Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Lyrics of Da Journee

Da Journee

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Hahahahahahaaaa!
Come with us
Come take the elevator shift six billion feet beneath
Where the Def Squad dwells
Where your dreams and imaginations is only
Loose change in a motherfucker's pockets
This is Dr. trevis coming to you live from WFDS
We're From the DarkSide radio
Niggaz better get your flashlights
'Cause it's pitchblack!

I travel the Milky Ways and the stars of the Gods
Then return six billion feet beneath to get cigars
My lyrical format sounds off like gun claps
Underground, where you need flashlights and hard hats
My mind is ten levels deeper than Jacob's Ladder
Batter the paragraph, after your gall bladder will shatter
Nyphomaniac on track when I Flex like Funkmaster
Flex you can bet I'm not playing with a full deck!
I go far beyond acting hard and pullin' triggers
I just want to die and come back as the Nile on the river
Zone until I figured, how to wake up in the morning
And the corners of my mouth be like foamin' when I'm open
Y'all neighborhood roughnecks, I cause a threat
My silhouette, who pack smacks niggaz just like Treach
Comin' through comin' through, put your hands on your handfun
'Cause I'm crazy off that chronic from my man grandson
I shoot to kill, puff blunts in Hooterville
I be murderin' MC's from up here to Urbantown
I sweat dark, when I get off my shit ock
Yoyoyo that's that's E and them!
Yo word up? Yo what's going on?
Yo chill chill chill chill

Lyrics of Bone Thugs-n-Harmony - Da Introduction

Da Introduction

Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards (shatasha): it's the thuggish ruggish bone . . .
Eazy-e: eternal. eternal. eternal . . .
St. clair, niggas [niggas, niggas].
[laughing. scream. thunder.]
Backwards (bizzy): gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow. the bone in
Me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. so, sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then
Slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. 'member to test nuts . . .
[explosion.]
Buck! buck! buck! buck!
[laughing.]
Right back at your muthafuckin' ass comes those real true thugs staight of the double glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin'
Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas. you better tell me what's real,
Bitch. takin' over shit in the nine five, i bring to you the one and only, bone thugs-n-harmony.
Nigga, this st. clair [this st. clair, this st. clair].

Layzie:
Yeah, nigga.
Krayzie:
Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.
Bizzy:
Nigga be all about that llello bankroll. bet i make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but i beat up hoes, and i peel
'em and bang. gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good til dawn.
When i'm alone, and i'm dozin', bet i watch the door, then i won't be slippin', sleepin'. lovin' the thugs i bails with, but a trail
Of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven. twelve gauge and an ak-47 spray. lil' ripsta
Killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya. when i roll with realer niggas, pop, pop. drop to the
Sound, hit the ground, then i'm up to kill ya.

Krayzie:
Them st. clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when i dug them
Enemies deep in the mud. they drugged. i roll with them trues. snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fuc*** up. what's
Up with them shoes? ooh, they new. so we runnin' off with my dog's chucks. bust a left at the block. hey, what do ya
Know? oh, no, the po-po--they follow. copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto:
Me no surrender. gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and i swang to the ride, rollin' through the
Cut, hit ninety-five. peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mill, better not get caught for real. nigga, drop
That bill, or i pop my steel. ain't no competition, don't f*** with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we
Stickin' then lickin' them pockets. so drop that dollar, man. gotta holler, bang. fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts.
Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get (?) i'm a run and get a sack, and
Come choke, choke, choke.

Layzie:
Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off thai. my niggas
In the land got glocks for days on the nine-nine. but i kill 'em all, dog. bet layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on
Niggas, so what now? come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the f*** down. and i'm talkin' about niggas
That wanna contend with them thugstas. some niggas done fuc*** up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we
Never no bustas. never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in cleveland dwell. daily collectin' me
Mill, and i'll meet you in hell if all else fails. oh, well.

Krayzie:
Execution double nine style,
With layzie:
Steadily sendin' that body underground.

Lyrics of Da Ill Out

Da Ill Out

Featuring def squad

[erick sermon]
Yo reggie i'mout

[jamal]
T ree f squad
Muddy waters
Don't get it twisted... nigga

[redman]
Aiyyo everybody in this motherfuc*** will get touched
Fuck such and such i roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez that freak of the week like i made knee deep
Hold up! rotate around the solar badder than cobra
Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps folgers
I'm sauteein mc's with fried rice up in the wok
Without the msg and chopped celery
See, i made it, my flavor situated
From the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated
Plus, i'm thick like quakers on papers
Bodacious mc's get turned to lower cases
Lettering, and the medicine, that i'm swallowin
Get you hollerin, like marvin gaye when his father shot him
In the chest, i roll with two stacks of tecs
And mad niggaz and sess that i roll up in your rest
Uhh! mister fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd ass kick
When i'm blasted, my method magics get drastic
That you can't see with bifocals
Watchin mc's go up and down like stock brokers
I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk
That's rougher than jeans that gloria vander-bilt
I'm poppin mad shit, plus i can back it
Your man'll be like "yo, get that dust off yo' jacket"

[keith murray]
It ain't a test or quiz that my squad can't win
Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz
Y'all digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest
And i copycat kill the rest, with no method to my madness
Plus the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man, standin on the planet
Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin leech
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace
Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?
Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew
My directive, through where i live, is kinda primitive
See i get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give
Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master
Cast to the masses grabs the mic
Ten dollar rappers, is what l.o.d. goes after
To my squad, there's no matches, we bashes
Do photo flashes on all flavor s-classes
Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back
Tie you up, throw you in the act
A public figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger
Cause i gives a f*** about another nigga, word up

[jamal]
Muddy waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go
Drunk slow funk flow for reggie noble
Fuck with me doe, mally g doe it's not logic
Playin that big shit get broke down microscopic
Freak it back keep the track ringin, with the bassline
It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine
Face the nine i lace your spine with short fat pace
Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down
Now's the time here yeah

[erick sermon]
Clown where, pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not, we give a f***, lick a shot

[jamal]
Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelin
Playalistic, i mean is all that shit realistic
Play your cards god, black keep your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life, shit is trife

On these evil streets after dark
Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk
New day, this whole shit's twisted (is it man)
It's me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and mally g
Open your eyes to see, recognize who be a g
Hopin to ride in the, industry with e
The villain's had it cause ahead (word up yeah)
Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah)

[erick sermon]
Y'all know, uhh, yeah, muddy waters
We out for nine-seven, word up, peace

Lyrics of Junior Jack - Da hype

Da Hype

I´m flying again,
so good to pretend,
I´m in love with the end,
I just want to be your´s...

I´m flowing away,
so good to just play,
I´m in love with today,
only want to be your´s..
I just want to be your´s,
only want to be your´s....

You and me,
all there ever is,
You and me,
is anyone,
You and me,
lost in moderness,
You and me,
is everyone
is everyone...
is everyone....

I´m voting in you,
so good to be true,
I´m in love with you,
I just want to be your´s...
only want to be your´s....

I´m flying again,
so good to pretend,
I´m in love with the end,
I just want to be your´s...
only want to be your´s...
I just want to be your´s...
only want to be your´s...



I´m flying again,
so good to pretend,
I´m in love with the end,
I just want to be your´s...
only want to be your´s...
I just want to be your´s...
only want to be your´s...

Lyrics of The Offspring - Da Hui

Da Hui

I won't f*** with da hui
i won't f*** with da hui
i won't f*** with da hui
because da hui will f*** with me
I won't take off on da hui
i won't take off on da hui
i won't take off on da hui
because da hui will f*** with me
A haole with heart, that's all i'll ever be
'cause i'm not a part of the north shore society
stuck on the shoulder, that's where you'll find me
digging for scraps with the kooks in line!
I won't park next to da hui i won't park next to da hui i won't park next to da hui because i don't really feel comfortable
A haole with heart, that's all i'll ever be
'cause i'm not a part of the north shore royalty
stuck on the shoulder, i'm not complaining
digging for scraps i'm a kook in line!
A haole with heart, that's all i'll ever be
'cause i'm not a part of the north shore society
stuck on the shoulder, that's where you'll find me
digging for scraps with the kooks in line!
Don't f*** with da hui
don't f*** with da hui
don't f*** with da hui
because da hui will f*** with you!

Lyrics of Da Graveyard - Big L & Lord finesse And Jay-Z & Y.U.

Da Graveyard

It's the number one crew in the area

The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers
I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?
I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas
After you your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A Tec-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor



Now it's the dictator who's style is greater
It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell
So don't try to front troop
When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit
I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga
Not a role model I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan
So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP



It's the number one crew in the area, known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard

Yo I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit
I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip
So I can fill up this clip
And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette
And let 'em smoke the four fifth
Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry
It's time for motherfuckers to die
Because to me death is like sex
And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck
Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats
The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats
Cause the Microphone Nut's loose
And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose
From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids
For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids
These were the kids of the prison guards
Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard
One two everybody's through
The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit
Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious
I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger
Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer
Please show me where the crack is at
While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks
So I'm the one you should run from
Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun

The way I rock no way you could stop
I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone better hold ya own
Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none
And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one
Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill
So ladies step up I get around like a wheel
I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic
Bitches are screaming like Onyx
Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it
Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step
Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep
I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill

It's the number one crew in the area known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard

Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry
I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy
So mess around you'll be a dead man
I get hype tonight's the night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck
I'm lethal, eatin' people
Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal
So what cha want?
Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap
I'm leavin' caps in your back fool
I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop
A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped
I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes
Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up
I stick and move

And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose

Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked
Nigga we ghost man a punk?
I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose
I'm shootin' up like the west is
Fuck suggestions
I'll blow out a niggas intestines
Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last
One blast will put your ass in a body cast
And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec
Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect
Constantly comittin' grand larceny
Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me
Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck
His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck
So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?
I'm wanted for slayin' cops
Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops
But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit
Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit
I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast
If you die and come back I shoot your spirit
Now your ass is just a holy ghost
You tried to play me to the left
You better put a target on your head
Cause you're marked for death

Lyrics of Redman - Doc's Da Name - 14 - Da Goodness (feat. Busta Rhymes) [HQ Sound]

Da Goodness

featuring Busta Rhymes


[Redman]

Yo bless the steel step out dressed to kill

Spark the L \"Whattup Doc?\" What the deal?

Clock the squeal the MC overkill

Certified cylinders 35 mil'

Jumpin out planes Doc's Da Name

Cock the flame back to delete the pain

Hater IKSRFO don't Piscapo

Hit the safe for cake shoulda switched to coal

Nigga sneak a pound through custom drug hounds

Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums

Me and my man jumpin out Sedans

Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran

I, execute like wars in Beirut

Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe



The rhythm hit em without the venom in em

Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon

Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot

I been had a demo before \"Ridin' High\"

Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot

Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT

Bite off your ear for a souveneir

Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear

If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet

Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set


Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out

Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out

Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out

Black the fuck out, act the fuck out

Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)

Do you want to rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass

Do you want to get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass




Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on

Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all

Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn

Active frequency, trip the car alarm

Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make

Choose the date, today you hallucinate

Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes

Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero

Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough

Got your wife sayin, \"Not tonight, hello!\"

Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris

The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish

You need classes for practice to tap this

Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch

Hot potato, drop the data

Guard your Emancipation Proclimator

Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt

As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal

Brick City be the pros at wildin out

off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle

Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky

Crash in the V while we Master the P

I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage

Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha

Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed

Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!

Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline

Got impact like DJ Boo on \"Benjamins\"

Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland

Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, \"It's them again!\"


Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out

Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out

Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out

Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out

Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)

Do you want to rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass

Do you want to get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass


[Busta Rhymes]

Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you

or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too

Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe

Watchin this bitch while she already know what she want to do

She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone

The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone

c'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out

Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out

Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly

The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly

Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass

Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!

Baby just hold a second and give me a chance

Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance

Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out

Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out


[Redman]

Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out

Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out

Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out

Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out

Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass (2X)

Do you want to rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass

Do you want to get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass


Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass

Do you want to get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass

Do you want to rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass

Do you want to drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass


Stinkin ass

Stinkin ass

Stinkin ass

Stinkin ass!

Lyrics of Da Funk- Timbaland

Da Funk

Uh Check out the flava
I got you strung out like Kayta
Catch me on ???
Just can not fate her
Later for all you whack MC's
Claim to be my friend
But really my enemy (me me me)
Why you want to mess with me
Cus I got Mentalor
I'll mess you up like that lady in Mallas
that's childish
Cus I'm on another level
Uh universal cology on the f in devel
Uh bring the shovel
Cus I'm bout to dig your grave
Not a lady but I call Mad Rage
On stage
Stick of you like ..... Dan Cage
Cus I'm doin this my way
(Chorus):
I don't know
You been told
About that funk
Bass control
Dat Funk baby dat funk
Dat Funk baby dat funk
(repeat)
Magoo what's up my *nigga*
Do you want this girl with this fine figure
Get with her
After that then we trick her
Then get her drunk off the Thunderbird Liquor
Then video tape her like that man did on Slipper
If she acts up dismiss her (what what what)
I hope she don't think we acting hard
Cus we in with the mayor and that big boy Sarge
Ain't that large
They will say it will be that
With Timberland and that Maganoo sound now
You must go through initiation
Bad situation
Like a brother on a plantation
Time is wasting
Catch me on location
on your funky radio station
Da Funk Da Funk
(repeating funk through the chorus)
(Repeat Chorus)
1,2 1,2 where ya gonna run to
When I come through when you start acting brand new
I'm like a maniac when I do my track
I doubt it if my beats will be whack
Play like Sylvester and leave me Stallone
Cus I'm gonna find your girl and make her moan (what)
Make her get on and on (on and on on on on and on)
Now I got this far
I'm a smooth black brother so I paid off the star
Hot now I'm gone with the quickness
It's a damn shame I am so relentless
I'm the crazy thriller
I slap the F off Farina and then took his Miller
I like (I like)
Cus I'm right
Old tight (wont tight)
Riight
Chorus almost to the end
\"Da Funk\" is repeated till the end

Lyrics of Redman - Da Funk (HQ)

Da Funk

Make my funk, the P-Funk
I wants to get funked up

Make my funk the P funk, we thump
Lyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jump
Sky high
Can't touch the level so why try?
Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy
Rough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquer
That's why I'm on probation
Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven, but MAC-10
A MAC-20 maybe if I didn't subtract ten
My background straight from a black mans culture
Want more, buy the video or Redman sculpture
For your mantle, damn you
Too hard to handle
E-Double slam once, and Redman slam two
Break hooks, earthquake shook the state of NJ
Okay, bust the big gate
For microphones that have swollen mic cords
PE fights for power
Redman fights for soul power
Funk is strong as a tree trunk
Ask me the flavor
Make mines the P funk



Make my funk, the P-Funk
I wants to get funked up
Make my funk, the P-Funk
I wants to get funked up

Lyrics of Nine - Fundamentalz

Da Fundamentalz

[nine]
I waste mc's like time
Who wanna know the incredible original nine
Burnin mc's at degrees of five hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius lord help me it's insane
Pop like tops on 40 o z's
Make cheese while you sweat me for the proceeds
I survived cause i strived
Then i cock back my fist and punch out ya insides
Who's left cause nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these games
It seems like i-yah can't get time out anymore
My name is nine and your name is mud
When i come down, i-yah haffa come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my style is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker mc's know they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop
Oh lord, i got the drop, shot the blood claat
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat
Still fat, still black
I still rap, and yo' ass is still wack
Who's that nigga with the booyaka?
It's the one and only nine and i'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(check one check two check tree)

Check as many as you want, but come check me, n-i-n-e

Chorus: nine (repeat 2x)

Oh god i got da fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
Oh god i got da fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

[nine]
Rock, the body body, rock the body body
Nine wants a hottie that treats me like i'm daddy daddy
The format i use, steps on blue suede shoes
I guzzle brews then mic check one two
I shake and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til i earl
*throws up* excuse me, where was i? stay fly
Never ran, never will, do or die
Chocolate thai got me lifted
No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son i'm gifted
N-i-n-e, came up in lights
I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my steelo i'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you fuc*** know
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend i'm mean like joe greene
Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam
It ain't no fuc*** dream
I pull styles out my ass like doodoo (shit)
Nine makes mc's quick quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area
With jaws, like a pitbull terrier
I attack instrumentals with fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils
With the device i'm nice, if the price is right
I tear the motherfuc*** up all night
Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang
I got slang like wu-tang not many can hang

Chorus

[nine]
For those who are unaware
This is another fed production warning
To all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crews
And all you industry niggaz who was sleeping
Now's your wake-up call, punk..

Bob lewis, nine, tony stoute, al blount
The crew, is in effect
You cannot stop this
Protect your fuc*** neck

Lyrics of Lil Flip - Da Freestyle King - feat. DJ OG Ron C

Da Freestyle King

Nigga, 2000, Y2K
Me and Ron see all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga
fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga
Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King
Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron see
Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit
Indo nigga this what we blow

We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
I say naw nigga I got shows to do
After the concert, I got hoes to screw
If I'm on stage, I don't want to be close to you
I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you
What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin'
Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum
I ain't cappin', what happened
I done blew up too quick
I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click
I represent, I get head
Ride blue, ride black, I ride red
Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
But you might see me in a drop top boy
I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts
If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts
That's what i do, nigga all the time
Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box
Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox
Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks
Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
She want to fuck, I'ma call her and see
Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's
Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti
Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer
Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor
I'm Lil' Flip, nigga, I know you know me
Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's
You might see me in a Expedition
With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
I'ma balla, nigga I told you that
If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs
I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder
Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers
That's coffee, hoes want to toss me, get off me
Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me
From Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale
Half of my niggas locked up in jail
But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down
Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown
You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag
50 G's for a car, that's not that bad
I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat
Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat
Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin'
Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin'
I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones
Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone
I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas
We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger
I almost fucked up, but nigga I'm the king
I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring
And all I do, is ride on chrome
And all I got, is DVD's inside my home
I got a Jacuzzi, I might watch Scary Movie
Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday
This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat
Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat
So pay me, the radio gon' play me
Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee
Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King
Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine
Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime
Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded
y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark
I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates
And when I pick 'em up, nigga, I'ma take 'em to the room
Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom
Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome
I got all, satellites from the top of my home
I get gone in my zone, nigga, I'm in a Bentley
Niggas mad, they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's
And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King
Fuck y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines





Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga,
we over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga,
the North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle

Lyrics of Three 6 Mafia-Da First Date

Da First Date

[Intro]
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
Man: So what's up with you right now?
Girl: What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you?
Man: I'm trying to find out what you want to do
Girl: I think I need to go home chill out, relax
Man: I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me
Girl: Naw it's too early for that
Man: Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time
Girl: But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date
Man: Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with
you?
Girl: What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none

[DJ Paul]
The shit started off real well
Real swell the bitch was talking lovely
She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30
It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work
I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me?
I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me
This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that
But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that
I'm pulling up to the crib lights out
I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out
Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail
So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store
Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go
She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen
I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping
Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game
Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man
I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period
Bitch the lies
So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign
And I'ma holla hoe





[Chorus]
My conversates
I'm trying to fuck on the first date
Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate
I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch
Riding round with this drunk ass bitch
Hoe let it bump

[Juicy J]
Chicken chicken
Don't be tripping
When I'm bout to spit this pimping
Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning
Heard your niggas like a pigeon
Punk ass faggotts always switching
See that Lexus that he ride in
I got that strapped on my wrist'n
Come on hoe and stop the fronting
Keep my dick from jumping jumping
Take a shot of fifths and liquor
But I can't be buying nothing
Where I'm from I can't be saying
Cause I'm just to cheap for paying
Can't be hanging drinking drinking
With this guru what a behavior (moan)
Bout to ball the troops to college
Watching haters ow they be falling
Looking for the freaky freakys
That be chewing the dick and swallowing
We can take a short'n riding
Through the cut to reach your housing
We can ride down to the river
While you work on using your mouth'n
Everybody know you going
Bet you probably saying oh no'n
Then I'm gonna teach you lessons
Stranglin all to death and rowing
And your sister know she with it
Cause she let me nigga hit it
Then she get the licking licking
Then she have to pay to quit it

Chorus(x2)

[Lord Infamous]
Bitch I don't want to just hold hands
And listen to slow jams
I'm not with that romance
Or candle light slow dance
Hoe why don't you take a chance?
Ain't like you ain't fucked before
Come out those tight ass pants
Stop thinking that I won't call no more
Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide
You want to wine and dine
But don't want to bump and grind
There's plenty hoes that want to bone
So next time we don't get it on
The next time you phone
You gets a dial tone bitch

[Koopsta Knicca]
There's many bitches that's fine as fuck
Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?)
Them pretty bitches that like to suck
No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?)
One to the honey bitch over in the corner
Two to the bitch on the porch
Take 'em to the bathroom
Dick them in the fucking moon
Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck
What the fuck you want though?
Could it be my back room door wide open
Naw you know that'd make me mad
The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash
Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend

[Chorus(x2)]

[DJ Paul:]
Hoe get up out my shit!
Ugly bitch I ain't want to fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch
Only reason I man motherfucking
Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch
'Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you
Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk
Stanking breath ass bitch
Cigarette smoking ass hoe
Get the fuck up out my car bitch!
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...)

Lyrics of Fat Joe - Da Fat Gangsta

Da Fat Gangsta

Yeah uhhh..
Chill.. hah yeah..
Come on..

I'm comin rougher than the roughest motherfucker could get
Playin Russian Roulette never lost a bet yet
Bluffin ain't my style niggaz ain't sayin nothin
'Cause I'm buckwild without frontin

Raw to the core I grew up poor
Once I hit the door I began to explore
Curiosity killed my cat but not me
because I learned how to kill with agility

I grew up in the South Bronx, punch you in your mouth punk
I know these streets like Fred Sanford knows junk
In the trunk of a car lays a body
Head decapitated, bust him with my shotty

Stabbed the mug, to make sure, he wasn't comin back
Now police, can picture that, with a Kodak.. huh!
They can't stop me with a homicide investigation
'Cause if they do my crew is hittin up the station



Your best bet, is to let me jet
'Cause I bring war, like a vet, when I'm upset.. huh!
I'm not the one you want to play out in a program
Yo, you better tell them who the hell I am

\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\" Yeah! (2X)
\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\" Tell em who the hell I am
\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\"

Now on the hip-hop tip, I'm no joke
Get live at a jam, and leave a system broke when I spoke
MC's froze, but I never said freeze
Hopin I don't hit em like a fucked up disease

Fall up in the club, Mr. Hype for a night
Choke a rapper with a cord, hang him from the lights.. huh!
Now you do want to mess around with the Fat Man
'Cause you see my face in every newsstand



Every other magazine from Billboard to Spin
Pick it up and read Fat Joe strikes again
How true, I'm not about weed and brew
I'm just another papichulo like the rest of my crew

So give me the microphone
This jam is dedicated to my main man Tone
'Cause he flips, and I flip, and we flip the script
And you know, you don't want to get your ass WHIPPED

Party over here, another in the hospital
Lincoln, Memorial, notice that's how I sent you, hah
I was the one who played the shoot 'em up games
Here's another patient, and yo what's my name?

\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\" Yeah! (2X)
\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\" Tell em who the hell I am
\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\"

So I cruise around in the be\t-M
or in the Benz, hurtin' enemies and makin' new friends
They shake my hand, smile in my face
The nine's in my waist, so there won't be a chase

That's it, the situation is blown out of proportion
When you leave, you must use caution
Look over your shoulder, even on your block
When I come to visit, you know you're in shock

So don't say who is it, act like you know
Kickin' down doors is the Gangsta Fat Joe
And I got no time for games
My name is goin' down in the gangsta hall of fame

\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\" Yeah!
\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\" Tell em who the hell I am
\"This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta\"

Yeah.. Fat Joe Da Gangsta
Representin' in ninety-three
Peace to my man Diamond D
Peace out to my man Ski
This jam is ?letido?, ha hah

Lyrics of The Donnas - Da Doo Ron Ron

Da Doo Ron Ron

Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron
I saw him standing at a rock 'n' show.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
someboy told me that his name was bruno.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
Chorus:
yeah, yeah, well he's so fine.
yeah, yeah, i'm gonna make him mine.
yeah, yeah, i'm gonna take him home.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
One, two, one, two, one, two, three, four
Then he came over and he asked me to dance.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
he told me he was in a rock 'n' roll band.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
Chorus
Now i'm the patty on his hamburger bun.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
my parents don't like him 'cause he has a gun.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
Chorus
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
(repeat 4x)

Original version
I met him on a monday and my heart stood still.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
someboy told me that his name was bill.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
Yes, my heart stood still.
yes, his name was bill.
and when he walked me home
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
He knew what he was doin' when he caught my eye.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
he looked so quiet but my oh my.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.

Yes, he caught my eye.
yes, but my oh my.
and when he walked me home
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
Picked me up at seven and he looked so fine.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
someday soon i'm gonna make him mine.
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
Yes, he looked so fine.
yes, i'll make him mine.
and when he walked me home
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
(repeat & fade)

Lyrics of crystals da doo ron ron

Da Doo Ron Ron

I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Somebody told me that his name was Bill
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron

Yeah, my heart stood still
Yes, his name was Bill
And when he walked me home
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron

I knew what he was doing when he caught my eye
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
He looked so quiet but my oh my
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron

Yeah, he caught my eye
Yes, oh my, oh my
And when he walked me home
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron

Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron

He picked me up at seven and he looked so fine
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Someday soon I'm gonna make him mine
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron



Yeah, he looked so fine,
Yes, I'll make him mine
And when he walked me home
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Da-do-ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron
Da do ron-ron-ron, da do ron-ron

Lyrics of Shaun Cassidy - Da Doo Ron Ron

Da Doo Ron Ron

I met her on a Monday and my heart stood still
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron
Someboy told me that her name was Jill
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron

Yes, my heart stood still
Yes, her name was Jill
And when I walked her home
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron

I knew what she was thinkin' when she caught my eye
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron
I looked so quiet but my oh my
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron

Yes, she caught my eye
Yes, but my oh my
And when I walked her home
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron

Well, I picked her up at seven and she looked so fine
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron
Someday soon I'm gonna make her mine
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron



Yes, he looked so fine
Yes, I'll make her mine
And when I walked her home
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron
Yeah, yeah, yeah
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron
(repeat & fade)

Lyrics of Crash Test Dummies - "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm"

Da Do Ron Ron

I met him on a monday and my heart stood still
da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron
somebody told me that his name was bill
da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron
yeah, my heart stood still, yeah, his name was bill
and when he walked me home, da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron
I know what he was thinking when he caught my eye
da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron
he looked so quiet but, my oh my
da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron
yeah, he caught my eye, yeah but my oh my
and when he walked me home, da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron
He picked me at seven and he looked so fine
da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron
someday soon i'm gonna make him mine
da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron
yeah, he looked so fine, yeah i'll make him mine
and when he walked me home, da do ron ron ron, da do ron ron

Lyrics of Da' Dip (ORIGINAL)

Da Dip

This goes out to all the women in the world especially her
you know it don't even matter your age don't even matter you color
You fellas i ain't forget about y'all
this is for everybody who like to dance
just listen to what i'm sayin' and do it and take a chance
1-i put my hand upon your hip when i dip you dip we dip
you put your hand upon my hip when you dip i dip we dip
i put my hand upon your hip when i dip you dip we dip
you put yours and i put mine and we can get down low and roll it round
Get on the floor like i said before y'all remember that down low
just put a little dip with it now put those hips with it
pop it push it rock it roll it can't control it?
i can hold it it's all in fun so take a chance
just get on the floor and do that dance y'all
i know you like it so don't try to fight it
turn around baby let me see it from the back yeah, i like it like that
get up now, roll those hips drop down double up on those dips
freak nasty wanna see can y'all do this right me
(rpt 1)
Back again with the second verse it's all clean so i'm not gonna curse
droppin' bass like a bad habit love all women cause i got to have it
comin' at y'all in stereo i'm ridin' that thing like a rodeo
hang on baby cause the ride is rough and
dont stop till you get enough
Have them girls in the front now or later just bumpin' that rump
raise it up let me see that round slap it girl, make it jiggle round
round and round that rump goes where it stop yo no one knows
freak nasty wanna see if y'all do this right like me
(rpt 1)
Announcer: "well alright y'all if you ain't dippin', you must be trippin'
if you ain't doin the down low, you gots to go – to the people
thats movin' slow on the dance flo' – yo dj – pump it up some more…"
It's off to the show in the limo before the show gotta make that dough
pay them girls what they worth, slip that money under that skirt
take it off baby let me see you might get a little more loot chi-chi
string-havin thats so much fun playin' that side, between them buns
shawty got it on like moms teasin' me and she know i'm starvin
lick you up then like you down but i ain't finished girl turn around!
like you up and down your back cause i'm that freak i'm freaky like that
freak nasty wanna see can y'all do this right like me…
(rpt 1)
Settin' it off to another level you diggin' freak nasty without a shovel?
this is my world; i'm just a squirrel tryin to get a nut, so what's up?
yo dj, when the party's getting slow
throw on this jam on and watch them flow
takin' over like in 94 when i had the world gettin' down low
new orleans born atl-livin freak nasty's what i'm givin'
my juice is sweet like georgia peaches women suck it up like leeches (uh-huh)
it feels so good you must admit you like this shhhhhhhhhh
yeah y'all know the song so come on won't you sing along?
I put my hand upon your hip when i dip you dip we dip...

Lyrics of Da Da Dahhh

Da Da Dahhh

Yo I gotta back ache stomach ache diarrhea vomiting
Cold feet runny nose head ache insomnia
Cranky moody burpin' while I'm cursin'
Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
I'm only three and gotta chip Motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin cryin whinin' teasin'
Suckin' tities like I had years of breast feedin'
In the beginning I was sinning
Kept my mama back and forth
To the hospital for the constant kickin'
Kept them ass whippin', I'm gettin them all
Show off like Fodolo so fuck all y'all
Do you get your ass whipped with your mom's bad luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit



[Chorus]
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like kickin' your ass
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Smokin' weed
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
All day check it out

I'm only thirteen puttin' in work
Rockin' chinese shoes with high top converse but first
We was all gas watchin' game of def with Bruce
Walkin' home from the movies
I thought about the sex often
I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden
Light skin, chubby and shit
Ran my mama's phone bill for callin' Biggs Biggs Biggs
The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight
The lead patch was the shit if you snatch it right
And everybody knew the pattern of pac man
Rams was 15 and that then was happenin'
Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city
I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny
When EPMD dropped Its My Thing
I said damn I gotta get up in this rap game



[Chorus]

I used to tell my Sis I'm gonna make it bitch
So close to gettin' on I could taste the shit
In a hot ass room cuttin' smooth operator
In my last year at West Side High I barley made it
Flippin eightballs, going to Montclair State
I passed one class and still owe their ass cake
For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th Ave
Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed
That was the days now the times switched up
Son either walk them dogs, snuff it or get snuffed
Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker
My weed got better so easily I fucked shit up
I test y'all with my def squad cam
And I don't stage show dive unless y'all amp
To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya
And any ho that didn't blow Doc, I never knew ya!

Now I'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Now I'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like still sqeezin' your titties
I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit
With a big ass car
Now I'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Rollin' better credit
Now I'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Yo yo shit is crazy
Now I'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like smackin' your ass
Now I'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like shaving my beard
Now I'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
I got hair on my chest!

Lyrics of Trio -- Da Da Da [[ Official Video ]]

Da Da Da

Aha aha aha
Aha
Aha
Aha

What you do and what you don't (aha)
What you will and what you won't (aha)
What you can and what you can't (aha)
This is what you got to know
Loved you though it didn't show

Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da

Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me



Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da

Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht (aha)
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht (aha)
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht (aha)
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht

I know why you went away (aha)
Understand you couldn't stay (aha)
Wonder where you are today (aha)
After all is said and done
It was right for you to run

Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht (aha)
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht (aha)
Ich lieb' mich nicht, du liebst mich nicht (aha)
Ich lieb' dich nicht, du liebst dich nicht

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da

Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me

Da da da
Da da da
Da da da
Da da da

Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me
Da da da I don't love you, you don't love me

Lyrics of Wyclef Jean - Da Cypha

Da Cypha

Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there, they goin' in the car

Woo woo woo woo woo
Keys they goin' in the trunk
Woo woo woo woo woo
Fiends they don't give a uh

And Flex couldn't save you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon' be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin' banks
I'm a fiend for the S-500 I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me be chasin' after cops
And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin'
Soldiers in waitin', marksmen recruitin'
Salutin', thug confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin', Air Force One we leavin'
Panama red, holdin' 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin' to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to business
We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel



Supreme see been after mean figures, ask my lil' nigga
Since back in the days, before he was raised
Ain't nobody puttin' fear in my heart, who need a jump start
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
I'm gettin' assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to kick it wit' you, walk beans stickin wit' you
Why try to hide from accomplice vibe
Yo we break bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what your man do
It's all about this husltin' game, muscle and fame
Tussels in rain, take aim, blush you with game
My language is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remaindable, with bigger guns aimed at you



Woo woo woo woo woo
Keys they goin' in the trunk
Woo woo woo woo woo
Fiends they don't give a uh

I run up in Da Cypha heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you wit' a blade when I think I'm gettin' played
Made woman, you never in bed with the same woman
You say you want it, you don't want to see the omen
When my sixth sense start flowin' I bless like holy water
I don't want to die 'cause I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes I see the writin' on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click is on the run now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, I'ma cypher drifter
My sixteen bars is up so peace to the mixes

Woo woo woo woo woo
Keys they goin' in the trunk
Woo woo woo woo woo
Fiends they don't give a uh

Woo woo woo woo woo
Keys they goin' in the trunk
Woo woo woo woo woo
Fiends they don't give a uh

October 31st I was standing by the sour
These thugs don't want to talk they want these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on 'cause I'm bilingual
I barely spoke English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I could say another homicide
Threw the biscuit in the bushes runnin' like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib thinkin' bout what I just did
I'ma police of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid
My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects wantin' rent money
Just when I thought I get my life straight in the states
Is when I found myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in Virginia under the dumpsters, no
18 shell cases in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
No your honor that must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And every time I wave and spit the crowd jump
'Cause I'm still Digital Underground like \"humpty hump\"
Feel the funk comin' through your elephant trunks
I ain't even \"Kriss Kross\" my clothes yet
And yet y'all want to \"Jump, Jump\" in Da Cypha, \"Jump, Jump\"
You in Da Cypha

Woo woo woo woo woo
Keys they goin' in the trunk
Woo woo woo woo woo
Fiends they don't give a uh

Stay in the house when you hear
Woo woo woo woo woo
It means the murder's outside you hear
Woo woo woo woo woo
Where the real killers at you hear
Woo woo woo woo woo
Honey who chill with the gats you hear
Woo woo woo woo woo
Yo don't talk crap man
Woo woo woo woo woo
Just 'cause your girl's wit' you man
Woo woo woo woo woo
'Cause both o y'all gon' go man
Woo woo woo woo woo
To a place where no man knows man
Woo woo woo woo woo
Femme fatale, Hope
Woo woo woo woo woo
Supreme see, kinda dope
Woo woo woo woo woo
Marie Antoinette in the back with the techs
Woo woo woo woo woo
Y'all know the flavor Refugee Camp
Woo woo woo woo woo

Lyrics of Da Capo

Da Capo

Da capo
Da capo
You're living in a dreamer's dream
Da da capo

One level ahead
I'm calling to you
But touch you I cannot do
To tell you I can't
I'm drawing the line
To greetings to understand

You will find me waiting out in the dark
I'm your everlasting property
You're the one I'm living for
And feed all the time

Da da capo
Once again
I'm telling you I am your friend
But you can't hear me in your dream
You're living in a dreamer's dream
Da da capo
Gone with the wind I am not
And I visit you too a lot
Passing the gridlock
Is a hard thing to do

I'm longing to see
The offspring of me
To hold it with my bare hands
So talk about me as you used to do
I'm with you from time to time

You will find me waiting out in the dark
I'm your everlasting property
You're the one I'm living for
And feed all the time
With your deeds all the time

Da da capo
Once again
I'm telling you I am your friend
But you can't hear me in your dream
You're living in a dreamer's dream
Da da capo
Gone with the wind I am not
And I visit you too a lot
Passing the gridlock
Is a hard thing to do

Da da capo
Once again (woo hoo yeah)
I'm telling you I am your friend
But you can't hear me in your dream
You're living in a dreamer's dream

Once again (woo hoo yeah)
I'm telling you I am your friend
But you can't hear me in your dream
You're living in a dreamer's dream
Da da capo

Gone with the wind I am not
And I visit you too a lot
Passing the gridlock
Is a hard thing to do

Da da capo

Lyrics of Da Bump

Da Bump

Original rude boi on your scene
Everybody light your blunts, get your smoke on
All you bitches drop your drawers witcha stinkin' ass
Just roll that weed, roll that weed
Just roll that weed, roll that weed

Aiyyo, yes, it's me the MC Grand Royal
You spittin' that 'Newcleus', I suggest you 'Jams on it'
I'm not a role model, I cracks the Beck's bottle
Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models

So inhale, exhale, what you smell?
Derail the frail blind MC off my trail
If he use Braille, see, I never been touched
Regulate the street tactics, then parlay in the cut

Lay back an' hit this, while I shit this
Flip this, get some ass flow at long distance
An' plus I pack nine inches in my britches
An' keep an instant lit for the funky ass bitches



Newark, New Jersey's on the map, comprende?
An' confrontations start from the blunts an' the Reme
An' if any MC out there wanna test
Call my boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn the volume up a notch
An' watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn the volume up a notch
An' watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop

Shit, I'm just one hip nigga
Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture
What I deliver, over tracks an' rivers
Is makin' your lungs collapse an' quiver



It's the PPP foundation in your ass
We be the bomb like that Oklahoma blast
Then outlast a few clowns, sounds
Raps, stay bein' the mack like Dru Down

Ask me what I smoke an' I say, \"It's the method\"
Funk off the hook, I leave shit disconnected
What's the name of that town rollin' up trees?
Jersey smokin' up the bombazee

It don't stop, you better move slowly
I make that chest wet an' cosy
Then dip Lowkey like OG's
Then inject that antidote to make you O.D.
You know a better flower get the dough, G an' show me?

I bet you, I make 'em more pussy than Jonesy
And show 'em 'How High I am' just from the nosebleed
I keep it 'Naughty By Nature'
Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace up

Yeah, Funk Doctor, represent one time
For all the blunt smokers smokin' weed
Let me hear you go ooh, ooh
Smoke lalala, smoke lalala
Let me hear you go ooh, ooh
Smoke lalala, smoke lalala

Funk Doctor got your ass locked down proper
Let me next blast derelicts, binaca
I'ma star at war, smoke blunts, don't Chewbacca
The head banger boogie for the marijuana shoppers

Lace the tracks with stacks of artifacts
Make the police arrest me for givin' the cardiac
'Cause I'm the shitter, head banger, non-quitter
Twenty blunt a day nigga, Landcruise whipper

I represent, commence to beat an instrument
Who's next to get that ass bent ten percent?
I make your boo pass off your jewels, you lose
'Cause I am so cool

React opponent, 'I got five on it'
Met some hoochie, now I got fifty-five on it
With two Coronas, I dominate my opponents
To the hardcore niggaz, keep on, motherfucker

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn the volume up a notch
An' watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn the volume up a notch
An' watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop

Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit

Lyrics of E-40 Da Bumble

Da Bumble

I flipped a lexi speed up and catch me
Lexus of concord reached out and touched me
Some of you hoe fake ass niggas like roz be messy
I know some beautiful black intelligent women they're sexy
E 40's back and blackened i don't be barkin
No even high cappin you better watch me
I'm comin snippin ninety five ninety six ninety seven
Bet your persodian 30 r 6 castodian
Special shot to casual deal the sales in opium
About the town, the valley joe
Just like a democratic, i'm from the hall
Fuck the bumble, you bitch it ain't no punk hoe
Pedestrian stumble sound like a gorilla tryin
To get up out of a trunk hoe
Continue strikin it, hope you likin it
They'l be makin nasties at the bus stop and trackin it
Every egg that i pull in bulges
When it comes to spittin i'm ferocious
Management in cabbages, savage
Hangin out when all the sudden i'm eatin ham sandwiches
All day, everyday, 40 play, he say
She say, bieetch! that-a-way, keep it goin now
Don't stop, shakin baking soda, forms a rock
36 steps on a triple beam scale
Burn the duct tape but keep all the ya-yo
Rip a peel, extra crisp, really really
Ate it like i'm a specialist
(drisidrisomina?) is the illest zaggin
Thinkin i put cause like this
You know i'm (puzackin'?), n the morning, makin bacon
From the ghetto in the bullet-proof apron
Here comes the laws, valium crushin through my balls
I rip my draw-string, runnin from the canine cocaine-sniffing dogs
Some niggaz hate me, some niggaz love me
Some niggaz shake my paw, some niggaz love me
I see ya tweakin, i see ya peekin
Your roaches with me, while you're sleepin
A motherfuc*** ain't gotta be flash gordon on
The front of a bash to get a bash have you one more
Protect the shit one more duct dash to come up your ???
Lettin em know, preferred zodiac sign scorpio
See the breeze soldier, v-a-l-l-e-j-o
Never show witness to your
Never leave your crib with out your pepper, beeotch!
I'm tryin to get legal with it
Open up a shop cotton candy and licorice
Cash in stashes, that's a must
We leavein with a million and that's a plus
Don't get it twisted, don't try to find me
My bm's whistlin, or hawaii
1-2-3-40, wheels new shoes scrappin toe to toe
Crack black jack and keno, strike sideways hit reno
Ball cappin, no smilin
Sittin lo somethin profilin, beeitch!
Fuck the bumble, you bitches it ain't no punk hoe
You clits it ain't no punk hoe
(outro chit chat)

Lyrics of Kardinal Offishall - Da Brown

Da Brown

Intro [kardinal offishall]
yo yo, this is me
(what's going on kardinal?)
yo, here the other day i was walking on the e-w right
(uh huh)
a crew man come up to me
(yo)
talking, talking the... you know what i mean
(yo, niggas can't front on the uptown nigga)
yo, you know how, you know you know you know the deal, you know what i mean
(of course i know the deal, it's the e-w son)
yo, check it out, you i can tell them, you know what i'm saying
(what you say?)
yo yo yo, check it out yo
[kardinal offishall]
yo niggas be crazy to pass me, last seed to see me
saw me before he was his rap dream die with all of his team
yo f.o.s. niggas scheme on how to infiltrate a milly stock
mooch or cream silly, go for delf
what you like how we go back to cali, kick a suede walking billy
hoes like big willy in their pelle pelle pelle
fonzarelli, i burn niggas
roll with the do anything to earn niggas
you learn niggas, f.o.s. don't pull triggers
we pull out a stack and pay a nigga to make you die quicker
rolling in sauk's acura
dial the cellular, to the g-man
contemplate d-plan, make everything swing
none of the circle will sing a song sweet to the po-po
it's a vision in four or four straight because nobody know where you go
try breakfast in a hugo, large to meet your crew
your life has left the earth without a clue clue

Chorus 1 [kardinal offishall]
down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
ayo my circle gets down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
ayo my team gets down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
ayo my team gets down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
[kardinal offishall]
word, this is for my brother in my circle (niggas)
f.o.s. paranormal circle (niggas)
you pull the trigger, i pull the caps
flow gas plus the ass, you think it won't go so
just ask ro ro, lockjaw or abie, buck tooth or mobb
chiggy chase or kay bee
who got that swazy flow, kind of style?
ask any nigga living, they'll say offishall
get files the irs couldn't capture
rapture like anita, prophylactics like bonita
bet ya my osap, k-a will meet a face within ten days of grace
deep like bass, watch these rap niggas get all up in your tonsil
with us nigga, you'll be mourning like alonzo
think it won't happen, offishall don't bluff
step inside my circle and we'll show how ruff
and it's on
Chorus 2 [kardinal offishall]
yo my team gets down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
dat dirty "brown brown brown"
ayo my circle gets down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
yo my team gets down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
yo my team gets down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
down to da "brown brown brown"
[kardinal offishall]
yo, each and every day my crew gets better
you pull a fast one, i'll pull the leather
interior, inferior, efforts make the next nigga superior
you'll soon see the next contest to get flipped with the quickness
quickness of the bush makes it easy to push
feel the inside while i ride it like a yazoo(?) car
like high school i get high, rub the sternum like mackie
reality do or die, you or i is the styli
try to diamond mind, surely you will be found
in a pine boxes with quilted lining, huh
shining from the north star, breaking concentration like the hyman
it's all about timing, rhyming in the cut
yo what you thinking you proving by your feet not moving
while you play the plaster, me holding up the walls
i be on the dance floor with your girl up on my...
Chorus 2
[kardinal offishall]
ayo offishall get down to "da brown brown brown"
down to "da brown brown brown"
dat dirty "brown brown brown"
word up
know what saying
dance down to the brown
on the hill, in the uptown
ya, this is how we do it now
yo, for def niggas
rolling with the figure niggas
like so and i'm out, the outro *echoed*

Lyrics of Kool G Rap - Da Bosses Lady Ft Camilieone

Da Bosses Lady

Featuring chameleon

(scarface excerpt) that chick hes with....she like me. oh she likes you
Huh? how do you know? the eyes chico....they never lie. what are you
Serious? yeah i'm serious....what do you think? man thats the bosses
Lady you're gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? f*** you man!....the
Bosses lady...huh...that guys soft....you got some of that for
Me?...would you kiss me if i wear that hat?

Verse 1 (kool g. rap)
I had to have her, since my first glance at her
Pimp stance at her
Watchin' men throwin' banjamins and grants at her
Bottles of italy and france at her
Advance at her, spit romance at her
Champagne glasses chatter
Ass fatter than that actress up in family matters
Lips thicker than mick jaggers
Dick so hard the shit could stab her
She pushed a sick jaguar
Paint shined like it was black lacker
She carried a small gat for back up
Whole shit spectacular
Peepin' out her frame, walkin' in back of her
She had the hour glass shape
Had my blood flowin' fast paced
Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape
Mad papes, i could tell by the way she was draped
Her sex mate's caked up like drake's
He's got the crib by the lake
Wanted by the jakes
For takin' powder weight outta state
They straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates
Garden lookin' like a flowered wake
Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour
Sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to devour
I hit her up inside the marble tiled shower
Then snapped back to reality
He said her name was valerie
Dont f*** around with that ho, a nigga's on the salary
Pockets too low calorie
Her man will get his cavalry
And straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery

Chorus - off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife, cross his
Life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice, torch
The night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost inspite
Repeat once

Verse 2: (chameleon)

The bosses lady, i cocks the four-fifth and holds it steady baby
My man ships more weight than the fuckin' navy
Out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine
You crossed the line
Fuckin' with the bosses devine
Ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes
Found out you tryin' to f*** with his dime
You layed your life on the line
But the cards are in my hands
I love this rich man, and fuckin' you is not in the plan
I'm out to get grands and live on my own land
So why f*** with that help?
I'm livin' in wealth, you under his belt
Hourglass figure i know you felt
Wonderin' how the pussy smelt
Lavish taste will have you livin' in debt
Fantasizin' 'bout his wifes sex,
So how could you disrespect the man
That supplies the cash for your checks?
On the low 'cause you know he blaze tecks
And you fear for whats next
Your life is in debt for tryin' to get my pussy wet
Realize the bigger picture
I deal with bigger figures
I got no time for affairs with the average niggas
Keep the lustin' to a limit
'cause ain't no benefits in it
Too much to lose if i let you hit it
You know the force is deep
And you wanna creep
Thinkin' how sweet it would be if i just let you eat
But to the boss yo, i gotta stay true
The chump change won't do
So me with you isn't happenin' boo

Verse 3: (both)

(g. rap) i like ya style, kid you get wild
Let the chips pile
My clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who's big now
Barkin' on shit like a (?)
Lame chick you got this shit foul
We got the big bricks shipped in from miles
While i'm whippin' shit with 6 plus 6 valves
Makin' millions off fiscal
We regulated,
Boo i guess you haven't heard the latest about these new agents
Stackin' outrageous
(chameleon) yeah, i heard about the way you flip birds,
Got these niggas standin' on the curb sellin' cocaine and erbs
You and my nigga exchanged words then parted ways
You swore to god all day
Your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways
(g. rap) straight gave him a harp to play
(chameleon) i peeped your resume
(g. rap) you with me angel?
(chameleon) yeah, no doubt, but i should bang you

Chorus 2x

Lyrics of A Tribe Called Quest - Da Booty

Da Booty

Question
What is it that everybody has
And some pirates and thieves try to take

Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
Da Booty (come on everybody that's here, that's word
To Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)
Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
Da Booty (come on everybody that's here, that's word
To Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)

I give my promise to all y'all to keep my shit hittin'
Half of y'all claim dog but now a light kitten
Flippin' on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton
Get off that ass and see what I'm settin'
Born with this inside, you just can't get it
This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon
Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin'
Make deep impressions and constantly be reppin'



When I was young I'd stretch gouch yo
Now I'm on Letterman, on the couch yo
The black thing with knives is called the back do'
Can't we be cool instead of being foul though
Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars
Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler
Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar
You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother

Phife Dawg puttin' the bite back in yours
Top dog, puttin' it up, flick his balls
MC from now til I get a frown
Shake that ass girl because you world renowned
Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights
Bull duke, you've got to die for your rights
MC's, y'all got to work for the mic
Zombies, do it from dusk to the night



Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
Da Booty (come on everybody that's here, that's word
To Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)
Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
Da Booty (come on everybody that's here, that's word
To Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)

Rock to the beat, yo it's never the same
Good girls usually got good game
Hot cats tearin' that ass out the frills
Block ass, you had no skills, that's the reals
Make this money without the friction
Take this honey, there goes your diction
Rappers better retreat, fix your joints
My whole crew got bumps on they points

Rumors being spread 'bout me and my click
We can't rock shows and our rhymes ain't shh
Might not've heard it, or maybe you have
Between me and you, they can kiss my ass
Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed
But say what you may, just cash my check
'Cause all I'm ever guilty of is going on tour
Doing shows galore, and bringin' it raw

Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)
Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it)

Lyrics of Chamillionaire and Paul Wall ft. Freestyle Kings- Da Bomb Freestyle

Da Bomb Freestyle

[chamillionaire]
big shots, we switchin' block
big shots, we stretchin' blocks
so many, rocks in the watch
it looks like connect-the-dots
cribs..we got more spots then dalmations and polka dots
you tried to, handcuff your girl, came home to broke locks
swangers..just poking out, chamillionaire is really seen
but if i seen with my heat, it's more then a scary dream
carry green, santa claus be puttin' presents under me
i'm showin' so much green i'm glowin' like a damn christman tree
strippers be, thinkin' the, koopa gonna tip a g
wouldn't see me tip a g' if the braud was a triple-d
flip a ki, nah only flip i know is sucka free
i'm up in the club wearing more then jewlrey then mr. t
oohh!, i got to be the throwdest nigga to ever spit
mama must gave me birth on the toilet 'cuz i'm the ish
ice in the kiss, holmes know that koopa grill is sick
ice on the wrist, dick froze everytime i take a piss
ice on the pinky ring, boy gotta color changin' chain
don't call me out my name, gorilla not orangutang
screens fall like uh rain
everytime i swang the lane
you should've brought an umbrella nigga stop complainin' mayne
hop out a gator quick, know why i make haters sick?
cuz i'm glowin' hard then that beam on dark vader's stick
cock back and spray the clip
chew off the hater's list
22 that rarely fits
so i ruff ryde like jadakiss
screens in a drop-lick
me in the cock-pit
in every conversation, koopa's the topic
plus i'm the top pick
"how the hell he got rich"
pull a drop off the lot, or a yacht off a dock quick

Lyrics of Kris Kross - Da Bomb

Da Bomb

it's da bomb
it's da bomb
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac

Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well, here it comes
say what
Here it comes
It's the quicka rippa ripper
Known to flip a script like it ain't notin'
All ya MC's that used to MCs better duck an'
Run an' hide cause it's too late to try to make it right
Ya just messed up and I ain't tryin' to let ya slide
Cause I ain't the one for that I ain't the one that slack
I'm the Miggida-Miggida-Mac pack and I ain't takin' jack
I don't care who you get or who ya wit'
Just know you won't be equipped to what it takes to break this krossed
out kid
I've got deez off dout clout cause I'm deez off doubt
I'm bad suckas if ya wanna know what I'm talkin about
So lay your cards on the table cause I'm able to rock
When ever, where ever I still rocks the cradle
Cause i'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun
And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none
Cause on the mike I get dum-ditty ditty-dum
So watcha back when I say here it comes



I know you hear me comin' here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin' here I come
And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac

Well, can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well, here it comes
say what
Here it comes



understand that Kris to the Kross comes with nothing but flavor
we get our own on our own ain't askin for no favors
we're true to what we do that's how we be
so just reason with the D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C

I betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing
Cause I'm a little rough neck
Tiffy-tiffy tough neck
Cause what gettin' 'nough respect
And all those little punks talkin' junk bring it on
Cause I just love takin' punks outta homes
why
Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun
And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none
So watcha back or comments will startcha runnin'
And do-do on yourself when you hear the daddy comin'

I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
And I'm called the Daddy Mac

But, can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well, here it
say what
Comes
I'll be coming around the mountain when I come droppin' a bomb
Creepin' up on those Romper Room suckas who wanna get some
So feel the wrath of a brat with the Mac pack
Walkin' away you're like the bottom of a door mat
I didn't gain props cause I was a suckas daughter
I had to earn them droppin' dynamite like Jimmy Walker
I can pay Donny Mars in a sticky cage
Give me 30-30 half-caliber half-gauge
And if you don't know what I'm talkin' about
Test me out
We're in the big part of in The Last Boyscout
Scopin' a needle is like a needle in a haystack
Press the new rookie breakin' rims down like Shaq
You think you're dealin' with a weak boy step back
Cause I'm comin' up like a Veteran on a phat track
I'm bein' all I wanna be so you tell Uncle Tom
Dat Da Brat done drop da bomb

I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
And I am what they call Da Brat

Lyrics of Jeru The Damaja - Da Bichez

Da Bichez

I'm not talking about the queens
But [what?] the bitches
Not the sisters [what?] the bitches
Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want

Most chicks want minks
Diamonds, a Benz
Spend up all your ends
Prob'bly fuck your friends

High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses
Think that the pussy is made out of gold
Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood
They be givin' up sex for goods

Dealin' with bitches is the same old song
They only want you 'til someone richer comes along



Don't get me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who so due respect I'm givin'

While queens stand by you, and stick around
Bitches suck you dry and push you down
So it's my duty to address
This vampiress
Givin' the black man stress
Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches

I'm not talking about the queens
But [what?] the bitches
Not the sisters [what?] the bitches
Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'
I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian
I told him she was out to get what she could get
He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end
Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick
He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent

Black Widow: she even killed dead presidents
That he'd owe. Shouldn't have got one red cent
I body slam her But I'm not a misogynist
When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed



Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress
The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress

Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop
Cause I'm hip to the game
I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped
Bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches
Fuckin' around with those bitches

I'm not talking about the queens
But [what?] the bitches
Not the sisters [what?] the bitches
Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches
The bitches, the bitches

Since I've been club-hoppin'
You've been ho-hoppin'
You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in

Any nigga with a record
Could get your butt naked

So your man got a Lexus
You live in the projects
Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest
Your ass ain't the fattest
Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed
I know your status, you can't touch my status
Deep down you want this
Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this

Poppin' that coochie for Gucci
Bitches like you ain't shit to me
And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty

Now go in peace Don't make me get raw
And treat you like the harlot that you are
Filthy bitches

Lyrics of Da Bang

Da Bang

Say I don't mind
What you do to me
If you waste my time
Then it's meant to be
I called your number (Yes I did)
Like you told me to

[Chorus:]
Like a puppet on a string
I'm go'n dance and I'm go'n sing
I will do most anything
If you promise me da bang, bang, bang!

Don't want to lie
I just want to do it
But some other guy (Baby)
Has beat me to it
If you're in love (Well)
We're to of a kind (Yes we are)
What good is your body, baby
Without your mind (Not much)

[Chorus]
Hit me, niggas!

So here's the story
I'm here for you
Without the boring
Without the cool
When you try to fake it (Baby)
And you want to get through (You know what I'm talkin' about)

[Chorus]

Bang, bang, bang!
Yeah! Ooh!

Lyrics of Master P - Da Ballers ft Jermaine Dupri (Explicit)(Best Version)

Da Ballers

[Master P]\t\t(Jermaine Dupri)
Say brah..\t\tBitch you better come on in!
J.D.\t\t\tWhassup?
Where you at?\t\tHuh, I'm right here nigga
(Y'all niggaz done fucked up now!
y'all done let the two richest niggaz in the South get together)
Haha check it out\tIt's over!!

\tJ got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
\tWe got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
\t(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
\tMy real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
\tWhat you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
\tJ what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)

\tHa hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
\tWe got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me?
\t(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
\tbut real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
\tWhat you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
\tJ what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)



[MP] \tI got a bubble-I Hummer, couple of boats on the beach
\tI got three hundred on my wrist and a hundred on my teeth
[JD]\tWell I know they sick of this, talk about what I got
\tNigga with the quickness, but I don't give a fuck
[MP]\tJ fuck what they think, I put ice on my tank
\tA couple of million in the bank and Cristal is our drink
[JD]\tWell where we from, niggaz with the most shit rule
\tHit all ya hoes, rock all the jewels
\tMake all the moves niggaz dream about
\tYou know the type niggaz y'all can't keep out your mouth, uhh

\tJ got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
\tWe got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
\t(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
\tMy real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
\tWhat you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
\tJ what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)



[Master P]
I was on the cover of Fortune but you know I ain't flossin
I need two armored cars for all the bread I'm tossin
I got a marble pool table, gold nine for the haters
Hustler and a player, got a mansion with elevator
We, ghetto millionaires, we shine like stars
and roll through the hood in the tightest of cars

[Jermaine Dupri]
Well to me a flooded Roley's like a Swatch watch
and a Lex is like a V-Dub, y'all niggaz can't keep up
Since day one I've been on burn
Had hits back when most of y'all was interns, huh
You know the game, yo' bitch chose me
The name? Capital J, Capital D (whoa)

\tJ got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
\tWe got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me?
\t(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
\tMy real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
\tWhat you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?)
\tJ what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)

\tHa hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh)
\tWe got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me?
\t(Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold
\tbut real niggaz don't spend money on hoes
\tWhat you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)
\tJ what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?)

Lyrics of The Decemberists - When The War Came

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