Phat ('N' All Dat)
(phat phat..)
Chorus: onyx
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
Were phat n alla dat!
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
Were phat n alla dat!
[fredro starr]
Its the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof Ive been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh I got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss em when I be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat?phat da-dat da dah-dah, huh
Rat-a-tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know youre breakin on the phat tracks were makin
So sonee seeza, youre next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat!
Chorus
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sonee seeza]
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazys place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a re-run, but its fatter than (? ? )
Im rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with sasquatch
Im here to let you know, onyx wont lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamond; Im a hard black kid
Move me think youre schemin to get the semen out my
Cock-a-doodle-doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough?Im callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you aint tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) I got it
But first just purchase my joint, you cant be without it
Its p (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sticky fingaz]
Every ten years, they unleash phat sound
Well its time for sticky fingaz, gods gift to the underground
For cryin out loud, its enough youre makin sick and i
Wants revenge can I die for my music?
You dont understand, I worship hardcore
They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door
And if you think thats a bluff, then you got me all wrong son
Gettin phat like this is easier said than done
Raise up, rise and shine!
I woke up on wrong side of the bed this time
Now its time to get phat, n all of dat!!
(the phat rap scripts tips scales go longer than endless trials
Play my part, stay sharp as darts and nails)
Ahhh shut the hell up (chill) and dont hold me back, black
Im ? ? my own freestyle Im ready to rip the track
Onyx is back, so phat we need slim fast
(with the boom, check the boom, check the boom body bash!!)
Chorus
song performed by by Onyx
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Phat
(phat phat..)
Chorus: onyx
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!
[fredro starr]
It's the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof i've been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh i got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss 'em when i be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat? phat da-dat da dah-dah, huh
Rat-a-tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know you're breakin on the phat tracks we're makin
So sonee seeza, you're next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat!
Chorus
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sonee seeza]
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazy's place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a re-run, but it's fatter than (??)
I'm rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with sasquatch
I'm here to let you know, onyx won't lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamond; i'm a hard black kid
Move me think you're schemin to get the semen out my
Cock-a-doodle-doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough? i'm callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you ain't tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) i got it
But first just purchase my joint, you can't be without it
It's p (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sticky fingaz]
Every ten years, they unleash phat sound
Well it's time for sticky fingaz, god's gift to the underground
For cryin out loud, it's enough you're makin sick and i
Wants revenge can i die for my music?
You don't understand, i worship hardcore
They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door
And if you think that's a bluff, then you got me all wrong son
Gettin phat like this is easier said than done
Raise up, rise and shine!
I woke up on wrong side of the bed this time
Now it's time to get phat, 'n' all of dat!!
(the phat rap scripts tips scales go longer than endless trials
Play my part, stay sharp as darts and nails)
Ahhh shut the hell up (chill) and don't hold me back, black
I'm ?? my own freestyle i'm ready to rip the track
Onyx is back, so phat we need slim fast
(with the boom, check the boom, check the boom body bash!!)
Chorus
song performed by by Onyx
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Feel Good
And just like that, we comes with the phat
And just like that, we comes with the phat
Crazy molecular structure that acts on that ass
Like U know it's supposed 2
Movin' more booties than a bull run past U
Leavin' U with a brand new state of mind
And by the time U figure it out, U wanna shout
All your inhibitions U go'n do without
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - And just like that, we come phat
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - And just like flow, now U know
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - And just like this, U get a kiss
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - I gotsta feel good, feel good
And just like flow, now U know
Talkin' another 10 million every time they want this flow
And it's good 2 go
Cuz I don't check 4 critics if they checkin' 4 my ego
So come 2 the show
And bring your tape recorder cuz U oughta have a copy of the
Yo, wait a minute no!
In 1999 I'll be free, so
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - Just like that, we comes phat
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - And just like flow, now U know
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - Just like this, U get a kiss
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - I gotsta feel good, huh, feel good
Feel good {x2}
Don't U wanna feel good?
And just like this, U get a kiss
And I got plenty others if U're on my list
Santa get U all wet 'cept he's using snow
I can make U slippery with the icicle, oh
Check it out, check it out, check it out, we should go
Down the main street of personality, baby
I'll give U an ultimatum 4 a definite maybe
But what I much rather know
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - And just like that, we comes phat
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - And just like flow, now U know
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - Just like this, U get a kiss
(Don't U wanna feel good?) - I gotsta feel good, huh, feel good
(Don't U wanna feel good?) {repeat in BG}
Feel good
Don't U hear me, baby, talkin' about the feel good?
Yeah, yeah, mm
Now wait a minute
(Don't U, don't U, don't, don't U wanna feel good?)
U won't get cussed out, U won't get beat (Feel good)
U can save your money and the sheet
I'm just here 2 let U know, baby
Anytime U wanna go
We can come phat (Don't U wanna?)
Part 2
song performed by by Prince
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Miasma
Eyes wide open…
But truly closed…
As to life in the…
Real world…
Seeing only that which…
Shine…
Shame on you…
You heard what your…
Mother said…
Your father and other…
Elders…
Yet…you see not…
An unwholesome atmosphere…
For which you run wild…
Looking …
Right at what is going wrong…
In your life…
Not even thinking twice…
It’s boy this…
Or boy that…
Not concerned with getting phat…
Mom is talking…
You are walking…
One foot out of the door…
Your other foot never reaching…
The floor…
Ear plugged to the phone…
It’s on…
Breathing back to back…
Talking on the fast track…
Boy this…
And boy that…
No worry of becoming phat…
Imagine that…
Some would like to lay claim., .
To the getting phat fame…
Mostly hood dames…
You know…
Those who come and go…
Like Satan in the bible…
Going to and fro…
Eyes wide open…
Hoping you have a demarcation line…
Which would surely be fine…
For you at this time…
Whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Hush Now
Boy we've been talking
'Bout this and that
I like it fine but
I love the strife
Here's my suggestion
Don't need no words
Get on your feet and if you see
Breathe deep and follow me
I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Oh oh
Oh oh
So no talk but baby
Don't take offense
'Cos we're on the same vibe
Boy when we dance
Your body language
No need for words
You'll do me good
And it's understood
I feel your need
I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Touch down
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dancefloor
Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dancefloor
Whoa
I wanna see you working what you got
'Cos that's how I like it
That's how I wanna last it on and on
Are you ready or not?
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Touch down
Zip it
Don't stop moving your body on the dancefloor
(Move your body on the dancefloor)
Flip it
Rock that so phat
You're shaking on the dancefloor
Now dip it
Feel your base bass
You move across the dancefloor
Zip it
'Cos that ain't what you came here for
Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dancefloor
Hush now
Zip it
Flip it
Rock it
Let me hit it
On the dancefloor
song performed by by Holly Valance from Footprints
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Bump It
Phat Beats
Phat Drums
Phat Beats
Phat Beats
(Tongue roll) stick 'em
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
[Chorus]
Push up the fader
Bust the meter
Shake the tweeter
Bump it --- Well Well Well
Bump it - Well Well (4x)
[Verse 1]
You know I love it when they play my beat real loud
Because it moves the band and then it moves the crowd
You know I love it when they play my sh-t sky high
It puts me in a daze
[Bridge]
And oh--oh--oh--oh
Ooh baby before you bump it
Won't you shake it just a little for me
Oh--oh--oh--oh
Wait a minute for you buss it
Won't you roll a lickle something for me
And oh--oh--oh--oh
Ooh baby before you bump it
Won't you shake it just a little for me
Oh--oh--oh--oh
Wait a minute for you bump it
Won't you shake it for me, shake it for me
[Chorus]
Push up the fader
Bust the meter
Shake the tweeter
Bump it --- Well Well Well
Bump it - Well Well(2x)
[Verse 2]
You know I love it when they play my beat real loud
Because it moves the band and then it moves the crowd
You know I love it when they play my sh-t sky high, high, hiiigh, high
[Bridge]
Oh, Oh, oh--oh--oh--oh
Ooh baby before you bump it
Can you roll a lickle for me
Oh--oh--oh--oh
Wait a minute for you buss it
Won't you shake it just little for me
And oh--oh--oh--oh
Ooh baby before you bump it
Can roll a lickle something for me
Oh--oh--oh--oh
Wait a minute for you bump it
Won't you shake it for me, shake it for me
[Chorus]
Push up the fader
Bust the meter
Shake the tweeter
Bump it --- Well Well Well
Bump it - Well Well(4x)
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
African beats and nature sound effects until end
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Now
Now!
(freaks on the floor) {repeats in bg during chorus)
1 2, 1 2
Light up another one dude
Chorus:
Now! (1 2 3 4, come on, come on, freaks on the floor)
(go go yeah) (now) (go go yeah)
Now! (1 2 3 4, come on, come on, freaks on the floor)
(go go yeah) (now) (go go yeah)
1 2, 1 2, 94
Im on the set, freaks on the floor
Dont worry about my name, its 2 long 2 remember
I could tell u now but wed be here til next september
3, it be like that, see?
This aint about the trippers trippin like they know they be
This aint about this, that, what, where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they wanna do now!
Chorus {x2}
What u wantin 2 say? (get funky)
What u wanna play? (get funky)
3 4, 3 4, 99
She the new hero cuz shes so divine
Unaffected by the system, shed rather die
Than write a rap 4 some big booty heifer gettin by
On that booty, instead of doin duty
Aspire 2 be higher, I admire so I fire
Cuz its flyer 2 be hungry than phat
Take it from this sista, yall take it from that
Its flyer 2 be hungry than phat
The ride up front is better when uve been in the back
Thats a fact
This aint about this yall, it aint about that
This aint about the booty movin pumpin the max
This aint about this, that, what, where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they wanna do now!
Chorus {x2}
What u gonna say? (get funky)
Now u wanna play? (get funky)
40, 45, snakes alive
Say one thing, do another, its time
We chill on that
Nah, I dont need a gat
Id rather see yourself checkin ass up 2 bat 4 another swing
Anybody can sing
Theres more 2 genius than the word my sister anything I would bring
Or would u rather dine alone?
If u change your mind, u can reach me on your video phone
Its a dime, as in dollars and thats my 2 bloody cents
This aint about this, that, what, where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they wanna do now!
Chorus {x2}
What u come 2 say? (get funky {x2})
Come on, now how u wanna play? (get funky {x2})
Band!
(now)
67, 67
Freaks dance like they in heaven
Dj dont stop the music, dj dont stop the music
Fill us with de dope track, lick us, twist us, roll us in your mouth
Light us up and take a hit, light us up and take a hit
Mmm, suck us til were dry
And when were lookin like a roach, hit the lights
Before u say goodnight though
Lets make a toast yo
This aint about this, that, what, where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they wanna do now!
Now! {x7}
(chorus) (get funky {x4})
(freaks on the floor) (now) {x3}
(get funky) {x3}
(now)
Now!
song performed by by Prince
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When the Shit Goes Down
Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac
still got my homies to watch my back
and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat
thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
a hollow point shell's hard ta swallow
why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust
bring ya ass on
song performed by by Cypress Hill from Black Sunday
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Newpower Soul
2 the darkness - let there be light
2 the soundman - turn up my voice real tight
2 the n.p.g. - if u in this mother, scream
Show me how u all get down - 1 2 3, come on
Get freaky, let the head bob {x2}
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul
Get freaky, let the head bob {x2} (come on, come on)
Itll make u feel much better - come on, baby, lets go!
Every while in a great once there comes 2 town a show
That lives up 2 all your funkspectation no matter how high or low
A reason 2 get your freak on in a way u never freaked before
Newpower soul lay claim 2 the booty - come on, lets go
(lemme see u get down)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (come on, come on)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul
(lemme see u get down)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob {x2} (come on, come on)
Itll make u feel much better - come on, baby, lets go!
Every while in a day twice funky matters in our ear
As long as we keep our love strong, well never shed no tears
The brothas be threatenin 2 jump off buildings, newpowers what
They fear
Love 4 one another risin, newpower soul is here
(lemme see u get down)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (come on)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul (come
2gether)
(lemme see u get down)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (come on, come on)
Itll make u feel much better (feel better) - come on, baby, lets go!
Newpower soul
(we should all) {repeat sample}
Gemini rising on the 7th day
Makin mad sex, until ure in my arms, ok?
Cuz when u love somebody like that, its cool
U gots no need 4 the shoo-bed-ooh-bed-ooh
The good life, yeah, well be livin
Pushin up on every freak this side of heaven
Come on, come on, shake it, come on
U know I bes the one with the funky music, hon
And Im layin phat claims 2 the booty
Phat claims 2 the newpower booty
Keepin the crowd movin, yall, is my one and only duty, ooh wee!
With the newpower soul
Right on
We should all
We, we should all
Every while in the day 3 times my brother hit me on the one (get
Freaky)
Abuse like thatll either make u funky or make u wanna buy a gun
(we, we should all)
Id much rather get my freak on and make u if I can
Newpower soul lay claim 2 the booty - come on girl, lets jam!
Get freaky, let your head bob (get freaky, let your head bob)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul (come
2gether)
Come on, get your freak on
Itll make u feel much better - come on, baby, lets go!
(lemme see u get down)
Oh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on horns, freak on
Yeah (we should all come 2gether)
Right on
Everybodys coming 2 the newpower soul
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (yeah)
(lemme see u get down)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul (come on)
(2 the newpower soul)
Let the head bob
Get freaky, let the head bob (yeah, well come on)
(lemme see u get down)
We should all come 2gether 2 the newpower soul (come
2gether)
Right on
Lemme see u get down
Newpower soul
song performed by by Prince
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Slippin' Into Darkness (Feat. The Funky Aztecs)
yeah! ha ha yeah.... thats right!
the F.A's comin striaght from the wild wild west
look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce
Pop's on his fix, Mom's stuck on that crazy juice
went to school, It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh
Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh
What she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows
Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose
A bad ass broad running with the girl gang
just got some tat's,Talking all that girl slang.
first one to slap, because La vida dont matter
Wip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered
Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that
Beating up fools with a baseball bat
Started having sex at only 15
Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean
Got pregnant had a baby in December
she wont see the daddy till next September
Mom's and Pop's gave her the boot
Kicked her out La Casa, Now what Raza
with the money she got, She bought a spot of the block
Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out
and plus shes all smoked out,the base face
You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears
ofa life long cries.
They was headed for self destruction
Conjunction Junction,(hey Yo!) Whats your Function?
Her own kids gotta healp, cause they knew she was slippin'
took the devil away homegiiirl, You was Slippin'.
CHORUS:
Slipping into Darkness
When you slip you trip and fall
Slipping into Darkness
Ain't no sense to give ya'll no love at all
They say we're slipping, as a whole one race
So, what we gonna choose, Don't want the blues
I turn to the news and what do I see
(merciless)"Everybody in the world ready to D. I. E."
We got blacks against blacks, browns against browns
whites against whites,from governments to undergrounds
So, Peep the soundas it bumps through your stereo
Ear to your brain now check out the scenerio
Cali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods
Pesadillas(nightmares)Crips and Bloods
Hustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and Killas
O.G. , Macks, and the big Coca Dealers
We got homeboys who just like kicking it
and Vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it
(merciless) "You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat"
So get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat.
CHORUS X2
They wanna band me cause a brothas makin noise a lot
ill shoot they ass in a sec wit a poisin dart
they got me runnin down the street gettin hotter
runnin from the cops as i try to clock my glock
the war wont stop
thats why they wanna band the music
you ever notcie how the cops cant stand the music
see a black man coolin wit a mexican
we can all have peace, the sun sets again
they try to shove us in the pen
but we clown and we frown every time we hit the top ten
once again, its your friend outta oakland,hopin
to keep the hip hop clubs open
now we can lay back and let them close'm
or we can have beef and show that we control'em
now aint nobody gettin paid, its a damn shame
why gang bang brothas in the same gang?
they say securitys to blame, cause they lettin it off
brothas come to have fun but they settin it off
one time, make it worse when they sweat us
send an army of pigs to come get us
now im runnin outta time and im cool down with the aztecs
this is sorta like soul food
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Just Another Day...
Another day another dollar
Just another excuse to give
Just another white lie to say
Just another fiene
Who wants the goods
Now I got more money
More money to spend
To spend on the goods
The goods are a demand
A demand that the cops want
Want to get me for life
Hell naw they cant see me
I do my thang
While the 5-0 ride by
I get my money
As long as these fienes live
Then my pocket stays phat
Once in awhile a brave soul comes at me
But when they walk away
I take their soul and there pide
Why
Cause a girl jus gave them the business
Nobody wants it with me
I do what i have to do
Just to survive another day
Another day another dollar
poem by Ashley Olson
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Re-route for Love
It is said that people
Can't make you mad.
that was not said of granddad's.
Children who are lazy or just plain slow
Add fire to anger as they go.
Love prevails most of the time,
Keeping your anger from crime.
Do this! do that!
over and over...
While the children are getting phat,
From food that they never buy
And if you ask them....they ask why?
Makes a grown person want to cry.
Not doing...and they are not shy,
They rush up and out of bed...
Marching right pass what the parent
Has said.
Both hands out...
When either is filled they want to pout.
Then the parent wants to shout...
But the parent,
Remembering no one can make you mad...
Damn! being a real parent is so sad.
Do this! do that!
While they re-act as if they are a slave,
And all the while sending the parent to his or her grave.
They are only... ask to repeat a smalltask...
But inside they wonder why they are asked.
That is when the real parent stands tall
It is not the anger but the love of it all...
God gave us free will
And we know not to kill...
But to chill.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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The Beats Goes On
Flash…
Speeding…
An enlighten intellect…
Coming your way…
Look out!
Tracking her own as she go…
Asking you…
What you think you know…
About this…
What kind of love are you…
Trying to give me…
Serious or phat…
Games are good in sports…
I will cut you short…
If you can’t come correct…
I am no target…
But a bargain…
(TOP SHELF) …
The best of the best…
Not a contest…
Not a test…
But, the real deal…
Not, a third wheel…
You heel to that…
And I might just let…?
If you are thinking forlorn…
You best start thinking balance…
By no means…am I lost…
Concerning me and my well…
Being… is your best bet…
I am your queen…
Your dream…
Your every desire…
Not clay as for play…
But woman…
A molding of self…
Be with me…
Give me…
My just due…
Right…from you…
Not a want-to-be…
But I am…
W O M A N…
Steel, and silky…
Cold and warm…
Your place of rest…
Your shelter in a storm…
I am your warmth…
Not damaged goods…
But a person to be pampered…
Now and always…
I, I, I, AM…
Your Queen…
Respect that.
Whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Money In The Ghetto
Verse one:
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and to up cars
Wall to wall dirty on carpet
Sit in a buckethopin you can start it
And ride around to the liquor store
Cant get a job get drunk some more
You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes
Cause in the ghetto theres a good life
We aint starvin like marvin and wont see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens
Bought by the dope fiends
Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs
Save money and workin hard
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
I know a brother dat got some cocaine
Ya know his face but dont know his name
Ya know he got the sack man
And hes sittin on a phat bank
Sellin cars at his house in the driveway
Being so clean dont roll it just fly away
Cause folks got money in the ghetto
Yea you know
Chorus:
Hey hey hey
What cha got to say
(its money in the ghetto)
Hollywoooooood
Havin money in the ghettooo
Verse two:
Money in the ghetto aint nothin new
Its been like dat way before you
Was even born get up from the down stroke
Chocolate city for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to icebergs land
And all the playas that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get cha money
Cause what they do to black man aint funny
All the time tryin to put us the pen
You get parole and then they send ya again
All the homies in the hood gettin paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it aint all bout drugs
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff
Only rule on the street is dont get caught
Unless ya hustle aint breakin the law
And even though rich folks got it good
Were sittin on it phat in the hood
Im ridin dem gold ones
Smokin dank and its potent
Ask dem fools cause they know
Its money in the ghetto
-chorus-
Verse three:
I got money baby just tell me the price
Cause short dawg aint nuttin nice
I always hit the town wit my boy ben franklin
Spend fo get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high relaxin
And if I bust a ben frank get some andrew jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math lets make deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
Ya find the face of george washington
Make money baby dats all I do
Dats how I know thomas jefferson is on the two
Abraham lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves so they put him on the five
And how much in my old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
They are the dead presidents
From the hood and they represent
The american dream for the average monority
Make some money get some weed and a forty
Im on the east side livin like a king
Kick back watch a fifty inch screens
Bounce to the west and hit studio
And spend my money in the ghetto
-chorus-
song performed by by Too Short
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Phat
The word 'fat' is a term,
That 'skinny people' use,
Because they don't know what else to say,
When they see a 'fat person.'
No one has to be so rude about it,
When they see a 'fat person' eating ice cream,
Or sitting around watching others,
But some 'skinny people' don't understand to just dropp a conversation.
The word 'rude' is what 'fat people' use when someone makes fun of them,
'Fat people' are all over the world,
And yet - 'skinny people' don't want to accept the fact that 'fat people' are in this cruel world,
So some 'skinny people' have to act like they're all that and be mean to others.
There are people in this world that are 'low class' and are different from the people in the 'higher class, '
Because some people in the 'lower class' goes into depression and eat,
Because of the events happening in their life,
And so they become 'fat.'
But what 'skinny people' explain,
Is that they are slobs and can't eat normal instead of shoving food down their throat,
But what 'fat people' explain,
Is that they try to lose weight, but some of them can't because it's hard.
'Skinny people' make fun of them and 'fat people' let them,
Because some 'skinny people' don't know how it feels like to be 'fat, '
And some 'skinny people' call 'fat people' ugly and of course 'fat, '
But what 'skinny people' don't know is that we all are phat.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Boom
Yo bloodhound gang and rob van winkle together on this track
Stop as we drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Heavy like a tyson blow to the dome
Back up son give me room give me room
To set it off like this dont give it up
Im all up in you till you just cant get enough
Real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath its for real Im gonna get mine
Roll up on you like eastwood
Blowing up fifteens as Im riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
Im in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
In your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When youre rolling through the hood you want use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So check the e.q. and let them speakers hum
And gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Round one round two knock out
Straight to your head like my round never lights out
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
Jimmy jimmy yall jimmy damn jimmy yea
Gimme the mic rob so I can take it away
Got more lines than the welfare office
Are you upset youll never get to be as clever as this?
Spreadin quicker than your mom have a feel but dont cop it
Yea I stole your beat but thats cause you dropped it
Crude as oil unrefined but slick
Im gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
Cause my name aint quasimodo but I still got a hunch
That like the jim jones cult Ill take you out with one punch
Youre spiro agnew and Im the dick you answer to
Your sweating like a watermelon at a baptist bar-b-que
Sneaking up like celery yeah Im stalking
I squeak like stephen hawkins yeah but Im walkin
Nose to ground so this bloodhound will sniff and follow it
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
Screaming like a mimi when you see me coming near you
Like a kenny loggins record no ones ever gonna hear you
Like a game of hide and seek its all over if I see ya
Cause your yellower than tinkle and youll be running like diarrhea
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
These lyrics were stripped of their dignity from the bloodhound gang website because thats the bloodhound gang way, rock on.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Girlzilla
Baby Girl, Glamour Girl, Strawberry Girl struts
Candy Girl, Sexy Girl, Bossy Girl fuss
Gansta Girl, Dream Girl, Independent Girl shops
Virtuous Girl, Glitter Girl, Hot Girl pops
Cover Girl, Naughty Girl, Jazzy Girl sings
Phat Girl, Ghetto Girl, Bling Girl blings
Sassy Girl, Cool Girl, Girly Girl rocks
Mama's Girl, Daddy's Girl, Wild Girl stocks
Strong Girl, Sister Girl, Church Girl preach
Flower Girl, Black Girl, American Girl reach
Thick Girl, School Girl, Smart Girl moves
Bad Girl, Spoiled Girl, Bitchy Girl grooves
God's Girl, Quiet Girl, Sweet Girl blessed
Beautiful Girl, Young Girl, Talented Girl impressed
Prom Girl, City Girl, Business Girl works
Play Girl, Outgoing Girl, Dance Girl tworks
Lavish Girl, Promiscuous Girl, Anonymous Girl rolls
Country Girl, Island Girl, Bobby V's Girl controls
poem by Top Notch Glamorous Thick Chick
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Cant Hang
(feat. mc lyte)
Intro by jd:
Lets get down
Lets get down
Verse one (kandi):
You claim youve been waiting,
With no game, just anticipating,
How it would be if you and I were in the sack
But to me you look like you wouldnt know how to act
Bridge (latocha):
I need someone to hold me,
All night long.
It must be you my darling,
Am I wrong.
It aint a damn thing baby,
Show me what you can bring,
Cause some try to swang but they still cant hang.
Chorus:
You and me lets get down,
Even though you claim that youve been around,
I betcha cant hang,
I betcha cant hang.
(repeat x2)
Verse two (kandi):
You claim you can do this, this and that,
Aint no shame in my game,
If its wack I gotta tell you that.
So you betta be up on your down stroke,
You gotta know how to keep this boat afloat,
Cause in my mind I think your gonna slip baby.
Repeat break and chorus
Rap by mc lyte:
You talk a lot of this and you talk a lot of that,
Is it all fact brotha man are you phat?
Cause if its on the real I come with mad sex appeal,
Flip light delicious, you know the deal.
Hey thats me, I be the slick,
The one with the physique,
I freak you in the sheets.
I take a nigga deep down under,
I make him wonder,
How to make the lighting come before the thunder.
Thats the pleasure I bring,
I make a nigga get up and sing,
Tinga linga ling ling.
I got the pow, da boogie and the bang bang
You cant hang dont talk da game
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Xscape
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cant Hang
(feat. mc lyte)
Intro by jd:
Lets get down
Lets get down
Verse one (kandi):
You claim youve been waiting,
With no game, just anticipating,
How it would be if you and I were in the sack
But to me you look like you wouldnt know how to act
Bridge (latocha):
I need someone to hold me,
All night long.
It must be you my darling,
Am I wrong.
It aint a damn thing baby,
Show me what you can bring,
Cause some try to swang but they still cant hang.
Chorus:
You and me lets get down,
Even though you claim that youve been around,
I betcha cant hang,
I betcha cant hang.
(repeat x2)
Verse two (kandi):
You claim you can do this, this and that,
Aint no shame in my game,
If its wack I gotta tell you that.
So you betta be up on your down stroke,
You gotta know how to keep this boat afloat,
Cause in my mind I think your gonna slip baby.
Repeat break and chorus
Rap by mc lyte:
You talk a lot of this and you talk a lot of that,
Is it all fact brotha man are you phat?
Cause if its on the real I come with mad sex appeal,
Flip light delicious, you know the deal.
Hey thats me, I be the slick,
The one with the physique,
I freak you in the sheets.
I take a nigga deep down under,
I make him wonder,
How to make the lighting come before the thunder.
Thats the pleasure I bring,
I make a nigga get up and sing,
Tinga linga ling ling.
I got the pow, da boogie and the bang bang
You cant hang dont talk da game
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Xscape
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Boom
Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track
Stop as we drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another Vietnam
Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome
Back up son give me room give me room
To set it off like this don't give it up
I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
Real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine
Roll up on you like Eastwood
Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like Parkay
Real smooth with flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
I'm in your Jeep Grand Cherokee or Land Cruiser
When you're rolling through the hood you want to use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum
And gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Round one round two knockout
Straight to your head my round never lights out
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea
Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away
Got more lines than the welfare office
Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this?
Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it
Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it
Crude as oil unrefined but slick
I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch
That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch
You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to
You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-cue
Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking
I squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin'
Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you
Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you
Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya
Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
song performed by by Bloodhound Gang from One Fierce Beer Coaster
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rich & Famous
This is the rags to riches story
Of the insane clown posse
Mancow made us rich and famous
Whole world hate us, mancow played us
Now look at us, platinum status
We owe it all to mancow
Ive violent j and Im rich like rush limbaugh is fat imagine that
First, mancow put us on the air
And everybody jumped on our wagons right there
Mancows been down with the clown
Since kurt cobains head was still around
I wont forget how I made my bread
Cause I remember we was like john denver, hehe...dead
Back then I thought I was the bomb
I couldnt even sell a tape to my own mom
I was broke, dinner was grain and rye
Now I sit with chilled faygo in a phat ride
And at shows I sold out nightly
On top of that I think erma likes me
Mickey mouse we aint goin no place
So bitch get used to my ugly face, cmon
Shaggs 2 dope and Im a high school drop out
Convicted felon, I dont mind tellin
You hear my lyrics and you hate my guts
But I got a million bucks and you dont
I dont even make sense when I rap
Bllll skkkee skkkaaa how you like that?
Soon as mancow hit the switch
Next thing you know we got rich, uhh
Mancow made us rich and famous
Whole world hate us, mancow played us
Now look at us, platinum status
We owe it all to mancow
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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