[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff)
We gotta go some for the hood that’s on the real
Yeah, this is a public service anouncement from the mathafuckin LBC
Yeah, check this out cuzz, uhm,
Hey yo Goldie Loc
let’s do this for the homies in the hood
The dub, waddup
No disrespect to them other hoods
But this is where I’m from
3-2-1 I can’t cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga row
With my steal I cap home feeling like a O
No he didn’t, yes he did
Bank your chin in her crib
This ain’t no fed
But now he did
On the other side where the cowboys at
Where the brown blast black
And the black blast right back
That’s a fact in the city where I’m from
You betta get ready
Caus here they kitty come cum
Nigga we can dumb on your bitchass
I ain’t trippin caus I’m from the oldschool
And I never hesita to blast
See, we be innin
You gotta beginnin to win
Holla back nigga in 20 minutes
[Goldie Loc]
Gimme your mic and watch me brake these niggas
How they figga
Bustas get shot tryin to plot
Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven
Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven
Mix for licks to double my chips
Some bangers so much I got cheers even go to there
Now back up and watch me stack up my dirt
I steal like G’z when you woke up and it hurt
Watch me try matches no need for no practice
Fuck around and get straight stoned with the package
Dogg get the weed bangin
How the homies feel
If me and you left here for hangin
I feel like givin it up
Caus I’m a young nigga livin it up
Me and Snoop ain’t give a fuck
20 minutes to get your C-walk on
You know I get my ride on all on his own
Check this out dog, you don’t know me shit
You know I respresent the eastside Long Beach with the crip nigga
[Snoop]
Two’s, O’s, fo’s and hoes
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0’s
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes
Deuce, fo’s, hoes and clothes
Nigga only fuckin with the real 2-0’s
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes
[Goldie Loc]
We ride
Sliding of to the eastside
Hoo-ride, to homicide
Rollin in the G-ride
So what yall bustas gon’do
When the pimps, bangers and hustlaz smash on you
One for the money
And too for the sjizzo
I’m lil Goldie Loc that gives a fuck about a hizzo
Three to the fizzo
And five to the sizacks
My nigga snoop dogg gives a fuck about a bi-zitch
Yeah you hearded from me, mmm,
Authograve that ass
Nigga, L-A-L-G
Little Goldie Loc
Goldie locks the same thang
Smashing for the hood caus I wanted to gangbang
Will I change
Hell nah nigga
Quick to jack that ass to make my bank roll bigga
[Snoop Dogg]
Trip
I shot em down
I shot em , shot em down
And if the too damn big
Then I cut em , cut em down
Nigga where the pound
Hell yeah I’m from the pound
Nigga how that sound
Dogg pound bounce
I got homies from the dub that bang everyday
I got homies from the hood that do the same all day
I keep my feet real close to the street
And keep my hands real close to the heat
I’m not descreet when it comes to the dogg
I’m a real O like eight-ball
We C now us by the gangbangin
Crackslangin, entertain us
Sippin silver set not to contain us
Askin which one of yall niggas wanna scrap
We can do it G-style
Mathafucker strap
Just like I tought nigga
You got caught
Ol’bitchass nigga droppin all that soul
You see, first thangs first when your a grown man
You gotta get up, get out and get your own man
See, I don’t owe you and you don’t owe me
It’s 1999 I’m the OG
Respect your G’z is what my homies told me
S
20,000 seconds since you’ve left and I’m still counting
And 20,000 reasons to get up, get something done
But I’m still waiting
Is someone kind enough to
Pick me up and give me food, assure me that the world is good
But you should be here, you should be here
How colors can change and even the texture of the rain
And what’s that ugly little stain on the bathroom floor
I’d rather not deal with that right now
I’d rather be floating in space somewhere or
Worry about the ozone layer
And it’s almost like a corny movie scene
But I’m out of frame and the lighting’s bad
And the music has no theme
And we’re all so strong when nothing’s wrong
And the world is at our feet
But how small we are when our love is far away
And all you need is you |
Went out today
to try and phone you
I guess you didn’t
recognize my call
the lady on your end
said you got caller I.D.
and I’m feeling sorry
that you’ve been
woken up so much
and I’m feeling guilty
just talk to me
please talk to me
I hardly know you
is it too late to even try
I want to know you
another twenty cent goodbye
I found a pay phone
and it’s busted
another broken hearted fool
but still I pick up the receiver
my lips are touching
someone’s drool
please make this worth it
you’re all I’m thinking of today
I know you’re worth it
just talk to me
please talk to me
goodbye
another twenty cent goodbye
another twenty cents
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She’s a slip of a girl to be out of school
She’s a product of apartheid
She won her spurs under minority rule
She’s a product of apartheid
Afrikaners run the best
In bare feet and British vest
“She’s a slip of a girl but at least she’s white”
“She’s a slip of a girl but at least she’s white”
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When I think of all I put you through
Always taking you for granted
I never saw it from your point of view
Blinded by the double standard
You were tryin’ to tell me all along
Something in the love was missing
You said “It’s not too late to get it back”
But I just wasn’t listening
If I knew back then what I know now
If I understood the what , when , why and how
Now it’s clear to me
What I should have done
But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Now I see it in a different light
I’ve been losin’ you in stages
Give us one more chance
I’ll get it right
Girl , you’re gonna see some changes
If I knew back then what I know now
If i understood the what , when , why and how
Now it’s clear to me
What I should have done
But hindsight is 20/20 vision
Takin’ time to catch up on some history
Tryin’ to figure out what went wrong
with you and me
And it doesn’t really matter
what’s been before
But I know there’s no future
with you walkin’ out that door |
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let’s do it 25 policemen all in a row
Can’t stop the party people – Go go go
If U can’t beat ’em join ’em baby say so
It’s party time everybody come on lets go Fly with me
200 balloons (Let’s do it) Blowing down the city colder than ice
I think U better love me ‘cuz I’m really kind of nice
If U do me once girl U have 2 do me twice
Wave your hand if U wanna party tonight Come on everybody
200 balloons Everybody sing it
Fly with me (Let’s do it)
Come on baby fly with me (Let’s do it)
Fly with me (Let’s do it)
Come on baby fly with me I’ll buy U love if I got
200 balloons (Let’s do it) Tell me that U love me and I’ll buy U a fancy car
I made U a couple of times and so U made me a star
So take me 4 what I’m worth, love me 4 what I are
(Do, do) The Partyman, I take U way far Come on y’all
200 balloons Who’s gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let’s do it Let’s do it
Let’s do it Let’s do it It’s party time y’all
200 balloons
(Do it) Don’t stop me now
(Do it {Poet}) My life has just begun
(Do it) Rave, unto the joy y’all (Do it)
The only one don’t try to stop me (Do it) Fly with me (Do it)
(Do it 200 Do it 200 Do it)
Fly with me
Come on fly with me It’s party time y’all
200 balloons (Let’s do it)
200 balloons
(Let’s do it) (Fly with me)
200 balloons
Let’s do it Let’s do it Hey, its been good!
Fly Fly
Fly with me (200 balloons)
Come on baby fly with me (Let’s do it)
Fly with me
200 balloons
(Let’s do it)
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Let’s do it [(?) (?)] Get (Do it, Do it) Get your house in order
(Do it, Do it) Get your (?), Get your (?) (200 balloons)
Get your house in, Get your house in
Get your hou’, Get your, Get Get Get Get (Fly)
(Oh yeah) Your house in order
Fly with me (200)
Let’s do it
Get your house in order
200 balloons
Get your, Get your (Let’s do it) Turn your heads to the east
I’ll be coming from the west
Ain’t no stoppin’ me baby
‘Cause I’m the best (200)
Cry Cry Cry
I love it when U moan
This funk will cut so deep
Gonna touch your soul, oh (200 balloons) (Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it)
My funk is multilayered (I just)
Don’t stop me now (I just)
I got a fever pumpin’
Don’t stop me now I’ll make love to U (I just)
[Ain’t day…sea to sea] (I just)
I got a warehouse full of protection, 2 times
Good lord (200 balloons) I wanna be your (Rave) busy bee
I’ll be your busy bee
Come on queen… (Rave, 200, 200, Rave, 200 balloons) (Let’s do, let’s, let’s do it)
(Rave, Fly with me)
(Fly with me {200} {Rave} {200} Fly with me}) (200 {Let’s do it} balloons)
Rave, unto the joy fantastic, Rave
(Let’s do it) […] Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
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[Canibus]
Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconcious and talk shit
In bare-knuckle boxin’, speed is the object
Weavin’ and dodgin’ with defensive blockin’
So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin
The beautiful blend of power and strength
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga,
Lyrically hurt a nigga,
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga,
Kennedy curse a nigga,
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man?
Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man
It’s been a long time,
I shouldn’t have left you,
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y’all (C’mon!!) I roast y’all (C’mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
It’s been a long time,
I shouldn’t have left you,
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y’all (C’mon!!) I roast y’all (C’mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
[Canibus]
Yo! I spit for it (lie for it!)
Live for it (die for it!)
Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it
If I’m handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it
I’ma blow trial and do the federal time for it
you mad at the last album, I apologise for it,
Yo, I can’t call it, motherfuckin’ Wyclef spoiled it,
But this time for 99 I got 5 on it
You should double up and put a dime on it,
Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it
I’ma shine on it,
Watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it
Watch people call a request line for it
Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it
Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it
12 O’Clock in the morning you’ll be standin on line for it
I’m a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it
Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it
[Canibus]
Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip shit when I spit shit
Father forgive Bis,
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
Coz they sounded like idiots
They went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millenium they’ll probably be wearin’ Iridium
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they’d probably cum helium
Y’all niggaz can’t be serious,I was nice before ice
Before Christ, before the words let there be light
And a light took over the night
I was born with a mic
Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life
Took this rap shit to new heights
Before the Wright brothers took flight
Before dog fightin’ and aerial strikes
Before MC’s picked up pens and started to write
Before promotional marketin and posterlights
The Can-I-Bus’ll bust up mics
Punch out lights
Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight
For the title bought fight
Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track for half price
The Canibus is too nice
Gimme that mic!
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Sun turnin’ ’round with graceful motion
We’re setting off with soft explosion
Bound for a star with fiery oceans
It’s so very lonely, you’re a hundred light years from home
Freezing red deserts turn to dark
Energy here in every part
It’s so very lonely, you’re six hundred light years from home
It’s so very lonely, you’re a thousand light years from home
It’s so very lonely, you’re a thousand light years from home
Bell flight fourteen you now can land
See you on Aldebaran, safe on the green desert sand
It’s so very lonely, you’re two thousand light years from home
It’s so very lonely, you’re two thousand light years from home
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Well, my name is a number
A piece of plastic film
And I’m growin’ funny flowers
In my little window sill
Dont you know I’m a 2000 man
And my kids, they just don’t understand me at all
Well my wife still respects me
I really misused her
I am having an affair
With the random computer
Don’t you know I’m a 2000 man
And my kids, they just don’t understand me at all
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy, proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, your brain’s still flashin’
Like it did when you were young
Or do you come down crashin’
Seeing all the things you’d done
All was a big put on
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your son
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your sun
Oh daddy, proud of your planet
Oh mummy. proud of your sun
And you know who’s the 2000 man
And your kids they just won’t understand you at all
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