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Ice cube ft. Lil' Jon and Snoop Dogg-Go To Church(ly...

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04:07,

2008-03-06 12:05:16

Description: Ice cube ft. Lil' Jon and Snoop Dogg-Go To Church "Go To Church" (feat. Lil Jon, Snoop Dogg) [Snoop Dogg] Nigga you need to stop snitchin! All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin (More) Ice cube ft. Lil' Jon and Snoop Dogg-Go To Church "Go To Church" (feat. Lil Jon, Snoop Dogg) [Snoop Dogg] Nigga you need to stop snitchin! All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin Nigga if you scared, go to church You knew the job was dangerous when you took it Whattup it's the big boss Dogg Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete [Intro: Ice Cube] Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya [Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!) "Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!) You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!) You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!) In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey) Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey) And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts [Chorus 2X: Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH) If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT) If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK) IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!) [Snoop Dogg] Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is "Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers Hang out with kidnappers and jackers Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin? It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme You don't really wanna have a clash with my team I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up? You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up [Chorus] [Lil Jon: repeat 2X] You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you scared You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared) You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared) [Chorus] [Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)] It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY) Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!) Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls (Less)

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Tags: 213 church cube dj dogg go ice jon lil mc N.W.A nate nwa ren snoop to yella

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N.W.A - I ain't the one

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04:56,

2007-12-24 11:20:11

Description: Classic song from N.W.A (Ice Cube). Enjoy! Here are the lyrics for you intrested... Do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?] How short's your hair right now? (More) Classic song from N.W.A (Ice Cube). Enjoy! Here are the lyrics for you intrested... Do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?] How short's your hair right now? [Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this Verse One: I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt See I'm from the street, so I know what's up On these silly games that's played by the women I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em But you know, I'm a menace to society But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me So I step to em, with aggression Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today See they think we narrow minded Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded So I walk over and say "How ya doin?" See I'm only down for screwin, but you know ya gotta play it off cool Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled And they'll get you for your money, son Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done Fool, and they'll let you show em off But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough Or a headache, it's all give and no take Run out of money, and watch your heart break They'll drop you like a bad habit cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it Messin with me though, they gets none You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one Interlude One: [Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't do nothin for me but get out of my face.] [I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off unless he got dollars] Verse Two: Sometimes I used to wonder How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number He's gettin juiced for his ducats I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket And won't think nuttin of it She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me You know I spell girl with a B A brother like me is only out for one thing I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King And when I take you, you get frustrated You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it But you see, I don't go nuts Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts It start comin out the pocket, to knock it But when the damage is done... You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl For the simple fact that, I ain't the one Interlude Two: [I don't care how they look if they got money, we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.] [Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some, play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.] [Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?] Verse Three: Give you money why bother Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father Girl, I can't be played or ganked Ganked means getting took for your bank Or your gold or your money or something Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing They get mad when I put it in perspective But let's see if my knowledge is effective To the brothas man they robbing you blind Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind Keep your money to yourself homie and if you got enough game You'll get her name and her number Without going under You can't leave em and love and stay above em I used to get no play now she stay behind me Cause I said I had a Benz 190 But I lied and played the one Just to get some now she feels dumb To my homies it's funny But that's what you get trying to play me for my money Now don't you feel used But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots You shouldn't be, so damn material And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal Now how many times do I have to say it Cause if I have to go get a gun You girls will learn I don't burn You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one Outro: [But you said you love me!] I don't see no rings on this finger [Why you doin me like this? I love you!] Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted -- beat it (Less)

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Tags: attitude blood crip cube dr dr. dre eazy eazy-e eazye gangsta gangster ice ice-cube mc nigga niggaz rap ren with

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Eric B. & Rakim - My Melody

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06:47,

2008-03-31 19:07:04

Description: Off Paid In Full (Lyrics) Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar I'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the R A-k-i-m, not like the rest of them, I'm not on (More) Off Paid In Full (Lyrics) Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar I'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the R A-k-i-m, not like the rest of them, I'm not on a list That's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientist My melody's in a code, the very next episode Has the mic often distortin', ready to explode I keep the mic at Fahrenheit, freeze MC's to make 'em colder The listener's system is kickin' like solar As I memorize, advertise, like a poet Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough That's why the moral of my story I tell'll be Nobody beats the R, check out my melody So what, I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I seen One of these four MC's so they don't have to scream I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test it, Let 'My Melody' play, then a record suggest it I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm Any MC that disagree with me wave your arm And I'll break, when I'm through breakin' I'll leave you broke Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait I won't push, I won't beat around the bush I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to You might try but you can't get close to Because I'm number one, competition is none I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun whether playin ball or bobbin' in the hall Or just writin my name in graffiti on the wall You shouldn't have told me you said you controlled me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your money, pull out your cut Pull up a chair, and I'm a tear shit up My name is Rakim Allah, and R and A stands for Ra Switch it around, it still comes out R So easily will I e-m-c-e-e My repetition of words is check out my melody Some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice I wouldn't a came and said my name and run same weak shit Puttin' blurbs and slurs and words that don't fit In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone I take this more serious than just a poem Rockin party to party, backyard to yard I tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp I can swing off anything even a string of a harp Just turn it on and start rockin, mine, no introduction 'Til I finish droppin science, no interruption When I approach I exercise like a coach Usin' a melody and add new verse(?) and notes So when the mic and the R-a-k-i-m It's attached, like a match I will strike again Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped Put in a order to pursue with the momentum except I say one rhyme out of order, a longer rhyme shorter, A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor Melody arranger, poet, etcetera Extra event, the grand finale-like bonus I am the man they call the microphonist With wisdom, which means wise words bein' spoken Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin' I came to express the rap I manifest Stand in my way and I'll veto, in other words, protest MC's that wanna be vissed(?), they're gonna Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta All they can go get is me a glass of Moet A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet I take 7 MC's put 'em in a line And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine Now that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin' No fessin', no messin' around, no chewin' No robbin', no buyin', bitin', why bother This slob'll stop tryin', fightin' to follow My unusual style will confuse you a while And if I was water, I'd flow in the Nile So many rhymes you won't have time to go for yours Just because of applause I have to pause Right after tonight is when I prepare To catch another sucka duck MC out there 'Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe And after this you'll call me your majesty My melody Yes, my melody Eric B. Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it Eric B. made a cut and advertised it My melody's created for MC's in the place They try to listen cuz I'm dissin them so pick up your face Shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace Now you're buggin', almost doggin' off my rhyme-like bass The melody that I'm stylin', smooth as a violin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island My wisdom is swift, no matter if My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff I'm genuine like leather - inclined to be clever MC, you'll beat the R, I'll say "Oh never" So Eric B., cut it easily and check out my melody... (Less)

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Proof - Anywhere

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03:42,

2008-02-03 08:28:59

Description: Single released by the late Proof in 1996. R.I.P. Here are the lyrics: [Proof] Singular in the mind, I'm who you would construction Amaze it in vocab, unique good production Pilots, now (More) Single released by the late Proof in 1996. R.I.P. Here are the lyrics: [Proof] Singular in the mind, I'm who you would construction Amaze it in vocab, unique good production Pilots, now it's revenger for real one One in the million drastic with verbal nastics radical back you go and askin what you rappin fo Inferity since you relieve factually that you wack to me Why you strive to be the best out them all I cut your thigh off down to your toe You still wanna flow now come on use your head How you gon kick it with only one leg? I reckon that all bad MC's didn't have the reas I turn your juice to peoples and to dead batteries Elementz the four energies to sink your ship Put a brain up in your anus and you still couldn't think of shit Smartass, your wack lines ain't harmin me I provoke you joke ass rappers to stand up and make comedy Test the midwest and who's steppin up Rippin off your ears won't make you def enough The best of like vestor, the referee can't see the pressure Here comes the loony ass professor Chill nigga, naw it's me nigga Best to ask Tommy Cause he'll figure... it Just don't pay to be bad So grab your pen and pad And jet back to the fuckin lab [Chorus] Whos that the battle king take 'em to the battle scene watch the rappers scream.. Whos that the battle king take 'em to the battle scene watch the rappers scream.. now Whos that the battle king take 'em to the battle scene watch the rappers scream.. now Whos that the battle king take 'em to the battle scene watch the rappers scream.. [Proof] You wanna battle, what? That puts me in a better mood So now I won't stop like a bus driver with an attitude Walk a slick trail watch me outboxin you swarm But that ain't hittin like an armless boxer You have no technique offcourse they sleep You can rhyme all day ask six quarters an admit your weak Rhyme for rhyme you can bet ya That ain't a damn line predictable call the psychic network I'm out to foldin now I told you crystal clear Guilletine style, parralel to Wolverine I've seen pain, check my brain Exclusive, too abusive, comin from the westcoast Don't make that ass ruthless You can hang but ya hung That shit you said was fake A bootlegger must got your tongue Here's to tell you wannabes who tryna rap "Yo Proof man you're incredible" No I'm better than that Practice the tactics That's a bad thing So now you's a fake bitch like a drag-queen Weak cats who dream Gedini and trickle Houdini The problems in your god complex check your colbelini Scope this, these wack niggaz can't get with me Take a hard MC make him yellow like Kid Capri Shit we was your top notch And don't need to brag about the past now we out to prof box Like Stephen King with the butcher knife I stab your story And now you bitch ass niggaz runnin back to the laboratory [Chorus] Remember that (echos) Wuch you know about weak emcess huh? Wuch you know about crackers and cheese Mk Strait for the 9 izzle izzo, im izzi... without a doubt (Less)

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Tags: Big D-12 D12 Derty DeShaun Dupree Harry Holton Proof Shady

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