Im Your Pusher
Yo,its time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the records revolvin
Evils the mixer,Im the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin,yo colder than ever
Punk executioner e pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut anaxe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Dont try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,were succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,Im the big wheel
The dope Im sellin,you dont smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
Im sellin dope in each and every record store
Im the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You dont need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high? let the record play
Mc ice t
Im your pusher
I know youre lovin this drugs as its comin out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you dont need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin like I see you doin
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why? ..that aint fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like I knew you would,like I knew could
And if you aint cracked out,then I know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since I know that you aint,i expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,its like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
Ill make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
>from sellin dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
Ill be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that ice-t
Im your pusher
Im bring it to boil,evil e rock it up
You want it? ..i dont think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,syndicate shotem up
Cops foundem in the lake bottom up
I dont play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I dont cleanem up with no ivory soap
I leaveem hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might o.d. if you overdrive
This record,tape or cd,because the sound ive
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible
Im your pusher
The cops dont know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin on the boulevard,my tempos hyped and hard
I dont ask,the ice just bogards
Sire records puts me out,with warner bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil e adds the cut,then removes it
Iz checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it aint potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if youre doin crack,youre on death row
Youre just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope Im sellin is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit
Mc ice t
Im your pusher
Im your pusher
song performed by by Ice T
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Dope Beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat?
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a dope beat..
[all] We got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE beat..
[all] You got a dope beat
[KRS] I got a DOPE BEAT!!
[all] WE GOT A DOPE BEAT!!
My name is at the top of all of those that mix
I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven
Some did it got paid
song performed by by Boogie Down Productions
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Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Hold it here boy is that your bag
In a small sneak and youve just been had
Is that your scene bin, been what have I seen
Well take a seat, feet, get your feet a seat
Put circle round this this and a circle round that
You put one in the front, and one in the back
Would you show it to your mother or share it with another
Slow down bitch
Oh bitch slow down
Im so good, Im so good, Im so good, man Ive been so good
Im so nice, Im so nice, Im so nice, man Im so nice
Holiday
Holiday
Im here to harass you, I want your pills and your grass you
You dont look first class you
Let me look up your ass you
I smell dope, I smell dope, I smell dope, I am smelling dope
I smell dope, I smell dope, I smell dope, I am smelling dope
Holiday
Were so good, were so good, were so good, man weve never been so good
Were so nice, were so nice, were so nice, man weve never been so nice
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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This Ones For Me
Yo yo whassup ice man you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man
But I dont know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?
Man go ahead and kick it man
Let the people know whats happenin man
You know brothers out there sellin out man
Why they goin out like that man?
Yo, sellin out like it aint nothin man
I aint with it
[ice-t]
Dig it, Im just a brother from l.a.
South central, I live life the fly way
Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now Im known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
But my lyrics are deeper
Because Im the one that makes you think before make a move
I wrote pusher, high rollers, and colors just to prove
That I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time
But one l.a. station wouldnt play my records one time
Im tryin to save my community
But these bourgeoise blacks keep on doggin me
They dont care about violence, drugs and gangs
Kjlh, you aint about nuttin
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoise black suckers
And this ones for me
You wont play no public enemy
You aint playin no boogie down productions
You aint tryin to represent the black community
You just carin about your little ol r&b +bull+
You play all day and night
I represent los angeles all over the united states
And you aint did nuttin for me
Think about it
Hold up, I aint finished on the diss tip
Theres a few more punks that I got to rip
All you chump mcs who sell out quick
When p.e. was on the top, you rode the tip
But now they got problems and you suckers run
Whos chucks real friends, does he really have one?
You yell p.e. this, p.e. that
Fist in the air, proud to be black
Now they got static and you run like punks
I havent heard an mc stand up for him once
Maybe you suckers are just hopin that they fall off
So you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss
Thats what the matter with black people anyway
We aint down with nothin, I dont care what you say
Yell or lie, dont even bother
How low will a brother go for a dollar?
Public enemy broke a new rap age
And now you rappers aint got nuttin to say?
Yo its their problem griff shouldnta said it
E wheres my pistol? (yo Ill go get it)
Cause its time for me to enforce some discipline
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
Chuck flav and griff are my true friends
I got their backs if it means my career ends
All you so-called down mcs with public enemy
I aint heard nobody out there, tryin to help my man out
Youknowhatimsayin? griff is my man, I dont care what he said
Youknowhatimsayin? and I aint gon let them go out like that
Youknowhatimsayin? chuck, ice got your back
Anybody out there got problems with public enemy, come talk to me
Once again, Im back in the diss mode
I gotta speak my mind, its time to unload
On this so-called government weve got
If I lied like them, I think Id get shot
They sell drugs to kids and say its us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You only see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
While bush sells weapons to the enemy
You gotta be stone blind not to see
Our government is honest! nigga, please
Cocaine cant be made in the united states
Kickin facts like this our government hates
The young kids on the streets aint the enemy
Theyre just ghetto youth after money
They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
Try the c.i.a. my friend
Or the f.b.i. or even bush
Somebodys gettin rich, damn sure aint us
Were just killin ourselves while others laugh
Look at the street, its a cocaine bloodbath
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs, youre breathin your last breath
Sellin drugs is straight up genocide
Theyre gonna laugh, while we all die
Sittin up there thinkin youre makin that money
Hustlin and all that, youre killin your brothers
Youknowhatimsayin? you just stupid, straight up stupid
Puttin dope into your body - cmon, youknowhatimsayin?
You gotta get somethin goin out there
Get some brains, youknowhatimsayin?
We are just playin ourselves cold out of the pocket
This ones for me, I make records for you
But this cut I straight out had to do
Theres topics in my mind I have to break
Cause so many of you out there are so damn fake
If ya aint know theyre no-one, cutthroats
Backstabbers, scheamin for banknotes
And all of you out there know what Im talkin bout
If you claim youre down then never sell-out
Never sell out, youknowhatimsayin?
You gotta stay down for yours
You know I want it, sure as Im ice-t
I make records for you, but this ones for me
You know what Im talkin bout out there
Theres ways to sell out left and right
But you aint got to do that
Theres things more important than money
Im talkin bout pride, Im talkin bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on your own two feet
Dont go out like no sucker
Stay down, youknowhatimsayin?
Peace
song performed by by Ice T
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I Just Cant See For Lookin
(robinson, stamford)
Maybe I talk too much,
Maybe Ive lost m touch.
I guess I dont know whats cookin
cause I just cant see for lookin.
Other boys have their chicks,
Two, three, four, five or six.
I dont seem to get a bookin
cause I just cant see for lookin.
Im kinda crazy,
Like a daisy
Up that well known tree, poor me.
Im sittin, hopin,
Horoscopin
Wont some sista take a chance with me?
Ive been around the town,
Everyone brings me down.
I give up hope, Im just a dope.
There aint no gals for hookin,
I just cant see for lookin.
~interlude~
Ive been around the town,
Everyone brings me down.
I give up hope, Im just a dope.
There aint no gals for hookin,
I just cant see for lookin...
No, just cant see for lookin...
No, no.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Dope Show
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow
We love in vain narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers to swim you have to swallow
Hate today, no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low and blow your mind, blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Make Hope Cure Dope
Fear not, for as you live
You have got a hope
Just keep away from dope
Even if life should take a dive
As you could perhaps find
Know this: life is not always kind
Fortune wise, you, it could despise
But still that's not so much a crime
There are others without a dime
Life is like a steep hill to climb
It can stretch your every limb
Even then, you must still keep hope
And remember there's a Saviour
He's Lord, in Him there's favour
With each soul He'll share love
He helps the helpless to cope
Then keep away from dope
And live your life with hope
Make hope cure dope.
poem by Clarence Prince
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The Ghetto
Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive
Chorus:
The ghetto
The ghetto
(talking bout the ghetto)
The ghetto
The ghetto
(funk funky ghetto)
Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day its the same
And its the same every night
I wouldnt shoot you bro but Id shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how Ill die
Only thing I know is how to survive
Theres only one rule in the real world
And thats to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then crime dont pay
Black man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so Im giving it back to the...
Chorus
So just peep the game and dont call it crap
Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, aint nothing changed
600 million on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eat
Dont look at me and dont ask me why
Mamas next door getting high
Even though shes got five mouths to feed
Shes rather spend her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him Id better help myself
Housing authority and the o.p.d.
All these guns just to handle me in the...
Chorus
Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like too $hort
Sell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and thats all they know
Didnt teach him in school now hes slangin dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
All day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life youll be throwing up
Like me, but you dont see
Ten years from now, where will you be?
Chorus
So much game in a too $hort rap
Blacks cant be white and whites cant be black
Why you wanna act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be yourself
Were all the same color underneath
Short dogs in the house youd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in check
Cause when youre ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you dont listen its not my fault
Ill be getting paid while youll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
While me and my peoples try to get out
Chorus
song performed by by Too Short
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Neither 'Dope' Nor 'Sick
Too much of today's nonsense,
I carried on my heart and this had to be confronted.
It had to stop from where it started.
Although many 'ifs' I had a lot!
And those big lip kids on my block...
You know the ones,
That taunt their parents, the elders AND the cops...
Would look at me when I spoke to them.
As if I was a fossil that had rotted!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
I remember when dope made one loopy.
And sick meant ill.
Today these kids say 'dope' to mean 'hip'.
And being 'sick' to them puts things,
On the top of their list.
To agitate...
That's all that is!
'Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Drop poppa.
He too old.
The words he say are from a tired soul...
And he molded.
Drop poppa from the mix.
He's neither 'dope' nor 'sick'.
Ignore that old man quick! '
And today,
One either ages gracefully...
Or become so crazed,
Their days ar spent being fed in cages.
Or in some locked up room to gloom.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am kicked to the curb.
Drop poppa?
Oh it's okay if I am ignored,
And left with a peace of mind I deserve.
~That's the point of wanting you all away from me.
And pull up those pants.
You look as if you're in need of a diaper change! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dope never helped anybody sing better or play music better or do anything better. All dope can do for you is kill you - and kill you the long, slow, hard way.
quote by Billie Holiday
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The Wraith
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Always uninvited/ off/unrespected, sometimes he creeps other times hes expected/He hangs out in bad neighborhoods up at the park/he will strike in broad daylight but prefers the dark/Three little kids caught inside a burning home/hell just sit there and wait for em/leave em alone!/As sure as were alive today and death is inevitable/hes waitin there watching through the eyes of a crow/fo sho/I know/yo.
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): Death is always at a time. Dont bother trying to run and hide. Take his hand cross to the other side (Step to the other side).
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: Freeway intersections when the bars close, he loves em/Blew out traffic lights?/He hovers above em/And he loves the mother out of crackheads and heroin/rehab centers and caring mother always scaring him/Sharing them needles?/He encourages and raw sex. They got him working and steady collecting soul checks/Then again/What?/Nine times out of ten, I wish hed take me/Instead of some of these poor children we see/Im sayin/Skwoo/What?
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): Death is always at a time. No where to run. Dont bother trying to run and hide. No where to hide. Take his hand cross to the other side. Nothing to fear. Step to the other side! (Step to the other side)
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE: He remains nameless but we call him the Wraith/He is the 6th Jokers Card of the Dark Carnival faith/Thats it, now your clock is ticking, every second counts/and everything you do thats right or wrong, it all amounts/And whether you going to heaven or hell/he doesnt care/hes only here to give you the death touch/and send you there/Most people fear him/because they dont understand/that once he finally touches you with death eternity can begin/Thats what the Im talkin about/Lotus/What/Mother /yea yeah/Woop Woop/Hoe
VIOLENT J AND SHAGGS 2 DOPE (CHORUS): Death is always at a time. No where to run. Dont bother trying to run and hide. No where to hide. Take his hand cross to the other side. Nothing to fear. Step to the other side! (Step to the other side)
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Dont Stop
(chuck boom/a-tone)
Dont stop
Love me right
Dont stop doing what youre doing
The way you touch me makes me feel so good
Theres something about the way you love me
Boy you got me calling out your name
I love the way you love me baby
I can never run away from you
Give me all of your good love
Until I overflow
Dont stop
Dont stop
Love me right
Love me right
Kiss me any time you want to
Love with you is where I wanna be
Could we do what you do to me
I just cant get enough
Dont stop
Dont stop
Love me right
Love me right
I like what you do boy
(I like what you do boy)
You bring me so much joy
(so much joy)
So much that I cant get enough
(I cant get enough)
And I l-o-v-e you
Dont stop
Dont stop
Love me right
Love me right
The time that youre givin good
I like it a lot
It goes on and on
And you know it dont stop
As you relaxin max as I kick dope tracks
And yo its on like that
With the d-i-a-n-a ross
Yeah you cant touch the boss
coz baby got the bum love
And youre only one that Im thinking of
It dont stop
Dont stop
Dont stop
Love me right
Love me right
Dont stop
Dont stop
Love me right
Love me right
Dont stop
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Changes
Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
Im tired of bein poor and even worse Im black
My stomach hurts so Im lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga hes a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship em dope & let em deal the brothers
Give em guns step back watch em kill each other
Its time to fight back thats what huey said
2 shots in the dark now hueys dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other we gotta start makin changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
And thats how its supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if hes close to me?
Id love to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, and thats the way it is
[bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on thats just the way it is thingsll never be the same
Thats just the way it is aww yeah
[repeat]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, lets erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people theyll be acting right
cause both black and white is smokin crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent we aint ready, to see a black president, uhh
It aint a secret dont conceal the fact
The penitentiarys packed, and its filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin in the dope game
Now tell me whats a mother to do bein real dont appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
I made a g today but you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin crack to the kid. I gotta get paid,
Well hey, well thats the way it is
[bridge]
[talking:]
We gotta make a change...
Its time for us as a people to start makin some changes.
Lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live
And lets change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasnt working so its on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes cant a brother get a little peace
Its war on the streets & the war in the middle east
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I aint never did a crime I aint have to do
But now Im back with the blacks givin it back to you
Dont let em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they cant touch this
I dont trust this when they try to rush I bust this
Thats the sound of my tool you say it aint cool my mama didnt raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back
cause I always got to worry bout the pay backs
Some buck that I roughed up way back comin back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat thats the way it is uhh
[bridge til fade]
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Living
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Living
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla Ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Sister
Youve always told me
If I ever wanna live
If I find a better girl
Someone who lets me breathe
That you wouldnt stand in my way
Oh girl, I never meant to break your heart
I, I promise you
I didnt know, oh no
She was your sister
Sister
What could I do
She is so dope, oh yeah
I couldnt resist her
Your little sister
And who wouldve thought
Shes really that young
Unlike you, kisses good with her tongue
Oh please dont stand in my way
I guess it really doesnt matter if
If I break your heart
I, I promise you
I didnt know, oh no
She was your sister
Sister
What could I do
She is so dope, oh yeah
I couldnt resist her
Your little sister
How, oh how could I know
How could he know
How could he know
How
I really, really didnt know
I, I promise you
I didnt know, oh no
She was your sister
Sister
What could I do
She is so dope, oh yeah
I couldnt resist her
Your little sister
I, I promise you
I didnt know, oh no
She was your sister
Sister
What could I do
She is so dope, oh yeah
I couldnt resist her
Your little sister
What? how old is she anyway?
Sister...
song performed by by 2gether
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Eazy-er Said Than Dunn
[Dre]
Yo man I don't think they heard you
why don't you tell 'em what ya name is.
[Eazy-E]
My name is Eazy yeah this is true
keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
hardcore yo I could never be soft
askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
and if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again
my name is Eazy or just call me E
but It doesn't really matter to me
cause I'm the same person
whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
this is for the radio so I better chill
they won't play it if I co get ill
but I'm like that and thats an actually fact
because the street is where my heart is at
yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
but I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
if the rhyme I'm dispayin'
and the beat thats playin'
yo you could try all day
and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.
cause Eazy's doin it Compton style
thats the city and you say you could get some
yo it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.
[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!
[Eazy-E]
Now it's easy for me to get my point across
so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
and I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma now thats drama
so pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
with the glare
but you don't need no glasses to stare
it'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
with the E on the gangsta tip
so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
cause I'm a destroyer
my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
dope mc employer on Ruthless and thats my label
to get the money
song performed by by Eazy-E from Eazy-Duz-It
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You Played Yourself
Verse 1
This is it, dope from the fly kid
The ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers youve lost cos players youre not, gangstas you aint
Youre faintin, punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
High roller, dead pres folder
Is cold lampin like a black king on a throne
Evil e...turn up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the rollin tape
Another album to make? great
Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit
And ride the track like a black mack in his lac
Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
And kick game the way it should be done
How you gonna drop science? youre dumb
Stupid ignorant, dont even talk to me
At school you dropped math, science and history
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
To perpetrate, youre bait, so just wait
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet boogie down or chuck d
Stetsasonic or the big daddy
And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
Howd you get into this spot?
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...
Verse 2
Im no authority but I know the d-e-a-l
When it comes to dealin with the females
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker and theyll break you with speed
But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin moneys what Im talkin about
But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
Call her up, phones off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
You cant buy no relationship
You played yourself...
Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...
Verse 3
Im in the mc game, a lot of mcs front
And for the money theyre sell out stunts
But they claim that theyre rich and that they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten this out fast
Two hundred thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin bout gold?
You better double that, then double that again
And still dont get sooped, my friend
You think youve made it, youre just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
But you diss em cos you think youre a star
That attitude is rude, you wont get far
Cos theyll turn on you quick, youll drop like a brick
Unemployments where youll sit
No friends cos you dissed em too
No money, no crew, youre through
You played yourself...
Thats right, you played yourself...
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...
Verse 4
You got problems, you claim you need a break
But every dollar you get you take
Straight to the dopeman, try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up
Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sleep you count five-os
Lyin and cheatin, everybody youre beatin
Dirty clothes and youre skinny cos you havent been eatin
You ripped off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your larceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery...smooth
But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldnt get away, the cops roll, youre popped
And now youre locked, yo, lampin on death row
Societys fault? no
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? fool.
You played yourself...
You played yourself...
Aint nobody elses fault, you played yourself.
song performed by by Ice T
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Livin
Here it is, a dope hit
Iceman comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went multi-platinum
Now Im gonna blast em in the head till theyre dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but Im no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over pop goes the weasel
Was a big fl-fl-flop flop
Brothers didnt like your record 'cause it wasnt hip hop hop
But this aint a dis 'cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it aint even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
Chorus
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Why is that I disperse
Why does God shun
Why does my man try to run my actions
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Its my living condition
Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and torn
To my tomb
Im wicked as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks with one lick
Chorus
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
No one will stop me
You dont get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the mans down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you aint nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the valley of sin
I walk with all you - my friends
Produced by ross robinson
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Phunky Rhymes
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.
Bmi.
Drums: steve williams
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot em out like an arrow.
Swoopin on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
Im walkin a wide path.
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin on stage with funky hip hop apparel.
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro.
Its like lookin down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max.
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An I hope that youre prepared so,
Give it up smooth cuz the ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an vanillsa gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - loc.
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies,
An ya know I got funky rhymes.
I got the rhymes thats pumpin
Keeps the jeeps bumpin
Sounds thats thumpin
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin all the big beats
My albumss on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how its done - see
Doin it for my fnas g
Doin it for dallas an everybody in miami
Thought I was down with luke
No but heres the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya cant even pay your group
Well man thats straight wacked!
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies
An ya know I got funky rhymes
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Phunky Rhymes
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.
Bmi.
Drums: steve williams
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot em out like an arrow.
Swoopin on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
Im walkin a wide path.
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin on stage with funky hip hop apparel.
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro.
Its like lookin down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max.
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An I hope that youre prepared so,
Give it up smooth cuz the ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an vanillsa gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - loc.
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies,
An ya know I got funky rhymes.
I got the rhymes thats pumpin
Keeps the jeeps bumpin
Sounds thats thumpin
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin all the big beats
My albumss on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how its done - see
Doin it for my fnas g
Doin it for dallas an everybody in miami
Thought I was down with luke
No but heres the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya cant even pay your group
Well man thats straight wacked!
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies
An ya know I got funky rhymes
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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