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We Don't Love 'Em (Mac)




[Mac Talking]
Yeah KLC DJ Wop it's all about them hoes
I know my nigga Wop don't love them hoes
My nigga KL he ain't loving them hoes
My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them hoes
Y'all what's up with this Mac nigga feel it

To all the bitches hoes and all that shit
Running around with them tights on trying to find them tricks
Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand names
I see you tight coming you making it harder for the right woman
Off in the club giving rappers a hug
Trying to get some love letting them put their hands on your glove
Off in the limo you and that slim hoe
They hit the**and let their partner and them know
So now you on they demo
They wrote a rhyme about cha
They told the world how they got that out cha
All up in the mouth too you with the groupie route boo
They made you famous your man has got to be your bitch
He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't shit
Instead of ending it he defending it I'll give you that much
Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters
But he a buster cause everybody **ed you
But he the only one saying he love you
Woo you's a

Hoes hoes You know I'm bout them hoes hoes
But I don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
Wop don't love them hoes hoes
KL don't love them hoes hoes
Fiend don't love them hoes hoes
Coonts don't love them hoes
Check this out

I seen her in the house in blue shaking her**
Winking her eye at every nigga who passed
Trying to fell that glass put his pants back
The**fat but you asked backwards
A trip with a simple effect even don't have to
Simple things you be after you caught up in the rapture
Me and my nigga point at you with laughter
But get down or try to understand you world
And what it did to make you such a shallow**girl
I know you laid with this nigga that you met last night
You ** him because his white Land Cruiser's looking tight
Stroking telling you that it was love at first sight
But you don't realize that it was love for the night
Now you at the crib crying you sick of all them niggas lying
But you the one that's doing all the lying
Supplying the cat to all the niggas that be trying to mack
On the celia you wants to be real familiar

Now back at the spot where the champagne pop
You in the club corner getting wet in some rain drop
It's common to you so you except it
It's unknown how many niggas you done slept with

Chorus
We don't love them hoes hoes
We don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
I'm bout them hoes
Check it hoes

My nigga slim I let them hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo
My name is Macadon and I'll get all up in em' slow
I gives a ** I get bucked nigga what
My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them niggas know what's up
My girl Storm she definitely in the house
I'm from uptown so you niggas know I got all the clout
Murder murder kill kill

Eat the Music (Kate Bush)


Split me open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip my heart out
Eat the music

Does he conceal
What he really feels?
He's a woman at heart
And I love him for that
Let's split him open

Like a pomegranate
Insides out
All is revealed
Not only women bleed

Take the stone out
Of the mango
You put it in your mouth
And pull a plum out

Take a papaya
You like a guava?
Grab a banana
And a sultana
Rip them to pieces
With sticky fingers
Split the banana
Crush the sultana

Split 'em open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip their hearts out

Like a pomegranate
Insides out
He's a woman at heart
And love him for that

Take a papaya
You like a guava?
Grab a banana
And a sultana
Rip them to pieces
With sticky fingers
Split the banana
Crush the sultana

All emotion
And with devotion
You put your hands in
What ya thinking?
What am I singing?
A song of seeds
The food of love
Eat the music

Jenny Says (Cowboy Mouth)

I got no reason for the things I fear
The things that plague me when I see and hear
A dime's a nickel and a nickel's none
I'll throw myself into the Sunday sun
A summer Sunday when you went insane
You said you're going and I said I came
I'm throwing oranges in an apple cart
The ties that bind are tearing me apart

(Chorus)
Jenny says turn off the radio
Jenny says turn out the light
Jenny says turn off the video
You beat yourself up to bring yourself down
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
When the world is coming down on me I let it go!

I got no reason for the things I say
She turned toward me then she turned away
There's lot of forces in a modern world
That take a toll upon a modern girl
I got no reason for the things I fear
The things that plague me when I see and hear
I'll press my finger on an itchy trigger
What once was small right now is so much bigger

(Chorus)

I got no reason for the things I do
The dealer deals and then the dealer's screwed
You throw your cards upon a playing table
My name is Cain and I am now unable
I got no reason for the things I fear
The things that plague me when I see and hear
A dime's a nickel and a nickel's none
I'll throw myself into the Sunday sun

Jenny says turn off the radio
Jenny says turn out the light
Jenny says turn off the video
You beat yourself up because you LOVE it!
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
When the world is coming down on me I let it go!

Till We Dead And Gone (Master P)

[Chorus - Master P]

Nigga, nigga, nigga
P and Bone nigga
Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kill ya
Till we dead and gone nigga

[Master P]

I couldn't gang bang
With crips and bloods
But i could stand on the corner
Wit killas and drugs
They healing
Outlaws that reaching for souls
We ghetto niggas
600, Fearris, and Rolls
We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it
I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy
We gon hang niggas
We gon bang niggas
We gon slang niggas
Cause we trigger niggas
Banger got cheese nigga
Never fall nigga
Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga
Cause I'm a soldier
No Limit finest
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma split 'em
Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or else East 99 will get with 'em

[Chorus - Master P]

[Layzie Bone]

Little Lay done traveled around the world
Caught a few cases
Seen so many faces and so many places
Ace this game
Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some love though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back
Little nig just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner selling that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong
Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone
May they rest in peace
My nigga sleep
Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased
Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man
So you understand
Now whats wrong with your game
Wounds be getting to shooting
** the law
Keep packing that steel
Real real when your riding the feel just chill
And peace will be still
Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone thugs
Coast to coast
We steadily rolling putting it down

[Chorus - Master P]

[Krayzie Bone]

Niggas niggas if you with me
Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it
Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
Shit
Bitch hear me ticking
I'm bound to blow
Nigga better get on the floor
Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank
Look in my eyes
They so surprised
Cause they must have thought I was studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and **ed you up
Aw shit
Here come the police
Now tell me what it is you want?
I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot
Lets get it on
Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back
**ed up
We wouldn't of had to resort to violence
But man the nigga was raised that way
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today
But what can I say?
I picked a **ed up game to play
So I gotta get up and move out
Face the shoot out
So I'll be on my way

[Chorus - Master P]

[Wish Bone]

Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas wanna let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing
Still from the streets
Indeed you'll bleed when your ** with me and B-O-N-E
Yeahhh
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors
** them stories that them haters be telling
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out niggas on weed
** niggas don't like me and police
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end
All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your last one
Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns
Don't you wanna have some fun
Come come
Bloody red red rum

[Flesh-N-Bone]

Me telling ya
Yeah
See me and my niggas we down for whatever
Yah heard me?
No matter the cause
Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income
Ya'll get fifth thugs
Your nigga thats ready for war
Lets battle
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
Niggas with (?)
But if you choose you lose
Them niggas will ** fool
Come and get a abused
If you've paid your dues
My niggas you've learned the golden rule
You gotta do what you gotta do
But priceless
So many done test don't try me
(?)
Niggas come to stay tru
Digging his grave
They dieing
They recognize the Cles from C-L-E
Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans
My niggas at No Limit
Gotta make more cheese
It's Bone and P

[Chorus - Master P]

[Master P]
Ha ha
P and Bone nigga
Yah heard me?
And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga
This is dedicated to every mother ** rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?

Pretty Piece Of Flesh (One Inch Punch)

I will, I will split you in two.
Say, say move.
I strike quickly being moved.
You're all, you're all dogs,
Yes, you're all dogs of the house,
a weak, weak, weak, weak slave,
a weak slave that goes to the wall.
Be cause I, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am.

Go, go, foes can never measure to the crew as we roll on,
blast the amplifiers in the back with the soul on,
A pretty piece of flesh, and yes, you better show your crest,
Shoulder holster strapped, I'm pull'in from the chest.
Guess who's gonna be the first to pull it from you.
But of the steel seal, representing Montague.
Love lorn, torn from two sides,
thinking of dark skies,
and through the heavens I be seeing worlds collide.
chi-chi-bow stars and bottle rocket fantasies,
but on the streets some knights and killers,
they be after me.
Trip-pin' with Ethel under moonlight skies,
but then you wake up in the danger zone in souped-up rides.
I'm dodgin' bullets and bang, it's hard to hand, doin' a hundred miles an hour like a video game.
Rollin' brick thick and diesel thinkin' nothin' can faze me,
with nickel-plated sword sling-in',
living is crazy.
Stars collide, worlds divide,
what a pretty piece of flesh,
you are a pretty piece of flesh.
Stars collide, worlds divide,
what a pretty piece of flesh,
you are a pretty piece of flesh.
I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh,
I will, I will split you in two.
Say, say move.
I strike quickly being moved.
You're all, you're all dogs,
Yes, you're all dogs of the house,
a weak, weak, weak, weak slave,
a weak slave that goes to the wall.
Because I, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am
a pretty piece of flesh, I am.

Stars collide, worlds divide,
what a pretty piece of flesh,
you are a pretty piece of flesh.
Stars collide, worlds divide,
what a pretty piece of flesh,
you are a pretty piece of flesh.

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want (Dream Academy)

Good times for a change
Seems the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time


Haven't had a dream in a long time
Seems the life I've had
Can make a good man bad


So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
Seems the life I've had
Can make a good man bad


So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

Please please please
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

No Vaseline (Ice Cube)




Got damn I'm glad ya'll set it off.
Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft.
First you was down with the AK
and now I see you on a video with Michel'le?
Lookin' like straight bozos.
I saw it comin' that's why I went solo.
And kept on stompin'
when ya'll motha**ers moved straight outta Compton.
Livin' with the whites one big house
and not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough.
White man just rulin'.
The Niggas With Attitudes -- who ya foolin'?
Ya'll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin';
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin'.
Callin' me Arnold, but you Been-a-dick;
Eazy E saw your**and went in it quick.
You got jealous when I got my own company,
but I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me.
Tryin' to sound like Amerikkka's Most,
you could yell all day but you don't come close.
Cuz you know I'm the one that flown,
ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya'll disgrace the C-P-T.
Cuz you're gettin' **ed out your green by a white boy,
with no vaseline...

[Refrain] (L.L. sample: "Now you're gettin' done without vaseline...") 3x
(Biz Markie sample: "Damn, it feels good to see people...on it")

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin',
who gives a ** about a punk-ass villain?
You're gettin' **ed real quick,
and Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
but Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked,
now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
cuz the broomstick fit your**so perfect.
Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls,
cuz I heard you're, like, givin' up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
gettin' money out your ass, like a motha**in' Ready Teller.
Givin' up the dollar bills,
now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels.
So don't believe what Ren say,
cuz he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte,
but I got a whip for ya Toby;
used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me.
It's a case of divide-and-conquer,
cuz you let a Jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside.
So don't front, MC Ren, cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10.
Broke as a motha**in' joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team.
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart,
and they rippin' your asshole apart.
By takin' your green, oh yeah,
the Villain does get **ed with no vaseline.

[Refrain scratched]

I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
And when I see your**again, I'll be hesitant.
Now I think you a snitch,
throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint bitch, **in' your homeboys.
You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
**in' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella.
But if they were smart as me,
Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on...
till that Jheri curl is gone.
On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
dumb nigga, what you thinkin' bout?
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
with a white Jew tellin' you what to do.
Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs.
With a midget who's a punk too,
tryin' to ** me, but I'd rather ** you.
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' **ed at night.
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn **, no vaseline...

Night Life Types (Odario Version) (Mood Ruff)




[Odario Spitz in background]
Mood Ruff nice it up for you everytime
Mood Ruff nice it up for you everytime

**Background talking**

[CHORUS: Odario Spitz]
We are the night life types
Yeah we miving in the night time
Right time like to do it under moon light
REPEAT 2X

[Odario]
I got two chrome techs and a microphone
Bring the drama like ya poppa bring the bacon home
Where the rough boys roam
You know we in the scene
No matter where we go we intervene
We belong to the city where girls are pretty
It's a pity when you slip into a pity(?)
Momma always told me not to trust those types
With the eight inch pumps and the skirts so tight
But it's Friday night an my head ain't right
But my lines are tight to deliver tonight
So I watch them dance and prepare my chance
I'm chilling in the club in my b-boy stance
We be doing it up, we be doing it right
Only thing undoing is the zipper or a button
If the night amount to something, you know the story
The boys think they macks, they want all the glory
I like to wait for the slow jam
On the waist is my left, while the right is my side hand
Let it slide to the level of the bone
Gripping that booty like a microphone
I want to take that home
Let's do the cha-cha, show seniorita my cocoratcha(sp?)
Word up, we 'bout to hit it up
But first the after party where we rock it up
Yo, yo, we rock the spot 'til it's stopped by the cops
Pull a little static and your**will get dropped
Supposed to serve and protect
Worse yet, they get up on my nerves and the threaten with the nightstick
That ain't right yo, I won't get romantic
For a moment, the place is getting frantic
Silly po-po, I call them sill nitwit
Although I'm passed out with the brew I got sick wit

[CHORUS]

[Odario]
Mood Ruff thing, my rap name Odario
Rock my home town then back to Ontario
That's where the freaks go
I'm off to the peep show
Heard the raio was killed by the video
It doesn't matter yo I dominate scenarios
I'm taking care of ya in each and every area
We rock the North West then express to Halifax
Boy you can't test, tripping on his battle axe
Wish you had the stack
Can't see the facts
The only thing you have is a bad case of cataracts
On top of that, you reminiscing over rap
Rumble in my junk, biting everything you got
I see the future like a new edition almanac
Don't worry, make your moves, I've done made my counteracts
Watch your back, sopisticated blackjack
It's what I'm at, whether leisurely or combat
So calm back thinking you all that and then some
Write a track while you holding mine for ransom
You got to chill son, try to have fun
Don't worry growing up, you 'bout to catch a bad one
All done, all y'all see abombinon(sp?)
We never hesitate, we something like phenomenons
And if you slipping, I just pickup on my bad habit
'Cause everytime I see a microphone, I grab it
I grab it, I grab it {REPEAT 3X}
Mood Ruff flow
I grab it {REPEAT}
And if you don't believe me, come see our show **overlapping repeats**

So Many Days (The Union)




featuring K. Born, Ras Kass

Intro:

Dead. Ain't shit diffin all the thugs.
Blew the video. Ras Kass
Organized rhymes, nigga
Listen

Verse 1: Ras Kass

I got the currier for thug passion, picture that, the atomic core
Black and wrist, with the crack get the gat.
If I plob more pressure my wrist gets snappy
Groupies get the bozack
Snake niggaz I'm gonna get your**back, like your**crack
Shit lowjack and you know that
I ain't never bout wit down nigga
Act crowback, round up, flip flap back wit more drama
Life is six figures, double niggaz wit babies mommas
You know this cat, and if not get the million wit butterflies
MC's live like catterpilla (pilla)
Beyond some dreams, smoke **in get paid
Every thing I shave your blades, wit the same drawers
for three days, and run relays, all up in your PJ's
Like I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew
Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick**
and drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of beer
Some say my attitude is **ed up and real crummy
since I come from the state where it's always sunny
Ha ha ha ha ha, I had to find that funny, so I said:
No child, I work hoes for the money

Chorus: Ras Kass and K. Born:

So many days, so many nights.
So many mics blown.
So many ways to die, so many strive.
So many days, so many nights.
So many mics blown.
So many ways to die, so many try.

Verse 2: K. Born

How you do that there ?
Tellin practically movin MC's, like keys and no C's, please
** the trees, my senses provide the photosynthesis
I got my front and my back, like prevysesis
So tell me who this niggaz think they intimidated
I ain't havin none of that shit that bein constipated
My pants still gon sag on flat ends. Still gonna have cat ends
And I'm still on critically,
the queen of central corner vaugh matches lyrically
So what I'm tryin to say, is y'all ain't **in wit me (true)
I am goin to heaven for the weather, and inhale for the company
Once before the icore. Switch my soft war
Release the rugged more, wit the mark of the beast
** a bitch in the mouth, but then pussy gets infected wit gees
Gotti John the Baptist (Who wanna get wet)
You know your mark. Get ready, get set, and lets start a revolution
Yo. Niggaz wiggin out like Whitney Houston
You feel me ? I do shit
Pussy

Chorus repeated once

The Music Of Business (Ras Kass)




featuring Xzibit

(Xzibit): Yea. That's what I'm talking about
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit): The homie John John up in this mother**er
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit): Mr. X to the Z with a public service announcement
for all you faggot**rappers
(Ras K.): What's that?
(Xzibit): They think just because a nigga's rapping
with a label behind him it's all great
(Ras K.): Yep
(Xzibit): It's modern day pimps and hoes going on

Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control
Cause hip-hop plus glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of protocol
Now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands, like masturbation
Another 39 suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with Satan
Rassassination: taking heads like decapitation (ching!)
Trapped in infatuation (really)? Back up off me
Kiss my ass. Then wake up n' smell the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama clown you
Your family down's you. Don't want your own kid around you
You ain't shit. Don't do shit
Ain't gone never be shit. So its quits
Two video's later, she's on your dick (Bitch)
When your albums selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Bragging to her friends: "That's just my babies daddy!"
And sadly, niggaz start acting like they shit don't stink
But wait: you getting cut like the wedding cake
The music business is straight Mafioso:
Jewish, Italiano, and Black
My BMI/ASCAP platinum placque rap track
Bootleg my shit to japan. At Swap Meets, sell my same shit back
Long sharks break legs. We break beats state to state
And record deals? That shit belong with a **ed up interest rate

(Chorus 2x):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please
(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just handle your business

(Verse 2)
It's sort of like the label is the devil:
R&B, Pop, Gospel to Heavy Metal
They make doe pimping the ghet-to
Label mates: different rats in the same rat race
The production company is the nigga that you learn to hate
Management is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar
And when your famous but po', you set your accountants office on fire
It's like this: they loan you $1
For you just to break even, they stack $10
When you finally make one dollar, your profit is Andrew Jack-son ($20)
You skinny. They got plenty. The Benjamins? Before you see any
They getting G's: big cheese.
No Vaseline ** dope M.C.'s, "so freeze"
Call the police chief? It takes a thief
Here's everything you need to know about the record industry,
like a chief.
'Cause labels is doing $300,000 deals;
Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both know crack kills.
Not very many, rappers ever see a penny
But double platinum is two million units. CD's cost $20.
(Too true) So here's a clue
Somebody just make $40,000,000 and it sho' wasn't you

(Chorus 2x):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please.
(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just handle your business.

Want to know the relationship between hip-hop and drugs?
'Cause professional athletes, black actors, rappers, and thugs
all sleep in the same bed together
Rich black niggaz only kick it with other black people with cheddar
Same lifestyle: legal or illegal
It be us, swinging a three ** getting skeed up with peanuts
Which leads up to this: a high turnover ration
Groupies turn tricks and be quick to give fellatio.
MC's get the pussy and fame.
Brothers es** floss with a corporate card
and charge it to the rappers name
But the label owners make all the real money
Just ask David Geffrey, Barry Gordy, Russel, or Puffy (ching, ching!)
Business? You don't get what you deserve. You negotiate
And everything is renegotiable based on the sales you generate
But hip-hop fans don't buy albums, and, then again, tend to player hate
The rapper that went Pop. But before this, I never knew
Skills don't pay the mother ** bills. Money do
Is you stupid? How nice I represent don't pay rent
The R&B ho who jock Theo on the radio buy your CD doe.
Rap magazines be screaming they keep it real
but keep it fake on the cover
Pulling tennis shoe and clothing advertisements. No wonder
Like Common "I Used to Love H.E.R."
Now I just ** H.E.R. with two rubbers

(Chorus: repeats until end):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you treat me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music please
(Other sample): "I don't know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just handle your business


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ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/mango-zumba-single/id576917230 Choreography / Performance Vid to my song ♫Mango Zumba♫ with my accomplices OMAR REY...




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