Wicked
Intro: (some dreadhead, wont translate to avoid offending)
Verse 1:
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
Style and you know that Im from the wicked
Crew, act like you knew
Cos I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo
Pick it, wicked rhymes, picket signs
While me and the mob gotta truck full of 9s]
Play ya and Ill slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the hey-a
Ready to buck buck buck and its a must
To duck duck duck before I bust
Lookin for the one that did it
But like en vogue, no youre never gonna get it
Cos Im the one with the fat mad skills
And I wont choke like the buffalo bills
Sittin at the pad just chillin
Cos larry parker just got two million, oh what a feelin
So shake that nigga and pass me the pill
And Ill slam dunk ya like shaquille oneal
Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that test tube baby
Kick it cos I get wicked
Chorus: (some toaster, once again wont translate to avoid offending)
Verse 2:
Wont say nuttin, just listen
Got me a plan to break tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a duece thatll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cos Im down
Take a look around
And all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my steel toe as a weapon
Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to
Label this nigga, tape with the sticker
Kickin out girls thats nicety
Yo, I gotta body count like ice-t
From here to new york
I get skins and aint talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
Who didnt know I was funky as wilson pickett
Dig it cos I get wicked
Chorus
Verse 3:
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and Im lookin out the window like malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boys
April 29th was power to the people
And we might just see a sequel
Cos police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that dont fly straight
Doin darryl gates but is willie williams
Down with the pilgrims
Just a super slave
Well have to break his ass up like super dave
Im wicked enough to board this
Cos now its on to the fullest
Gorilla straight from the mist
But I dont miss when it comes to this
Bring the yellow tape
The white cape, cos Im so straight
Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it
Bigot, cos I get wicked
song performed by by Ice Cube
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Something Wicked
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat
song performed by by Tupac from 2Pacalypse Now
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Bad, Wicked World
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
They are about dressed to deceive
Conquistadores that have been sent
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
A man too long without sleep
He took a wrong turn and people just laughed
A ship that is not there
But he knows that it was
It made a light and a buzz
Hes really hurt because
People dont care
People think hes a creep
He will not stop, he keeps on talking
Just a tie and a suit
Hes a lonely persuader
Fist-throwing crusader
Against invaders
Wont be mute
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
They are about dressed to deceive
Conquistadores that have been sent
About once a week
Another story has leakes and hes on it
Just a suit and a tie
Will it ever end?
He hasnt got a friend
Pinkies that wont bend
He really must try
Bad, wicked world
Bad, wicked world
Some sell him out, some wont believe
An architect named david vincent
song performed by by Frank Black
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I'm A Wicked One
They say it's off the record gotta keep it clean.
Can't be too abusive can't be too odscene.
But he's got a plan to build a future he's been putting it off for way too long.
Another safety pin through his cheek
and he's three chords short of a punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
He's a stereotype bastard and he likes it that way.
Can't be all taht happy can't be all that gay.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'm a wicked one.
They say get off the stage they say get outta here.
Can't be all that punkrock can't be all that queer.
He'll make them wish they never knew him he'll make them pay for being wrong.
But he doesn't really know how to do that.
So we'll give him three chords to his punkrock song.
Wicked is as wicked does he'll fight it till the end he'll show his finger than say:
I'M A WICKED ONE.
song performed by by The Hives from Barely Legal
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I Am A Wicked Child
Mother mary come to me
Cause I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
but I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart
Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette
Send baby Jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light
lyrics from 24-03-2000 webcast:
I am the devils son and I wish I could be good for you
broke your heartwicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
because I am a wicked child
and I deserve to go to hell
and I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child & I am a wicked child
and I am a wicked child
I am a..
song performed by by Radiohead
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I Want A New Duck
Woh oh
I want a new duck
One that wont try to bite
One that wont chew a hole in my socks
One that wont quack all night
I want a new duck
One with big webbed feet
One that knows how to wash my car
And keep his room real neat
One that wont raid the ice box
One thatll stay in shape
One thats never gonna try to migrate or escape
Or Ill tie him up with duck tape
I want a new duck
A mallard I think
One that wont make a mess of my house
Or build a nest in the bathroom sink
I want a new duck
One that wont steal my beer
One that wont stick his bill in my mail
One that knows the duck stops here
One that wont drive me crazy waddling all around
One wholl teach me how to swim and help me not to drown
And show me how to get down
How to get down baby
Get it?
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I want a new duck
Not a swan or a goose
Just a drake I can dress real cute
Think Im gonna name him bruce
I want a new duck
Not a quail or an owl
One that wont molt to much
One that wont smell too fowl
One that wont beg for breadcrumbs
Hangin around all day
Hed better mind his manners
Better do just what I say
Or hes gonna be duck patte, duck patte, yah, yah
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(lots of quacking sounds)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Can You Do The Work
Intro:
Sean Paul: Bwoy Ce'cile, I see it clear yuh know, mi need ya yuh know
Ce'cile: Pleeeaaaaseeee!!! I got a man ok
Sean Paul: Yeah but mi neva hear yuh seh nuttin bout him, mi talk bout mi and you now
Ce'cile: Well he's there so I gotta let ya know yuh know
Sean Paul: Well let's go kick it then we can chill
Ce'cile: Anyway yuh caan do nuttin
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 1:
Ce'cile:
Yuh a talk bout dutty yeah
when yuh come inna mi house yuh betta don't play
Just land di big jet pon di runway
Can yuh give it to mi all night all day
Sean Paul:
Fi real now Ce'cile yuh a talk bout see what I've been goin thru
List one bag a man like yuh deh pon mi few
But wait till di Dutty get a hold of yuh (Ce'cile: Whateva)
Inna di bedroom yuh start call mi Shaka Zulu
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Ce'cile now a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 2:
Ce'cile:
Well Sean Paul get wid it badgal nuh waan nuh one minute
Or when tire punch out we rim it
Bruk every state limit, don't waan nuh joke or nuh gimmick
Got fi know how fi shock and fi sting it
Sean Paul:
Girl, well I'm most talented, betta than wah di doctor recommended
So when di time mi touch yuh it is time well spended
So when did, yuh ever see a yute so demented?
A yuh start it off now a my time fi end it
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Yuh know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 3:
Ce'cile:
Well if yuh waan di nanny nanny yo gotta mek mi holla gotta mek mi go
(Oh...yeah) Baby gimme some mo', ride it like a rodeo
Sean Paul:
Well well well thru di lightning thundastorm Sean Paul nuh stall
Mek yuh leff di wall pon a di wall yuh a crawl
Nah go ease up off di saddle none at all
Start wuk yuh inna di winter when mi dun a next fall
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Repeat Verse 1 & chorus
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Heaven
Verse one:
Listen to the preacherman
But are you talkin to me
I cant hear you with a mouth full of pigs feet
If I should need the swine flesh
Your body is a mess, but youre blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin for survival
The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch em burn in a fire
See Im a g, thats why I aint in your choir
Cause I see, cause I know
The church aint nothin but a fashion show
Get the devil to a 187
And they wont call me a nigga when I get to heaven
Verse two:
Youre waitin for the devil to come from the ground
Clown, take a look around
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin
A beast in sheeps clothing
But Im rollin with that knowledge of self
Cause heaven aint just wealth
So mister preacher, if I couldnt pay my tithe
Do I have to wait outside?
White man, please take another look
Cause we couldnt be readin out of the same book
Cause youse a crook and Im a brother
King james had sex with his mother
Is that your edition? is that your religion?
Black man, you gotta make a desicion
Cause God is comin on day number seven
And he wont call me a nigga when I get to heaven
Verse three:
The same white man that threw me in the slammer
He bombed the church in alabama
So if I cock the hammer, God wont mind
If I have to kill the human swine
Cause God is a killer from the start
Why you think noah had to build his ark
And God is a man from his feet to his hair
Thats why you say amen after each and every prayer
I just stare at the church man
Spendin more money on the church band
But elijahs got a plan
Got the white man screamin: damn that farrakhan!
Cause one day these babies are uprise
Much more than bowties and bean pies
Kickin knowledge at 7-11
And they wont call me a nigga when I get to heaven
song performed by by Ice Cube
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Wealth Wont Save Your Soul
(e) as we journey along, on (a) lifes wicked (e) road,
So selfish are we, for silver and (b7) gold,
You can (e) treasure your wealth, your (a) diamonds and (e) gold,
But my friends it wont save, your (b7) poor wicked (e) soul.
For when God calls, from his home up on high,
To your earthly wealth, you must say goodbye,
Then its useless to you, if youve strayed from the fold,
For my friend it wont save your poor wicked soul.
The rich man like all, will be judged at that time,
But all of his wealth, will be left behind.
For no matter how much earthly wealth you get hold,
Well my friend it wont save, your poor wicked soul.
This verse on demo record only * * * * *
When the world is on fire, on that judgement day,
For all of our wrongs, then we must pay,
But the debt cant be paid, with silver and gold,
No friends it wont save, your poor wicked soul.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Wild & Wicked
Full moon cravin' just a little
Young love from an innocent one
No shame it's purely noncommital
It's the only way to go if you wanna have fun
Kickstart the rythm pull out on the road
Relyin' on an overload
I need some baby blues reflectin' in the mirror
Tellin' me all the things I wanna hear
Loved and lost
I paid a painful cost
Feel my love
I've reached the point of no return
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I need a guy that's full of sex appeal
I need a guy that looks good in the red
I want someone with a heart that I can steal
I want someone to drive me outta my head
Tight jeans, cute, and the way I might behave
Full of trouble you might say
All those things you said it
Oh I want him in the back that way
Loved and lost
I paid a painful cost
Feel my love
I've reached the point of no return
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
song performed by by Shania Twain
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Quickie
Ready for this one
Nivea
Rasheeda
Yeah
[Rasheeda:]
He like the way my pinkie sitting pretty
Underneath my mini Im ready for a quickie
Give him a quick striptease drop it low
Let him squeeze what my Bs like some double Ds
Only got a few minutes
I can play with
Show him how us ghetto girlz like to get it get it
I aint pimpin I see your body out of tension
So come and get it cuz Im working with a time limit
[Verse 1:]
Give it up give it up quick to me
I gotta run can we make this kinda quick you see
Give me your love like you always do it to me
(I need your love but we gotta rush)
Keep it low shine low not to loud
Do it all make it fast know I like it round
Make me scream like a witness on a murder scene
(Wont you come and break me of right here)
[Pre-Chorus:]
It can be outside on the hood of your truck
It can be how you want it just hurry up
Hit it up put it down till you get enough
Ooh ooh
[Chorus:]
I feenin for your touch (touch)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
I feenin for your touch (oh oh)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
[Verse 2:]
Makin love all night sounds good to me
But I just need a little taste of my babys free
And only you can bring it to me like you need to bring it to me
(I need your love will you take over me)
Make a girl wander what the hell you put on me
When you pull up know its up Im so ready
And I dont mind if you say that Ima get it right
(Let me tell you what I need)
[Pre-Chorus:]
It can be outside on the hood of your truck
It can be how you want it just hurry up
Hit it up put it down till you get enough
Ooh ooh
[Chorus:]
I feenin for your touch (touch me)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
I feenin for your touch (oh)
I just cant get enough (ooh)
Come get all of my love (hey)
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
[Verse 3:]
You know what I want and
I cant hide it all from you
Change the way you work it
Im feenin baby hurry come on
(Give it to me)
Cuz baby I need you
(Im making you please)
I gotta feel all of you
(Feeling freaky you know what I need)
Got me bout to scream oh
[Rasheeda:]
He always touch me in the right spots
And do the damn things that keep me so hot
Love it when I get up on top
And ride him like 4-54 drop top
Dont matter the time or place
Cuz I think Im sitting in my car but Im sitting on his face
And I do it all on my lunch break
Quickie a day keep a playa so straight
[Chorus:]
I feenin for your touch (Im feenin)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love (oh ooh)
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
I feenin for your touch (for your touch)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
[Chorus:]
I feenin for your touch (touch me)
I just cant get enough (baby baby)
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
I feenin for your touch
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
song performed by by Nivea
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Slam Dunk The Funk
Slam Dunk The Funk
Five
(5ive)
Five bad boys with the power to rock you
Blowing your mind so you gotta get into
Five, whatcha waiting four if you wanna
Three (three)
Two (two)
One let's do it
Do you wanna get freaky
when the five of us make one
You gotta push the good vibe on
If you really wanna feel it
Got da flava in my song
But I really need to know
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
You gotta shoot, pass, slam baby time to set it off
I'll be up, up away, above the rim and hook a shot
Ally oop, baby, whoop, there it is and now I gotcha
Three seconds left, it's just enuff for me to rock ya
Now check it, how I flip it rock a beat 'cause
I get with it and everybody wants to be the man
with a hey, yippee yo yippee four quarter slam
everybody grab a party and just get on down
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
You wanna know what hits you like a fork lift truck
We got J, AB, Rich, Sean and Scott rocking the extra
Curricular ladies love particular fella
Who knock da meter get the boom shake regular
Five bad boys, honey no, we don't quit til we hit
The rebound sound with a kick
So come on everybody, everybody in tune
As I boomshake n' rock a body
Gimme room
Clap your hands
Stamp your feet
Push it in, pull it out to the beat
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
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song performed by by Five
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Coming Back For More
Chorus:
If youre coming back for more
Then get ready, get ready
Cos everything Ive got is yours
So get ready, get ready
Ya know you never had it so good baby
So youre coming back for more
I can always drive your body crazy
Cos its you that I adore
I dont wanna love just anybody
I just wanna make you mine
All I need is just a little baby
All I need is a little time
If you really want it in your face
Then we better make it clear
Take a good look around you baby
Theres five boys standing here
Is there really time to talk about it
Cos darlin were a pair
Its now or never if you want it baby
Come take it if you dare
(chorus)
Is there anytime I talk about it
Cos talkin thats no good
Just a little bit a lovin baby
Id take it if I could
Just come a little closer baby
I wanna sink you deep
You better call your mother baby
Cos we wont get no sleep
Oh no
(chorus)
1,2,3,4,5,6,7, no eight concentrate
While I hit you off straight
Open up your mind get you hungry make you wait
Baby boo what I gotta do is get it on with you
Cos the skys the limit anything we wanna do
Can we kick back now tell me baby can I lay ya
Up on your back now its gonna happen theres a way
We gotta take it to the top and never stop
I wanna cop the whole lot give me a shot
(repeat chorus to fade)
song performed by by Five
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Sickened By the Wicked and Kicked
So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
They once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
They chose not to see!
So sad are these believers,
Deceived to grieve.
With hearts they show to others,
Upon on their sleeves.
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
To those spoiled by a lifestyle fed to fall.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
They once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
They chose not to see!
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
So sad are these believers,
Deceived to grieve.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
With hearts they show to others,
Upon on their sleeves.
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
To those spoiled by a lifestyle fed to fall.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
'You and me too.
Used and abused!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
We once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
We chose not to see!
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked.
Sickened by the wicked.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tear Da Club Up 97
Intro: three six mafia (repeat 7x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[dj paul]
This for all you playa haters who be talkin that...(ha ha)
The three six show no love, put some hurt on a trick
Im bustin through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin
I be the last man, blast man
If you think you fast man, headlines
Three left em up in a cast man
When I look into your eyes I see a coward
Face to face I hit ya
Three six mafiad rather die than
[lord infamous]
Lord, hittin, here comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin and throwin your sets in the air
Ya bumpin them tables and chests everywhere
Trampled over by the macs and the playas
You standin there actin like you wonder where
It aint said we the hardest,
And you cant rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it dont eelin me
(.....? ? .....)
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 8x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[juicy j]
We tearin the club up, gettin buck
Haters try to call it rough
They better call security, bring them straight jackets and handcuffs
Aint takin it, aint takin it
The clutches I be breakin it
And rippin off the bosses and tossin them to the floor, bricks
Going through the window, got that thing at your temple
When they bust, keep it trust, and we aint talkin bout bustin pimples
Haters cant get with the mafia click, them fools aint buck enough
We gonna get the dynamite trick, and blow the club up
[gangsta boo]
Crazy lady comin at you, you cant fade me trick
I bet you bet you bottom dollar make you holla
When my soldiers get ya, I dont like that violence stuff
But I believe in gettin buck
If you with me, let me see you tear da, tear da club up
Mafia, mafi-mafia, wont stop with it though
Hypnotizing minds, we got you blind and you cant hear me though
Come and get it while you can trick, before its all gone
Goin once, goin twice, oh my God it just went gone
[crunchy black]
Oh, oh, oh, get buck, get wild
Lets tear this house right down
Lets tear da club up thugs
Lets do that stuff right now
No disrespect to the clubs, dont want none of that
But you got the three six mafia up in your house and
And we came to break the law, tear da club up
Ashes to ashes no dust to dust
And you cant trust three six mafia when we tearin that club up
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat 2x)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
[koopsta knicca]
Hypnotize I dont think they high enough
See I thought I told you to get buck and tear da club up
Do it like a lunatic since you down with the prophet click
Now can I blaze it kick it tell me can I kick it man
Since uh, (? ? ) days gone, get hypnotized
Lets start a riot in the club, lets get wild tonight
One little, two little, three triple six members
Four little, five little, six triple six members
Chorus: three six mafia (repeat to fade)
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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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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Lion's den
If you are staying
With a wicked man
If you are living
With a wicked man
If you are making
Friendship with wicked man
Be sure you are walking
In to the lion's den.
Wicked man is dangerous
Wicked man is more
Dangerous than a snake
Wicked man is more poisonous
Than a cobra the most
Poisonous snake of the world
You may survive from snake bite
But you can not survive from
The clutches of a wicked man
You will die in his den.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Slam Da Funk
Five bad boys with the power to rock you
Blowing your mind so you gotta get into
Five what you waiting Four if you wanna get
Three three
Two two
One Let's do it
Do you wanna get freaky
When the Five of us make one
You gotta push the good vibe on
If you really wanna feel it
Got da Flava in my Song
But I really need to known
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
Chorus
Slam Dunk Da Funk put it up
( If you got that feeling )
Slam Dunk Da Funk put it up
( If you got that feeling )
Slam Dunk Da Funk put it up
( If you got that feeling )
Slam Dunk Da Funk
( Put it up )
You gotta shoot, pass, slam Baby Time to set it off
I'll be up, up away above the Rim and hook a shot
Ally oop Baby, Whoop, there it is and now I got ya
Three seconds left it's just enough for me to rock
Ya now check it, how I flip it rock a beat 'cause
I get with it and everybody wants to be a man
With a hea, Yippee, Yo Yippee four quarter slam
Everybody grab a party and just get on down
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
Repeat Chorus
You wanna know what hits you like a Fork lift Truck
We got J, AB, Rich, Sean and Scott rocking the Extra
Curricular Ladies love particular fella
Who knock da meter get the Boom shake regular
Five bad Boys, Honey no we don't quit 'til we hit
The Rebound Sound with a Kick
So come on everybody in tune
As I boomshake 'n' Rock a Boody
Gimme Room
Clap your Hands
Stamp your Feet
Push it in, Pull it out to the Beat
Chorus
[Repeat until End]
song performed by by Five
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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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Hat 2 Da Back
(dallas austin, lisa left eye lopes, kevin wales)
Rap intro
Being that I am the kinda girl that I am
Nobody can make me do what I dont want to
I can be myself a lot and Im proud of what I got
So Ill never change for you
Being that I am the kinda girl that I am
Tight jeans dont hit the scene with one like me
I got to be feeling free and you better believe ill
Do what pleases me
Yo left eye kick the scene
See everyday last week and not a place to go
This nut still had me dressin like a fashion show
But not this week Im chillin cause its nothin to hide
Threw on my baggy dips and waited for my ride
He pulled up knock knock til I opened the door
Peeped my gear and started dissin me from head to toe
But yo just to let you know, its takin ta
Make me wanna say gotta go, gotta go
Chorus:
Hat 2 da back I gotta kick my pants down real low
Thats the kinda girl I am
Thats the kinda girl I am
Hat 2 da back I gotta kick my pants down real low
Thats the kinda girl that I am
Here we go, here we go, here we go again
Being that I am the kinda girl that I am
Some people just dont understand the things I do
(you feelin it d, you feelin it)
Chillin with the girls or kick it with the fellas
If I choose
Being that I am the kinda girl that I am
Dumb rules are left for fools
With no attitude I think my way is cool
So let me be me and continue being smooth
Yo left eye whats up wit that guy?
So yo gettin back to this dude wit the foul attitude
Shoot he made another bad move sayin that
Girls shouldnt wear baseball caps he can go take a hike
Cause its the style I like yeah its a trip
Cause somethin hasnt yet been said
I never talked about them damn fingerwaves in his head
Tight pants and 2 rings in each ear
You know that is dead but its me instead
Chorus
Here we go again
Thats the kinda girl I am
Dont cha know I really dont give a damn
Let me be me for me and not what Im supposed to be
So Im gonna do what I wanna do
Cause dumb rules are left for silly fools
Thats the kinda girl that I am - ohh!
Here we go, here we go, here we go again
Some people might wonder why were like that
Cause were smooth
Smooth you know
Relatively speakin I am no ordinary dip
Cause I aint reachin hipped
Til you be thinkin Im flipped
And that is ooooh on the tlc tip
1-2-3-4 yall
Here we go again
Chorus
song performed by by TLC
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You Just Gotta Be
If I satisfy you, if you satisfy me
Once the course has been set
Gonna need all the help I can get but
You just gotta be you, n I just gotta be me
I cant classify you, you cant pacify me
We cant make it at all
You wont even take my calls
I just want ta be loved
n you just gotta be free
Ill smile and tell it to the world
You just gotta be
Pardon me for sayin
What a price youve been payin
What more can I say
You might feel different some day
If it matter to you, it still matters to me
Youll find me by the bayou
Thinkin wicked thoughts of you
I just want ta be strong, you just gotta be wrong
I cant clarify you, you cant verify me
I cant make it by stealth
You wont even share the wealth so
You just gotta be you
And I just gotta be me
And I will tell that to the world
You just gotta be
With a gratified mind, Ill be on the highway
Just as soon as I can
Where theres a will theres a way so until then
I just want ta be me, and you just gotta be
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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