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Listen Richie Spice - Ano Me Dat [dj kwik!]


Lyrics

She's A Ho (Mr. Vegas)

Verse 1:
Well if a galatek two man inna one night
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a clean up di whola di neighborhood
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a walk and a sell from hotel to hotel
We know she's a hoe
If she a one night stand tek everybody man
Man a nutten dat caw wi dun know

Chorus:
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Caan hide again cause everybody know
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Swear seh mi spat har pon di Jerry Springer show
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
All a di youth inna di street know

Verse 2:
Whey she do, boast bout how she get slim and trim
Loose twenty pound and naw go a gym
Legs easy fi open like clothes pin
Sleep wid bum, him dead and dem know wha kill him
Gal from youh know yuh nuh shooty shooty
An yuhknow seh yuh a nuh goupy
All rudies out deh do not be silly an put a rubber pan yuh willy

Chorus

Verse 3:
Whey she do
Gwaan like she hot like she a earth angel
Know something whey dem a do yuh head swell
Man a line up a dem gate car dem a sell
The way dem a move trust me you coulda tell
Run through the mob dem and di cartel
Hear seh she sleep wid Bobby Castell
Di gal a rev out skettel worse Jezebel
How much man drown inna di well

Verse 4:
Well if a gal tek whey har mumma husband
Then we know she's a hoe
If a gal sleep wid har best fren man
Then di whola wi know she's a hoe
Well if a gal easy fi pluck every man come wuk
Then we know she's a hoe
Nuff a dem run outta luck end up wid stomach
An now di man naah mine di gut

Chorus

Are You Out There? (Dar Williams)

Perhaps I am a miscreation
No one knows the truth there is no future here
And you're the DJ speaks to my insomnia
And laughs at all I have to fear
Laughs at all I have to fear
You always play the madmen poets
Vinyl vision grungy bands
You never know who's still awake
You never know who understands and

Are you out there, can you hear this?
Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis,
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

Last night we drank in parking lots
And why do we drink? I guess we do it cause
And when I turned your station on
You sounded more familiar than that party was
You more familiar than that party
It's the first time I stayed up all night
It's getting light I hear the birds
I'm driving home on empty streets
I think I put my shirt on backwards

Are you out there, can you hear this
Jimmy Olson , Johnny Memphis
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

And what's the future, who will choose it?
Politics of love and music
Underdogs who turn the tables
Indie versus major labels
There's so much to see through
Like our parents do more drugs than we do
Oh....

Corporate parents, corporate towns
I know every TV set that has them lit
They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won't do a better job of it
Pray that I won't do a better job
So tonight I turned your station on just so I'd be understood
Instead another voice said I was just too late
And just no good....

Calling Olson, Calling Memphis
I am calling, can you hear this?
I was out here listening all the time
And I will write this down
and then I will not be alone again yeah
I was out here listening
Oh yeah I was out here listening
Oh yeah I am out here listening all the time

The Man Who Loves Women (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

he's the man who loves women
women, women, women
he's the man who loves women
and fallin' in love every day

when he sees a señorita
it's a sure thing that he'll heed her
he's the man who loves women
fallin' in love every day

but in the mornin
when she wakes up
he'll be far away
keepin' his secret safe
hey, hey, hey

he's quite prepared to mingle
comes on like he's single
he's the man who love s women
and fallin' in love's just his way
one of these days he's gonna pay
for falling in love every day

oh stay away
he's the man who loves women

Like A Diamond (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

Like A Diamond
madmen crawl
across the wall
knight gets away
kings all fall
queens chase men
saints all sin
and good things
all must end

but she goes on forever
she's gonna shine forever
yeah, she's gonna shine
forever
like a diamond
in the sunlight

big full moon
above the road
i'm a long long way
form tomorrow
gotta light my way
down this highway
to get to her

'cause she goes on forever
she goes on forever
yeah she's gonna shine
forever
like a diamond
in the sunlight

deacons steal
and ma can't feel
if you're lonely
and behind the wheel
when the ground gives way
you have to pray
to the unknown
and hope it's real

but she goes on forever
she goes on forever
she's gonna shine forever

like a diamond
in the sunlight

Warming Up The Brain Farm (Lo Fidelity Allstars)

Dear God,
The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.
Despite his newly installed, varnished brain, and being
force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor, he is
determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy.
He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats.
Quite frankly i'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate
my headspace.
He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second
as the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by in the
form of a neon snake.
Massive delusions?
Very probably.
I fear for my safety.
He is as weak as his fellow man.
I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks,
clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate.
I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patients
cohesive lyrical maps in exchange for a vision of the
future.
Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal
toxins
Hardcore Punk Paste.
Allstars takin' over...

Early draft of lyrics taken from Radio 1 Breezeblock DJ set
Dear God,
The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.
It has of late become apparent, he's driven by lust and
he's as weak as his fellow colleagues.
A hypocrite, surrounded by liars and bed-wetters.
Stricken with grief, he turns to lethal toxins, hardcore
Punk Paste.
Goodbye Lord
Allstars takin over...

Blueberry Yum Yum (Ludacris)

[Intro]
*smoke inhaling*

Yeah...ummm....
*smoke inhaling*
Think I'ma try something that I ain't, that I ain't neva did before on this one...
Let's go...

[Chorus]
Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higha (Let's get hiighyaaaahh).
Got that blueberry yum yum and it's dat fiyah (It's dat fiyyaahhhhh).
Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higha (Let's get hiighyaaaahh).
Got that blueberry yum yum and it's dat fiyah (It's dat fiyyaahhhhh).

[Verse 1]
Got a lil' bit of blueberry yum yum, and I never woulda thought that it could taste this gooooooood,
Thank God for the man who put it in my hooooooood,
It's got me singing melodies I never thought I wooooooould.
I'm feelin' sorry for the homies who be smokin' wooooooood.
Chop chop, break it down for a player like me ye ye ye ye ye ye...
I'm 'bout to find me a woman that skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet...
I'ma keep smoking 'til I reach my peak peak peak peak peak peak peak peak peak...
Or 'til I'm stuck, and my body feels weak weak weak weak weak weak...
Headed down to the dungeon, wonderin', if they got some mooooooo'...
Well, if they don't, then I'ma hafta settle fah some droooooo.
But it just ain't cool 'cause right on afta, I'ma hafta gooooooooooo.
And continue on my mission, fishin', for the yum yum, but I'm movin' slooooooooow.

[Chorus]
Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higha (Let's get hiighyaaaahh).
Got that blueberry yum yum and it's dat fiyah (It's dat fiyyaahhhhh).
Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higha (Let's get hiighyaaaahh).
Got that blueberry yum yum and it's dat fiyah (It's dat fiyyaahhhhh).

[Verse 2]
(Yes) Fire, fire got me so tired, I'ma stop, drop, and roooooooooll,
Put a wet towel under the doooooooooorrr.
Don't pass it, I can't take it no moooooooooooooooorreee,
Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooooooooooore.
Hurry please cuz I need some snacks snacks snacks snacks snacks snacks snacks...
And how long will it take to get back back back back back back?!?
Yes indeed, I'm a lil' off track track track track track track track...
Off this beat and I'm full of dat Yak Yak Yak Yak Yak Yak Yak Yak...
Get on in that stankin' Lincoln, crank it up and riiiiide,
And it ain't enough room to fit the, other chicks insiiiiide.
I'm so hungry with the munchies I'ma eat everything... in siggghhhtttt.
Me and my blueberries together and everything's... alllrrrriiiight.

[Chorus]
Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higha (Let's get hiighyaaaahh).
Got that blueberry yum yum and it's dat fiyah (It's dat fiyyaahhhhh).
Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higha (Let's get hiighyaaaahh).
Got that blueberry yum yum and it's dat fiyah (It's dat fiyyaahhhhh).

[Verse 3]
Get the propane, rollin' thangs and let's blow this place uuuuuuuuuuup,
You already know what's uuuuuup.
I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuuuucks....
But I really don't give a fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
'Cause a brotha feels great great great great great great great great...
But I'm barely awake wake wake wake wake wake wake wake wake...
All bent outta shape shape shape shape shape shape shape...
So stomp on yo' brake brake brake brake brake brake brake...
If you toting good, then all the smokers, let me see ya flaaaaame.
Don't know what you got, but my bag'll.. put yo' stuff.. to shaaaaame.
All the different kinds and other flavors.. they don't mean a thaaaaaaang,
You can't compare it, don't stare, 'cause I got the ultimate mary jaaaaaaane.

[Chorus]
Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higha (Let's get hiighyaaaahh).
Got that blueberry yum yum and it's dat fiyah (It's dat fiyyaahhhhh).
Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higha (Let's get hiighyaaaahh).
Got that blueberry yum yum and it's dat fiyah (It's dat fiyyaahhhhh).

Nakilala (Freestyle)


Kay tagal ko nang hinahanap
Ang tunay na galak
Sa buhay na ang lahat ay di sapat
Di makapagpasalamat
Ang lahat ng dapat kong gawin
Parang ang hirap sundin
Pilit kong ituon ang pansin
Sa mga ba**na kay ganda sa paningin
Ngunit nang mapasa-akin
Tila walang ibig sabihin

CHORUS
Nang Ika'y aking nakilala
Nawala ang lahat ng mga problema
Kay gaan ng aking nadarama
Pagkat kasama Kita

Hangad ko lang naman na malaman ang sagot
Sa problemang pinasok
Ngunit ako'y takot
Na harapin ang pagsubok
Oh di ko malaman, di ko maintindihan
Kung ano bang pinagmulan
Nais ko lang makamtan
Ang ganap na kasiyahan…

(REPEAT CHORUS)
Magmula nang Ika'y aking nakilala
Nawala ang lahat ng mga problema
Kay gaan ng aking nadarama
Pagkat kasama Kita

BRIDGE
O kay sarap nang mabuhay
Dahil sa Iyo'y nagkaroon ng kulay
Dulot Mo'y pagibig na tunay
At walang hangganang buhay

CODA
Sa Iyo ko lang nakita, tanging Ikaw wala nang iba
Sa Iyo ako'y may buhay, punong puno ng kulay...

(REPEAT CHORUS TILL FADE)

We Don't Love 'Em (Mac)




[Mac Talking]
Yeah KLC DJ Wop it's all about them hoes
I know my nigga Wop don't love them hoes
My nigga KL he ain't loving them hoes
My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes
Y'all what's up with this Mac nigga feel it

To all the bitches hoes and all that shit
Running around with them tights on trying to find them tricks
Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand names
I see you tight coming you making it harder for the right woman
Off in the club giving rappers a hug
Trying to get some love letting them put their hands on your glove
Off in the limo you and that slim hoe
They hit the**and let their partner and them know
So now you on they demo
They wrote a rhyme about cha
They told the world how they got that out cha
All up in the mouth too you with the groupie route boo
They made you famous your man has got to be your bitch
He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't shit
Instead of ending it he defending it I'll give you that much
Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters
But he a buster cause everybody **ed you
But he the only one saying he love you
Woo you's a

Hoes hoes You know I'm bout them hoes hoes
But I don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
Wop don't love them hoes hoes
KL don't love them hoes hoes
Fiend don't love them hoes hoes
Coonts don't love them hoes
Check this out

I seen her in the house in blue shaking her**
Winking her eye at every nigga who passed
Trying to fell that glass put his pants back
The**fat but you asked backwards
A trip with a simple effect even don't have to
Simple things you be after you caught up in the rapture
Me and my nigga point at you with laughter
But get down or try to understand you world
And what it did to make you such a shallow**girl
I know you laid with this nigga that you met last night
You ** him because his white Land Cruiser's looking tight
Stroking telling you that it was love at first sight
But you don't realize that it was love for the night
Now you at the crib crying you sick of all them niggas lying
But you the one that's doing all the lying
Supplying the cat to all the niggas that be trying to mack
On the celia you wants to be real familiar

Now back at the spot where the champagne pop
You in the club corner getting wet in some rain drop
It's common to you so you except it
It's unknown how many niggas you done slept with

Chorus
We don't love them hoes hoes
We don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
I'm bout them hoes
Check it hoes

My nigga slim I let them hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo
My name is Macadon and I'll get all up in em' slow
I gives a ** I get bucked nigga what
My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them niggas know what's up
My girl Storm she definitely in the house
I'm from uptown so you niggas know I got all the clout
Murder murder kill kill

I Hear Music (Biz Markie)

One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds
Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z
Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K
And this goes out to my DJ
The cutmaster that no one cuts faster than
C-double-oh-L V
Drumroll V

[Verse One]
It's a different kind of sound that's in the air
It's not shots, fire**s, or a car that's there
A little different noise for your listenin pleasure
A sample from a record that's a four bar measure
Adults think this music is just a big headache
They think all this hard work, is just a piece of cake
They must be buggin, right out of they socks
Why don't they get up and try to do, the human beatbox
Cause back in the days when there was just block parties
A DJ would set up his equipment, and start these
live performances, and DJ tricks
A lot of different DJ's was on the mix
It is a proven fact, music is a universal language
From the tip of Long Island to the Verrezano Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last a year
All of a sudden, ten years later - "I hear music"

[Chorus: Cool V scratches "I hear music" over and over]

Cool V, give me a drum roll

[Verse Two]
I can't believe how hip-hop has progressed
With more and more groups that have finesse
We have groups on the East and West coast with different names
We all play a part if we didn't we'd go in flames
We all got to stick together as one
But at the same time, still have fun
Cause you don't wanna lose the love for the music
When you have it keep it, and make use of it
This is a lesson from the S-K Biz
Cause nobody else is gonna tell you like it is
Everyone thought that rap was just a phase
But it still continue, to muse and amaze
It gives people chance to show they true talents
Instead of submittin to the crime and violence
People said to me the S-K-B
Is rap gonna stay until infinity?
As long as me and V be makin up the beats
You will hear people sayin - "I hear music"

[Chorus]

Cool V, give me a drum roll

[Verse Three]
This is the ending, conclusion, kapiche?
Of this new hip-hop masterpiece
About people countin chickens before they're hatched
Recollatin on somethin that they can't match
They're creatin sounds of a hip-hop human bein
Whether you're American or European
Or even if you're from the West or East coast
I'd like to thank all of you, save the most
Don't diss each other by sayin who's better
Just do it the best way, and stick together
With different rhyme techniques and DJ cuts
And be crazy ambitious, and have a lot of guts
And the people buyin, thanks for your support
Cause if it wasn't for you, we'd all fall short
As long as there's radio, cars and jeeps
You know what you will hear?

[Chorus]

What, what? What, what what what what?
Yo V, yo yo what what what what what what what you hear?
I can't hear you man, scratch it up one mo' time!
Yo what you hear?
Yo Paul Sea, yo yo, what wha-what you hear?
Yo Godfather D, I ain't hear what he said, what you hear?

What's Up With That (Master P)

((Master P))
Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what
Lets show these mother**ers

((Chorus))
Master P dont take no bullshit
What up with that x4

((Master P))
I anit no joke and the TRU should be told
I write some rhymes and this shit go gold
Master P dont take no bullshit, thats what they sayin
straight to the top, endo they layin
Its time to house the set, and put some some punks to rest
and let you mother**er know that im the best
back in the days I used to lie for fun
now im gettin and im number 1
hardcore jams, and dope fiend beats
man I never sell out punk that just mean

((Chorus))

((Master P))
ahh once again
from the south now im kickin it in cali
I spot a gold chain, a beaper, and some balli
my main intension is to get paid
forget fame I write some shit that **s with you head
like Issi, kissi, risso, get off my jock your little his hoe
bates heads out for the pissite
mothers leaving kids in the middle of the nizzight
runnin those kids just holler
but the dope man dont give a **, hes all about the dizzolars
but if you mess with me, you pressin you luck
cute la shoot luber im a rapper that dont give a **

((Chorus))

((Master P))
from the hood, but you know I aint a gangbanger
a straight, could never be a slanger
I left home because mom started bitchin
now im gettin pid livin from the rags to the riches
hoes only out for the money
brothers on the corners gettin bossed like dummies
I cant drive through the hood without dogin the cops
young girls used to jump, roll now they sellin cock
my brother used to play nintendo
now the only game is to sell that endo
our house the set like a vet
im the new kid on the block, you bet
**in with P you got a hella of nerve
go back to sesame street, you look like big bird
or put your dukes up punk if you want some
or get your**chewed like bubble gum

((Chorus))

((Master P))
Ahhh
Ive been ruling the mic ever since my younger days
them C's start shivering, cause im sharper than a razorblade
control the crowd like a shark in the ocean
subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion
my dj g scratch gives him a hit
but the cops cant catch P cause im legit
the no limit mafia, is on the hip-hop scene
and if you down with master p, let me hear you scream

((Chorus))

((Master P))
yeah we out here chillin in K-Lou studios


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