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Tossed Up (Mean Green)




featuring UGK

[Pimp C] (Bun b)
uhhh
hol up..smoke something bitch
keep your mind on your money (keep my mind on my money)
I represent UGK river know what I'm talking bout (black owned)
independent and black owned (smoked up)
smoke on something
so get your mind right

uhhh I'm young mother** sweet jones
pimpin the six
gotta yellow bone bitch cooking me serving bricks
since I was 17 I've been a legend in texas
screaming ** the police and blowing dough in the lexus
I saw your video nigga, you're slow and sloppy
spent 500,000 on a carbon copy
while I was smoking with the young soldiers in the caddy
yall ** off your money trying to be puff daddy
i'm a OG rock baller
I know some nigga that a bust 17 off in your impala
you ** them hoes and pay em top dollar
I'm still down with lil J I gotta the money and the ** power
bitch

chorus x 2
now all you niggas talking shit you getting tossed up
and all of these hoes that's on the dick they getting tossed up
we got them cookies and them bricks they getting tossed up
so don't you be bout nothing slick you getting tossed up

[verse 2]
yall niggas done **ed up and called up some treal niggas
niggas who ain't scared to put 6 in your Hilfiger
deal wit a nigga like a swisha and split him down the middle
remind a mother**er who the real hard hitter
gold diggers for cheese jealous and in keys keeping berretas
for them playing hating fellas what the ** can you tell us
driving benzs with mo mos hoes ** our toes
cause they know we the niggas roll with all the goddamn dough
I cook a quarter pound of blow sell it for 44
selling ounces for 5.50 caught you 12 at your door
it's smitty the pimp dope pro hoe I know the rules
the early bird gets the bread if you snooze you lose

chorus x 2

[Bun -B]
you done pushed the panic button
now we taking it all like a glutton
any tripping we cutting so listen it's bubby hutton
now any hoe that snort in here you can catch the nuttin
we synonymous with a rock like charles s dutton our prophecies
now wasn't you that sudsucker
talking shit with that funky bitch up in that fuddruckers
you best to be a mud ducker, I'm a thug bucker
and I got one specially designed for all you mother**ers
we love ruckus, wanna shuck and jive
but when I came through with that four to the ** five
niggas duck and dive ?????
what a ** liar
bitch ain't no time to get flossed up
I'm sauced up you said it cost what woooo-d

chorus x 4

Jesus Hairdo (The Charlatans)

Leave us, I'm in heaven and
I can't believe I'm watching you
When everything you float upon
Comes down to soon

Jesus hairdo
I mean we all live in America
And if everything you say is true,
It's bad tv

And you shine like a star
And you shine like a genius

Fix our hands together
When I surf another wave comes right
Don't wanna cry, know what I need
Oh choose your words

Jesus Hairdo
I mean we all live in America
And it's hard to know reality
When you don't have a life

Sing your song whenever
Can't you see you're catchin' something I need
Get yourself together now you're coming,
Coming out of the phase

The Motel Room (Frank Zappa)

(Leaving in fifteen minutes, Frank
I've never been underwear!)
Funny
(Fantastic! The world were meant for you
Hey men, anyone checked out that show that's on called TV
Yeah show
TV around the world, a BBC show the lowest)

Carolina (Josh Rouse)

Down in Tennessee
Sits a girl alone
She sings along with her favorite songs on the radio

Only friends she sees
Are on TV
Magazine and movie stars are her only family
Yeah they’re all she needs

Carolina's so
Happy on the outside
She keeps frowning inside

In the Nashville sky
Shines a diamond bright
Carolina says it’s for the boys after midnight
She drifts off to sleep
And in her dreams
She lives in California in a mansion by the sea
Yeah that’s who she could be

Carolina's so
Happy on the outside
She keeps frowning inside

Carolina's so
Happy on the outside
She keeps frowning inside

And then she wakes to find out
Her dream is real (It's real)
It’s real (It’s real)
It’s real (It’s real)
It’s real

Carolina's so
Happy on the outside
And now she's smiling inside

Smiling inside (Inside)
Smiling inside (Inside)
Smiling inside (Inside)
Smiling inside

Sensee Party (Eek-A-Mouse)

Beng geng beng-a-geng geng geng geng (2x)
All day, all night in da party
Ev'ryone smokin' sensemil, now
Dey me sight in anada corner
De natty dread 'im jus' a rock wid him dawta
Beng geng beng-a-geng geng geng geng (2x)

Some a tek another fi dem dinner
Some a tek another fi dem lunch-a
Some a tek another fi dem breakfas'-a
Ev'ryone a dem sensemil, now
Beng geng beng-a-geng geng geng geng (2x)

Dem say, a' sensee party
Ev'ry one a jump like dem hearty
'ere come de natty dreadie
Some a dem say 'im name Freddie
'im seh 'im smoke sensee long time a'ready, ey
Beng geng beng-a-geng geng geng geng (2x)

'ere comes dat Jamaican dawta
de gal jus' a chat Patois, ey
Lord a God, party sensemil nah sa' , ey
Beng geng beng-a-geng geng geng geng (2x)

All day, all night in da party
Ev'ryone smokin' sensemil, now
Beng beg-a-geng geng geng geng (2x)
Some a tek it fi dem dinner,
De good, good sensemil, now
'ere comes dat dreadlocks' dawta
She just come inna de area
Beng geg-a-geng geng geng geng (2x)

Dey me sight in anada corner
De natty dread 'im jus' a rock him dawta, ey
Beng geg-a-geng geng geng geng (2x)

'ere comes dat Jamaican gal, sir
De gal jus' a chat pure Patois
Lord a God whey de sensemil nah sa'
Beng geng geg-a-geng geng geng geng (4x)

All day, all night in da party
Ev'ryone jus' a jump so 'earty
Ev'rybody dem feelin' a'mighty
Beng geng geg-a-geng geng geng geng
Ev'rybody jus' a-smokin' sensee
Beng geg-a-geng geng geng sensee
Beng geng geg-a-geng geng geng geng...

JC (Powderfinger)

Jesus Christ,
What name do you go by now
For time is passing with the wind
Blows new decrees

Canned for life
Your used by date is faded
and followers of you
Now watch tv

What could I do

And tonight your dress is looking shaded
The colors don't seem to captivate
Count the loss
I see you're moving on now
Pressures off
No more people to drag you down

What could I do

On my own I stand **
Jesus Christ
Don't look at me that way

Where'd You Go (Mighty Mighty Bosstones)

Checked the clock when I got home
And realized I was alone
Sat for hours by the window
Wonderin' where did you go?
Couldn't eat or sleep at all
Took the pictures off the wall
Paced the place as time moves slow
And I'm wondering where did you go?
Where'd you go? Where'd you go?
I wanna know

Lit a cigarette I couldn't smoke
Wound the clock until it broke
Went to bed then took a shower
Stared at TV for an hour
Did the dishes, made the bed
Read a book I've never read
Any minute you will show
And I'm wondering where did you go?
Where'd you go? Where'd you go?
I wanna know

Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?

And played a tape I couldn't hear
Emptiness began to grow
and I'm wondering where did you go?
Watched the sun come up from the back stairs
Thought about the last few years
I lost control, I screamed, I cried
I punched a pole and went inside

Packed my things called a friend
Wished this emptiness would end
Wrote a note then tore it up
Poured the beer into a cup
Sat on the couch, drank it slow
Wondering where did you go?
I realized I couldn't stay
Grabbed my things and I went away
Where'd you go? Where'd you go?
I wanna know!

Nothing To Be Grateful For (Meg Hutchinson)

The woman downstairs

she's missing some teeth

It's either the man she's with or extreme poverty

And the woman next door, has a tattoo of a

scorpion on her shoulder blade

The lady above me, she's mean to her kids

I've found the cheapest place to live



Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for

When the TV and the Guns and Roses

blare at four in the morning

I think at least I'm not homeless

on someone's front door



The man in the basement

has a dog that barks a lot

And one Eddie Vedder tape that he can't

hear enough of after dark

There's stray cats and bicycles parked in the yard

For a narrow road there are quite a few cars



Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for

The water pressure's a fine mist

and the phone jack won't work

At least my landlord's in Ireland

so he can't be a jerk



The fire station is a quarter mile away

There've been a lot of fires lately,

none of them in the day

It sounds like an air raid siren,

kind of alarming in the night



I left home to find peace alone, it's not

quite like that but at least it's my own



Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for

There's off street parking

and free garbage disposal

And they shovel the snow



The fleas are thriving

though I've never had a cat

But otherwise things here aren't all that bad



Who's to say there's nothing to be grateful for

The walls are too thin and so are the floors

But at least I'm not homeless

on someone's front door

Wild Things (Dexter Freebish)

Late night, neon hotels
That's where the wild things are
Next door, you think that you're safe
That's where the wild things are

Lock yourself inside
Maybe you'll find peace tonight
Don't run away
From what you don't know... no, no

The things you don't show, the secrets that you grow
Keep 'em in, in a good hiding place
While you're sleepin', I know you're dreamin'
Of a good, yeah a good hiding place

Closed doors, is somebody home
That's where the wild things are
Backstreets, abandon this life
That's where the wild things are

Lock yourself up tight
Maybe you'll find peace tonight
Don't run away
>From what you don't know... no, no

The things you don't show, the secrets that you grow
Keep 'em in, in a good hiding place
While you're sleepin', I know you're dreamin'
Of a good, yeah a good hiding place

Oh, it's so mysterious when it's on TV
Oh, it's unpredictable and then it happens to me

The things you don't show, the secrets that you grow
Keep 'em in, in a good hiding place
While you're sleepin', I know you're dreamin'
Of a good, yeah a good hiding place

Double Up (Cam'ron Featuring Un)

Verse 1:
Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem
since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot,
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock,
Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock,
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch,
Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much,
Lots of rhymes, so you see my**lots of times
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap,
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack

Chorus:
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch,
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch,
New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z
Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz

Verse 2:
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Like Joe on the run, put his **in P O it's done
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, mother**in smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over mother**a let's get back on our feet

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: Un (whispering)
Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch
CEO joint bitches, punk bitches
I'mma let you know so you get it right
I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right
Make a nigga, go to church and pray
Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
leased his first beamer now yall tussle
2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z
gone respond, walk out the rusty
car, what y'all stand on, ** the tabloids
Y'all little men, I be Un man
??? Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim
And yall can't see these flows,
If you wanna be stars see the CEO

chorus


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