phillycard
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Got this from Allhiphop.com..
I likes I likes. Could use more Ghost, but I'll cop it just the same.
Got this from Allhiphop.com..
I likes I likes. Could use more Ghost, but I'll cop it just the same.
I likes I likes. Could use more Ghost, but I'll cop it just the same.
Has anyone here heard of Andre Nickatina (Dre Dogg)? Conversation With A Devil is an amazing CD.
Cant believe no one said Tech N9ne
Ghost is easily the worst MC in the Wu.
hey philly, are you signed up to allhiphop.com? i read their boards sometimes and decided not to.. just looks like a constant war amongst posters about who's hot and the youngins defending the current rappers pointing out record sales..
Naw Gee. I'm on SOHH, but rarely post. Like you said, the silliness that abounds in some of the posts is really just too much. I've lurked at allhiphop, but like you haven't joined. I mess with Okayplayer a lot though.
Ya SOHH is almost the same as AHH.. Never went to Okayplayer though .. Heard about it.. From what I understand ?uestlove is on there alot right?
Everyone should own this cd - no exceptions.
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Alan Thicke...unless you were being funny. If that's the case, then:Wasn't that the Dad on Growing Pains?
Robin Thicke aint even rap/hip-hop.. He's R&B..
Artist: Grand Puba
Album: Understand This
Title: Issues
Yeah...yeah...yeah
[Hook]
Now if ya tied of bein' poor (Yeah)
Everytime you walkin' out cha' door (Yeah)
Or you got no place to live (Yeah)
Cause ya moms done bounced you out the crib (Yeah)
How it go, oh oh oh oh, uh
Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues
[Verse 1]
Now don't cha' feel absolutely dead with no bread
Smoke head, eyes red, ready to fill that metal up with lead
The get cha' some, spit cha' dum dums and flip yums
Stuck in the slums cause all ya pockets got is bread crumbs
That's when ya moms stops frontin'
You ain't gon' lay around my house all day, doin' nothin'
Playin' Playstation, deuce deuce and hide ya bluntin'
Better get cha' ass up, get a job or do something
Close my door, I don't wanna hear that **** tonight
She right, sleep all day, run all night
Tryin' to live nice in the gangsta's paradise
Rock some ice, stack some chips, bounce our whips
The ghetto life might be a struggle
Life is one big puzzle, where Rotteweiler grill cats get muzzled
I know it be hard to do ya thing
When you livin' like a peasant but you feelin' like a king
[Hook]
Ain't that the girl ya really love (Yeah)
But she play you like a scrub (Yeah)
She doin' mad **** to make ya bug (Yeah)
Every week she's in the club (Yeah)
How it go, oh oh oh oh ya got issues
Oh oh oh oh Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ya got issues oh, oh, oh oh
[Verse 2]
You got some chicks that act brand new
Cause the got their nails done, a new outfit, some ice and a hairdo
They wanna play the club, stress a dude with the hottest car
That got Mo and Cristal lined up at the bar
Whether they entertainer or ghetto superstar
Not all chicks are like that but you know who you are
Actin' like Frank BaDoob be pimpin' you
She trickin' **** it
She wanna glass of champagne out the bucket
Here bird, I mean love then you take it home and pluck it
Write it off, a business expense, tax deducted
Now you gased up like bean soup
Think you in the loop but you back in the chicken coup
In the biz I got trickin' recruit
Last time you seen him when he dropped you on ya stoop
The man don't want chu' and the next man dissed you
Seems you got caught up in them everyday issues
[Hook]
If ya man is actin' foul (Yeah)
On them streets and runnin' wild (Yeah)
And he thinks he's a playa till the end (Yeah)
Even ****ed some of ya friends (Yeah)
How it go oh oh oh oh, ya got issues
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 3]
And now ya got ballers then ya got ballin' pretenders
Who's honeys kind of thunder but they like to hold within
Frontin' pullin' jiu knots outta places
Hand full of aces outlined with big faces
Spend ya last dime for a nice piece of shine
I know, I did it when my ass was runnin' blind
False advertisement, you wanna front for the chicks
Meanwhile ya seed need a pair of kicks
Gucci, Iceberg downed life is great B
Cause I got shoes from Crocodile Dundee
Ya flossin' poppin' bottles like ya hit the lotto
Got chu' poppa livin' like you Ricky Ricardo
Got a lot of friends when ya got a lot of ends
A lot of friends pretend when they know ya trickin' ends
Ya girl tried to tell that these dudes be usin' you
But these be the issues that we all go through
[Hook]
Oh oh oh oh, ya got issues
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah...yeah...yeah
Volume 10 Lyrics
Pistol Grip Pump Lyrics
I was raised in the hood called what the dif? what the..
The brothers in the hood be Chivalrous
So i rest defense on my ligaments
Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin it
Full life living it, never giving it back
Too late for slipping, so slack...up
On my lap its on your lips so track shot
A steel dick more clip for pump but
All im saying there aint no question who the man is
In my civic or in this showbiz
I **** a fool, kill the fool
Come on what you say?
i think i can take care of all you mutha****az don't delay right away
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Fools be jackin' other fools, but they ain't be jackin mine!
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right?
Cause tricks be out for your blind side
Never understood it, but remember i showed you
That in the nineties you gotta look over your shoulder, strap
Well that ain't nothin' but the intent of gettin high
And a cop giving you **** for just passing you by
If your ever in trouble or on the double best to call your pals
If you ain't got none, bitch, I got a million styles!
Whose around me?
Are we getting along? we family, we better be
We got your back, we got your back kid
Just dont be pointing one of them guns, aiight man...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Fools be jackin' other fools, but they ain't be jackin mine!
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Fools be jackin' other fools, but they ain't be jackin mine!
Rhymin' iz a sinch, sonavabitch, I'm rich!
But that don't mean you can get me, cuz all my peoplez is pimps!
Playaz, hustlaz, pimpz, all been through the filter...
I hang wit' my doggz man, **** a gorilla
Iller, coddaba, hilla, bings...
Show me have a enough steam, to blow me up, run up, what up, shutup!
A trick get the buck-shotz
Your daughter get the luv, a lot, yer outtie, at the cemetary...
Man, she loves me, and not a single solitary, witness, to the party
And if you didn't know, should've asked somebody...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times!!!
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Fools be jackin' other fools, but they ain't be jackin mine!
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times...
Fools be jackin' other fools, but they ain't be jackin mine!
Pistol grip pump
Pistol grip pump
Pistol grip pump
Yeah...
Pistol grip pump
Pistol grip pump
Pistol grip pump
Ay man, Ay...
[Xzibit]
I've beeeeen this way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch (no)
It ain't cause I want to it's cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don't need that, I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah!! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein real about it; X get hot ***** forget about it
Speech don't failllll me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo', cause we can't get enough
[Xzibit]
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who's that ***** y'all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y'all cats were just too blind to listen
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
It ain't my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't **** changed.. we gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth, we still don't take no ****
[Xzibit]
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I'm gettin down to business
Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the
next man, it's the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin
Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this **** and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin 'til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that **** back one more time!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]