pkern Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 This one's a classic off the landmark kick-ass album, "...Nation of Millions...":Public Enemy"Don't Believe the Hype"Back! Caught you lookin' for the same thing It's a new thing - check out this I bring Uh Oh the roll below the level 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon Turn up the radio They claim that I'm a criminal By now I wonder how Some people never know The enemy could be their friend, guardian I'm not a hooligan I rock the party and Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist Preach to teach to all 'Cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run About the gun... I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe the hype... Yes! Was the start of my last jam, So here it is again, another def jam But since I gave you all a little something That we knew you lacked, They still consider me a new jack. All the critics you can hang' em I'll hold the rope. But they hope to the pope And pray it ain't dope. The follower of Farrakhan. Don't tell me that you understand Until you hear the man. The book of the new school rap game Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind We're brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and Not surrenderin' I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin' Some claim that I'm a smuggler Some say I never heard of 'ya A rap burgler, false media We don't need it do we? It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me? Don't believe the hype... Don't believe the hype – it’s a sequel As an equal, can I get this through to you? My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk. All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Comin' from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox Leader of the new school, uncool. Never played the fool, just made the rules. Remember there's a need to get alarmed Again I said I was a time bomb. In the daytime the radio's scared of me 'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime 'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine I get on the mix late in the night They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike Before I let it go, don't rush my show You try to reach and grab and get elbowed Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you As you get up and dance at the LQ When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos Then they clear the lane I go solo The meaning of all of that Some media is the whack You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof Suckers, liars get me a shovel Some writers I know are damn devils For them I say don't believe the hype Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? Their pens and pads I'll snatch 'Cause I've had it I'm not an addict fiendin' for static I'll see their tape recorder and grab it No, you can't have it back silly rabbit I'm going' to my media assassin Harry Allen, I gotta ask him Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type? Don't believe the hype I got flavor and all those things you know Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show Yo Griff, get the green black red and Gold down countdown to Armageddon -88 you wait the S1Ws will Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard Some sau I'm negative But they're not positive But what I got to give... The media says this? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 "I Left My Wallet in El Segundo" Tribe Called QuestQ-Tip:My mother went away for a month-long trip Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship She made a big mistake by leaving me home I had to roam so I picked up the phone Dialed Ali up to see what was going down Told him I pick him up so we could drive around Took the Dodge Dart, a '74 My mother left a yard but I needed one more Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit Came to a toll, we paid and went through it Had no destination, we was on a quest Ali laid in the back so he could get rest Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half The sun had just risen on a dusty path Just then a figure had caught my eye A man with a sombrero who was four feet high I pulled over to ask were we was at His index finger he tipped up his hat "El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto" Needed civilization, some sort of reservation He said a mile south, there's a fast food station Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?" (Well describe to me what the wallet looks like) Anyway a gas station we passed We got gas and went on to get grub It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere Anywhere would have been better I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em Ali had the fruit punch When we finished we thought for ways to get back I had a hunch Ali said, "Pay for lunch" So I did it Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady She was a waitress there Put the wallet down and stared and stared To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed: "Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?" I checked for keys and started to step What do you know, my wallet I forget Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man Lord, have mercy The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me I fell bad but he makes me feel badder Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound Three days coming and three more going We get back and there was no slack 490 Madison, we're here, Sha He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow" Thinking about the past week, the last week Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said "Why?" I said, "We gotta go 'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo" Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get, I got-got ta get it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 "Bring Tha Noize"Public Enemy (With Anthrax)-Ridenhour-Shocklee-Sadler-Anthrax-Bass! How low can you go?Death row what a brother knowsOnce again, back is the incredibleThe rhyme animalThe incredible D. Public Enemy number oneFive-O said "Freeze!" and I got numbCan't I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?But it's the wax that the Terminator X spunNow they got me in a cell 'cause my records they sell'Cause a brother like me said "WellFarrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen toWhat he can say to you, what you ought to do"Follow for now, power to the people say,"Make a miracle. D, pump the lyrical"Black is back, all in, we're gonna winCheck it out, yeah y'all, here we go againChorusTurn it up! Bring tha noize!Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than madAt the fact that's corrupt as a senatorSoul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope'Cause the beats in the lines are so dopeListen for lessons I'm saying inside musicthat the critics are blasting me forThey'll never care for the brothers and sistersnow across the country has us up for the warWe got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to waitTill we get it rightRadio Stations I question their blacknessThey call themselves black, but we'll see if they play thisChorusGet from in front of me, the crowd runs to meMy deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya knowHe can cut a record from side to sideSo what, the ride, the glideshould be much safer than a suicideSoul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'rollMusic for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, manMakin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya knowYou call 'em demos, but we ride limos, tooWhatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of youBeat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko OnoRun DMC first said a deejay could be a bandStand on its feet, get you out your seatBeat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hellWax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bellsEver forever, universal, it will sellTime for me to exit, Terminator X-itChorusFrom coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast doseRock with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask?Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted asWe got to pleed the fifth, we can investigateDon't need to wait, get the record straightHey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor TerminatorX to sign checks, play to get paidWe got to check it out down on the avenueA magazine or two is dissing me and dissing youYeah, I'm telling you Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 "Me Myself and I"De La Soul[Dove]Mirror mirror on the wallTell me mirror what is wrong?Can it be my De La ClothesOr is it just my De La SoulWhat I do ain't make believePeople say I sit and tryBut when it comes to being De LaIt's just me myself and IIt's just me myself and I (repeat 3x)[Posdonus]Now you tease my Plug One styleAnd my Plug One spectaclesYou say Plug One and Two are hippiesNo we're not, thats pure Plug BullAlways pushin that we formed an imageThere's no need to lieWhen it comes to being Plug OneIt's just me myself and IIt's just me myself and I (repeat 3X)[Dove]Proud, I'm proud of what I amPoems I speak are Plug Two typePlease oh please let Plug Two behimself, not what you read or writeWrite is wrong when hype is writtenon the Soul, De La that isStyle is surely our own thingNot the false disguise of show-bizDe La Soul is from the soulAnd in fact I can't denyStrictly from the Dan called StuckieAnd from me myself and IIt's just me myself and I (repeat 3X)[Posdonus]Glory Glory HalleluGlory for Plug One and TwoBut that glory's been deniedBy concensing dookie eyesPeople think they diss my personby stating I'm darkly packedI know this so I point at Q-Tipand he states, "Black is Black"Mirror mirror on the wallShovel chestnuts in my pathJust keep all nuts twistin upso I don't get an aftermathBut if I do I'll calmly punch themin the 4th day of JulyCause they tried to mess with third degreeThat's me myself and IIt's just me myself and I (repeat 3X) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 "Scenario"Tribe Called QuestChorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.Here we go yo, here we go yoSo what so what so what's the scenarioHere we go yo, here we go yoSo what so what so what's the scenarioVerse One: Phife DawgAiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rapWell whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to batNo batteries included, and no strings attachedNo holds barred, no time for move fakinGots to get the loot so I can bring home the baconBrothers front, they say the Tribe can't flowBut we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe soSleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z's troopBut here's the real scoopI'm all that and then some, short dark and handsomeBust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come fromI'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to hereMy days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH)Head for the border, go get a tacoI'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-goSit back relax and let yourself goDon't sweat what you heard, but act like you knowVerse Two: Charlie BrownYes yes y'all (yes y'all!) who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!)real live y'all (live y'all!)Inside outside come around... (who's that??) BrowwwwwwwwnSome may, I say, call me CharlieThe word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob MarleyLayback on the payback, evolve rotate the gates.. CONTACT!Can I get a hit? (HIT!)Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flipEast coast stompin, rippin and rompinNew York, North Cak-a-laka, and ComptonChecka-checka-check it out!The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounceAnd wow how now wow how now Brown cowWe're ill till the skill gets downFor the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the newbut the rest are doo-dooFrom radio, to the video, to ArsenioTell me! Yo, what's the scenarioVerse Three: Dinco D(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie dooScenario's ready yo, rates more than fourScores for the smores that smother dance floorsNow I go for mine, shades of sea-shoreShip-shape plush Grape Apes to play tapes[Papes make drapes?] great for the wakesof an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leaderBass innerspace means peace see ya laterLater? (LATER!) Later alligatorPop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflaterSo yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flowFunk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fightLaugh yo, how'd that sound? (ohhhhhh!)Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta RhymesIt's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)I could give a damn about a ill subliminalStay away from crime cause I ain't no CRIMINALI love my young nation, groovy sensationNo time for hibernation, only elationDon't ever try to test, the water little kidYo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I didI heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKEDThen baby puked then you had TO SMACKCausin rambunction, throughout the sphereRaise the levels of the boom, inside the earYou know I did itSo don't violate or you get violatedThe hip-hop sound is well agitatedWon't ever waste no time on the played out egoSo here's Busta Rhymes with the, ScenarioVerse Five: Busta RhymesWatch, as I combine all the juice from the mindHeel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewindPowerful impact BOOM! from the cannonNot braggin, try to read my mind just imagineVo-cab-u-lary's necessaryWhen diggin into my libraryOh my gosh! Oh my gosh!Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-aUh, uh uhh, all over with the track manUh, pardon me, uhh, as I come backAs I did it yo I heard you beg your pardonWhen I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadronRRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragonChange your little drawers cause your pants are sagginTry to step to this, I will, fits you in a turbanAnd had you smellin ripe, like some old stale urineCheckady-choco, the chocolate chickenThe rear cock diesel, buttcheeks they were kickinYo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhymethe rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)Rippin up this dance just like a radioObserve the vibe and check out the scenario!!*chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker!Chorus 2X Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
reefer14 Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 U hit the scenario right on the spot everyone knows those lyrics but i think u guyz missed one of the most known songs ever!!!!!G:Regulatorswe regulate any stealing of his propertyand we damn good tooBut you can't be any geek off the street,gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep!REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP!G:It was a clear black night, a clear white moonWarren G was on the streets, trying to consumesome skirts for the eve, so I can get some funkjust rollin in my ride, chillin all aloneNate:Just hit the Eastside of the LBCon a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweakall you skirts know what's up with 213G:So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewissome brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this"I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?"some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck."Nate:Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swervethese hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curbWon'tcha think of better things than some horny tricksI see my homey and some suckers all in his mixG:I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myselfI can't believe they taking Warren's wealththey took my rings, they took my rolexI looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?"Nate:They got my homey hemmed up and they all aroundain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for poundI gotta come up real quick before they start to clownI best pull out my strap and lay them busters downG:They got guns to my headI think I'm going downI can't believe this happenin in my own townIf I had wings I could flylet me contemplateI glanced in the cut and I see my homey NateNate:Sixteen in the clip and one in the holeNate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn coldnow they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit lateNate Dogg and Warren G had to regulateI laid all them busters downI let my gat explodenow I'm switching my mind back into freak modeif you want skirts sit back and observeI just left a gang of those over there on the curbG:Now Nate got the freaksand that's a known factbefore I got jacked I was on the same trackback up back up cause it's onN A T E and methe Warren to the GNate:Just like I thought they were in the same spotin need of some desperate helpthe Nate Dogg and the G-childwere in need of something elseone of them dames was sexy as hellI said "ooo I like your size."she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice,would ya let me ride?"I got a car full of girls and it's going real swellthe next stop is the Eastside MotelG:I'm tweakinginto a whole new eraG-Funkstep to thisI dare yaFunkon a whole new levelNate: the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the trebleG:ChordsStringsWe bringsMelodyG-Funkwhere rhythm is lifeand life is rhythmNate:If you know like I knowyou don't wanna step to thisIt's the G-Funk erafunked out with a gangsta twistif you smoke like I smokethen you high like everydayand if your ass is a buster213 will regulate-Reefer THE WORLD IS A BIG PUSSY WAITING TO GET FUCKED! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 Originally posted by reefer14 Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricksgotta give 'em some cred...i never realized the lyrics weren't the typical "any bitches and ho's will do just fine" typa sh!t. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quoth Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 bro theres plenty of good ones that are still missed i mean we can't post every single friggin one of them, but this one right here is the one that we REALLLLLLLY missed posting ....Check Yo SelfIce Cube f/ Das EFX Intro: Das EFXYeah! Word is bond!Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayinStraight from the sewer, word is bond!Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my niggaWhere my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfuckerWord is bond! (Yeah!)Verse One: Ice CubeYou better check yo self before you wreck yo selfCos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealthDroppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarmsDoin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha AlpineSold it for a six-o, always let tricks knowAnd friends know, we got the indoNo I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of PainAnd no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!)Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch thisAnd I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck yaHere to let you know boy, oh boyI make dough but don't call me DoughBoyThis ain't no fuckin motion pictureA guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'chaAnd hit ya, takin that yack to the neckSo you better run a checkChorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube[Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self[ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your healthHook: Das EFXMic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)*repeat 2X*Verse Two: Ice CubeTricks wanna step to Cube and then they get playedCause they bitch may pullin out a switchbladeThat's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-oAK-47, assault rifleHold the fifty, I'm nifty, powI gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bankBut steady talkin shit in the holding tankFirst you wanna step to meNow your ass screamin for the deputyThey send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver rowNow they runnin up in ya slowYou're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)Now your name is just TwanSwitch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neckYou better run a checkChorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self[ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo healthHookVerse Three: Ice CubeIf you're foul, you better run a make on that license plateYou coulda had a V8Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)I got six and I'm aimin emWill I shoot or keep you guessinCause fuck you and that shit ya stressinBitch, get off the wood, you're no goodThere goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)Go ahead and keep your drawersGivin up the claps and who needs applauseAt a time like this, pop the coochie and ya deadThe bitch is a Miami Hurricane hitSprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'Nappy dugout, get the fuck outCause women like you gets no respectBitch, you better run a checkChorus Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self[ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
siceone Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 The Pharcyde Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde Passin Me By Now in my younger days I used to sport as shagWhen I went to school I carried lunch in a bagWith an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kissAlways got mad when the class was dismissedBut when it was in session, I always had a questionI would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk andhelp me with my problem, it was never muchJust a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touchOh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hugShe was married to the man, he was a thug, His name was Lee, he drove a Z,he'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clockI was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the busFirst I'd write her name then carve a plus,with my name last, on the looking glass,I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her passShe keeps on passin me by...When I dream of fairytales I think of me and ShellySee she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell meThat I should quit chasin' and look for something betterBut the smile that she shows makes me a go-getterI haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with herI just play it by ear and hope she gets the pictureI'm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the triggerShe could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga)But, all I can do is stare...Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dareNow she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-catednot at all over-rated, I think I need a prayerto get in her boots and it looks rather dryI guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eyeAlthough she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her strideCause I won't have no more of this passin me byAnd I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have meStrung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggieShe was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fanDude, she looked good, down side: she had a manHe was a rooty-toot, a nincompoopShe told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coopShe was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understandBy lettin her pass I had proved to be a better manShe keeps on passin me by...Now there she goes again, the dopest EthiopianAnd now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eyeoverlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existanceFrom a distance I desired, secretly admired her;Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very wellNow let me tell you about the feelings I have for youWhen I try, or make some sort of attempt, I sympDamn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!'Cause then I would let you know that I love you soAnd if I was your man then I would be trueThe only lying I would do is in the bed with youThen I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tenderThe letter came back three days later: Return to SenderDamn!She keeps on passin me by...Thats my shit right there-C Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 Originally posted by quoth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms...Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self...Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)DEFINATELY some classic lines here. thanks!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quoth Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 hell yea YO u and heretic909 MUSTTTTT meetup at Limelight i was pissed u guys werent at Vinyl sat night...but i heard u guys are cool and know yer electronica shit like me..so no doubt get yer ass to Limelight friday for a meetup...peace...-Quoth Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LavenderMenace Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 De La SoulBitties in the BK LoungeYo man let me make some Cpt. Krunch man alrightYo man we have any milk?Yeah, what time is it?I don't know, what day is it?Don't know, well I'll tell you. Well it was a Wednesday me and Boss Hog was kinda hungrylike two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuceand a glass of milk and some cookies.Spotted in the mist was a BK logowhat we said - well what do you knowthis chick thought I was trying to play flycause I had a pair of blue jeans on.Young girl, won't you take my order?she said, "Yeah, but right now I'm kinda busy...can't you see I'm trying to put this band aid on my finger?"Lingering, I could tellshe's a B-K mademoiselleRipped uniform and bottom belland some Jelly stuff on her sleeveLook to this cause I had no name tag on my collarcould be pissed cause she's clocking 2.45 an hourAnd then Boss Hog hollar"Girl you better make this quick!"She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your chick!"I had an idea and lickity splittook my hat off and that was itDread locks fallen all over me and then I said"Yeah now we'll see!"And o' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized"Ain't you that guy?""Aint you that GIRL!""De La Soul, right?""No Tracy Chapman!""Why don't you come over to the counter; and write me out an autograph?"Ha ha ha, I had to laughShe was quick with the Bic just to get that autographBut me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed"What's the name of that song you sing?""Living in a fast car," I saidForget about the order I madeI'll go get a slice of pizza instead.Bitties in the BK lounge, All they do is beg and they scroungeBitties in the BK lounge "Excuse me, would you take my order I have to go Shashawna's got a real job, dag don't you know!"Oh yeah, Now I recognize The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?Yes you can, but you can keep your liescause you know you can't diss mebut your pissing me offI know where you live and I know that your softYou're as booty as they come [booty?]and you dress like a geekmy shoes cost more than you make in two weeksLook, you don't have to play fly in hereI can tell your fly by the weave that you wear!But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray By the way yo, here's yoursI know your just sweating me to kill the noiseof your polyester pants and thier o' so high watersLook at what you do all day but take ordersYou bow tie wearing, clocking and staringI know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrapI think you Chubby for my man is living slackYeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in schoolselling devil rock to the fiends and the fools!With one hand that punk I could snap- the kid is so skinny...But we be livin fatSpeaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odorBetter yet pour it down the pants and let the acid killthe smell that should have been left to Masingel!Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jetI got to much family to heed your threatsAre you a family man? [Word booty!]Well I shouldn't be surprized your sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying friesDon't even try that shit!Oh damn look! [What?]Here comes one moreIt's your father he just finished mooping the floorNow give them a hand, its the BK clan So you can't talk garbage about who I amwell, arn't we living foulSpeaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?Ops I meant you sorry for the mix upbut your stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups!I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man!{You'd better!}I think theres something you should understandI try to be nice and help the poor make moneyAnd since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy!Now B-K workers is too damn rudeI think I'll go get me some Chinese food Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
heretic909 Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 Originally posted by quoth hell yea YO u and heretic909 MUSTTTTT meetup at Limelight i was pissed u guys werent at Vinyl sat night...but i heard u guys are cool and know yer electronica shit like me..so no doubt get yer ass to Limelight friday for a meetup...peace...-Quoth No can do I spin Fridays Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 "Mama Said Knock You Out"LL Cool JC'mon man And with the local news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback Don't call it a comeback I've been here for years I'm rocking my peers Puttin' suckers in fear Makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon Listen to the bass go boom Explosions, overpowerin' Over the competition I'm towerin' Wrecking shop when I write these lyrics that'll make you call the cops Don't you dare stare, you better move Don't ever compare Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced Competition's payin' the price I'm gonna knock you out Mama said knock you out (repeat) Don't you call this a regular jam I'm gonna rock this land I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm And I'm just gettin' warm Just like Muhammed Ali They called him Cassius Watch me bash this beat like a skull That you know I've beef with Why do you riff with me The maniac psycho And when I pull out my jammy get ready Cause I might go Blaw! How you like me now? The ripper will not allow You to get with Mr. Swift or Rift, Listen to my gears shift I'm blasting, I'm blasting Kinda like shaft, so you can say I'm shafting Oh, English filled my mind, and I came up with a funky rhyme I'm gonna knock you out Mama said knock you out (repeat) Shadow boxing when I heard you on the radio, UH I just don't know What made you forget that I was raw But now I gotta new tour I'm going insane Startin' the hurricane Releasin' pain Lettin' you know You can't gain or maintain Unless you say my name Rippin' Killin' Diggin' and drillin' a hole Pass the Old Gold I'm gonna knock you out Mama said knock you out (repeat) Shotgun blasts are heard When I rip and kill at will The man of the hour, tower of power I'll devour I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand That I'm not your average man When I gotta jammy in my hand Damn! Oooooh! Listen to the way I slay Your crew Damage (repeat) Destruction, terror, and mayhem Pass me a sissy so sucker I'll slay him Farmers (WHAT) Farmers (WHAT) I'm ready (WE'RE READY) I think I'm gonna bomb a town Get down Don't you never, ever Pull my lever Cause I explode And my nine is easy to load I gotta thank God Cause he gave me the strength to rock Hard I'm gonna knock you out Mama said knock you out (repeat) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mjr203 Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 GANG STARRMOMENT OF TRUTHalbum: MOMENT OF TRUTH[some Jamaican lady]No matta wat we fyaceWe mus face de moment of trut baybeChorus & Verses - GuruThey say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you doYou always gotta watch motherfuckers around youNobody's invincible, no plan is foolproofWe all must meet our moment of truthThe same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang withcould set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the languageIt's universal, you play with fire it may hurt youor burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn throughLet's face facts, although MC's lace tracksit doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace backThat goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trustIt's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bustBut I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this pointSo I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole jointCultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll dieYou know I be the masterof the who what where and whySee when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull yaAlways selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull yadown, just like some shellfish in a bucketcause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a wormBut just as you'll receive what is comin to youEverybody else is gonna get theirs tooI ain't no saint, therefore I cannot disputeThat everyone must meet their moment of truthActions have reactions, don't be quick to judgeYou may not know the harships people don't speak ofIt's best to step back, and observe with couthFor we all must meet our moment of truthSometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come nearDon't fear things get severe for everybody everywhereWhy do bad things happen, to good people?Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evilThe situation that I'm facin, is mad amazinto think such problems can arise from minor confrontationsNow I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacinDark clouds over my head, my heart's racinSuicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guyDon't even feel like drinking, or even gettin highCause all that's gonna do really, is acceleratethe anxieties that I wish I could alleviateBut wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, beforeSo I oughta be able, to withstand some moreBut I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yoI'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mindI put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nineMy only crime, was that I'm too damn kindAnd now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mineBut they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetimeAnd you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymesSo like they say, every dog has it's dayAnd like they say, God works in a mysterious waySo I pray, remembering the days of my youthAs I prepare to meet my moment of truth("You should know the truthAnd the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_)Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for startAnother one, is pointed at your weak ass heartNow if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded linesYou're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimesCrack the spines of the fake gangstersYeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio prankstersYo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?Or will you be looked upon strangely?I reign as the articulator, with the greater dataRevolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jamWhile others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphotsI explore more, to expose the coreA lot of MC's, act stupid to meAnd we have yet to see, if they can match our longevityBut anyway it's just another dayAnother fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap displayStyles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove itYou dig it and you dug it cause like money you love itThe king of monotone, with my own throneRighteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclonesStormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlightYour image and your business, were truly not done rightThrow up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviorsYou got no hand skills there's no security to save yaNo pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-yI came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an endingMy art of war will leave you sore from the abuseCause you must meet your moment of truthFirst Chorus Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 Originally posted by mjr203 Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproofWe all must meet our moment of truthnice one. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bLizAnci Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 Hello it's the soul Troopin' in wit the Jungle patrol And this one's about the KO's the knockouts out there Who's holdin' my buddy Hold up (wait a minute) POS: Now just wait We're gonna talk about Buddy on this plate But before we let the herd out the gate Make sure the all the levels are straight out the jungle (The Jungle, the Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers) AFRIKA: De La Soul from the soul Black medallions no gold Hangin' out wit Pos hangin' out wit Mase Buddy buddy buddy all in my face MIKE G: For the lap Jimbrowski must wear a cap Just in case the young girl likes to clap Ain't for the wind but before I begin I initiate the buddy with a slap Q-TIP: Now for the next I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest And when I quest for the buddy I don't fess For my jimmy wants nothin' but the best (the best) The best (Ooh Wee!) Let's stick out jimmy and see what we can catch (Stick em up, stick em up jimmy) Next won't be needed unless (Jenny wanna get right to the flesh) (Sweet little woman, sweet little woman) POS: I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y (why) Cause I never let it walk on by When it comes to me and Jenny I seem (very serious) Like a Peak Freen Buddy is the act that occurs on the lip when Jenny and jimmy start shootin' the gift Boy let me get shot I won't even riff AFRIKA: Buddy buddy don't you know you make me go nutty I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy Not too skinny and not too chubby Soft like silly putty Miss Crabtree I hope that you're not mad at me Cause I told you that it was your buddy That was making me ever so horny Junglelistically horny DOVE: On the dial my buddy talks to me for a while Plug Two is the Q-TIP: Q to her tip DOVE: On the A side and sometimes the flip (Gotta gotta flip this record) Buddy is the bud to my daisy tree And the luuden to my do-re-mi And the pleaser to my man Plug 3 (Plug 3 gets all the buddy) MIKE G: Behind my bush my buddy likes the way that I push And like a champ just knock it on out Never ever once sellin' out (Oh let loose the juice) My buddy helps me to (De La my Soul) Keepin' jimmy in total control Without Buddy I'd be on a roll (La la la l-la la la la, la la la l-la la la la) Q-TIP: Hey girl I heard ya lookin' for some good times If you Quest from the Soul here's what we'll find A whole lot of fun lots of fun together Just like kissin' cousins (yeah that's kinda clever) Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close If you be my buddy I will toast That we're like Ethel Merts and Lucille MacGillicuddy You can be mines and I can be your buddy DOVE: The best buddy's in evening wear Long lovin' less Tru know (he's in there) I feel sorry for those who pay a fare (a fee) word to the D I don't beg I just tease my buddy with my right leg And when it's ready what's said is buddy is best in bed AFRIKA: Fly buddy told us all to get into a circle Said don't worry cause I won't hurt you All I really wanna do is freak you (she freaked us) MIKE G: And I watched and then I checked my swatch To see the time The Soul had formed a buddy line And that buddy was (mine all mine) POS: Now when Tribe, the Jungle, and De La Soul Is at the clubs our ritual unfolds Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands (Then Jenny start flockin' it everywhere) Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware Yo fellas should we keep her aware (Mmm Hmm, yeah!!!) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bLizAnci Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 That's How I Did 'Em - Big Daddy KaneDaddy Daddy tell me a story of how you took out that wack MCNo Daddy, tell them how you beat down that bootleggerDaddy Daddy tell us a story![big Daddy Kane]Heh heh, alright, alright, alright y'all OKCome on y'all, crowd around Daddy now OK? C'monY'all just sit there and listenI'ma tell you about the MCand I'ma tell you about the bootlegger, OK?Here we go childrenIt happened at a jam, some kid tried to sham on the programSo I had to silence the lamb and show him who I amSo I just set it off on my competitorFreakin the funk as I hit em with crazy metaphorsLike back up off me Dukes, because you're trippinYou better dry your cranium off, cause your brain is slippinYou beatin me is somethin that I doubtThe only way you could bake Kane is workin in a crackhouseNo man alive can withstand the Kane flowI kick so much flavor that my shoes look like a rainbowYou need a whole lot of practice, you thought that you wason the money so I took you out like taxes!Now you can Flea Off, releasin me G, easy beto keep the great MCThen I throw em I lean and mean record to sparkSo I can school that ass just like Joe Clarknext I translated, my rap is more educatedand made it complicated for him to illustrate itMy dexterity, put him in fear of meand had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin seeThat was enough to slow his whole train of thought downSo I just speeded the pace up more than enough for him to come aroundI triple the words, when makin the rhymes, whatever the rhythmPuttin his mind in a prisonAnd oh yeah, that's how I did emThat's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY)I was out flex, lookin cold sex in a Lex'Sippin on a Beck's, pumpin the remix of Das EFXDrive down 125th with my manAnd what did I see, bein sold at the stand?A bunch of bootleg tapes that he had claim on itSo I snatched everything with my name on itAnd give me that Kool G. Rap tape, and give me that Ice Cubeand all the Wu-Tang joints, cause they're my boys tooA man tryin to make a livin, I can't knock itBut now you tried to take money out of my pocketWord to Miz, what the problem is, is that the kidsdidn't buy it from The Wiz, they bought your shaky fibs sonow it's time to move him off the blockPass me the glock cause I might make a body rockAnd I'll break down sixteen shotsThat's One + Eight + Seven on a undercoverbootlegger, you're worse than a beggarMakin a fake profit, stop itCause I work hard for the money, to make cash flowto have another come along and take my doughNoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooSo I just told my man, aiyyothrow the tapes in the LexusThen we burned his whole stand down just like Waco, TexasAnd then I jumped on the brother, with rageCrushed his ribcage, damn did he get slayedCause I don't think he even know whatever hit himBootleggers beware, cause yeah I did emThat's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY)Give it your best shot, bring it with all you gotAnd watch the bombs I drop just rock your knotCause it ain't wise to address meI wouldn't advise a schoolteacher to test meCause I don't just do em, I run through emAnd I don't just hurt, uh uh, I body work emLyrical torture, never could support yaFor steppin to me, agony is what it brought yaCause you never seen this type of lyrical geniusthat could never be touched, and I mean thisSo one love, I'ma leave you with the rhythmAin't no need to go off, cause yo hon know I did emThat's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ronalds Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 Artist: Brand NubianAlbum: One For AllSong: Slow DownSlow down (repeat 3X)Verse one: Derrick X (Sadat X)Hey baby your hips is getting bigNow you're getting thin you don't care about your wigNow Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakersI wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakersThe object of your affection is the tree-top connectionOr basically you love to smoke the woolsThe crackheads attract man they come up to my doorI don't smoke gems so what they knocking forKids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on youStreet time is limited to daysOn your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come backDamn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowelsWith a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smileUsed to walk with a swaggerNow you simply staggerFrom one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the nextBitch get a jobFrom me you won't robCause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sandNow give that to the crack manYou was fly once now you're losing all your frontsStarted out light on the tip of woolie bluntsNow you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipeTook a long pull...hypeYeah, head crack head crackYou smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat(Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?)Yeah I had to drop herCause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop herSlow down x5What I am is what I am x2Verse Two: Lord JamarI knew this girl named TropicanaShe's always juicingProducing cash for my sexual taskShe loves men that trick like Halloween and treatYou ain't paid then your grade is incompleteYou've got to flash dollars, to prove herAnd when you do she sucks it up like a HooverTaking all your papes like inhalation of aceHer nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive(What I am is what I am)Well, what you are is a stunt, manYou're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you canFrom my man and scramI've seen your kind before you're not originalJust a sick mixed up individualGiving up the crotch for a fresh gold watchMarking off the goods you got going up another notchYour ways and actions are like those of a savageIf the price is right, then anyone can ravageEven Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in orderWhat's really scary is you're somebody's daughterSo don't come around trying to make a profitAt the expense of another man, stop itCause you see you're a freak show of the townKnow what I think you ought to do isSlow down x7What I am is what I am x2Verse Three: Grand PubaAs the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stuntA forty and a blunt, that's all she really wantsBut she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plasticAnd if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylacticCause things are getting drasticSlide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket(Slow down)Sister, there's no need in speedingShe was doing lays before she started bleedingWhat makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?Pulled more stunts than my man Action JacksonA real gold winner just like Bruce JennerLay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in herPuba makes no mistakesShe said "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)"Picture that(Slow Down)You little hookerHoney got a problem with the bendsMeaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skinsThe hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversyShe can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercyCome on toots you can take a thousand doucheScrub that ass and I'll still pass(Slow down)You're living foul(Slow down x2)Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin'Cause it ain't the seasonSo if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitchWell go aheadYou're living foulI'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help outRight by my sideSlow down (repeat 12X) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 8 Author Report Share Posted October 8 i just realized that this is...this is the exact same thing as bboys and bgirls standin' on a corner with a beatbox just slangin' bustin' rhymes till sundown.clubplanet rocks the planet rock.don't stop. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cro Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 Wish I could type all the words but , I don't remember all of them unless I here the song, but maybe someone could help finish this one off for me...One of the greatest rap songs of all time..Nice and Smooth - Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quickSometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick,I'm sweeter and.....Here's and I cream cone honey take a lick.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dgmodel Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quickI'm sweeter and thicker than a chico stickHere's an ice cream cone honey take a lickI go to Bay Plaza and catch a flickWore my Timberland boots so I can stomp ticksScandalous get a wiff of this mistJust like the Yar Boys now I'm blissedI feel good per say good state of mindDrive a red Sterling and the seats reclineI love it when a lady treats me kindGo to Tavern on the Green have a glass of wineHe say, she say I heard it through the grapevineNo static, got an automaticToo much of anything makes you an addictSmooth B Greg Nice Slick Nick clickSometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick...Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quickI was on 125 and Saint NickWaiting on a cab, standing in the rainUnder my heart three clouds of painShe got the best of meWhat was her destiny?Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime...terMy mind is in a blurCause you could never pay me to think this would occurMe and this girl Jane Doe was living togetherWe were inseparable, noone could severAt least that's what I thoughtBut later I fought with her substanceAnd almost ended up in Supreme CourtWhen I was on the road doing shows getting bizShe was in my penz getting stiffy with her friendsAnd even when she crashed my whip I didn't flipMy man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slipTime went on I started noticing weight lossThen I had to ask her was she riding the white horseAt first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I'm sorryBut I keep having visions of snowI need doeAnd I said woah little hottieI'm not DeLorian, Gambino or GottiI don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me brokeI'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folksAnd what do you knowIn 18 months she came home and I let her back inAnd now she's sniffing again... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cro Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 Man that was quick, thanks!!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Promota531 Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 Rollin in mah 64 with everybody singingLet me riiiiide Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dgmodel Posted October 8 Report Share Posted October 8 Yo, VIP, Let's kick it! Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby All right stop, Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it, You better gain way You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi Did you stop? No -- I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave. Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine Reading for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine -- All I heard were shells Falling on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene, You know what I mean They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem, You, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept We make it hype and you want to step with this Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn" If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem, Yo -- I'll solve it! Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it. Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother! Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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