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Ecouter SARAÑUSTA "Licteña warmi"Carnaval Pungalá 19/02/2012


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A Letter To The New York Post (Public Enemy)





Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on y'all
Get the bost stubost stubost
Coasta coasta New York Post
Yo New York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl
She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world
Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don't jive around he's a real McCoy
Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
Writers making violence in headlines funny
Tryin' to undress my past until it's **
Post got Flavor from sellin' no records
Europe Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post can't destroy me
Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
With the headline of a **ed up cover
Out the pot took plate New York Post
get your story straight mother**er
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That is 190 years continuous of **ed up news
Yo one can play the game, two can play the game
Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet
Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet
My own people own the most business
Write on faith of value'sness
Should have checked with me before you wrote it
Got it from another source and quote it
Put it out like the new year bull drop
In every beauty parlor and barber shop
Flavor Flav world renown
Can't keep a man like Flavor down
Yo Jet be a good host
Don't print bull like the New York Post
Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here
Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post
Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal
from the source y'all
Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post
Burned us just like toast
When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E.
Get your shit correct

The Life (Shyne)

It's a new day in the rap game!
Nobody sells records but Shyne Po!

[Verse 1]
My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin'
I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain't frontin'
at Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope
used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat
gettin' like 15 grams, a half a Ki
at Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be
gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth
he knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique
to hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the head
throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread
basically I'm enforcin'
around heavy coke, when nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion
they wasn't missin' it
so I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it
sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor
but I always knew I'd turn a big apple into cider.

Niggas...niggas just ain't built like me...
stand up niggas...since 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines...
takin' shots..burnin' blocks..
this ain't no **in' rap.

[Verse 2]
Everything was everything 'till my Man got pinched
he had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct
other than that, I went from enforcer to movin' product, straight white
powder now, gettin' it
the hardest nigga in the street
my first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats
buyin' out the bar at the rooftop
I had a few spots
one called the jukebox
where I was gettin' like 50 a brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' motha**as sick
my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin'
any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion
shit was goin' right and only one better
when I got my Italian connect, hittin' me with pure Heroin
moved to 116th, started seein' real dinero then
empire buildin', the shit was takin' flight
had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night
mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first Black nigga with mafia ties
leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy.

Yo..bangin' for real..
niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat..
we washin' this money...
you think this shit is about rhymes...
you'll find yourself under the **in' ground...you know?..
we get low when the Feds is in town..
this is justice..
we playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop off...

[Verse 3]
At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformed
controllin' manufacturin' and distribution of Heron
throughout the tri-state, high stakes
I spent Hundreds of Thou's out of paper bags
you couldn't name a car I ain't have
every minute new tags
Seven series to the Five-Sixty drop nigga
I was givin' away blocks nigga
fast cars, fast money, slow deaths
this things of ours
had me doin' a hundred miles an hour
through the City evadin' the Feds
started this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge
not to ** each others bitches
or touch each others riches
on top or broke
never break this oath
every nigga in the counsel was a boss
we used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off
it was alright 'till I got caught
charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight
behind Marion steel gates
niggas started shittin', actin' bizarre
drivin' my cars, **in' my broads, breakin' the laws
same niggas I took care of and got money wit' was on some funny shit
if I was different I'd snitch
what would you do if you got Millions with niggas and they had no love
for ya?
couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot?
I'll be out in Ten, start over again
throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn't do it
you couldn't understand it of you ain't been through it
there's rules to this shit and I couldn't break 'em
death before dishonor 'till I meet Satan...I know he's waitin'.

God forgive me...you've never seen a nigga like me in your life...
I'm what these lil' niggas rap about...
thats me they talkin' 'bout in they rhymes...
I did that time...I flipped that dime...
shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles...
The Life...love it.

A Letter to The NY Post (Public Enemy)

Drayton - Gary G-Wiz - Robertz

Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on y'all
Get the bost stubost stubost
Coasta coasta New York Post
Yo New York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl
She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world
Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don't jive around he's a real McCoy
Chuck D yeah, you tellin' Flav we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
Writers making violence in headlines funny
Tryin' to undress my past until it's **
Post got Flavor from sellin' no records
Europe Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post can't destroy me
Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
With the headline of a **ed up cover
Out the pot took plate New York Post
get your story straight mother**er
It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That is 190 years continuous of **ed up news
Yo one can play the game, two can play the game
Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet
Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet
My own people own the most business
Write on faith of value'sness
Should have checked with me before you wrote it
Got it from another source and quote it
Put it out like the new year bull drop
In every beauty parlor and barber shop
Flavor Flav world renown
Can't keep a man like Flavor down
Yo Jet be a good host
Don't print bull like the New York Post
Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here
Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post
Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal from the source y'all
Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post
Burned us just like toast
When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E.
Get your shit correct

East Bay Gangster (Spice 1)




Verse 1:

Welcome to the ghetto and this is the place young niggas be throwin
they rocks up in my face
My homey G be yellin yo this like a holdup I'm pullin my gat to make
a mutha **a fold up
In my Jag on my phone talkin business Mac 10 to my dome Yo what is this
I'm tellin him drop it Yo let's box and we can go a round he dropped
his gat I picked it up and blew his**down
I know it's scandalous but a simple **in dirty fact, I'd rather hear
my Uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat
It's for protection not to kill or break a nigga's bones, back to the
story, here's the story B the story on
His guts were scattered he was splattered up against the wall, my homey
G was on my phone buggin off my call
I tried to smash but I'm lookin at some high beams into the eyes of
some mutha **in dope fiend
He seen me shoot him so I shot him blew his**off , I shot my Uzi up
in the air and then I smashed off
I'm rollin thicker than a milkshake, I like to eat crab but I prefer
steak
I ain't no joke mutha **a so don't play yourself, I flip you over fry
your**like a patty melt
And if you ever disrespect me I'ma bank ya, so say what up to the
mutha **in east bay gangsta

meneme forgot to use my nine cuz 5-0 bombed the AK, the 187 posse
robbed the bank in a way. Legal or illegal it's the way of the bay. The
government keep the profit of cocaine in a way. Me shootin up me
shootin up if he don't give me my pay The niggas up on the block send
for me every day. A thousand everyday will keep the 5-0 away. Just
call me east bay G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Verse 2:

Looked in my mirror cose range right behind me, tinted windows up in
the Benz 190
I ain't no dummy knew right off he's tryin to kill me, if I don't smash
full of buckshot he will fill me
Hangin out the car shots scatter windows shatter trouble, I'll shoot
him up bathed in his blood like Mr Bubble
187 did I do it with an AK, another day a nigga dead up in the
alleyway
Why did I do it, it's my pistol and I packed it, I think they need to
lock my**up in a straightjacket
So all you suckas listen close to this warnin, while I get into your
ass like Charmin
Funky shit that so dope so open your mouth up, you ever shuck me I'ma
blow your **in house up
And if youever disrespect me I'ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
**in eastbay gangsta

Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta, Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta kickin the funky
Gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gi gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta(???) G-Nut
because he's down with the Fac, lynch mutha **as when we're coolin
the block. The X the L the A the R-G-E, the murder fac 187 posse. The
E-A-Ski is with 187, the CMT is with 187

Verse 3:

Now as I'm maxin in this mutha **in jail cell, with nuthin but dried
up funk to smell
I thinkin about the times that I ganked fools and why I'm coolin in
these **ed up county blues
I ‘ve murder mutha **as singular and in a pair, and in the morning
I'll be getting the electric chair
But do I care, Yo I could give a ** less, the CIA, FBI got it in the
chest
Tappin my phone calls, wires hidden in my walls, I had the money flowin
smooth like Niagara Falls
The glory got so I'm considered a murderous criminal, because my bullet
ate his**like a cannibal
Before I chopped him with AK I made him say his grace, and then I
emptied the clip off up in his **in face
His partner callin for backup as I was breakin out, nigga refused to
die, that's what I heard him shout
I hit the corner with quickness because I ain't the one, to feel the
**in blast of a shotgun
And when they fry my ass, I'm goin straight Hell, that's why I'm kickin
you tales of a jail cell
And if you ever disrespect me I'ma bank ya, so say what up to the mutha
**in eastbay gangsta

Dja Mon, me gonna kick the funky gangsta shit mon, me kickin the funky
gangsta. The gi-gi-da gi-gi-da gangsta,
Gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da-gi-gi-da gangsta
Dja mon, mida me got E-A-Ski in the house mon, Me got me DJ Xtra Large
mon, We got CMT in the mutha **in house, Dja Mon we got (????) Check
it out!

Verse 4:

Me pullin out me glock mon to settle the ghetto job me kickin the funky
reggae kickin the funky rasta
Many people that I be meeting be calling me killa gangsta then shoot up
your bitch and kick back and smoke a blunt in the car
Me **in with dank me **in with dank It's S-P-I-C-E 1 me buckin em
down me buckin em down shootin lead in his lung
Me kickin the funky gangsta shit to get the bitch sprung, the 187
Faculty bitch so ** the
(?????)

Give You All I Got (Allure)




featuring Raekwon

[Raekwon]
Yo, met this piece by the name of Sharise
She had a fly 190 restin in Jones Beach
You know when we kickin my everday cliche
Yo boo, can I poly with you, what make my day
She threw her chin up in the air, said yeah
Your style is played out, black, like last year
What do you mean huh? You know what I mean Dunn
Callin me Dunn had me open like I was the one
What did I have on God Guard or Clairborne
You know you had that rugged type of shit on Raekwon
Maybe I talk a bit, kick a few words and shit
But you drove off in some Nissan phat shit
Givin me bad looks, lookin like mad crooks
If I was a purse downtown I would have been took
Yeah from robsters, but you look like mobsters
Smokin that weed had me nauseous like rastas

[Allure]
When we're together you blow my mind, uh huh
You have that way about ya that keeps me satisfied (whatcha want)
All I wanna do is give you all I got

Chorus:
If I give you all I got would you be there for me baby (all I got)
And if I keep you close to me would you give me everything I need
The way I want it to be (that's the way it should be)

I wanna be there for you boy in everyway
I just gotta tell you how you take my breath away
Ohh I wanna let you know
When you walked into my life (walked into my life)
I had this feeling you brought my world alive
And I'm going crazy, my head is in a daze (head is in a daze)
You amaze me, boy why don't you stay (boy why don't you stay)

Chorus

[Raekwon]
She's a fly fabulous bird from outta nowhere
We bungalo dolo in logear, free parole the whole year
Now acknowledge me God mentality, fly formality
Cut out on me, I'm kidnappin half of your salary
We movin like this, for real now shut down your will power
Flower whatever you doin don't disrespect ours
Slidin my work to the next man
Still I'm givin you props now gets your karats on the nightstand

[Allure]
When you walked into my life (walked into my life)
I had this feeling you brought my world alive
And I'm going crazy, my head is in a daze (head is in a daze)
You amaze me, boy why don't you stay (boy why don't you stay)

Chorus (2x)


Let's Ride (Remix) (Montell Jordan)




featuring Shaunta Montgomery

[Intro]
Montell Def Jam
Shaunta Yeah
Montell Montell remix
Shaunta You wanna ride
Montell Let's ride
Shaunta Who wanna ride?
Montell Yo Shaunta gotcha open

[Shaunta Montgomery]
Bad boys like smooth chicks
I like mime bald bow legged and chocolate
Green eyes handlebars and big lips
Get it
Shaunta got you panicking
When the album drop, quiet like mannequins
Montell, I'ma take your body over
And when you ride again, I'ma roll you over
I never front 'cause I say what's on my mind
And do you all night
'Cause your girl never took her time

[Montell Jordan - Verse One]
Tell me
What it's like to be inside
I can imagine
'Cause girl I like the way you ride
The way you're dancing
You make nasty look so nice
Your love is bout it bout it baby
Don't you make me ask you twice if I can ride

[CHORUS]
Shaunta- Where you wanna go?
Montell- I wanna ride with you.
Shaunta- Where you wanna go?
Montell- Can you ride me too?
Shaunta- I don't know.
Montell- I don't know.
Shaunta- I just wanna...
Montell- Ahh ahh mmmmm
Shaunta- RIDE!
(repeat x2)

[Montell Jordan - Verse Two]
You're irresistible
I wanna hear you say "let's ride"
And in my videos
Yo got my body all excited
And now you're bouncing like they do
And New Orleans and A-T-L
'Cause this remix got 'em shaking
Saying "Keep it hot, Montell"

[BRIDGE]
She's going up and down and round and round enough
Ooh girl, you know I really wanna ride

[Repeat CHORUS]

[Shaunta Montgomery]
Where you wanna go (I throw your legs up in the air)
Let's do it again (I wanna ride)
Throw them legs like a Bronco
Room 190 after Nico
Yeah I sip moe
In resteraunt-es call me Shaunta
The black pre-madonna
Don't mess with me, I does what I wanna (she does what she wanna)
To get my name right
Yall ride my style like childs on Huffy bikes
My steps too hot like ahh ahh
Can you take me there (ahh ahh)
But can you keep me there
'Cause brothers try to get it
Try to slit it
Try to hit it
But if you wanna ** Montell
I'm with it
Ahh ahh mmm ahh ahh mmm
I like it like that

[Repeat CHORUS]

Shaunta- Where you wanna go?
Montell- Ohh
Shaunta- Where you wanna go?
Montell- Yeah yeah
Shaunta- I don't know.
Montell- Ohh
Shaunta- RIDE!
Shaunta- Where you wanna go?
M- Stepped in the club.
Shaunta- Where you wanna go?
Montell- After my show.
Shaunta- I don't know.
Montell- You know that's bout it.
Shaunta- RIDE!

[Montell Jordan]
Everybody's on the low low
She's going up and down and round and round and down
(Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Shaunta)
She's moving up and down and round and round and down
(Def Soul, we can Dutch, yea yea yea yea, whooo, ahh ahh mmm)

[Shaunta Montgomery]
Hee hee haa haa hee

*Where you wanna go?
Where you wanna go?
I don't know
I just wanna
RIDE!*
* x 4

Verbal Intercourse (Raekwon)

[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby
[Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] Check it out y'all
[Nas] It's the science
[Ghf] Fly wonderful
[Rae] Yeah y'all
[Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
[Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
[Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean
[Ghf] Word up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
[Ghf] Word to the wise
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[Ghf] All types of shit, yo son
[Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Nas] Tell em it's on right?
[Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Do it to em baby

Verse One: Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
In the building niggaz building, like little children starin
Them older niggaz aint carin
Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage
oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's
in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew phantom like swords

Verse Three: Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine
And what the ** is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin** in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
Your faggot**got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told your boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block

[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
[Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement

They Want Money (Kool Moe Dee)




I'm drivin'
Benz 190
2.5 and you know where to find me
Driving down the highway
Girlies behind me
Jockin' blindly
No need to remind me
Who I am I know you know me
Stop screamin' and yellin' and pointin' I'm low key
No I ain't got no time for a picture
But slide your number
And I'll get wit ya
You wanna ride
Ya shouldn't of said that
You played yourself
And I know where your head's at
Drive my car don't make me laugh
You better settle for an autograph
Or a hug and a kiss on the cheek maybe
But I ain't trying to make no baby
Forget all the silly rumors you heard
Here's the deal so spread the word
No,
I ain't got no girlfriend
No,
I ain't buy no car
No,
I ain't got no babies
A lot of ladies
Naw, they want money
And I can see'em a mile away
And when they push up
I just smile and say
Back up off me
Smell the coffee
You're screamin' and plottin'
And I'm killing you softly
Watchin' you melt from the second I kiss ya
Hear dollar signs in your careless whispers
I know the game it's old and lame
You're holdin' a flame for my name and my fame
Livin' like Givens schemin' on Tyson
But she got lucky cause he was a nice one
But I ain't nice and I don't play that
If it ain't tax I don't pay that
You think you're in cause you turn me on
Here one minute and the next you're gone
I made rhymes
I made cash
Why get married and you take half
No,
I ain't got no girlfriend
No,
I ain't buy no car
No,
I ain't got no babies
A lot of ladies
Naw, they want money
The police I'm givin' them fits
A young brother in a Benz legit
I don't sell no drugs and take no shh
Park my ride and the ladies hit
So many ladies the cops had a hint
They took me in cause they thought I pimped
Jetted from the station back in a flash
They had nothing on me but cold cold cash
Ladies they all wanna get with
The man with the money
So they wanna get with
The microphone master
And ride shotgun
So people can see ya
And think I got one
No sorry nothin's happenin'
Moe Dee's single while he's rappin'
If girls keep lyin' and crashin' my party
Ya'll gonna make me hurt somebody
No,
I ain't got no girlfriend
No,
I ain't buy no car
No,
I ain't got no babies
A lot of ladies
Naw, they want money

I'm That Type Of Nigga (The Pharcyde)




Um um well excuse me. (4x)
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge? (4x)

Well I am the nigga in charge over here
Sack the quarterback to make a cheerleader cheer
I fix my funk like Thelonious Monk
Stayin' true to the game 'cause I ain't no punk

Never been a bitch so I don't act bitchy
Smoove on the bottle like Lionel Ritchie
If I seems too slick you better ring the alarm clock
Don't dig what I'm kicking? You can suck on a warm cock

Originate trends. My rhymes they get paid
So making ends and beginnings. See, I'm never afraid
Of a pancake MC 'cause I'm flip when I sways this
Out the mother**ers like a real estate agent.

Douse you with my lyrical liquid for this hip-hop era
So I suggest you fetch an umbrella for my reign of terror
'Cause you can get yer posse and yer armored brigade because I am not
afrai=
d

Oh, 'cause I'm the type of nigga that you never forget
What?
And I'm the type of nigga that can shake my shit
What?
'Cause I'm the type of nigga with nothin' to hide
What's your name?
Fat Lip from the Pharcyde and you know what's up

Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge? (2x)

Well I'm dark like chocolate and flow like milk
Slicker than oil smoove like silk
Please give me some room because it's me you=D5re gonna suffocate
The fly-ass brother is Imani the Great

You ** with me I'll be the nigga who be slanging them dogs on
Flagsticks(?) hands like bricks niggas be be droppin' like logs
I used to be the nigga now the down with doin' dirt
Now I got your girl callin' when she's down with doin' work

'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll rock them drawers
Straight to a party, tuggin' on my balls
I used to be the nigga that'd keep you happy
Go ask your moms 'cause I might the nigga you callin' (pappy)

Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in the charge? (3x)

Well I'm the nigga in charge-in
What?
E.X. Large-in
What?
Captain of a ship pretender no never no sergeant
See I'm the type of nigga to catch a bullet in my teeth
They call you Saint Nick dick 'cause you'll get hung like a wreath

Set ya check(?) is what I do to put your head out
Ja like a don=D5t de sneak detective roughly 'fore they get out
I'm the type of nigga that'll serve you on a platter
Like the piece of glass when I drop it you shatter

I'm the type of nigga that'll kick yo**
What?
I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
What?
Yep the type the nigga that'll say what's up
To a brother but a devil would just get **ed up

And it's like that, alright black?
I pick up the mic and strike that
Your ego 'cause mother**in' ego is awesome(?)
Beat junky is the cue Buckwheat=D5s my name and I=D5m a (sucker)
So you better get off my dick
'Cause if you ain't a beat junky
Then you ain't said shit

Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in the charge? (3x)

You better watch yer hide
'Cause this sound ain't big enough for the two of us
It's so boss(?) and I'll bust actually(?)
See I'm the type of nigga that likes to freak
What?
And I'm the type of nigga that'll roll my sleeves
What?
Ah but there=D5s a castle I'm down to kick some pothole(?)=20
Nigga crash nigga bash with very little muscle
Hustle-uh in my heart so I'm a play the part=20
Of that type a nigga with the ice cold heart

Chilly Willy, don't be silly
I'll take a Philly and a bone-r
Make =D4er disown-ya
Changin' into moan-a
Put =D4er on my throne oh yeah
See I'm the type of the nigga so you better beware
The nigga is on I'm putting it on like Al Capone I'm all that=20
The only difference between me and Alsy palsy is I=D5m black, jack. King
m=
e
No clownin' 'cause I'm crownin' like a (Jew)
And when I spin my shit it's 190 proof

Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in the charge? (2x)

Well I shakes em down like P.E.
That's what they try to be me
I always ** the Nike and I kick you in your pee-pee that's me=20
I am the one that kicked yer daddy in yer nuts
That's why your mental state was **ed before you hit yer mama=D5s guts
=20
'Cause I'm the nigga down the bar
I flip it in a car
This time there was a quarter only a dollar was what they cost
'Cause niggas on my Snoopy like the bird Woodstock
Get=D5cha hands off my dick because I hold this cock
It's like a awaitin=D5 in the distance
Resisted from persistance
I=D5m Dirty Harry and I take your mama just for instance
'Cause I'm the type of nigga to make the fat lady sing
Hour after my flow she wasn't shocked with my swing
But a little too much weight to be a new jack man
Got more rhythm in my toe than a whole blues band
'Cause when I rock the people roll when I recite from my scoll
Take the beat nigga forever mind body and soul

Um um well excuse me (4x)

I been waitin' for a beat (many times)

Coda: Marine 475 (King Crimson)

Marine
475, 410,
400,062,
1009,
1097,65,
Non-
Marine 10,
190,510,
1148
Motor 254
Aviation
545


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