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Black Jesus (Kane & Abel)




featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker

(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me

Verse 1 (Kane)

Six in the morning and I see the sunrise
Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes
To see this world so **ed up for me
And my family worked so hard but can earn a decent salary
these bills keep whooping a nigga**
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these **ed up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison and the niggas come through
Like the mother**ers giving out free barbeque
Lock a nigga up for life and say ** you
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died for the right to vote
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her
She probably ** another nigga I wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like John Doe
Bitch**niggas trying to play me like a hoe
And now I'm rolling round ** on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit
Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees

(Chorus)

Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up
Allah, tell me why this world so **ed up
Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up for me
For me a nigga

Verse 2 (Abel)

They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
But before I take my trip I'm gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad I had to pop one of those b's
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can't resist
Now I'm crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know
But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go

(Chorus)

Verse 3 (Master P)

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user
I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table

Verse 4 (Silkk)

You know what P your right
Cause Silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs
to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where niggas don't live long
they parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU
There's too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool

Verse 5 (Master P)

As I lay me down to sleep
Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like Pac Man
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the White House, politicians run the country
But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it

(Kane & Abel talking)

I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money

Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people

Halo Halo (Jamal)

Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal człowieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal
Tylko jeden raz,
I tylko jeden raz i nie ma nas,
Bo życie jak mrugnięcie oka i nie ma nas
Dopóki czas nam ukieka dobro,
Dopóki widzisz jeszcze uśmiech to widzisz cud,
Mamy tu dług nazywa się mieć serce
Po co to wszystko gdy każdy chce więcej i więcej,
Na łeb szyję ewidentnie tak,
Krew się sama rwie do pulsu ja tym tętnię tak,
Daje to znak bo sam zapomniałem
Warto jest czasem robić rzeczy małe
Wiedziałem, skręcałem, spalałem i podróżowałem,
Tym kim właśnie teraz jestem się stałem, ale
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal człowieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal
Wsłuchaj się dobrze to puls ulicy
To twoi ludzie na których możesz liczyć
W tym uczestniczysz i zbierasz plon
Jeżeli jesteś to jesteś to po co ziom
Trzymamy pion, bo po co tak prędko
Niecierpię chwil gdy nie mam nawet czasu ruszyć ręką
Miękko cza wystukuje mi bit
Wie to ona, wie to on, wie to ja i ty
Znam te gry w otwarte karty
I ty zobacz ile to naprawdę jest warte,
Spokój ducha płynie z serca do ucha,
Jeśli chcesz prawdy to prawdy tu słuchasz, ale
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie uieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal człowieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegnę,
Przed tym co będzie i tak nie ucieknę,
Bo co wtedy jeśli cały ten świat
W jednej sekundzie by na głowę nam spadł Jamal
Bo jeśli chcesz biegać tyle,
Lepiej zatrzymaj się na chwilę ziom oj Jamal

Abortion (Kane & Abel)




Verse 1 (Abel)

Peep this 5'6'' nigga with more game than Starter
Been pimping these hoes since I was shooting dog water
Call me plastic man cause I pack that plastic glock
Slinging my rocks on my block to the sunrise to the sun drop
I'm bout it than done some shit that God couldn't forgive
Ever since I was that coke baby with two weeks to live
Shit my life is complex think I got a voodoo hex
Busters try to wet me, bitches step get shot up like Malcolm X
You ** mother**ers got his pocket full of boulders
You sick of being sober hit me on my motorola
Drink Cavassi A straight out the bottle counting g's
Why you counting on the lotto
** ya'll is my motto
Hit the streets make my ends rocks hidden in my M & M's
Bitch this ain't Whodini, ain't no mother** friends
Niggas average while caine be deadly like miscarriage
And if it come to it I'm gone put one in your cabbage
I'd rather steal to get paid like Shaquille O'Neal
Soon as I drop my draws all of ya'll old ladies gone kneel
Getting deep getting funky like some rock star coochie
I'm jigging player haters just like pace makers for my loochie
Partner my name is Kane got more game than the dope game
Know less than 16 for every bird that I slang

(Chorus)

My mama wish she had a ** abortion
Cause I done so much shit so much gangsta shit
>From every crime from drugs to extortion
I know my mama wish she had a ** abortion

Verse 2 (Kane)

I roll with No Limit cut throats trying to stack C-Notes
Wearing green and white Nauticas and Mecca polos
It all started my cousin got 'em got some heroin from Puerto Rico
We call it ?? and snorted by alot of people
Going to the place where danger awaits me
I never knew my moms but if I did she probably hate me
>From small time hustling to sticking up dope spots
My grandma found a 100 grand stashed in a shoebox
She kicked me out sent me down south where they be balling
Got a 100 got 200 on a trip to New Orleans
They used to love that weed like its they only child
Now they got the naza cocaine it got 'em wild
This child was born a twin seven minutes from my brother
No visions of my dad wouldn't recognize my mother
And now I'm so obsessed with this money I be earning
I'm sicker than the ** Germans
All I see is green like Erick Sermon

(Chorus)

Sticky Fingers (Alternate Lyrics) (Coolio)




Brainiac with a zany act cleptomaniac
Before I go to work I drink me a tall glass
My crew know then climb through the window
And eye the VCR and load it in the Pinto huh!
Yes I'm on my way to the bait
or should I say the pawn shop but I don't smoke rocks
Some people say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack
Cause I clock on the grip and I never give it back
Coolio loco, you better call Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the girl to sleep then I went through her purse
Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm skanless
Snake in the grass fool, I'm taking chances
If the price is right, you can call me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger
("But he's stickin you, and takin all of you money" -- Guru)
("I ain't never got gaffled like that" - JD)
("Don't, you blink, or I'ma rob your**blind" - Sticky Fingers)
("What you doin stickin in that people's window?" - Richard Pryor)
("Gimme that...") big fat dope sack
("Gimme that...") ca-di-llac
("Gimme that...") big gold chain
("That's the life, a-that I lead" -- Run-D.M.C.)
Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better duck from my gunshots
I takes no lip, carryin no drama
If I can't get you I bust a cap on your momma
I never had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift
My trenchcoat is long, and now I got a fresh kit
Yeah, buddy, thief lookin good
Gets much props and respect from the hood
Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the crew, and you're bound to catch a pimp slap
But I don't pimp no trick for my dough
They got somethin I want, I just rob the hoe
Early birds catch the worm so I crow like a rooster
They follow me round the store because they know that I'm a booster
Tell me what you want and I'll be the stealer
Call me Coolio, or call me Sticky Fingers
("Coolio...")
("First they do' ring, now they mob ring")
("Told you before, you shouldn'ta never fell asleep" - Big Daddy Kane)
("Give it up, give it up, give it up")
I don't wanna go to jail cause I don't like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up
One plus three equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that**like a Mike Tyson PunchOut
You better hide your grip, if you wanna keep it
I'm driving down the street in your 'llac while you're sleepin
I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness
Never said I was the best, but I'm damn sure the loc'est
Up, up, and away, like a rocket
Some fool got shot, now I'm goin through his pockets
He won't be needin no dollars where he's goin
And when I get to hell I'ma act like I don't know him
I'm takin everything that ain't bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your front door
Let me be free for I'm a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers
("Yeah we want everything... do you have any dreams, we want them
too")

Hot Boys And Girls (Master P)




[Featuring Kane & Abel Mia X Mystikal Silkk The Shocker]
[Master P]
Uhhhhhh ha ha
Where the real niggas at
Right chea right chea
Over there over there over there over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea right chea
Over there over there over there over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea right chea
Over there over there over there over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
[Mystikal]
Baby, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-Y-S-T-I-KAL
It's the man right here!
I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo Bills
I ain't Dennis Rodman's hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear
I ain't that damn man you see standin at the Appollo
I ain't that $198.66 check from McDonald's
Bitch I'm the line through the "t" and the dot on the "i"
I'm the mother**in' crocodile tears when you cry
I'm the lightning in bad weather!
I'm that dick in the picture on yo girlfriends dresser
I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I ain't no bitch, I ain't no fag
I ain't no sucker, I ain't no trick, I ain't no snitch, I ain't no rat
I'm that $20,000 a pop every stop when I'm tourin'
I'm that "FIRE!" on that last verse of "Make 'Em Say UHHH!"
I ain't that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny, SO I GUESS I'M THAT BASTARD!
[Master P]
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the ** at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[Mia X]
I'm the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I'm the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I'm the index finger on the trigger, don't move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news
If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin
I'm the fist in brass knuckles that's goin hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I'm the loud hard chhh on the rat trap
I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I'm the lady on report card day, a mama mia
[Master P]
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at
[Silkk The Shocker]
Ahhhhhhh!
I'm the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your**
I be the reason why you didn't pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiance
The reason why she didn't marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call Silkk The Shocker, you might call me MISTER!
Now I got a drop top, I'm a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm the little brother of the last don
???? can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't shift
Plus I got a pair of cement shoes that i make fit your fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss
Now I'm that razor that cuts the dope, it aint nothin but a 504
Member the one they call Vito, yeah that's me (you know)
[Master P]
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the ** at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
[Kane & Abel]
I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back
When a live round hit the chamber I'm the click clack
When you run, I'm the danger, I'm the smack and the pimp slap
I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that **ed up the party when I pull my strap
The nigga that **ed all the hoes yall be tryna mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother
how to cook that dope (Kane & Abel)
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I'm the hustlin'**nigga with the watches in the coat
[Master P]
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the ** at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where the ** at
[Master P]
I'm the bars on your cell, I'm the fire down in hell
I'm the ice cream bells, I'm the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, I'm the wheels on the tank, ha ha
I'm the million dollars that you want from the bank
I'm a diamond on a ring, I'm your brains when you think
I'm your bartender when you drink, I'm OJ without the shank
Nigga, I'm the M in **in mob (mob)
I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shop
I'm the super in dome, I'm the C in chrome
I'm the hurricane that knock down your mother** home
I'm the K in killer, I'm the D in drug dealer
I'm the G in gangsta nigga, I'm the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the nike's on your feet
I'm the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh)
I'm the nigga that ran through your ** hood and bust caps
I'm the nigga with these rhymes, I'm the last don
And I'm a end this mother**er cause it aint no more time

Tank Niggas (Mr. Serv On)




[Featuring No Limit All Stars]


[Fiend]
Womp womp!
It's that it's that nigga.
Womp womp!
Mr. Serv On in this nigga.
Womp womp!
KLC on the beat.
It's Mr. (womp)

Chorus
I'm a No Limit tank nigga tank nigga (do you what)
Actin bad blowin dank nigga dank nigga
You wanna war get stank nigga stank nigga
And we ain't dying cause we aint nigga we can't nigga x2

[Mr. Serv On]
Let's be realistic, if I slap the ** out ya would you talk about it
Better yet, if I come to your mother**in house
** your wife, piss on your grass, kick your dog would you cry about it
No doubt about it nigga, I'm a **in soldier
If one of us die nigga we roll the body over, kiss the tank
And pray to the mother**in ghetto saint
Be afraid to die bitch, I can't
Put a pistol to my head, why the ** should I be scared, I'm heartless
I'm tired of doin three consectutive lifetimes, nigga respect this
I don't give a ** about your life
I cut your mother**in wrist twice
Spray, all your homies bleed and make you scream through the mother**in
night
I put it down like my homie Big Ed, I put it down like that
Nigga ** that, I never leave my mother**in house without a mother**in
strap
So I don't give a ** if you north, west, south or east
Nigga disrespect the tank and believe me nigga I'm a put one in your chest
Nigga I'm the No Limit **in beast

[Fiend]
Chorus

[C-Murder]
Get em up cause we never die motherfuka
I be the dumb nigga causing all the rucka
C-Murder's my name and it's a shame how I make niggas past tense
And leave em bleeding cause I ain't got no mother**in sense
We hit the soundscan harder then a land mine
I drop a disc and Blockbusters start forming lines
>From the north to the south to the east to the west
I'm a tank nigga, respect my tank up on my chest

[Fiend]
I'm the mother**in baddest alive, ya heard me, and I meant it
Nuttin but me and know that Fiend gonna represent it
Independent like No Limit, you can start it I'm a finish
Picture paragraph indented, thinkin that I'm timid
I'm in the book of Guiness for leaving all my pray attended
And a niggas**for playin with my spinach
Get to mixing like a chemist, if it's personal or business
Blame on my cut throat act, signed the sharpest nigga

Chorus

[Mac]
Who's that wanna murder Mac, niggas thinkin it's sweet
Thinkin I'm a killer just on beats but not no killer in streets
I'm World War three'ing, bustin at niggas like niggas Korean
Me and my niggas, ride wit us or die wit us (woooooooo)
I represent the shell shocked niggas, point me to his block nigga
If I can't find ya murder your pops nigga
No Limit soldier for life, they couldn't hold me
I never die wodie, that's what my psychic friends told me

[Lil Souljas]
I'm a soldier camoflauge my reproitore, seven guards
Tell the world who we are, leave the war without a scar
I been doin this, TRU to this, call your friends, make a wish
Singin tight when it come to this
Ain't no limit, keep coming, competition running
Moon to sun and, I can, you better come in

Specialist, you testin this, the best of this
The more you might wanna diss
My tank says No Limit bitch

[Fiend]
Chorus

[Mia X]
Four star major general, bitch of the tank
Boss hard and souljarette, known for washin all of the dank
Legitimize, monopolize, roadblock when we gotta
Guerilla force, black power, I racotta on top
It's mama drama and I'm ready for war
Your goin mine and leave em in chalk lines when I throw off
Show off and sho nuff we rip the
N-O L-I-M-I-T and leave em testin shit up

[Big Ed]
There's no one seein me when I'm comin, red rummin
Bust you open in front of your woman
Wear shades when I'm in the hummer, your done in, ain't no use in runnin
Assassin, got you boxed up, the smoke infrared got you locked up
Shoot your block up, bust your world like Tupac
I bring the fire like ?????, ain't went hardheaded bar brawler
I get to shooting revolvers, 450 for problem solvers
But I bust back, lemme hear the sound, of the clack clack
Nigga make some room, back back
No Limit soldiers are on the attack

[Fiend]
Chorus

[Kane]
I kick this mother**er off like the Superbowl
Watch how quick this luger blow
The world gotta know, I ain't a hoe
I'm a go leave bullet holes in your vehicle
Kane & Abel stay low, bustin shots at the popos
Hundred shots in a row from the calicos
Cut throat like autopsy, poppin this, stop me, bitch watch me
Call your baby mommy, identify the body when I get rowdy
Kicking**till my shoes get shitty
Bullets trigger man city
You with me
Put your face up with steel make up, yall niggas wanna be pretty

[Abel]
Sargent at arms, denate bombs, we lyrical warfare
Blow up your mind with pipe bombs, you niggas wanna go there
I cut your shit like Edward Scissorhands, I'm just a killer man
Bustin hollow tip grips in the black land
Smack your bitch with a back hand
We soldiers

Wild West Show (Big & Rich)

I'm feelin' like Tonto,
Ridin' a Pinto,
Tryin' to chase the Lone Ranger down.
I'm a little unravelled,
But I'm still in the saddle,
Cryin' your name out to the clouds,
Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

Why don't you meet me,
Back at the tepee?
We'll lay down by the camp fire.
There, in the dark night,
We'll smoke the peace pipe,
Forget about who's wrong or right.
Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

(Chorus:)
Yeah, it was a big showdown,
Oh yeah, we stood our ground.
Shot out the lights:
It got a little crazy.
I don't wanna see us go,
The way of the buffalo:
Don't wanna have another wild west show.
Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

Only forgiveness,
Will finally end this.
There won't be a witness if we both fall.
There's never a hero,
In a battle of egos.
There's never a winner of the quick draw.
Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

Yeah, it was a big showdown,
Oh yeah, we stood our ground.
Shot out the lights:
It got a little crazy.
Don't wanna see us go,
The way of the buffalo:
Don't wanna have another wild west show.
Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

It's like a ghost town,
Without you around.
Why can't we just forget it,
Ride off in the sunset?

It was a big showdown,
Oh yeah, we stood our ground.
Shot out the lights:
It got a little crazy.
I don't wanna see us go,
The way of the buffalo:
Don't wanna have another wild west show.
Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

I'm feelin' like Tonto,
Ridin' a Pinto,
Tryin' to chase the Lone Ranger down.

Who you drivin' now? (Mudhoney)

(Oh who you drivin' baby? all right
Sing it with me baby, all right
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Now
Now)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey girl
Watch what you're doing
The way you keep running around
Gonna be a ruin
Drivin' reckless in your pinto
Full tank of gas
When you get rear ended, girl
Gonna be a hell of a crash

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Who you drivin' now?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, girl
Wrap him around your finger
All the boys follow you
But you don't got the singer
You're drivin' my T-Bird
But the gauge is on empty
Don't get in, don't look back
You got no fuel left

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Who you drivin' now?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Who you drivin'?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Who you drivin'?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Who you drivin'?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Who you drivin' now?
Now

Can't Wait (clean) (Redman)




Woo (ahh ahh) Yo Yo Yo. This goes out to all my peoples
down in the Weak Way section and all my peoples in the
Hootieville Section. Word is bond. Jamaica Queens in the hidda
house. Word is bond as we set it off like this.

I'm like RR like I had my flows beez like all girls draws be
crack da phills spread da reals in the hidash
roll it up then ask who chipped in 4 da exedera
funk extraterrestrial sniping 57 passengers like wesley do
it's da truth like vodk 180 proof don't drop ya draws
I hump through ya daisy dukes (true)
put ya fingers in the da air if you're high (high)
I walk by so F a drive (by)
I swing up in it battin average is half as good as Reggie Jack
Is dats why U talk backwards and and uh chumps be on some
bogard stuff like Humphrey
You couldn't beat me if you ran with 2 Jump Street or in 90210
F it Yo in da movies I'm tha brother puffing ahh in da back row.

Chorus
I can't wait to get it on (8 times)

I'm just a smokey boy from the land of the lost
You can't see me like Charlie's Angels boss
I'm often coolin round da blidock I rocks around the clidock
My sha sha clock from here 16th and Lenox ask
Rodger Thomas if I'm getting scamad
I wa milk last year now I'm butta like Blue Bonnett
Now who got da funk? (We got the funk)
A yo well I got da rah we got the ahh I never sniff
I'm just swiff with da gift
We get our crew to disappear in da mist - Reezeal
You couldn't feel me on braille - Well
I write my names on walls in spots when I'm buyin ale
Da fly guy wit da force like Luke Sky down 4 a mozitwa hon
If ya fly - Da Funkadelic been rocking mics since da 4th grade
I terminate like X and terminate like swartzenegge dum dee dum
rock like Bijou Bonton sooped like Wonton
Funk by da tons drums
Please my whole crews making gees tonights da night
Baby so blow up off these and it's on.

Chorus

I said I catch that A Train to da left da chalk
I set it off like Bobofet - Big up 2 all my brothas in da housing projects
I runnin up in ya continue 2 split ya guts
Grab da rail you need to hold when I rock well got wits like
Pernell its da bomb like aknel - rickety rocking mind deep as the
lockness - waste brothas like Toxic - wet like Goloshes
Can I handle my biz? Yes U can
cause I cause chaos I bring a lot of Def 2 Jams
yes I can now act stoopid I'll pop da trunk
caclunk now gimme a ba bump ba bump
oooh cool smoove like 2 blue suede shoes
y'all peoples slept on my hoffin and koos word 2 dantan pillow and Cool B.
switchin speeds like Bruce Lee riding a Fuji in a movie
I rock it on the one F Da 2, 3 funky like a box
of aah on looseleaf.

Yo I said ah, switching up speeds like Bruce Lee Riding a Fuji in that movie
(ha, ha)
I be saying something real word up if you ain't get it laugh now (he, he)
and then figure it out when you get home.
Word up, aight.

Jataman (Jamal)

Wszystko co ma początek musi mieć kres,
Więc dlaczego oczy ma pełne łez Jataman
Tylko tam gdzie jest ból,
Jataman widzi sztukę dzieli na pół
To kruszy jara jojda żeby nie myśleć o tym wszystkim
Ale co znaczy to gdy nie ma się bliskich
Dławi aż braknie mu tchu
Od samotności która w sercu
I tylko to Jatamn to Jataman w rekach samotności (x4)
Pości pod dechem tylko tych pustych ścian
Bo w betonowym mieście ciągle był sam Jataman
Poczuł samotność swych rąk
Bo tylko prawda płynie dokładnie z tąd
Wtopiony w rzeczywistość, co krzykiem ramion mówił szeptem
O tym co jest i o tym co było przedtem
Dławi aż braknie mu tchu, od samotności która w sercu
I tylko to Jatamn to Jataman w rekach samotności (x4)
Im więcej masz, tym więcej w sobie zabijasz
Prawda wygląda tak
Każda miłość jest zawsze czyjaś
Tak właśnie tutaj wygląda świat (x2)
Żyjemy w obcych miastach co są jak zaciśnięte pięści
Poszukujemy swojej duchowej części
Tak obok siebie ale wciąż niewidzialni
Widzisz tę noc takie noce się karmi
Bo mam to co mam
I wiem to co wiem
To psy ulicy zatruwają mi sen
Każą się śmiać zeby móc więcej poczuć
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