quoth Posted October 17 Report Share Posted October 17 how the fuck can u forget....Jump Jump by Kris KrossJump Jump You should know, you should know that ahhh Kris Kross is not having anything today As we stand there totally krossed out We commence to make you Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump How high? Real high Cause I'm just so fly A young loveable, huggable type of guy And everything is the back with a little slack And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin' R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin' And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that So when they ask to the rocks they believe that Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump I let myself knockin' knockin' I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin' The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C Ya you know me I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G In the mix I make ya take a step back They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard And none faking you can understand every word As you listen to my cool school melody The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump Now, the formalities of this and that Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack And for all ya'll sucks that don't know Check it out Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy Miggida miggida miggida Mac Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy I make you wanna Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times) Believe dat, Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 17 Author Report Share Posted October 17 I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beatNow what you hear is not a testi'm rappin to the beatand me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feetsee i am wonder Mike and i like to say helloto the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellowbut first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogiesay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogielet's rock, you dont stoprock the riddle that will make your body rockWell so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along and next on the Mike is my man Hankcome on, Hank, sing that song Check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-yya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mixand these reasons i'll tell ya why ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of funand i dress to a t ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciouslyi got bodyguards, i got two big carsthat definitely aint the wack i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillacso after school, i take a dip in the pool which really is on the wall i got a color tv so i can see the knicks play basketballhear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cardsmore money than a sucker could ever spend but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker not a dime til i made it againeverybody go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what) ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin drive off in a def oj everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend master gee, am I mellow its on you so what you gonna do Well it's on n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double ei said i go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the master gee well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girlsi'm goin down in history as the baddest rapper there could ever benow i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows the beat starts gettin into your toes ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet and movin your body while youre sittin in your seatand the damn ya start doin the freak i said damn, right outta your seat then ya throw your hands high in the airya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere ya rockin to the beat without a carewith the sureshot m.c.s for the affair now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang but i rap to the beat just the same i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes all i'm here to do ladies is hypnotize singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n onlike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop come alive yall gimme what ya goti guess by now you can take a hunch and find that i am the baby of the bunch 'but that's okay i still keep in stridecause all i'm here to do is just wiggle your behindsingin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floorim gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there im gonna move you outta this atmospherecause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind ill put t-t-tickets in your behindi said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya gotcause im guaranteed to make you rock i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?i said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie dooand guess what america we love you cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old i dont mean to brag i dont mean to boast but we like hot butter on our breakfast toastrock it up baby bubbah baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie to the beat beat, its so unique come on everybody and dance to the beatI said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang the boogie to the boogie da beat I said i cant wait til the end of the week when i'm rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat and attempt to raise your body heat just blow your mind so that you cant speakand do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feetand let it change up to a dance called the freak and when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beatrest a little while so ya dont get weak i know a man named Hank he has more rhymes than a serious bank so come on Hank sing that song to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bongWell, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp the women fight for my delight but im the grandmaster with the three mcs that shock the house for the young ladies and when you come inside, into the front you do the freak, spank, and do the bumpand when the sucker mcs try to prove a point we're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint a from sun to sun and from day to day i sit down and write a brand new rhyme because they say that miracles never ceasei've created a devastating masterpiece i'm gonna rock the Mike til you cant resist everybody, i say it goes like thiswell i was comin home late one dark afternoona reporter stopped me for a interview she said she's heard stories and she's heard fablesthat i'm vicious on the Mike and the turntables this young reporter i did adore so i rocked a vicious rhyme like i never did before she said damn fly guy im in love with you the casanova legend must have been true i said by the way baby what's your name said i go by the name of Lois Laneand you could be my boyfriend you surely canjust let me quit my boyfriend called supermani said he's a fairy i do supposeflyin through the air in pantyhose he may be very sexy or even cutebut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suiti said you need a man who's got finesseand his whole name across his chest he may be able to fly all through the nightbut can he rock a party til the early light?he cant satisfy you with his little worm but i can bust you out with my super spermi go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do itan i'm here an i'm there i'm big bang Hank, i'm everywhere just thro/w your hands up in the airand party hardy like you just dont care let's do it dont stop yall a tick a tock yall you dont stop go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what) im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def ojeverybody go hotel motel holiday inn you say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend i say skip, dive, what can i say i cant fit em all inside my oj so i just take half and bust them outi give the rest to master gee so he could shock the houseIt was twelve o'clock one friday night i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right everybody was dancin on the floor doin all the things they never did before and then this fly fly girl with a sexy leanshe came into the bar, she came into the sceneas she traveled deeper inside the room all the fellas checked out her white sasoonsshe came up to the table, looked into my eyesthen she turned around and shook her behindso i said to myself, its time for me to release my vicious rhyme i call my masterpiece and now people in the house this is just for you a little rap to make you boogaloo now the group ya hear is called phase two and let me tell ya somethin we're a helluva crew once a week we're on the street just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free for you to party ya got to have the movies so we'll get right down and give you the groovefor you to dance you gotta get hype so we'll get right down for you tonight now the system's on and the girls are there ya definitely have a rockin affairbut let me tell ya somethin there's still one fact that to have a party ya got to have a rapso when the party's over you're makin it home and tryin to sleep before the break of dawnand while ya sleepin ya start to dreamand thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene my name appears in your mindyeah, a name you know that was right on time it was phase two just a doin a do rockin ya down cause ya know we couldto the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak come alive girls get on your feetto the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beatto the double beat beat that it makes ya freak to the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on on n on into the break of dawnnow i got a man comin on right now he's guaranteed to throw downhe goes by the name of wonder Mikecome on wonder Mike do what ya like like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey like a millionaire that has no money like a rainy day that is not wetlike a gamblin fiend that does not bet like dracula with out his fangs like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie banglike collard greens that dont taste goodlike a tree that's not made out of wood like goin up and not comin downis just like the beat without the sound no sound to the beat beat, ya do the freak everybody just rock and dance to the beathave you ever went over a friends house to eat and the food just aint no good i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like woodso you try to play it off like you think you canby sayin that youre full and then your friend says momma he's just being polite he aint finished uh uh that's bull so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate and your friend says man there's plenty of foodso you pile some more on your plate while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreaminof the moment that it's time to leave and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottininto something that looks like cheeseoh so you say that's it i got to leave this place i dont care what these people think im just sittin here makin myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinksso you bust out the door while its still closed still sick from the food you ateand then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of kaopectateand then you call your friend two weeks laterto see how he has beenand he says i understand about the food baby bubbah but we're still friendswith a hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip a hop a you dont stop the rockinto the bang bang boogiesay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beati say hank can ya rock can ya rock to the rhythm that just dont stop can ya hip me to the shoobie doo i said come on make the make the people moveI go to the halls and then ring the bell because i am the man with the clienteleand if ya ask me why i rock so well a big bang, i got clientele and from the time i was only six years old i never forgot what i was toldit was the best advice that i ever had it came from my wise dear old dad he said sit down punk i wanna talk to youand dont say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act civilized or act real ill but whatever ya do in your lifetime ya never let a mc steal your rhyme so from sixty six til this very day ill always remember what he had to say so when the sucker mcs try to chump my style i let them know that i'm versatile i got style finesse and a little black book that's filled with rhymes and i know you wanna lookbut there's a thing that separates you from me and that's called originality because my rhymes are on from what you heard i didnt even bite and not a god d--m wordand i say a little more later on tonightso the sucker mc's can bite all night a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall a lets rock yall ya dont stop ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what) ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin drive off in a def ojeverybody go hotel motel holiday innya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friends a like that yall to the beat yall beat beat yall ya dont stop a master gee am I mellow?its on you so whatcha gonna doWell like johnny carson on the late showa like frankie croker in stereowell like the barkay's singin holy ghostthe sounds to throw down they're played the most its like my man captain skywhose name he earned with his super sperm we rock and we dont stop get off yall im here to give you whatcha got to the beat that it makes you freak and come alive girl get on your feet a like a perry mason without a caselike farrah fawcett without her face like the barkays on the mikelike gettin right down for you tonight like movin your body so ya dont know howright to the rhythm and throw down like comin alive to the master gee the brother who rocks so viciously i said the age of one my life begun at the age of two i was doin the doat the age of three it was you and merockin to the sounds of the master gee at the age of four i was on the floor givin all the freaks what they bargained for at the age of five i didnt take no jivewith the master gee its all the way live at the age of six i was a pickin up sticksrappin to the beat my stick was fixedat the age of seven i was rockin in heaven dontcha know i went off i got right on down to the beat you seegettin right on down makin all the girls just take of their clothes to the beat the beat to the double beat beat that makes you freak at the age of eight i was really greatcause every night you see i had a dateat the age of nine i was right on timecause every night i had a party rhymegoin on n n on n on on n onthe beat dont stop until the break of dawna sayin on n n on n on on n on...like a hot buttered de pop de pop de popa saying on n n on n on on n oncause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mikei am the definate feast delightcause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mikei am the definate feast delightcome to the master gee you seethe brother who rocks so viciously Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quoth Posted October 17 Report Share Posted October 17 u have tooooooooooo much free fuckin time hack Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 17 Author Report Share Posted October 17 Originally posted by quoth u have tooooooooooo much free fuckin time hack nah i just know how to make google werk it, BOI!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quoth Posted October 17 Report Share Posted October 17 Originally posted by thehacker nah i just know how to make google werk it, BOI!! LMFAO!!!!! :laugh: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 24 Author Report Share Posted October 24 HA i knew i wasn't alone...http://www.pandomag.net/Gretchen/12FunkChunk.htm Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted October 24 Author Report Share Posted October 24 "request line"rockmaster scott and the dynamic threedj, pleasepick up your phonei'm on the request line...** anyone know the rest? ** Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thegirl Posted October 25 Report Share Posted October 25 There are soo many good ones:Artist: Special EdSong: I Got it MadeI'm your idol, the highest title, numero unoI'm not a Puerto Rican, but I'm speakin so that you knowand understand I got the gift of speechand it's a blessin, so listen to the lesson I preachI talk sense condensed into the form of a poemfull of knowledge from my toes to the top of my domeI'm kinda young--but my tongue speaks maturityI'm not a child, I don't need nothin for securityI get paid when my record is played--to put it shortI got it madeI'm outspoken--my language is broken into a slangbut it's just a dialect that I select when I hangI play it cool--cuz coolin is all that I'm aboutjust foolin wit tha girlies, yes I'm bustin it outI'm Special Ed and you can tell by the style that I useI'm creatively superior, yo--I never loseI never lost cuz I'm the bossI never will cuz I'm stillthe champion, chief one, won't lose until--I choosewhich I won't cuz I don't retreatI'll run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the streetYou're invitin me, a titan to a battle--why?I don't need your respect cuz I--got it madeI'm talented, yes I'm giftednever boosted, never shopliftedI got the cash, but money ain't nothinmake a million dollars every record that I cut and--my name is Special Ed and I'm a super-duper starevery other week I get a brand new carGot twenty, that's plenty yet I still want morekinda fond of honda scooters--got seventy-fourI got the riches--to fulfill my needsgot land in the sand of the West Indieseven got a little island of my very own--I gotta frog--a dog with a solid gold boneAn accountant to account the amount I spentgotta treaty with Tahiti cuz I own a percentgot gear out wear--to everydayboutiques from France to the U.S.A.and I make all the money from the rhymes I inventso it really doesn't matter--how much I spent, because, yoI make fresh rhymes--dailyyou burn me--really?Think, just blink and I made--a million rhymesjust imagine if you blinked-- a million timesdamn I'd be paid--I got it madeI'm kinda spoiledcuz everything I want I got madeI wanted gear--got everything from cotton to suedeI wanted lead--I didn't beg I just got laidMy hair was growin too long, so I got me a fadeand when my dishes got dirty, I got Cascadewhen the weather was hot, I got a spot in the shadeI'm wise because I rise to the top of my gradewanted peace on Earth, so to God I prayedSome kids across town thought I was afraidthey couldn't harm me--I got the army brigadeI'm not a traderif what you got is greater I'll tradebut maybe later cuz my waiter made potato -n- alligator souflee--I got it made Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thegirl Posted October 25 Report Share Posted October 25 Artist: Leaders of The New SchoolSong: Sobb StoryVerse 1: Busta Rhymesremember the days when I was walking and talkingdoing what I gotta do, doing what we wanna dooff into my walked dawn missions, why?cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove byonly nice in the days looking down the roadseeing beatiful girls with the car loadyeah yeah yeah they are screaming,wish I had a little ride on my own,but since I don't there is my sobb storymy missions will continue as I keep on stalkingstamina was dying from the constant walkingright before the moment I began to car to my man Ridlewho had a some moving onI tought he wouldn't know that's my dyingwhere are the others nammy you beat and kept drivennow in my heart they do a big holecos my little, little, little toesstarted jumping on my end soulit was frigity burn and then I said wait, I got prideit's time to get my own rideI came up with the scheme and got paidI had no other choice but go at knowledge of traywhen I got my transport, I got kind of steam G upcos I got cherry pet furthernow I'm feeling good cos I'm off my feet,man the little squalid dogs running up in the streetand they saying:my name is Sharina, my name is Bustamy name is Tonia, my name is Bustamy name is Dianna, my is Bustaand what do you take me for the little loco push overno shame in my game cos that's how I got thisand when I return the playback everybody gets pistand now I am the man fielding all the gloryand when you rise down and gone, just remember thatChorus:I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,I KNOW YOU AND YOU KNOW ME,IT'S THE SOBB STORY, THE SOBB STORYRepeat chorusVerse 2: Charlie Brownred like green like 1, 2, 3here comes the hop along kid Charlie B.I'm constantly moving with my walkman kickingmy bunnions are crying beaving plickingplease, please, get into the vehicleI stop at Dave's ave.,figure out vehicle-brother, to give me a ride"sorry, Charlie" was a coming replyI didn't forget about the girl in the sidekickthe rubber don't system in the swallow kidC drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ahhey Charlie Brown, where you go?well I have to purchase to getsmoke from the rubber word up to my neckgirls wear goochie and their friends way fendywall ally a walker to get fairlyjust a beep beep an ocasional waythe table's turn, now she got playlunchtime Marty and DeonJonhy Guills, Diego Stroy, and Daconsitting and waiting for about to biggy theseI stack by the Crackerjacks just through delievestress it's a mess I decided to workbut it's hard to work when your boss is a jerkI sweat floors and drive to get minemy amigos with Dinco D, Milo and Busta Rhymeswreck top kickbox galooine Brown who's the clownremember thechorus repeatnow I remember Rod when he first got his sobbdidn't have a job and his car was a mob more brothershe never knew from jack and when his car win flact they wouldn't injectand when his car was in the shop they wouldn't stop buythey've say "hi" on the reply but back came Robto the same old game"hee-hee yo, what's up to y'all, wanna hang?""yeah sure" they said on the quick fast"by the way anybody got money for gass?""nah, not me""I don't, don't ask""I got it, come on""watch out, we gonna crash!"roll away now Rob just walking like methe D to the O and the middle INCans some say MV I say all emptyand now he just walking my sobb storyChorusrepeat Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thegirl Posted October 25 Report Share Posted October 25 Artist: Pete Rock and CL SmoothAlbum: Mecca and the Soul BrotherSong: They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y)Intro:(I reminisce, I reminisce) x3I reminisce, I reminisceUh! (I reminisce, I reminisce)Yeah (I reminisce, I reminisce)(I reminisce, I reminisce)(I reminisce, I reminisce)Verse One:[CL]I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back22 years ago to keep it on trackThe birth of a child on the 8th of OctoberA toast but my granddaddy came soberCountin all the fingers and the toesNow I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh18 years younger than my mamaBut I really got beatings cause the girl loved dramaIn single parenthood there I stoodBy the time she was 21, had another oneThis one's a girl, let's name her PamSame father as the first but you don't give a damnIrresponsible, plain not thinkingPapa said chill but the brother keep winkingStill he won't down you or tear out your hideOn your side while the baby maker slideBut mama got wise to the gameThe youngest of five kids, hon here it isAfter 10 years without no spouseMomma's gettin married in the houseListen, positive over negative for the women and masterMother Queen's risin a chapterDeja vu, tell you what I'm gonna doWhen they reminisce over you, my God[Pete Rock]My GodIt's so...Yeah, so lovelyThat's how we like to do it in the 90'sPete Rock & CL Smooth comin' atcha...Verse Two:[CL]When I date back I recall a man off the family treeMy right hand Poppa Doc I seeTook me from a boy to a man so I always had a fatherWhen my biological didn't botherTaking care of this so who am I to bickerNot a bad ticker but I'm clocking pop's liverBut you can never say that his life is through5 kids at 21 believe he got a right tooHere we go while I check the sceneWith the Portugese lover at the age of 14The same age, front page, no fussBut I bet you all your dough, they live longer than usNever been senile, that's where you're wrongBut give the man a taste and he's goneNoddin off, sleep to a jazz tuneI can hear his head banging on the wall in the next roomI get the pillow and hope I don't wake himFor this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatimTelling me how to raise my boy unless he's taking overI said pop maybe when you're olderWe laughed all night about the hookers at the partyMy old man standing yelling good God, almightyUse your condom, take sips of the brewWhen they reminisce over you, for real[Pete Rock]For real, babyLike thatWe for realComin' atcha...In '92Pete Rock & CL SmoothYeah, c'mon, hit me!Verse Three:[CL]I reminisce so you never forget thisThe days of wayback, so many bear witness the fitnessTake the first letter out of each word in this jointListen close as I prove my pointT to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet?In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the streetBut only you saw what took many time to seeI dedicate this to you for believing in meRain or shine, yes in any weatherMy grandmom Pam holds the family togetherMy Uncle Doc's the greatest better yet the latestIf we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latestI strive to be live 'cause I got no choiceAnd run my own business like my Aunt JoyceSo Pete Rock hit me, nuff respect dueWhen they reminisce over you, listen[Pete Rock]Listen, just listenTo the funky song as I rock onAnd that's word is bondI'm not playinEverybody, just coolinThis song we dedicateTo the one and onlyNever be anotherhe was my brotherTrouble T-RoyIt's like that y'allAnd you don't stopPete Rock and CL Smooth for '92And we out, later Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thegirl Posted October 25 Report Share Posted October 25 the list goes on and onhere's one more thoughArtist: Nice & SmoothAlbum: Ain't a Damn Thing ChangedSong: Hip-Hop Junkies(Greg Nice)I gotta funky funky rhyme with a funky styleI gotta funky funky rhyme with a funky funky styleI gotta funky rhyme... wit a funky funky styleI gotta funky rhyme... wit a funky funky stylePete's rickety rocket was my favorite cartoonAfter marriage the honeymoonI'll be damn gag me with a spoonWho loves Popeye, Alice the goonLadies let your body flowSend a chill up your spine like an eskimoHere's a backstage pass to a funky showCome give me a kiss under the missle toeGreg Nice, my lifes like a fairy taleOrca, was a great big whaleI knew a fat girl who broke the scaleYou won't tell, I won't tellClientele I must excelTook a little test, I passed then failedBreaks... HUH, no need to hit'emSkins, ya got 'em - I wanna get wit 'em!(Chorus)Nice & Smooth is funkyAlso hip-hop junkiesAll we wanna do...Is Unh Unh and you...Nice & Smooth is funkyAlso hip-hop junkiesAll we wanna do...Is Unh Unh, oh yeah(Smooth Yo, I gotta funky funky rhyme wit a funky funky styleFunky rhyme wit a funky funky styleFunky funky rhyme wit a funky funky styleI gotta funky rhyme wit a funky funky styleGot outta my about eightAnd then I called Greg Nice cause it wasn't too lateTo get some skins and come around the blockCause man, my tip is harder than a rockHe said bet, so I letGreg Nice call this girl named AnnazetteAnnazette, the teacher's petYou sure shes gonna come on this setHe said Smooth B don't you fretMy twive is on his way yo, quite as keptThe tall slim, fly kid with dope stepsYep, coming with a box of hatsYo Greg Nice is that girl all thatHe said Smooth B the skins is fatI don't beg cause cause I'm not at begoniaI dress warm so that I won't catch pneumoniaMy rhymes are stronger than ammoniaI'm a diamond, you're a cubic zirconia (repeats & fades away)(Chorus) x5Nice & Smooth is funkyAlso hip-hop junkiesAll we wanna do...Is Unh Unh and you... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted November 16 Author Report Share Posted November 16 So What'cha Want (Beastie Boys) Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie HarrisYou're Eating Crazy Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From ParisYou Know I Get Fly You Think I Get HighYou Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All WhySo Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm MissingThe Reason That You're Smiling or WildingSo Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em DownImagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em DownLet It Flow Like A Mud SlideWhen I Get On I Like To Ride And GlideI've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'allI Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'AllSo What'cha WantI get So Funny With The Money That You FlauntI said Where'd You Get Your Information From Huh?You Think That You Can Front When Revelation ComesYeh, You Can't Front On ThatWell They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving ManI'm Like Spoonie Gee Well I'm The MetropoliticianYou Scream And You Holler About My Chevy ImpalaBut The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your CollarBut Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip ToppingGoin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To WallWell I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting CallWell It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A RideWith Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting ByBelieve Me What You See Is What You GetAnd You See Me I'm Coming Off As You Can BetWell I Think I'm Losing My Mind This TimeThis Time I'm Losing My MindThat's Right, Said I Think I'm Losing My Mind This TimeThis Time I'm Losing My MindYeh, You Can't Front On ThatBut Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk AboutI'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk AboutBut In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The DemiseI've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I RealizeWell I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'AllI Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The WallI said What'cha WantY'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They BounceSo I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh AmountSee I'm The Long Leaner Vincent The CleanerI'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To GardenaI'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot SauceYou've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No CauseWell If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than GreaseI've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A LeachYou Can't Front On ThatSo What'cha Want Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pkern Posted November 17 Report Share Posted November 17 Artist: Audio TwoAlbum: What More Can I Say?Song: Top Billin'Check it out:MC am I, people call me MilkWhen I'm bustin up a party I feel no guiltGizmo's cuttin up for theSuckers that's down with meeee!!The One of us, that's how I feelTo be down you must appealTo the Two, we're rated RWe're gifted, and we're going farDown the road, to the bankWhile I'm here I'd like to thankMom and dad, they knew the timeGizmo's scratching Milk Dee's rhymingMilk is chillin, Giz is chillinWhat more can I say? Top billinThat's what we get, got it goodSince you understood, would youStop scheming, and looking hardI got a great big bodyguardSo step up if you wanna get hurtMilk Dee's gonna pull the skirtI get money, money I gotStunts call me honey if they feel real hotThat's how it is, you can ask GizI stole your girl while you were in prisonJail, for MC assaultYou was jealous it's all your faultMilk is chillin, Giz is chillinWhat more can I say? Top billinThat's what we get, got it goodAnd since you understood, would youClap your hands, your hands you clapIf your girl's out of place it's your girl I slapAnd if you're dumb, you'll ask whyI am from that Do-or-DieThe Audio Two, the Two's AudioI got a brother and his name's GizmoMilk is chillin, Gizmo's chillinWhat more can I say? Top billinThat's what we get, got it goodAnd since you understood, would youBite a rhyme, if you dareI get the papers so I don't careMy contribution to this jamIs confusing, because I amMilk Dee, dated all the wayThe super easy mightiest MC, okay?Yes I'm down, down by lawI get the girlies out on the floorG is D, down is GTwo the at the top is where he'll beThat is us, call us oddGirls come in you won't be boredMilk is chillin, Giz is chillinWhat more can I say? Top billinThat's what we get, got it goodAnd since you understood, would youDo a dance, dance the TwoIf, you can dance it's easy to doThis dance is on and on and onDance until your breath is gone!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehacker Posted November 17 Author Report Share Posted November 17 nice one mizz kern.here's anutha:from whence the sample "so damn tough" originated:Charlie Mack (first out the limo)dj jazzy jeff & the presh prince...Everywhere we go, downtown or to a showWe have two necessities, Charlie Mack and our limoHe's feared by suckers yet he's loved by kidsPay attention and let me tell you who Charlie MackHe is our homeboy from around the blockHe's regarded through the city as the hip-hop copHeight about 6'6", weight about 290Everywhere I go, Charlie Mack is right behind meHe never laughs, never smiles nor sweatsHe doesn't breaks arms or legs, only spines or necksHe once KILLED a man cause he would not let go of his EggoApollo Creed is a SUCKER, Charlie Mack could beat DragoHe could bench about three-hundred poundsThe cops all take a vacation, when Charlie's in townHe's the toughest around, so everywhere that I go, he goesHe's Charlie Mack and he's the first out the limoI guess you're wonderin why he's the first outthe limo, yo, let me give you this bit of infoso you'll know the things that Charlie can doand you'll know every single reason why he's down with the crewThe limo picks up about a half past sixWith the radio blastin our latest hitIt's me, Jeff, Ready Rock, Omar and J.L.Charlie Mack is up front as we depart the hotelFirst we cause chaos throughout the city streetsThen maybe stop at Burger King for a bite to eatAnd if somebody gets stupid while we're in the placeCharlie cancels his order and bites off their faceHe's not a troublemaker, in fact, he's a troublebreakerAnd if somebody gets dumb, well it'll only take asecond or two, after some fools snapsLaw and order is restored by my hero Charlie MackWheel off into the limo, and head for the jamCharlie cracks all the knuckles, on both of his handsAnd when we pull up to the show, the routine is unrehearsedIt's just natural that we let Charlie hop our firstHe clears the crowd without sayin a wordMan, that's the loudest silence I've ever heardA lot of times guys test him, by tryin to bugHe just, leaves ring imprints, all over their mugsHe's a terminator, a Hercules of sortsMan to hell with chess, he likes physical sportsYou may not have known before but now you knowthe reason why Charlie Mack is the first out the limoWe'd like to apologize to all of our fansbut please don't touch us when we're at our jamsCause Charlie don't like folks around us when we're doin a showAnd if he punches you, uh-oh, better get Maaco!Still you weak rap dudes tempers are hotjust because I've got somethin that YOU AIN'T GOTIf you want to get physical, rowdy or try to bomb meI won't get excited, I'll just say, "Yo Charlie!"You shoulda been kind, you shouldn't have snappedCharlie only hits you once and now you're takin a napAnd when he leaves you decaptitated, crushed in the dustyou'll look up, and see your girl in the limo with usYou may think that's enough boy but I think notCharlie kick his face again I think you missed a spotI roll down the limo window and yell, "By the way Eyesyou'll see your girl bucknaked givin Charlie a message"I'm serious, I'm not jokin, no doubtYou know how many doubters bones have been brokenYou may not have known before but now you knowthe reason why Charlie Mack is the first out the limoCharlie Mack.. the first out the limoHe's Charlie Mack.. the first out the limoIn closing, we'd like to say this, to you bustazIf you're skeptical you'll probably get beat up, plus kidembarassed and laughed at, by all of your friendsAnd if you cross Charlie Mack it's the beginning of the endof life as you know it, you might not die, sirBut if you're not dead, you'll wish you wereBut if you still wanna bug out, homeboy let's goYou can bug with Charlie Mack cause he's the first out the limo He's Charlie Mackand he's the first out the limo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
highmay Posted November 17 Report Share Posted November 17 My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib Turned himself in, he had to do a bid A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me? Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest No need for that, just grab the fucking gat The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships with the same clip and the same four-five Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogart have his mother singing "It's so hard..."Yes, love love you're fucking attitude because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed and bruised up from the pistol whipping webs on the neck from the necklace stripping Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too up the herring bones and bamboos I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal cause Mom Duke ain't giving me shit so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?(*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")[Chorus 8X]Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")[Notorious B.I.G.] Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up and I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath You're talking to the robbery expert Stepping to your wake with your blood on my shirt Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant cause when I lick shots the shits is persistent Huh, goodness gracious the papers Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug from the main thug, .357 slug And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip One in the chamber, 32 in the clip Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel before you find out how blue steel feel from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater The money getter motherfuckers don't have better Rolex watches and colourful Swatches I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too Bitches get *strangled* for they earrings and banglesand when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!" So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do? I hope apologetic or I'm a have to set it and if I set it the cocksucker won't forget it(*sample* "But he's sticking you, and taking all of your money..")[Chorus 8X]Gimme the loot, gimme the loot (*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..")[Notorious B.I.G.] Man, listen all this walking is hurting my feet But money looks sweet (where at?) in the Isuzu jeep Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M and if he start to scream "bam! bam!", have a nice dream Hold up, he got a fucking bitch in the car Fur coats and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar Ooh Biggie, let me jack her, I kick her in the back Hit her with the gat...Yo chill, Shorty, let me do thatJust get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block The bitch act shocked, gettin shot on the spot (Oh shit! The cops!) Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts (So why the fuck he keep lookin?) I guess to get his life tookenI just came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking Oh shit, now he lookin in my face You better haul ass cause I ain't with no fucking chase So lace up your boots, cause I'm about to shoot A true motherfucker going out for the loot Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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