rap.958sani.,
Ma Brko , znamo mi da si ti ql tip. Obrijaj se samo.
E gligo ti valjda imas , a ako nemas nek baci neko drugi
rechi pesama sa albuma "No way out". Moze i pojedinachno samo da ne
bude "signorita" i "I'll be missing you". :)
rap.959emajsijuen,
-> #958, sani.
>> E gligo ti valjda imas , a ako nemas nek baci neko drugi
>> rechi pesama sa albuma "No way out". Moze i pojedinachno samo da ne
>> bude "signorita" i "I'll be missing you". :)
Za svaki slucaj...Evo ti neke stvari koje ja imam...
puffy.arjrap.960gligo,
Preuzeto iz nba.news...
> Rapper makes Hornets roster
>
>
> CHARLOTTE (Jan 21, 1999 - 13:53 EST) - Vlade Divac may be gone
> and Glen Rice may be injured, but the beat goes on for the
> Charlotte Hornets.
> Percy Miller, better known as rap star Master P, has been added
> to the Hornets' training camp roster.
> He has been much more of a hit in music. He started his own
> record company, No Limit, and has turned it into a
> multi-faceted, music-production sports agency business,
> grossing $56 million last year.
rap.961chill,
SONG: 99 Problems
Artist: ICE-T
Album: Home Invasion
Yeah last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me why didn't do no sex
dances shit but this year I went to maimi and got my nigger from two
lives brother martins in the house...
yea I am the motherfuckin nigger
yeah, we are goin to answer the questions about girl problems
every nigger has his girl problem
mart, ah, tell'em man, tell'em
lemme tell you what time is it..
I got a whore from the east
got a whore from the west
got a whore that likes to jack it off
and rubb it in her chest
I got a whore from the north
a whore from the south
a whore that likes to suck at long and hold it in her mouth
I got a bitch with hair
a bitch with none
a bitch with a knife
a bitch with a gun
a bitch with an ass bigger than the T.V. set
and there is a bitch over there
hey the one I am gonna get
but yo, maybe not, she might not like me though
no sweat to event
I sell my sister though, word.
I sell the whole damn herd
I fuck em all and leave em on the culrve
I got a bitch with a mic
who like perfector link
who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
got a bitch with tits
a bitch with ass
a bitch with none
but hey I give her the best
but I love em all I love em crazily
and they love me back thats why they stay with me
so if you have a girl problem
I'll be there for you son
got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
hit it
no a bitch ain't one
I got a bitch thats old
a bitch who is new
a bitch who likes velvet in the colors blue
I got a bitch who is fat
a bitch who is built
a bitch that all her titties give up her milk
I got a bitch who is funny
a bitch who ain't
a bitch who can sing
a bitch who can't
a bitch who love fuckin on the airplane
I even got a bitch off soul train
I got a bitch who is over ragged up pins
long ends
I got a bitch who is broke as a bomb
but she is the most fun
I got a bitch who play piano
a bitch who don't
a bitch who dances naked
a bitch who won't
a bitch who's short
a bitch who's tall
a bitch who burns my pager with priority calls
and I love em all I love em crazily
and they love me back thats why they stay with me
so if you have a girl problem
I'll be there for you son
got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
hit me
yo martins you from miami man,
why won't you show those motherfuckers all the over the world
that two lives style of how a bitch is threated
motherfucker a nigger like you
I got 99 problems a bitch ain't one
I am going not to threat any whores
cause I don't need none of em
push them to temptation
ditch to persuasion
all the whores suck cock
nigger how you play em
thats why I don't sleep with em
I just phreak on em
dig the dick in their mouth
take it out
and I sky on them
that nigger that white nighter
the bitch exciter
I only love my whores when I go up inside em
problem number one is gettin money
I rather take the green than sit the honey
so don't excpect none
cause I ain't offering
and I go hunting my bitch cause I ain't softening
cause I never never softening
pulling demands on em
fuckin em and scream on them
the wham bamb thank you mam
the game is ran on em
so fuck how you feel
you are fuckin cheap thrill
I hope you took the pill I won't pay the bill
getting pussy is just another expence
your pussy pays the bills
the dick pays the rent
I only need a hope from one thing and thats to come
I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
ha!
you martins my motherfuckin you got problems man ?
a bitch ain't one
ah shit
lemme tell you how to do that shit
I got a bitch that loves to gink
she'll fuck you
after she fucks me
I got a bitch who loves both
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes
I got a bitch that's fast
a bitch that's slow
a bitch that is a virgin
and a bitch that is a hoe
a bitch that lies
a bitch that trues
a bitch who is a man
because they are bitches too
I got a bitch that is cool
a bitch that is hut
a bitch who loves rap
a bitch who loves rock
a bitch who is lost
and one who know what is that
she gets right in front of me
and posses like a cat
I got a bitch that runs
I got a bitch that walks
I got a bitch that yells
I got a bitch who talk
I got a bitch that is dirty
a bitch that is neat
I got a super farm bitch that I am not gonna swap me
but I love em all I love em crazily
and they love me back thats why they stay with me
so if you have a girl problem
I'll be there for you son
got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
hit me
no a bitch ain't one
ah, you know a bitch ain't one
you know what I am saying
I got problems my motherfuckin rent martins
but a bitch ain't one
maybe got yourself nothing man
fucking
ragging
spanking
assholes nigger
a bitch ain't one
I got a problems stay out here on the streets
with the police tryin to take them out
you know
but a bitch ain't one
got problems motherfuckers
buying my records
but a bitch ain't one
fuck em all
(fuck em motherfucker)
you know what I am saying
a bitch ain't one
got problems man
(all of motherfuckers kiss my motherfuckin ass)
[feeds out with unknown fuckin rap words]
rap.962chill,
ICE CUBE "WAR & PEACE: Vol. 1 (The War Disc)"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inače, u originalu korice ovog albuma su uradjene
u Multi-Image 3D tehnici (nešto kao hologram)...
war_disc.jpgrap.963gdown,
-> #962, chillAj baci i Vol.2
10x
rap.964chill,
ICE CUBE wallpaper, odlično izgleda na 800x600...
wall_ice.jpgrap.965chill,
PUBLIC ENEMY wallpaper, takodje za 800x600...
wall_pe.jpgrap.966rados,
KO voli CYPRESS HILL ko ja ovo ce mu se svideti
teqcover.jpgrap.967chill,
PUBLIC ENEMY "Hazy Shade Of Criminal", maxi single...
p_enemy.jpgrap.969chill,
>> =========================
>> 53761 Za chill 25.01.99. 15:07
>> Od donmega@icecube 25.01.99. 09:54 539 chr
>> ---------------------------------------------------
>> Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1999 15:29:38 -0800 (PST)
>> Subject: Welcome to Cube's List
>> From: Ice Cube <donmega@icecube.com>
>> To: Chill@sezam.co.yu
>>
>>
>> Welcome to the Club...
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rap.970chill,
THE N.Y. TIMES ON THE WEB
December 4, 1998 PUBLIC ENEMY Fights the Music Industry
With Online Releases
By MATT RICHTEL
The rap group PUBLIC ENEMY may not have made any money by offering free
downloads of unreleased songs, but its members insist they have made a
point: the Internet will soon allow artists to see more profit from their
work by eliminating the need for middlemen.
The group recently became the first major recording artists to use the
Internet to fight their own record company.
"Technology is leveling the playing field," said Chuck D, the group's leader,
in a phone interview Thursday from his home in Long Island. "No longer can
executives, accountants and lawyers dictate the flow."...
...Two weeks ago, PUBLIC ENEMY began offering free downloads of several songs
from an unreleased album of remixed hits, "Bring the Noise 2000," in the MP3
file format, which allows high-quality sound to be squeezed into a small file.
The group said it planned to release all of the album's tracks on the site
over time.
Chuck D said the release of the songs was meant to protest the "bureaucracy"
in the record industry that eats into artist profits. He said it was not
specifically a response to disagreements with Def Jam, which owns the rights
to the songs. But in a strongly worded statement on the Web site, he lashed
out at the company and the industry.
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THE NET
January 15, 1999 By Jim Hu
Staff Writer, CNET News.com
Web technology firm Global Music Outlet has launched its own music download
format, and has signed on rapper Chuck D as the first to promote it...
...Alongside the unveiling of MP4, rap group PUBLIC ENEMY has released its
latest single, "Swindler's Lust," using the MP4 format. PUBLIC ENEMY frontman
Chuck D has been outspoken about the benefits of using the Web--instead of
record stores--to distribute popular music.
Last month, PUBLIC ENEMY's record label, Polygram, threatened to sue Chuck D
after he posted MP3 audio files of his group's unreleased album. The song is
available on PUBLIC ENEMY's Web site...
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BILLBOARD DAILY MUSIC UPDATE
January 11, 1999P.E.'s Back With Scathing MP4
Track
Edited by Julie Taraska
PUBLIC ENEMY has unleashed a vitriolic attack on the music industry in the
form of "Swindler's Lust," a new song available for free download on the
hip-hop group's Web site...
...On the track, Chuck D likens artists' plights to that of slavery, tracing
a path of the industry's financial exploitation of black musicians.
Citing the blues players in the Delta, Little Richard, soul singers, session
players, and rappers in the '80s an '90s "who are still trying to get paid,"
he sings in the chorus:
"If you don't own the master
The master owns you
Who you trust
From Swindler's Lust
From the back of the bus
Neither one of us
Control the fate of our soul
It's Swindler's Lust."
...Undoubtedly, another impetus for "Swindler's Lust" was the decision of
PUBLIC ENEMY's label, Def Jam, and parent company, PolyGram (now Universal),
to remove the band's unreleased remix album, "Bring The Noise 2000," from
the group's site in early December...
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WIRED NEWS
January 13, 1999 P.E. Puts MP4 in the House
by Christopher Jones
In a tale of mistaken identities and strange bedfellows, legendary hip-hop
group PUBLIC ENEMY has teamed up with a small technology company to rewrite
the rules for promoting, distributing, and pricing music over the Internet.
When Global Music Outlet, or GMO, announces its next-generation music
distribution format this week, it will give artists a way to embed copyright
information in CD-quality files for easy distribution over the Net.
Like MP3, the technology allows users to download small, executable files
that contain music. In addition, players that reveal text, graphics,
copyright information, and hyperlinks to the artist's site are included in
the file.
But, in a controversial move, GMO has trademarked the technology as "MP4,"
a name that has been used informally to describe MPEG-4, a separate,
open-standard technology that is to be released for general licensing later
this year by the International Standards Organization...
...The MP4 format hit the Internet last week when PUBLIC ENEMY posted a new
song, "Swindlers Lust", to its Web site for free download. The song takes a
stab at the music industry's exploitation of artists over the years. It
starts with Chuck D rapping:
"Vultures of culture, dollar a rhyme, but we barely get a dime,"
and goes on to say:
"Rap and R&B paving the streets of Bel Air from the sales of singers no
longer here, the bigger killer gets the bigger share."
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SILICON ALLEY DAILY
December 18, 1998 PUBLIC ENEMY's Chuck D Tells SAR About
His MP3 Visions
SAR Editor and Publisher Jason McCabe Calacanis spoke candidly with Chuck D,
the leader of the rap group PUBLIC ENEMY, earlier this week about the group's
efforts to release its latest album on the Net.
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UNDERCOVER MUSIC NEWS
January 11, 1999 PUBLIC ENEMY Quit Def Jam
After a very vocal public display of aggresion against their record company
of the last few months, PUBLIC ENEMY have confirmed they have quit Def Jam.
The band will now release it's next album over the internet.
PUBLIC ENEMY have been in dispute with Def Jam ever since they posted CD
audio quality MP3 files from their upcoming remix album at their web site.
After a legal discussion, the band took down the songs but last week posted
up a new song for fans. That song Swindlers Lust told of how recording for a
major label was the equivilant of slavery.
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ROLLING STONE NETWORK
January 1999, Ticking Bomb
Digital crusader Chuck D still aims to be the music industry's public
enemy No. 1
As the music industry trembles at the gathering storm clouds of MPEG
technology, PUBLIC ENEMY mastermind Chuck D is dancing in the rain and
shouting out to heaven for more.
Bring it on, he says, licking his chops at the havoc to come when the
proverbial s--- hits the fan. When PUBLIC ENEMY's former label Def Jam
("Def Scam" he now calls them) cried foul at his posting of tracks from the
group's unreleased remix album, Bring the Noise 2000, on WWW.PUBLIC-ENEMY.COM,
D removed them and posted a venemous note in reply. "It seems like the
weasels have stepped into the fire," he wrote. "The execs, lawyers and
accountants who lately have made most of the money in the music biz, are
now running scared from the technology that evens out the creative field
and makes artists harder to pimp ... I'm glad to be a contributor to the
bomb." In other words, he may have lost the battle, but the war . . . that's
just heating up.
To wit, the PUBLIC ENEMY site now features a brand new song, Swindler's Lust,
from the group's forthcoming album, There's a Poison Goin' On. The track is
available for free download in its entirety in the just-unveiled MP4 format,
which features near CD-quality sound in a stand-alone form (no special player
required) that can be attached to e-mail. Fans will have to wait until spring
for PUBLIC ENEMY to drop the rest of the album, but D promises that the whole
shebang will be available on the Web, in addition to traditional disc form.
(He's currently reviewing his options for the hard format distribution).
We caught up with Mistachuck to find out more about the album and the
revolution to come.
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DAVEY D'S HIP HOP CORNER
December 7, 1998 PUBLIC ENEMY FORCED TO
REMOVE ALBUM OFF THEIR WEBSITE !
by Davey D
The other day PUBLIC ENEMY got threatened with a lawsuit from their label
Def Jam/Polygram for releasing songs on their website WWW.PUBLIC-ENEMY.COM
from their yet to be released album 'Bring The Noise 2000'. Apparently the
album was supposed to be released several months back. If you recall earlier
this year we had reported how PE was returning to the scene with two lps.
The first was in actuality a soundtrack for Spike Lee's movie 'He's Got Game'.
The second lp which was to immediately follow was the 'Bring The Noise 2000'.
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BILLBOARD DAILY MUSIC UPDATE
December 7, 1998 Chuck D Blasts Biz Over MP3
Opposition
Edited by Julie Taraska
PUBLIC ENEMY leader Chuck D is speaking out about the record industry's stance
against the MP3 file format. He tells Billboard Bulletin that the Def Jam
act's attempt to post "Bring The Noise 2000" -- an unreleased collection of
songs and remixes -- for free digital download at WWW.PUBLIC-ENEMY.COM was
an act of defiance against the music industry. Four of the set's 27 songs
were posted in MP3; the tracks were removed from the site shortly after news
broke of their availability.
Noted hip-hop producer Gary G-Wiz, who worked with Chuck D on the MP3
postings, claims that the project is a promotional effort and will not hurt
retail sales. Chuck D says he will use MP3 again in the future.
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WIRED NEWS
December 5, 1998
PUBLIC ENEMY's Chuck D on MP3
by Jennifer Sullivan
Rap group PUBLIC ENEMY is known for speaking out -- especially band member
Chuck D. The group is famous for radical lyrics in songs like "Fight the
Power" and "911 Is a Joke."
When it comes to the controversy surrounding the distribution of audio on
the Internet, Chuck D is true to form. "As far as the industry [goes], fuck
'em all," he said. "Now they're all fucking scared. The means of distributing
the fucking product [is] in anyone's hands."
PUBLIC ENEMY runs an extensive Web site, with audio files of their music,
video clips, message boards, photos, and song lyrics. In the past three
weeks the band posted portions of a longer remix for free download in the
MP3 format, according to Chuck D. They planned to release one sample a week
from an unreleased 27-minute remix of old PUBLIC ENEMY songs called Bring
the Noise 2000.
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rap.971chill,
Cypress Hill NEWS:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"DJ Muggs Presents the Soul Assassins: Chapter 2," This spring.
Muggs and Tricky in the studio together.
The next single will be Dr. Greenthumb, the CD Maxi and 12" will be in-store
January 18, 1999. A remix of Dr. Greenthumb by the Fun Lovin' Criminals to
be included on this commercial single release.
Cypress Hill HISTORY:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1988: Havana-born Sennen Reyes (Sen Dog) and younger brother Ulpiano Sergio
(Mellow Man Ace), who moved from Cuba to the L. A. suburb of Southgate with
their family in 1971, form the rap quartet DVX with an Italian-American
transplant from Queens, N.Y. named Lawrence Muggerud (DJ Muggs)ˇwho had
previously been with the hip-hop outfit 7A3ˇand L.A native Louis Freese
(B-Real). After Mellow Man Ace splits to launch a solo career, remaining three
members form the group Cypress Hill, named after Cypress Avenue, a street that
runs through the South Central L.A. turf where they live.
1990: With a hard-core rapping style laced with a pro-hemp message, the trio
perform to mostly Latin audiences in and around Los Angeles, recording early
demo versions of "Real Estate," "Light Another," "The Phuncky Feel One,"
"Psychobetabuckdown" and a song called "Trigga Happy Nigga," which later
became their first hit, "How I Could Just Kill A Man." Trio signs with
Philadelphia's RuffHouse label, which has a distribution deal with Columbia
Records.
1991: Debut album, Cypress Hill, comes out in November, with re-recorded
versions of "Real Estate," "Light Another" and "Psychobetabuckdown" as well as
brand-new classics like "Stoned Is The Way of the Walk," "Something For The
Blunted," "Latin Lingo" and "Hand On The Pump."
1992: The band release the single, "The Phuncky Feel One," but it is the
b-side, the controversial gangsta rap classic "How I Could Just Kill A Man,"
which starts to get college radio airplay, leading to N.Y.'s influential WBLS
adding the song, where it became the station's most requested track. The
resulting video spurs the band's album to sell almost two million copies in
the U.S., breaking into the Top 40 and earning the group the "Hot Rap Singles"
nod at the Billboard Music Awards that December. Meanwhile, Muggs begins his
own producing career by helming House of Pain's eponymous debut, which cracks
the Top 20 of the album charts. He would go on to produce such acts as
Funkdoobiest and the Beastie Boys with his cutting-edge hip-hop pastiches. The
band appears on the side-stage at Lollapalooza '92, anticipating their
headlining stint in '95.
1993: Cypress Hill releases its second album, Black Sunday, which was heralded
by the hit single, "Insane In The Brain," launching the band's influential
horror-core hip-hop imagery. The disc shattered records by debuting at #1,
registering the highest first-week SoundScan sales for any rap album in
history up to that point. Thanks to subsequent singles like "I Ain't Goin' Out
Like That," which sampled fellow horror fans Black Sabbath's "The Wizard,"
Black Sunday went on to sell more than two million albums in the U.S. and over
three and a quarter million around the world. The group appears on "Saturday
Night Live" for the first and last time; they're banned after Muggs lights up
a blunt on-air while the group trashes their equipment during the aptly titled
second number, "Ain't Goin' Out." They also headline the SRO "Soul Assassins"
club tour with House of Pain and Funkdoobiest followed by a stint of college
dates with 7 Year Bitch and Rage Against the Machine, showing their
versatility and ability to play for different audiences and with a variety of
groups. Further proof of their desire to push the envelope is borne out by the
trio's two collaborations on the hit "Judgment Night" soundtrack, recording
songs with alternarock gods Sonic Youth ("I Love You Mary Jane") and Pearl Jam
("Real Thing").
1994: After a U.K. tour that winter, Cypress Hill once again appear on the
side stage at the '94 Lollapalooza festival and perform at that summer's
Woodstock concert with newest member, one-time Beastie Boys percussionist Eric
Bobo, son of salsa legend Willie Bobo. The group was named the Best Rap Group
in the annual Rolling Stone Music Awards poll by both critics and readers.
1995: Cypress Hill headlines Lollapalooza '95 with Hole, Sonic Youth,
Pavement, Sin╚ad O' Connor, Beck, Jesus Lizard, Mighty Mighty Bosstones and
others. The band contribute a track, "I Wanna Get High," to the Capricorn
release of the High Times magazine-sponsored "Hempilation" compilation to
benefit the group's pet charity, NORML (National Organization to Reform
Marijuana Laws). The trio release their third album, III (Temples of Boom),
which debuts on the U.S. charts at #3, on its way to platinum-plus sales of
more than 1.5 million despite limited radio and video airplay. The record
featured the hit single, "Throw Your Set In The Air," and such special guests
as Wu-Tang's U-God and the RZA, who produced the track, "Killa Hill." Shortly
after finishing the record, Sen stopped touring with the band to pursue other
musical interests, including his band SX-10.
1996: Cypress Hill spend much of the year on the road, headlining shows with
311 and The Pharcyde before going out as one of the featured acts on the
inaugural "Smokin' Grooves" tour that summer with Ziggy Marley, the Fugees,
Busta Rhymes and A Tribe Called Quest. Later that year, they release a
nine-song EP, Unreleased and Revamped, which brought together rare remixes
never before available commercially.
1997: Group members take time to get involved in individual projects. Muggs
cuts a solo album, Muggs Presents... The Soul Assassins, with members of Wu
Tang Clan, Dr. Dre, KRS-One, Wyclef Jean, Mobb Deep and the rest of Cypress
Hill. B-Real collaborated with Busta Rhymes, Coolio, LL Cool J and Method Man
on the cut, "Hit 'Em High," from the multi-platinum "Space Jam" original
soundtrack. He also hooked up with Dr. Dre, Nas and KRS-One on the track,
"East Coast Killer, West Coast Killer," on Dre's hit Aftermath album, and
recorded his solo debut, The Psycho Realm, with L.A.-based Latino rappers Duke
and Jacken. During the summer, Cypress Hill once again set out on the "Smokin'
Grooves" tour with George Clinton and the P-Funk All Stars and Eryka Badu,
among others.
1998: After releasing the record Get Wood Sampler with his punk-metal hybrid
SX-10 on Jordan Schur's Flip label, Sen Dog returns to the Cypress Hill fold
just in time to record the band's fourth album and join them for their third
consecutive appearance on last summer's "Smokin' Grooves" tour with labelmates
Wyclef Jean &the Refugee Allstars, Busta Rhymes, Gang Starr and Canibus.
Cypress Hill THE PRESENT:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This fall's release of IV, produced by DJ Muggs for the Soul Assassins, marks
a welcome return to the groundbreaking hip-hop group's roots in atmospheric,
cutting-edge rap in all its wide-screen, larger-than-life glory. Cypress Hill
revisits some of its most chilling street scenarios in "Looking Through The
Eye of A Pig," the rumbling "Prelude To A Come Up" (with a guest rap by MC
Eiht and samples from Mobb Deep and Amon DŞŞl [!]) and the eerie
funhouse-mirror carnival send-up, "16 Men Till There's No Men Left."
The quartet's audio-visual flair comes through in such cinematic set-pieces as
the gangsta homage, "Steel Magnolia" (featuring newcomer Barron Ricks), the
disaster epic blueprint "Feature Presentation" (featuring Ricks and Chace
Infinite) and the Latin-flavored "Tequila Sunrise" (also with Ricks and slated
as the radio impact single), while the mythic "Clash of the Titans" and the
closing "Lightning Strikes" provide a suitably apocalyptic one-two punch
finale.
And of course, there's a coupla odes to the chronic in the light-hearted "Dr.
Greenthumb" (the b-side to the single) and the anthemic "High Times." The
first single, "Tequila Sunrise" b/w "Dr. Greenthumb," will include a remix
featuring Latin hip-hop icon Fat Joe and a Spanish language version. The video
for "Tequila Sunrise" is being directed by Kevin Kerslake, known for his work
with Smashing Pumpkins, the Offspring and Nirvana, among others.
As always, Cypress Hill defy categorization and accusations of sell-out by
doing things their way and not following the commercial trends of the moment.
They're not just alternative, hip-hop, rock, jazz, punk, thrash, skate-core or
metal, but a melting pot of cross-cultural references that go together like
prime buddage and a bong. Answering critics who say the band has strayed from
its hip-hop heritage, B-Real says: "What people don't understand is, if we
take the music as high as we can, we're not leaving it behind to do another
kind of music. We're taking it with us.... taking advantage of the doors that
were kicked the fuck open!" With IV, these smokin' legends prove the sky's the
limit for how high their potpourri of modern hip-hop and rock can fly.
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rap.974chill,
Artist: Funkdoobiest
Album: Brothas Doobie
Song: Pussy Ain't Shit
Pussy aint shit but lips and clit!
Pussy aint shit but lips and clit!
Pussy aint shit but lips and clit!
Pussy aint shit but lips and clit!
Verse 1:
One vagina, two vagina just like a minor
I'm gonna go deep paid fuck for reminder
doobie can't spark itch my dick with the clitoris
isn't this cause all the pussy can't get with this
shaving the anus, smelly who sprayed it
she grabbed my dick with the pussy lips sagging
I just fuck the pussy, then I just throw it out
it aint shit the bitches be acting like its gold
sucking, fat lips swelled with the ovaries
the space in between was her urinary opening
vagina walls pollute my dick with the uteris
Funkdoobiest, yo girls aint used to this
fallopean tubes, the pussy's pulsating
and clitoris is hot my way I'm masterbating
waiting for the skin, but isn't all for me though
the pussy aint shit fuck a bitch and her ego
Pussy aint shit but lips and clit x 4
Verse 2:
What was that, the pussy just farted
I lubricate the lips vagina walls had parted
the cervix of her uteris, I saw Mrs. Diaphram
pussy aint shit give it to me in a frying pan
who's catching coodies pussy gotta doodie
brush with the remedy we'll give it up the booty
a turn on, the passage to the female genitals
i won't play myself and giving em my principal
physical, female, anatomy sad to see
a pressed pussy lip drip so don't be mad at me
brothas in prison doing time for the coochie
the tuna, the shrimp, the snatch, and the sushi
vaginas discharged, spots on the panties
unsanitary cause the pussy's too hairy
Pussy aint shit but lips and clit x 4
Verse 3:
Nigga wanna die for the pussy and fight for the pussy
kill for the clit yo I aint going out
it's just me on the marrow, a muscle for the friction
cold sex for no sex thats my prediction
diction, speak the x-rated lingo
waiting on my dick I hit the g-spot bingo
pussy lips wrinkled, the wet soft and nappy
a menstrating cycle thats never acting happy
hormones, metapause, cramps yo I wonder
pussy can't bury niggas six feet under
others won't listen, vaginas all busted
Son's so disgusted, can't be trusted
infested, dirty with the monostat 7
rotten was the clitoris and pussy lips infected
remember I said the first time it came to me
now I look back and shit it's all the same to me
Pussy aint shit but lips and clit x 4
rap.975chill,
Artist: N.W.A. (Ice Cube)
Album: Straight Outta Compton
Song: I Ain't tha One
Intro: girl, Ice Cube
[Ice Cube, 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 them
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
rap.976chill,
Artist: N.W.A
Album: Straight Outta Compton
Song: Fuck Tha Police
Right about now, NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order, order, order. Ice Cube, take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
<You're goddamn right!>
Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?
Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say
Fuck the police (4X)
<Example of scene one:
<Pull your goddamn ass over right now.>
<Ah shit, what the fuck you pullin me over for?>
<Cuz I feel like it. Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up.>
<Man, fuck this shit.>
<Alright smartass, I'm takin' your black ass to jail.>
MC Ren, will you please give your testimony
to the jury about this fucked up incident.>
Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the motherfuckin' weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path
To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up
Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time
Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say
Fuck the police (4X)
<Yo, man, what you need?
Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh?]>
<Yo Eazy-E, why don't you step up to the stand
and tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>
I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say
Fuck the police (4X)
<The verdict.
The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!>
Fuck the police (3X)
rap.977chill,
Artist: N.W.A.
Album: 100 Miles and Running (EP)
Song: Sa Prize (part 2) -- [Fuck tha Police, part 2]
Chorus:
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
[Fuck them motherfuckers!]
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
[Get paid back] You're motherfucking right, yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
Fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house niggaz
They gave you a motherfucking gun, so I guess you figure
you made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so whassup with that
A to the motherfuckin K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherfuckin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
and fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I gotta say, yo
Chorus:
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
[Now for the first episode]
Episode One:
Yeah that shit's hittin man, where the volume at?
Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time
Put the joint out! Put the joint out!
Hey you motherfuckers want to step out of the car?
Don't you know it's against the law to play music so god damn loud? Shut
the fuck up! Go to jail? Gimme that shit you was just smoking
Motherfuckers from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my shit, like they lookin for a key of cocaine
But they never find the shit
Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to fuck wit
Thinkin everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin
Cause I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherfucking cops
Chorus:
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
[Fuck the police!]
Episode Two:
Get out of the fuckin car!
Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck back and shut up!
Get your motherfuckin hands off of me!
Calm down, calm down now... listen, we're gonna go around this corner, and
you're gonna suck me and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna
be one black dead nigger bitch
Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them motherfuckers
Verse Three: MC Ren
I said fuck the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you know they justice, but all you can do
is say fuck this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
til you're dead with the steel toe boot
Harassin me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a nigga just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you're black there's no right
Some recreational shit was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time have to explain don't do cocaine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the fuckin police, so I'm sayin
Chorus:
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
Fuck
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck the police!
[The final episode]
Episode Three:
Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man
Watch out watch out watch out homes!
Oh shit man you fucked up, you hit a police car
I didn't see that piece of caca!
Better act like you don't speak ingles homes
...
What the fuck? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough
of your raggedy ass motherfuking shit!
No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no! Por favor, no, no!
Por que?
Chorus 2X
rap.978chill,
Artist: Cypress Hill f/ Barron Ricks
Album: IV
Song: I Remember That Freak Bitch
Aiy-yo!
[B-Real]
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit
Had it all goin on, but it didn't mean shit
She wanted to be a star, with big cars
and all the fame that came my way I gotta say
that she was all that, and a bag of indo
with no seed, such a delightful weed
I wish she was still around but, no she's gone
I guess she got blessed and she got put on
Aiyyo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the
bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I'm not Qu'ran
Had all the holy books, and notes to get still
I never met another dealer with that appeal
With those electric eyes, hypnotized
any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye
[Barron Ricks]
Bee eyes, bouncin five deep, clicked of innocence
Hangin with friends, all under surveillance from the government
While Don want tights they floss rights, just chewin on ice
Meditatin with her camp, gettin damp
She's a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenance
She got her fuckin clit pierced, chained to her anus
Professional for wettin niggaz up, suck em first
til they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut
right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one
Suck a niggaz dick for fun, holdin guns in her buns
Type of chick tell you 'fuck me in the ass' talkin shit
While she goin WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA on your dick
[B-Real]
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the gloves bitch!)
Yeah since I seen the queen of green on the screen
So I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream
or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix
She wasn't like other chicks, pullin tricks on the scheme for chips
She was like, Run-D.M.C., _Tougher Than Leather_
Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather
Never again will I meet a woman of her nature
SkyPager turned off, datin one of the Lakers
Lucky-ass nigga with the jump shot
He got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lock
Damn I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with her
but her sister's, bangin too, what should I do?
Fuck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess
Plantin my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless
Fuck playin the second string, on the squad
I'm blowin up, all in your face, word to God
[Barron Ricks]
Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside
it made her pussy bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves you
I told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass'
And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position
? baby listen, can't you see my fuckin dick is throbbin
She started slobbin and gogglin, spittin burblin burpin it
I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
was a motherfuckin work of art, she rode my dick
just like a Kawasaki til the pussy started soundin sloppy
like an old jalopy, time to nut
Took off the condom slapped her on the but, then I bust
on her face in between her lips
Then she started lickin it, cause it was good shit, protein!
High and rich.. damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks
[B-Real]
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
(You get the glove bitch!)
rap.979chill,
Artist: Cypress Hill f/ B Smooth
Album: IV
Song: Tequila Sunrise
Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog
B-R: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
B-R: Primero yo... (me first...)
(gulp)
B-R: *grrrrrah!*
B-R and SD: *mexican yells*
SD: Cometelo! (eat it!)
Verse One: B Smooth
Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm
(overlapping intro's end)
Tequila spice, hot nice
Milling rice, sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!
Chorus
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)
Verse Two: B-Real
I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top
Chorus
Verse Three: B-Real
Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie
Chorus
(music outro)
rap.980chill,
Artist: Cypress Hill
Album: IV
Song: Dr. Greenthumb
[a short skit opens the beginning of the song]
Hello, I'm Dr. Greenthumb
Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed
and just can't find some anywhere?
Well try my Dr. Greenthumb grow tips
I'll show you how to grow inside and out
From seed to clone, and the best homegrown
And if you're afraid of those pesky pork choppers in the sky
No worries, we'll fix them too
with one of our Dr. Greenthumb 'Sizzlean' screens
to block the nosy pig's vision
Don't believe me?
Just ask one of my many satisfied clients here Jed Sanders
how well it works
Hyuh, hyuh, hello mah name is Jaid
And ahm a farmer and I've been growin
mary-jah-wana fer about twenty years and uhh
uhh, with Dr. Greenthumb's 'Sizzlean' screen
I don't hafta point my shotgun
at them pesky porkers no more
Thanks Dr. Green, you're tha shit
Yes, Dr. Greenthumb's got it all, I guarantee it
Try my book and you'll have the chronic in no time
*lighter flicks* Dial 1-800-713-GROW
*inhaling noise* That's 1-800 *cough cough* *inhale*
*lighter flicks* 713 *cough cough*
G *inhale* R *inhale* O-W
"Hello Dr. Greenthumb, paging Dr. Greenthumb!"
[B-Real]
Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
In the hills where the trees grow wild with weed fields
The fucking pigs with shields holding the blue steels
Greenhouse effect with the weed connect
(Doctor) DEA can't keep Greenthumb in check (Doctor!)
HPS, God Bless the whole crop
Please God, don't let me see no cops
Trunkload, ready to hit the highway
Don't let the eye in the sky fly my way
or we gonna have big trouble, that's no shit
Can't be growin without no permit
but fuck that, I study the 215 trip
That way when they come they can suck my dick
Weed can't grow without attention
Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
Chorus:
[B-Real] Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
[SenDog] Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb!
[B-Real] I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
[SenDog] Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
[B-Real] Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
[SenDog] Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb!
[B-Real] I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
[SenDog] Aiyyo Dr. Greenthumb, come on back one time!
[B-Real]
People can't live without the herb man
If not they'd be drinkin and drivin and swervin
but thanks to Dr. Greenthumb weed grow
in the backyard or inside with hydro
To the cush plant brushin a tangerine dream
Tasty, blowin a fuckin smokescreen
Cycles of weed are constantly grown
Somebody give me the razor to cut groves
I'd like to stop, but it feels so good
Horny plants stinkin up my whole neighborhood
Sticky angel, I wanna leave it alone
but never ever ever gotta worry from my home
What that funny sound knockin at the door (Open up it's the DEA!)
Sorry Greenthumb can't talk no more
Please don't follow me into the sun
Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb
Chorus 1/2
[B-Real]
Out from the lab, no need for rehab
If I can't drive then call me a cab (ese!)
In my closet the weed is dried out
Like Eiht said, ain't no place to hide out
I don't wanna buy no weed from no cop
Get knocked up and they close up my shop
That's why I buy no weed from no one
That's why they call me Dr. Greenthumb
The scientifical, mystical one
Growin my crops with the rays of the sun
Come one come all and see how it's done
If you see the pigs there's no need to run
Cause some of these pigs are down with Greenthumb
But you never know what be the outcome
You see the photo in the album
The weed is growin like my erection
Look I never told you where I was from
Some call me Real, but I'm Dr. Greenthumb
Chorus
Dr. Greenthumb
Doctor, your Bulova plant needs special tending to
Doctor, we need more oxygen we need more CO2
Doctor, Dr. Greenthumb you're needed
Doctor, dahyahahahhh... Doctor
rap.981chill,
Artist: Ice Cube
Album: The Predator
Song: Wicked
Verse 1:
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style and you know that I'm from the wicked
crew, act like you knew
cos I got everybody jumpin to the voodoo
Pick it, wicked rhymes, picket signs
While me and the mob gotta truck full of 9's]
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the hey-a
Ready to BUCK BUCK BUCK and it's a must
to DUCK DUCK DUCK before I bust
Lookin for the one that did it
but like En Vogue, no you're never gonna get it
Cos I'm the one with the fat mad skills
and I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills
Sittin at the pad just chillin
cos Larry Parker just got two million, oh what a feelin
So shake that nigga and pass me the pill
and I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that ??? ???
Kick it cos I get wicked
Chorus: (some toaster, once again won't translate to avoid offending)
Verse 2:
Won't say nuttin, just listen
Got me a plan to break Tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cos I'm down
Take a look around
and all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my steel toe as a weapon
Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to
label this nigga, tape with the sticker
Kickin out girls that's nicety
Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T
From here to New York
I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
who didn't know I was funky as Wilson Pickett
Dig it cos I get wicked
Chorus
Verse 3:
People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and I'm lookin out the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger happy like the *?guitar boys?*
April 29th was power to the people
and we might just see a sequel
cos police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
Doin Darryl Gates but is Willie Williams
down with the pilgrims
Just a super slave
We'll have to break his ass up like Super Dave
I'm wicked enough to board this
Cos now it's on to the fullest
Gorilla straight from the mist
But I don't miss when it comes to this
Bring the yellow tape
The white cape, cos I'm so straight
Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it
Bigot, cos I get wicked
rap.982chill,
Artist: Del the Funky Homosapien
Album: I Wish My Brother George Was Here
Song: Mistadobalina
[Chorus: "Mistadobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina. . .]
Mistadobalina, Mista Bob Dobalina, Mista Bob Dobalina won't you quit?
you really make me sick with ya fraudulent behavior
you're gonna make me flip and then an army couldn't save ya
why don't you behave ya little rugrat
take a little tip from the tabloid
because I know I'm not paranoid
when I say I saw ya tryin' to mock me
now you and your crew are on a mission tryin' to hawk me
but it isn't happenin' ya fraudulent foes
you used to front big time now I suppose
that everything's cool since the style of apparel you adopted
you used to make fun of but now you wanna rock it
so you gotta kick it with the homies
but D-E-L is already hip to your cronies
me and CM-PX thought about this and never have we seen a
brother who could look like Mista, Mista, Mistadobalina...
[Chorus]
Ooooo, ooooo, mistadobalina
you thought ya could manipulate
you thought you could fool me
Ooooo, ooooo, mistadobalina
?_____? put me on a stump and then he schooled me
friends can be fraudulent
just you wait and see
first he was my moneygrip
then he stole my honeydip
mistadobalina is a serpent
don't you agree
the little two-tima
resembles Aunt Jemima
with jeans and a dirty white hoodie
seems like he wouldn't be a snake
or would he
disguises come in all sizes and shapes
notice the facade of the snakes
they all catch the vapes
even though last year they was GQ
took a little time before the D-E-L could see through
the mask
all I had to do was ask ?_____? and Kwame
and my man responded they would bomb a
fraudulent foe with the strength of Hercules
the way ya on my dick must really hurt ya knees
you need to take heed and quit being such a groupie
ever since I did a little show in Guadeloupee
I neva saw a groupie like you
but what is funny is ya wanted to be down with my crew
but D-E-L is not down with any clowns or jesters
so I would suggest
that ya try to impress Uncle Fester
dobolina
because ya don't impress me
dobolina
the style of dress is not the key
dobolina
it's all in the mind and the heart
so you should start
by remembering ya gotta pay a fee
dobolina
[Chorus]
rap.992chill,
Artist: EPMD
Album: Business Never Personal
Song: Chill
Chill... Yeaaaa, hahahaha...
Equip wit the rap microchip
Program, aptitude, one mo return, oh ----
My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green
(Chill...) Chill, fresh new dip when I'm seen
Yo, dig, it's the new fig for the E-Double
I pack a Mac 10 just in case of trouble
Hot like the handle on a pot, I'm steaming
Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman
I'm the original, my style's deformed
So it can sound crazy ill when I perform
Yea, check 1, 2, mic supreme
EPMD, the rap American Dream Team
The E-Double's definitely no joke
You can't see me, even wit the microphone
I'm massive dope, funky, who's deffer
Yo, when I express myself like Salt 'N Pepa
Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith
The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest
Hardcore rhymin, yea, that's the ticket
Buckwhylin, ruff enuff for Long Island
Chill.... Yeaaaaaa, Hahahaha....
Ruff enuff to rock New York to Long Island
Back up, boy, move easy wit the hand motion
Don't even blink, kid, or I'ma start smoking
The glock hammer's cocked wit the speed jock
12 shots, the bust target is the brown fox
So call me smooth talk rhyme, jaywalk wit the slang talk
B-boy fanatic, straight from New York
The foundation, landmark of the rap scene
EPMD in effect, I'm clocking mad green
Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog
Girls runnin wild, paid tho' like a klondar
For mics are ready to flow in slow mo'
Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes
(Yeaaaa, hahahaha) Hard, you get scarred, messing wit the Hit Squad
Slide easy or catch a bullshucks charge
No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill
Get the macadamians, and, oh, yea, kid, chill
Chill.... Yeaaaa, hahahaha....
Ruff enuff to rock New York to Long Island....
rap.993chill,
Artist: EPMD
Album: Strictly Business
Song: You Gots to Chill
Intro
[Pee MD]
You Gots to Chill...
Verse 1
[E Double E]
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of EPMD
Oh, you should keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you're tired, then go take a nap
Or stay awake and watch the show I take
Because right now I'm 'bout to shake'n'bake
The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell
Things to the clientele, yo I rock well
I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk
About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk
I just get down and I go for mine
Say "Check 1-2" and run down a line
[Pee MD]
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin' your girl (Why P?) Cos she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on the top
In the beginnin' I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill...
Verse 2
[E Double E]
I be the personal computer, information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes step by step
Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, cos we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standin' still
Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
Take total control of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll
[Pee MD]
I'm the P-double-E M-D-E-E
And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all R.I.P
For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace
Cos M.D stands for Microphone Doctor
And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief
rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill...
Verse 3
[E Double E]
Catch every word I'm sayin', no there's no delayin'
Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin'
Seeing is believing, you catch my drift?
Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back
I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin' sword
[Pee MD]
Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone
When I'm pushin' on the microphone
Cos I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
The one who likes to max and relax
And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks
I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin'
When it's time to roll Uzi patrol's packin'
The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend
And through the course of the party I kill again and again
So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared
Come wit' your shield and your armoured gear
You gots to chill...
Outro
[E Double E] DJ La Boss...
[Pee MD] ...takes no shorts.
rap.994chill,
Artist: Onyx f/ Biohazard
Album: Judgment Night soundtrack
Song: Judgment Night
*chorus*
Judgment Night, got gun got badge
Judgment Night, HUH!
Judgment Night, in the echo of a gunblast
Judgment Night!!!
Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees I'm coolin in your freezer
(He's a breezer) I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack, and I make shit get wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop Ceasar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain, like a tweezer
The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep
for the misdemeanor, offender, the backbender (UH)
Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender (YEAH)
Never perpetratin, so ain't no lurkin in the dark
I'm lurkin near the workin niggaz heart
Used to be a gambler, when I was a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts, and react
and saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining, studies
in the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!
*chorus*
Come inside with his highness, the illinest
Killin em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
Look to the winter's ugliness, ruggedness
Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence
Chopped in the days and the blazin smell
then the realm of a seance, I blackloose, guns!
Comin to the project, walls with AKs
We're talkin days, word, that you sun
You really want some next shit, some blood on the exit?
ONYX!!! Watch me wreck shit as they exit
But yo I keep em hollerin, screamin out for mercy
minds of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
So blast it as I hit your head you're dead not disbelievin
Got the toxic rock, to bring a nigga Biohazard!
*chorus*
Yo!!! Gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard!
(What the Evil Nastee Access?) Mad shit to burn the acids!
(So ashes to ashes) raps with the ghetto gats!
(And I'm, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz
Mainly a Devil rebel, foul) Niggaz know we fuckin wild!
(I'm wild!) I'm wild (He's wild) So we's wild!
(Capture the rapture!) Come blackness after!
[Sticky Fingaz]
I swear to fuckin God I raise Hell and make the white man call me MASTER
I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor
SO FUCK THE RADIO and close your ears but read my lips I rips
and if you eat my words I'll leave your strung like umm (UMM, UMMMHH!!)
It was on the tip of my tongue!
But now it's stuck in between my throat
I can't breath so I lick it
Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin a black dick
And if it takes the death of me, to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I'm tryin to say my words get in the way
they render me speechless, ohh Black Jesus I'm cryin inside
Couldn't give a FUCK if I live or die
cause I'm just a slave who's brave (uh-huh)
But fuck pickin cotton, I'd rather see my grave, so I
meditated, before I was created
And if you prefer sorrow, made me reincarnated
Now I'm back rulin MC's but pussy niggaz increase
Well then it's just another nigga that, gotta get greased
So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight
Say what the fuck you wanna say, just spell my name right
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH..... mother-FUCKER!
*chorus to fade*
rap.995chill,
Artist: Public Enemy
Album: It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back
Song: Don't Believe The Hype
Back!!!
Caught you lookin' for the same thing
It's a new thing - check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a hooligan
I rock the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to teach to all
'Cause some they never had this
Number one, not born to run
About the gun...
I wasn't licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome - a public enemy
Used, abused without clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Don't believe the hype...
Yes
Was the start of my last jam
So here it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little something
That we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang'em
I'll hold the rope
But they hope to the pope
And pray it ain't dope
The follower of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you understand
Until you hear the man
The book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind
We're brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the middle and
Not surrenderin'
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burgler, false media
We don't need it do we?
It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the hype...
Don't believe the hype - its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and dance at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of that
Some media is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause I've had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the hype
I got flavor and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green black red and
Gold down countdown to Armageddon
-88 you wait the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm negative
But they're not positive
But what I got to give...
The media says this
rap.996chill,
Artist: Public Enemy
Album: It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
Song: Rebel Without a Pause
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause - I'm lowering my level
The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in
You want stylin' - you know it's time again
D the enemy - tellin you to hear it
They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the show
Bum rush the sound I made a year ago
I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical
Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical
The only part your body should be parting to
Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you
Radio - suckers never play me
On the mix - just O.K. me
Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns
Hard - my calling card
Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme
Flavor - a rebel in his own mind
Supporter of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime
Terminator X
From a rebel it's final on black vinyl
Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn - suckers burn to learn
They can't dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam - tells you who I am
The enemy's public - they really give a damn
Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and
That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent
Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope
Claimin' where we get our rhythm from
Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun - and still never on the run
You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when
And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is
Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun
Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun
Suckers - don't last a minute
Soft and smooth - I ain't with it
Hardcore - rawbone like a razor
I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya
Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya
Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya
Playin' the role I got soul too
Voice my opinion with volume
Smooth - no what I am
Rough - cause I'm the man
No matter what the name - we're all the same
Pieces in one big chess game
Yeah - the voice of power
Is in the house - go take a shower boy
P.E. a group, a crew - not singular
We were black Wranglers
We're rap stranglers
You can't angle us - I know you're listenin'
I caught you pissin' in you're pants
You're scared of us dissin' us
The crowd is missin' us
We're on a mission boy
Terminator X
Attitude - when I'm on fire
Juice on the loose - electric wire
Simple and plain - give me the lane
I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley
See the car keys - you'll never get these
They belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son - you wanna get some
Rush the door on a store - pick up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
So I can enter your mind - Boys
Bring the noise - my time
Step aside for the flex - Terminator X
rap.997chill,
Artist: Ice Cube and Ice-T
Album: Trespass soundtrack
Song: Trespass
[Ice-T]
How many bullets can your back hold, suckin from the HK
The red dot's on your dome, from the light ray
Boom bam bust oh shit kid, your head is a pile of puss
I'm kickin up much dust, the nigga ya can't trust
This is my shit, my hood, my turf
My gold, my grip, whatever the fuck it's worth
I don't need nobody comin in my territory
tryin to rip a nigga off and fuck your fuckin sob stories
[Ice Cube]
Take a good look at my motherfuckin jacker
About to feel the wrath, of a greedy ass cracker
Pale as snow, so you know the hoe stand out
Comin in my hood with his hand out
Tryin to get over on the black, but the motherfuckin mack
will put a fuckin slug in his back
And with the boom ping ping, it ain't no thing to blast
on greedy motherfuckers that trespass
Chorus
[Ice Cube]
Olly olly outcome free, here come the G
I'm saggin, and Enter the Dragon like Bruce Lee
I gots to get mo' money mo' money
Can't get pussy with no money
See I'm kind of greedy, cause all my heroes
got zeroes in back of a one
Here's my gun, about to get paid at last
But now I'm gettin covered, in dirt and grass, kick it
[Ice-T]
The madder I get, the higher the debt, the deeper you get
The thicker the sweat
Cause I'm a nigga with fat clout
But ya in, but ya gotta get back out
No easy job, for some suckers is out to rob
Crosshair on your dome and your mind's blown
You wanna go home... ain't that a bitch?
Cube, dig the ditch (yep)
Chorus
[Ice-T]
I got a full time job of takin suckers out
Breakin em off, yea word, I love revokin clout
Test me, stress me, who could the best be?
The teflon nine go through vests G
But when you're greedy you don't care about life itself
You're chasin extreme wealth
You can't be trusted cause trust ain't in the fuckin game
Scandalous is your fuckin name
[Ice Cube]
I'm the motherfucker you're stuck wit
Ice Cube -- "Wronnnnnnng nigga to FUCK WIT!"
I'm rich, pitchin a bitch about gettin mo'
The big fish, swimmin in big dough
The G backstabber, I got ta have a
Lexus Coupe, when I troop
with the ski mask, gotta get the cash
My homeboy ain't home, so fuck it I'll trespass
rap.998chill,
Artist: Ice Cube f/ Mr. Short KHOP
Album: War & Peace: Vol. 1 (The War Disc)
Song: Pushin' Weight
[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Verse 1: Ice Cube
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Thru this hate retaliate, it's official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When I hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto dope is amazin
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough
For this game I'm rollin up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don
Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit
Chorus: Ice Cube
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(4X)
Verse 2: Ice Cube
I hold zone like a Corleone
No more fuckin with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo's and the baggetts
You still fuckin with them faggets
We turn haters into maggets
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this, you can't take it
Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
Walkin with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin chedda
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade
(Ch-ching)
(since the tenth grade)
(Ch-ching)
(What you need)
Chorus
Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it's the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
City of the ?Tempeon?, where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
>From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin for fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutans
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't see
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply
Chorus: Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop
[IC]A yeah yeah
[MSK]I push rhymes like weight
[MSK]I push rhymes like weight
(2X)
[IC]A yeah yeah
[IC]I push rhymes like weight
[IC]I push rhymes like weight
(2X)
[Ice Cube] (starts during chorus)
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)
Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
(A yeah yeah)
Pushin rhymes like weight
Pushin rhymes like weight
(A yeah yeah)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name
You know my name
(A yeah yeah)
You know my name
[Mr. Short Khop]
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
and think you gonna change the game
You ain't changin nothin
[Ice Cube]
I been doin this, I been doin this
Ask about me
Ask about me
rap.999chill,
Artist: Ice Cube
Album: War & Peace: Vol. 1 (The War Disc)
Song: Ask About Me
[hook]
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a-yeay)
I check it in in the Mid-West (hustle, man)
I check it in on the East Coast (The Hustle Gang)
(Look at me)
(Don Matta')
(Poppa Don)
[Ice Cube]
Check my blood pressure,
they think they fresher than the Don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, I'm da bomb!
In the black Testerosa,
Sippin' on Mimosa,
A bleedin' ?nosa?
I'm in the West, we ain't got the ?nego?
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"Freeze" was the sound
I started lettin' off rounds,
lay the whole fuckin' room down
I don't wanna see Your Honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana,
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin' static,
bring me my A-U-T-O-matic,
oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side,
world muthafuckin' wide.
[Chorus]
Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggaz that's wit' you,
gotta push tha issue,
on the fools that dis you,
whether pump or pistol,
when it's up in yo' gristle,
hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
*hook* (replace "a-yeay" with "Ask about me")
Can you dig her?
It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit' the triggas at yo' dome,
we like to roam,
Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb
and find the money that's gone
And we'll take you, shake you,
break you, take two,
play you on wit' the chrome,
nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I'm on yo' hit list,
You niggaz miss,
tryin' to turn my muthafuckin' cheese into Swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
hard to fear it,
'Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
It's the boss player,
never lost hair over assholes,
blast holes in you muthafuckin' tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
nigga I'm a bullhog,
guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians,
or killas on T.V. can see,
we got the real ones
So check yo' muthafuckin CD-Rom
and your World Wide Web, dot com,
It's the Don Mega!
*chorus*
*hook*
[Mr. Short Khop, (Ice Cube)]
What cha call it? (The Hustle Gang) x3
What cha call it? (Hustle, man)
[Ice Cube]
Ask About me x2
rap.1000chill,
Artist: Ice Cube f/ Das EFX
Album: The Predator
Song: Check Yo Self
Intro: Das EFX
Yeah! Word is bond!
Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin
Straight from the sewer, word is bond!
Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga
Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker
Word is bond! (Yeah!)
Verse One: Ice Cube
You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms
Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!)
Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this
And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
I make dough but don't call me DoughBoy
This ain't no fuckin motion picture
A guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check
Chorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube
[Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health
Hook: Das EFX
Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)
*repeat 2X*
Verse Two: Ice Cube
Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played
Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow
I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"
I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank
But steady talkin shit in the holding tank
First you wanna step to me
Now your ass screamin for the deputy
They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row
Now they runnin up in ya slow
You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)
Now your name is just Twan
Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck
You better run a check
Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube
[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health
Hook
Verse Three: Ice Cube
If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate
You coulda had a V8
Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)
I got six and I'm aimin em
Will I shoot or keep you guessin
Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin
Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good
There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)
Go ahead and keep your drawers
Givin up the claps and who needs applause
At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead
The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit
Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'
Nappy dugout, get the fuck out
Cause women like you gets no respect
Bitch, you better run a check
Chorus Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube
[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
[Ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health
Hook
Chorus Three
Hook 3X
rap.1001chill,
Artist: Ice Cube
Album: War & Peace: Vol. 1 (The War Disc)
Song: Once Upon a Time in the Projects 2
Once upon a time in the projects, yo!
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yellin through the screen do' (HEY, let me in!)
(Big Daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)
Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga
Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I'm dyin to get her
I'm sittin in yo' livin room, slash kitchen
A nigga ain't tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin
*knock knock knock* I like the way that ass is switchin, answer the do'
Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo' baby daddy
lookin like he mad at me (what) wit'cho name on his neck
Here we go with mo' drama in the projects
Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?
You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin
Nick that bud 'fore it bloom, and start stalkin
I can hear you guys yellin *glass breaks* a little strugglin
Youse a FOOL if you think that I'm jumpin in
That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette
You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?
Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks
while I'm drinkin all the Kool-Aid, watchin Jamie Foxx
I'm hearin mo' knocks *knock knock knock*
(Oh, that's just my people
They came all the way to the projects to meet you) Who?
This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through
Distraction, a little action, *fight ensues* I woke up
Tied up like (What happened? Punk you shoulda stuck to rappin
Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum..
Where the platinum at motherfucker?
I hear that shit worth more than gold!)
Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house!
Once upon a time in the projects (3X)
Once upon a time, once upon a time
I'm like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape
So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw *knock knock knock*
Another knock, it's the girl from two-ten
here to drop salt, that's when them bitches fought
I thought, "I bet-ta plan my escape"
In the midst of this commotion, Ice Cube is breakin tape
I'm free, bombin on the first thing I see
And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin
It's the baby daddy he ain't playin, *gunshots*
He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown
I'm runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do'
and grab the phone, the bitch phone ain't turned on
I think I'm gone, that's when I hear a soft knock
It's the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock
Said, "Call me up, if it's for sex, or chin check
Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!"
And I just might do that
Once upon a time in the projects (3X)
Once upon a time, once upon a time
rap.1002chill,
Artist: Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith
Album: Raising Hell
Song: Walk This Way
[Run-D.M.C.]
Now there's a backseat/lover
That's always under/cover
And I talk til my daddy say
Said you ain't seen/nuthin
Til you're down on her/muffin
And there's sure to be a change in ways
Now there's a cheer/leader
That's a real big/pleaser
As far as I can remi/nisce
But the best thing/love it
Was her sister and her/cousin
And it started with a little kiss, like this
She starts/swingin
With the boys in/tune
And her feet just fly up in the air
Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
And they swingin like it just don't care
So I took a big/chance
At the high school/dance
With a lady who was ready to play
It wasn't me she was/foolin
Cause she knew what was she was/doin
when she told me how to walk this way
Chorus: Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith
She told me to
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
(repeat 2X)
(repeat all 2X)
Well just gimme a kiss/some head!
Oooh, a-like this!
[Run-D.M.C.]
School girl/sleazy
With a/classy kind of sassy
Little skirt hangin way up her knee
It was three young ladies
In the school gym/locker
And they find they were lookin D
I was high school/loser
Never made it with a/lady
Til a boy told me somethin I missed
That my next door/neighbor
had a daughter/had a favor
And I gave the girl just a little kiss, like this
[Aerosmith]
She starts swingin with the boys in the school
with her feet flyin up in the air
Singing hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
I was swingin like I didn't care
So I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a miss who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin cause she knew what she was doin
when she told me how to walk this way
Chorus
rap.1003sani.,
A el moze da se desi da neko posalje HE GOT THE GAME mp3.
Chill , tebe gledam.
rap.1004chill,
-> #1003, sani.
>> Chill , tebe gledam.
Ma pali... Nesposoban je moj komp za MP3 kompresiju...
rap.1005sani.,
-> #1004, chill}} Ma pali... Nesposoban je moj komp za MP3 kompresiju...
Aj bre neko drugi onda?
rap.1006gligo,
Song: Old School
Artist: Tupac
Album: Me Against The World
Here we go we gonna send this one out to da ol' school
All these motherfukas in the Bronx and Brooklyn, Staten Island,
Queens and all the motherfukas that laid it down the foundation.
Ya know what I'm sayin, Nothin' but love for da old school.
Dats who we gonna do this one for ya feel me.
chorus:
what mo' can I say, I wouldn't be here today If da old school
didn't pave the way...
I remember Mr. Magic Flash, Grand Master Cash, L.L raisin' hell
but it didn't last Eric B. and Rakim was da shit ta me I'd flip
to see a Dougie Fresh Show with Rickie G and Red Alert was puttin'
in work, and Chuck Chill had my homies on the hill gettin' ill, when
shit was real. Well I can still remember Raw with Daddy Cain,
when De La Soul was puttin' potholes in the game. I can't explain
how it was, Whodini had me puffin' on dat buddha gettin' buzzed,
cuz there I was Them block parties in da projects and on my block
and tic ya don't stop ya sippin' on dat private stock. And through my
speakers Queen Latifah and MC Lyte Listen to treach and KRS ta
get me through the night. With Te La Rock and Madtronics with
Stetsasonic, remember when Push it was da bomb shit,
Ain't nothin' like da old school...
chorus:
What more can I say I wouldn't be here today if da old school
didn't pave the way...
I had Shell toes and BVD's, a killa preaca shot my lees when I hit da
streetz. I'm playin' Skelly, Ring-a-levio when and catch a kiss, before
my homies in my hood learned ta smack a bitch. I remember, way back
da weak weed they had, too many seeds in da trade bag. Im on a train
headin' uptown freestylin' with some wild kids from Bucktown, Profilin'
cuz da hoochies were starin', checkin' what a niggaz wearin' I'm
wonderin' if dats her hair, I remember stick ball, humpin' hoochies on
da wall, takin' leaks up on da steps stinkin' up da hall. Through my
childhood wild as a juvenile a young nigga tryin' ta stay away from
Riker's Isle, Me and my homies breakin' ice tryin' ta keep it true out
on da roof sippin' 90 proof,
Ain't nothin' like da old school...
chorus: What more can I say...
Remember Poppin and Lockin with Curtis Blow, the Daybelts, and
Skat la, Rock da super hole back in latin corners. When Slick Rick was
spittin' Lodi Dodi, gaming no hoochies at da neighborhood block parties,
I remember breakdancin' to Mel E Mel, Jeckyl and Hyde, L.L. when he
rocked da bells forget da T.V I'd rather hit da streets and do grafitti be
careful don't let the transit cops see me,
It ain't nothin' like da old school...
It ain't nothin' like da old school...
chorus: What more can I say......
2PAC:
Remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party?
Remember MothaFukas used ta go"Is Brooklyn in da House" and
Motherfukas would lose they god damn minds. That's da old school to
me (SUPER ROB)Thats what I'm sayin' I remember goin' places and
mothafukas was scared to say they was from anywhere but brooklyn.
That shit was da bomb back in da motherfukin' old school nigga,
Remember Skelly niggas knockin niggaz out the box, popin' boxes,
(MY ADIDAS) Remember stick ball, remember niggaz used ta run dat shit
like that? Remember(L.L. COOL J IS HARD AS HELL) screamin' up at ya
momz from da window? The Icecreamtrucks Remember all the..Remember
the Italian Icees yo remember the Italian Icees the spanish niggas comin'
down with the coconut icees and shit?
(I CAME THROUGH DA DOOR SAID IT BEFORE.. DAT WAS DA SHIT!)
rap.1007gligo,
http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/club/8969
Jedan od najboljih site-ova posvecenih Tupac Shakur-u...
rap.1008gligo,
Artist: 2Pac
Album: All Eyez On Me
Song: All Eyez On Me
(Tupac Talking)
Big Syke, Noop, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know)
All Eyez On Me
Muthafucka, Legit
Roll up in the club and shit
All Eyez On Me
All Eyez On Me
But you know what
(Tupac)
I bet you got it twisted
you don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin'
Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me
I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez
Cuz all I want is cash and thangs,
a five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh
Bitches pursue me like a dream,
been know to disappear before your eyez,
just like a dope fiend, it seems
My main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They my homies for a second,
but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks
screaming Thug Life every time they pass
All Eyez on Me
(Chorus -- Tupac)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
(Syke talking)
Heeyyy, to my nigga Pac
(Syke)
So much trouble in the world, nigga
can't nobody feel your pain
The world changing everyday
times moving faaast
My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last?
I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip
I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless
Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm taking off on the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek
Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks
Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin'
It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin'
Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion
nine and four shit is handling my business nigga keep on
coastin',
where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie
steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me
It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit
what can I do, what can I say, is there another way ?
Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
niggas can't stand me
All Eyez on Me
(Chorus -- Tupac)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
(Tupac)
The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile
calling big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, Fuck the law
Bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
I live my life as a Thug nigga
untill the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa
cuz we be getting high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down now its time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer
Up in the Benz burning rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket
Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it
All eyez on Me
(Chorus -- Tupac)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
cuz we be getting high
All eyez on me
(Tupac talking)
Pay attention my niggas
see how that shit go
gonna walk up in this muthafucka
and its gonna be like "bing"
Cowards
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (Bitches)
cuz we be getting high
Every mutha fuckin' way
I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga
You know
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
All Eyez on me
Its like, what they think I'm walking around with some
keys in my pocket or something
All Eyez on me
They think I'm going back to jail
they really on that dope
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching)
(I know y'all got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa
(I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby)
We be getting high
(Y'all got me under surveillance)
All eyez on Me
But I'm known...
rap.1009zla.,
BILO JE STRRRRRAVA NA KONCERTU SUNSHINE-a!:)
pozdrav,
T.
rap.1010violent,
Slazem se sa zlom SUNSHINE su cool.
Momci bas umeju da naprave atmosferu.
Pozdrav
ByE
rap.1011smrda,
-> #1010, violent>SUNSHINE su cool.
Totalno su propali.Pocheli su da sviraju neki propali hip-hop,inache
ih vrlo rado slusham.
Pozdrav,
Nemanja
rap.1012darklord,
e ja iako sam ljubitelj sunsine-a mislim da je prose god. bilo bolje!!
ne znam za vas?????
jos kad je c-ya pocela da smara!!! ajao majko mojo
osim toga svirali su manje pesama nego prosli put
eto
toliko od mene
bye
rap.1013zla.,
-> #1012, darklord
i ti si bio na koncertu...
:)
pozdrav,
T.
rap.1014mindcrime,
-> #1009, zla.
> BILO JE STRRRRRAVA NA KONCERTU SUNSHINE-a!:)
>
> pozdrav,
> T.
Pa dobro, i nije bilo lose, ali mene evo vec dva dana boli vrat. Okrecem se
k'o Robocop. :)
rap.1015vantic,
Nije bas definisano da li je za ovu temu , ali ajde:
Trebaju mi textovi grupe Straight Jacking , ili neki URL gde mogu
da ih nadjem!
rap.1016ivkeb,
Neshto videh na Tv-u 'Vudu Popaja' kako se tipichno krevelji u
spotu,samo shto mu glas nije vishe 'onako'(cypress)...nego normalan
:(
Zna li neko o cemu se radi,koji je album i to?
Ja neshto nisam u toku
pozdrav
rap.1017chill,
-> #1016, ivkeb
>> Zna li neko o cemu se radi, koji je album i to?
Ma, to je već super bajato...
To su Voodoo Popeye i onaj baja iz Love Huntersa
napravili pesmu za Šovinističku Farsu... Ne valja ništa...
>> samo shto mu glas nije vishe 'onako'(cypress)...nego normalan
Popeye-ev glas je srpska verzija San Doobie-a (Funkdoobiest),
nema blage veze se B-Real-om (Cypress Hill)... Nego narod ne zna... :)
Skini fajlove sa poruka 15.495 i 15.496 pa uporedi...
rap.1019kec.,
-> #1017, chillk# Ma, to je vec super bajato...
k# To su Voodoo Popeye i onaj baja iz Love Huntersa
k# napravili pesmu za Sovinisticku Farsu... Ne valja nista...
Mislim da im repuje i Blazha iz MAD DOGZ-a (ako ste chuli)
rap.1021snoop,
Omot sa albuma Snoop-a
Danko
snoop@net.yu
snoopdd.jpgrap.1022snoop,
Jos jedan omot sa albuma istog autora
Danko
snoop@net.yu
snoopdd1.jpgrap.1023snoop,
I jos jedan..
Danko
snoop@net.yu
snoopdd2.jpgrap.1024chill,
Tvorci tzv. političkog rapa...
CHUCK D i KRS-ONE zajedno u studiju...
chuckkrs.jpgrap.1025chill,
"I took rap from the streets and put it on TV..."
Daryll McDaniels (aka DMC)
Run-DMC... prvi album... 1984...
album_1.jpgrap.1026chill,
PUBLIC ENEMY "Give It Up", maxi single...
s_pe.jpgrap.1027chill,
ICE CUBE "Wicked", maxi single...
s_cube.jpgrap.1028chill,
BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS "Duck Down", maxi single...
s_bdp.jpgrap.1029chill,
ICE-T "Original Gangster", maxi single...
s_ice-t.jpgrap.1030chill,
HOUSE OF PAIN "Who's The Man?", maxi single...
s_pain.jpgrap.1031chill,
CYPRESS HILL "Latin Lingo", maxi single...
s_hill.jpgrap.1032chill,
FUNKDOOBIEST "Bow Wow Wow", maxi single...
s_funk.jpgrap.1033chill,
EPMD "Crossover", maxi single...
s_epmd.jpgrap.1034chill,
ONYX "Last Dayz", maxi single...
s_onyx.jpgrap.1035chill,
GANG STARR "Mass Appeal", maxi single...
s_gang.jpgrap.1036chill,
A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "1nce Again", maxi single...
s_tribe.jpgrap.1037chill,
RUN-DMC "Ooh, Whatcha Gonna Do", maxi single...
s_dmc.jpgrap.1038brka,
-> #958, sani. Izvinjavam se sto tek sad odgovaram na ovu poruku, ali nisam
dugo bio na Sezamu...visa sila.
Gliga > Ova biografija ce mnoge ovde iznenaditi, mozda ce
> nesto odavde i nauciti, i umesto da donose predrasude
> sledeci put ce se zaustaviti pre nego sto kazu nesto
> o cemu stvarno malo znaju.
Brka > Ukoliko na Combsa gledamo kao na poslovnog coveka,
> onda mu sigurno moramo skinuti kapu...
> Sa druge strane, moje je misljenje da je, uz pomoc
> jos nekoliko ljudi (npr. J. Dupri - vlasnik So So
> Def recordsa) uspeo da uputi hip-hop kulturu u
> pogresnom pravcu.
Sani. > Ma Brko , znamo mi da si ti ql tip. Obrijaj se samo.
--
Izvini Sani, ali nisam razumeo sta znaci ovo poslednje sto
si napisao... Ja nisam prozivao Gligu zato sto slusa Puffyja,
vec sam samo izneo svoje misljenje o doticnom "umetniku"...
Zato te molim da mi pojasnis ovo "Obrijaj se samo." - i u
rasprave ulazi samo sa argumentima, nemoj da blefiras kao
sad...udaris i pobegnes. To je najlakse.
Tvoj 'ql tip'
Aleksandar
rap.1039sani.,
-> #1038, brka}} Izvini Sani, ali nisam razumeo sta znaci ovo poslednje
Ako ne znas sta znachi 'obrijaj se samo' onda nije ni chudo
sto te zovu brka :)
}} Ja nisam prozivao Gligu zato sto slusa Puffyja
Pa nisam , momak , ni ja tebe prozivao sto furash brkchitje :)
to je bash fino , a i devojkama se svidja. Moj stric ima brkove
i meni to uopste ne smeta :)
Chak i moja najbolja ortakinja ide sa tipom koji ima bradicu :)
Sve je ok , nisam ja nista lose mislio O:)
}} i u raspravu ulazi samo sa argumantima
Evo dovestju ortakinju da posvedochi , ako sumnjate u moj iskaz.
}} Tvoj 'ql tip'
}} Aleksandar
Eh , eh nemoj sad da preterujes ;)
Nismo se mozda najbolje razumeli O:)
rap.1040gligo,
Evo konacno kompletiranih SVIH tekstova sa Tupac-ovog treceg albuma,
"Me Against The World"...
Za kompletiranje kolekcije...
meagains.ziprap.1041wlaad,
-> #1040, gligoe hvala, bhatee
svud sam to trazhio
10x !!!!!!
;)
rap.1042chadra,
Artist:Artifacts
Song: The Ultimate
Album:That's Them
(uh, yeah... who we be) hah
The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and)
to the three's, to the four's, to the five's, uhh
Intro/Chorus:
You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate
Verse One: El Da Sensai, Tame One
We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
to the table able now it's stable on the disc
The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm Monie (E.T.)
Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks (huh) but catch wreck on sets
(Deuce deuce nigga! What? L.O.D. too)
Deuce deuce is loose PPP represent see
Def Squad, Boom Skwad, and Artifacts make three
like Dennis Scott droppin one for the wisdom
Cause when I gets em, I'll be fuckin up they system
or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
priceless, ice-diss and never see another Christmas
You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still)
The cat, darer with the terror off hands (hah!)
Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands)
Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance
subject's the basement, MC's be patient
Cause all that Russian/rushin save that shit for the dressing
(Word up) BS we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Two: Tame One
Test me, the best be, checkin for my recipes (mmm)
Mess with me and I'll be drainin all your fuckin energy (boo-yaa!)
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga)
I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!)
But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka)
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue
The issue got a barcode on funkmode
So now I pack a trunkload of skunk, for the underground chumps
(Hoo-wee!) Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru
to Manhattan (Manhattan) satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
or bust a pimp, cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp
Tame One the Jesus and the Judas
Cause when I hit the buddhas, my problem's manifest is deep-rooted
(yeah, that's it, wordup)
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: El Da Sensai
MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
from the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less
Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style (whassup)
tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit (That's Them, huh)
(Yeah, all up in your shit)
For all reasons, number one you're sleepin
Speakin like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin
(Praise the Lord) Seekin on the deep end, sinkin while I'm thinkin
of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin (hah!)
The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
complete batter, astoundin feats yo it don't matter
(Don't matter) Capi-talize, while I'm, categorized
The G-L to the Tame to the O-N-E
Chorus: repeat 4X
rap.1043violent,
treba mi:
1.Gangstarr - znak grupe
2.EPMD - znak
3.Peet Rock - bilo sta
4.Tha Dogg Pound - bilo sta
5.Eric B & Rakim - bilo sta
6.Thug Life - bilo sta
7.Guru - Royality;You know my steez
8.Big Syke
9.Naughty By Nature
10.House of Pain
11.Public Enemy
Hvala puno !!
Bas sam zahtevan :))
ali nema veze!!
ByE
rap.1044wlaad,
-> #1043, violentimash vetj gomilu stvari u konferenciji.
rap.1045brka,
-> #1039, sani.Evo nekih zvukova ko hoce :)
Evo teksta R.E.M.-a pesme-Losing my religion :-)
Ako neko ima Akorde i-ili note nekih poznatijih Rok-Pop-alternativa
grupa nek mi posanje.
Fala unaaaprred :)
Kris Kornelov (Sound Garden) SoundTrack MIX
Jel neko cuo za grupu hocu?-necu! ?
cuo sam za njih da su anarhisti iz kraljeva
ilikrusevca i da nikda nece doci u Beograd jel
su rekli da je izetiketiran grad
ali ja sam negde video plakat
pa aka je neko video isto znaci da se jos
jedan bend zbog komercijalnog uspeha prodao :(
aj p ame obavestite
usput pokusacu da posaljem one grupe sto sam obecao
konacno sam useo.Posto ste letos vodili raspravu ko
je agresivni punkeri ili skinsi
evo jedne slike koja sve govori
a posle ce jos jedna :)
evo i druge
evo specijalno za rottena posto je odavno trazio
sliku sa albuma punk's not dead
evo saljem je
evo sada nekoliko slika
od 2 najjaca lika u istori punka
evo druge
evo i trece
Evo jedne pesmice koju pevaju Novi Fosili.
Guxy
Evo jedne pesmice koju pevaju Novi Fosili :)
Za poruku 1.743
Evo saljem ti tekst Lenny Kravitz-a ***Fly Away*** :)
Evo nekih Cool Wav fajlova koji mogu posluziti i za control
panel-sound zvucne poruke.
> Evo teksta R.E.M.-a pesme-Losing my religion :-)
Da nisi malo pogrerap.1046joke,
-> #1045, brkaEvo nekih zvukova ko hoce :)
Evo teksta R.E.M.-a pesme-Losing my religion :-)
Ako neko ima Akorde i-ili note nekih poznatijih Rok-Pop-alternativa
grupa nek mi posanje.
Fala unaaaprred :)
Kris Kornelov (Sound Garden) SoundTrack MIX
Jel neko cuo za grupu hocu?-necu! ?
cuo sam za njih da su anarhisti iz kraljeva
ilikrusevca i da nikda nece doci u Beograd jel
su rekli da je izetiketiran grad
ali ja sam negde video plakat
pa aka je neko video isto znaci da se jos
jedan bend zbog komercijalnog uspeha prodao :(
aj p ame obavestite
usput pokusacu da posaljem one grupe sto sam obecao
konacno sam useo.Posto ste letos vodili raspravu ko
je agresivni punkeri ili skinsi
evo jedne slike koja sve govori
a porap.1047indi,
-> #1038, brka-> Zato te molim da mi pojasnis ovo "Obrijaj se samo." - i u
pa obrij brkove covece :)
rap.1048indi,
-> #1039, sani.:))))))))))
rap.1049chill,
Videste li šta Everlast (House Of Pain) uradi od sebe? :)))
rap.1050wlaad,
-> #1049, chill>> Videste li sta Everlast (House Of Pain) uradi od sebe? :)))
propizdeo je on odavno..
rap.1051ice.shat,
E "RAP" je najjachi trip na svetu.
HIP-HOP, Trip-hop, Hard-CORE
e
help
ovo je strashno
Pozdrav,
Black Hole "ANGEL"
rap.1052gligo,
-> #1051, ice.shat> E "RAP" je najjachi trip na svetu.
> HIP-HOP, Trip-hop, Hard-CORE
'Kick in the door, wavin the four - four,
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more...'
'Kick in the door, wavin the four - four,
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more...'
Notorious B.I.G
rap.1053giuliano,
Prodajem sledece CD-ove:
1.PARIS - GUERRILLA FUNK
2.GENIUS/GZA - LIQUID SWORDS
3.GRAVEDIGGAZ - NIGGAMORTIS
Napomena:Svi CD-ovi su originali i novi,
znaci nikakvi Bugari i narezani.
Ko je zainteresovan,neka se javi na mail.
POzdrav.
rap.1054giuliano,
Prodajem 3 cd-a:
1.Gravediggaz - Niggamortis
2.Genius/GZA - Liquid Swords
3.Paris - Guerrila Funk
Svi su originali...
KO hoce nek javi na mail.
rap.1055krsta,
Moja Rap kreacija, slichna pesmi Zivot Dancera.
Naravno u Zipu su MP3 i TXT fajl, za one koji ne razumeju rechi.
32 khz mono
KRLE
fighter.ziprap.1056saint,
-> #1055, krsta=> Moja Rap kreacija, slichna pesmi Zivot Dancera.
=> Naravno u Zipu su MP3 i TXT fajl, za one koji ne razumeju rechi.
Ti si covece bolestan!
rap.1057corgan,
-> #1056, saint=> Moja Rap kreacija, slichna pesmi Zivot Dancera.
=> Naravno u Zipu su MP3 i TXT fajl, za one koji ne razumeju rechi.
Ti si covece bolestan!
____________________________________________________________
Nemoj da prichash....
Pozdrav
Corgan
A.M.
rap.1058saint,
-> #1057, corgan=> Nemoj da prichash....
Mislis da je potrebno Konsultovanje sa psihologom?
rap.1059spawn,
Artist: Public Enemy
Album: There's A Poison Going On!
Song: Do You Wanna Go Our Way???
Niste ranije čuli za ovaj album i ovu pesmu? Nije ni čudo,
u pitanju je prvi singl sa najnovijeg albuma najbolje Rap
(a i šire ;) grupe svih vremena. Album se pojavljuje u prodaji,
u Americi, 21. juna, a moguće ga je naručiti i preko interneta.
Inače, ova pesma me prilično podseća na What You Need Is Jesus
sa He Got Game soundtracka, ali joj to ne smeta da bude prilično
dobra. Valjda će album biti još bolji. :)
rap.1060spawn,
mh... nešto mi ne ide upload ;)
probaću sutra rano ujutru :)
rap.1061karlos,
ako neko hoce da kupi albume :
Wu Tang Clan - Wu Tang Forever
Fugees - prvi album
Coolio - My Soul
rap.1062gligo,
-> #1059, spawn> Artist: Public Enemy
> Niste ranije culi za ovaj album i ovu pesmu? Nije ni cudo,
> u pitanju je prvi singl sa najnovijeg albuma najbolje Rap
> (a i sire ;) grupe svih vremena.
Dobro, postujem tvoje misljenje ali mi se cini da je to 'najbolje'
presirok pojam za PE. Ono, morao bi prvo to da definises,
dal' je to grupa koju najvise volis, ili je to mozda najslusanija,
ili najkomercijalnija ili surprotno, najneprodanija grupa, itd...
Ono, imas pravo da kazes to, k'o ja sto imam pravu da kazem
da su najbolji BBoys, Cypress Hill ili Run-DMC...
rap.1063karlos,
ako neko hoce da se menja ,
ja nudim novi Sunshine CD ali narezan....
rap.1064noay,
El moze neko da posalje text pesme "Changes" od 2 Pac-a?
rap.1065ice.shat,
Momci propali ste slusha li neko od vas EAST COAST?.
Usput ima li neko dobar free-stylin` ili dobar trip-hop.
Unapred hvala!!!
Pozdrav,
Black hole "ANGEL"
rap.1066wlaad,
-> #1065, ice.shatshatjamadafaka.
eto ti ist koust..
rap.1067gligo,
-> #1066, wlaad> shatjamadafaka.
> eto ti ist koust..
Cek, cek, bato, a koji je to ist koust?
Ono, Marinkova bara ili madafakin' Karton City?
;)
rap.1068ice.shat,
Ne "EAST COAST" je ono gde je nastao pravi rap a vash "WEST COAST" je prodao
sve moguce vrste rap muzike, a zbog njihje sada svaka mogucapodvrsta rap-a
komercijala tj. i hip-hop i gangsta-rap i sve ostalo.
Pozdrav,
Black hole "ANGEL"
rap.1069chadra,
-> #1068, ice.shat>Ne "EAST COAST" je ono gde je nastao pravi rap a vash "WEST COAST" je prodao
>sve moguce vrste rap muzike, a zbog njihje sada svaka mogucapodvrsta rap-a
>komercijala tj. i hip-hop i gangsta-rap i sve ostalo.
Jeste, a na istoku sve never-gonna-go-commercial likovi, pardon - frikovi:
Puff, Mase, Jay-Z, Lil' Kim...
Obe obale imaju svoje ne-kvalitete, podjednako.
p.s. C.R.E.A.M. (!)