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Originally posted by DaGreek

uhh with your tassels connected to your mirror with toyota written on your front windshield...

i was quoting from fresh prince's song summertime, maybe u have heard of it.... music guru

No way, tassles are cheese!

Summa summa summa tiiiime, gotta sit back and unwind

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Originally posted by deeelite1

That is what you are

Coming from above

Reachin for the Stars

Run away with me

To another place

We can rely on eachother OH OHHHHHHH

9 More days Mo-Fo's

Silly Its not from Above its AFAR

PRAS LYRICS

GHETTO SUPERSTAR LYRICS

FEAT. OL' DIRTY BASTARD AND MYA

(Ol' Dirty Bastard:)

Man man

Look up at the sky

All the stars man

The stars is beautiful tonight

Look at 'em

CHORUS:

(Mya:)

Ghetto superstar

That is what you are

Comin' from afar

Reachin' for the stars

Run away with me

To another place

We can rely

On each other, uh-huh

From one corner

To another, uh-huh

(Pras:)

Uh, yeah, yo, yo

Some got, hopes and dreams

We got, ways and means

The surpreme dream team

Always up with the schemes

From hubcaps to sellin' raps

Name your theme

My rise to the top

Floatin' on this cream

Who the hell wanna stop me

I hated those who doubt me

A million ReFugees

With unlimited warranties

Black Ceasar

Dating top skeezers

Diplomatic legalese

No time for a Visa

They just begun

I'ma shoot them one by one

Got five sides to me

Somethin' like a Pentagon

Strike with the

Forces of King Solomon

Lettin' bygones be bygones

And so on, and so on

I'ma teach this cat

How to live in the ghetto

Keepin' it retro-spective

From the get go

Lay low, let my mind

Shine like a halo

P-P-Politic with ghetto

Senators on the deelow

Repeat chorus

(Ol' Dirty Bastard:)

One two, and you don't stop, yo

My eyes is sore, bein' a senator

Behind closed doors hittin'

Truth to the seafloor

The rich go North ignore

The tug of war

While the kids are poor

Open new and better drug stores

So I became hardcore

Couldn't take it no more

I'ma reveal everything

Change the law

I find myself

Walkin' the streets

Tryin' to find what's really

Goin' on in the streets

(Pras:)

Yea, yo, yo, yo

Now every dog got his day

Needless to say

When the chief away that's

When them cats want to play

I told you, mess around

You fools like Cassius Clay

Stretch my heater make

You do a pas de bourree

Kick your balls like Pele

Pick 'em doin' ballet

Peak like Dante

Broader than Broadway

Get applause like a matador

Cry yellin', ole

Who the hell wanna save me

From B.K., to Cali

Come on

Repeat chorus

(Pras:)

Yeah, yo, yeah

Just when you thought

It was safe in a common place

Showcase your finest is

Losin' fast in the horse race

Two faced, gettin' defaced

Out like Scarface

Throw your roll money

Let me put on my screwface

(Ol' Dirty Bastard:)

Well I'm paranoid

At the things I said

Wonderin' what's the penalty

From day to day, I'm hangin' out

Partyin' with girls

That never die

You see I was

Pickin' on the small fries

My campaign tellin' lies

Was just spreadin' my love

Didn't know my love

Was the one holdin'

The gun and the glove

But it's all good as long

As it's understand

It's all together now

In the hood

Repeat chorus

(Pras:)

Uh-huh uh-huh

Uh-huh uh-huh

Yeah

All Stars

Yeah yeah yeah

Repeat chorus

(Ol' Dirty Bastard:)

Sing it baby

Sing it baby

To another

Yeah, hee, ahh

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Eazy-Duz-It

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore

You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more

Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot

Eazy-E, mutha fukaz cold knocking the boots

Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster

If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore

Getting stupid because I know how

And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)

8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping

Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping

Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches

The money that I make so I can add to my riches

Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat

Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat

A hardcore villain cold roaming the streets

And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

(Chorus)

Because I'm a gansta having fun

Never leave the pad without packing a gun

Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it

Boy you should have known by now, Eazy-duz-it

I was knocking mutha fukas out

What's your name boy

Funky, fresh Eazy-E

Kick, kick that shit

Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up

Stick my head out the window and I say what's up

To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box

But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks

A dice game started so I said what the fuk

So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck

Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7

Rolled them mutha fukas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got another point, I made a ten a fo'

Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'

Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich

Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch

He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last

So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast

He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)

As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)

(Chorus)

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)

Mutha fucking Eazy-duz-it

But how does he do it

Eazy-duz-it do it eazy

That's what I'm doing

STOP

Man whatcha gonna do now

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story

Straight out the box from the gangsta category

About a sucker, a sucker mutha fuka

He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker

he used to have a house car and golden rings

But the cooky cooky crack took all those things

he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house

Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out

Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit

Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit

Got to the station about a quarter of nine

Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone

Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone

All the things I did for her like keeping her rich

I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch

Well by now you should know it was just my luck

The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood cluck

I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up

And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up

Now back on the streets and my records are clean

I creped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine

Went to the house and kicked down the do'

Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

(Chorus)

From around the way, born in '73

Hardcore B-boy named Easy-E

It's '88 now, '73's obsolete

A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street

And if you all wanna hear some more

In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother

Word to the muthafuka

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