If My Homie Calls
Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee
We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me g
Back in the days we played practical jokes on
Everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on
All through high school, girls by the dozens
Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasnt
But like the old saying goes
Times goes on, and everybody grows
Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways
You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays
In many ways we were paid in the old days
So far away from the crazies with aks
And though I been around clowning with the underground
Im still down with my homies from the hometown
And if you need, need anything at all
I drop it all for yall, if my homies call
Its a shame, you chose the dope game
Now you slang cane on the streets with no name
It was plain that your aim was mo cane
You got game now you run with no shame
I chose rappin tracks to make stacks
In fact I travel the map with raps that spray cats
But now I dont wanna down my homie
No matter how low you go youre not lowly
And i, hear that you made a few enemies
But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call
If you need my assistance therell be no resistance
Ill be there in an instant
Who am I to judge another brother, only on his cover
Id be no different than the other
H-to-the-o-to-the-m-to-the-i-to-the-e
Im down to the e-n-d
Cause its a fall in no time at all
Im down for yall, when my homies call
Word, if my homies call
Well its ninety-one and Im livin kinda swell now
But I hear that youre going through some hell pal
But life makin records aint easy
It aint what I expected its hectic its sleazy
But I guess that the streets is harder
Trying to survive in the life of a young godfather
My homies is making it elsewhere
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
We both had dreams of being great
But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped
Its fate, it wasnt my choice to make
To be great, Im giving it all it takes
Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes
I gotta take, my place or fall from grace
The foolish way, the pace is quick and great
Smiling face, to hide the trace of hate
But my homie would never do me wrong
Thats why I wrote this song, if you ever need me its on
No matter who the foe they must fall
Us against them all Im down to brawl if my homies call
song performed by by 2 Pac
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My Homiez =N= Me =)
My homies and me
We're like one big family
My homies and me
Are the coolest people you will ever met
We're from our town 'stabciti'
We're kraizy and very funny
We'll make you laugh...If you come around
How we act is so funny
Like some real kraizy fort peck indians
.....but.....
We love eachother no matter what
.....but the thing we love.....
Is being together.....That always cheers us up :)
From the good times to the bad times
We'll handle each situation
Like we always did
Just give us space
we'll clam down on our own pace
We'll come around....We always do
So.....No need to talk sh*xt
Because we know we're just so innocent
[=
We like our music loud
Well we're cruisin down the road
Just smoking having a great time
But Wait......Shhhhh....My cuz'n mom calling now!
Time to be quiet and calm
As if nuthing is really going on
....But me im almost never quiet....
I like to talk, chill, just have a good time
I entertain my homies or atleast I try
LOL...To my homies im so
'bunny funny :) '
But hey....thats us...being KRAIZY sioux Indians
Just.....
My Homies =N= Me =)
*4 my homies*
Luv Ya
poem by SmashLey Sweetie Simons
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Nobody Does It Better
Funky fresh on the microphone
Too $hort
Too $hort
[ verse 1 ]
See, Im fresh like always, Im comin at you
And you know I wont stop till Im through
So get on it. now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
At you, cause Im jammin, so check me
I play the music, even made the beat
Cause Im the most rappin, most rhymin
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin
On you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause Im a player, love to play this game
I get funky out here, pumpin the name
Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it
Fat bankrolls in my pocket
Call me the dirty rapper, Ill say, sure
But Im a young black entrepreneur
Im an mc, right? I own a company too
Programmed the drums and made the groove
So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man
I hope its not hard for you to understand
Im the businessman, its not the same
Im treated like a dope dealer runnin the game
And you wonder why I cant get no peace
Im makin more than the chief of police
Im
Too $hort
[ verse 2 ]
Now that Ive established one fact
I came here to rap
You got a choice to make about me
Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
Boy, youre too grown, dont say Im borin
Just because you know I come from californ-
Ia where many rappers get no respect
Im at home in a tape deck
I get played and played until its all played out
Sucker mcs come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
Then the other suckers, sayin no names
Rap on the mic and use new york slang
Even though we dont talk like that out here
The point Im tryina make comes out so clear
You want paper or plastic, visa or cash?
You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
Now nip, dip, roll the strip
Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie
I got to say it before I break
I never rap fake
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 3 ]
See, Im fresh like always, no sweat
Its time to jump back in the mix and get
On it, now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records everyday
And still I get no radio play
I got homies, they love my beat
So you hear me all over the streets
A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
The kinda tape youll always keep
So if you lose it, youre not my mamas son
It aint free, go and buy another one
Like a costume party on halloween
Mcs pop up on the scene
So you made a record, I saw your poster
Im still harder than you, boy, look closer
Wont say whos best, I just tell you the truth
Youre not makin money, so it couldnt be you
So if that leaves me, too $hort, baby
I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple
Take that, its a too $hort rap
Its on you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 4 ]
Nobody does it better
Tell you, nobody does it better than too $hort
I take a limousine to the airport
Fly first class, never ever last
Cause a brother like me, I pay cash
Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
Dont look now, but Im shinin bright
I know you wanna hear my triple x
Foul language, girls and sex
Well, Im gonna tell you bout livin the life
Stayin in school and not smokin the pipe
Its hard to be a rich man, dont you know?
When you drop out of school and start smokin dope
It goes d-u-m-b
Youre lookin for some d?
Then start tweakin, its goin on
You dont like it? well, play another song
I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
I sing em every day of the year
You try to get it, you think you got it
I hope you like it, cause you sure cant stop it
This rap is so funky fresh
Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
And if you ever say Im through
So what? Im makin more than you
Cause im
Too $hort
song performed by by Too Short
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His Homies
He takes a step outside his door
Looks left and right to make sure
It's safe to step outside
And if anyone is watching him
I'm not sure he realizes that
He is dealing his way to death
His homies aren't his homies
They are now his enemies Now
And they're the ones
He need to be worried about
Not the police anymore
His homies are gonna be the gun
To his head when it comes
Right down to it
Friendship
There a kind of feeling that you can only get
From having good friend that you can call family
Blood is thicker than weather this is true
But your homies will never let you regret
Their by your side now matter what the trouble
They get your back even when you are wrong
No matter what whenever you may call
Their right there on the double
Friendship is such a wonderful bond
Your create links and chains
That cannot be broken now matter what
And this unconventional family is not a con
Who had my back when I was too drunk to walk
My family shunned me for what I did
It was stupid this I know
But my homie never give me that talk
I glad to have friends so great
I will never turn my back on them
No matter the day or even time
So to everyone you should appreciate
The friendship in your life
poem by Murasaki Kitsune
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Lil' Ghetto Boy
The ghetto x8
Snoop doggy dogg:
Wake up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so i'm a young buck
It's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, i guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist fight
So i guess i gots to handle mine
Since i did the crime, i gots to do my time
Chorus:
We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' ghetto boy
Dr. dre:
Now i'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That i be makin' soon as i touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no thang to me
Cause now i'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones i get with cause i'm down to set trip
Nigga, i'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then i heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what i get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip
Chorus
Snoop doggy dogg:
Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin' but i'm played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, i'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, i wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin' but convicts around me
But now i'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip
Chorus
Lil' ghetto boy
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3
That's the life of a g
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto. x3
That's the life of a g. the ghetto
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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D. O. G. s Get Lonely 2
[snoop talking]
Whats up baby can I get with you?
Its called dogs get lonely 2
Bow-wow
[chorus]
I dont give a damn, what your homies say
You dont stay on me, your always out to play
Your so hard to find, seems your shaking me
D.o.g.s we get lonely
[snoop]
Look here babygirl d.o.g.s we get lonely
You can ask all my homies, all d.p.g. got tenderonis
Now when we on the road trying to get this paper
And phone call away is what you say
But some times you got to find time to get up
To get out and get away you feel me
Now all I want to do is stay real and stay true
Im trying to have a little something, and keep you satisfied, but
[when] my homeboys say its time to ride then Im a ride
See Im a gangsta Im a always be a gangsta you cant change me
Dispite at night I might get lonely ya heard me come and serve me
Id love to take you to the mall
Buy you a little somthing go to the movies too
If thats what you want to do, thats what you trying to do
Thats what we going to do
Now Im a put you on a back burner
Cause I got to get this cheese with my crew
But baby momma full of drama aint that right
D.a.z. dogs get lonely too
Now you knew the dog was dangerous and you took it
You got good loving
You hook me up a good meal
But you still couldnt hook me
Let me stop lying, Im trying to be too cool, I shaking the real
All my homies do yall know d.o.g.s can get lonely too thats real
[chorus] x2
[snoop talking]
Yo yo check this out baby
Im not even going to rap on this one
Im not Im not much of a rapper at all
But check this out Im a put this p.i. down to you real small
I mean I got to get this money Im out here hanging with my homeboys
We do what we do we been doing this
Before I even met you you know what Im saying
Times get hard my homies gone be there I know you there for me
I know you want to do those things that
That a women supposed to do for a nigga like me
I mean when I get lonely Im a holler at you
You gone be there for me
Thats real
[chorus]x2
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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So Many Ways
...in so many ways
...in so many ways
Hey you gon miss up on the g-funk era
Ya know we said things won for warren g, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 d that was my intro
And now i'm makin dough, i'm rollin a 64
Well things get shady when the grass is greener
Brothas throwin up sets in hoods like ya neva seen a
Young mac daddy do his thing cuz i pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
And it's a shame how the game must be played
It was told never fold by the brothas you can't fade
So raise up on this young hog
Cuz i heard you punkin some but you can't punk me dogg
I got my own thang cuz i let my beats swing
It ya wanna bring it bring it on no pain to gain
So as i creep can you peep what i speak
Techniques unique, so what you sayin is obsolete
So there it is as i go about my days
I can only bring it to you like this in so many ways
Chorus
I'm bein true aint no fakin wit me
Brovas plottin on me trynna test if they can see
But i'm peepin out the sain for the peeps who gimme props
For stayin out that madness you know it aint gon stop
In so many ways i let 'em know
In so many way i let it flow
But you still don't hear me though
So i'm gon break it down cuz it's quite elementary
This is for da homies in da penetentary
Ab baby papa
Big rotch from the block
And the homey j dogg down cuz you'ze a hoe
I got plenty love, and homey love stays
I can only bring it to ya like this, in so many ways
Chorus
I stay true to the game
But some stay blind to the fact
That if i don't look good, you dont look good
So please rearrange and change the things you doin
You playin yourself cuz you the one gettin screwed
As i, ease on down the rick road
As i shift from first to second, cruise control
So spark up the doujer (?)
Cuz i got the drink, and dont think that
We dont roll without a full tank
Of that bomb that we called the funk
Cuz i am the g and the funk is what you want
Now lets take a trip to the other side of town
Brothas flip flop and they neva stay down
Wanna be all they can be, but gettin held back
Tryin to take what is mine what type of lick is that
So this is for the homies stay down for your pay
I can't only bring it to you like this in so many ways
Chorus
song performed by by Warren G
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bad Boys
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
I look out the window, see the fishes get the run-around
I tell the boys I gotta be movin on
Im tired of playin the game, the endings always the same
Odds are you wont last too long
I can see you, you cant see me
Dont feel shame no more
Im not here, youre not there
That I know for sure
Bad boys, they call us
Bad boys, they call us
Bad boys
Left on the street to fend for yourself
You do what you can to get by
The choice is run with the pack
You make a take on the sly
This time Ill go it alone
Im gonna make good on my own
No more of this foolish pride
I can see you, you cant see me
I dont care no more
Im not here, youre not there
That I know for sure
Bad boys, they call us
Bad boys, they call us
Bad boys
Dont wanna be in a cell
Dont wanna end up in hell
I know I dont like what I see
Dont want it to happen to me
I gotta get out of this town
No sense in hanging around
Time I found out what I want to be
Nobody wants to run, and nobody wants to hide
The moment of truth becomes a burning inside
Hey look at me, and youll see
How Ive changed my ways
Im not there, youre not here
Wont have people say
Bad boys, bad boys
Bad boys, see how they run
Bad boys, they call us
Bad boys, they call us
Bad boys, see how they run
song performed by by April Wine
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Live & Die
I get up friday morning and Im late for school
Only 13, but I got a mad pull, its cool
Who needs a job when I can steal and rob
Making all that money, but my mom dont think its funnly
Call up the homies cuz todays the day they gonna make a man of me
A gangsta, an o.g. they say Im young, but I got much heart
Feel like a kid inside, I know how to play the part
Gotta get jumped in, but man it aint no thang
5 minutes of pain for the love of a gang
Might not be right, but its all I know
Messed up and joined a gang, gave away my soul
Chorus
Nothing matters to me, except right now
Make it through till tomorrow, some way some how
You dont understand, but it makes sense to me
I wont stop until I rest in peace
2x
I got my first 9-lim, so brothers beware looking to get into some trouble
All it takes is a stare without a care, I see some fools that aint from my set
Represent what I claim, then take my respect scared as heck,
But Im down with how you figure, you might be big
But my trigga is bigga, bust five shots as I fall to the floor
Within a single second, I become hardcore
I knew this morning, it would be one of those days g
I missed them suckas again, but hit a lady and her baby
Chorus 2x
Get that fool
Live by the sword, die by the sword
Innocent life, what they dying for
Live by the gat, die by the gun
Who suffers when its all said and done
2x
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Short But Funky
Verse 1:
Life is too short but now its kind of funky
I make the beats for me and my homies
Newspaper reporters and others always ask me
Why Im x-rated and I rap so nasty
When I was a teen I did nothing else
But pick up a pen and express myself
The things I wrote were obsene and kind of dirty
But mama always said the truth couldnt hurt me
She also said that it would set me free
I guess she was r-i-g-h-t on the nail
Cause now Im out making my mail
It all started out from a freaky tale
If thats what sells then Im a stick with it
Short dog aint changing, so forget it
You can sell out if you want to, homie
But Im a stay short but funky
Verse 2:
Dont stop, just call it verse two
Its short dog baby from the dangerous crew
Not your average everyday fake rap on the micro
I might say something that your mother dont like so
Dont play it loud if shes around to see
But you can play this cause its rated pg
When Im rated x Im just having my fun
I bring a smile to each and every one
But theres a serious side in everything I say
Life is too short for you to wait til the next day
Just straighten up your life and you can start right here
Drop the cocaine and the bottles of beer
People always say it aint right to preach
But take my advice, get wise and reach for the sky
So you can live like a king homie
And Im a stay short but funky
Verse 3:
You never catch me on the mic rappin a dance tune
I like it kind of mellow with the sound of the bass boom
The style is mine, Ive been doing it for ten
You might say its simple, but Im making my ends
See I dont trip on a punk cause I jack him
Too $hort plus the cuss words equals platinum
What would I look like dancing on a stage
I wave my hand and do it like the old days
But some dumb fool want to take it out of hand
With 50 million dancers and a big old band
That aint me, Im from the old school
Play the instrumental, get the mic and Im cool
Cause Im an oaktown mack and its like that, so
It all comes out in my records and my stage show
In my category Im the one and only
And Im a stay short but funky
Hey yo, thats it
Baby jesus
Dog baby from the dangerous crew
song performed by by Too Short
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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This Aint Livin
Intro -
This aint livin;
1st verse -
Nigga;
I hear even the smaller gs be dippin chevy impalas;
While flossin they gold ds;
O.gs is who they follow;
We swallow tomorrows seeds;
What we leave is hollow;
We feed violence and greed;
Let em lead tomorrow;
In time they grippin nines;
Sippin wine they wild;
Still I be starin;
Watch the parents sacrifice they child;
The loves gone;
A thugs home;
With no love feelin so strong;
Make young boys in the club dealers;
Now ones for adolescents;
Now dose for doughs;
Keep your friends by your side;
Even close your foes;
Now three for johnny law;
Tryin to take my chips;
I never pulled the trigger;
Didnt touch that bitch;
Throw your hands in the air;
Its a robbery;
_________ think of pac;
Would you ride with me? ;
Lets go see what our enemies talkin bout;
When gs enter the house nobodys walkin out;
This aint livin;
Its similar to prison;
Were trapped;
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped;
I watch my back twenty-four seven;
And never let a busta send a g to ghetto heaven;
Y-ou know;
This is how it goes;
When we floss with flows;
Before I toss your hoes;
It would cost you mo;
I do shows;
Make a lotta dough;
Murder my foes;
But Id give it all up - if it would help you grow;
This aint livin;
Hook 1 -
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life;
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Cant find a better way to breakthrough;
(pac)
This aint livin;
(singer)
This aint livin - I gotta do what I gotta do;
(pac)
This aint livin;
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life;
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Cant find a better way to breakthrough;
This aint livin - I gotta do what I gotta do;
2nd verse -
Peep;
Gunfire is produced at alarmin rates;
Todays youth quick to shoot;
Get in the car and break;
It takes a nation of millions;
If we intend to stop the killin;
Just search your feelins;
Participation should be appealin;
They our seeds;
And when they bleed we bleed;
Thats what becomes of lonely children;
They turn to gs;
Heavenly father can you rescue? ;
My young nation - rest;
The lord will protect you;
Respect due;
Not a threat;
As I step in blue;
And check those that opposed when I froze them fools;
And who are you - to watch me fall father;
I disappeared and reappeared as the _____________;
(my guess is as the don killuminati)
Follow me now;
Skippin class and livin fast;
Will get your ass;
Stuck in the pen;
Doin life plus ten;
Young brother pump your brakes for me;
Before you choke;
Wont you soak up some game from your big homie;
This aint livin;
We givin you jewels;
Use em as tools;
Explode on the industry;
And fade them fools;
You know the rules;
Gotta be a ridah;
You can run the redlights but read the street signs;
Hey;
This for all of yall to keep on raisin hell;
Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself;
It aint right;
What you put your mama through;
Young g;
Gotta change your life;
Take the game from me;
This aint livin;
Outro -
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life;
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Cant find a better way to breakthrough;
This aint livin - I gotta do what I gotta do;
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life;
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Cant find a better way to breakthrough;
This aint livin - I gotta do what I gotta do;
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life;
Livin in a world of crime -
And I -
Cant find a better way to breakthrough;
This aint livin - I gotta do what I gotta do;
(singer)
Takes a life to make a life;
Livin in a world of crime -
And i
- cant find a better way to breakthrough;
This aint livin - I gotta do what I gotta do;
song performed by by 2 Pac
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LBC Thang
( Tray-Dee )
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit da heats
Now it seem da hole damn hood dun switchd up
Used ta put our fists up see hoo lip git bust
Hallain out da set as we sweat at da hutch
Come frum out of bounds mess around git stuck
So tell me wuts up wit dis LBC thang
Homies hatin homies wen we on dis G thang
Now peep game it's about ta be da next centerury
It ain't about life witout da penetentaries
It git ta be a damn shame at times
Knowin we da strongest wen thangs cumbine
Bang da 9 dub an' insane 4 life
West an' North side keep brangin it rite
( hook
song performed by by Snoop Dogg from Snoop Dogg Presents: Tha Eastsidaz
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Dear Homie
[hen-gee]
Dear homie, whats the hap, since your up in the sky?
With God by your side
Homie whats it like?
I know your bein treated right
No more worries
Plus youre bein heard g
I guess you know niggaz is still trippin
I dont know why, they see a future in it
Were headed for self-destruction
Cant function
Only thing I can do is pray
And thank god, for another day
Yes homie, its rough down here. I gotta watch my back
Cos its hard being black
If it aint the other
Its my own colour
Tryin to work me
Tryin to hurt me
Aint no l-o-v-e
Please tell me why, dear homie
[ice-t]
Dear homie, gang-bangin aint joke
And Im lookin over ya loc
Always knew there was fools out to get me
I didnt even hear the gunshots till after the slugs hit me
I grabbed for my chest and my neck, hopin
When my head hit the ground my skull busted open
You used to ask for my advice
Well dear homie, dyin aint nothin nice
And the place Im at is overpacked
With young blacks who crash crack and gats
I can only pray
You dont come this way
You gotta stay alive, you got a kid g
I feel ya partner but I worry alot
Bust shots
I know youre tryin to comfort me
But I dont want no company, homie
[hen-gee]
Dear homie, even though youre gone
I still fell your presence
Sometimes I can sleep
Cos I just cant see
Reality like it really should be seen
I still reminisce on how we used to kick it
Strollin the yard, just hangin out together
Down for whatever, whenever
And now Im hopin, youre seeing a true friend in me
We where meant to be
[ice-t]
Dear homie, you used to call me o.g.
Now ya really gotta look up to me
Cos the place Im at, is way high in the sky
I didnt want to die
But the life I lived was just to reckless
Too many bad marks on gods checklist
And many many brothers will go out
Just tryin to get that hard-core street clout
But a street reps final test, is when youre lying in a coffin
With youre hands folded on your chest.
Then ya hear the girls cry
Then ya hear the brothers lie
Talkin about how down you was
Then the next week the back on the street, they cold forgot ya cuz.
Dont wanna see ya on your back,
So for me stay sucka free, cos you dont need that, homie.
Dear homie...
Dear homie...
Ya know I miss ya homie...
song performed by by Ice T
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Tune In To Doggys Station
[warren g]
Well its the dub-a double r-e-n
Power 106 in the mix again
Its the dogghouse servin 48
So grab your gin and bounce rock skates
[snoop dogg]
Whats up with you warren g ?
Everything on me, its your homie snoop dogg from the dpg
Everything is everything in the lbc
Grass green in the douce lookin way too ? ? ?
[warren g]
Well homie aint no limit to what you do
You got the longbeach malician ride with you
So we gonna ? ? ? on every block
So you better run and grab your glock
Cause Im lookin for you and Im lookin for you
And when I snatch your ass, your ass is trough
[snoop dogg]
I had my show for a minute
My hands all in it
Now everybody wanna know whats up with me and no limit
Hellyeah I get paid with the homie master p
And I never forget where Im from; g-dub
[warren g]
Well Im gonna get it
And Im gonna spit it
Weither there is no limit or g-funk
All the homies is with it
[snoop dogg]
The sky is all grey and Im drinkin brew
Were 3 million deep and Im the leader of the crew
Ask kurupt he got game like coopie(? )
I aint nothing but a playa, thats what your mamma told me
When youre all alone and youre sitting at home
And you feel like hollaring at the dogg on the phone
Never hesitate to call 411845059
Gangstas ride ? ? ? ? ? ? drank
Hitting on the chronic as a ? ? ? smash the sun
Feels good to be a westcoast representer
A long way from me on the tv dinner(? )
Got my own show like jerry springer
And its quite off the hook, in fact its off the ? ? ?
So l-o-cs and d-o-gs: 310 714 213, we out
[chorus, snoop dogg]
When youre at home
And youre alone
Tune in to doggys station
When youre at home
And youre alone
Tune in to doggys station
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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Transformers
Microphone check one two uh
And you dont stop
Microphone check one two uh
And ya dont quit
Microphone check one two one two
Let me clear my throat so I can do what I gotta do
Its expresso, mandle that Im stacked
Niggaz, tryin to corner the market but Im back
Bang to the boogie, and boogie to the bang
Its g-funk for life sewing up everything
Little locs, pay attention
Do I or should I have to mention
44 ways where the grass is greener
From og to bg is a misdemeanor
St. marys hospital, 10:20 am
On the street called atlantic is where I began
Ola may, uh, thats my lady, she made me
On a street under the bridge called hill, thats where she raised me
(chorus 4x)
Transformers, busters in disguise
I say chitty chitty bang bang
Brothers wanna gang bang
Tryin to represent but dont know about the gang thang
21st where it all begun
Begun us on the corner with the homies havin fun
I was a youngsta, peepin from the other corner
Seeing sets in the air with big arms now I wanna
Be like them, and act like them
And stack like them and try to mack like them
Shit, its hard being warren g from the lb
And like the gs before, you know me
So Im a stay down, for the eastside
Not like you busters, transformers in disguise
Chorus
One to twenty-one, and you know I aint gonna stall
I gotta give it up with the homie roll call
Og cry baby, and the homie big roc
Mooch on the side with the stockin can ride
Big sugar mama, flee bag and
Lady roe guard and marathon they og see
Salt lake crew got little shorty charlotte,
But back to louis with t-bone is where I started,
Livin in the back in a little pink shack
If you know like I know then bounce to this track
Cerritos bounce to this
21st bounce to this
I said lewis bounce to this
Salt lake bounce to this
Under the bridge bounce to this
Elm st. bounce to this
710 bounce to this
P-a-cs bounce to this
Mlk bounce to this
Locc st. bounce to this
1-9 bounce to this
20th bounce to this
Lemon bounce to this
(fades)
song performed by by Warren G
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Transformers
Microphone check one two uh
And you dont stop
Microphone check one two uh
And ya dont quit
Microphone check one two one two
Let me clear my throat so I can do what I gotta do
Its expresso, mandle that Im stacked
Niggaz, tryin to corner the market but Im back
Bang to the boogie, and boogie to the bang
Its g-funk for life sewing up everything
Little locs, pay attention
Do I or should I have to mention
44 ways where the grass is greener
From og to bg is a misdemeanor
St. marys hospital, 10:20 am
On the street called atlantic is where I began
Ola may, uh, thats my lady, she made me
On a street under the bridge called hill, thats where she raised me
(chorus 4x)
Transformers, busters in disguise
I say chitty chitty bang bang
Brothers wanna gang bang
Tryin to represent but dont know about the gang thang
21st where it all begun
Begun us on the corner with the homies havin fun
I was a youngsta, peepin from the other corner
Seeing sets in the air with big arms now I wanna
Be like them, and act like them
And stack like them and try to mack like them
Shit, its hard being warren g from the lb
And like the gs before, you know me
So Im a stay down, for the eastside
Not like you busters, transformers in disguise
Chorus
One to twenty-one, and you know I aint gonna stall
I gotta give it up with the homie roll call
Og cry baby, and the homie big roc
Mooch on the side with the stockin can ride
Big sugar mama, flee bag and
Lady roe guard and marathon they og see
Salt lake crew got little shorty charlotte,
But back to louis with t-bone is where I started,
Livin in the back in a little pink shack
If you know like I know then bounce to this track
Cerritos bounce to this
21st bounce to this
I said lewis bounce to this
Salt lake bounce to this
Under the bridge bounce to this
Elm st. bounce to this
710 bounce to this
P-a-cs bounce to this
Mlk bounce to this
Locc st. bounce to this
1-9 bounce to this
20th bounce to this
Lemon bounce to this
(fades)
song performed by by Warren G
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Rebel Of The Underground
Rebel, rebel, rebel
They just cant stand the reign
Or the occasional pain
Of a man like me who goes against the grain.
Sometimes I do it in vain
So wit the little bass and treble aint missed a
So its time for me to explain that Im the rebel.
Cold as the devil.
Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs.
They came to see the maniac sychopath.
The critics heard of me and the aftermath.
I dont give a damn and it shows.
A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes.
So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac mc.
I give a shout out to your homies.
Maybe then, the criticsll leave your boy alone, g.
On the streets or on tv, it just dont pay the be a truth tellin mc.
They wont be happy till Im banned.
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man.
For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human race.
I throw peace to the bay.
Cuz from the jungle to oaktown, they backin me up all the way.
You know ya gotta love the sound.
Its from the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
Hes the rebel: rebel of the underground
Now Im face to face with the devil.
Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto.
And police brutality,
Put you in a nip and call it technicality.
So you reap what you soe.
So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more.
Now the fox is in the henhouse.
Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep
I got her sneakin out.
Tupac aint nuttin nice.
Ill be nothin how I wanna and do it when Im gonna.
Now Im up to no good.
The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could.
So sit and slip into the sound.
Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
Hes the rebel: rebel of the underground
They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down.
I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
But I never let it get me.
I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me.
In fact, they tryin to keep me out.
Try to censor what I say cuz they dont like what Im talkin bout.
So whats wrong with the media today.
Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid.
But me, Im comin from the soul.
And if it dont go gold, my story still get told.
And that way they cant stop me.
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punksll try to copy.
Its sloppy, dont even try to.
Im a slave to the rythm and Im about to fly through.
Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto.
When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go.
Now everybody wanna gangbang.
They talkin street slang, but the punk still cant hang.
By makin records bout violence
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent.
It kinda make you wanna think about
That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out.
But 2pacalpyse is straight down.
So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground.
2pac is the rebel: rebel of the underground
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Inside Of A Gangsta
Yeah
This is ice-t
Ima slow it down for a minute
I wanna talk to all the ladies out there
I got my man j-e-ll in the house
I got a message I wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah
Check me out
[ verse 1: ice-t ]
Its time for me to kick game
And if I cant do it, then ladies, ice aint my name
Now real brothers aint easy to understand
And its a long hard road to become a man
Drama seeks and chases him through every year
His homie dies, you might see him shed a tear
But mostly hardcore feelings are all you see
Cause you gotta be raw to be called a gee
But every man slows down
Youll see this side when theres probably no one around
And theres no safer place
Than if you ever are some gees homebase
But it aint easy, these brothers got barricades around the hearts
Its gonna take time before the trust starts
But girl, you must be true
Cause if your mans a gee, hell definitely die for you
Look him deep in his eyes, let him know youre there
Show him that you really care
Trust me, you move with time
Through the darkened halls of his mind
You just might find
[ bobby ross avila ]
The me inside of a gangsta
Yo, jell
You know what Im sayin?
I try to represent for all the brothers out there
And I know my latin homies have the same drama with they girls, man
Wont you let em know how its goin down
[ verse 2: jell ]
Man, Im lookin for a hina thats down
But you dont have to be brown
If you wanna hang around
All you gotta do is stay in check
Cause if youre rubbin me right
Then you can bet youll get respect
And thats why I guess my feelings will have to show
How can you hide somethin thats in your soul?
Cause theres more to the l-o-c
Than all the violence, baby, that aint who I be
I know my dogs and me can still pull straps
But I rather have you rollin in my cadillac
Cause when we cruisin, thangs is all good
And that goes for every vato in the hood
Now sometimes its hard to show the other side
Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide
Cause east l.a. dont play
And if I had my way
Id kick it with you everyday
[ ice-t ]
Whether black or brown, the situations the same
Different hoods, but the same game
Some girls wont take their time
Others will stroll through our souls and find
[ bobby ross avila ]
The me inside of a gangsta
song performed by by Ice T
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Nothin But Love
Straight outta oakland, california where we spark it on ya
Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
I remember drinkin hennesey, smokin weed
Fantasize about the things wed grow to be
Had a partner named snoop, loved to clown a stank
Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off
Pour a little for my homies but dont waste it all
Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
Having house parties in a crowded spot
And you can tell its hot, they talk loud a lot
Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
Straight grindin, everybody havin fun
And its cool til a fool pull a loaded gun
Cause another dude kicked his bacardi over
He had to act a fool now the partys over
Gun shots rang like its thunder
And everybody bum rushing and Im rushing to get a number
Says she got a man but shes lying
Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and..
Hes a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
I aint trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but love
(chorus)
Singers-
Aint got nuttin but love for ya
2pac-
Im down for yours, nuttin but
Love
(repeat x4)
I love to go back, to the block I got my game from
Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin
Hed love to tell ya what hes thinkin
But I cant diss him hes my elder
He been livin here longer what that tell ya?
And little girls playin double dutch
Still blush, cause she dont get in trouble much
Its uhh, ponytails and barrettes
I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
And little boys playin stick ball, quick yall
Get out the street before they hit yall
And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss
And wonder how we came to this
I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
I cant take what she offers me
And this is how the world could be
This is how the world should be
Feels good to be back on the streets
Cause I know they got love for me, nuttin but love
(chorus)
When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see
Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
I saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks
And the squares getting big for these sack of dope
Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself
So I made myself, raised myself
Til the dealer on the block told me, that aint cool
You aint meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool
I got my game about women from a prostitute
And way back used to rap on the block for loot
I tryed to make my way legit, haha
But it was hard, cause rhymes dont pay the rent
And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
I couldnt make it in school, so finally I dropped out
My family on welfare
Im steady thinking, since dont nobody else care
Im out here on my own
At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldnt be alone
Im feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face
Cause my life is filled with hate
Until I looked around me
I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
Panthers, pimps, pushers and thugs
Hey yo, thats my family tree, I got nuttin but love
(chorus - repeats for a while without 2pac)
Oaktown --
Singers-
Aint got nuttin but love for ya
Aint got nuttin but love for ya (repeats till fade...)
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Short Dogs In The House
Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats right (repeat 4x)
Oakland, california, west coast life
You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age 14
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, 10 years later
Ask any mc if I rap greater
See Im known in fresno, even the big o
>from san diego to sacramento
Theyll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life wont one say no
Aint nothing like a too $hort fan
I aint tripping, you can play it again
Dont fight the feeling, life is me
I rock shows in nashville, tennessee
It wasnt hee haw, so dont laugh
At the good ol boys getting autographs
In cinncinatti, I know you heard
I got fined for the cusswords
Its true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man, or just thump your freak
I come to your town, Im not under
I want your name and your telephone number
You think Im faking, but Ill call
We only got one night to do it all
I know baby its such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys called the dangerous crew
I used to be local til I signed with jive
Too $hort then went nationwide
I went to georgia with the too $hort sound
I went down like bobby brown
I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank, and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all started out in the golden state
California, where I was born and raised
I used to play the drum in my younger days
I just hit that beat any way I can
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and I started to rap
Now beats I make, make my bank so fat
Its too $hort, on the mic tonight
Pennsylvania, can you see the light?
>from chicago, to indiana
>from mississippi, to alabama
Louisiana, even texas
Females, call me sexist
But dont they love it, you know me
Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me
Like engine, engine, number 9
Homies run a train, standing in line
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
>from colorado, to arizona
All the way back home to california
In chatanooga, they know the tip
Short dog in the house, Im that flip
Getting clip, or playing pool
I cant help it Im so damn cool
Call me dog or leave me alone
Im riding in a caddilac fleetwood chrome
With too clean, behind the wheel
Im riding shotgun, rapping for real
Total boss in the back, give me superside
They like to roll em fat cause you know we ride
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
It goes on cause I dont stop rapping
Now you know, nothing but the dog in me
You make love to me and I still act stingy
Oh should I pay you? you must be tripping
I didnt buy you and I sure aint renting
I said I love you cause you gave me head
I didnt love you when we got out the bed
If I could love you, you know I would
But what you giving, aint all that good
A little southern hospitality
Youd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just cant fake it
I go to magic city and the girls dance naked
Im somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But Im living like an oaktown mack
Im in the house yall, Im like ? peeser? yall
Rat heads get nothing but cheese, yall
Or get slapped, put up your dukes
I kick you in your ass with my nike boots
Some rappers try to be just like too $hort
Can hang with the dog, youd better stay on the porch
In minnesota, virginia beach
Wisconson, I got freaks
Atlanta, little rock
Louisville, it dont stop
Kansas city, missouri
I rock the house in east st. louis
Detroit, its like oakland
Its a black thing, and Im a black man
To all my brothers in the u.s.a.
Too $hort baby dont even play
Woofers in the trunk, blasting the beat
I cross the bridge and hit 3rd street
Years ago, I rocked that joint
I say whats up to my homies from hunters point
We go a long way back, its always been like that
In the days that short dog was so young at the rap
Im in the house!
Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats right (repeat 4x)
song performed by by Too Short
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