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Listen Afroman - Tall Cans (FULL)


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The Floor (Johnny Gill)

The Floor
Johnny Gill

(Gonna hit it) Ski-doody-doom-da-nah (oh yeah) ski-doody-doom-da-nah Ski-doody-doom-da-nah (oh yeah) ski-doom-dah

Bottoms up, it's too hot in here
Where's the fire truck when you need o-one
I want a firm foundation, a knockout derriere
I can't believe that my eyes are gaspin' for air

Unlike before, so much to explore
All I need and more, I'm gonna hit the floor
No kids in the candy store, get a lollipop at the door
I won't be no more, I'm gonna hit the floor

A bedrocker (a bedrocker) anytime, gotta keep, gotta keep it on the level
Lay it low (lay it low), with feet sky high (feet sky high)
When you drive a wide load, you better go for what you know

Unlike before, so much to explore
All I need and more, I'm gonna hit the floor-oor-oor-oor
So much to explore, I'm gonna hit the floor
I'm gonna hit the floor-oor-oor-oor, I'm gonna hit the floor

Earthquake shakes whenever you move
The word heartbreaker describes you
Nice full back, there just waitin' to score
A stallion to break, so whatever it takes
Got my boots, got my hat, got my ridin' pants
To enhance the romantic circumstance
With you-ou-ou-ou, you-ou, ahh, it's all I want

Here we go, I'm gonna hit the floor, so much to-oo-oo-oo-oo explore
Here I go, I'm gonna hit the floor
Soon as I hit the door, I won't be no more
I won't get, you're **y undies under the door

Whatever you want (yeah), whatever you need (yeah)
I'm gonna give it (yeah), just let me rule it

Gonna hit the, gonna hit the floor
Earthquake shakes whenever you move
The word heartbreaker describes you-ou-ou-ou
Nice full back just waiting to score-ore-ore
I tell you what I'm gonna do, Ic1

Black October (Aztec Jade)

Lady Madonna turn your eyes from me
Wipe away the tears from your face
Tears no man shall ever see

Hail Mary full of grace
Tainted by the blood we spill
Ours is not the master race
In deciding who to kill

Mother Mary please forgive me
A soldier's eyes are not his own
Blind to what they see

Mother Mary please forgive me
l'm just a pawn in a madman's game
No escape for me

From place to place
And cities they go
To cleanse them of humanity
Executions and cyanide
Disregard their dignity

His soldiers think they have the power
He thinks he holds the key
Killing people from the promise land
A trial weighs your destiny

Take away the pain from my eyes
I can't look upon the shame any more
Take away the pain from my eyes
His reichs not worth fighting for

As I look deep within your eyes
I see my own face of sin
Now I know within my end
A new age will begin

Mother Mary please forgive me
Take away the pain from my eyes
So I can no longer see

For Tonight (Flowing Tears)

For a while sunlight has faded
For a while the liveboats have passed
For a while children corroded
And all we see is utopian grasp

For tonight I feel not sorry
For tonight a cigarette for god
For tonight don't dare to call me
'Cause I'm not here.
I'm out for a walk.

For a life, for god and the nation
For a life forget how to love
For a life walking courageous
And all we fear is the heaven above

And for now I drink to the faithless
To the weak, the crippled, the tall
And for now, tomorrow and anon
Don't you now I don't care at all?

Deliver A Battle (Barathrum)

Black darkness of the night
Full moon is only light
Moonlight shines from the steel
Of swords ready to kill
Troop of bold warriors
Full of greatest pride
Those bravest men of war
Are ready to strike
Swords and armours
Shields and spears
All the weapons
Made of steel
They deliver a battle
To destroy the enemy
They deliver a battle
They spill the blood
They deliver a battle
They deliver a battle
The troop of full moon night
Full moon of strength and might
War-spirit fills their mind
Invincible they are
Enemies shall be killed
And their blood shall be spilled
One battle more to be
In list of victories
This is the doom and death
Of their weak enemies
That troop of warriors
Of invincible steel
Swords and armours
Shields and spears
All the weapons
Made of steel

Swing (Ani Difranco)

she came to and her
whole life was how she remembered it
she had a mouth full of fur
and she was laughing
she parked her hearse across
three spaces posted motorcycles only
and jumped out shouting
wha the cus could make a nice girl like us
feel so lonely?

are you weary as water
in a faucet left dripping
with an incessant sadness
like a sad record skipping
and an ugly and ornery
and shadowy dread
lurking like a troll under the bridge
between your heart and your head

please dumb blind kind sir
lend little miss listless a little bit of christmas
she's been a real good girl
but now she's stuck here
the world is so little and still
mysterious and ominous as ever before
like an unmarked bottle of pills
on the shelf right next to the thing
you were reaching for

swing the groove 'round here
where i can reach it
when i get my**back on track
i'm gonna need it
swing shift til i get the money
to buy me and my baby a moon full of honey
then i'm gonna turn off the nagging voices
inside my head
that follow me to bed and say
you suck...

("break it down" freestyle by Corey Parker added to this song during some performances)

if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down
racism stomp it in the ground
break it down
so if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
ignorance stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down

check, who said folk and hip-hop can't latch
put us together on the stage and light a match
kaboom, guess who stepped in the room
sweeping you off your feet like we had a broom
with ani difranco and maceo
add a little freestyle flow and who knows
put a little scratchin' into the mix
and it's enough to get you high if you need a fix

so, if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
ignorance stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down
if you dig it on the sound
break it down
no walls up, break it down
break it down
racism stomp it in the ground
break it down
happiness spread it all around
break it down

so, if you dig it on the sound
break it down

Hold Your Head Up (Clawfinger)

Burn your bridges, bite your tongue
dig your own grave what's done is done
What's in your head what's on your mind
time will tell don't look behind
What I keep inside my head is stuck right on my mind
and time will tell if I should look behind
Hold your head up, hold your head up high
Hold your head up, hold your head up high
Hold your head up, hold your head up high
Hold your head up, put up or shut up
Two steps forward and one step back
the time will come when you lose track
Speak your mind or sell your soul
Stand tall or fall down in a hole
I've got to speak my mind before I sell my soul
I've got to stand for what I am before I fall
Chorus
It's to late I guess what's done is done
I'd rather dig myself a grave than bite my tongue
so I take two steps forward and then one step back
I'm not afraid of losing faith I'm scared of losing track
Chorus

Tru 2 Da Game (TRU)




Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
this is for all the G's ou there
we bout it bout it
and g ettes i ain't forget about y'all uuuugggghhhh
gold look like this here

today I have a half an ounce
tomorrow I'll have a key
and if you tryin' to get some ice cream
won't you call me or won't you beep me

Looked out the window
it must be the giggidy first of the month
cause everybody in the ghetto is smilin' and dressed up
Little kids havin' fun in my neighborhood
And fiends walkin' up, talkin' bout its all good
See I'm a G, ????? I got that 2 for 3
And y'all a know that I slang, that I-C-E
And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames
Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man
My little homies posted up
some hang, hang, and some slangin'
Others gang bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay TRU to the game, and put the town on the map
But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up with them bouldas
And servin' fiends, A-1 yola
And still tryin' stay true with my frist meal
Cause in the ghetto, you got money, you might get killed
And stayin' TRU to the game, is a part of life
And if you don't player, you might lose your life

-chorus-
Tru 2 da game, Tru 2 da game
Ain't nothin' changed but my bank account
I'm still the same

[Silkk the Shocker]
Tryin' to have things major, they can't fade me
cash the chips like casino
Today I'm a keep it real, and chill, and get blitzed like Marino
My girl be fussin', she be tussin', constantly buggin'
Askin' me why I be hustlin'
I got money to make, so mother** it
I'm a keep it real, if it kills me
Y'all gonna feel me before I'm done
Ball till I have it all, I want the whole while
if not, I don't want none
Why I hang with the same ol' niggas
That's what they ask me
I be like, I'm the same ol' nigga
But 'stead, right now, I gets my sacks free
I gots to stay TRU fool, about my mother**in' mail
I'll be a rich**nigga, y'all gonna be visitin' me in the jail
I gots to ball, can't fall, gotta have things major
If you don't believe me, next year round this time
its Silkk up on his pager (then ask me)

-chorus-

[Big Ed]
Bustas can't see me, they blind
I claim TRU, I thought you knew
My foes catch elbows, cause I'm on em like a tattoo
Man I'm layin' low like the eyes of a danked out china man
Stayin' gangstafied
While I'm tryin' to make a million
But politicians run for office
They rather me bust a cap in a rat, cause they both gonna try and stop
this
Gangsta rap is what they call it
But I gots to come with the realness
So all my folks can feel this

-chorus-

[Mr. Serv-On]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that my momma will never weep
and let her live in peace and stop spendin' a hundred G's up in her sleep
When will it stop
I guess when they leave me lyin' on the block
With tears on my glock
A pocket full of lemon drops, laughin' at crooked cops
I guess I'm doin' what I gotta do
As long as I stay TRU, until they put me through
I know its a shame, things'll never change
I hope I live long enough to see my daughter spell my name
I'm TRU 2 Da Game

-chorus-

[Master P]
still the same
Master P, the whole TRU click (y'all gonna feel this)
TRU to the gizame (tru to da hood)
money can't change you, it just can make you
(never forget where i came from)
No Limit Records, Down South Hustlers (independent black owned)
and the West Coast Bad Boyz
and I told y'all, I can drop something anytime I want to
Y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
Cause they ain't TRU 2 da game
I could never forget where I came from
I'm from the ghetto
But I won't ever change
Cause I'm TRU 2 da game, believe that
Keepin' it real, keepin' it real
Never sell out, can never sell out
TRU 2 Da Gizame

Like A Jungle (C Murder)




I'm here to let the world know I'm hard to the TRU
You can't conquer my soul
Bossalinie a living legend
With physical evidence the world full of corruption

It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

Random hits on the block young homies packin glocks
Picture me a TRU villain, visualizin fools dyin quicker
Murder Murder's in the heart of every killer
Take a look into his eyes, it's evidence, of a homicide
Life gettin tooken faster than the egg leave the womb
Consider me endangered cause I know I'm dyin soon
Twenty-five years incarceration if I pull it
Bring the yellow tape, haters cain't overcome my bullets
Went to jail, tryin to get paid, still on a rampage
Jumped behind some bushes, dodgin cops, another close shave
I'm bumpin heads with the reaper
On a daily basis, can't sleep, with nightmares of dead faces
And watch the man in the mirror, I don't trust him
Check his weapon, it's a shame he got his boy blood on the muzzle
That's why I turn my head and leave him lonely, he phony
He got the whole hood waitin on the ceremony

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

I take a deep breath as I blaze this green mixed with hash
and trippin how the Outlawz smoked Tupac ashes
My homie Bad A$$ laid it down, he told me,
"C, real figures, gon' always be around
Livin in the minds and the hearts of the lost souls"
And much love to them Thugged Out Outlawz
Backstage, choppin game with Sean Dogg and Snoop Dogg
and to my thugs in the grave, we miss y'all
I give a toast to you soldiers, you ain't die for nuttin
I read the Bible say, every death mean somethin
And TRU soldiers make the world go 'round
Picked up the black history book and can't seem, to put it down
Black leaders gettin struck down at they peak
Open your eyes that an unliberated life is weak
And throw em up if you a soldier, I told ya
we'll burn this place down, cause them holocaust days is over

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
how I keep from goin under (how I keep from goin under)

Hmm, it's like a jungle out here baby (like a jungle out here)
From the streets to the top of the world (the world)
It's changin, and you got the eye on you, you don't even know
The eyes that's watchin yo' life, youknahmsayin, but uhh
we gotta maintain youknahmsayin evade all the problems
and danger brought on by accounts of struggle (struggle)
in society, a.k.a. the streets, a.k.a. our enemies (out enemies)
Black leaders (black leaders) keep doin what you doin (ya heard?)
P (P) keep doin what you doin (keep doin what you doin)
Know me -- I'ma keep bein the mouthpiece, for the hood
for the streets - cause I told ya, it's like a jungle baby
(straight up jungle) so keep it real (keep it real)
guard your grill (guard your grill) stay safe (stay safe, ya heard?)
(peace, it's like a jungle baby, it's like a jungle)

What It's Like (Everlast)

We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you **in' slob's all he replied

CHORUS
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like (X4)

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore

CHORUS
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like (X4)
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked daddies dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game

CHORUS
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like (X4)To have to lose...

I've Got To Have It (Jermaine Dupri Featuring Nas & Monica)

[JD](Monica)
Uh-huh, oh (Oh)
Uh-huh, oh
So So Def
(I've got to have it)
See this is what it's all about right her
Understand me see my life's real
I don't know about yours
Everything I do is an event
(I've got to have it)
Nas, Monica, and me
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh)
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? (What?)

[Nas](Monica)
When you see me with the crispy fade
Icing it out, glowing with the lights is out (hmm)
Yo say my name! (Ooh)
When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Mazuradi
It's probably me (ooh, oh)
Say my name!
When your hear this song bump in the club
When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs
Say my name!
I make it hot and take your block
Who they wanna be and hate they not
Yo say my name!
When your girl don't call you when you beep her
And you hit it and her thing feel deeper
Say my name!
Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear
While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name
Squeeze my gats beef is done
Police come you know the game
Don't say my name
Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy
Q.B., Dupri baby

[JD] (Monica)
When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin'
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to a neck full of glow
And a check full of O's, you know
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? Say my name!
(I've got to have it)


[Monica]
Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley
Bezzled up, bezzled up
Gotta have me a double O
With a six in the front
And a bump-bump in the truck
Gotta have me an escalade
My house is late
A man that keeps my bills paid
My records play every day
What can I say?
I've got to have it

[JD] (Monica)
When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin'
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to a neck full of glow
And a check full of O's, you know
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? Say my name!
(I've got to have it)

[JD]
When you see a black do-rag through the tint
Of a black Bent going too fast
Say my name
When you talk about longevity
And niggas who know how to keep gettin' that cash
Say my name
When you're sick of your songs
Sittin' on the right
And wanna know what the top feel like
Say my name
If you wanna know what being hot feel like
And shuttin' down the spot feel like
Say my name!
JD from the home where the bowls get thrown
And the dough get gone real quick like
Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain
Foolish ain't it?
Say my name!
Everything you did I've done did double
If you hate to see flash then your**is in trouble
Scram now and don't look back
Cause until I die it's like that

[JD] (Monica)
When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin'
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to a neck full of glow
And a check full of O's, you know
(I've got to have it)
When it comes to my honeys in the strip club
Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block
Like what? Say my name!
(I've got to have it)

[Monica]
I've got to have itÂ…


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