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Lyrics

Traffic (Carbon Leaf)

Don't get mad at nothin'
(Anything) that passes by
Don't yank from the sky
You make up too many voices
Too many scenario's imaginari-OH!
Dreary load
Should keep on going...writing...riding
Too long for sitting...muscle atrophy
Look at me, I'm damning my transmission
We scramble for position,
Jockey for transmission
Just make it up (got to go!)
Makin' up for lost time
Drive To Reveal
Reinvent the wheel
Still making up for lost time
Traffic! Traffic!
Silly me. Simile is like a rat trap
Beast...
Beast in a steal cage.
Road rage, road rage, rode-dent-rage
Fess up, fed up. enough!
I'm messing up, make it up...for lost time

[CHORUS]

Bend shape twist and steal
Wrider's Block gets me down
Bark like a dog, yelp like Sting...
(I was hoping for my own thing)
This is not the road I should be on
This is not the road I should be on!
'Cause you might get hurt.
'Cause you could get lost
Oh, these infrastructure metaphors are a boar
I...aye, aye
I don't think I'll gO there in frustration
Make a clean departure, oh no.
There I GO!
Again!!
Road Trip on my own tongue.
Oh well,
I made it thru another one...

[CHORUS]

Windshield Movie so surreally
Given up on lost time...
Given up, got me down

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (Veggie Tales)

Narrator: "Joining Larry are Pa G**and Mr. Lunt, who together make up
the infamous gang of scalliwags, the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything!"
Larry, Pa, Mr. Lunt: "We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything! We just
stay home and lie around. And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just
tell you ..."
Larry: "We don't do anything!"
Pa: "Well, I've never been Greenland and I've never been to Denver, and
I've never buried treasure in St. Louis or St. Paul, and I've never been
to Moscow and I've never been to Tampa, and I've never been to Boston in
the fall."
All: "'Cuz we're the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything! We just stay home
and lie around. And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you
.."
Mr. Lunt: "We don't do anything. And I never hoist the mainstay and I
never swab the poop deck, and I never veer to starboard 'cuz I never
sail at all, and I've never walked the gang plank and I've never owned a
parrot, and I've never been to Boston in the fall."
All: "'Cuz we're the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything! We just stay at home
and lie around. And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you
.. We don't do anything!"
Larry: "Well, I've never plucked a rooster and I'm not too good at
ping-pong, and I've never thrown my mashed potatoes up against the wall,
and I've never kissed a chipmunk and I've never gotten head lice, and
I've never been to Boston in the fall!"
Pa: "Huh? What are you talking about? What's a rooster and mashed
potatoes have to do with being a pirate??"
Mr. Lunt: "Hey, that's right! We're supposed to sing about pirate-y
things!"
Larry: "Oh ..."
Pa: "And who ever kissed a chipmunk? That's just nonsense! Why even
bring it up? Am I right? What do you think?"
Mr. Lunt: "I think you look like Cap'n Crunch!"
Pa: "Huh? No I don't!"
Mr. Lunt: "Do too."
Pa: "Do not!"
Mr. Lunt: "You're making me hungry."
Pa: "That's it, you're walkin' the plank!"
Mr. Lunt: "Says who?"
Pa: "Says the captain, that's who!"
Mr. Lunt: "Oh, yeah? Aye aye, Cap'n Crunch!"
Larry: "And I've never licked a spark plug and I've never sniffed a
stink bug, and I've never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball, and
I've never bathed in yogurt and I don't look good in leggings ..."
Pa: "You just don't get it!"
All: "And we've never been to Boston in the fall!"

Jai Jai Shiv Shankar (Kishore Kumar Featuring Lata Mangeshka)

Chorus : Hai Jai Bolo Shiv Shankar Ki Jay
Kishore: Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya

Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Kishore: Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi

Lata : Ek Ke Do
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Do Ke Chaar
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Mujh Ko To
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Dikhte Hain
Kishore : Aisa Hi Hota Hai Jab Do Dil Milte Hai
Lata : Ek Ke Do
Do Ke Chaar
Mujh Ko To
Dikhte Hain
Kishore : Aisa Hi Hota Hai Jab Do Dil Milte Hai
Lata : Sar Pe Zameen Paanv Ke Neeche Hai Aasmaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Chorus : O Bansi Bhaiyya..He He He..

O More Raja Bade Jatna Se ki Chune teri phulwaari ke ri..

Lata : Kandhe Pe
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Sar Rakh Ke
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Tum Mujh Ko
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Sone Do
Kishore : Masti Men Jo Chahe Ho Jaye Ho Ne Do
Lata : Kandhe Pe
Sar Rakh Ke
Tum Mujh Ko
Sone Do
Kishore : Masti Men Jo Chahe Ho Jaye Ho Ne Do
Lata : Aise Men Tum Ho**e Ho Bade Beimaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Brrrr Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Chorus : He He He..Kya Kya

Kishore : Raste Mein
Lata : Hmmm
Kishore : Hum Dono
Lata : Hmmm
Kishore : Ghar Kaise Jayenge
Lata : Ghar Wale (ahh)Ab Hum Ko (ahh)Khud Lene Aayenge
Kishore : Raste Mein
Hum Donon
Ghar Kaise Jayenge
Lata : Ghar Wale (ahh)Ab Hum Ko (ahh)Khud Lene Aayenge
Kishore : Kuchh Bhi Ho Lekin Maza Aa**a Meri Jaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi (Aye) Main Mar Jaoongi (Aye)
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi

Chorus : Are Bajaao Re Bajaao Imaandaari Se Bajaao He He

Tequila Sunrise (Cypress Hill Featuring B Smooth)

Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog

B-Real: Mira joven... si busco a alguien, que mueva producto
pero que lo mueva con madre...
Sen Dog: Pos sabes que compa?... yo aqui, en el norte yo soy
el que controla yo te lo puedo mover todo... 80, 100 varos a la semana
te traemos toda la feria y limpio ese..
B-Real: Pues bueno, aqui tenemos un negocio... vamos hacer un bojitos...
tomamos no?... del gusano...
Sen Dog: Pa la salud!
B-Real: Pa la salud!... primero yo...
Sen Dog: Primero usted...
B-Real: *grrrrrah!*
B-Real and Sen Dog: *mexican yells*
B-Real: 'hora 'hora... quien está?...
Sen Dog: Cometelo!

Verse One: B Smooth

Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm mother**er
Tequila spice, hot nice
Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
for all you mother**in fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
I **in blast you like Frank Castle, mother**er!

Chorus

Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)

Verse Two: B-Real

I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, mother**er
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
** slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and **in clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top

Chorus

Verse Three: B-Real

Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, mother**er, while you burn, mother**er
Better kill me, don't let me return, mother**er
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a ** sip, caution it, but I never lie

Chorus

(music outro)

Drunk In The Club (Kingspade)

Yayyyuhh, we getting crunked up in here!
Haha, oh it's one of them tracks huh?
Yo we about to get **ed up!

If you always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your hands up like what (what what!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Then come and take a shot with us (us us!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your middle fingers up (up, up!)
Cause we always **ed up straight drunk in the club
DGAF don't give a ** (**!)

I'm always gettin' **ed up tore back, till I black out
A party ain't a party till somebody bust the jack out
I'm mixing polly with bacardi rippin' shots till I pass out
I'm flippin' 3 bitches, get some head and kick their asses out
Yo, **ed up in the club smokin' on bud

Gettin' drunk off the jack ya'll fools know wassup
D-Loc and J Rich breakin' out tools
Gettin' loose off the juice always actin' a fool
You know I get so faded to where I can barely function
Drinkin' all the free booze at the charity function
Cause an open bar to me is like cheese to a mouse
I get as much while I can and then I get the ** out!
Well I, get down when I'm drunk and stoned
And I, put it down on this microphone
So I, stay bent drinkin' beers smokin' bud
D-Loc and Johnny Richter on a mission GETTIN' **ED UP!

If you always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your hands up like what (what what!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Then come and take a shot with us (us us!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your middle fingers up (up, up!)
Cause we always **ed up straight drunk in the club
DGAF don't give a ** (**!)

Now I've been known to close the bar down
And when you hear last call better order more rounds
We're gettin' ready to pound we gotta bounce out quick
Cause when the clock strikes deuce bars closed, that's it
And when you bounce the spot you better be buzzed
Cause the party don't start until it gets a little fuzzed
And uh, After hours it ain't nothin' but nice
You got bitches suckin' dick and drunks startin' to fight
And I just want to make it back to the spot
Without a run in with the law cause I **in' hate cops
Plus I'm on probation facin a violation
For all this weed I'm blazin' shit's real I'm not playin'
I ain't playin' either I'm from Southern California
Growin' up in the west coast nickname D-Loc
Holler at your boy I be up in the club
Drunk as a motha' **a' with a bitch throwin' it up

If you always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your hands up like what (what what!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Then come and take a shot with us (us us!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your middle fingers up (up, up!)
Cause we always **ed up straight drunk in the club
DGAF don't give a ** (**!)

WE DRINK THAT!
Heinekin, Bud Light, Colt 45, New Castle, Natty Ice
WE DRINK THAT!
Keystone, Corona's and Mickey's, Michelob's, Del Soul's, Ingyenes, and OE's
WE DRINK THAT
Jager, Jack Daniels, Jameson, Vodka, Remmy, and Henny
WE DRINK THAT
Tuaca, Flavored Smirnoff Vodka, 151, and Captain Morgan's Private Stock

Aye yo D-double-dash not Double-O-Double-Double-O
Double-trouble juggalo? When I'm bubbled
Gettin' drunk don't fumble rock the party off heineken
And get loose with my flow just to let these fools know
And I'm the mother **er at the party gettin' dumb high
With my glass in the sky yellin' out, kung pai!
Everybody's gettin' lit who's the king
We are straight shit-faced you wouldn't even face shit
Now we all **ed up straight drunk in the club
Gettin' hitched, talkin' shit (you know that DGAF CLIQUE!)
Pumpin' off of the lip, and a punk don't trip
You know D-Loc and Johnny Richter ain't takin' no shit!

If you always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your hands up like what (what what!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Then come and take a shot with us (us us!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your middle fingers up (up, up!)
Cause we always **ed up straight drunk in the club
DGAF don't give a ** (**!)
If you always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your hands up like what (what what!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Then come and take a shot with us (us us!)
If you're always **ed up straight drunk in the club
Put your middle fingers up (up, up!)
Cause we always **ed up straight drunk in the club
DGAF don't give a ** (**!)

Cheapskate (Remix) (Sporty Thievz)




featuring Mocha

[Sporty]
Take two oh wow
Take two two.. Take two two

[Mocha]
I want it!

[Sporty]
Take two.. Take two

[Mocha]
Uh nah!

[Sporty]
Take two.. Take two
Take two.. Take two

<scratching>

Take two
Take two
Two two two

Chorus: Sporty Thievz

I want it uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it uh uh uh uh
I want it uh huh uh huh
"You ain't gettin nadda"

Aye Papi

[Sporty Thievz]
Yo I'ma a cheap cat, you peeps, I keep stacks
I don't care if you that, sweet rap, petite black
I'm tryin to shine yo, ?? stakes the dime yo ??
which means cheap, when you speak esponal
Come on, y'all know - if not, ask Mo'
Thinkin you gettin cash flow, then you'se a gassed hoe
I just let your**go, you know, spend my dough
Get sheisty hoes that pose in centerfolds
Clothes, uh oh, now your man done bought Timb's
Make you Phillip Hartman, Spartan jonnin

[Mocha]
Uh yo, uh ballin, it don't cost in flossin
And the same to these cats, forget who's boss and
stallin, on low, and I'ma leave ya crawlin
Mocha talkin all, off the wall and, what?

[Sporty]
What, all into my dough, involved in
Swim in my jacuz' then, like a dolphin
Well if I die, would you jump in my coffin?
Sell my law, then put all my cars in auction

Aiyyo, why I can't score without trickin no dough
Actin like I don't know how this trickin shit go
with these golddiggin, low-pro Moe squigglin hoes (chill!)
My Paul you right, I mean ** for the amounts (now)

[Mocha]
Who dat dime honey who got her eyes buggy
My style lovely, but you won't get a dime from me
None of my money, you must be sick
I'm the one who tips and leave her some crisp
Bet I eat cake and known to peep snakes
by the Cheapskatez, looking for a cheap date
Thinkin he gon' feed me fries and cheesesteaks
You gon see me escape, check the release date

Chorus: Sporty Thievz

I want it, uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it, uh uh, uh uh
I want it, uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it, uh uh, uh uh

I want it, uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it, uh uh, uh uh
I want it, uh huh uh huh
"You ain't gettin nada.."

[Sporty Thievz]
It all starts in the club, with a sip of somethin
Now she wanna fill the glass to the tip or somethin
Then a nigga dead wrong when he flip or somethin
Like huh, you want what! You better strip or somethin
Do it Player's Club style, work a hip or somethin
Get a ski mask, dump a clip in or somethin
Me, I'm more rich then poor, I just refuse to trick
Quick to holla (WHAT!) you ain't gettin nada damn dolla

KFC is good, but girls can't be chickens
Man listen, but what they can be is pigeons
Pigeons, the worst bird, that's my word
Eatin on curbs in herds lookin for herb
Chicks, they be frontin nice, but they whores really
Knew shorty was greedy when she pumped the 450
Mack on her titty like she **ed the whole city
Push an 850 and she leave ya cock spitty
I pulled up knockin Biggie, here kitty kitty (Who that?)
I'm lookin pretty jiggy, sweater all knitty (uh-huh)
What the deally? She said, "You sound Willie"
Next Chilly, I said you sound silly

[Mocha]
You's a little nigga, found a real illy
Niggas like lead only ** with big billies, you feel me?
Got a big house on the hilly, first style half a milli'
Take me shoppin, and illin
Drop-boxes, chef blowin up my lafa's
He threw all the pots, didn't even bill me the lobsters
Game tight, might throw you on my rocks y'all
but ain't gettin Cheapskate, nigga I got you

Chorus: Sporty Thievz

I want it, uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it, uh uh, uh uh
I want it, uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it, uh uh, uh uh

I want it, uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it, uh uh, uh uh
I want it, uh huh uh huh
"You ain't gettin nada.."

* music fades out *

Be Thousand (Casual)




[Featuring Tajai Snupe]
This is how we rollin
swollen on a Saturday
I had a way to chill hard
3 ill broads wanted to hook up
so I looked up Tajai and Snupe
call 'em up
aye yo what's up?
we need to troop to these hoe's house.
[Tajai] Yo where they stay at?
73rd and Lockwood
[Tajai] What?
But the cops good
[Tajai] Ohh aight
So don't trip
niggas aint sweatin
plus they wont flip if you don't say nothin
[Snupe] Yo, it aint no thing, I'll bring the Glock
Just in case these niggas on her block
don't wanna throw thangs. . .
[Snupe] Yeap
[Tajai] I'm wit it, let's bounce!
We gone
but first you know we
gotta go to Lee's so I can get me an O.E.
the hoes we
foolin' wit look tight
make a right
it might be that one cause she said her shit was blue and white
but she sure don't drive no Cutlass
what is going on? I'm thinking
nah, I'm tweaking
so we stepped to the door. . .
[Snupe] Yo, there they go!
Ooh, I'm gonna do the whore!
so I walk in. . .
[Tajai] Yo, I hear men talking in the next room
If they flex, doom will be hawkin'
[Tajai] Them hoes is lookin' good as phukk!
[Snupe] And if these niggas flex, they gone be gettin' bucked
Word 'em up
I'm glad I came with my men
ask these skins
yo who's these niggas in your den?
she said friends
just then the nigga walked in with no grin
fired up a stem and then said
"What you lookin' at?"
I replied, "Nigga, you could get took for that!
lets take it outside", huh
we stepped to her butch calmly
cause no nigga can harm me
I'll whoop his**in the grass
we square up
I caught my grill
he's hard, but still
he got a soft spot
I'ma beat him down until he cough up blood
thugs surround
but they can't tell my men
with the locks got a Glock supportin' me
he tried to rush me
but I bust him in his grill
caught him slippin'
and I said, "You oughta chill"
then his friend tried to jump in
I had to find a piece of lead to rub his rump in
suddenly the vice came
but them niggaz down the street in a dice game
I claim
they can't find out my name
I got a warrant
they wanna put me in the housing
I bust this nigga's shit
now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Now it's time to be thooooousand
Word up

I'll Be There (Rakim)

(Chorus)
I will always be there
I always be there for you
I will always be there
I'll be there

(1st verse)
I'm bout to meet my comrade on the busy Ave where we clash
Trying to see how much gritty cash this city has
Meantime harass every bitty that pass
And then here you come with your pretty**
All petite like you make ends meet on Wall Street
Your for keeps couldn't find a woman more complete
You got your head on tight and when you talk I like
For me and you two different walks of life
I'm in the streets too much I pack the heat too much
Put too much trees in the Dutch and don't keep in touch
You try to get in contact I don't respond back
Where the god at come back smellin' like cognac
Baby beware I'm tryin' my best to be fair
Aye yo-the key here is repair this love we share
Cause if we care we would prepare to see clear
Eye to eye we here as long as you be there

(Chorus)
I will always be there
I will always be there for you
I will always be there
I'll be there

(2nd verse)
Yo, I'm startin' to understand it you like your evenings enchanted
Love is bond, organic- restaurants romantic
Want me to take your hand and take you around the planet
But I take advantage and take you for granted
Call collect explainin' why I ain't came yet
I ain't winnin' the game yet can I get a rain check
Blow me a kiss in the wind, I'm missin' again
Don't let your sisters and your friends tell you this is the end
Talk a hole in your head puttin' bugs in your ear
Make you role in your bed when your thug ain't there
Somewhere around ladies know I get lonely and proud
Open my file baby you should know me by now
Tryin' to get paid and stay away from old sites
Find my place in life plus I like to hold mics
It might be seven whole days and seven whole nights
But yo it's gonna be alright just hold tight

(Chorus)
I will always be there
I will always be there for you
I will always be there
I'll always be there baby

(3rd verse)
Who said something good won't last forever
I know too much of any thing is bad ìwhateverî
Long as we have good and bad times together
Bad times make the good times that much better
Peaches and cream, diamonds and ice
You like pieces of dreams you shinin' in the night
Features of a Queen and your mind frame is tight
Timin' is right get ready for the time of your life
You speak about stackin' gees and havin' seeds
Apparently we know it's no guarantee
But losin' you boo who smooth as you
You unusual this is for the cool in you
And for the chill I will forever come real
Your appeal makes it hard to keep my love concealed
All it took was one look, one kiss, one meal
Now come feel, let's make this a done deal

(Chorus)(4x)
I will always be there
I will always be there for you
I will always be there
I'll be there

Woman A Trail Mi (Bounty Killer)

Aye yow

See di gal dem arrive

inna overdrive

wanna be ma bride

Aye yow

di gal dem come a mi flee market, hey

wid pan, bucket and basket

aye yow

Look at likkle shorty walk it

look at it, aye

Anyway



Woman a trail wi

waan wholesale mi

want wi inna bulk and who nuh waan retail mi

seh nah fail mi

neither blackmail mi

waan hol' mi juss to inhale,uh hah

Unnu good gal a trail mi

waan wholesale mi

who nuh want mi inna bulk a seh dem waan retail mi

and dem nah fail mi

neither blackmail mi

waan hol' mi juss to inhale mi, like dat



Woman tek car, truck, bus and bike gal walk it

fly dung like flee market

who nuh get, some truss, some beg and buy it

some run guh home guh talk it,

guh tell dem madda and dem granny and dem aunty and dem miss

and dem big fat sista name margaret

well woman tek off like rocket and a move faster dan a bullet

run come a mi a dem target, suh well

Whatever U Wanna Call It (Juelz Santana)



feat. Hell Rell

[Intro]
Uh-ohhhh!
Cold cold time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know

[Chorus]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose

[Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sleep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police
That's why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon

[Chorus]

[Hell Rell]
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)


Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can lean you a couple of clips
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We slangers (slangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz
Spend it all I ain't no cheap**nigga
I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!

[Chorus]

[Juelz Santana]
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure
We relax under pressure
Most of all, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect

[Chorus] - repeat to fade


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