Archive for January, 2010
January 30th, 2010 | 
Author: by Trick Daddy
from the album Book of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47
[Trick Daddy]
‘Posed to be…
Land of the free
I don’t see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y’all
I’m doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin’ brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin’ in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better heart
Another start
Yo’ own yard
And a place to park
You wanna
Trust ‘em ??
And a better li’ (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
He’ll feel with you
Goin’ through
But I coulda warned you
When its time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don’t be livin’ for the other man
Take time out and settle in
Be the better man
And close ? watch your friends
And then
You’ll understand
A lil’ better then
But on the other hand
You so god damn stubboran
And you be
Startin’ shit
And ever since you made president
We ain’t even seen you since
You need to (You need to)
Fill our schools
Rebuild our church and homes
Stop killin’ my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin’ my phone
And searchin’ my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin’ my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for the main goal
So when all the heat is gone
[Chorus]
This game wasn’t told to me (Told to me)
It was sold to me (Sold to me)
And we are never free (No!)
No way
Not in America (Not America)
Not America (Not in America uh-uh)
Our country ’tis of thee (’tis of thee)
Land of Liberty (Liberty)
But that’ll never be (Never Be – NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
Not in America (No)
[Society]
You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck — then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck — you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P — you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D — still a nigga
You use your platinum ?? for ID’s — then you’s a nigga
If your skin is brown just like me — then you a nigga
Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise — you still a nigga
You from the islands and your peoples wasn’t slaves — you a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid — you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop — cause you a nigga
That’s why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
International
They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
Now…Who invented niggaz in the first place?
And said America is the original birthplace?
Who gettin’ 10 – 20 – Life on they first case?
My niggaz
[Chorus]
[Trick Daddy]
I’m doin’ this one for the
Kids in the streets
Who ain’t missed a beat
Do it for the
Deaf and the blind
And those who don’t eat meat
Do it for all the
Children of the corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon’ keep the man
Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin’ man
When your whole congregation drivin’ a brand new Benz
And writing brand new sins
Lyin’ on a million men
And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doin’ time in the Penn
[Chorus repeated till end]
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by Slimm Calhoun
from the album Skinny
[ CHORUS 2X ]
To all the hustlers that be movin the sacks
To all the gangstas (let me hear you bust your gats)
Let me hear you bust your gats
(This is for my niggas choppin it up in the traps)
[ VERSE 1: Pauly Calhoun ]
Close the blinds, grab the scales and check the weight
Man, we dope like duct tape, cocaine straight
We ain’t scared to ride dirty, we got product to sell
And we known to take chances, put you under the jail
See, my cousin taught cats how to run traps
And was the first to set em off with them ready sacks
So we gon’ keep collectin loot from the hot spots
So I can cop my pops a masterpiece Rolex watch
[ VERSE 2: Big Cuz Calhoun a/k/a K.B. ]
Uh, Big Cuz gon’ keep it real as I can
I never killed a man but tortured niggas ass so that they understand
I run up in yo house to smack your bitch
Like, "Hush up, before I bust yo ass, show me the shit"
I ain’t in this muthafucka to play
I came to get the lley
So goddammit, make my day
I’m a Southeast gorilla
Up strap you bust a nigga
If not, you’se a busta nigga
Be a gangsta
[ CHORUS 2X ]
[ VERSE 3: Lucky Calhoun ]
We Martell-dwellin, sellin out the backdo’
Can’t let my mama know
But in the hood, yo, it bees like that
Havin visions of a fat-ass crib, a Benz and 2 chrome gats
These niggas bust back
There’s some rules on these streets that we go by
You don’t get high off your own supply
When you catch that traitor look that hater dead in his eye
Kiss his ass bye-bye before you let one fly
To all the hustlers..
[ VERSE 4: Slimm Calhoun a/k/a Briand Calhoun ]
D-boys come out and play
Who got the weed now, who got the lley?
A-ha, d-boys come out and play
Who got the work and who got the pay?
Location unknown, still in the woods with the goods
Playmaker, Mister Bill Changer, Work Slanger
Pressure Point Pusher, one on the block, one looker
A half in the cooker, two crabs and we shook em
We cap all work and snatch all skirts
You can get jaw-jabbed and jerked for your jewels
Weight on the tool, we break and take rooks to school
It’s gon’ be hell when the Calhouns come through
[ VERSE 5: Freddy Calhoun a/k/a Cool Breeze ]
Now I’m next to the oldest cousin who showed out on Thanksgiving
And didn’t like what my daddy bought me and got a whipping on Christmas
Cause I’m welfare-instated, late rent-related
We from government homes, apartment-educated
Man, you can catch me at the Embassy Suites or Marriot Fairfield
Cause real cool, cool cuttas keep a hotel bill
I roll with 10 girls called 10 deep who know what up
That if you leave with a cutta, then you wann’ get cut
[ CHORUS 2X ]
by Lil’ Romeo
from the album N/A
2 Way me Hit It
[Chorus x2]
Romeo, Romeo it takes two to make a thing go right
Romeo, oh Romeo it takes two to make it out of site
[Verse 1]
I wanna rock right now im lil Romeo and i came to get down im not
internationally known but I’m known to rock the microphone
Call me a pretty boy crown me the greatest a new no limit
Ya’ll can’t fade this you know I’m a
winner sho not a loser P. Miller clothes is what I choose ladies love me
Girls adore me I mean even the ones that never saw me
Like the way that i rhyme at a show the reason why whodie I don’t know
Oh yea
[Chorus x2 Lil Romeo overlapping] It takes two
[Verse 2]
Gametime, hair done up, hang time, attention 2 way on the waist line, young P
role on cress and neck below zero I’m the best to come in the game ask Cleo
holla back youngn (ooh ooh)
Pop ya colla call me richie rich I got a dog name
Dollar Custom paint 20’s on my ride but I keep it lockdown
Cuz I’m to young to drive I got bankrolls of pesos so my love wont cost a thing like J-Lo
I’m a baller ma I don’t play with playdoh
You seen cribs that’s now thats how we roll
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 Silkk the Shocker]
You got mail give it to the haters yall get fame we get paper Rome be Kobe I
be Shaq come back get double-platiunum back to back
Grown folks watchin girls be jockin ooohhhwwee tank ain’t stoppin
Come on off the bench and win it that’s just in me drop the top
Nothin less than the bently don’t twist the game
We reversed it back Rome & Silkk how u love that
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4]
Six Flags, I got the doleo platinum tanks that the logo
You know u suppose to
bounce to this I’m 12 years old
With 21 karrots around my wrist o wats up doc
The party don’t stop these no limit boys gone drop It like its hot
[Chorus till end, Lil Romeo overlapping]
Where them girls at
Where them boys at
Throw em up get em up put em up
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by U2
from the album N/A
It’s cold outside
It gets so hot in here
And the boys and girls collide
To the music in my ear
Hear the children crying
And they know it’s time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home
A painted face
And I know we haven’t long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong
Hear the children crying
And I know it’s time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
La lah la lah … La lah la lah … La lah lah
La lah la lah … La lah la lah … La lah lah
La lah la lah … La lah la lah … La lah lah
La lah la lah … La lah la lah … La lah lah
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Call out your name
Call out in shame
Call out your name
Call out
You better call out
Call, call, call out
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by City High
from the album City High
15 will get ya 20
16 will get ya 10
Don’t think it can’t happen to you cause
It happened to one of my friends
18 fresh out of school
Doin’ the right thing playing by the rues but
One day she caught his eye 36-24-with
A skirt size 5. He stepped to and
Asked her name not even thinking to
Ask her age she so fine she had
To be grown had he knew then what
He knows now.
She was only 16 with tha body
Of a 20 year old beauty queen, man oh man how
Could this be so damn fly but only16
15 get ya 20, 16 get you 10 don’t
Think it can’t happen to you cause
It happened to one of my friends
[repeat]
Let me tell you about my friend Gene
1997 homecoming queen working hard
On her degree but one hot day she was
Out at the Green and there he was about
5′9 chocolate as cocoa in the middle of
July so fine.he had tha lips of a vintage model if
She knew then what she knows now.
He was only 16 with the body of a god and
A face of a king man oh man how could this be
So damn fly but only 16
[repeat chorus]
by IMx
from the album IMx
IMx is back again
So everybody run and tell a friend
LDB, Bat, Romeo
They’re three bad brothers ’bout to run the show
IMx is back again
Yo’, B-A-T, won’t you bring it in
Listen, don’t you hate it when people be hatin’ on
what you do
It’s always about them and never about you
And some times you just don’t know what to do
Listen, tell me when I say that I’mma get my own
regardless of whether you pay
There’s always somebody that just don’t congratulate
So you could step off or hate me, whatever, see, but
first tell me
Why you always hatin’ on me
Ain’t no need for that
Is it because you want me to spend my money
Ain’t no need for that
And if you’re with me, throw your hands up high and
party with me
Ain’t no need for that
And all the players out there say it for me
Ain’t no need for that, no need for that
Listen, don’t you hate it when people always be
harassin’ you
Tryin’ to figure out what’s your next move
I let them know don’t worry about me, take care of you
Listen to me, why is everybody got to be hatin’ on me
What is the reason for all this jealousy
You need to step off me or hate, whatever, see, but
please tell me, yeah
What you want from me
I swear it feels like the same old thing every day of
the week
Don’t be mad at me
You can’t be mad ’cause I’m out here hustlin’ and
doin’ my thing
What you want from me
Sometimes it feels like the same old thing every day
of the week
Don’t be mad at me
‘Cause I’m doin’ my thing and makin’ money
Why you always hatin’ on me
Ain’t no need for that
Is it because you want me to spend my money
Ain’t no need for that
And if you’re with me, throw your hands up high and
party with me
Ain’t no need for that
And all the players out there say it for me
Ain’t no need for that, no need for that
Why you always hatin’ on me
Ain’t no need for that
Is it because you want me to spend my money
Ain’t no need for that
And if you’re with me, throw your hands up high and
party with me
Ain’t no need for that
And all the players out there say it for me
Ain’t no need for that, no need for that
What you want from me
I swear it feels like the same old thing every day of
the week
Don’t be mad at me
You can’t be mad ’cause I’m doin’ my thing
LDB, Bat, Romeo
These three bad brothers ’bout to run the show
IMx is back again
Hey, boys and girls, go tell your friends
Why you always hatin’ on me
Ain’t no need for that
Is it because you want me to spend my money
Ain’t no need for that
And if you’re with me, throw your hands up high and
party with me
Ain’t no need for that
And all the players out there say it for me
Ain’t no need for that, no need for that
Why you always hatin’ on me
Ain’t no need for that
Is it because you want me to spend my money
Ain’t no need for that
And if you’re with me, throw your hands up high and
party with me
Ain’t no need for that
And all the players out there say it for me
Ain’t no need for that, no need for that
Why you always hatin’ on me
Ain’t no need for that
Is it because you want me to spend my money
Ain’t no need for that
And if you’re with me, throw your hands up high and
party with me
Ain’t no need for that
And all the players out there say it for me
Ain’t no need for that, no need for that
Yeah
IMx
Platinum Status (Ain’t no need for that)
I know y’all hatin’ (Ain’t no need for that)
No need for that
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by Goodie Mob
from the album World Party
Chorus: Goodie Mob (repeat 2X)
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain’t these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A’s
[Backbone]
Say say say say Crack, what’s the word on the street?
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
I’m gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
I’m in my seventy-nine, flyin
Mobbed out so they can’t see me when I’m ridin
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I know these muh’fuckers wanna mug me
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
But I’ll do years, if I bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome
I’m, comin forth to carry you home
Chorus
[Cee-Lo]
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight
Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight
Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost
And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost
There’s somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts, I ain’t been in no actual car-jacks
but let me tell you this, I’ll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin with these two glocks, we gon’ bounce on off, on the new shocks
My nigga don’t hate me, cause I ain’t hated, but we related
No one includin me, should be understimated
But don’t you dare ride through the SWATS without, at least 30 shots
Cause I’m tellin ya, these Southern boys gon’ get all they got
Chorus
[Khujo]
Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ??
off the block before your carcass drop
Can’t share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks
Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes
brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle
Ain’t, barrin none hundred round draw
Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick ??
Takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom
Everytime son, rhymes too pretty’ll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers
I still see, punk ass bitches.. bitches..
Chorus
[Gipp]
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Y’all from the section where the straight shit, straight up off the top
Block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days
Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp
Shoot em from the hip, everytime I’m in my 84 Sedan Deville
block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin through the park
on the weekend ain’t no stoppin keep it dippin that’s how we trippin
Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass
Watch yo’ ass, keep yo’ elbows out the windows
and my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks
Lookin out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot
whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What?
Chorus
[T-Mo]
Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken, bout to start clickin
Hoe better know who the true G’s are, I’m the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier
Blowin composer, chief of that doja, told ya when I was older
I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age
Goodie Mo.B., doin they thang, I, pray, for, change
and my players in this game it’s insane, how this ‘caine
is bringin em pain, young’un doin time dyin by this grind
A-T-L, fine this just how it’s goin down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS
Chorus
by Julio Iglesias
from the album A Mis 33 Anos
Cada día, cada instante te recuerdo como aquella primavera,
Cuando tú eras flor temprana que jugaba a ser mujer por vez primera.
Me pregunto si el amor que nos unió ya no recuerdas…
Si supieras que en silencio yo te quiero cada día un poco más.
¿Dónde estarás?
¿Dónde estarás?
¿Dónde estarás?.
Si en la noche te despiertas de repente y me buscas en tus brazos,
Si en tus sueños más queridos aún recuerdas los momentos que pasamos,
Si después de tanto tiempo nuestro amor no has olvidado,
Yo quisiera que supieras que te quiero cada día un poco más.
¿Dónde estarás?
¿Dónde estarás?
¿Dónde estarás?.
Si después de conocer otros amores que pasaron por tu vida
De repente te das cuenta que era yo quien más querías,
Si después de tanto tiempo tú también me necesitas,
Yo quisiera que supieras que te quiero cada día un poco más.
¿Dónde estarás?
¿Dónde estarás?
¿Dónde estarás?.
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by Eve
from the album Eve-Olution
[Eve]
Turn your negitive into a positive
This one is for the kids
Hmm
[Chorus: Eve]
People hear me when I talk yea (As I grow)
People try to break me but I (Still stand strong)
Cuz this life that I live it’s (All I know)
And can nobody can take me off this (Path I travel on)
People hear me when I talk to yea
[Eve]
Yo
I’m in a position to help a lot of people
When I love it, but people that claim that they love me
Want to take advantage of it
I duck ‘em, I can’t lie
That toss alot of lies
Can’t trust the story tears swellin in my eyes
Let my pen stab the page, Times I feel raged
Sometimes I feel trapped got me locked in a cage
But I break free
Won’t never let the anger overtake me
Cuz actions of another never make E or break E
I never let ‘em shake me
And no matter what I never always wish exesive ho’s that hate me
The ones they call my enimies
Who only want to be friends of me
On the other hand surrounded by the greatest team
Who wouldn’t trade mind for nothin not for anything
Thank you for giving me your best
And I appreciate giving you everything and nothing less
[Chorus: Eve]
People hear me when I talk yea (As I grow)
People try to break me but I (Still stand strong)
Cuz this life that I live it’s (All I know)
And can nobody can take me off this (Path I travel on)
People hear me when I talk to yea
[Eve]
I live my life threw my semi chest
My heart beat strong, sometimes contaminated by the pest
And yeah I know I’m livin’ blessed
And if I didn’t make it here, my life would be a mess
Can’t live a life of fear
All that get you is nowhere surrounded by a bunch of stress
And I always had a hard head
Had a choice to play around wit life or listen to a gossip
So I straightened up and I’m doin right
Growin every year, aiiyo this thing ain’t happen overnight
But I still got alot to do
And never givin up cuz anything I feel I know is possible
Don’t never let people disgurage
Plants see the dream, Baby and let ‘em flurish
Lettin you in on what I know
Huh, as I live my life and as I grow
[Chorus: Eve]
People hear me when I talk yea (As I grow)
People try to break me but I (Still stand strong)
Cuz this life that I live it’s (All I know)
And can nobody can take me off this (Path I travel on)
People hear me when I talk to yea
[Repeat once]
[Kid Talking until fade]
by Sheryl Crow
from the album Tuesday Night Music Club
Hit it!
This ain’t no disco
It ain’t no country club either
This is LA!
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It’s apropos
Of nothing
He says his name’s William but I’m sure,
He’s Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he’s plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he’s ever had a day of fun in his whole
life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they’re nothing like Billy and me, cause
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I’m not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I’m not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
And he’s watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on
the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads
[Chorus]
Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty
cars
The sun and the moon but
[Chorus]