MC Breed:. . - Hell yeah. - We got Ant Banks in the house, Peewee in the house, Goldie in the house. - And we damn sure got Short Dawg in the house. - And I am the forever lastin Breed hahaha.
Busta Rhymes and Angie Martinez. Sippin on martinis. Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon. . Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon.
What's this?. Dear Angie. I know we've been together a long time, boo. But I'm writing this letter 'cuz. I really couldn't face you like. It's kinda ill.
[Chorus:]. Hold the ball 'cause you just might fumble. Goin' about 90 baby comin' out the bay bridge tunnel. God gimme G's on the double. Prime time trouble.
Glorified. . Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,. . Verse: 1. In the game of pain that rang the outlaws. Freaks come through at a 2 no draws. Stop for a sec tiga dont take a pause.
Git Down. . Uh you see im way to aggressive to act embarassed. And im cool with my game and the love we charish. Stay true even if I knock a broad like paris.
"J'aibe soin d'un crayon...". . You better make it. And lace it. And hope the pigs don't take. And keep your mission basic. No time to come and fake it.
I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure. Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigger. Mind full of rap gun powder, it's a habit. Shootin' like Elmer Fudd at the screwy rabbit.
Oh, Oh, Oh. Oh, Oh, Oh. . [Verse 1]. Natural attraction like the sun and earth. The main attraction in my universe. Its so magnetic, kinetic, I love your energy.
GOD IS ON OUR SIDE. . WE LIVE IN TROUBLED TIMES. SEEMS LIKE THE SUN WON'T SHINE. WHEN WILL WE REALIZE. GOD IS ON OUR SIDE. . HE HIDES US IN HIS ARMS. PROTECTING US FROM HARM.
Hook:. You can go home run your phone bill up, run your cell phone up. You don't get none. You can page me all you want but I won't call right back. Naw naw you won't get none.
Uh, yeah. It's like, I don't know what to do. I mean, what should I do?. Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. . See I've got lil' secret. But I don't think I could keep it.
Oh shh. Yo Jon-John this track is crazy. You know how I do. Brown town, Roc-A-Fella. . Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?. Where my fellows at?. Where my Coins at? Where my bitches at?.
(AMBA!). Gimme dat fire (fire). Gimme dat flame (flame, flame). Gimme dat (gimme dat). Gimme dat (gimme dat). Gimme dat (gimme dat). Absolutely you can gimme dat.
[Hook]. We goin' get you op... we goin' get you open. . Ready or not I gotta tell you from the top it's on. Christ is God, for Him I've got to rock this joint.
Chorus:. I say we here today, and we gone tomorrow. time goes by so fast, i don't know, lord,. I say we here today, and we gone tomorrow. my life damned near done passed, don't let me go, lord,.
"Is night shift okay with you?". "Yes". "Hey, well you got yourself a job, homie". . Graveyard shift ain't never dead. We go to work when people go to bed.
Yeah, I be acting crazy rapping nasty but don't get me wrong. I got sense I'ma thank God on this song. This song is dedicated to all the homeboys that almost died.
[Afroman talking]. Gotta do one song for the hood. This going out to all my homeboys. Ya know what I' saying. All my balling homeboys. Ya know what I' saying.
You do not dig them, so you say. Try them, try them and you may. Try them and you may, I say. . Slave drivers on your dollar bills that builds upon your ignorance.