Russ – Splash Out 3.0 Lyrics

[Russ] Intro: I love my freedom But i risk it anywhere i see them ‘i i i i love mr. Verse 2: Shit den, pull up they panic ching him (ching him) Metal straight in him Big ting ain’t no kitchen (large one) Rip skin tear off his ting (tear it) Cheeky try slap off a [?] Back this one it comes with a bang (bow) No talking just stretch out my hand Slap more then 3 man in your gang 100 man fuck that Big ting always on hip can’t lack Anything 8 get brr get wack Back out my, grip firm attack Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits Free up my dargs they soon come back Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits (ching splash) Free up my dargs they soon come back Verse 3: Test it Bruck it 2 piece buss it Ying yang flood it Upsuh i love it Test it Bruck it 2 piece buss it Ying yang flood it Upsuh i love it Outro: Got kicked out a section too Shsh backed a wap on you Shit den i feel sorry for you In your vid thats my jacket too I don’t know nothing ’bout pressure Do up an opp with pleasure Akee fuck the verbal attck me WOT entertainment’ G8 Cruuuddddddd 100 man fuck that Big ting always on hip can’t lack Anything 8 get brr get wack Back out my, grip firm attack Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits Free up my dargs they soon come back Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits Free up my dargs they soon come back Verse 1: Classified member I don’t know nothing ’bout pressure (none) Do up an opp with pleasure (do him) Akeee pull up my rams get splashy (splash splash) Fuck the verbal attack me (come) Got plenty names on this shank b (nuff) Still walk with sticks come like bambi She said i’m sweeter than candy (sweet) Just hit up the spot and cream it Samples for the cats just tease ’em I love my freedom But i risk it anywhere i see them (onsite) Left numerous fuck boys bleeding Left humerous big men screaming (bitches) She’s mine if i start gunleaning [?] 25+ your way too bitter Live in the flesh Fat boy got quicker Still out here can’t see that nigga Smash mans …

KRS-One – You Like Me Lyrics

As long as I’m dancin Actin or rappin Walkin around like I don’t know what’s happenin You like me (x4) If I’m talkin bout drinkin And nothin bout thinkin As long as I’m high And I never ask why You like me (x4) But the second I start with the state of the economy Black leadership, Black gods and Black sovereignty That’s when you can’t seem to follow me, confusion You feel like you losin, I’m no longer amusin This song’s about choosin, choosin why you cruisin Either Black entertainment or the Black Revolution People love to see a young Black man rap Until he wakes up and realize he’s caught in the trap So as long as I’m dancin Actin or rappin Walkin around like I don’t know what’s happenin You like me (x4) If I’m talking bout drinkin And nothin bout thinkin As long as I’m high And I never ask why You like me (x4) But the minute I get in it bout the way these rappers spit it The minute I start spittin that truth here comes a critic I freestyle off the top like removin ya yankee fitted But they not really checkin for skills, they want the gimmick Many of the challenges we face, we could solve em But there’s no trust, no unity, and that’s the problem Black people fightin amongst themselves that’s the problem White people fightin amongst themselves that’s the problem US foreign policy is simply just bomb em Rebels against they own government, the US arms em Then when things get outta hand, yeah they try to calm em More money, more diplomacy, just charm em If that doesn’t work then they move to “Osama” Turn him into a terrorist, so they can disarm em Through the corporate media, we don’t stand a chance But too many people wanna us to just stand and dance So as long as I’m dancin Actin or rappin Walkin around like I don’t know what’s happenin You like me (x4) If I’m talking bout drinkin And nothin bout thinkin As long as I’m high And I never ask why You like me (x4) You like me, you like me, you like me You like me, you like me, you like me

Classified – Damn Right Lyrics

(Mike Boyd) Luke? Don’t go breaking anything! (Realtor) You bet it’s the place (Classified) It’s a lot older than what the ad said (Realtor) Oh it’s old; it’s real old, a man died in there (Classified) Really? (Realtor) Yeah, during the boom; bad handler (Classified) Can we go check it out? Here, here goes another classic (here goes another classic) Yeah, let’s take it back to [Chorus] Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you Refreshing it for you [Chorus #2] Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right Yeah, you’re talking that bullshit That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah And yo, straight from the motherfucking field Everything I do is too real, too ill Said they want rap shit, gotta give ’em rap shit Run up in your city with that gritty boombox shit Yell it to the world, never sleep on me I’m just tryna wake ’em up with some free coffee This is what you need, this isn’t tongue in cheek This is that one, two, three No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak; like, come on It’s going down, I’m ’bout to free fall I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y’all I ate a volume of balls bigger than beach balls I’m locked and loaded this is for survival Fuck fame, it killed my idols; Biggie and Michael And ain’t nobody talking making any sense Like people at the shows still sitting in the stands Yeah; I bet it all like Pro-Line I ran it through the goal line, and hit the fucking gold mine They try to leave me out to dry, hang ’em from the clothesline But watch me go with Showtime, that’s why I pay ’em no mind [Bridge] Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right) We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right) Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right) So here we go (here we go) Come on, come on [Chorus] Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you Refreshing it for you [Verse 2] Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle …