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rap.958 sani.,
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.959 emajsijuen, -> #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.arj
rap.960 gligo,
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.961 chill,
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.962 chill,
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.jpg
rap.963 gdown, -> #962, chill
Aj baci i Vol.2 10x
rap.964 chill,
ICE CUBE wallpaper, odlično izgleda na 800x600... wall_ice.jpg
rap.965 chill,
PUBLIC ENEMY wallpaper, takodje za 800x600... wall_pe.jpg
rap.966 rados,
KO voli CYPRESS HILL ko ja ovo ce mu se svideti teqcover.jpg
rap.967 chill,
PUBLIC ENEMY "Hazy Shade Of Criminal", maxi single... p_enemy.jpg
rap.969 chill,
>> ========================= >> 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... >> >> You are now connected to the latest and best Ice Cube information on the >> web. As soon as the drama drops we send it to our list members >> worldwide. >> >> Check your mail box for personal messages from Cube, updates on his >> albums and movies and other inside information. Drop a line to your >> friends and make sure they get connected as well. >> >> Stay up, >> >> Cube's List >> -------------------------------------------53761--- Ajde... Prijavljujte se na mail-listu (donmega@icecube.com) :)
rap.970 chill,
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. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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... ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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... ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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." ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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'. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ 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. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■
rap.971 chill,
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. iv_album.jpg
rap.972 chill,
CYPRESS HILL wallpaper... (800x600, black, centered) Jebeno najbolji wallpaper ikad vidjen na ovim prostorima... :)) wall_ch.jpg
rap.973 stukelj,
dr greenthumb... ima li ko txt?
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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
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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
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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)
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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
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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!)
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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)
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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
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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
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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]
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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....
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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.
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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*
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.1000 chill,
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.1001 chill,
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.1002 chill,
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.1003 sani.,
A el moze da se desi da neko posalje HE GOT THE GAME mp3. Chill , tebe gledam.
rap.1004 chill, -> #1003, sani.
>> Chill , tebe gledam. Ma pali... Nesposoban je moj komp za MP3 kompresiju...
rap.1005 sani., -> #1004, chill
}} Ma pali... Nesposoban je moj komp za MP3 kompresiju... Aj bre neko drugi onda?
rap.1006 gligo,
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.1007 gligo,
http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/club/8969 Jedan od najboljih site-ova posvecenih Tupac Shakur-u...
rap.1008 gligo,
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.1009 zla.,
BILO JE STRRRRRAVA NA KONCERTU SUNSHINE-a!:) pozdrav, T.
rap.1010 violent,
Slazem se sa zlom SUNSHINE su cool. Momci bas umeju da naprave atmosferu. Pozdrav ByE
rap.1011 smrda, -> #1010, violent
>SUNSHINE su cool. Totalno su propali.Pocheli su da sviraju neki propali hip-hop,inache ih vrlo rado slusham. Pozdrav, Nemanja
rap.1012 darklord,
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.1013 zla., -> #1012, darklord
i ti si bio na koncertu... :) pozdrav, T.
rap.1014 mindcrime, -> #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.1015 vantic,
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.1016 ivkeb,
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.1017 chill, -> #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.1019 kec., -> #1017, chill
k# 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.1021 snoop,
Omot sa albuma Snoop-a Danko snoop@net.yu snoopdd.jpg
rap.1022 snoop,
Jos jedan omot sa albuma istog autora Danko snoop@net.yu snoopdd1.jpg
rap.1023 snoop,
I jos jedan.. Danko snoop@net.yu snoopdd2.jpg
rap.1024 chill,
Tvorci tzv. političkog rapa... CHUCK D i KRS-ONE zajedno u studiju... chuckkrs.jpg
rap.1025 chill,
"I took rap from the streets and put it on TV..." Daryll McDaniels (aka DMC) Run-DMC... prvi album... 1984... album_1.jpg
rap.1026 chill,
PUBLIC ENEMY "Give It Up", maxi single... s_pe.jpg
rap.1027 chill,
ICE CUBE "Wicked", maxi single... s_cube.jpg
rap.1028 chill,
BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS "Duck Down", maxi single... s_bdp.jpg
rap.1029 chill,
ICE-T "Original Gangster", maxi single... s_ice-t.jpg
rap.1030 chill,
HOUSE OF PAIN "Who's The Man?", maxi single... s_pain.jpg
rap.1031 chill,
CYPRESS HILL "Latin Lingo", maxi single... s_hill.jpg
rap.1032 chill,
FUNKDOOBIEST "Bow Wow Wow", maxi single... s_funk.jpg
rap.1033 chill,
EPMD "Crossover", maxi single... s_epmd.jpg
rap.1034 chill,
ONYX "Last Dayz", maxi single... s_onyx.jpg
rap.1035 chill,
GANG STARR "Mass Appeal", maxi single... s_gang.jpg
rap.1036 chill,
A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "1nce Again", maxi single... s_tribe.jpg
rap.1037 chill,
RUN-DMC "Ooh, Whatcha Gonna Do", maxi single... s_dmc.jpg
rap.1038 brka, -> #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.1039 sani., -> #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.1040 gligo,
Evo konacno kompletiranih SVIH tekstova sa Tupac-ovog treceg albuma, "Me Against The World"... Za kompletiranje kolekcije... meagains.zip
rap.1041 wlaad, -> #1040, gligo
e hvala, bhatee svud sam to trazhio 10x !!!!!! ;)
rap.1042 chadra,
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.1043 violent,
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.1044 wlaad, -> #1043, violent
imash vetj gomilu stvari u konferenciji.
rap.1045 brka, -> #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 pogre
rap.1046 joke, -> #1045, brka
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 po
rap.1047 indi, -> #1038, brka
-> Zato te molim da mi pojasnis ovo "Obrijaj se samo." - i u pa obrij brkove covece :)
rap.1048 indi, -> #1039, sani.
:))))))))))
rap.1049 chill,
Videste li šta Everlast (House Of Pain) uradi od sebe? :)))
rap.1050 wlaad, -> #1049, chill
>> Videste li sta Everlast (House Of Pain) uradi od sebe? :))) propizdeo je on odavno..
rap.1051 ice.shat,
E "RAP" je najjachi trip na svetu. HIP-HOP, Trip-hop, Hard-CORE e help ovo je strashno Pozdrav, Black Hole "ANGEL"
rap.1052 gligo, -> #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.1053 giuliano,
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.1054 giuliano,
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.1055 krsta,
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.zip
rap.1056 saint, -> #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.1057 corgan, -> #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.1058 saint, -> #1057, corgan
=> Nemoj da prichash.... Mislis da je potrebno Konsultovanje sa psihologom?
rap.1059 spawn,
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.1060 spawn,
mh... nešto mi ne ide upload ;) probaću sutra rano ujutru :)
rap.1061 karlos,
ako neko hoce da kupi albume : Wu Tang Clan - Wu Tang Forever Fugees - prvi album Coolio - My Soul
rap.1062 gligo, -> #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.1063 karlos,
ako neko hoce da se menja , ja nudim novi Sunshine CD ali narezan....
rap.1064 noay,
El moze neko da posalje text pesme "Changes" od 2 Pac-a?
rap.1065 ice.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.1066 wlaad, -> #1065, ice.shat
shatjamadafaka. eto ti ist koust..
rap.1067 gligo, -> #1066, wlaad
> shatjamadafaka. > eto ti ist koust.. Cek, cek, bato, a koji je to ist koust? Ono, Marinkova bara ili madafakin' Karton City? ;)
rap.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. Pozdrav, Black hole "ANGEL"
rap.1069 chadra, -> #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. (!)