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Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise (feat. L.V.) [Music Video]
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/TheCollection_Coolio Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: [Verse 1: Coolio] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left ‘Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin' Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke Fool, I'm the kinda G that little homies wanna be like On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the street light [Hook 1: LV] Been spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise Been spending most their lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise [Verse 2: Coolio] Look at the situation they got me facin' I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street So I gotta be down with the hood team Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams I'm a educated fool with money on my mind Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger And my homies are down, so don't arouse my anger Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say? I'm 23 now, will I live to see 24? The way things is going I don't know [Hook 2: LV] Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me? [Hook 1] Been spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise Been spending most their lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise [Verse 3: Coolio] Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody's running, but half of them ain't lookin' It's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin' They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me If they can't understand it, how can they reach me? I guess they can't, I guess they won't I guess they front; that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool! [Hook 1] Been spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise Been spending most their lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise We keep spending most our lives Livin' in a gangsta's paradise [Hook 2] Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me? Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me?
Views: 75356710 Tommy Boy
Method Man - Straight Gutta (feat. Redman, Hanz On, Streetlife) [Official Music Video]
 
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Method Man - The Meth Lab Deluxe Fan Bundles & Merch https://methodman.bandcamp.com/ Vinyl http://amzn.com/B010B79A66 Digital http://smarturl.it/themethlabalbum Director: The Last American Bboy Song Producer: Ron Browz Video Producer: Hanz On Music Video Production House: Monstar Films Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content - https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature. Most recently the label has released albums from Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch, Method Man, Sadat X, Nina Sky, Christian Tiger School, Jamar Rogers, OCAD, Marcos Carnaval, Pants Velour, Saint Ballantine, G-MiM$, Annalie Prime, Soul Khan, Township Rebellion, Oxymorrons & Amanda Holley. https://www.facebook.com/TommyBoyEntertainment https://twitter.com/TommyBoyEnt http://soundcloud.com/tommy-boy-1 Instagram: @TommYBoYEntertainment
Views: 10133856 Tommy Boy
Everlast - What it's Like (Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/WhiteyFordSingsBlues Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you fu**in' slob," is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues (Hook) Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love He said, "don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of." But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls And she swear, "goddamn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls" And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door. They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose (Hook) I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win and a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times Before I broke their heart You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it comes that way at least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Views: 5508786 Tommy Boy
Method Man - The Purple Tape (feat. Raekwon, Inspectah Deck) [Official Music Video]
 
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Method Man - The Meth Lab Deluxe Fan Bundles & Merch https://methodman.bandcamp.com/ Vinyl http://amzn.com/B010B79A66 Digital http://smarturl.it/themethlabalbum Video Directed by the Last American B-Boy Track Produced by J57 Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content - https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature. Most recently the label has released albums from Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch, Method Man, Sadat X, Nina Sky, Christian Tiger School, Jamar Rogers, OCAD, Marcos Carnaval, Pants Velour, Saint Ballantine, G-MiM$, Annalie Prime, Soul Khan, Township Rebellion, Oxymorrons & Amanda Holley. https://www.facebook.com/TommyBoyEntertainment https://twitter.com/TommyBoyEnt http://soundcloud.com/tommy-boy-1 Instagram: @TommYBoYEntertainment
Views: 2972765 Tommy Boy
Everlast - What It's Like
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/WhiteyFordSingsBlues Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in comments! Lyrics: We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you fucking slob, " is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love He said, "don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of." But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls And she swear, "god damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls" And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win and a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times Before I broke their heart You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it comes that way at least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Views: 1888806 Tommy Boy
De La Soul - All Good (feat. Chaka Khan) [Music Video]
 
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https://delasoul.bandcamp.com/ Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh Ooh no-ohh, no-ohh (Hook) [x2] It ain't all good and that's the truth Thangs ain't goin' like you think they should it's all on you I don't care about what you think you see The thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been through and paid my dues Can't change how you feel, 'cause it's all on you-whoahhha-ohh-yeah I wish that, you could be a little bit more upfront Weigh the situation how you want right The lovin' that you claim is just a four letter word The third letter's invitin' so visualize the verb You curve thoughtways when you're handlin' the candleabra So you sittin' on the baby grand Transmittin' like you're made of man But you paint a funny face like a chick When I see you I'ma tell you quick that (Hook) I can't believe we built this large pizza pie together no pepperoni Yeah, you wanted extra cheese, sometimes I gave you extras How we divided slices like the Red Sea theory I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn zapora Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror But my microscope couldn't see or cope with that I had to bolt from that, and left you dead in the sea It's better for me, I'm satisfied with reppin' for D We were certified hot, then dropped to lukewarm Now we back up in the spot, claimin' never been gone N***** who cut us off, wanna reattach us now (Them girls who brushed us off, say they want some numbers to dial) Yeah, I give that a** a number and some lumber to pile Now catch a curve from my kick (Or show me lovin' by brick) So stick to the same plan, don't come shakin' my hand Like we peeps, it ain't beef but be sure to understand Between us (Hook) You see them kids be schemin' on what we done copped (Always out there schemin') They steady fiendin' for the moment they can get us off the block (Why they always fiendin'?) Your people might have your back But you need to watch your front Indeed, ain't nothin' guaranteed (That's the truth, things ain't goin' like you think they should) A lot say they wanna walk in my size 10's Aight then, here's a pair Lace 'em up tight then you might feel what was dealt to me You see ain't no young boys up in here, keep a clear head Tryin' to keep my pockets on stuffed like deer heads Upon the wall, so all the gall we get from y'all don't faze So mind your biz and walk away 'Cause I'm never gonna let you up inside my maze I don't care about what you think you see The thangs you want to know when you look at me God knows I done been there and paid my dues I can't change how you feel, 'cause it's all, on you-whoahha-ohh (Hook)
Views: 1228285 Tommy Boy
House of Pain - Jump Around (Music Video)
 
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Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: The house of pain is in effect ya'll The house of pain is in effect You know the house of pain is in effect And anyone that steps up is gettin' wrecked Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (17X) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (17X) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (33X) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe..DeBerg..Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk!
Views: 10967867 Tommy Boy
Method Man - The Meth Lab (feat. Hanz On & Streetlife) [Official Music Video]
 
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Method Man - The Meth Lab Deluxe Fan Bundles & Merch https://methodman.bandcamp.com/ Vinyl http://amzn.com/B010B79A66 Digital http://smarturl.it/themethlabalbum Method Man - The Meth Lab (feat. Hanz On & Streetlife) [Official Music Video] Song Produced by: Cee The Architek Video Directed by: Taya Simmons & Devin Gibson Production Company: Monstar Films Album out 8.21.15 Hanz On Music/Tommy Boy Ent. Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content -https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature. Most recently the label has released albums from Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch, Method Man, Sadat X, Nina Sky, Christian Tiger School, Jamar Rogers, OCAD, Marcos Carnaval, Pants Velour, Saint Ballantine, G-MiM$, Annalie Prime, Soul Khan, Township Rebellion, Oxymorrons & Amanda Holley. https://www.facebook.com/TommyBoyEntertainment https://twitter.com/TommyBoyEnt http://soundcloud.com/tommy-boy-1 Instagram: @TommYBoYEntertainment
Views: 1780492 Tommy Boy
Naughty by Nature - Feel Me Flow (Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/RhinoHiFive-Naughty Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Lyrics: You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric lyrically splitting dismissing I'm on a mission of just hitting now it's written and kitten hitting wit mittens I'm missing wishing man listen I glisten like sun and water while fishing. Bust the move and then swerve Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word Damn, you nerd man, you heard Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching Over fixin's that ain't fitting to be hitting. On nothing splitting things that's bitten And getting written off Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off Before you even started so what So long see you fly by my try how else Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow The flow pro poetical with skills only A vet'll know better know where's The wetter flow that's on point like Decimals manhandling new crews Partying with the Zoo Crew Looking for the pink in poo poo. I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina Jamming ta while we planning ta jam We bust plus we're the party Amateur damager managing damaging mics Men and even mannequins. You're a fan again now I want to know whose the man again? Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho The way I show you pray I flow Steady breaking to the boogie so bang time To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat The beat the break into boogie Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies All we want to know is if your body want to party It's 'nough poo tang tang for everybody So hip up and split up get up Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. Shakes shows until they fizz up Rizz up like your with us if not zip up You lip up whip up. Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones We come back cause we heard Hip hop needed another anthem Black like Noah in fact and for ya If we was back in the days with the Drifters We would've been known as the Flowers Bevin these since the seventies Find me so we went crazy in the eighties So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow So here we go now, Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow
Views: 1534416 Tommy Boy
Digital Underground - Same Song (feat. 2Pac) [Music Video]
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/BestOfDigital_Under Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Lyrics: [Hook x2] All around the world, same song All all around the world same song [Shock G] I came for the party to get naughty, get my rocks on Eat popcorn, watch you move your body to the pop song That I'm singing, dinga-linging, funky beats ringing Everybody's swinging in the place As I kick the J-A-Z-Z-Y style R&B mixing it with the hip hop swing beat Champagne in my hand, it won't be long till I'm gone It's just the same old song [Humpty Hump] It's just a freestyle, meanwhile, we keep the beat kickin Sweat dripping, girlies in the limo eatin chicken Oops don't get the grease on your pantyhose I love ya Rover, move over, I gotta blow my nose Sneezing, but still I'm pleasin to all the slimmies Pull out my jimmie, time to get busy wit a Jenny If it's good and plenty, dont you know There I go, there I go, there I go But I dont go nowhere without my jim hat If I'm rapping, cause she's clapping Then I'm strapping cause I'm smarter than that Then girlie maybe we can get along Cutie after cutie, it's just the same old song [Hook x3] [Money B] Money B, the freaky deaky, the sqeaky meaky up and down As a matter of fact ill be right back I gotta take a leak So I'm drainin entertainin, but I got fame And the bases I touch too much for me tryin to be namin Aiyyo, you saw me on cable and grinned I busted in and I was Gone With The Wind Clark Gable back in Oakland its the same old song Sport these shorties, same freckles and hat Drinkin the same 40's [Humpty Hump] Hypothetical, political, lyrical, miracle whip Just like butter, my rhymes are legit Cause I'm the humpty. Not humpty dumpty, but humpty hump Here a hump, there a hump, everywhere a hump [Shock G] Ah shut up and just listen Not dissin dont get me wrong But to me its just the same old song So just watch, my name is Shock, and I like to rock And you can't stop this 2Pac go ahead and rock this [2Pac] Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground Girls used to frown, say I'm down, when I come around Gas me and when they pass me they use to diss me Harrass me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me Get some fame, people change, wanna live they life high Same song, can't go wrong, if I play the nice guy (Claimin' fame, must have changed, now that we became strong) I remain, still the same (why Tu'?) cause it's the same song [Hook x3]
Views: 1488588 Tommy Boy
Naughty By Nature - Mourn You Till I Join You (Official Music Video)
 
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Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Originally released October 28, 1997 Lyrics: [Voice - 2Pac] It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat [Treach] Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot Over the past year a lot of soldiers went pop drop So I thank you for my life and all that I got I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture I miss ya Puttin' h*** with the w*** wit a mixture of liquor We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the thing I can't figure Homie I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha' It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down Don't even seem like 7 years passed Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene You did the humpty with D.U. I did the walk wit the queen Was a dream smokin and drinkin' through our per diem Stealin' backstage passes to hit chicks and coliseums Found those to flip up make them lift they hips up Get it then get up looking to chicks up and switch up Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you Just know I'm gon' mourn you till I join you [Chorus] (×2) Ashes to ashes and dust to dust I hope you here me now in god we trust Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us I'll mourn you til I join you cause i'll keep in touch [Treach] We was two lil riders both skinny and broke Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news You was over in New York to film this movie called Juice Called you back up you told me pack up Me and you and Stretch could shack up The thug luv back up the act up Shock, Hakeem and ain't true would call and fuss cause they know we all kicked up dust You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our RACE You beat his a** then you spit in his face I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin' That's when every piece of b** I was rolling was stolen We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and limos Youse a wild homie brotha who could never sit still Said you wouldn't rest until you seen a mill Homie I felt you We was back an' forth borough to projects for forts Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York Shhh and can't nobody dis my brotha Never mind that I miss my brotha I'm a mourn you til I join you [Spoken] You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya I'm gonna keep your name on the streets [Chorus] (×2) [Treach] I'm ya true muggin brotha thug nation alert Keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt This here hurt cause we went from poor to rich You're supposed to see a lot more than this They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again We WOULD HEAR ah-ha rapist they shout Ya'll was talkin things that ya'll didn't know a damn thang bout You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed Ain't never take no shit and 2Pac never took no back Forget the press forget the world life goes on when you die Forget the court forget the judge and every trick that lied A little time ticked by, my lady and I got rocked My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot Soon as I get there I find Afeni urging' me Saying convince my baby, don't leave after surgery So I'm lookin in her eyes while they walkin me through Thinkin Pac hard head what the hell I'ma do So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need You say a pound for comin partner and a hit of some w**** So I asked you not to go over and over god knows You just smiled and said homie help me get on my clothes So we got over that, you healed up got locked I dropped case about lights, they had you caged when I stopped Yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link They messed up by givin' you too much time to think I remember your release and we met up in l.a At the billiard getting blazed Henny'd out with the hay After that you blew up a made playa platinum plus Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs Now we in these savage ages Even you yourself predicted that last night in vegas I heard gats were brandished, my homie once again damaged And a part of this heart right here in Venice At the same time you was both loved and feared M.O.B. the thuggin' thug of the year I'm a mourn you til I join you [Chorus] (×2) [Everybody] We'll mourn - that's what we'll do We'll mourn - till we're with you
Views: 159680 Tommy Boy
De La Soul - Stakes is High (Music Video)
 
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https://delasoul.bandcamp.com/ Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high The Instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets Gun control means using both hands in my land Where it's all about the cautious livin' Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable, Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable. I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses I'm sick of talkin' about blunts, Sick of Versace glasses, Sick of slang, Sick of half-ass awards shows, Sick of name brand clothes. Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks, Cocaine and crack Which brings sickness to blacks, Sick of swoll head rappers With their sicker-than raps Clappers and gats Makin' the whole sick world collapse The facts are gettin' sick Even sicker perhaps Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out Let me tell you what it's all about A skin not considered equal A meteor has more right than my people Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated Stakes is high (Higher than high) You know them stakes is high (Higher than high) When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes, vibrations) Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high When we dealin' with the (Vibes, vibrations) Stakes is high (Hey yo, what about that love?) Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid We living in them days of the man-made ways Where every aspect is vivid, these brothers no longer talk shit Hey yo, these niggas live it 'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone Plug One translating the zone No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say? I say G's are making figures at a high regard And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd Investing in fantasies and not God Welcome to reality, see times is hard People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars See, shit like that will make your mama cry Better watch the way you spend it 'Cause the stakes is high You know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes, vibrations) Stakes is high I think that smiling in public is against the law 'Cause love don't get you through life no more It's who you know and "How you, son?" And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti But they ain't organized! Mixing crimes with life enzymes Taking the big scout route And niggas know doubt better Than they know their daughters And their sons (Oh boy) Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain Positive contact just like my main man Who got others cleaning up his physical influence His mind got congested He got the nine and blew it Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody's neighbors Just animals surviving with that animal behavior Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky Experiments when needles and skin connect No wonder where we live is called the projects When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do Anything to get the piece of the pie Electrify Even die for the cash But at last I be out even though you wantin' more This issue is closed like an elevator door But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the Stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes, vibrations) Stakes is high Stakes is high, come on
Views: 163919 Tommy Boy
De La Soul - Breakadawn (Music Video)
 
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https://delasoul.bandcamp.com/ Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Ah one two, ah one two [Breakadawn, breakadawn Ah one two, ah one two] x6 I was born in the Boogie Down catscan Where my building fell down on the rats and People sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile) While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle My father's clean not mean my mind is clear when I transmit I am the man-ner of the family cuz the pants fit I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay, wanna say Salutations to the nation of the Nubians We bout to place you in that 3 Feet of stew again I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm I gotta +Hey Love+ all the honies cause they're short term Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it So get your butt out the sling, I stung Muhammad float a note That means I'm def, so like the autographs you sign until the ["Breakadawn, breakadawn" Ah one two, ah one two] x4 Ayo groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer Wave the eighteen mill', eat a still Sack or bag of troubles, make the single double Loop the coin and join the minimum wage I had a plan if I was the man, I'd throw the J Lay it low and late night I get sessed Uncondition my ways, of the everyday sunset Wagin my days, to the one bet Cause your breaks'll have the carrot of cakes, whether mine Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder Cause the days of the breaks, be just about over The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here I keep it to the rear, and then I'm EXPLODING I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi I got the flea up in the name "ah one two, ah one two" Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others Latchin on to when I caught the fame "ah one two, ah one two" Pass the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my friend I tell you Jungle Brothers +On the Run+ "ah one two, ah one two" I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry Believe the Genesis like Phil with stills mean that I'm def So like the autographs you sign until the ["Breakadawn, breakadawn" Ah one two, ah one two] x4 We in the mornin at the end, but in the end I be the is Cause in the mix, man, it's alright Momma got the rhythm to my daylife My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves To the Long I laid the anchor in the 'Ville And how I relate, the same side of my gates Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero degrees And the weather feels fine You opened my eyes man, thought I had a man But how could I eye scan, I wasn't around I seen the states and played the dates in the far-far Gathered the new, from the zoas around Grew up with Mikey Rodes and played the codes Sometimes I don't budge, without my cous' Fuzz/fuzz A simple, "How ya do?" Ah check it from my friends and my crew Makes it definitely special Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough I got the huff, and puff, to blow the house low You know the never ending factor while I'm over, tell a squid I know an Enterprising brother, so report to the bridge I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right (Cause a squid is just a punk) Yo he deserved to lose the fight I might meander 'cross your dream, travellin up the stream Plug Wonder Wonder Why you're lonely tonight We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by the live shell Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel Motel, holiday, inn-fact! I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul Is sure to show you we will hit the charter harder Than the normal rappin fool "ah one two, ah one two"
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Ghostface Killah - The Battlefield (feat. Kool G Rap, AZ & Tre Williams)
 
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Abhi The Nomad - Sex n' Drugs (Feat. Harrison Sands & Copper King) [Lyric Video]
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/marbled Connect Abhi The Nomad: https://soundcloud.com/abhithenomad https://www.youtube.com/abhithenomad https://www.instagram.com/abhithenomad/ https://twitter.com/abhi_thenomad https://www.facebook.com/abhithenomad Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content - https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Lyrics: I need my Sex n Drugs I need my money first Bless me with all my sins I need my Sex n Drugs I need my money, money Bless me with all my sins Sex & Drugs I wanna be just like you Smoke, drink and have sex like you Think things and never see them through so Don’t get it twisted I wanna be just as cool Big watch and a gold ice cube Spend big and never pay my dues so Don’t get it twisted Born faceless Please save me My souls tainted It’s how I’ve been born I’ve worn patience Please save me I’m more tasteful Than ever before I need my Sex n Drugs I need my money first Bless me with all my sins I need my Sex n Drugs I need my money, money Bless me with all my sins Never seen so many people I didn’t like Never met so many women that weren't my type Never wanted to wash my hands from all the shakes I’ve come to sleep with all the shadows cause my sheets are full of shade now I mean I’ve always been the nice guy I mean I always played the stooge I guess I always kept the beast wide I’m at war inside Surface I’m cucumber cool Born faceless Please save me My souls tainted It’s how I’ve been born I’ve worn patience Please save me I’m more tasteful Than ever before Sex and drugs (x2) I need my Sex n Drugs I need my money first Bless me with all my sins I need my Sex n Drugs I need my money, money Bless me with all my sins
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Club Nouveau - Why You Treat Me So Bad
 
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Download/Stream: http://hyperurl.co/Life_Love-Pain Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Why you treat me so bad Why you treat me so bad Why you treat me so bad Why you treat me so bad Why you treat me so bad Oh girl, I loved you but you turned and you walked away I would love you for tomorrow though I know I do today Told me that you'd never hurt me, girl, you just tore my life apart Tell me baby, why'd you do it, won't you bring me back my heart I tried to understand it baby, I searched my heart inside my mind I searched the depths of my soul, baby There was nothing there to find You told me that you'd never leave me Girl, you just went and told a lie Tell me baby, why'd you do it, why'd you make me want to cry Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why baby Why you treat me so bad, why you do me the way you do Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why baby Why you treat me so bad Why you treat me so bad, baby Boy, just let me tell you how I really and truly feel You know that I have doubts and issues But now I'm gonna tell you the deal You tell me that I always hurt ya, I don't know what ya talkin' 'bout Tried to love you, tried to hold you, but you always seemed to doubt You told me that you didn't trust me And you didn't want me around Show somebody else your interest, now you walk around with a frown Sorry that you say I hurt you, but you know you hurt me too I'm begging you baby, I need you back Because I'm still in love with you Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why baby Why you treat me so bad, why you do me the way you do Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why baby Why you treat me so bad Why you treat me so bad, baby I sit here all alone just thinkin' how our love could be But everytime I call you up, you won't talk on the phone with me I just don't know if I can take it, girl, you make me cop a plea You got me begging for your lovin', can't you see it's killing me I just don't understand you baby, after all I've done for you You know we've both done through some changes Now you say your love is true Boy, you know how much I loved you, now I guess my heart has changed Don't beg me baby, can't take you back, I've found myself another man Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why baby Why you treat me so bad, why you do me the way you do Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why baby Why you treat me so bad Why you treat me so bad, baby Oh girl, I don't know Why you treat me so bad Do what's right, yeah Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why, baby Why you treat me so bad, I don't know Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why, baby Why you treat me so bad, why you treat me so bad Why you treat me so bad, I don't know why, baby Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content - https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature.
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Naughty by Nature - O.P.P. (Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/Naughty_byNature Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Arm me with harmony Dave, drop a load on 'em O.P.P., how can I explain it I'll take it frame by frame it To have y'all all jumping, shouting, saying it O is for other, P is for peoples', scratch your temple The last P, well that's not that simple It's sort of like, well, another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missing here You get on occasion if the other party isn't gaming It seems I gotta start the explaining, bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number and then left feeling real mellow You get home, wait a day she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it’s her girlfriend’s or her cousin’s house?! It’s not a front, a F to the R to the O to the N to the T; It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Oh that’s why she’s scary) It's OPP, time other people's what you get it There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm getting at Who think it's wrong cause I was splitting and co-hitting that Well if you do, that's O.P.P. and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) [x3] Who’s down with O.P.P.? (Every last homey) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) [x3] Who’s down with O.P.P.? (All the homies) Well, for the ladies O.P.P. means something different The first two letters' the same but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean, I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhyming with "cleanness" or "meanness" I won't get into that, I'll do it ah sorta properly I'll say the last P hmmm stands for property Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me Now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who had another like a girl or wife And you just had to stop a toast cause he looked just that nice? You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away He had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway! You couldn't be seen with him at all and still you didn't care Cause in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there When y'all are finished, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And then y'all could throw that skeleton bone right in the closet do'. Now don't be shocked cause if you're down I want your hands up high Say O.P.P. (O.P.P.) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me!) [x3] Who’s down with O.P.P.? (Every last lady!) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me!) [x3] Who’s down with O.P.P.? (All the ladies!) A scab tried to O.P.P. me I had a girl and she knew that. Matter-of-fact her and my girl was partners that Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment Bust it That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling Cause after that she kept on coming back and catching feelings I said, "Let's go, my girl is coming so you gotta leave." She said, "Oh no, I love you, Treach!" I said, "Now, child, please! "You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go!" I said, "Now look you chooses stairs or chooses the window This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have brought your heart Cause you know I was OPP, hell from the very start!" Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round running off at the mouth That's rule number one in this O.P.P. establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him! Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta O.P.P. messing with Him or her for sure ain't going to admit it When O.P.P. comes, damn skippy I'm with it You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me!) [x3] Who’s down with O.P.P.? (This whole party!) [x2]
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Ghostface Killah - Blood In the Streets (feat. AZ)
 
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Naughty by Nature - Hip Hop Hooray (Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - https://apple.co/2LDXivM Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho You drew a picture of my morning But you couldn't make my day (Hey!) I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you never look my way (Hey!) I'm licking down your darlin' In every single way (Hey!) Your funny flow is foreign And a green card's on the way This ain't got s*** to do with shampoo, but watch your head n shoulder Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I told ya A raid afraid of what I made and played it, plus a funky fit So save your flips and tricks for that music and the monkey bit Triggers from the Grilltown Illtown Some ask how it feels now The deal is that we're real so we're still 'round Don't lamp with a freestyle phantom, ain't trying to be handsome Shrinking what you're thinking cause I'm vamping I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to hip-hop so Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground Being low down I do the showdown with any little ho round, no! I wanna know who you're believing, through your funny reasons Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin' You said, "I know you, Mr. O.P.P. man Yo PP man, won't only see me man" You should've known when I ain't hit it and step That I was wit' it a bit not to consider the rep, heck! I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker Cause I'm Naughty by Nature, not cause I hate ya! You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart And forgot that I forgave when you had a spark You try to act like something really big is missing Even though my name's graffiti Written on Ya Kitten I love black women always and disrespect ain't the way Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray! There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's tip-top today Swerve what ya heard cause I ain't bailing no hay Ain't chopping no crops, but still growing every day Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found From the underground town down the hill Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found Don't know me don't come around Tippy tippy (pause) tippy tippy (pause) Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up Your styles are older than Lou Rawls Peace to this one and that one and them That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend Fools get foolish, neither them or Parker Lewis knew us You could have crews with shoes and can't step to us Some kitties purr, now call me sir too Looking for her crew Any trick that diss gets a curfew I put on projects for boots, step through troops and leave proof My problem solver's name is Mook I hitting woodies in a hoody Peace to Josette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood G That's right, my fight is ill Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill I live and die for Hip Hop This is Hip Hop of today I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray, hey, ho, smooth it out now
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Ghostface Killah - Double Cross (feat. AZ)
 
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Ghostface Killah - Love Don't Live Here No More (feat. Kandace Springs)
 
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De La Soul - Eye Know (Official Music Video)
 
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https://delasoul.bandcamp.com/ Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about correction in the comments! POS: Greetings, girl, and welcome to my world of phrase I'm right up to bat It's a Daisy Age and you're about to walk top-stage So wipe your Lottos on the mat Hip-hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz your Involvements before the sun But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport And who's better for this than Plug One Now you don't have to worry about me squashin' other deals 'Cause they've already been squooshed Freeze a frame about moods the same which we can continue Right behind the bush You'll stay with me Eye Know this But not because of all my earthly treasures Or regardless to the fact that I'm Posdnuos But because (Eye know Eye love you better) DOVE: May I cut this dance to introduce myself as The chosen one to speak Let me lay my hand across yours And aim a kiss upon your cheek They name's Plug Two And from the soul I bring you The Daisy of your choice May it be filled with the pleasure principle In circumference to my voice About those other Jennys I reckoned with Lost them all like a homework excuse This time the Magic Number is two 'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce My destiny of love is brought to an apex Sex is a mere molecule In this world of love that I have for you It's true
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ONYX & Wu-Tang Clan - The Worst (Official Music Video)
 
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Enjoy the lyrics. [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time Play the mall, starin at your bird of all sunshine Watch my shit shift, niggas in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, don't even ask pa, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin with a rich cat My shit bad, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin down on thirty bricks, niggas is with that Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle Bitch math is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code 'Rique, suitcase money, stow heat Rock Navi's though, hundred dollar bags valet That nigga crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley [Verse 2: Fredro Starr, X-1] Yo the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless Whips are spotless, chrome rims spend obnoxious You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss X-1 wild out, and make you watch this 'til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets Bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest' Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest I toss the heat from across the street Fly you up off your feet, you die livin soft and sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine Expose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time Lookin at death, holdin your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin your set Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your goin in debt I'm goin for broke, I'm blowin out smoke, you catch a stroke Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red X-Milli-1, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form Bringin' the storm, forseein' you warned Nuttin keepin' me calm but heat in my palm Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park [Chorus: Sample] [Verse 3: Sonny Seeza] Steel master, grab half the cash fast and bash And splash yo' class, mash your staff, What?! Nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch Get murked, you front in the wrong circle punk! Mack clever niggas dat regulate Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off smash Pull fast for your stash Long as the war last, foot up in your ass Tryin to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap [Verse 4: Killa Sin] Yo; we be the mainstream Supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends Number one love for thugs queens schemin on cream My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars Killa Sin known for makin niggas reach for the stars The terrorist lyricist in the midst of the abyss We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid? [Chorus: Sample] [Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz, Method Man] Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat? It’s John John. Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back? I got your back cousin. I got the mack-dozen And when them niggas start jumpin, bust back cousin Cause it's a new year, time for some new shit Nowadays rappers dyin’ over music Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin’ songs For survival, duckin’ homicidal, you rivals Yeah yeah! Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gangbang Chitty-bang-bang. Chitty-chitty-bang-bang Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins Caught in the zone, home on the range Aiyyo you rang on ferocious, atrocious We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala… Dope shit! Eight ball in the corner pocket. We snatch wallets Off the white collared. The Big Apple forever rotted Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix’ So what the bumbaclot?! Pop shit, we do the knowledge To shark niggas, once bitten, major swingers heavy hittin’ Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens Stop bitchin’, no slippin’, no pot to piss in The meltin’ pot's boilin hot now in Hell’s Kitchen Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers Belive Dat! My moms don’t raise no suckers I slap rappers, turn ’em into singers Touch somethin’ of mine and you’ll have Nine fingaz! Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin’ town red And RIP… They whole crew to a shred! I got cold blood. I pull yo’ plug. I hold, bust! Show no love. I’m so bugged. Shoot yo’ home up And shoot up the whole club. We throw slugs You ain’t no thug! I earned every God damn penny That I got son. I’m rollin’ shotgun in the convertible I wish a nigga w-w-would try to fuckin’ jack me I'll murder you!
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Digital Underground - Humpty Dance (Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/SexPackets Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Lyrics: All right! Stop whatcha doin' 'Cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that ya used to I look funny But yo I'm makin' money, see So yo world I hope you're ready for me Now gather round I'm the new fool in town And my sound's laid down by the Underground I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf So just let me introduce myself My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty Yo ladies, oh how I like to thump thee And all the rappers in the top ten--please allow me to bump thee I'm steppin' tall, y'all And just like Humpty Dumpty You're gonna fall when the stereos pump me I like to rhyme I like my beats funky I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack But sometimes I get ridiculous I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice Hey yo fat girl, come here--are ya ticklish? Yeah, I called ya fat Look at me, I'm skinny It never stopped me from gettin' busy I'm a freak I like the girls with the boom I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom I'm crazy Allow me to amaze thee They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me I'm still gettin' in the girls' pants And I even got my own dance The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump People say "Yo, Humpty, you're really funny lookin'" That's all right 'cause I get things cookin' Ya stare, ya glare, ya constantly try to compare me But ya can't get near me I give 'em more, see, and on the floor, be All the girls they adore me Oh yes, ladies, I'm really bein' sincere 'Cause in a 69 my humpty nose will tickle ya rear My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge Both how I'm livin' and my nose is large I get stoopid, I shoot an arrow like Cupid I use a word that don't mean nothin', like looptid I sang on Doowhutchalike, and if ya missed it I'm the one who said just grab 'em in the biscuits Also told ya that I like to bite Well, yeah, I guess it's obvious, I also like to write All ya had to do was give Humpty a chance And now I'm gonna do my dance The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Oh, yeah, that's the break, y'all Let me hear a little bit of that bass groove right here Oh, yeah! Now that I told ya a little bit about myself Let me tell ya a little bit about this dance It's real easy to do--check it out First I limp to the side like my leg was broken Shakin' and twitchin' kinda like I was smokin' Crazy wack funky People say ya look like M.C. Hammer on crack, Humpty That's all right 'cause my body's in motion It's supposed to look like a fit or a convulsion Anyone can play this game This is my dance, y'all, Humpty Hump's my name No two people will do it the same Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain Humpin', funkin', jumpin' Jig around, shakin' ya rump And when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a stump Tell him step off, I'm doin' the Hump The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Black people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump White people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Puerto Ricans, do the Humpty Hump, just keep on doin' the hump Samoans, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Let's get stoopid! The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump
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Coolio - C U When U Get There (feat. 40 Thevz) [Music Video]
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/TheCollection_Coolio Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Now I've seen places and faces And things you ain't never thought about thinkin' If you ain't peeped then you must be drinkin' and smokin' Pretending that you're loc'in but you're broken, let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life And Tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money And when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny But who's the dummy, cause, now you done lost the hustler A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster And though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust ya Cause my crew is rollin' homers and your crew is rollin' dusters And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more Uh, I guess that's just the way it goes I ain't tryin' to preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain't prepared, I'll see you when you get there I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there More temptation than faith, I guess we livin' for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a boy with an AK The situation so twisted everybody gettin' lifted I'm just tryin' to take care of my kids and handle my business Cause it way too serious so you gotta pay close attention So you don't get caught sittin' when they come and do all the gettin' Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big heart Some of us gotta run a little faster cause we gotta lay the struggle I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender If everybody's a sinner then everybody can be a winner No matter your rag color, deep down we all brothers And regardless of the time, somebody up there still love us I'm a scuffle and struggle until I'm breathless and weak I done strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak Always keep reaching sure to grab on to something I'll be there when you get there with muted sounds bumpin' I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there You need to loosen up and live a little And if you got kids let them know how you feelin' For your own sake give a little Oh, you don't want to hear that, you busy tryin' stack And keep up with the Joneses, takin' advantage of your own The realest homies that you've been knowing for the longest But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us We prefer to keep our eyes shut till it's right When there's something involved that we desire So hold your head up high if you're poor and righteous I know times seem strife, and problems seem endless But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together And if you feel you're out of the game then you need to get back in it Cause nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother So wrap up your pity and turn it to ambition And put your vehicle in 'drive' and stop by my side I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there As we walk down the road of our destiny And the time comes to choose which shall it be The wide and crooked, or the straight and narrow We got one voice to give and one life to live Stand up for something or lie down in your game Listen to the song that we sing It's up to you to make it big I guess I'll see you when you see me I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there I'll see you when you get there I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there
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Naughty by Nature - Craziest (Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/Povertys_Paradise Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: My thoughts are thundering, tumbling Sons of snitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality through galaxies Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu With a chain representing penitentiaries From Roman town to Borentown From Newark to Illtown And all you know from Lifers, Rikers ta foesome Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption You diss while your family say I'm the best thing since humping Strucking 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumping me upJersey homies are the craziest New York homies are the craziest DC homies are the craziest Philly homies are the craziest California homies are the craziest Chi town homies are the craziest Texas homies are the craziest Utah homies are the craziest My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you get bust You call yourself calling my bluff, enough's enough I'm putting it down on the real end This one goes out to all the people who be questioning My skills, I been rocking since lee twillz And we feel that we build careers of steel So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find Thinking Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinking The sleeping MC I eat like good 'n' plenty Lyrically spanking ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses Young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes They don't begin wit no lying professor They begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan Wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands Detroit homies are the craziest Miami homies are the craziest Little Rock homies are the craziest Oak Town homies are the craziest I got barbarians to bogard me in At a club that barred me when A broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut Assume the same suit, drop that fly sh** wit the flavor ca shi Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit Brothas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit If you ain't jumping then don't pump it I'm hitting Jermaine in Atlanta 'cause he owe me loot for that jump sh** Drop astronauts I rock it And from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets Cleveland homies are the craziest Virginia homies are the craziest Kentucky homies are the craziest St. Louis homies are the craziest Atlanta homies are the craziest Maryland homies are the craziest San Diego homies are the craziest Seattle homies are the craziest Boston homies are the craziest Illtown homies are the craziest Zoo Crew homies are the craziest Jersey City homies are the craziest All my Newark homies are the craziest
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Capone-N-Noreaga - Phonetime (Official Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/The_Reunion_C_n_N {Capone} Son I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key {Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine} And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board {When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored} Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head {You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome {The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} {My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens} And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl {On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released Around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast} Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date {Dun, I'ma see ya regardless, Cause I got two violent felony charges} And you know your appeal is progress {You're my dog, dun} And we gon keep this tight I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right {I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks} And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa And guess what? I made you executive producer Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe {They won't believe to see me come home to a V Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave} Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild Capone home, niggas still diggin our style {Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined? I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine} Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast {Son there's only one minute left Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah} I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down {I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks {I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks {I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June {Yeah, yeah, yeah}
Views: 84396 Tommy Boy
Naughty By Nature - Uptown Anthem (Official Music Video)
 
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Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy That's Happi to be Nappi Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks And groups and troops with Timbo boots and jail suits That's how I'm rollin my hair-do don't Win I will I got wanting competition ain't dope Beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later When want to flip, tell em full semi half with a dip And all that other Ringling Brothers shit Sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while I Shin slam the film filmg and then jam You can run but you can't hide, you can't go far No matter where you go, there you are We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash Here we go yo Hit a nigga kill a nigga will come back See a sucker stretch a sucker guard your naps Cussing wasn't nothing til a black man rapped See a forty suck a forty guess who's back You're chilling with a Teddy filling villain Stepping to the puny puddy punks catching fillings I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I'm the bread and butter Punk motherfucker I'll cut up, working from the gut up Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy Ready for the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat What you see is what you get We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash Coming round your corner with my uptown bunch I bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom buck chumps Give it up, it's a juice thing I'm stepping for the rep and Wrecking all the rest and, weapon testing on who's stepping Ain't no bluff for the niggy 'nough, for the rugged ruff stuff Nigga if you're tough knuckle up I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash After I laugh then I'll dash You can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal Shooting up your toes making sandals Somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me I do my dirt all by my lonely We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content - https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature. #HipHop #Classic #GoldenEra
Views: 97885 Tommy Boy
Bob Sinclar - Rock This Party (Everybody Dance Now)
 
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Bob Sinclar - Rock This Party (Everybody Dance Now)
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Naughty By Nature - Everything's Gonna Be Alright (Official Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/RhinoHiFive-Naughty Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about correction in the comments! [Skit] Doctor: Nurse Johnson, is the mother still in the recovery room? Nurse: Yes, Dr. Blair Doctor: OK, I'll go to the waiting room and inform the father it's a boy Nurse: I'm afraid there is no father, sir Doctor: Another ghetto bastard, huh? Nurse: I'm afraid so Doctor: Well, put him with the rest of the born losers Nurse: All right doctor, a shame isn't it? Doctor: Not a shame, a problem [Intro] Smooth it out This is a story about the drifter Who waited for the worst, cause the best lived 'cross town Who never planned on having so didn't Why me, huh [Hook] Everything's gonna be alright (alright) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (alright) Everything's gonna be alright (alright) [Verse 1: Treach] Some get a little and some get none Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done I was one who never had and always mad Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag Well anyway, I did pick ups, lift and click-ups Too many stick-ups, cause niggas had the trigger hiccups I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out I walked the strip with just a clip, who wanna hit They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent A 'do in braids, I wasn't paid enough I kept 'em long cause I couldn't afford a haircut I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip Was down to throw the lead to any telling crackhead I'd still'a been broke, so a lot of good it woulda did Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one Why when I was a kid and played I was a sad one And always wanted to live like this or that one [Hook] [Verse 2: Treach] A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Living in the slums with bums, I said, "now why, Treach" "Do it have to be like this" Momma said I'm priceless So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just what being nice gets Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack War scars, stolen cars, and a blackjack Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give? Say something positive? Well positive ain't where I live I live right around the corner from West Hell Two blocks from South Shit and once in a jail cell The sun never shone on my side of the street, see And only once or twice a week I would speak I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids with cars and chrome Some life, if you ain't wear gold your style was old And you got more juice and dough for every bottle sold Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play I'm slowin' and flowin' and going in on and knowing not now How will I do it, how will I make it I won't, that's how Why me, huh [Hook] [Verse 3: Treach] My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead I'm better off dead huh, that's what my neighbor said I don't do jack but fighting, lightin' up the streets at night Playing hide-and-seek with a machete sexing Freddy's wife Some say I'm rolling on, nothing but a dog now I answer that with a "fuck you" and a bow-wow Cause I done been through more shit within the last week Than a fly flowing in doo-doo on the concrete I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel it, so kill it skillet And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it? In Illtown, pure luck got stuck-up, props got shot Don't worry got hit by a flurry, and his punk-ass dropped But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast They teach in schools, I'm the misfit y'all will outlast But that's cool with the fool, smack 'em backwards That's what you get for fucking with a ghetto bastard [Outro] If you ain't ever been to the ghetto Don't ever come to the ghetto Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto And stay the fuck out of the ghetto Why me (alright)
Views: 194437 Tommy Boy
House Of Pain - Jump Around
 
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Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in comments! Lyrics: Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) see'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned 'Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill 'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump!
Views: 992055 Tommy Boy
Method Man - 2 Minutes of Your Time
 
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Method Man - The Meth Lab Deluxe Fan Bundles & Merch https://methodman.bandcamp.com/ Vinyl http://amzn.com/B010B79A66 Digital http://smarturl.it/themethlabalbum Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content - https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature. Most recently the label has released albums from Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch, Method Man, Sadat X, Nina Sky, Christian Tiger School, Jamar Rogers, OCAD, Marcos Carnaval, Pants Velour, Saint Ballantine, G-MiM$, Annalie Prime, Soul Khan, Township Rebellion, Oxymorrons & Amanda Holley. https://www.facebook.com/TommyBoyEntertainment https://twitter.com/TommyBoyEnt http://soundcloud.com/tommy-boy-1 Instagram: @TommYBoYEntertainment
Views: 177195 Tommy Boy
Ghostface Killah - Here I Go Again (feat. AZ & Rell) [Official Lyric Video]
 
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OUT NOW - http://smarturl.it/36seasons (11 exclusive tracks) Physical via Amazon - http://amzn.to/1xIlzEu Google play - http://bit.ly/1qDVGBK Vinyl & Deluxe Fan Bundles - www.getondown.com Ghostface Killah feat. AZ & Rell Comic Illustration by Micahel Walsh New album - 36 Seasons OUT NOW! twitter.com/GhostfaceKillah www.facebook.com/GhostfaceKillahOfficial www.tommyboy.com
Views: 153315 Tommy Boy
Everlast - Black Jesus (Official Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream- http://smarturl.it/EatAtWhiteys Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Lyrics: They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin' Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin' Time keeps slippin' and I keep fallin' I can't see but I hear them callin', ballers ballin' Players playin', haters fightin', righteous prayin' Don't forget Manhattan keep makin', Brooklyn keep takin' Shook ones keep shakin', no time for fakin' Know what I mean, I ain't choppin' no bars just risin' like cream If you diggin' the scene, you feelin' the vibe Throw your hands in the air, scream are you alive Singin' na, na, na, na, na, na [X4] They call me black Jesus, white Moses Heaven freezes, Hell closes B-Boy posin', punk rock chicks, kids are alright but I need my fix If you diggin' the mix, feelin' the drugs, if you keepin' it real If you livin' like thugs, I spit kisses and hugs like forty five slugs Come back on the run and kiss my love gun Got a look that'll kill, voice that'll carry Half a dozen women that think I want a marry I got trouble on my mind, I'm refusin' to lose But still I got a find someone to abuse, I'm gonna run spread the news Help say the word, jump the fuck back and just act like you heard They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Black Jesus, white Moses Heaven freezes, hell closes Singin' na, na, na, na, na, na [X5] They call me white sinner, black martyr, live wire Fire starter, jungle brother, red neck cracker, freak of nature New world slacker, sex junkie lookin' for a dealer You can play the leper girl and I can play the healer Shit is only gettin' realer, baby haven't you heard That the bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word It go one for the trebble, two for the times, and three for my homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the break of dawn Excuse me (six minutes) Everlast you on And it go on and on like a rolling stone, baby, anywhere I lay my hat is my home They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Black Jesus, white Moses Heaven freezes, hell closes Singin' na, na, na, na, na, na [x12]
Views: 679756 Tommy Boy
Everlast - Ends (Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/WhiteyFordSingsBlues Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about any corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A. But now he's waiting tables cause their's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool For the ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut And everywhere that I went, she was up in the cut Swinging that butt, like race you out here Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear Brand name wearing, champagne waving Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending If you do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine vending, it's money for take Shopping sprees get her on her knees And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow For the ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on they jock They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run DMC, they was toting guns And holdin' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels and golds, and got no job And then one did some kid, and one got robbed For the ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before we go any further I want my ends For the ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends
Views: 52232 Tommy Boy
Sadat X - Industry Outcast's (feat. R.A. the Rugged Man & Thirstin Howl III) [Official Music Video]
 
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R.I.P. Sean Price Sadat X, new album 'AGUA' OUT NOW: iTunes - http://smarturl.it/sadatxagua Spotify - http://spoti.fi/29HEqc Rhapsody - http://bit.ly/29JG40v Amazon - http://amzn.to/29JFHDe Google Play - http://bit.ly/23geVFF Beatport - http://btprt.dj/2a3FRYe Juno - http://bit.ly/29ArM3H Traxsource - http://bit.ly/29IirIl Directed by: Will Tell & Brian Delaney Produced by: Will Tell Connect: https://www.facebook.com/SadatXMusic https://www.instagram.com/sadatx/ https://twitter.com/SadatX Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content - https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature. Most recently the label has released albums from Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch, Method Man, Sadat X, Nina Sky, Christian Tiger School, Jamar Rogers, OCAD, Marcos Carnaval, Pants Velour, Saint Ballantine, G-MiM$, Annalie Prime, Soul Khan, Township Rebellion, Oxymorrons & Amanda Holley. https://www.facebook.com/TommyBoyEnte... https://twitter.com/TommyBoyEnt http://soundcloud.com/tommy-boy-1 Instagram: @TommyBoyEntertainment
Views: 116870 Tommy Boy
Matt Alber - End of the World (Official Music Video) [Directors Cut]
 
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Buy on iTunes: http://bit.ly/X4kI2w Music video by Matt Alber performing End of the World END OF THE WORLD (MORGAN PAGE POP MIX EXTENDED REMIX) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bRjIzh6Br4 (SAUL RUIZ CLUB MIX) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnnH6EfhH4k Remix Package: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/end-of-the-world-remixes/id347165256
Views: 759825 Tommy Boy
N.O.R.E. - Banned from TV (feat. Nature, Big Pun, Cam'ron, Jadakiss & Styles P) [Music Video]
 
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Produced by Swizz Beatz Featuring: Nature, Big Pun, Cam'Ron, Jadakiss and Styles P [Intro] N.O.R.E the movie coming soon Timbaland, shut the fuck up Tryna be out in '98, you know I'm tryna watch this movie, this the real shit Shut the fuck up, '98, it's ours [Verse 1: Nature] Ayo, ayo Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm Sprewell Golden State, holding your fate in the palm of my hand Blow you away like it's part of the plan I gotta call it like I see it, talk it like I be it Walking my walk, thugged out orthopedic 'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima Follow the leader, make me go extra hard Yo N.O.R.E. should I hold back or show the repertoire Quit at sixteen or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers I show them why it's so hard to reach us I get pussy with my father's features, puff heavily See me at 6'1", weigh a buck 70 Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be Packed in like Green Bay, Harlem week to Queens day Performing acapella, no DJ '98 Live, no replays, make it seem easy So tell a friend to tell a friend that it's them again Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins [Verse 2: Big Pun] Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks, sporting a Fort Knox Lazarus Shark salad with carrots, pork chops and applesauce Twin connection, disrespect watch your body cave in Pump the shotty guaging, hit the shorty while he potty training I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst You'll be the first to get his whole body fully reversed Uzi ya hearse, leave you double-dead, I'm a bubble-head I never listen to nothing my mother said, ayo Ayo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome Been soning niggas for so long, I think I got a grandson My passion is money, a stash and a honey That won't ask questions but will blast anybody That's my kind of girl, kind of world I want to live in Not a cell or a prison or in Hell's Armageddon Just a little ghetto where my niggas control the middle We know the riddles of life where others know only a little [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Yo, yo been in rich places, sick places Seen my story, 6,666 pages, wages I rolled six aces and at the same dice games I caught six cases, all over big faces Now it's tipped laces, ready to dig faces But the banger ain't a bit spacious Niggas loading up their rib cages, cats like to rent places Bloody lip taste it, but Cam is a big racist But I stay imported, big places But the world know the girl though, I fuck her off a furlough She'll be up, hook me up, all your sales could be luck Only question for these ducks is, "Baby girl could we fuck?" You the type that need a wife Thought L-O-X told y'all the key to life, asshole Yo I don't play around, I lay it down, fuck around, I spray a round Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it, my ass you can kick or kiss it [Verse 4: Jadakiss (Styles P)] Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this Bust off and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips Like two thirds of a brick, (Paniero) and 'Kiss The kiss the crystal white fluffy part that'll (come back quick) (See the plan is to stash all) and cash y'all's (The weed so strong), they gotta put it glass jars Niggas try to smoke me out the (moke me out) 'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out (I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep) Do they dance with the Devil when they sleep? (I wake up gripping the air, wishing to hear) Shit that they kick in your ear when your soul drift in the air (My gift is half-rotten when I'm spitting some tears That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry) And I ain't never seen a nigga that's too live to die (They say you get what ya ask for) so get it cause you asked for it (If a nigga ain't a thief) Then he better have the cash for it (And we gon' be around till ya body rot) And if the Feds brung us in we get the same time Gotti got Yeah, nigga! [Verse 5: Noreaga] Ayo, there's two ways into the hood, one plain The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain Ayo let's get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juice Queens stallion, my guns, fully Italian Now y'all niggas recognize medallions I play the best hood, O-T with Tim Westwood Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good Thugged out niggas, we eat as much as we could And I don't give a fuck what, yo I save my shit And I don't give a fuck what, you can save your shit Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick Listen to Bob Marley, y'all funny niggas like Steve Harvey Fronting live with a weak army I play the nice guy too and even smoke with you But the realness, I ain't got no love for you That's why I never do a song with you Not even if your baby moms fucked the crew And promised to give us head and swallow too I still say low, no is no, no can do Ya niggas drinking Haterade, drinking my flow
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Method Man - Symphony (feat. Hanz On, Streetlife, Kash Verrazano, Carlton Fisk, Killa Sin)
 
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Amber - This is Your Night (Official Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/ThisIsYourNight Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about correction in the comments! Da be da be da di da en da Da be da be da di da en da Da be da be da di da en da Da be da be da di da en da This is your night Dancing free until the morning light Together forever cuz This is your night And everything is gonna be alright Oh yeah So in love with you Oh yeah Its to good to be true Oh yeah Feeling so brand new Oh yeah You captured my heart Your the key to my life A vision of our love That made me survive Creating the mood that were in is surreal Its time to move up and to face what I feel This is your night Dancing free until the morning light Together forever cuz This is your night And everything is gonna be alright Oh yeah So in love with you Oh yeah Its to good to be true Oh yeah Feeling so brand new Oh yeah Imagine my spirit the one that you call I'm ready to stand up and ready to fall I can't run away so attracted by you I may be your girl and I'll be so ture Oh oh This is your night Dancing free until the morning light Together forever cuz This is your night And everything is gonna be alright Oh yeah So in love with you Oh yeah Its to good to be true Oh yeah Feeling so brand new Oh yeah Da be da be da di da en da Da be da be da di da en da Da be da be da di da en da Da be da be da di da en da This is your night Dancing free until the morning light Together forever cuz This is your night And everything is gonna be alright Oh yeah So in love with you Oh yeah Its to good to be true Oh yeah Feeling so brand new Oh yeah This is your night
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Plushgun - Just Impolite (Official Music Video)
 
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House Of Pain - Top O' The Morning To Ya
 
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Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in comments! Lyrics: She won't come, just when you want it Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A descendant of Dublin with titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin' On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin' On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin' The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off The Irish style, the Celtic jazz No one has it, just us that's it If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man You got no heart, here comes the good part I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down No fuckin' around Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me You shouldn't play, and by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya [Chorus] (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya [2x] (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) Greetings, salutations Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam Crack the bottle, rev the throttle Put the gear in, now you're stearin' Like Mario Antretti So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked Noise like a cricket Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy So just say no, but I say go Straight to hell, I kiss and tell So if you're a ho, all my friends know What you gotta say, let's hit the hay And have no delay, and yo, by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya [Chorus] Extra extra, read all about it How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it! The House Of Pain soon will reign Over the hip hop scene in white, gold, and green I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin' Collecting my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in' And how do I know that she's funk? I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony So never ever try to play me out like a phony Cause I can get real thick like a bowl of Malt-o-Meal And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya [Chorus]
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K7 - Come Baby Come (Official Music Video)
 
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Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Da ding de ding de ding de de de ding ding Da ding de ding de ding de de de ding Da ding de ding de ding de de de ding ding De ding de de de ding de ding de de de ding ding (Bounce, come on bounce) x4 Seven's always in control, you know what I'm sayin' I slam the door (Boom!) When I come into the bedroom (Wham! Bam!) 'Cause I'm the King of the castle (na na na) Turn me on turn me loose (come on, come on) Try to hit it, it's a hassle Come get some of this, don't forget the innuendo Play me like Nintendo, never ever let go Keep it so loud, you'll be hittin' the crescendo (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do) Come baby come baby baby come come (Come baby come baby baby come come) When you gotta give me lovin' then you gotta give me some (You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some) Come baby come baby baby come come (Come baby come baby baby come come) When you gotta give me lovin' then you gotta give me some (You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some) Come down Well, I can hear the (ring ring ring) The telephone goes ring (hello, hello) But we're still gettin' busy (Pom pom pom, hoo!) Now you're gettin' busy I can slow it down so you can pump it (pump it) Better move it fast so you can pump it (pump it) Two balls and a bat (hoo), a pitcher with a hat (ha) Slidin' into home base, tryin' to hit a home run Swing batta batta batta batta batta swing! Come baby come baby baby come come (Come baby come baby baby come come) When you gotta give me lovin' then you gotta give me some (You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some) Come baby come baby baby come come (Come baby come baby baby come come) When you gotta give me lovin' then you gotta give me some (You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some) Come down Break it down, break it down, come on move it all around, bounce (Bounce) Pump it up and down, (come on bounce) pump it up and down, bounce (Bounce) Move it all around, (come on bounce) move it all around, bounce (Bounce) Pump it up and down, (come on bounce) bounce, bounce Tell me do you like it? (Yeah, yeah) Do you want a little more? (Yeah, yeah) Now tell me do you love it? (Yeah, yeah) Come on! (Do do you love me?) I can feel it (hoo baby baby), come on (ha baby baby) Let it go (hoo baby baby), come on (ha baby baby) Give it to me (hoo baby baby), come on (ha baby baby) Give it to me (hoo! Straight up, now tell me) de ding de de de ding ding (Bounce) da ding de ding (come on bounce) de ding de de de ding (Bounce) da ding de ding (come on bounce) de ding de de de ding ding (Bounce) de ding de de de ding de ding de de de ding ding Come baby come baby baby come come (Come baby come baby baby come come) (Yeah) da ding de ding de ding de de de (hoo!) ding ding (You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some) Come baby come baby baby come come (Come baby come baby baby come come) (Yeah, hoo!) (You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some) Come baby come baby baby come come (Come) step everybody, (baby come baby) step everybody (baby come come) (Yeah) da ding de ding de ding de de de (hoo!) ding ding (You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some) Come baby come baby baby come come (Come baby come) all together now, come on (baby baby come come) (Yeah, hoo!) (You gotta give me lovin' and you gotta give me some) Come down
Views: 1759962 Tommy Boy
Brand Nubian - Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down (Official Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/AllForOneBrandNubian Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Lyrics: ("Get nothin' but abuse!") Refrain 4x Punks jump up to get beat down! ("Get nothin' but abuse...") [Verse 1 – Sadat X] One day when I was ridin' on the train I seen these two kids talkin' About the Nubian reign had fallen I didn't say nothin' cuz these kids caught my goat Even wore my coat like a murder that they wrote So this kid with mouth swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak and dagger So I gotta show Dukes the macho lot that I am I can rock a jam, make the world drop ham Oh yes, I'm the bad man, and bad men wear black And if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with that Though I can freak, fly, flow, fuck up a faggot Don't understand their ways I ain't down with gays You wanna grab the style that was made from my mom and my dad When I was young I used to run with a notepad Then time flew and somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone... Black prodigy since the age of twen-ty I could write a rhyme, rip it up and write a next one Right on the spot, sign my name with a dot Diamond D threw me some smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar Stick up your wack jam, everybody hit the floor Okay it's you, Slim, the hard rock of the pack Don't wanna kneel to the brothers, you must be holin' Bust some shit in his chest, now his whole body's swollen Why did I have to do it? He asked for it His man saw it, so it don't mean shit to me He's gone, that's how it's supposed to be....check it out now I ain't goin' out, man that short shit is dead Have you heard what I said? If not, ask the dread He got a cannon that's bad...similar to the one that I got from my own dad Refrain 4x [Verse 2 – Lord Jamar] Your punk ass'll be grass quick fast like my name was Flash When a nigga try and rob me for my cash You thought you had a sweet vic, a nice pick But you didn't anticipate that I might be sick Now who's the trick, cuz I'm not a ho. (No, no-no-no!) I always do the fuckin', just might do the buckin' I leave my Nikes stuck in your rectum, till you learn Brand Nubian, yo, you gotta respect 'em Dissect 'em, yo, our word is bond regardless To my what, and do the Puma strut So step the fuck off, before I punch you in your face With the mothafuckin' bass! Then you're gonna taste blood in your mouth, it's gonna flood south To the ground, and you're gonna know I don't fuck around So if you think you had two soft newjacks We're gonna have top off you with a few cracks To the jaw and you won't pop that shit no more Explainin' to your friends why you're layin' on the floor Did you want some more? I didn't think so Just got whipped like a faggot in the clink, so I suggest you take your bloody mess and find a piece of wire Fix your broken jaw, then it's time to retire Lord Jamar will live long, cuz I give strong blows the heads of my foes Dread flows, gives me power as it grows Watch how rass-cladda you catch the speed knot Heed not, and hell will be your home Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell your dome Refrain 4x
Views: 137889 Tommy Boy
Method Man - The Purple Tape (feat. Raekwon,  Inspectah Deck)
 
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Capone-N-Noreaga - Y'all Don't Wanna (Official Music Video)
 
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Enjoy the lyrics! Let us know any corrections in the comments!: Yeah, Why they don't get a nigga like me To sing the national anthem or nothing? It's nothin! Nokio! (Flame, Nokio) Nokio give us a beat baby, some gangster shit yo! CNN, the best group that ever lived Best blowing fucking group that ever lived in rap Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth Yo, tell 'em how your life is son How your life is yo? My life is nothin' like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom I rock Jor-dan's, and can't stand Pip-pen's Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt But I'ma go for the homer and cock the pump I was the kid in the hood your moms ain't want you with Now I'm rich, tell your moms one-two click Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell Escobar style, I'll build my own jail The America's, America's, favorite thug To sell cocaine, America's, favorite drugs Me and 'Pone like the military, we train niggas And the hoes don't fuck, they just brain niggas CNN, focus on us, we coco-nuts We throw our gang signs up, with us Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak I orally, have sex cause my aura is deep, it go Y'all don't want to fuck with us CNN out for them pesos Y'all don't want to bust with us Niggas better move when we say so What's this I hear? CNN ain't real? What's this I hear? CNN is wack? What's this I hear? CNN won't kill? Now what's this I hear? CNN ain't back?! Yo, I give you every part of my life, to my paralyzed (?) To the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm I'm "The Answer" like Allen I. Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I I'm the first that ever loc'ed on a Nok' track CNN back, like number five Jordan's purple and black We spazzed on purpose, fuck trying to sit in a cat' I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap It's kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops I give the street life my all, stripes and scars Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob Now I spit righteous bars, FUCK living like the stars Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge Cause I'm just like why y'all, my kicks scuff like why y'all I still get harassed and searched up like why y'all Yo, imagine us cowards You still live with mommy, still get allowance I chase Henny, bubbling ounces I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains What's this I hear huh? This is my year Pone shit kosher you think not? I give you my ear Now listen closer I was born, and I'ma die here Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster Nigga you front, and I'ma pop one in your shoulder Yo raise the partition, cock guns with ammunition Knock you out position, and have your little hoe missing Niggas get locked up, I spread my love Yo they leave God-Body but they come home Blood Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those And it's all about my niggas, won't mention hoes Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search Po'-po' and C.O.'s they all get merked, it go Yo, imagine us cowards You still live with mommy, still get allowance I chase Henny, bubbling ounces I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains What's this I hear huh? This is my year Pone shit kosher you think not? I give you my ear Now listen closer I was born, and I'ma die here Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster Nigga you front, and I'ma pop one in your shoulder Yo, imagine us cowards You still live with mommy, still get allowance I chase Henny, bubbling ounces I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains What's this I hear huh? This is my year Pone shit kosher you think not? I give you my ear Now listen closer I was born, and I'ma die here Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster Nigga you front, and I'ma pop one in your shoulder Yeah, it's like this Collaboration, CNN gangsta shit With my nigga Nokio on the beats On the boards, fucking shit up why y'all, yeah He on the boards, fucking shit up why y'all Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track Hey yo, it got a hit record all over the track Yeah hit record, written all over the track Subscribe to our channel for more exclusive content - https://www.youtube.com/TommyBoy Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic label founded in NYC in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable Hip Hop legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature. #HipHop #GoldenEra #Classic
Views: 128213 Tommy Boy
Brand Nubian - Slow Down (Official Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/OneForAll Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Slow down (repeat 3X) [Sadat X] Hey baby your hips was getting big Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers Wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakers The object of your affection is the tree-top connection Where basically you love to smoke your wools The crackheads and crack men they come up to my door I don't smoke jums so what they knocking for Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you Street time is limited to days On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vials With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile Used to walk with a swagger, now you simply stagger From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next Bitch get a job, from me you won't rob Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand Now give that to the crack man You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts Started off light only tipping woolie blunts But now you get a a stripe, graduated to the pipe Took a long pull...hype Yeah, head crack head crack You smoked up that stack in a minute you was back (Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?) Yeah I had to drop her Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her [Edie Brickell] Slow down What I am is what I am [Lord Jamar] I knew this girl named Tropicana She's always juicing Producing cash from her sexual tasks She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete You've got to flash dollars, to prove her And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover Taking all your papes like inhalation of vapes Her nasal passage is filled with money, and it's massive (What I am is what I am) Well, what you are is a stunt, man, you're on a hunt And your plan is to take all you can from a man and scram I've seen your kind before you're not original Just a sick mixed up individual Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch Marking off the goods you get going up another notch Your ways and actions are like those of a savage If the price is right, then anyone can ravage Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter So don't come around, trying to make a profit At the expense of another man, stop it Cause you see you're the freak show of the town And what I think you ought to do is Slow down x7 What I am is what I am x2 [Grand Puba] As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic Cause things are getting drastic Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket (Slow down) Sister, there's no need in speeding She was doing lays before she started bleeding What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion? Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her Puba makes no mistakes She said, "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)" Picture that (Slow Down) You little hooker Honey got a problem with the bends Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins The ho is just ho and that's without no controversy She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy Come on toots you can take a thousand douche Scrub that ass and I'll still pass (Slow down) You're living foul (Slow down x2) Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezing Cause it's not the season So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch Well go ahead You're living foul I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out Right by my side Slow down (repeat 12X)
Views: 166383 Tommy Boy
Method Man - Worldwide (feat. Hanz On, Uncle Murda, Chedda Bang)
 
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Views: 175048 Tommy Boy
TKA - Louder than Love (Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/LouderThanLove Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in the comments! Lyrics: Remember when we said goodbye I wiped my tears, you didn't cry We both said things we didn't mean Reaching for the hope, but caught between the screams And I would try to calm you down But you wouldn't listen And now I find you're not around And its your love I'm missin' Louder than love Louder than love That's what we were, we were Louder than love And we couldn't make things better Louder than love Louder than love that's what we were, we were Louder than love And we couldn't stay together If we could both go back in time Back to the days when you were mine We vowed to try, but who's to say That the love we shared would ever be the same Maybe someday we'll both learn Just how fragile love is The mind forgets, while the heart still burns As it longs for your kiss Louder than love Louder than love That's what we were, we were Louder than love And we couldn't make things better Through the things that we said And the dreams that we shared, love stayed (We never let it fade) But we both went too far We're both left with the scars of love Oh, oh, oh Now we must go our separate ways, my love Oh, Louder than love Louder than love That's what we were, we were Louder than love And we couldn't make things better
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Naughty By Nature - Uptown Anthem
 
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Download/Stream - http://smarturl.it/Naughty_byNature Enjoy the lyrics. Let us know about corrections in comments! Lyrics: Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy That's Happi to be Nappi Me and Vin rock when spots hit flocks And groups and troops with Timbo boots and jail suits That's how I'm rollin my hair-do don't Win I will I got wanting competition ain't dope Beat ya break ya broke ya smoke ya take ya Send you to your little group on mute, sooner or later When want to flip, tell em full semi half with a dip And all that other Ringling Brothers shit Sporty naughty hi bye greater than nature while I Shin slam the film filmg and then jam You can run but you can't hide, you can't go far No matter where you go, there you are We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash Here we go yo Hit a nigga kill a nigga will come back See a sucker stretch a sucker guard your naps Cussing wasn't nothing til a black man rapped See a forty suck a forty guess who's back You're chilling with a Teddy filling villain Stepping to the puny puddy punks catching fillings I hit so many guts, call me gutter, I'm the bread and butter Punk motherfucker I'll cut up, working from the gut up Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy Ready for the piddy peddy, I'm Friddie Freddie Place your bet on a vet, the three man threat What you see is what you get We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash Coming round your corner with my uptown bunch I bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom buck chumps Give it up, it's a juice thing I'm stepping for the rep and Wrecking all the rest and, weapon testing on who's stepping Ain't no bluff for the niggy 'nough, for the rugged ruff stuff Nigga if you're tough knuckle up I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash After I laugh then I'll dash You can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal Shooting up your toes making sandals Somebody told me that you owe me, but can't nobody hold me I do my dirt all by my lonely We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash We gonna break, we gonna bash We gonna roll, we gonna smash
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