[Hurricane G]
Mira Puffy oyeme papito
Yo estoy cansada de este hijo de su madre hablando mientra
Tantos envidiosos tu le tiene que ensenar como hecho pan
Yo choque con uno hesteroso en la calle
Que estaban diciendo que tu creyes que eres el jefe de ellas
Y yo les dijo Ha tru mano
El es el enemigo numero uno del publico
Haci que darle pa’lante con mucho energia
Y que se hogan

[Puffy]
Para todo mis quereros, Latinos caldenos
Enfermo con dinero
A saloman un grita
Viva Bad Boy familia
Yo soy ese negrito, el mas querido por mis enemigos
Yo celebro con los anteojitos(?)
Por que traigo mi estilo rico de carito
Representando con mis heridos
So mandame dicho si tu quieres guerra
A mi no me tumbas de la tierra

Yo soy el campeon, don Conteri, tu corazon

[Hurricane G]: (Puffy):
One, one, one, one
(Numero uno del publico)
One, one, one, one
(Yeah P Diddy, espanol)
One, one, one, one
(Ha!)

[Puffy]:
Primo que te pasa contigo
Por que tu creas en mi enemigo
Por que soy un milianaro
Tengo los mejores carros
Y yo ando
Come eres caribenas
De estrellas y muy bellas
Bomba, tu mini falda
Le ando y toca esa nalga
Tampoco tengo soldados con almas
Que inspitan gangas
Y no le dan nada
Escojelo con camas
Y tranquilo aqui yo
Delegido en vivo
El scenario siempre va a ser mio

[Hurricane G]: (Puffy):
One, one, one, one
(Numero uno del publico)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(I like this one right here)

[Puff]:
Oh I am supposed to speak Spanish
Check this out
Otro unosticia, envidia
Te lo digo esta limita
Esto no es un juego por tu sero
No producer dinero puedo ser muerto
Puff que no hay que me doquen
Que me oyen en el radio con este jote
Yo no precupe, soy puro
Y yo amo todo mi publico
Ha tru mano de un anillo de Jesus
Brillando en la luz
Como mucho lujo y mucho jugo
Y te lo juro, yo te busco
En el nuevo milenium
Y muevo como lo viento
Representando en cual quier pueblo
Hasta luego y punto
Papi chulo conquistando el mundo

[Hurricane G]: (Puffy):
One, one, one, one
(Uno)
One, one, one, one
(Uno)
One, one, one, one
(Yeah Hurricane)

[Hurricane G]:
Yeah asi mismo papito, solo que yo estoy diciendo
Tu les tiene que ensenar que a esos
Quien maman huevos como es que va anda, tu sabes
Por que yo se que estan hablando mientras
Hablando de lo que tiene uno
Pero que no tiene ellos, tantos habladores
Consterozos que son un poquito malo
Quieren guerra, pues toman un guerra man, go
Bad Boy del corazon

A yo Puff check this out I’m tired of fuckin’ dictating on these
mutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these niggas
you got to keep bubblin’ on em platinum doublin’ on em fuck
these niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an’ they was like
“Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice ” I said yo
he don’t swear he nice he knows he nice.
You Public Enemy number one right now fuck that dash spit
that hydro-ghetto shit,

(Puffy)
Lets go,
thats that beat right here
who should I fear
throw your hand in the air
socialise, get down, let your soouulll lead the way
cause i’m that enemy that you can’t see
who you wanna be, you ain’t shit to me
It ain’t hard for you to get to me
playa, my own dogs, they’ll spit fo me
so if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart
I’ve seen em come and i’ve seen em part
If you ain’t want beef then why did you start?
Front from the light catch shots after dark
suffer duck or you’ll catch these
on the spot, red dots make em all believe
ain’t nobody kicking the rhymes like these
see I do the things that they can’t achieve
so don’t start bassin’ an’ i’ll start pacing
bets on that you’ll be discracing
more hotter than the sun,
I’m living on the run
because i’m Public Enemy number one


Chorus (singing with beat scratching in the background)

one, one, one one,
one, one, one
one, one, one


let me ask you, what you got against me?
is it my girl or is it the Bentley?
is it my house? or maybe its all three
I just came up and you’re all against me
now ask yourself, why is he number one?
now ask yourself, who’s done what he’s done
then ask yourself, you’re fifth of the long run
you think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one
always with God and I don’t swing solo,
never back down when I got a throw dolo
wanna see me out, but I just won’t go though
pretty young thing wanna have my photo
one in the room hangin’ on the wall
in rememberance that I rocked them all
got no time for those that think small
grill me in the club cause they can’t ball
hate shot callers,
hate them ballers,
back in control now I call orders
it’s no fun fleeing under the gun,
because they got me Public Enemy number one

Chorus

All you suckers, liars,
caught at the fires,
wanna infiltrate and break my empire
I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating
giving them the juice thast their not gettin’
a bonafide playa, now who got the flavour
a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer
I’m the life saver, the New york mayor
before you try me, you better say your prayers
my word to the wise is “Do not cry,”
you know that i’m gone then say don’t die
I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme
thought it was over but I crept from behind,
wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind
almost 2000 and running out of time
almost to the point when I wanna bust nines
a lot of straight faces, I can only trust mine
soldiers in positions, all on the front line
don’t make a move till I give them the sign
known as the poetical, lyrical miracle son
because i’m Public Enemy number one

Chorus

Yeah yeah, thats right Puff, Thats what i’m talking about love,
sparklin’ and glisten on thes mutherfuckers, these niggas talkin’
foul like, talking about what you got and what they ain’t got,
they wanna bring you down.

(beat fades)

You preach tolerance but hey, you act like a fascist
Never joke around, if I say ‘nice chick’ I’m a sexist

We sing about respect and unity in our scene
But what I see is p.c. purism, you know what I mean

Politically Correct Piece Of Shit
You kill fun in music, just get out of the pit!

Don’t do that, just leave that,
we don’t tolerate what you just said!

We should fight all -isms but were do we draw the line?
A funny joke about gays or white-trash? To me that’s fine

You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who
aren’t exactly politically correct. Like the other day, I was out walking
my Siberian-American huskies. And you know how canines are: they like to
sniff everything, including each other’s butts. So some guy walks up and
he says, “Man, Get your dog’s ass out of that other dog’s nose!”

So, I replied, “How dare you call them dogs! They’re Siberian-American
huskies. That’s like calling an African-American a Black. Or calling a
Mexican-American a Mexican. Or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!” It
pissed me off so much I got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to
San Francisco!

My bus is broken down
My spirit’s broken too
My girl’s by my side
So I don’t feel so blue
Thirty miles more
To make it to the city
Where junk is king
And the air smells shitty

What a friendly town
It really suits us well
It took some getting used to
That fucking hippy smell
Everyone corrects me
Every time I speak
I’m sick and fucking tired
Of feeling like a stupid L.A. geek

I like it
I like it
I like it
I like it, yes I do

I say it’s not an issue
It doesn’t shed much light
On a global scale
It isn’t worth the fight
The tongue that girl speaks
Is forked to you and me
That bitch has got a problem
I think it’s called P.C.

Here with me
And this price you pay
Just a wishful dream could be blown away
Ask yourself for better or worse
Because what’s the use if it’s just good luck
A black cat has crossed my path
Tell me what’s good luck about that
Chorus:
Hate and greed
Swollen and sweet
Let’s start this misery
If that’s where you wanna be
Fear and love
From down or form up above
Come to me
Come to me
I bet you please
Come set me free
Excuse me please
For my definition
But deeper still are my convictions
Urgently I wait to hear an answer
While I misconduct
A sad lost anthem
An anthem like you have never heard
Have you heard something so absurd
Chorus

Where Did You Come From Lady
And Ooh Won?t You Take Me There
Right Away Won?t You Baby
Tendoroni You?ve Got To Be
Spark My Nature
Sugar Fly With Me
Don?t You Know Now
Is The Perfect Time
We Can Make It Right
Hit The City Lights
Then Tonight Ease The Lovin? Pain
Let Me Take You To The Max

I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin? (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin? Care
And I?ll Take You There
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin? (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin? Care
I?ll Shake You There

Background
Anywhere You Wanna Go

Nothin? Can Stop This Burnin?
Desire To Be With You
Gotta Get To You Baby
Won?t You Come, It?s Emergency
Cool My Fire Yearnin?
Honey, Come Set Me Free
Don?t You Know Now Is The Perfect Time
We Can Dim The Lights
Just To Make It Right
In The Night
Hit The Lovin? Spot
I?ll Give You All That I?ve Got

I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin? (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin? Care
And I?ll Take You There
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin? (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin? Care
I?ll Take You There

Breakdown
Pretty Young Things, Repeat After Me
(Michael) I Said Na Na Na
(P.Y.T.?S) Na Na Na
(Michael) Na Na Na Na
(P.Y.T.?S) Na Na Na Na
(Michael) Na Na Na
(P.Y.T.?S) Na Na Na
(Michael) I Said Na Na Na Na Na
(P.Y.T.?S) Na Na Na Na Na
(Michael) I?ll Take You There

I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin? (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin? Care
And I?ll Take You There
I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)
Pretty Young Thing
You Need Some Lovin? (T.L.C.)
Tender Lovin? Care
I?ll Take You There

Puss? pussy (Control man)
(Here come the drums)

Uh, yeah
Uh

Good mornin’ ladies and gentlemen
Boys and motherfuckin’ girls
This is your captain with no name speakin’
And I’m here 2 rock your world
With a tale that will soon be classic
About a woman U already know
No prostitute she, but the mayor of your brain
Pussy Control

CHORUS:
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh
(Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy Control)
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh
(Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy Control)

Our story begins in a schoolyard
A little girl skipping rope with her friends
A tisket, a tasket, no lunch in her basket
Just school books 4 the fight she would be in
One day over this hoodie
She got beat 4 some clothes and a rep
With her chin up, she scolded “All y’all’s molded
When I’m rich, on your neck I will step”
And step she did 2 the straight A’s
Then college, a master degree
She hired the heifers that jumped her
And made everyone of them work 4 free?
No! Why?
So what if my sisters are triflin’?
They just don’t know
She said “Mama didn’t tell’em what she told me
‘Girl, U need Pussy Control'”

CHORUS

Verse 2
Pussy got bank in her pockets
Before she got dick in her drawers
If brother didn’t have good ‘n’ plenty of his own
In love Pussy never did fall
And this fool named Trick wanna stick her
Uh, talkin’ more shit than a bit
‘Bout how he gonna make Pussy a star
If she come and sing a lick on his hit
Pussy said “Nigga, U crazy if U don’t know
Every woman in the world ain’t a freak (Pussy)
U can go platinum 4 times
Still couldn’t make what I make in a week (Pussy)
So push up on somebody that wanna hear that
Cuz this somebody here don’t wanna know (Pussy)
Boy, U better act like U understand
When U roll with Pussy Control”

CHORUS

Breakdown
(Pussy) {x4}

With one more verse 2 the story
I need another piece of your ear
I wanna hip U all 2 the reason
I’m known as the Player of the Year
Cuz I met this girl named Pussy
At the club – International Balls (Pussy)
She was rollin’ 4-deep
3 sisters and a weepy-eyed white girl drivin’ a Hog
I pulled up right beside her
And my electric top went down (Pussy)
I said “Motherfucker, I know your reputation
And I’m astounded that U’re here
I fear U’re lonely and U want 2 know (Pussy)
A 12 o’clock straight up nigga
That don’t give a shit that U’re Pussy Control
Well I’m that nigga, at least I wanna be
But it’s gonna be hard as hell (Pussy)
2 keep my mind off a body
That would make every rich man want 2 sell, sell, sell
Can I tell U what I’m thinkin’ that U already know?
U need a motherfucker that respects your name”
Now say it, Pussy Control

CHORUS

And the moral of this motherfucker is
Ladies, make’em act like they know
U are, was, and always will be Pussy Control

Aaah, Pussy Control, oh
(Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy Control)

Peace and be wild
Say what, huh?
Oh no, don’t U think about callin’ her a ho
U juvenile delinquent
Best sit your ass down
Talkin’ about Pussy Control
(Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy Control)
Huh, can U dig it?

Aaah, Pussy Control, oh

(Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy Control, oh) {x2}
(Pussy, Pussy, Pussy, Pussy Control) {x2}

Somebody’s thinking that there might be something wrong
Business is sinking and the crew’s been casted off
Nobody’s bailing, nobody’s sailing, but we’re watching it from shore
Nobody’s working and we better work this out

If we could see eye to eye, you could see just exactly who is small
But I do my job and do it well and go to hell for writing on the wall
There’d be enough to go around if I could just get around you
I am not down, my hands are empty, and they’re open and I need something to do

And it makes me wonder who I’m working for
‘Cause I think you know just what I’m looking for
And it makes me wonder who you’re working for

How many children are waiting by your door?
Is this just a job that I’m working for?

You gave me nothing now you’re taking it away
I should be walkin’ and makin’ it easy to ignore but I guess I’d better stay
And I forgave you for all the people you’ve done wrong
Nobody’s working and it’s gone on far too long

And it makes me wonder who you’re working for
‘Cause I think you know just what I’m looking for
And it makes me wonder who I’m working for
How many children are waiting by your door?

Is it just a paycheck I’m fighting for?

[Run] Yo Dee let’s break out we late man, hurry up
[DMC] Alright man let’s go to Poppa Ken’s, get some 40-dogs man
Aiyyo man pull over! {*tires squeal*}
[Run] What for? {*car door*}
[DMC] I gotta take a piss man

[D.M.C.]
I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree, right
I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree..
I pee upon a tree because I drink too much Olde E
And not time, for pee, to come out, on me, so I
I go and pee I go and pee upon a tree, right
I go and pee I go and pee upon a tree.. (buk buk buk)
The people walk by and say, “Aiyy D.M.C.!”
“No no, no no, yo bro it is not me.” right?
I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree, right
I got to pee I got to pee upon a tree..

Awww yeah! All ruffneck rudebwoy hold tight
Just a little somethin for the Jeep
Turn my voice up a little bit and let’s get this started
Comin to you live and direct from the 1986 version
Comin up to 1993
Of course Premier on the beat
Now check it out

The girlies is FREEE EEE cause the crack cost money oh yeah!
I said the girlies is FREEE EEE cause the crack cost money oh yeah!

Ridin one day in a ’92 Beamer
After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer
But look what she did, she went and had a kid — no dad
And just released her ass out the rehab
You think she’d act like she don’t know
She’s still a hoe, but umm check my man for the show
“Hiiiii, DJ K-R-S”
She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up!
She got pissed and said, “You ain’t all that!”
And went and got some other girl schemin for crack
In my car, I couldn’t hear what they spoke about
I hit the ac-celerator and I was out!
I never check my man but I knew the plan
Come to the jam MC’s in there be thinkin they Superman
Sure enough, the place is packed with no breeze
Crazy girls — and wall to wall MC’s
I’m like a cat these MC’s are Fancy Feast
I’m thinkin of rhymes but I’m interrupted by Denise
She said, “Kris I really need a favor honey
My girlfriend here really needs some quick money!”
I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was fly
But I ain’t stupid, she had that LOOK in her eye
I touched her back, she said, “Denise has he got the crack?
Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son”
I said, “How old is your son?” She said, “Three months”
I walked away but my man cold bust her fronts
So she pulled out a gun and shot him in the party
Except for the MC’s, I knew EVERYBODY
She tried to let off a shot, one more time
But got stomped so bad, she turned to wine
No one could find Denise for several weeks
You know the time, on this ’93 beat

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!
I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

I knew a group that had a dope lead singer
Swinger, single guy, that knew his style was fly
After the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppy
But of course, a million girls are in the lobby!
He saw a group of girls hangin out and lookin good
So he took one to his room because he knew he could
Inside the room he said, “Make love to me and never stop”
She said, “Sure, but how’s about a crack rock?”
I knew my man down the hall had it all
So he called, down the hall, but homeboy wasn’t there at all
He turned to the girl and said, “My man ain’t there”
So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right there
Oral sex in effect, or rather deep throat
But just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throat
As he fell back dizzy, he began to choke
She took his wallet and said, “You ain’t broke!”

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!
I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!

* DJ Premier cuts n scratches “Oh yeahhh!” *

Yes Premier you know you rule hip-hop, an’
yes Ced Gee you know you run hip-hop, an’
yes Kenny bwoy you run hip-hop, an’
but KRS-One’ll rock it non-stop!
When I’m Brooklyn, we rulin HIP-HOP!
When I’m in Jersey, we runnin hip-hop
Over in Brazil yes we rulin HIP-HOP!
Over in Germany we rulin hip-hop
But in New York, we rulin y’all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye
In New York, we rulin y’all to-NIGHT!
We come to rock you whether you black or you white
Cause KRS-One, you know I’m never frank, come catch the style

The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!
I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!