Reggae Music - Musica Reggae

Bring the pain

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 05:08:13 PST

Lyrics

Basically, can't fuck with me

[Verse One:]

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

[Chorus:]

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

[Interlude: Booster]

And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)

[Verse Two:]

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
[horn sound of car racing by]

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

You motherfuckers
(So??) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe

(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)

Live from New York

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 15:02:19 PDT

Lyrics

Li-li-live from New York (2x)
Is you watchin
Whats on my motherfuckin neck nigga
Li-li-live from New York (2x)
Live from New York

Yo Yo
All white bolon
The allie pulled on
Kept his fade low
Rocked swade in the snow
Blue Tahoe
A wizard on the keyboard
Eyes look bloodshot lord
Nevermind that
Claim the award
In the system we just missed'em
Came through bangin nuthin but Wu
The crowd blitzed'em
Much love
Autograph
Carryin the champaigne glasses
Crazy asses
Niggas on his neck like ski masks
Chill step on me
Axe slash through a little fifty
And crash
I wanna drink knew shed pocket the cash
Buck Samonite hype nigga
Iron Man blowin the mic
You motherfucken right
Live highlight then I seen him
Nigga was raw, stepped in
Bitches flexin' next to him
Bad Mexicans
What up showin' you love
You got a real style
Where you from
The Ow
Thats Staten Isle love no doubt
Oh God he had a take bout a hundred
Some strange nigga thought he had arranged
God gone blunted
Pay attention its cinch like sacks and macks
He did the knowledge
Ran to the bar and grabbed stacks
Now the whole parties bubblin'
Niggas got love his bug
He had on one glove
Rollin' up drugs
Him and his Vikings ran through
Stopped played the back
Then they walked through
Live from New York
When niggas hug you

Chorus: 2x
Gettin money and laced up
Live from New York
Gettin' reefer to blaze up
Live from New York
Gettin' Niggas to dance
Aiyyo and throw both hands up
Wont pull their pants up
Live from New York

Yo Yo
Madonna money in our pocket
Boating in a rocket
Bout to blast off
We charged like a socket
Whips be cleaner than a fuck
Jewels basically struck
Strait up Brolox style
Layin in the cut
Bottles strictly done
Ring the alarm
Rollie on the arm
Arms crossed two sneakers on
Fly shit
Nikes the majority
NYC state of mind
And we talk with authority
5 borrows is sterile
Still out of town playin mellow
I thought I seen Shalon swade yelow
Rippin' it
New six flippin' it
Shorty is drip dippin' in it
When she sit through dick in it
Came to conclusions
Whats the solution when your losin'
Respect mine
Now from the foul line
Streets is a part of us
Teaching the seeds through the heart of us
Some get locked thats a scar on us

Chorus: 3x

IV my people

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 14:59:28 PDT

Lyrics

{Refrain:}
[Lord Kossity]
This is for my people comin' inna the dance - Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin' inna the dance - Po! Po !
Represent, represent, yo !

[Kool Shen]
J'balance ma vibe, mon contrôle, for my people,
Tu sais qu'mon rôle c'est qu'ça continue d'sentir le hall.
Dans tout ce qu'on fait, on met tout ce qu'on a
Et on a quoi à part le Hip-Hop ? Rien.
Alors t'étonnes pas qu'on soit au niveau quand on sort un maxi,
Jaguar Gorgon, Lord Kossity, moi, Busta, Zoxea.
On sait qu'c'est sur nous qu'les yeux sont et tant qu'on sera au top, c'est clair
Qu'on niquera tout l'son et, Zox dis leur,
Qui c'est le killer, ouais, donne l'heure qu'il est maintenant...

[Zoxea]
... La pression, au micro pire qu'une agression,
Mais Zox fait toujours bonne impression. Wouaah !
Après t'as plus qu'à apprecier la précision du phrasé
Qui phase grave quand sur le sillon le diamant s'écrase,
On n'est pas des nases, on prouve qu'on est pas des barges,
On pousse des paragraphes de oufs sortis d'cage !
Pour tout âge et toutes races confondues,
Car chez nous, les barrières de classes ont fondu.

{au Refrain, x2}

[Busta Flex]
9.8. la même fuite de gaz, la même suite de phrases
Dis-nous pourquoi tu jases, you betta "wrekonize" !
On rime, on rame, on crâme la crème du Hip-Hop
Sur l'chrome et c'est cheum : c'est Busta, zoxea et Nique ta reum
Beaucoup croirons à une vendetta ou une affaire d'Etat
C'est vrai qu'le ché-mar est dans un drôle d'état

Mais nous, on fait c'qu'on a à faire, et vu l'effectif
Qu'on a on pourrait même leur déclarer la guerre ! Mais chuuut !
Vaut mieux s'taire, faire les choses clair, satisfaire les soeurs et les frères,
Avoir le flair pour pas qu'ça fler; c'est clair,
Cette fois, ça vient du 9.3. et du 9.2. pas d'bluff, que du vrai
On est des reufs de longue date et on n's'éparpille pas pour qu'le crew s'gate
Eh yo, Zox, nique ça que un beat fat

[Zoxea]
De Valence à Ivry, quand j'balance un style-free, reste pas aigri
Demande-moi plutot : " Zozo, qu'est-ce t'as écrit ? "
Pro-pulseur de tas de rimes, pro-ducteur de tas de disques,
Pro-posera une palette de vert, blanc, noir ou gris
Trop magnifique, mon rap en image : du Picasso.
Faut pas être triste quand je kick à chaud des lyrics froides anti-fachos
Qui ragent, mec et si ça chauffe, t'inquiète,
On branchera six H.F. même si ça "chouf" mal, on shoote : paw !
Mon rap ainsi s'achève.

{au Refrain, x2}

[Lord Kossity]
Lord Ko, Killko psycho, fait des strikes au microphone
Pour la millefa, mes paincos, eeeooh !
La dream team pour les intimes,
J'm'acroche pour mes poches
Et mes proches ne me reprochent pas d'ramener des centimes,
Yo, time, time for some action, final mission,
Counter action for my people, ram-jam session, yo !
T'as Kool Shen et Joey Resta, t'as Zoxea et Flex Busta
Un gars d'chez nous qui pèze pas, c'est rare
Comme une pute qui suce pas, qui baise pas,
Si y'a qu'la thune qui t'interesse : Paw !
Klik-klik, y'a des claques qui s'perdent,
Ouais Busta Flex revient foutre la merde.

[Busta Flex]
Eh yo, j'me place fils, place à l'artiste, place tes cartes fils,
La place est hard, disque sur disque j'placarde, fissure les bacs
Un bakchich, deux tafs de haschich, j'me fâche,
Fiche la foule en feu, vu qu'c'est for my peeps à l'affiche
Pas d'triche, rien dans les poches, proche de nos biens,
Bien avec les authentiques mais combien ?
Écorche le mic pour le bien. Alors coche, pioche,
Hoche la tête sur l'son d'une nouvelle école : for my people

[Kool Shen]
On est tous soudés comme des maillons,
La clique sans baillon débarque dans l'but d'faire briller l'bataillon
La maille, on la cherche pas
Comme ça si elle vient c'est tant mieux.
On recréera la dream team mais en mieux
Comme tous les gosses des banlieues,
On s'bat pour un bout d'terre, une bannière, peu importe la manière
Qui c'est qui pense à nous ?
D'toutes manières, on n'a pas le choix,
Faut bien qu'on s'accroche à quelque chose.
Quand on n'a rien, représenter les siens c'est déjà quelque chose...

{au Refrain, x2}

Le Bilan

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 14:56:59 PDT

Lyrics

C'est fou ce que le temps passe vite,t'as vu c'est ce que je me dis aussiquand je vois le chemin qu'on a parcouru jusqu'aujourd'huije repense à notre enfance pas toujours aisée sans tropdramatiserce n'était pas toujours rose c'est peut être ce qui nous amotivésl'esprit était déjà Neg'Marrons petits vagabonds à têtesgrainéesont préfère sécher les cours et rester s'vaner au quartierl'excès de curiosité était tel qu'on s'enjaillaiten suivant les aînés qui étaient pour nous des modèlesà l'époque dans les halls les gangs break, smurf, parfois serebellentFresh Boys, B-Boys, représentaient Garges-Sarcellese me rapelle y avait des bandes et des gangsy avait même des gangs-bangs,c'est vrai qu'on bandait à peine mais on voulait déjà ken.Partager nos kiffes, nos ambitions, objectifs devenir quelqu'unun point commun celui de réussir par tous les moyensmaintenant je comprends Ben-J que quand on était gaminon avait le même itinéraire mais pas le même destin.{Refrain: x2}Le temps passe et passe et passeet beaucoup de choses ont changéqui aurait pu s'imaginer que le temps se serait si vite écoulé,on fait le Bilan calmement en se remémorant chaque instantparler les histoires d'avant comme si on avait 50 ansBen-J tu te souviens ce qui nous a donné l'envie d'écrirel'oreille scotchée sur Nova à l'écoute des MCs qui déchirentde là nos premières rimes naissent,les jeux de mots, puis les jeux de scènene cessent de s'enchaîner des MJC aux sound systèmes.Et puis en un éclair nous voici sous les projecteurs, on s'adapteet ondomine professionnel ou amateur,tu le sais c'est la monnaie qui dirige le mondec'est la monnaie qui dirige la terrenous propulse aux sommets des hits de là tout s'est passé sivite.C'est boule de neige premier album, studio, promo, clip vidéoles Nèg'Marrons s'exporte en live et prennent tous les publicsd'assautsdans les quatres coins de la France on est parti foutre le dawacomme les avant-premières de Steelpulse et Fugees à ris-paon a tout déchiré le 22 mai à l'Olympiapour baptiser le concert mythique du Secteur Ä.La musique m'a mis "official" qu'est ce que j'auraisfais sans elle.j'ai esquivé les plans couchals aujourd'hui je kiffe grâceà elle/{au Refrain, x2}Le temps passe tellement vite t'as vu comment on a changéKy-Ja t'as pris du poids Ben-J toi t'as encore pousséRegarde ça se passe tu brilles de la tête aux piedsblanches baskets de l'or aux poignets jusqu'aux lunettes CartierPas plus que toi respect au Congotoutes les rates me parlent de toi et de Bisso Na BissoMerci mais dis leur que je ne suis plus le mêmeque depuis j'ai un fils et une femme qui m'aime.C'est ça faut construire une famille assurer sa descendancemême si ce n'est pas encore mon heure t'inquiète chaquejour j'y pense.L'horloge tourne les jours défilent les années passent, nos vieschangent,on évolue chacun son destin mais surtout chacun sa chance.{au Refrain, x4}

Señor Oficial

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 09:19:54 PST

Lyrics

señor oficial dejeme cantar mi cancion
señor oficial dejeme ser como yo soy
señor oficial comprenda justizo hace tiempo
la cosa que yo hago hoy

señor oficial no diga que soy un ladron
señor oficial tampoco que soy un maton
señor oficial mejor di que soy un cantante
que lo hace de corazon... Señor oficial!

Venga quiero hablarle y decirle
lo que yo pienso y no voy a mentirle
pues quiero que me explique en esta conversacion
el porque personas bujcan a personas sin razon
señor oficial porque los suyos persiguen
a los raperos que en tarima se exhiben
estamos en un party y nos mandan a parar
sin saber que estoy cantando para mi madre ayudar
y porque? porque si voy para la esquina me quieren voltiar
si voy al cazerio creen que voy a comprar
si salgo en el carro usted me manda parar
porque prendo el equipo o me pongo un celular
me juzgan como si algo malo hize..
"yo solo canto rap" al suelo que pise
ahora yo vuelvo pa que gente analize
y escuche el coro que dice:

[coro]
señor oficial dejeme cantar mi cancion
señor oficial dejeme ser como yo soy
señor oficial comprenda justizo hace tiempo
la cosa que yo hago hoy

señor oficial no diga que soy un ladron
señor oficial tampoco que soy un maton
señor oficial mejor di que soy un cantante
que lo hace de corazon

ahora quiero hablar para yo esplicarle a esa gente
que nos critican pero no hablan de frente
esos que dicen que la juventud se esta perdiendo
y culpan al rapero que en mi debo estan saliendo (pero eso esta mal)
por eso yo alzo mi voz
pues todos somo iguales ante los ojos de Dios
nos quieren echar la culpa por los problemas que tienen
ignorando que en la calle
el que se pierde es porque quiere (y no se)
no se como personas siguen pensando igual
se creen que mi reporte y mi pantallas esta mal
si brinco con mi estilo al fon no me dejan entrar
y si entro a una tienda se creen que voy a asaltar
los padres a sus hijos no los dejan escuchar
el hombre blanco piensa que ellos se van a dañar
pero ellos solo se quieren expresar como el eddie
que ahora va a cantar...

Estoy molesto por todas las cosas
que estoy viendo como la droga
y la gente hoy esta muriendo
pero tambien me enfada oir
gente diciendo que es culpa de nosotros
lo que esta sucediendo
mi madre dice que es muy
bueno lo que estoy haciendo
mi padre dice que en el rap
mi tiempo estoy perdiendo
y los vecinos dicen que loco
me estoy volviendo
pero solo soy joven y estoy viviendo

señor oficial.. de ke le kiere tirar?
pero kiero enseñarle ke no hay
diferencia en hablaar:
usted dice multitud
y yo le digo corillo
usted dice arma blanca
y yo le digo cuchillo
usted dice relajar
pero yo digo tripiar
usted dice voa pasiar
y yo digo voa a jakiar
usted dice alterado
pero yo digo agitao
usted dice embojkada
pero yo digo pejkao
usted dice balasera
y yo digo tilotiar
usted dice buska pleito
y yo digo rebuliar
usted dice influencia
yo labia 4-15
usted dice mariwana
pero yo le digo sincel
ustedes dicen mujeres
nosotros decimos yahle
pero todas son palabras
iguales...

[coro]
señor oficial dejeme cantar mi cancion
señor oficial dejeme ser como yo soy
señor oficial comprenda justizo hace tiempo
la cosa que yo hago hoy

señor oficial no diga que soy un ladron
señor oficial tampoco que soy un maton
señor oficial mejor di que soy un cantante
que lo hace de corazon

Gladiator

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 11:50:37 PST

Lyrics

{Refrain: x2 (Jacky & Kossity)}
Choisis un adversaire de ta portée
Les gladiateurs sont dans l'arène et le combat et lancé
Qui de toi ou moi va l'emporter
Jusqu'à la mort ça va saigner, un seul devra rester

Lord Kossity
Lord Kossity dans l'arène j'suis un warrior,
J'vais t'kill j'suis un barbare dans la guerilla.
Jacky j'vais t'fumer comme un spliff de Sensimilia.
Comme un pit je décapite pour ma familia.
Lyrical donne ça à jump on
Boy yo pas ka entend sur le mic j'suis pas un tendre
J'ramasse tes cendres et j'accomplis ma mission
Tu gun shot tu gun shot
Do you understand ?
Pour toi Jacky c'est la cata
T'es un bamboclat
Et j'entends ratatatata
Sur ta face, sur ta race
J'fais pleuvoir les coups de batte.
J'batis mon empire alors appelle-moi Sundiata.
J'boxe comme La Motta
J't'élimine comme Nikita
J'm'en bats les couilles de ce que t'as
Je t'enterre dans le Minesota.
Hey Come Again
Jacky t'es dead !
Pas la peine de crier à l'aide
Et j'te fais mal &agra
5a8
ve; la tête
Après j'suis ton Actifed
Pur blood dread
T'es sur la corde raide
J'te baise, j'te rebaise
On dit que j'suis wicked in a bad.

{au Refrain, x2}

Jacky
A ce qui paraît j'suis là pour un clash, une mise à l'amende.
Dès la deuxième mesure j'te l'dis tu tiendras pas un round.
J'vois qu'tu t'es surpassé, ça va ton couplet est pas mal.
Moi j'vais y aller molo, juste histoire de pas t'faire trop mal.
Viens pas avec des trucs de meuf, des phases bubble gum
Ici c'est PC2, c'est qui l'dangereux ? Lyrics de bonhommes.
T'atteins pas la semelle de mes Nike
Et tu veux m'tester au mic.
J'vais t'amocher méchamment, pourtant t'es un beau black.
Avec c'que t'as vendu ça va t'es disque de coton.
Pas d'quoi t'acheter une Benz mais une trotinette d'occasion.
C'que tu touches en SACEM, c'est c'qu'on te donne en perdiem
J'te mets un K.O. lyrical, t'as pas tes règles mais faut qu'ça saigne.
Assassinat verbal, appelle moi Jacky l'animal.
J'suis pas là pour t'faire la musique, t'carresser dans l'sens du poil.
Tu t'prends pour un bad guy, mais pour moi t'es qu'un p'tit squale.
Tiens j'te donne 5 keuss et va t'acheter des cordes vocales.
J'suis un rhinocéros au micro j'ai la rime féroce.
Tes intimes t'appellent Koss'
5a8
et moi sur le ridim j'te rosse.
Quand tu chantes j'comprends pas !
Tu t'exprimes en morse !
J'te mets des baffes, ton style est beauf.
Tu sais c'est qui ton boss !

{au Refrain, x2}

Lord Kossity
Je ne sais lequel choisir
Si elle était là à l'époque elle aurait su.
Tu me clashes tu as tort, j'suis un pur alligator.
J'suis un Gladiator, appelle moi Terminator.
Lord Ko le Minotaure, deux balafres comme Albator.
Jacky lève-toi bats-toi, j'vais te saigner comme un porc.
J'vais t'kill. J'm'appelle Lord Ko et sache que j'aime pas ton style.
Dépose ton bilan, moi je shoote dans le mil.

Jacky
Eh mec regarde la face que t'as, les rimes que t'as,
J'te parle même pas du faux style que t'as.
Ca t'fera un peu d'promo qu'on soit sur le même morceau.
C'est le même ridim, le même micro mais c'est pas le même niveau.
J'aurais dû t'aider à écrire pour essayer d'me battre.
Tu gueules au micro comme un rate que j'retourne à quatre pattes.
T'es vraiment trop mauvais c'est c'que j'avais prédit.
Patou fait lui son chèque et vas-y bouge d'ici.

{au Refrain, x4}

Method Man.::.4,3,2,1

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 09:39:04 PST

Lyrics

[Redman] Hahh [Method] hah
[Method] Yeah [Redman] yeahhh

[LL Cool J] Make it butter
[Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
[LL Cool J] No doubt
[Redman] Aiyyo watch yo mouth!

[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

[Method Man]
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my Punch Buggy sunnin you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu

[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

[Canibus]
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff
like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred
when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

[Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four
[Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven
Blaze the hot trizack
[Method] Shine like heaven
Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four
[Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one
[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!

[LL Cool J]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur MC's
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
to play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time

Baby Bash::Suga Suga

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 07:34:01 PST

Baby Bash::Suga Suga-Lyrics

So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted

[Frankie J.]
You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh wee it's the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Sugar how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?

[Baby Bash]
You know its leather when we ride
Wood grain and raw hide
Doing what we do, watching screens getting high
Gurl you keep it so fly witcha sweet hunnybuns
You was there when the money was gone
You'll be there when the money comes
Off top I can't' lie I love to get blowed
You my lil' sugar, I??m yo little chulo
And every time we kick it it??s off to the groovy
Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though)

[Frankie J.]
You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh wee it's the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Sugar how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?

[Baby Bash]
Now I ain't worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick
I got a fat sack and a superfly chick (and uh uh)
There ain't nothing you can say to a playa
Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air
That's right she's full grown settin the wrong tone
Im diggin the energy and im lovin the o-zone
So fly like a dove so fly like a raven
Quick to politic with some fly conversation
In a natural mood then im a natural dude
And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool
She like my sexy-cool mama with blades on her berata
Rockin' Dolce Gabbana with highdrows and an igwana

[Frankie J.]
You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh wee it's the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Sugar how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?

[BRIGE]
You know its leather when we ride
Wood grain and raw hide
Doing what we do, watching screens getting high
Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns
You was there when the money was gone
You'll be there when the money comes

You know its leather when we ride
Wood grain and raw hide
Doing what we do, watching screens getting high
Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns
You was there when the money was gone
You'll be there when the money comes (fa real though)

[Frankie J.]
You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh wee it's the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Sugar how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?
Suga suga how you get so fly?

So high like I'm a star
so high like I'm a star
so high like I'm a star
so high like I'm a star

Morenas

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 18:36:46 PDT

Lyrics

Yo Yo Yo ! Morenas ?
Que tal ? Como esta usted
Pronto, Pronto, Pronto
Chu Cha !!
Baila ! Baila ! Baila !
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Baila ! Baila ! Baila !
Muchacha, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la.

Baby, Baby, you ring my bell
Lord Kossity, tu sais comment je m'appelle
Je viens du Zoo, Boo !
Pas de sujets tabous et je les pousse ? bout,
je ne veux pas sans le sous

Anecdote, je vais ? une soir?e ph?nom?nale
Avec mes potes, c'est clair
Cela pourrait se terminer mal
Si quelqu'un ose me prendre pour un animal
Je prends un magnum de Mozoezet, dans la t?te
Et je les mettrai ? mal
Attends c'est pas tout les gal?res commencent
On doit se fritter avec le physio et 2 videurs immenses
Laisse !! Laisse !! on a des baskets, on a des casquettes,
Pour eux on a des sales t?tes,
Faudrait qu'on soit des esth?tes

Comment ?a, tu joues ma musique ? l'int?rieur
Et tu ne veux pas me laisser rentrer,
tu te prends pour mon sup?rieur
On ne va pas remettre cela ? une date ult?rieure
Sur la vie des gosses, j'ai vu passer trop de post?rieurs
"1 truc de ouf !!!"
Les boys band rentrent en masse
A croire qu'il faut ressembler ? un minet
pour go?ter le minou
des panth?res des bains douches
"Ouaich ! Farid !!!"
"Hey, t'inqui?te sur la vie de ma m?re,
Y'en a un qui bouge je le couche !"

Refrain
Morenas, Morenas,Morenas
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Muchachas, Muchachas
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Morenas, Morenas, Morenas
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Muchachas, Muchachas

Kool Shen & Lord Kossity
"Hey, Koss"
"Ouais, Ouais Ne-Sh?"
"C'est quoi ce ketru l?, Morenas, Morenas ?"
"Ha, mais c'est le truc du refrain, c'est le d?lire,
c'est la vibe…" "Ok ! ok !"
"la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la !"

Lord Kossity
Finalement ? peine au bout de deux heures
On franchit les deux m?tres qui nous s?parent de l'int?rieur
Ca bouge de partout

New Wu

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 08:27:53 PDT

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Uh-huh, what up son? Yeah
Maintaining, maintaining, you know?
You good, right? Everything proper, still, right?
Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man?
Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on

[Chorus: Method Man]
Tell a friend, it's that symbol again, that W
Coming through, bust a shot on your block, give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin
Here we go, yo, ya'll already know what it do
Brand new, nigga, back from the slums, it be the Wu
Now throw ya W's up, back from the slums, it be the Wu

[Raekwon]
You know how to dress a lad, get rocked, hundred bags, black doorags
Ski masks is on, g-rags
Nigga try to take pictures, relax, still in the grass
You'll learn respect, burst when I ask
Rhyme master busy, Rizzy on the subject
Love Deck, thug buried, drug vest, snub sets, killing the most
Night time toast, gorillas in boats, three boats
Realers is killa, gangsta feel notes
Hibernation yo, switch up, liver nation, fly information
Vivid vacation, deliberation moments
Move like '91 Romans, cloning everything
Gents only, the rent's on the stove, I'm in Rome
Maxed out, Amex style, my team brand bandits
Make a move and get blown off the planet, baby
Hold that cannon, just understand we got the whole shit
Padlocked down, my niggas won't have it

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, jumping out of Benz wagons, my family live in the Hill
They call us Bin Ladins, laughing, turbaned up
Niggas get murdered up, these streets is like radio beef
So watch how the kid turn it up
Bulletproof tuxes, knuckle games is clarkers and busters
Eighteen niggas, bringing the ruckus
Flame throwers on our backs and shoulders, the rusty joints still work
The trey eight'll blow one of your doujas
When it's mad, he the mad calm, walk around
Gold collect, 36, so before G bomb
My inner strength flowing, I mastered chi kung
Ya'll Planet of the Apes, standing next to King Kong
Forensic file, ultraviolet hype, sky blue Bales
Laying niggas like ceramic tile
I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile
Laying niggas in the nuts, nigga, damn I'm foul

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
We blow money, got game, hold it, we pop things
Vote for money, crams in my pocket, Chef cook for me
Blue Magic bundles, I'm dope, but on the humble
I'm a good dude, don't short change me, seen as a hood dude
Beer drinkin', Cuban Linking, new way of thinking
God me thinking up, break the handcuffs, run out the precint
This is hard body, hard knocks, if you pushing that hard rock
Then let these niggas go off top
We rock fitted, dropkick it, I lived it and not quit it
I'm pinching, my pops lift it, need business, I'm not finished
I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching, the plot thicken
I'm shitting the glow, spitting, if nigga don't stop snitching
Just what the block missing, the two-seater wit the top missing
And two divas wit they tops missing
Now that's living to me, I'm what these kids is killing to be
But I don't want my children to be

Release Yo' Delf

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 08:04:59 PDT

Lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry

When I first stepped on the scene niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
your careers won't be lasting long

Chorus

Verse One:

Check it I'm the fuckin man who they mention
Notice that other niggaz rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture
For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity

(Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)
As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release, yo delf!!

Verse Two:

My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
YAH! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes

What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then
And keep it movin, baby keep it movin
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin
Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH

Chorus

Outro:

Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
Let me hear you say stim-uli

Chorus

how hi part II

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 07:49:58 PDT

Lyrics

I, I get so high

[Redman:] Yo ladies and gentlemen...we got Toni Braxton up in the house
[Method Man:] So high that I can kiss the sky bitch
[Redman:] We live up in here y'all, let's get high
[Method Man:] Motherfucker get high

High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)

[Method Man]
Tical shittin again, spittin to win
Load they guns clip in the end none sicker than him
Yes indeed, I'm ill as any STD's or sex disease
These dirty rats want extra cheese
On that piece of the pie nowm ask me how high
Until ya reach for the sky blame the crooked letter I
That's my home, 23's wrapped in chrome
Not only snap on y'all niggas but I'll snap dem bones
Slap your dome, make you leave that crack alone
You got the, key to the city but the latch is on
I got's it locked, bringin the noise bringin the Funk Doctor Spock
Bringin my boys bringin you lungs
Pop the glock but only if you feel this shit
Jack The Ripper, don't make me have to kill this bitch
Back to get'cha put it in check that's the mista
Meth with his wood on your neck, shut your lips up

[Chorus - Toni Braxton (Redman & Method Man)]
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)

[Redman]
You can, call on the man when the party is borin
I'll have these hoes strippin till it's part of the mornin
I love a fat chick with a body enormous
It ain't about the weight yo it's how they performin
My dash is 180, my weed half a pound
With the smoke in the air my nose like basset hounds
I don't stash the draw, nigga divide
I'm that nigga that ride with trigga to give a supply
High, is how I stay all the time
([Method Man:] Niggas close your doors)
Yo bitches shut all your blinds
If I'm, hard to find take two puffs and pass
I'd stay back but my benz moved up a class
It's Dock and Meth the format is real sickenin
Contagious, we out for Mista Biggs women
You better shut your trap when my dogs around
We put them on fire hydrents, to walk around bitch!

[Chorus: Toni Braxton (Redman & Method Man)]
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)

[Method Man]
Mista Method Man puttin in work foot in the dirt
Like it's all good roll thru your hood pushin a hearst
I wish y'all would, come aruond like Clint Eastwood
As if your, reppin your hood in my neck of the woods
Street gorillas in the PJ's, grimy bitch
I wear the same shit for 3 days, find me lit
Blunt sparks like Felipe fuck the he say she say
Yo shut the mic on plus the DJ

[Redman]
Yo, call me the Bob Backlin I'll break backs on hoes
Who look like Toni Braxton, come run with these boney masked men
I'm out the gutter, I'm to send your baby mother 4 rubbers
We fuckin tonight, bitches wanna croud around I'm coughin the mic
I'm a gorilla, leave a banana stuck in your pipe
Cause I'm a real block winner, the Doc inna
Bitch one of my balls bigger than the Epcot Center

[Chorus: Toni Braxton (Redman & Method Man)]
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba)
I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky)
I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)
High (Let's Get)

React

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 07:48:10 PDT

Lyrics

[Intro]
Just Blaze, yeah
Check me out now
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo,
Let me hear ya say
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon
Where them dogs at

[Verse One: Erick Sermon]
Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine
Wide-body frame, E-Dub's the name, whoa
In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly
I should be in the sky with birds
I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo
(Hey yo, them tens, nigga)
I know, I keep 'em clean though
Come through stormin' the block like El Nino
Scoop up an Arabic chick before she close
She goes, those my people
Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them Keith's folks
Yeah, watch how the "E" locs 64
Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor
Burn out, I do it for the kids
They're hoppin' the turn style, the "E" goin' wild
Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD
Yeah, I'm worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga

[1] - Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react

Whateva' she said, then I'm that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react

[Verse Two: Redman]
Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty
I leave your eye like a 9-9 Benz-buggy, puffy
Brick niggas get real ugly
Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky
Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures
And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender
My shots like squeegy men on your window
Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member
Get away when I sat down in the office
Heat in my lap keep me walkin' awkward
While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it
The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it
Yo' bitch is my bitch when it's over
No Cristal, I pulled up with King Cobra
Out in the Nova, don't bother
My Nino Brown bust, it'll shut down the corridor

[Repeat 1]

[Verse Three]
Hey yo Red, he's over (Word?) with his shit right now
Watch this, told ya
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin', I'm +Milk+
I'm that kid +Gizmo+, we "Top Billin'"
Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me
Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free
When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out
Total recall for people to breathe

I got dogs in the backyard shittin' their lawns
We got chickens ain't leaving 'till six in the morning
Round and round we go, circle the area
Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott
Dozy-doe with cowboys where they saddle at
Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac
What your name is, yo, R.E.D.
Crack cost money, but the "E" is free, yeah

[Repeat 1 until fade]

Bitch Please BLS

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 07:45:24 PDT

Lyrics

[Intro:]
[Xzibit]
Yeah
Time to bring your ass to the table y'all
It's X to the Z, Xzibit
Snoop double G, uh O.G (Westcoast, Los Angeles)
Uh, bring it live, Dr. Dre
What
Throwin' up a big ass W
Coverin' up the world, right
Yeah, listen, look

[Verse 1:]
[Xzibit]
You ain't try to high box with me
I swing hard liquor
Goin' down by the second round
All hail the underground
How that sound?
Xzibit backin' down from a conflict
Fuck the nonsense, terrorist
Hit a bomb shit
Blast with metal in every direction
Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
And reason why Niggas promise keep on steppin'
Xzibit ready to scrap
Like Mike Tyson with his license back
9 to 5, minimum wage
What type of life is that for me
It not for me
You fuckin' round with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
You outta your destiny
You don't wanna tango with the X,
strangle your neck
slap like the opposite sex
Drunk drivin' tryin' to stack my loot
While other rappers gettin' treated like a prostitute
So check the sound scale

[Hook:]
[Snoop Dogg]
All I wanna be was a G, ha
My poor guide, Nigga please, ha
Breakin' on these motherfuckin' keys, ha
Let's get these motherfuckin' G's, ha
Bet you don't wanna fuck with this

[Verse 2:]
[Snoop Dogg]
Oh no, big Snoop Dogg
Back up in the heazy baby
You jockin' my style
You so crazy
Dre said, Ain't No Limit to this
As long as we drop gangsta shit
Look here bitch
You fine and I dig your style
Come fuck with a Nigga
Do it Doggystyle
I'll be gentile, sentimental
Shit, we fucked in a rental
Lincoln Continental
Um, coast to coast
L.A. to Chicago
I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(Yeah Nigga you know what's happenin' man)
Ask the bitches in your click can't say no
(These bitches know what time it is)
I get this pussy everywhere that I go
(Yeah, oh, a story bout a Nigga like me)
Ask the bitches in your click can't say no
(I'm gonna hip these hoes, Nigga)

[Hook:]
[Xzibit]
Bitch please
Get down on your goddamn knees
For this money, chronic, blow that weed
You fuckin' with some real O.G's
Bitch please
Bitch please
Get down on your motherfuckin' knees
We came to get the motherfuckin' G's
Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's
You dick-tease

[Verse 3:]
[Snoop Dogg]
Bitch please
Now what you need to do is
Hand my coat
And roll me some dope
Different strokes,
for different folks
Oh, you like settin' Niggas up and gettin' them loc's
Oh, cute little bitch with a whole lot hard
Shit get thick when the lights get dark
She said she got some lick for me
Worked about 200 G's and 30 keys
Now check this out Dre
Snap if I don't move
Then a Nigga like me
Shit I don't lose
But you know me
Dogg I'm movin'
Ain't nothin' to it, but to get the groovin'
You've been waitin' on a Nigga like me
To take your chance and ride with men and beat up the pussy
A victim off the circumstance
Pass the devil
They always wanna dance
See we grow up with a bang
I'm tryin' to work this cold thing
And take this whole thing
I get the money everywhere that I go
I bust a bitch and take here money for sure
I get the money everywhere that I go
I bust a bitch and take here money for sure

[Outro:]
[Nate Dogg x4]
Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claimin' DPG
Till the day I D-I-E

[Thanks to zarko_malovic@hotmail.com, KuzZ for correcting these lyrics]

Brown Sugar

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 08:36:43 PDT

Lyrics

Woo, Ah, Official, Official, Ah, {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Brown Sugar, Faith Evans, Big Mos {Oh oh oh oh, oh} (Wha what)
Brooklyn is in the building, hell we own the building (Wha What)
Heh, y'all just payin' rent, see I'm sayin'? {Oh oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh oh oh}

[Verse 1]
Listen, now honey check it out ya got me mesmerized
With your black hair and your fat ass thighs
It's the way I hold it down to make my nature rise
You got me in the boutiques pickin' out your size
You make the push and I can't get it out my mind
It's that body I can't get it out my mind
Give it up ma, know it that your down to ride
Hit the dance floor and bounce your hide
You got to bounce with mine
And let me know when your down to slide
I tell Ad to swing around to ride
Let's show you how I grind
I make it splash like a thousand times
I'm like the stars fallin out the sky, Big Mos
Flaco make your waist get coast,
Make your green get smoke
Make your cat get stroke
Me and Pha make the track get dope
We stay settin' pace in the race now let's go

[Chorus: Mos Def/Faith Evans]
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Brown Sugar)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me?{Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah yeah)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (comin' Brown Sugar)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah yeah)
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Oooh Brown Sugar)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah yeah)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Brown Sugar)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Hey yeah yeah eh)

[Verse 2]
It's like one, two, three, into the fo'
Brooklyn is runnin' the show, let em know
Former scramblers, my gamblers,
My dirty money handlers, my jugulars,
My hustlers, professional or amateur, woo (Give it to me)
C'mon (Give it to me)
I said what? (Give it to me)
Uh (Give it to me)
Uh, I got to get it all
You got to get involved
You ain't got it to give
You gotta get along (Give it to me)
C'mon (Give it to me)
I said what? (Give it to me)
Uh (Give it to me)
Yeah, and if you holdin' it
I make you let go of it
And I'm a get it
'Till my getting things is over with (Uh huh)
And why not love?
Look what you got love
You get me all charged up
Expect me to stop what? (Oh yeah)
C'mon mami, why you playin' with me?
Fix your face while your waist face say it with me (What it is, oooh)

[Chorus: Mos Def/Faith Evans]
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Come on baby won't cha give it to me?{Oh oh oh oh oh} (Ooooooh)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Uh, it's that Brown Sugar)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Ah Yeah yeah)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Ah ah)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah rock out that Brown Sugar ah)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh}

[Mos Def/Faith Evans]
(Give it to me) Hah
(Give it to me) Yeah
(Give it to me, Give it to me) (Uh huh)
(Oooh Yeah) C'mon
(Give it to me, Give it to me) Hah
(Give it to me, Give it to me) My call right here
(Ooooh Yeah) My call comin' up right here (Oooh Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Yeah Faith let em know (It's unbelievable what Brown Sugar does to me)
Haha, yeah (It's unbelievable what Brown Sugar does to me) (What it is)
Yes Indeed (What it is, what it is now)
What it is, what it, what it is now (What it is, what it is now)
(That's what it is) (Brown Sugar) (What it is, what it is now)
Uh (What it is, what it is now) sing ya steppin' (Gimme my Brown Sugar) Ah

[Chorus: Mos Def/Faith Evans]
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Come on baby won't cha give it to me?{Oh oh oh oh oh} (Oooh Yeah)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Oh Yeah)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh} (And make it, and make it hot for me)
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Come on baby won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Make it hot like it's supposed to be {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Oooh, Brown Sugar Baby)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh}
Brown Sugar won't cha give it to me? (Give it to me)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me? (Eeee)
Make it hot like it's supposed to be
Brown Sugar baby give it to me (Got to make it hot for me)

It s a Pity

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 09:56:39 PDT

Lyrics

said if we never get a chance to be together
go with Jah, Tanya loves ya, wha me seh?

Hook
It's a pity you already have a wife
and me done have a man inna mi life
rudeboy it's such a pity
I say it is such a pity you already have yuh wife
And me have a one man inna mi life
rudeboy it is a pity, mm mm mm

Verse 1
I woulda like one of these mornings to wake up and find
your face on a pillow lying right next to mine
I woulda cut out the partying the smoking and the rum
and buss a extra wine and make we seal up a son
well everytime mi fantasize me see your lips me see your eyes
Your trigger finger do something a lef the rudegirl hypnotized
For you it's just a thing, just another little fling
But for me this is Heaven and the angel them a sing

(Repeat hook)

Verse 2
Fi buck you up inna public and cant even touch
It really fuck me up because me check fi you so much
The respect weh mi have fi your woman fi your kids
believe me rudeboy mi criss, a nuh matey this
who knows? maybe one day the world will be evolved enough
we'll share you in a civilized manner between the two of us
But until then I woulda love see you again,
Me know we have fi play it by the stupid rules of sin

(repeat intro)

Verse 3

So meet me round the corner, avoid Mitzy and Lorna
You know them a two of the biggest informer
I'm not starving for sex no, nah bawl out vex no
but the way how yuh flex really got my interest yo
ayou weh people see a no the you fa me loving
And the you weh deh with me go much deeper than skin
I dont know exactly what it is you're feeling
But I wish this was a permanentthing yo...

(repeat hook)

Verse 4

Me know seh you belong to she, you know seh me belong to him
Me wouldn't want you dis your queen, me woulda never dis mi king
But when yuh play pon mi riddim and when me feel your base a swing
You lef me inna turmoil, you have me head a spin
It really mek me sad fi haffi waste so much water,
I think the two o' we can mek a beautiful daughter
but it would be selfish to an innocent little youth
Fi bring her come and cannot tell her the truth
We have fi tell her the truth
...

Noches De Humo

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 12:34:40 PDT

Lyrics

(Coro:) (Morodo)
Que yo no vine MC de alucine, tu siente mis rimas y los quieran que imaginen (x2)

(Souchi)
Con formas correctas tal vez no llegaría lejos,
en rimas reflejo de rotos espejos,
algo viene y mientras llega todo se hace viejo,
muchas decisiones solo se quedan en pensamientos,
se te pasa el tiempo, te quedas en esto, con esto,
yo tengo que dar unos pasos decisivos,
en cierto modo seguir vivo,
ya no hay dudas ni doy motivos pa que duden,
en vida de difícil resumen,
yo no estoy donde siempre estuve y espero terminar donde estoy seguir siendo,
quien soy en conexión con vida nunca perdida que es lo que me motiva,
aguantar a los de arriba pero tengo salida,
paciencia hasta el momento que esto termina y volveré a mi sitio,
esto es el filing para mis noches de humo, momento oportuno, me tumbo escribo,
verdades no esquivo, a instantes sigo pero cada rima sigue siendo un motivo,
sentido y fundido me vuelvo tranquilo mientras floto y boto al séptimo sentido
fluye mi estilo por que salen de mi sentido mucho mas de lo vivido y yo sigo,
sin ser el falso y carbón tu sabes bien quien fallo, quien cayo,
si en lo callaste te has perdido, te rayas motivos negativos que con esfuerzo retiro,
si yo fallo lo asumo no me molesta como el humo,
lo que me quema es la rutina que llevo o en la calle me quedo tirado y así no se levanta nada,
ahogado por tu soga, libertades mal tomadas,
yo también actúo y luego pienso que he hecho?
y de nada me sirve sacar pecho y tampoco tocas pecho,
pero alegra tu noche con un par de tiros, y déjame fundir tu turulo,
mientras pienso en mandar todo esto a tomar por culo…

(Coro:) (Morodo)
Que yo no vine MC de alucine, tu siente mis rimas y los quieran que imaginen (x3)

(Souchi)
Despertarme cansado agobiado si es lo me ha tocado,
los pasos mal dados bien recordados, poca suerte de mi lado,
algo podría haber arreglado, reacciones tardías eternizando días malos,
hoy sigue raro, la tensión aumenta,
las pulsaciones ya no son tan lentas pero yo llevo mis riendas y aunque me balanceo,
no distorsiono, yo pongo buen tono, háblame de crema no de raperos malos,
una escena que me quema con un modelo,
yo no conecto me pierdo en noches de canciones al viento,
por aki el movimiento no evoluciona en conceptos si no en sampleos cojonudos,
tarde o temprado se determinan si te avecinan,
el mensaje estaquima si estas fuera de tu sitio,
hoy tiras de estética de nombres de los que lamen tu culo
y van de duros hombre por que el hip-hop nos corresponde,
no escapa esa pasta no es realidad solo es pasta,
se maska pero no se traga como esa mierda de los alternativos,
esos chicos siempre llevan tira en los bolsillos,
con chulos modelillos me vienes de guay pero yo se lo que hay
y a la hora de la verdad prefieres kedarte a pencar,
inculcar tus ideas de pestoso y aun que no sea tu salida la violencia,
en el fondo no me llena pero vamos metes leña al que nada enseña,
no me deslumbres dame muestras que el que kiere no apuesta, sabes…

(Coro:) (Morodo)
Que yo no vine MC de alucine, tu siente mis rimas y los quieran que imaginen (x2)

La Yerba Del Rey

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 12:30:09 PDT

Lyrics

Una palmada llega nyahbingi man...
desde la cueva style...
Anda cobra el control
Anda caña al control
La gente tiene el control

Y díganme
que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
no me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su "ley"
El Rasta solo quiere fumarse un "may"
A su play, everyday

Castíguenme
si hago daño a alguien y si no déjenme,
se lo digo claro no lo repetiré,
El Ganya esta bendito por el Dios de Moises,
persigan asesinos y no creyentes.

Si fumo, bien que vienen a por mi..
Si canto "Presidente", vienen a por mi..
Mandan polizontes porque no conviene
que la gente fume y el ganya abra su mente, way

Tengo cosas que decirle
a quienes reniegan de la creación del omnipresente
¿Quien les ha dado el poder para juzgar?
¡Del mismo modo que me juzgan, juzgados serán!

Y díganme
que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
no me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su "ley"
El rasta solo quiere fumarse un "may"
A su play, everyday

Castíguenme
si hago daño a alguien y si no déjenme,
se lo digo claro no lo repetiré,
El Ganya esta bendito por el Dios de Moises,
persigan asesinos y no creyentes.

Siente la tremenda sensación entre pecho y espalda
y como se eleva tu alma.
Es una puerta al jardín de la calma,
si quieres, puedo compartirla.

Siente el poder de la planta santa
como se abalanza por tu garganta
anulando negatividad,
siente la presencia, de su Majestad

Oh Lord!

Siente confusión
manipulación, ejecución, opresión, corrupción
destrucción, discriminación, siente la obsesión
por tener a la nación bajo control

Y después, explícamelo!, quiero saber
que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
no me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su ley
y el Rasta solo quiere fumarse un mínimo al mes!

Que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
no me dejan fumar y me persiguen con su "ley"
El Rasta solo quiere fumarse un "may"
A su play, everyday

Castíguenme
si hago daño a alguien y si no déjenme,
se lo digo ahora no lo repetiré,
El Ganya esta bendito por el Dios de Moises,
persigan asesinos y no creyentes.

Gente de la tierra ,de dios para el hombre
babilon persigue, rasta la esconde
unos solo fuman pa entrar en ambiente
Mientras militares queman montes,
y no me sorprende..

Porque se que hay intereses, desde empresarios a jueces
Funcionarios cobran comisiones ,por poner sanciones,
a los ganyaman's que huyan del "clenque"

Y díganme... Que problema tienen con la yerba del Rey
Y díganme... Que problema tienen con el Ganya
Y díganme... Por que no dejan el paz al Rasta?
Y díganme... Que problema tienen.....

Damian Marley::The Mission

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 07:46:37 PST

Damian Marley::The Mission-Lyrics

From Jungle to Ream
From Tivoli to Matthews Lane
From Waterhouse to Drew land
From Bane land to Declare

A youth and youth if have a plan and have some ambition
And make sure unknot firm in did Armageddon
So when you son become a man, him know just where you stand
Him know him poppa set it so him follow tradition
If Marcus Garvey say if read then why some man ah preen
Cause knowledge ah the key and it wall set the people free
And Hailed I philosophy is African unity
Unna watch dye segregation and social impurity
The race is not just for the swift but those who can endure
Make sure you have a steady footing in ah Zion door
And keep deem thoughts deem pure, Jah love is for the poor
But some likkkle bwoy ah burst some gun dem mooma can't afford
If Jah say blood fi run let Jah will be done
The heaven and the earth will pass away before him word no come
But if 'I'm rise without a cause there will be no reward
For you to enter Zion gates because you are a fraud

For the youths in the struggle
Fighting Guerilla warfare
Somalia to Ethiopia
From Egypt to Zimbabwe

Haile Selassie say ah war if colour is a scar
If one from every nation can come live up an ah par
So don't care who you are there's a brighter morning star
It's shining with di town and tell the people near and far
You seek and you will search with science and research
The flesh it is the temple and the temple is the church
Haile Selassie say fi work so how some man ah lurks
Dem fix upon the cornerside like rubbish heap and dirt
Haile Selassie say ah one respect for every man
No care dey race, no care dey colour nor di religion
So make a decision fi bun di division
Cause each and every rasta youth to trot pon di mission

From Portmore to Kingston
From Kingston to Montego Bay
From Seaview to Riverton
Come and hundred proclaim

From Jungle to Rema
From Tivoli to Matthews Lane
From Southside to Telaville
From Iraq to USA

From Waterhouse to Drewsland
Baneland to Delacre

Portmore, kingston to boom.

Capleton::Jah Jah City

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 07:41:50 PST

Capleton::Jah Jah City-Lyrics

Jah Jah city Jah Jah town
dem waan fi turn it in a cow bwoy town now....

And I seh Ini promote to di highest level
(you better know)
So lets burn dis evil concept
cah we ah seh dis is a destruction to di humanity
so we ah seh
(you better know)
Wanna watch out now
oy
check dis Jah!

[Chorus:]
Jah Jah city, Jah Jah town
dem waan fi turn it in'a cow bwoy town now
unno look yah now
Jah Jah city, Jah Jah town
dem waan fi turn in'a dead man town now
unno look yah now

[Verse 1]
Well Mr. John Crow draw coffin John Brown
we nuh waan no more dead ina town
Mr. Happy got so lucky trigger happy yow
we no waan no more dead body
well Mr. Joe kill quick, we nuh waan no more hit
we nuh waan no more grave an we waan no more casket
well life we promote which is righteousness
Sadam get a lick!
Unno look yah now!

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Dem ah tell me how dem cold
Big forty five
fi shoot down dem brother mold
nuff ah dem seh dem cold like a body north pole
so dem shoot down di young, shoot down di old
shoot down di puss an di dog an di fool
Every weekend dem tek a next payroll
out of man pocket dem shoot out billfold
Dis Marcus Garvey nuff a head haffi go roll
look yah now

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Dem think dem reach di ultimate, yow
but dem reach nowhere yet, oy
dem get caught in in a internet
and society a tell dem dem a intellect
dem promote too much dead
Unno look yah now

[Repeat Chorus]

Ten miles outta di city oy
it ah go get too shitty
warn Mr. John and me go warn Ms. Mitty
warn all di shottah an me go warn all die hitty
nuff a dem seh kill man without pity
Wrong kind of sip me all ah ketch dem ah sippy
True dem licky licky, dem sicky
Rastafari judgement will slew all, yo!

[Repeat Chorus]

Ayyyy...

Send me go trod down ina di east
tell dem fi hold di peace
we nuh waan no more coffin, we nuh waan no more hit
Well life we ah promote fi mek de ghetto youth see't
Life is wha we wish
Unno watch out now

[Repeat Chorus]

Bloody, Bloody....

Broadway

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 13:55:38 PDT

Lyrics

I am di mack of all macks di gal dem know mi as di great
Mr. Lover Lover bedroom heavyweight
Spot mi pon di corna excitement create
She want a date, go hold a numba and go wait
Watch how di gal dem line up through mi gate
Mi a di man di only one di gal dem man hate
While di spouse inna di house woman gyrate
Just becau di lover bed wuk up to date
Cho! I'm di man fi mek yuh gal cycle late
Cho! I'm di man fi mek dem caan concentrate
Cho! I'm di man fi tun di lesbian straight
Cho! Respect is hight than di Empire State

[Chorus:]
Sample of Broader Than Broadway by Barrington Levy (Shaggy)
I'm broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway (That's right)
Yes Im broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway (Later on later on later on)
Shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble double double

[Verse 2: Shaggy]

Sharon she have di tinglin feelin
She call up Mr. Lover wid di sexual healin
Yuh know she nearly come down when she see weh mi wheelin
Before mi even ask she fling har foot to di ceilin
Uh! Di woman body appealin
She nah go mek it send before she look seh we dealin
She even tell mi seh har man nuh flex wid di healin
Well I would do di wuk while dem come chatin yuh kneelin, come on!

[Chorus:]
Sample of Broader Than Broadway by Barrington Levy (Shaggy)
I'm broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway (Broad)
Yes Im broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway (Yeah)
I'm broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway (That's right)
Yes Im broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway (Shaggy!)
Shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble double double

[Bridge: Shaggy]
Uh! I'm broader than broadway, let's do it di yard way
Di woman dem waan it di hard way (Yeah yeah)
I'm broader than broadway, let's do it di yard way
Di woman dem waan it di hard way (They waan it di hard way)
I'm broader than broadway, let's do it di yard way
Di woman dem waan it di hard way (Give dem di yard way)
I'm broader than broadway, let's do it di yard way
Di woman dem waan it di hard way

[Chorus:]
Sample of Broader Than Broadway by Barrington Levy (Shaggy)
I'm broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway (Seh wah!)
Yes Im broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway
I'm broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway (Right back a Flatbush)
Yes Im broad, I'm broad, I'm broader than broadway
Shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble shouble double double

Sticky ::

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Sun, 17 May 2009 08:43:26 PDT

Lyrics

[Intro:]
Oh yeahhhhhhh!
Jah Jah we pray,
Yep yep yep yep yep yeah

[Chorus:]
Father we seek your blessing
Everyday our children cry,
Although some of us are missing
Restore life up for I and I
Father we seek your blessing
Everyday our children cry,
Although some of us are missing
Restore life up for I and I

[Verse 1:]
It no pretty out deh, yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Sticky sticky out deh, yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Slippery slippery out deh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Some fool a trick wi out deh, woah.
Whole heap a duppy out deh (duppy all day)
It regular dutty out deh (dutty all day)
How some guy a get smutty out deh (smutty all day)
King Rastafari, King Rastafari, King Rastafari, King Rastafari
Protect we out deh
Never left wi out deh no no no no

[Chorus:]
Father we seek your blessing
Everyday our children cry,
Although some of us are missing
Restore life up for I and I
Father we seek your blessing
Everyday our children cry,
Although some of us are missing
Restore life up for I and I

[Verse 2:]
Many a times our heart grieve,
To si di tings babylon have up dem sleeve
Equal rights and justice every ghetto youths need no
Don't let it slow you baby
For I find it hard day to day
Oh what a struggle inna di rubble
There's no get away(there's no get away)
No No NO,
No No NO (there's no get away)

[Chorus:]
Father we seek your blessing
Everyday our children cry,
Although some of us are missing
Restore life up for I and I
Father we seek your blessing
Everyday our children cry,
Although some of us are missing
Restore life up for I and I

[Verse 3:]
Father we pray from night to day
So accept life and let it stay
It no pretty out deh, yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Sticky sticky out deh, yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Slippery slippery out deh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Some fool a trick wi out deh woah

[Chorus:]
Father we seek your blessing
Everyday our children cry,
Although some of us are missing
Restore life up for I and I
Father we seek your blessing
Everyday our children cry,
Although some of us are missing
Restore life up for I and I

Green Camouflage

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Fri, 15 May 2009 07:58:09 PDT

Lyrics

Gimme de green camouflage for my peace march
Green camouflage. We'll be unarmed

Gimme de green camouflage
For my peace march
Green camouflage.
We'll be unarmed.

Soldiers fighting in big cities,
Taking out the innocent and the guilty
They no longer need to blend into the trees.
They're hiding in the streets. Oh my gosh!
Trying to desensitize me, on the TV
With their vision of brutality,
Trying to shallow my concience
With defensive statements

Still they say
No camouflage, they say no camouflage
No camouflage, they say no camouflage

Gimme de green camouflage for my peace march
Green camouflage. We'll be unarmed

Camouflage is in fashion. They must've thought
The war was over for America. I tell dem
They don't need de green no more
Searching for the enemy door to door
I wear my camouflage in Jamaica.
It makes me feel like a soldier in Jah army
In Barbados, there're the most peaceful people I know
Still de camo pon embargo

Still they say
No camouflage, they say no camouflage,
no camouflage, they say no camouflage

Gimme de green camouflage for my peace march
Green camouflage. We'll be unarmed

Beautiful Lady

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Fri, 15 May 2009 07:03:42 PDT

Lyrics

Yeahhhh
Ohhhhh
Yeahhhhh
Ohhhhh No No No No
I just want you to know [x2]
Yeahhh

Sta na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na

Just the otha day
Said I ran into this beautiful lady
She asked me my name
And I told her it's Gyptian
Immeadiately she said
Boy I gotta give you sumtin' from her body
And I said Baby quickly
She said don't want you to tell nobody
Dat I gave it to you so easy
I said Wit me baby ya don't need to worry

[x2:]
She said Ohh and Ahh
She never felt so right
I said Yes my baby
Bring it on me tonite

Woman of my dreams
You have become reality
Part of my subconsciousness
And my immortality
I'm the happiest man in the world
Because I have you for my girl
And I promise you my baby
I'm gonna take you on tours around the world
Yeah baby

[x2:]
She said Ohh and Ahh
She never felt so right
I said Yes my baby
Bring it on me tonite

Just the otha day
Said I ran into this beautiful lady
She asked me my name
And I told her it's Gyptian
Immeadiately she said
Boy I gotta give you sumtin' from her body
And I said Baby quickly
She said don't want you to tell nobody
Dat I gave it to you so easy
I said Wit me baby ya don't need to worry

She said Ohhh
Never felt so right
I said Yeahhh yeahh yeahh yeahh
Bring it on Gyptian tonite

Ohhhhh ohhhh ahh ohhhh
Yeahhh [til fade]

03 Bonnie & Clyde

aiversson21@hotmail.com — Thu, 14 May 2009 14:44:52 PDT

Lyrics

Spoken:

Uhh uhh uhh
You ready B? Let's go get 'em...

Look for me
Young B
Cruisin' down the westside highway
Doin' what we like to do our way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin' the gas, she's grabbin' the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides wit me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is durin' "Sex and the City"
She gets Carrie feva, but soon as the show's ova
She's right back to being my souljah
Cuz mami's a rida, and I'm a rolla
Put us togetha, how they gon' stop both us?
Whateva she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin' me focused
So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B, holla

Chorus:

Jay-Z: All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my
Girlfriend)
Beyonce: Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend (me and My
boyfriend)
Jay-Z: All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend (me and my
Girlfriend)
Beyonce: Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend (me and My
boyfriend)

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin'
Wit the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin'
That ain't 'bout nuttin' - if eva you mad about sunntin'
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin' this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work wit the kid
I keep you workin' that Hermes Birkin bag
Manolo Blahnik Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Hercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep!

Repeat Chorus

Jay-Z:

(Talk to 'em B)

Beyonce:

If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that somebody was me
Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
(take 'em up top)
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothin' will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend (one more time)
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

Repeat Chorus