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Ecouter Mike Kalambay- Fongola Likolo


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Better Now (Big Mike)




featuring Devin the Dude, MC Breed

{Big Mike:}
It's been a 8 year spread and 4 baby mamas
Still ain't found no wife, all I found was drama
Past dwellin, was it that or was it just us?
Love, was it that or was it just lust?
**ed once, made love about a thousand times
Bought a crib, and all you could say was that the bitch was mine
Selfish thoughts, knew you was lookin for a backdo'
Think I'm kickin bullshit? I'm kickin fact, hoe
Fell for a pretty face, thick hips and bitty waist
Spent my time with you and all it gave me was a shitty taste
Played a game of chase from my town to yo hood
Runnin back and forward thinkin it was all good
I shoulda left you there, pretty face and sandy hair
Gave you the world and couldn't recognize a man that cared
Dick sucks with intentions just to get me sprung
Was it a game when you laid there swallowed my cum?
I was something dumb thinkin you were there for me
Played the game with both of my hands and never cared for me
But everybody plays the fool once or twice
All it did was make me stronger, bitch, ain't nothin nice

[Chorus]
It's better that I find out now, rather than later
It's better that I make a clean break with all my paper
It's better that I find another chick to take your place
It's best that you get your bitch-ass up out my face

{MC Breed:}
Met her when she was 19, brand-new
And she only went out in tight jeans, and could dance too
Burgers and fries, bout 30 lives, told to her
Game, sold to her, plus everybody knew her
What the business? Except I got kids for a witness
And you let her make a come-up like survival of the fittest
You a sucker for a pretty face, smile and a pussy
You a clown runnin round actin wild like a rookie
I know you know she got somebody else on the side
Came through with you while she was rollin in his ride
You know the rules, your bitch chose him, now keep your cool
A sucker for pleasure is just a full-grown fool
Now tell the truth, she's somethin you see walk around - woof
Had you done swooped and went and bought her**a coupe
Just a nigga with a brown nose, the town knows
Still come around swear he clown those
It's better that you find out

[Chorus]

{Devin:}
I wish I woulda known you was a crazy bitch
Before goin over to your house and layin some dick
I thought it wasn't nothin but a mutual nut
We **, I get mine, you get yours, we get up
But before I can get to my crib you hit my hip
Still ready to ** with the smell of dick on your lips
I started thinkin with my dickhead, man, that big red
Pushy-ass pussy, it's big and it's bushy
Couldn't help but to backdo' that**again and again
Nut after nut, shit was cool, but then, you look, friends
Started dippin, trippin and callin my house
With my gal sittin by me lookin all in my mouth
I say: "Hey!", and cough, but she know I'm tryina play it off
"What's up, nigga? - Bitch, when I see ya I'ma kill ya!"
It's better that I find another freak to take your place
One who won't have me dealin with a domestic case

[Chorus]

Drop The Bomb (2 Live Crew)




2x:
{Everybody over there!} {Get on up!}
{Everybody up there!} {Get into it!}
{Everybody right there!} {Get involved!}

Verse 1: Brother Marquis
All the people on the left, just participate
And everybody o the right, we won't make you wait
And all the people inbetween, just shout and scream
And have a funky good time if you know what I mean
Because when we rhyme, we move people by the masses
When they say they'll pay we'll play when they ask us
Some say they don't know of us but that is a lie
Suckas try to play they games of Dis-and-Die
And don't you try to shake my hand or be my friend
Unlike a hook made out of rubber I will not bend!

{Drop the bomb!!}

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
To all you silly suckas wo try to abuse us:
When we get ignited you can't diffuse us
It'll be on radio and even TV
That we achieved a level where you wanna be
Now step off the pedestal, give us the mike
So we can rock the people the way you would like
Just do us a favor, don't be a jerk
'Cause all we wanna see is your body work!

{But all we want to see is yo' body work!}
{Work yo body!}

Verse 3
[Kid Ice] There's a lesson to be taught, that's the one you should learn
You can't buy respect; it's what you earn
'Cause when you dis 2 Live you get yours in the end
It's not a threat; it's a promise, my friend!
[Marquis] So suckas step aside, let the women do their thing
Come on y'all, and shake that thing!

{Work that thing!}
{Yes!!}

Taiyed (311)

Returning from the water, cold, alive, and shining
Rock a mike in the afterlife while your moon is rising
Heatin' up, forcing steam, whirling to be seen
The dark held stars are the frost of my breathing
Swimming through the darkness, I'm a ghostly shark
Developing like a photograph, slowly in the dark
The hereafter, the action, the main attraction
One love in all of this that I'm going after

Now there's fire inside, but black space surrounds you
You think, "Where, oh, where am I" but even your light continues
See through us, see a soul we have not yet
Learned to harness, see the next world inside it We are the people of skin who left water
Inside the dark womb, inside of our mother
Prone to the beat and vibe of our tribe
We catch the drift and ride moving tides
Out from a love that will keep on burning
Now see yourself to the next world, returning This life, an old place we face to live again
What is it to understand the hereafter?

Storm [On and On] (Beenie Man)

Intro (Beenie):
Yow! New Year
New ting, new everything
Hail King Selassi
Make, make money, money, money
Make money, money, money
Tell dem, warn dem again

Verse 1 (A.R.P.):
New year started oldies gone once again
We are striving, going to stay true 'till the end
It's A.R.P. and Beenie Man once again
On and one, on and on

Chorus (A.R.P.):
On and on, we keep the storm
Now a new year start and the old one gone
Repeat

Verse 2 (Beenie):
Cho!
Mi haffi wonder if some bwoy consider mi
Say last year mi hot, but this year mi hotta
Man ano oven, man ano furnace, man ano fire
Man a lava
How yuh fi dis mi
When mi just getting stamma
Bwoy, calm man a blow weh like storm
After dusk there must be dawn
Bad man deh ya, mashing up di lawn
A.R.P. come down, sing it out mek mi gwane

Chorus

Verse 3 (Beenie):
Yow!
Nuff would a love si mi loose
And mi confuse
But wi done reach a France
Shoot di ball from wi shoes
How dem a come read di X-News
Dem nu know seh a so bad man move
How dem a dis ana gwane
Like dem run de ting
Shing! Yuh nu hear seh beer bottle fling a Sting
But what a ting, Beenie Man haffi sing
A.R.P. come dung, come sing pon di riddim

Chorus

Verse 4 (Beenie):
Long time mi stand up ana warn
An some D.J. dem a blow like alarm
Tell mi a tell dem seh fi cool an' calm
How some bwoy dem all a dis mi inna di lawn
When mi tell dem, man a di king, wear di crown
An' a mi run di hall
How dem a dis mi, when dem gal friend a bawl an' a call
Seh Beenie Man a tear dung dem wall
A.R.P. hold di mike, an' mi nuh salt
Mi haffi ram dancehall

Chorus

Verse 5:
Now why yuh want to go and do that now punk
Why yuh want to go and do that (ah, ah, ah)
Why yuh want to go and do that now punk
Why yuh want to go and do that
Come sing a verse

Chorus

Feel Alright Y'all (2 Live Crew)




Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Feelin' all right on a party night
Good times are in store, everybody get hype
Motivation of your body is what we do best
With lyrics so def it's above the rest
New Jack's tryin' to change, but you're lame to the game
Frontin' like your're hard, with a fake gold chain
Tryin' to rock the mike, but we're on the ball
We make the people say ...

Chorus (2x): Luke
Feel all right y'all!!
Feel like dynamite!!

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
They're doggin' my mood, but that's all right
Let me discuss and make a fuss with the use of the mike
So as I step to the podium and cause pandemonium
With crowds of people, rockin' auditoriums
Screamin', yellin', swayin' while I'm sayin'
My verbal expression while the music is playin'
This is for all of y'all, I hope you like
This is designed to make you feel all right!

Chorus

Verse 3
[BM] You try to out-recite me, but that's not likely
I can tell whether or not if you hate or if you like me
'Cause above all I arise, so don't you be surprised
When I get recognition from the public eye
[FKI] And I'll do all the things that the people like
Kid Ice will excite you when he's on the mike
It's time to act ill and get on the ball
Everybody in the place scream out and say ...

Chorus

Superstar Punani (Sublime)

So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar
But fiesta on the mike and will surely take you far
You made that drop on the 24 tracks
We mix it all down then we put on wax
Beginning is hyped when you playin in the bars
A bottomless pit where you make loose and far
Take away your privacy and take your guitar
Then take your woman and impound your car
My beginning of wisdom I won't take you too far
First you gotta sell your soul to be a superstar
Baby if you got it forget about that
Your money don't concern you that's a natural fact
Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down
We're gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box
First you get a manager but what does he do
I'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue
We're gunna make a phony image for the MTV
Hear it on the radio say damn that's me
Whenever I get over on a 3 peice hog
Jesus and her mom are gonna break your arm
Put your**in the john to be a superstar
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide
Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff
All over the world you gotta take that trip
And then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this
Your rep is getting bigger than a B-52
And then it goes around the world before it gets back to you
Hey our love has started can you believe
Before your eyes this shit just come back to me
Oh my God I take a rest on the side
So long so long so long so long I'll see ya
Oh my God if I'd a let my own
I'd take it turn around and place it home
I realize sometimes I feel old design
Oh your reknown position and you just can't hide
Woah it's the position
I just can't hide
Bo
Whatcha want whatcha need
Give it a bunch of mine and you just can't miss
Your love feels like this
Some people love get your shit like this
Well if you love wad up your love punani punani
Woah if you love me punani punani
Oh my God
Free yeah free oh oh oh hey
Want the dogs? Let em go. Let em

Niggas N Trouble (B.G.)




featuring Lil' Wayne, Juvenile

Verse 1: Lil' Wayne

Its Lil' Wayne (Lil' Wayne) on tha wall brain spilla
Grave filla
Who me untamed gorilla
I be thugged out
Dead bodies drugged out
Throw the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I atillery dawg
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You done pissed off my crew
What yall gone do
Look nigga you better put a zip on yo trap
Or you will get trapped
When I creep through tha black in tha black on black
Niggas be stumblin'
And crumblin'
When we come
They get curled up
Tear they world up
When we come
Now Slim and B with me
Juve and B.G. with me
Turk and Manny with me
The CMB with me
They lettin' loose
Nigga be bout cha issue get lost in gun smoke
Now I'm hangin' out the window screamin' there I go
Me and my niggas in the 98 black Volvo
And the diamonds bezeled ready I yes this me
Ride with us come see
Live with us HB
What what (echo)

(Chorus) 3x
(B.G.) Niggaz in trouble cuz the Hotboy$ behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out cha you know weez a gorilla
(B.G.) Niggaz in trouble cuz the Hotboy$ is comin' through
(Juvenile) Betta move or prepare to do what cha gotta do

Verse 2: Juvenile

I can't believe this these boys is playin' with me
I'm bout ta freeze this I keep that K with me
A nigga done played it raw thinkin' Ima hit that doe
Gave the boy my lil change and I aint seen his face no moe
What do you call that there playin' a nigga ha dawg
The nigga thank its gravy but I'm bout ta break his block off
When you see them boys you know I'm bustin' out ta druggin' out
Don't be askin' who that is boy you better get the **
Mutha**a could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya**up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My mac ring all night
People call the police cuz the say they can't sleep right
Them lil mutha**as be makin' that noise
Them lil mutha**as be slangin' it boy
Them lil mutha**as be in them hallways
Them lil mutha**as be bustin' all day
My first word was God bless me and my crew
My last word was bitch let a nigga through
I observe, the shit that mutha**as do
You got nerve, what if this shit happen to you
Like the proverb, and it aint nothin' but that boom
Now you got tha urge, to go and kill a nigga too
But remember this
You started this
So finish this
When you grab yo shit
You betta make sure that he hit

(Chorus) 3x
Verse 3: B.G.

Everybody grab yo shit and slide it back
Uptown is goin' down tonite cha bout that
If not go yo bitch**inside lock the door
To be safe bullets come through if so get on the floor
Me and my niggas got our black on ready ta ride
We head huntin' so somebody's gonna die
Homicide on tha scene three niggas pronounced smoked
The HotBoy$ did that that clique there aint no joke
We don't carry choppers for decoration nigga
We carryin' ta send niggas on vactions nigga
Takin' me ta play wit that aint a good solution
I'm dust out cuz I done have a grab mike he tootin'
Shootin' at niggas head tryin' ta knock it off
Its a dirty game so I gotta play it raw
In this warfield nigga you gotta be a killa
Cuz on tha reala
Nothin' out here but some gorillas
My mind made up ta ride
I'ma ride
What I'm after nigga ta bust his**he gone die
Don't cry nor poppa plead now its too late
Actin' like a bitch how is you gone get duct tape
Tear'em up Juve don't kill'em now we gone wait
Throw acid on his feet skeet gas all in his face
Show'em how it feel ta disrespect a HB
Show'em how we torture in tha UTP
We got no love if ya outside tha clique nigga
You get **ed over like a bitch nigga
We gone play it real nigga do it like tha mob
Cut his tongue out and stamp it mail it to his mom

(Chorus)2x

(B.G.) Niggaz in trouble
(Juvenile) Niggaz in trouble (To End)

Vapors (Biz Markie)




Can you feel it
Nothin' can save ya
For this is the seaon of catchin' the vpors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew
Wel you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
Made the music, "Nobody Beats the Biz"
Well, check it
Back in the days before this began
He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair
When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed
Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS"
Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer
My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots
Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits
Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak
And be comin' to all the shows
Every single weekend
To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please
Dyin' for the day to get skeezed
She caught the vapors (4X)
I got another partner that's calm and plain
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
A mellow type of fellow that's laid back
Back in the days, he was nothin' like that
I remember when he used to fight every day
What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey
He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied
And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side
Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad
And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had
They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either injail or someone would shoot him
But now he's grown up, to their surprise
Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide
Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin'
Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now
They caught the vapors (4X)
Now I got a cousin by the name of Von Lee
Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V
He cuts scratch, transform with finesse
...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess
Well I remember when he first started to rock
And tried to get his job in a record shop
He was in it to win it but the boss fronted
Said, "Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted"
Now my cousin Von still tried on and on and on
'Til the like break of dawn
To put this j-o-b in effect
But they'd look right past him and be like "next"
Now for the year of '88
Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight
He walks into the same record shop as before
And the boss'll be like, "Von, welcome to my store"
Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it
Damn it feels goo to see people up on it
'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't
Now guess what they caught from my cousin
The vapors
They caught the vapors (4X)
Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town
So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ"
They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed
Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay
I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
They acted like I wanted to keep it
Instead of tryin' to use it
But now things switched without belief
"Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nober Street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze
They caught the vapors (4X)

Verses From The Abstract (A Tribe Called Quest)




Q-Tip:
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is...
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is in effect
Check it out and give me my 'spect

I'm movin, yes I'm groovin cuz my mouth is on the motor
Use the Coast in the mornin to avoid the funky odor
Can't help bein funky, I'm the funky Abstract brotha
Funky in a sense, but I play the undacova
Once had a fettish, fettish for some booty
Now I'm gettin funky and my rappin, that's my duty
Brothas tend to jock on the style in particular
If you got the ego like some brothas, then I'll get with ya
But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a (**)
My motto in the 90's is be happy makin bucks
Girls love the jim, cuz it causes crazy friction
When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction
I still understand the (uh!) cuz that's what I met her for
I'm hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore
Women love the voice, brothas dig the lyrics
Quest the people's choice, we thrive it for the spirit
If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensils
Write my rhymes straight up, don't get with no fancy stensils
The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart
Our perfection is at work, perkin up the art
If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock
Your demise is comin up and I want your man to watch
Be the prime example, I deep instilled the sample
Insignificance, here I'll place you on the mantle
Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica
The girl I used to rock, her moms was a claker
Now what does that make her? The evil money taker?
The crazy move faker, I used that to break her

(Vinia Mojica singing in the background)
Phife is in the house, Uncle Mike is in the house
Bob Power is in the house, Tim Latham is in the house
Wise Men is in the house, Brand Nubs is in the house
The J Beez, they in the house and De La, they in the house

I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people
Please don't be deceived by ugly slice of evil
The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it
Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
The ladies of the '90's want more than satisfaction
They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things
If you want to, I'll show you, just what the Ab can bring
I keep a tight net with my brothas Ken and Kenny
If the question is of rhymes, then I'll tell ya, I got plenty
The thing that men and women need to do is stick together
Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
With the funky singin by Miss Vinia Mojica
So listen because the Quest is led through the underground
My people been up on Quest to long, no more will we be down
People tend to riff cuz they don't know the mental
People tend to bug cuz their beats are hard but gentle
Afro kinda lurks through the body of this youngun'
Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and your comin to
The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm
All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain
I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival
If flexin is your motive, then you don't like survival
The Abstract is speakin, the hard beats is reachin
The Black and Puerto Ricans
Cuz their butt **, streakin through the ever murky streets
Of the urbanized areas
Blastin out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria

Craig is in the house, Pete Rock is in the house
CL is in the house, Ultra Mag is in the house
Nice and Smooth is in the house, Big Daddy Kane is in the house
Beatnuts is in the house, Special Ed is in the house

Yeah(7X)
This one goes out to my man
Thanks alot Ron Carter on the bass
Yes my man Ron Carter is on the bass
Now check it out
Born into the 91 decade
You gotta say the Quest is on
And goddamn it, yes the Quest is on
And we out!

Not Many (Scribe)

Yia, yia,
Aint no one like me, yia, yia, yia
(oooohhhOOOHHHHH)
Congratulations, you made it
Welcome to the Crusader
It's been a long time coming yo, but im here now
So watch'ya gon'do?
How many dudes you really know, can flow, like this
Like this, like this, let's do it....uh

Chorus: How many dudes you know roll like this?
How many dudes you know flow like this
Not many if any, not many if any
How many dudes you know got the skills to go and, rock a show like this
Uh-uh uh-uh I don't know anybody

Check check to the mike check
1 2 from a crew commin through
Are u hyped yet?
Now days everybody wanna talk like they got something on scribe
But they aint got nothing
When Im up and Im live, you can't front when you feeling the vibe
You know Scribe is taking you HIGH
Love it with the double bass
Vibration, the plates in your vertebra
Y'all heavy man move like a RS
Subaru, with a crew
Come equipped like a body kit
Lyrically by burn quest
So Im footing his style
To his Tung like a stail fish
This kid ate egg from Vic, wanna get, with scribe, in live, like a 0-5, I got vibe,
like a beehive, and when the mother from the squid of a pimp, of tha sea side, and get yo on the way that we ride, round
town in tha down low, never know, what the flow, bro, chop chop, cant stop hip hop, cause it don't stop hmm check it
out!!!!! (Yes) check it out (No) check it out... (What) check it out... (Like me)

[Chorus X2]

Somthin' for tha ride on cruse control, when tha bass vibrates, shook tha hives like a earthquake, thought this is not good
for yah, you made a great mistake, your eyes stop and bomp be gone, sick of this, flick the switch, nitrous, kick wanna trip
this is some new shit, real deal, like Cody field, you know telling if you rock like mike or just might... Roarck! Like doubie
drop, doubie drop tight, t-club get it on, represent all night, take flight, like Nike kicks with tricks and make quick,
when the bra'd pit and don't sit just get on down and profound with sound that we found with the underground, don't sit just
get on down and profound with the sound we found with the underground...

[Chorus X2]

Next time you come on down to North Canterbury, it's all good, it's all good when come down to my hood and come to South
Canterbury, it's all good uh uh, it's all good when you come down to my hood and come to East Canterbury, it's all good
yeah, it's all good when you come down to my hood and go to West Canterbury, it's all good yeah, it's all good up in my neck
of da woodsahh...


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