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[deep]

lyrics that you just like n shit

real ass lyrics as such:

 June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat
Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the jugular
Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black babies die without health care

[Cattelan]

"Fish Fuck Baby, I'm gonna fuck you with a fish. I'm gonna take a carp and ram it up your butt, you whore, you slut."

[deep]

"Fish Fuck Baby, I'm gonna fuck you with a fish. I'm gonna take a carp and ram it up your butt, you whore, you slut."

siq

[Cattelan]

Not feelin' Gwar huh?

[deep]

any lyrics that say fish fuck, then elaborate on the subject, is cool with me

[deluxe_six]

jacked her then i asked her whose the man, she said b-i-g, then i bust in her e-y-e

[Sherlock]

tasting you in rain I walk down to the train
try not to look down
this day could some day be an anniversary
everything is light and sound
facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me
where this train wants to go
living by the hour I stop for every flower
everything is soft and slow
now all these tastes improve through the view that comes with you
like they handed me my life
for the first time it felt right

[biggums mcgee]

Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about
I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest

[deep]

wild night cuddie

you missed out
showed a bitch some beads

she pulled her tits out

when i touched em she tripped out
almost slapped breakfast out the bitch mouth

she had a big ass that need a big house
i kicked her in it, then dipped out

man i tell ya, the night was wild

did a show, bow, jumped in the crowd

fucked a habanero
not a mild

she was well endowed
hella loud, when i gouged

it was a wild night, i swung em at every light
i was doin shit you cant do every night

i drank, urled, drank some more

hit the dank, did the furl, hit the dank some mo
i was butter like a biscuit, pulled me a triscuit

ritz crackers everywhere, cuddie ya missed it

[cat]

all of The Freewheelin' and Highway 61 Revisited LPz

[jf]

Superbowl patriots cheer half-time propaganda, fake titties, tooting trumpets. "FREEDOM" is in lights and is shitting itself out of Post-Hippy "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's multi-millionaire fucking mouth. Machine guns raised. Kegs secure. Beers held high! The (Presidential) Liar is in the house! Bono's in the house! We're DOOMED! FUCKING DOOMED! FUCKING DOOMED! FUCKING DOOMED! FUCKING DOOMED! FUCKING DOOMED! FUCKING DOOMED!

[Asian Temptation.]

[damian]

purple thang, gold hammers
gleamin as i see you pass
purple thang, gold hammers
gleamin as i see you pass
purple thang, gold hammers
gleamin as i see you pass
purple thang, gold hammers
gleamin as i see you pass [x12]

locced out, smoked out smoke out, smoked out
locced out, locced out locced out, locced out [x8]

DJ paul DJ paul DJ paul
DJ paul DJ paul DJ paul
everybody hittin so... [x8]


repeat for six and a half minutes and we have a winner.

[damian]

well i'm fresh up outta jail wit no job
so i steal and rob
creepin through them parks and runnin them bitches
up off them boulevards
this that type of shit that'll make you quick
to get yo ass in
(well what you want playa what you want)
bitch! them muthafuckin dividends
i'm that nigga to envy wit that damn devil in me
koopsta's buckin these bitches down leavin
they muthafuckin pockets empty
that's what i did and now i got a fuckin bloody glock
from makin these niggas lay
drop yourself takin these bitches off to my stash spot
and when i step damn fool betta watch yaself
cuz walkin wit that koopsta knicca's
bad for your fuckin health
ho i would rather make a stang than be a lame burglar
and if i do ya it's a murder murder murder murder
inside the mind of a muthafuckin lunatic
leavin bitches headless it's pathetic to try to fuck wit this
that's why i make these hits and call this shit a nigga knock
(3 gunshots)
bitch don't let this be a stash spot

[BallDontLie]

Can i kick it?

[deep]

Can i kick it?

yes ya can

[loophole]

I'll take a second of the day to think
about the things that we have done this year
The dog lies down, the pouring rain,
I'm underneath the smokers' railway arch again
The future's looking colourful

It's the colour of blood, chaos
and corruption of a happy soul
A happy soul will ride in the field
Ride in the field
Ride in the field
'Til the rain dies down.

The railway ticket states the destination
but it doesn't mean that we will show
There's a fork upon the line, we'll pay
the guard to switch the sign, off we go
The future's looking wonderful
It's the wonder of the businessman's
conspiracy to sell you wares, no one cares
Oh, you care I know
You care I know
You care I know
I forgot for a while

(guitar break)

On a sulky afternoon spent in dispute
you'll give yourself a headache, yeah
So I spend the day in stories and in
dreaming of the time when we're on stage

Have you seen the loneliness of a middle distance runner,
When he stops the race and looks around
I like the stage, I've seen it now (?)
I'll walk to the station
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Won't you follow me?

Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Won't you follow me?

[colinator]

One for the money, two for the better green
Three for methanine-dioxymethamphetamine

[deep]

I got split personalities I'm bipolar
Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola
Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola
If you dont pimp her, I might like Dola
I'm ridin in a big boat like Noah
Wit 2 women of each races boy I control her
A ho a ho stable I'm a Mac and a medic
No do ho debt it, thats right I said it

[Chris Hansen]

"Young teacher the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age

Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me"

[brent]

Saw some writin' on the wall
Said call her for a good time
867-5309
I hit her on my two-way
Asked what she was twurkin' wit
She said she smoked some bad weed and the brain damage was permanent

[DBUNN]

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
before you find out how blue steel feel

from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"

So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?

[skatebording sucks]

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
before you find out how blue steel feel

from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
and when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant "baka! baka! baka!"

So go get your man bitch he can get robbed too

Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?

Anytime at All? we missed you dude

[beeda weeda]

1 2 1 2 3

Yeah

I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't like my kind
'Cause I was a bit 2 leisurely

Seems that I was busy doing something close 2 nothing
But different than the day before
That's when I saw her, Ooh, I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door

She wore a
Raspberry beret
The kind U find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her

Built like she was
She had the nerve 2 ask me
If I planned 2 do her any harm

So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm

I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her mixed

She wasn't 2 bright
But I could tell when she kissed me
She knew how 2 get her kicks

She wore a
Raspberry beret
The kind U find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her

The rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof
And the horses wonder who U are
Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees
U feel like a movie star

Listen
They say the first time ain't the greatest
But I tell ya
If I had the chance 2 do it all again

I wouldn't change a stroke
'Cause baby I'm the most
With a girl as fine as she was then


(Raspberryberet)
The kind U find (The kind U find)
The kind U find (In a second hand store)
Oh no no
(Raspberryberet)
(And if it waswarm)
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (She wouldn'twear much more)
Yeah (Raspberry beret)

I think I... I think I... I think I love her

(Raspberryberet)
No No No
No No No (The kind U find)
(In a second handstore)
(Raspberryberet)
Tell me
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (And if it waswarm she)
(Wouldn't wearmuch more)
(Raspberryberet)
I think I love...

[dacman420]

lyrics that you just like n shit

real ass lyrics as such:

 June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat
Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the jugular
Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black babies die without health care

Is that a Mac Dre song? It sounds familiar.

[deep]

its a young lay song, but its got a mac dre sample in the chorus

[dacman420]

Mac Dre shakes broke hoes
with boatloads o' kids
Tell a bitch to take a long walk off a short bridge
And hope she land in shark infested waters
Heartless Takin over turf like Nino did to Corace
Kidnapped by the feds and treated like a sucka
but now I'm free they see payback's a mutha fucka
I'm sickenin like dicken all they daughters and nieces
Now CO's and PO's want me restin in peaces
Gettin peace is so hard it'll make yo nose bleed
And I been smokin since niggas was on Gold Weed
Born to be a playa, rhyme sayer, clock grits
Strapped with two twenty threes speedin chop sticks
Quick to kick a bitch to the curb
And get back wit'er on the 33rd of Nevuary
It's all copastetic
Got mo game than needin insulin in a diabetic

[deep]

Potna I'm vicious, you better check my statistics
Pimp the blood out of bitches, and boy I off a witness
Coughin' on the cat piss with some gats under the matress
Two fat double actions that chop like axes
Nigga I tear patches, bring the heat like matches
Pigs tryin' to snatch us but they can't catch us
Cause homie with chip, is too quick for Crown Vic
Plus I gotta give em' the slip cause I'm a ex-convict
One more strike I'm out, fuck what they talkin' bout
I'm hyphin' out, ain't no strikin' out
I'm a home run hitta, get a, bitch to do my dirt
Nigga the game bring pain, that's why I hurt

[VictorOG]

"A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape"

[somekid]

The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay.
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I gas em up?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' "
"Liscense and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my paper's legit
"Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?"
"Or somebody important or somethin'?"
Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one