Šta je novo?
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"Wet Wipes"


Killa, Killa, Killa, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

[Verse 1]
Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine
I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines
Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out
Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house
Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line
Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine
Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine
Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline
Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame
See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change
Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe
Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe
That was her boo, yes sir true
But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue
His ex wife, a new sex life
But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes

[Hook]
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
I see your head lights, they lookin dead nice
They got me sayin
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

[Verse 2]
They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal
Honored the honesty mommy illage villa I promise you
I come once a year, I'm like the carnival
They all talk about me, call him Donahue
It's the don in you, nope it's the Kris in me
The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b
Yes Sicily ricery, don't mean shit to me
Get with me physically, mentally, literally
My henchmen, they lynch men
They apply the appliances the wrench-men
That's sense ten, I've been attendin
Plaintiff, defendant, sentence, independence
But it was said right, I was dead nice
And I'm dead wrong, but you'll die dead right
This red ice, chicken wings red rice
But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Y'all niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal
Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real
No singer b, sling Heavy D
Ready rock, killa cop, steady b
Stay steady please, say I bet he squeeze
I ain't on it tonight, I need head for sheez
I don't care if your Japanese, Lebanese
Chinese, Siamese, just be from the seven seas
I was wrapin a L, I got trapped in a smell
Perfume, bag, hat, all matchin Chenelle
Ohh you a baler boo, how tall are you
5'6" 150, I need all of you
She had a candy chocha, como te llamo Josa
Lets meet her family, let me hit, Sammy Sosa
I know you first class, I'm a jet flight
No take off, first get ya wet wipes

[Hook - 2X]
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"What's Poppin' Thun"
(performed with Prodigy)



[Prodigy:]
What's poppin thun
What's poppin thun
What's poppin thun
What's poppin thun

What's poppin thun... nuttin but that brand new shit
What's poppin thun... nuttin but that cash on the bed
What's poppin thun... it's nuttin but that food, that bread
What's poppin thun... nuttin but my gun on your head

Smoke game Cambodian, doly in the Benz
Turnin up the sounds of 2006
This the future of rap, I'll give you a glimpse of this
So you can be ahead of the game, and impress your friends
Bumpy Johnson and Dutch Schultz, we blowin up hoods
This is theme music my nig, you wake up to it
Get dressed, throw on your gun and Jacob to it
Ladies throw on they pumps and makeup to it
You can grill all you want...
But when that light turn green, I'mma go from 0 to 60
In like 3.9, my thun told me shine baby shine
So I get it like I'm out of my mind
Man I did that already, I'm ahead of my time
I'm on some new shit now, if it ain't money I ain't budgin
Cause my hammer do the buckin {*blam*} over dumb shit
I gotta move right niggas want it with the kid
You can't touch me boy my roots is too thick
And run deep in the dirt, I'll give you the business
Well my crib say "Welcome" on the mat
So you can lay in the bushes, 'til your feet drenched
But you gon' have a hard time tryin to find which one I'm in
And which state I'm in, P the fuckin rocket man
Don't matter it's the hot shit, for that moment
P shit is timeless, he keep goin

What's poppin thun... nuttin but that brand new shit
What's poppin thun... nuttin but that cash on the bed
What's poppin thun... it's nuttin but that food, that bread
What's poppin thun... nuttin but my gun on your head

{A-A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist}
"You better check the files..." [echoes]
"Mixed with the A-L-C"
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"When It Comes To Beef"
(performed with Mobb Deep feat. I-20)



[Prodigy:]
Yeah, so what we gon' do here is break this thing down, you know?
Simplify this shit for these stupid ass niggas out here
'Cause you know niggas is stupid, son
So we gon' do this shit like this, son
(Alchemist) Ayo...

You would wanna respect my team, it's no dream
Guns with the blue beam, we tear apart things
Body parts get ripped, clothing get torn
When you see my niggas battle, fuck down, it's on
Right now in the presence of thugs, my flesh and my bone
Will be the proof we still living this, homes
Don't make me have to show my grizzly, for getting busy
Like Cousin Craig caught them bodies at Wendy's
No liquor could amp me up with drugs and such (You know)
I'm naturally born for this, dunn
Rap with killers, about murders that took place
Laugh with bananas niggas about homicides and things
Watch out now, pardon my chain
I know my shit bulky, but it's just part of my game
Jewelry like the Juice Crew in the '80s, mad weight
My niggas is untouchable, you can't eat

[I-20:]
Real niggas feel niggas when it comes to the beef
It be the Mobb and y'all niggas know who running the streets
We give a fuck, do what you must to survive
'Cause the beast is hungry and these streets'll eat you alive
Real niggas feel niggas when it comes to the beef
It be the Mobb and y'all niggas know who running the streets
We give a fuck, do what you must to survive
'Cause the beast is hungry and these streets'll eat you alive

[Havoc:]
Yo, it's that real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit, true
Most of my niggas is guerrillas, they career criminals
The foulest individuals that you would ever cross paths with
Think of it as a blessing if you only get that ass kicked
I got a vision, most of y'all niggas too short-sighted to see it
Start a riot then leave it
Like Sealy Posturepedic, I lay 'em down with that four-fever
Fuck your favorite diva, have her going 'round and 'round
I know you love the way it's going down
Mobb is back up in this bitch, muthafucka, what now?
The H-A-V-the O-the C
That's word to me, y'all niggas is pussy
In need of a tampon, niggas'll be bleeding heavy
Know that thing'll tear his ass to confetti
Put him to beddy, know my gangsta overflows the levee
Call in the National Guard way my flow so deadly, nigga
(Shit is deadly, son) Yeah, you heard me, nigga
Havoc's too much, skills is unearthly, nigga

[I-20:]
Real niggas feel niggas when it comes to the beef
It be the Mobb and y'all niggas know who running the streets
We give a fuck, do what you must to survive
'Cause the beast is hungry and these streets'll eat you alive
Real niggas feel niggas when it comes to the beef
It be the Mobb and y'all niggas know who running the streets
We give a fuck, do what you must to survive
'Cause the beast is hungry and these streets'll eat you alive

[Prodigy:]
As I take big pulls from the back of the spliff
Looking at everything around me, I itch
For a nigga to step from under they rock with dumb shit
Niggas see us, dunn, they better humble up quick
They wanna cut at me, they better hit something
Bullets hitting my Jeep just ain't gon' be enough, man
You niggas is babies compared to my thug
Y'all niggas talk too much, they snitching on us

[I-20:]
Yeah, First Infantry, Mobb Deep
Mr. I-20, Disturbing Tha muthafuckin' Peace
IM3, my nigga Alchemist
For all you studio gangstas talking real thorough on wax

Real niggas feel niggas when it comes to the beef
It be the Mobb and y'all niggas know who running the streets
We give a fuck, do what you must to survive
'Cause the beast is hungry and these streets'll eat you alive
Real niggas feel niggas when it comes to the beef
It be the Mobb and y'all niggas know who running the streets
We give a fuck, do what you must to survive
'Cause the beast is hungry and these streets'll eat you alive
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"Where Can We Go"
(feat. Devin The Dude)



Where can we go

[Devin the Dude:]
Don't even tease me like that girl
I wanna holla at you to, but man you know you gotta man
It' s too close to home, it's too close for comfort girl
Anyway man, I wouldn't even... yo check it out

Where can we go, and nobody would know
What can we do, without them seein' me & you
What will we say when we finish fuckin' at the end of the day
Where can we go... we can't go nowhere

We can't go nowhere we can't even think about it
We might as well just chill talk on the phone
Cause there ain't no use goin' out in public
Unless you sayin' fuck it and let everyone know

Yo we gotta keep it safe
Cause if he knew we were together he'll be all off in your face
Wonderin' what happened with us, drillin' you with questions
You can save yourself from hurt feelings and the fussin'
Now you know I'm involved too
So I thought you would agree with what I'm sayin'
We can't go around playin' with these peoples hearts
We can't be sneakin' off in these streets creepin'
Without at least one your friends peekin'
It's felony, yellin' and tellin' your man
And me and him is cool so he wouldn't understand
Yo, I got respect for my dawg
But I keep having visions of him naked and all
I shoudna told you that but it's a fact
I put this thang up in your back
Girl, you woudn't know how to act...
But we, both know that it's wrong
So we might as well just leave it alone

Where can we go, and nobody would know
What can we do, without them seein' me & you
What will we say when we finish fuckin' at the end of the day
Where can we go... we can't go nowhere

Where can we go

We can't go nowhere, we can't do nothing
We can't go nowhere, we can't do nothing

Now I can only imagine havin' ya legs and that ass
And you screamin' out... ya but see that wouldn't be fair
And is it really worth it, you woundn't feel guilty at all
And know I will when my gal wash my filthy draws
Maybe we should all go out together, give 'em room to slip
And when they stare at each other we'll have a reason to trip
But, nah, that plan ain't cool
Cause if they hook up with each other we'll look like fools
Check it out, let's just have phone sex
I get your thong wet, you can get my bone erect
But that's cheatin ourselves, and see I wanna be pleased
I wanna slide in and slide out with ease
You tell me that your lonely, and I can come save ya
I thought about it, shit but you got some nosy neibours
We can take a chance but we just might lose
But where can we go what can we do

Where can we go, and nobody would know
What can we do, without them seein' me & you
What will we say when we finish fuckin' at the end of the day
Where can we go... we can't go nowhere

We can't go nowhere, we can't do nothing
We can't go nowhere, we can't do nothing
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"Who Is He? (I Believe)"


The reason you lift your hands is because you already believe
You're saying "I believe"

You're saying "I believe"

Everybody's got to know who Jesus is
Who Jesus is
Everybody's got to know (they're crying)
Who Jesus is
Don't you think they ought to know?
Who Jesus is
The thing that holds me back
The thing that holds me back from making a real connection to Jesus Christ
Is all the questions I have about the guy
I'm young, most of my life is still ahead of me
If I make Jesus everything in my life
It'd be like giving him a... a blank cheque
I'd like to see it filled in first
I mean... I think I can change it
The reason you lift your head is because you already believe
You're saying I believe, you know
And we're just giving you the opportunity to confess
And before a man who sees you a little guy in the back
Little guy, I mean not a midget he's a, he's a child
I mean... I wouldn't want anyone to think I was offending a midget
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"Willie Lloyd"


Can't tell me a motha fuckin' thing, bruh
Yeah, straight from hood like
Yeah, had my nets on this devil, yeah
Yeah, show them niggas
Told them niggas, I'ma show them niggas, what up
Yeah, told them niggas and I show them niggas, where at
Yeah, told them niggas and I show them niggas, where at
Ugh, yeah

Straight out the sewer like house effects
Which one of you fuck niggas want it next
In my dreams I see faces of death
I'ma pray for you hoes, get your Rosary, cross your chest
Your soprano can't fade me like Thanos
I just chipped a whole damn piano up out the west
Hit Chicago up, might fuck around ball out like baller
And go put 500 thangs on the jet
I just picked up 500 thangs on the strip
Nigga rap with a 100 hundred pack in the Lyft
OG niggas they told me that they see me movin'
That they had the hookers in '96
Black Tony told 'em Chichi get the ye
Line of scrimmage, Peyton Manning, switch the play
Pour the up holy water all up in the Jesus piece
Wash a real nigga's sins away
Yeah, took it from the devil's mouth
I hammer nets on the roof of the devil's house
Chop a dime bag or chop with the metal out
Percocet, weed and codeine brought the devil out
Brought coke in momma house, let the devil in
Dropped us a zip, took on off, ain't gone never win
I'm so sick of these fuckin' rap groupies
I need to find some good pussy to settle in
Hit my plug with the strap, pussy boy
Wanna jack up the pack and a nigga can't settle for it
I just hit her to death
All he do is smoke wet on the steps
And a nigga might hit 'em for it
Six figures, most niggas never saw it
Almighty dollar, nigga can't ignore it
Light, gas bill, nigga can't afford it
Put him on that wet and even wet 'em for it
Yeah
Fed ball rollin', guess me chuckin' up the vodka, locos
Bitch, I run the deck like Willie Lloyd
A nigga got the fans and the feds takin' photos
Know we say we'll load 'em, when you see the logo
Made a half a milli off of Motorola
Percy Miller with the bakin' soda
Silk the Shocker a rock, I guess he murdered moguls
I'm a giant, niggas standin' on my shoulders
Gave them niggas game, now they throwin' shade

I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a nigga name
Finna load this heat seekers and the guage
Drugs loaded in me when I hit the stage
And the Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a nigga name
Nigga what

I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a nigga name
Nigga what, yeah
Yeah, big dough up on you, wrap it nigga
Bout to zip a pack and then it's automatic
Nigga what
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"Words From Un"
(performed with Un Pacino)



[Un Pacino:]
You probably visioning trains arriving
I'm at the Amtrak station, two lanes divided with a dude
Nothin', my destination is MIA
Tell conductor please move it" like something was in my way
When I get there, I'm probably gon' rent me a Lamb
And blow a blunt to the kief that go 50 a gram
I'm a beast, when I step in the booth, it's fire flame
Confidence to sell more records than who? Shania Twain
Even niggas in the Dirty'll tell you I'm fire, man
Bang the thing and still send 'em to see where sirens came, yeah

I ain't going nowhere, I'm here, 11692, Far guru

Like, I dare one of you niggas to point me out
I've been doing this before Omni points was out
And niggas had brick sales and beepers and shit
Manila back weed, cleat Adidas and shit
Eva Mendes I'm fiending to rip, she in the plans
And I'm very ambidextrous with guns with either hand
You gotta beat the man in order to be the man
So I definitely want a slice of the pie, I'm a pizza man, yeah

You know I definitely want a slice of the pie, top of New York
You know what it is, H-dubb, bang bang Cocaine Gang

It ain't over, it's more beat left
In school I got smarter than y'all, I dumped recess
Plus I spit harder than y'all, I'm from the p'jects
Y'all a bunch of suburb niggas, the same three steps
You hang with fags, I bang the mag
And leave a loud impact like a train had crashed
I'm tired of selling coke these days
So I'ma retire out in Cali with Oakley shades
I'm talking Charles Oakley paid
Let's put the bricks together and have a big coke parade

Yo, my moms ain't raise no punk, nigga
Let's get it done, what?

Nigga, shout for all my niggas that pop and hold the tear down
(What up with Z?) My nigga been gone a couple years now
Truly did it, got top from bougie bitches
Don't do 'em 'cause the Mac can't fit in the Tru Religions
You damn right I keep the Phil Simms on me
How you sold a couple million and go Will Smith on me?
You do good, but nigga, I do great
You niggas do Aryan Black, I do great
I could put a thousand bars down straight in two takes
X tape on the glass of the booth, it might break
(What it cost to Red Monkey the jeans?) Like eight
I stay double strapped like a pair of them I8's
You fear that you might break, be considered a failure
The whip sitting on Jacksons and I call 'em Mahalia (Dubs)
It's only right I big my clique
You can tell I got balls, look how big my dick
Catch me in Nagasaki sipping sake and raw fish
I think I'm 'bout ready to start, let's record this

Yeah, it's over now; look what you started...
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"Y.N.T."
(feat. Domo Genesis)



[Prodigy:]
Got 16 on the hip
Pretty little things in the whip
'Bout to take a ride, get lit
Episodes of some young hustlas, we thuggin'

[Domo Genesis:]
Get it higher 'til my head pop
I keep my soul deadstock
Never bought, often imitated, life is still a bitch
You gotta strip her naked
Do more than just give and takin'
They send me haters, I exhibit patience
Smokin' reverations, act a donkey off my 40 acres
Snortin' life into my worries, numb their faces
That's your dream, you better fuckin' chase it
Passed the fuckin' phase
I'm stuck and at the almost made it
Still confident but never been a favorite
Those Complex Mags say that I'm underrated
I take it, and try to make it into ambition
My new position
Is in my view with each of you that listens
See my vision turned to fruition
Say my name, I'm overdue for mentions

[Prodigy:]
Got 16 on the hip
Pretty little things in the whip
'Bout to take a ride, get lit
Episodes of some young hustlas, we thuggin'

Nigga if you ain't ready to make a body drop
Then get out the car Trey, you don't need to ride
I'mma find these niggas and take 'em real far
Deep space, they be sleep for a while, dig it
Henny remix, a pinch of MDMA
Nigga came in saucy, left out shitty
Cause I brought the 3-5 out the house with me
At the periodic table, countin' Benji's
Nobody talkin' to me, nobody takin' pictures
You a fan? Name a song on my new album
And buy my shit, you dummy motherfucker
I'm not these other niggas, a mandatory rap listen
Got mami with the gun up there
In pussy wrapped up with saran wrap
Clap through then I boogie to the next episode
Like my nigga Nate Dogg
Through a 40 bottle in the air, then break y'all

Got 16 on the hip
Pretty little things in the whip
'Bout to take a ride, get lit
Episodes of some young hustlas, we thuggin'

Got 16 on the hip
Pretty little things in the whip
'Bout to take a ride, get lit
Episodes of some young hustlas, we thuggin'
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"Yacht Rock (Side A)"
(feat. Action Bronson, Oh No & Roc Marciano)



[Intro:]
Tad, slow down man!
You gon' fuckin' crash the Boat!
I don't give a fuck, it's my Dad's Boat
I don't give a shit
You such an asshole

[Action Bronson:]
Start the engine, shift the throttle
Open up the cooler, grab a bud
By the neck of the Bottle
I'm shirtless. We going Marlin fishin'
Trying to capture all the creatures Charles Darwin envisioned
Dive off the back, choke a Shark
The shoes are made from Noah's Ark
And plus the weed smell just like a Jewish fart
Got this long, white dick to rip your boo apart
Kick a hole right through the Van Gogh, ruin art
I see a sandbar, drop the anchor
Who really give a fuck about this boat my Dad's a Banker
Got some Asian sex slaves in the weight room
Coke inside the sanka
The all-white wind breakers
It's Me

[Sample - British Guy:]
And down the Board
There seems to be other bedrooms
There are two twin rooms
Such as this one...
It's a Lifestyle

[Roc Marciano:]
Yeah, you got it, you got it!
Reel it in! You got it!

Call your bluff. Ford Tough
The waters is rough
The storm rock the boat
I hope it's strong enough
Steer the vessel. Successful
Wet suit. Wheel in the Whale, tear the head loose
Waterproof boots. Toss a couple slaves in a hairdo
Stare at the waves from the aerial view
Prepare the Animal
It's written in the manual
The flannel is blue. I'm a sailor
Lord & Taylor. Import the fish from Venezuela
Predict the weather
Egyptian knits, sweaters, Carreras
Sea Dwellers. Sweet relish
These are the treasures
I was pleased when my penis was measured
It was leverage
A rich beverage. Twist the hedges
I fished in the crisp Chris Webbers
Marc, nigga
Yacht Rock
Christopher Cross shit, boss shit

[Sample:]
And if you think you can control the sea
Like a 747, I'm afraid for you
The sea is a wondrous, mysterious, dangerous lady
She'll make you rich
Or feed you to the fishes

[Oh No:]
Uh. You headed for some rocky turbulence
So, follow the flow and however the current is
The Imperfectness. A perfect Storm, the weather
My service is a serpent born, sitting Impervious
Look, None shall pass the Great Wave
I'll crack your lame boat like Crab legs
All because some damn rain
Pfft. I'll hit the charts like a hurricane
Ya'll decks ain't, never prepared
They in a nervous state
I hope y'all got a grip
Your ship's hit a little glacier tip
I'm on your CB talkin' shit
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.695
"Yacht Rock (Side B)"
(feat. Blu, Chuck Inglish & Big Twins)



[Big Twinz:]
We on a Yacht, celebrating non-stop
Burning pot, thinking 'bout the journey to the top
We on the grind. Ah, who knew this shit'll pop
I didn't see it. It's like my mind had it blocked
Now we hot. Still to this day up shocked
Shorty flop, ready to jump right on the spot
'Bout money, swingin' till my man ops?
Stay focused, keep the rare words of my pops
Them niggas gon' hate, done till the day I drop
I don't worry 'bout a nine in the Stare? spot

[Chuck Inglish:]
Colours, Nardees with the buckets
Shorts with the Tims like, fuck it
Real foreign and the sports look rugged
So I tanned in the oven
Hardaway, Chris Mullin in the hallway
Getting money, get away when it's sunny
Feeling lovely, the ball fades for the summer
Brush waves, book pays, get it done, then we pumping
Ride around in the Saab 900
New Balance for the runners
Tanning with the honeys, at the stand to get lunch
Chop Salad with the onions, out weird tryna function
Shooting Dice with the loved ones

[Blu:]
(Damn, I couldn't even sway to it)
Bubble coats, tell coach I need the boat
And seldom let us float, so dope with no smoke
Murder she wrote, had her burner revoked (decide)
Couldn't compose it over burgers and coke
Ayo, pompously I approached her whole modesty
Novelty like a page out of poverty that I wrote
I told her I was dope (word up)
Yo, she didn't believe me. She was Stevie
 
Top