way I see it, we losin out anyway this sh*t go
Show me a politician and Ill show you a crook
Show me a police officer that go by the book
Theyll plant dope on ya, go to court on ya
Give ya 99 years and slam the door on ya
Angola, the free man bout it, he dont play
Nigga get outta line, ship em to camp j
Food stamps and welfare done been cut now
They done f*cked the medi-care up, so niggas stuck now
Bet ya before the week out another nigga get killed
Bet ya pendleton dont give a f*ck how a nigga feel
We fallin like bricks, and they flyin like birdies
This world needs to take a bath cuz its too dirty
Chorus 2 ? x
[the b.g.]
Ya know this world so dirty, believe it aint clean at all
I gotta be a lil man and stand tall
Yall niggas jackin for they habit, they cant keep it up
F*ck with the wrong niggas sh*t, you get ya head bust
I only trust niggas that I know down with me
I see straight through cut-throat niggas easily
They tryin to snatch me, cuz they know Im what ya used to be
Cuz Im a major fu-uh-factor to c-m-b
But I keep a chopper thats damn near as big as me
Cuz I refuse to let any nigga still me
Thatll be stripes for a nigga on the f*ckin streets
Reppin off me, sayin they chopped the b.g.
I get some weed and just roll up
This world tore up, niggas on that dope, sick, fold up
My click rich wrapped in diamonds and pearls
Ya gotta be strapped, bein rich in this dirty world
Chorus 4x
song performed by by Hot Boys
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U Must No Know Me
snotty as people get out my face
you betta back up b4 i put u in yo place
im like smh u just dont get it
we in the 21st cenutry u need to get with it
yea i look nice sweet but thats what u see
cuz its more with that but hey u dont know me
like i gota start dissin yall cuz yall gettin me confuse
so i gota come back with yal news
dont let these curls and this purse fool u
u need to be teach so imma skool u
ready k lets go
usay u gota gang well i have a crew
name tpain cuz we chopp and screw
umm tip these earrings can come off
we gon put u in a hole like we playin golf
bu naw i just had to check u
just to warn u b4 u try tdo
poem by Karen Banks
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Are You That Somebody
[timbaland]
Dirty south, can yall really feel me
East coast feel me
West coast feel me
(repeat x 2)
[aaliyah - verse 1 (playa sings the parentheses)]
Boy, I been watching you like a hawk in the sky
That flies, cause you were my prey (my prey)
Boy, I promise you if we keep bumpin heads
I know that one of these days (days)
We gon hook it up while we talk on the phone
But see, I dont know if thats good
I been holding back this secret from you
I probably shouldnt tell it but
[chorus]
If i, if I let you know
You cant tell nobody
Im talking bout nobody
Are you responsible
Boy I gotta watch my back
Cause Im not just anybody
Is it my go, is it your go
Sometimes Im goody-goody
Right now Im naughty naughty
Say yes or say no
Cause I really need somebody
Tell me your that somebody
[aaliyah verse 2]
Boy, wont you pick me up at the park right now
Up the block, while everyone sleeps (sleeps, sleeps)
Ill be waiting there with my tucks, my loads, my hat
Just so Im low key
If you tell the world (dont sleep, you know that well be weak)
Oh boy, see Im trusting you with my heart, my soul
I probably shouldnt let ya but if i
[chorus 2]
If i, if I let this go
You cant tell nobody
Im talking bout nobody
Are you responsible
Boy I gotta watch my back
Cause Im not just anybody
Is it my go, is it your go
Sometimes Im goody-goody
Right now Im naughty naughty
Say yes or say no
Cause I really need somebody
Tell me your that somebody
[timbaland]
Baby girl
Im the man from the big va
Wont you come play round my way
And listen to what I gotta say
Timbaland
Dont you know I am the man
Rock shows here to japan
Have people shaking-shaking my hand
Baby girl, better known as aaliyah
Give me hives, corns, and high fevers
Make the playa haters believe us
Dontcha know
Gotta tell somebody
Cause
[aaliyah]
Cause I really need somebody
Tell me youre that somebody
[repeat chorus 2]
[chorus)
You cant tell nobody, Im talking about nobody
I hope youre responsible
Boy I gotta watch my back
Cause Im not just anybody
Is it my go, is it your go
Sometimes Im goody-goody
Right now Im naughty naughty
Say yes or say no
Cause I really need somebody
Tell me you that somebody
[instrumental break]
(chorus:
Is it my go, is it your go
Sometimes Im goody-goody
Right now Im naughty naughty
Cause I really need somebody
Tell me your that somebody
song performed by by Aaliyah
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The G. O. D.
The g-o-d
Aiyyo, check it out...its gods son
I know I always give you clowns a little lean to come out
Cause I drop every two years...but its over now, you know? hah
[chorus]
The g-o-d s-o-n
K-i-n-g o-f n-y-c
Thats me [x4]
[hook]
Is it because I got the city on smash now
Oh woe woe
Or is it because your times up and its a wrap now
Hey hey hey hey
[verse 1]
In the papers you read that nas is crazy
Lost his mind as he leavin sony
The inc got him signed
Its only a figment of your imagination
Went to way with new yorks hot radio station
Lost my patience, had to zone out
Rappers blown out, I have the throne now
The real shall reign, I feel your pain
You r&b, follow me, spell my name
[chorus]
[hook]
[verse 2]
Gods son across the belly
Pardon, Im hardly a bully
But what yall done to hip hop is scary
Nasll be truly the, last soldier to roll with
Holdin it down, my proteges are over with now
A producer like swizz beats, on fire
So is the control room, soon as my vocals are down
Nas - gods son, and yall my little children
So bounce with it, if you can pronounce the correct spellin
[chorus x1]
song performed by by Nas
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