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| Banana_juice | posted on 01-31-2002 @ 12:52 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01  | a friend of mine asked me today if i remembered this song. unfortunately i do. Informer Snow What's up man! Hey yo what's up! Yeah what's goin' on here. Sick an' tired of five-oh runnin' up on the block here. You know what I'm sayin'? Yo Snow, they came around here lookin' for you the other day. Word? Word! Bust it! CHORUS Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down. Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down. Police them come an' now they blow down me door, One him come crawl through, through my window, So then they put me in the back the car at the station, From that point on me reach my destination, When the destination reached, it was the east detention, where them Whipped down me pants, looked up me bottom, so CHORUS Bigger they are they think they have more power, They're on the phone me say that on (every) hour, Me for want to use it once an' now me call me lover, Lover who I'll be callin is the one Tammy, an' me love her in me heart down to my belly, Yes me Daddy me Snow me I feel cool an' deadly, As the one MC Shan an' the one Daddy Snow, Together we-a love'em as a Tor-Na-Do. CHORUS Listen for me, you better listen for me now. Listen for me, you better listen for me now. When me rockin' the microphone me rock it steady, Yes sir, Daddy me Snow me are the article done. But in the in an' the out of a dance them they say where you come from, People them say you come from Jamaica, But me born an' raised in the ghetto that's the one I want you to know, Pure black people mon that's all I mon know. Yeah me shoes are tear up an' me toes used to show, Where me born in on the one Toronto, so CHORUS Come with a nice young lady. Intelligent, Yes she's gentle an' irie. Everywhere me go, me never left her at all. Yes, its Daddy Snow me are the roam dance mon. Roam between a dancin' in a in a nation-a. You never know say Daddy me Snow me are the Boom Shakata. Me never lay-a down flat in that one cardboard box. Yes say me Daddy me Snow me I'll go reachin' at the top, so... CHORUS Why would he? Me sittin' 'round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl, Police knock my door, Lick up my pal, Rough me up an' I can't do a thing Pick up my line, when my telephone ring. Take me to the station, Black up my hands. Trail me down, 'cuz I'm hangin' with the Snowman, What I'm gonna do, I'm backed an' I'm trapped, Slap me in the face an' took all o' my gap. They have no clues an' they wanna get warmer, But Shan won't turn Informer!  E-Mail Me special thanks to maynard and grumpy for the sig pic and the help posting it | ||||
| disgustip8ed | posted on 01-31-2002 @ 1:02 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | Sweet Merciful Crap!! my boss made me listen to this in the cassette player while we were on our way to a job site last winter. it was the worst drive of my life.  'Wear your crutch like a crown of negativity. Calculate what we will not tolerate. Desperate to control, all and everything. Unable to forgive, Scarlet letterman.' MJK | ||||
| Thrillhouse Alkey gave me my bonus points back. | posted on 01-31-2002 @ 1:11 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 01 | its funny cause hes white he's old to, i saw a video for some newer song on much music last yr (who the hell gives this guy record deals) and it was just bad  | ||||
| NAMBLA Prez G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Kid Touching Corps | posted on 01-31-2002 @ 3:30 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Apr. 01 | That song just screams Junior High school dance. Thanks for the pic, Sephiroth "Gimmy the bat, faggit" "I AM ZEROMUS. I AM THE HATRED!" Graduated from ShinRa Inc. Newbie School Sanction, so suck it.....whitey. | ||||
| SweetAngel | posted on 01-31-2002 @ 4:33 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | I remember I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter | ||||
| ItsMindy | posted on 01-31-2002 @ 11:11 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 02 | i read the words and the song popped into my head and now it wont go away. i have the sudden urge to throw myself off of a bridge... thanks. Fat chicks try harder!!! | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 02-01-2002 @ 1:11 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Yes, it came out a year or so after this great little ditty... Yo, VIP, Let's kick it! Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby All right stop, Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it, You better gain way You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi Did you stop? No -- I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave. Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine Reading for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball" Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine -- All I heard were shells Falling on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene, You know what I mean They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem, You, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept We make it hype and you want to step with this Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn" If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem, Yo -- I'll solve it! Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it. Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother! Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold  This space for sale. | ||||
| CantHandleMyBooty | posted on 02-01-2002 @ 2:32 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | Hey its Vanilla Ice...i havent heard that song in like forever! Now its stuck in my head...thanx! You think I'd leave your side baby...you know me better then that. You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees. I wouldnt do that. I'll tell you your right when you want and if only you could see into me.... | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 02-01-2002 @ 2:40 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | quote: Damn I hated that song.  I'm Deep Inside Your Children. They Will Betray You In MY Name. | ||||
| ItsMindy | posted on 02-02-2002 @ 5:35 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 02 | just what i wanted.. a shitty white boy rap song stuck in my head... excuse me while i slit my wrists. Fat chicks try harder!!! | ||||
| crx girl Newbie! vg Y's me ugo girl Limey Mothercocker | posted on 02-02-2002 @ 6:00 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | quote:oddly enough i heard it twice last night. i now have some kind of a mix of the two stuck in my head, thank you soooo much :(  need me? try: crxgirl@opieanthony.com | ||||
| The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard | posted on 02-02-2002 @ 6:28 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Rico Suave (Gerardo Mejia/Christian Carlos Warren) Seguro que han oido que soy educado Say un caballerito un chico bien portado Un joven responsibile y siempre bien vestido Yo no se quien ha mentido I don't drink or smoke ain't into dope Won't try no coke, ask me how I do it, I cope My only addiction has to do with the female species I eat 'em raw like sushi No me gustan ternos, mi estilo es moderno Si me enterno, yo me enfermo Mi apariencia es dura, vivo en la locura No me vengan con ternuras So please don't judge a book by it's cover There's more to being a Latin lover You got to know how to deal with a woman That won't let go The price you pay for being a gigolo Rico Suave Haber quien ha dicho que tengo una amante Que la bano con diamentes Que le compro ropa viajes a europa Yo ni pago por la sopa There's not a woman that can handle A man like me That's why I juggle two or three I ain't one to commit, you can omit that bit You pop the question, that's it Haber uno, dos, tres, cuatro mujeres Y la situacion alli no muere No es un delito calmo mi apetito Con un llanato o un grito So again don't let my lyrics mislead you I don't love you but I need you Would you rather have me lie Take a piece of your pie and say bye Or be honest and rub your thighs Rico Suave Well, it's ten o'clock and I'm two hours late I never said I was a prompt date But you kept persisting that I meet your parents HUH, they're going to love my appearance Ding dong el timbre suena Tu madre abre, que vieja mas buena Le digo !Hola! Pero no me para bola Que se ha creido vieja chola Go and serve the food mom Que tengo ambre If you don't hurry, me va a dar un calambre Y usted senor? Why's your chin on the floor? Sierre la boca por favor What's this amor, these little huevos? Esto si que yo no pruebo I'm used to good ol' fashioned Homestyle Spanish cooking If I try it I'll be puking Well it's been a pleasure but we got to go Regresaremos temprano Cinco, seis, o siete de la manana Su hija esta en buenas manos You tell me that I'm better, You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her, You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference, Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done? | ||||
| Metalfan | posted on 02-04-2002 @ 7:28 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | BJ, I think its time you seek some serious psychological help bro.....you've lost it! E-Mail Me  09.11.01 - To those who we'll never see again - you'll be in our hearts forever. To those who did this.....buh bye motherfuckers. | ||||
| Silvio Dante | posted on 02-04-2002 @ 4:17 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00 | I couldn't locate lyrics for the Fuschnickens feat. Shaq with "What's up Doc" But this is a formidable backup Song: Pop Goes the Weasel Artist: 3rd Bass Album: Derelicts of Dialect Verse One Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel i see the empty pocket needs a refill i got a squad with a list of complainers i should have started RAPE, Rappers agianst phoney entertainers so we can make it known that we won't get swade it's 91 son, so somthin's gotta change gettin paid petal snearks and soda pop, pop pop goes the weasel as drawls drop drop drop, 1 take them, non top pop head (?) dig the music and make the senseless ryhmes fit it's the fact that ya can't be artistic intracat raps, comin so simplistic gotta strong mind and it doesn't have to be spoon fed and i can read it so 'cuz it has to be read so some stay illiterate and feeble, leagally let ya go the ways of the weasel, the weasel Chorus Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel -- three times \ repeat Pop goes the weasel, 'cuz the weasel goes pop / chorus Verse Two Hip hop, got turned into hip hop the second erect is number 1 on the pop charts but don't get started on the guy that started in the Getto, don't let no one forget about the hard part now in 91 we got a new brand, and new band lookin like the same old clan, same old theives that skeez, so we got to make sure that real rap got to indure watch all my points in the period appearin in complex structure like a pyramid the paper for the media presents ya learn lesson from the face of false legend stop vexin, on school, ya ain't originate on thin ice will break and set ya straight ate up on the plate, now who'd deisel, not the weasel not the weasel, pop goes the weasel Chorus Verse Three Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it Yo, i come from Collie (sp?) and they hooped it, they hooped it and now you're getting sued kinda stoopid boosted track, smack, ya got no haps to reach the 4 corners of the map, to kids in Kansas to kids to speak spanish, doin crazy damage so the wack get's banished ya can't manage the truth until the biway ya ain't quic so ya cut off the exit to my highway to rest but a crook, had to take a second look ever heard of a cheif who can't cook? but the minister prime can lay laws hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go or yours i goes for mine, i goes for mine, i find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine on line like the search, or the hoody with the woody get a disc or tape at Sam goody so ya run through the doors that are left open left the scene on the crime smokin i got plenty up like a scud see blow up, like i'm blowin up a beef patty see out, like the measel's no cure, 'cus pop goes the weasel the weasel Chorus | ||||
| Tequila Fez claims this land in the name of Portugal! Why worry about the train if it never makes it around the tracks?? IrishAlkey wuz here!!! | posted on 02-04-2002 @ 7:19 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Back Caught you lookin' for the same thing It's a new thing - check out this I bring Uh Oh the roll below the level 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon Turn up the radio They claim that I'm a criminal By now I wonder how Some people never know The enemy could be their friend, guardian I'm not a hooligan I rock the party and Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist Preach to teach to all 'Cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run About the gun... I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe the hype... Yes Was the start of my last jam So here it is again, another def jam But since I gave you all a little something That we knew you lacked They still consider me a new jack All the critics you can hang'em I'll hold the rope But they hope to the pope And pray it ain't dope The follower of Farrakhan Don't tell me that you understand Until you hear the man The book of the new school rap game Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind We're brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and Not surrenderin' I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin' Some claim that I'm a smuggler Some say I never heard of 'ya A rap burgler, false media We don't need it do we? It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me? Don't believe the hype... Don't believe the hype - its a sequel As an equal, can I get this through to you My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Comin' from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox Leader of the new school, uncool Never played the fool, just made the rules Remember there's a need to get alarmed Again I said I was a timebomb In the daytime the radio's scared of me 'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime 'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine I get on the mix late in the night They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike Before I let it go, don't rush my show You try to reach and grab and get elbowed Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you As you get up and dance at the LQ When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos Then they clear the lane I go solo The meaning of all of that Some media is the whack You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof Suckers, liars get me a shovel Some writers I know are damn devils For them I say don't believe the hype Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? Their pens and pads I'll snatch 'Cause I've had it I'm not an addict fiendin' for static I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it No, you can't have it back silly rabbit I'm going' to my media assassin Harry Allen, I gotta ask him Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type? Don't believe the hype I got flavor and all those things you know Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show Yo Griff, get the green black red and Gold down countdown to Armageddon -88 you wait the S1Ws will Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard Some sau I'm negative But they're not positive But what I got to give... The media says this  AOL/AIM - oanda1027fm | ||||
| Tequila Fez claims this land in the name of Portugal! Why worry about the train if it never makes it around the tracks?? IrishAlkey wuz here!!! | posted on 02-05-2002 @ 10:27 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | What about this one You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come and get me Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo Goin off on a motherfucker like that with a gat that's pointed at yo ass So give it up smooth Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin with a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily yo weekly, monthly and yearly until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly that I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] Yo Ren Whassup? Tell em where you from! Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jackin the crops Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin' And when illegally armed it's called 'packin' Shoot a motherfucker in a minute I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it So if you're at a show in the front row I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows me, slut, you're composed to a crazy muthafucker from tha street Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb muthafucker that starts static Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself every time I pull a AK off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a law R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin that's takin place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your ass is through Look, you might take it as a trip but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton... Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin... ...straight outta Compton is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother and make ya sister think I love her Dangerous motherfucker raises hell And if I ever get caught I make bail See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pass, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga drivin but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin lookin for the one they call Eazy But here's a flash, they never seize me Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker! This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton AOL/AIM - oanda1027fm | ||||
...And now the battle between us and them has begun. JYD-4-LIFE. | posted on 02-06-2002 @ 3:59 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: May. 00 | Its easy to see But its not that I don't care so Cause I hear it all the time But they never let you know On the TV and the radio She was young her heart was pure But every night is bright she got She said sugar is sweet She come rappin' to the beat Then I knew that she was hot She was singin Don't turn around, oh oh Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh You're in his eye And you'll know why The more you live The faster you will die Alles klar, Herr Kommissar? She said babe you know I miss Jill and Joe And all my funky friends But my street understanding was just enough to know what she really meant And I got to thinking while she was talking That I know she told the story Of those special places that she goes When she rides with the others in the subway Singin' Don't turn around, oh oh Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh And if he talks to you And you don't know why You say your life Is gonna make you die... Alles klar, Herr Kommissar? Well we meet Jill and Joe And brother Herr And the whole cool gang (and oh) They're rappin' here they're rappin' there But she's climbin' on the wall Its a clear case, Herr Kommissar Cause all the children know They're all slidin' down into the valley They're all slipping on the same snow Hear the children Don't turn around, oh oh Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh He's got the power And you're so weak And your frustration will not let you speak Don't turn around, oh oh Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh And if he talks to you Then you'll know why The more you live The faster you will die Don't turn around, oh oh Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh  Quando sono solo sogno all’orizzonte e mancan le parole, Si lo so che non c’è luce in una stanza quando manca il sole, se non ci sei tu con me, con me. This message was edited by Faceman on 2-6-02 @ 4:09 PM | ||||
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