Archive for August, 2010

Nelly – Hot in Herre (2001)

Posted: August 25, 2010 in Nelly
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Hot in
So hot it here
So hot in

I was like, good gracious ass bodacious
Flirtatious, tryin’ to show patience
Lookin’ for the right time to shoot my steelo
Lookin’ for the right time to flash them keys
Then um I’m leavin, please believe in
Me and the rest of my heathens
Checkin out a lot at the top of the Four Seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I’m feedin’
No deceivin’, nothin’ up my sleeve, no teasin’
I need you to get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin’ for
‘Cos I feel like bustin’ loose and I feel like touchin’ you
And can’t nobody stop the juice, so baby tell me what’s the use
I said

(Chorus)
It’s getting hot in here
So take off all your clothes
I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

Why you at the bar if you ain’t poppin’ the bottles
What good is all the fame if you ain’t fuckin’ the models
I see you drivin’ sportscars, ain’t hittin’ the throttle
And I be damned I do a hundred, top down in goggles
Get off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game ‘cos baby I can’t talk it
Walls, sweatin’, it’s hot up in this joint
Vokal tanktop on at this point
Your with a winner so baby you can’t lose
I got secrets, can’t leave Cancun
So take it off like your home alone
You know, dancin in front your mirror while you’re on the phone
Checkin’ your reflection and tellin’ your best friend
‘Like girl, I think my butt gettin’ big’

(Chorus) x2

(Bridge)
(Let it hang all out)
Mix a little bit a ah, ah
With a little bit a ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit a ah, ah
With a little bit a ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit a ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah

Stop pacin’, time wastin’
I got a friend with a pole in the basement (what)
I’m just kiddin’ like Jason (oh)
Unless you gon’ do it
Extra, extra spread the news
Nelly took a trip from the Lunar to Neptune
Came back with somethin’ thicker than fittin’ in sasoons
Say she like to think about cuttin’ in restrooms

(Chorus) x4

(Bridge)

Coolio – Gangsters Paradise (1995)

Posted: August 25, 2010 in Coolio
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life
And realize there’s nothin’ left
‘Cause I’ve been blastin’ and laughin’ so long that,
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that’s unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

I really hate to trip but I gotta lope
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I’m the kinda g that little homie’s wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light

Been spending most their lives
Living in a gangsta’s paradise (x2)

Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta’s paradise (x2)

Look at the situation, they got me facing
I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the ‘hood team
Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams
I’m an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a loced out gangsta, set trippin banger
And my homies is down so don’t arouse my anger, fool
death ain’t nothing but a heart beat away
I’m living life do or die, what can I say?
I’m twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-four?
The way things is going I don’t know.

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?

Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta’s paradise(x2)

Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta’s paradise(x2)

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody’s running, but half of them ain’t looking
What’s going on in the kitchen?
But I don’t know what’s cooking.
They say I gotta learn
But nobody’s here to teach me
If they can’t understand it , how can they reach me?
I guess they can’t
I guess they won’t, I guess they front
That’s why I know my life is out of luck, fool!

Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta’s paradise(x2)

Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta’s paradise(x2)

Tell me why are we, so blind to see
That the ones we hurt, are you and me?(x2)

D12 – Purple Pills (2001)

Posted: August 24, 2010 in D12
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[Eminem]
Ugh.. yo yo yo, yo

[Chorus: Eminem]
I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I’ve been to mushroom mountain, once or twice but who’s countin
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

[Eminem]
Yo, yo
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of valium inside her palm
It’s Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can’t describe the vibe I get
When I drive by six people and five I hit (oops)
Aww shit, I started a mosh pit
Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids (AHH!)
These ‘shrooms make me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losin weight
‘Til I see dumb shit start happenin
Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again
So bounce, bounce, come on bounce
(GUNFIRE) I said come on, bounce
Everybody in the house with a half an ounce (weed?)
Not weed, I meant coke, dumb-ass sit down
We don’t bullshit, better ask around
D-12 throws the BOMBEST BASH IN town
Bizarre, your mom is passin out
Get her ass on the couch ‘fore she crashes out
Come on!

[Kon Artis and Kuniva]
Fuck that, someone help Denaun
He’s upstairs naked with a weapon drawn
Heh, hey Von you see me steppin on these leprechauns?
It gotta be acid cause the X is gone
Ya I took them all dawg with some parmegan
And I think my arm is gone
Naw it’s probably numb
Young, dumb, and full of cum
And I think he ’bout to swallow his tongue
Scary ass it was a false alarm
You think I’m ’bout to die when I just got on?
Yo stop actin stupid
You so high that you might wake up with a guy on some new shit (EWW!)
Yeah I think I did too much — This substance equals cuffs
Red pills, blue pills, and green — Big pills (that’s ill), mescaline!

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us
That’s why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out and date each other
Some-, somethin, some’un, some’un, some’un {*babbling*}

[Proof]
Pop pills, pills I pop
Pop two pills on stilts I walk
Snort two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought it was Incredible and killed the Hulk
I wanna, roll away like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I’m, old and gray look for dope to smoke
No okey-doke, I’m packin my nose with coke
(cough cough cough) Am I supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby, born by whore lady
Now I gotta strangle a.. (You’re crazy!)

[Swifty McVay]
I pop fo’ E’s at one time
And I don’t need water when I’m swallowin mine
(Yeah, you got any shrooms?) Does Bizarre smoke crack?
We can’t get jobs cause our arms show tracks
Why the hell you niggaz think I rap?
We do it just to get your company hijacked
And if you like smack (uh-huh) then I might too
(Swift, chill) I just wanna get high like you! (ewww)
And I don’t give a damn if they white or blue (uh-huh)
Speed, ‘shrooms, down the valiums (uh-huh)
Even smoke weed outta vacuums
I just copped some and I’m goin back soon

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
I’m at rave lookin like a slave, high off chronic
Gin and tonic demonic, body smell like vomit
Pussy poppin, acid droppin, dope-headed guy
Heroin mescaline, pencilnecks, wanna try?
Blue pills, golden seals, got Bizarre, actin ill
Drugs kill (Yeah right) – Bitch, I’m for real!!!
Shut your mouth you dirty slut, you know you want it in your butt
I’ll put it in your cunt; let Bizarre nut!

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us
That’s why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out and date each other
Some-, somethin, some’un, some’un, some’un (babbling)
Fuck it