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| I Rooned It | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 12:06 AM |    | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jun. 01  | Break out the big gold chains, the British Knights sneakers, and grow your hair into a big flat-top with a carved in "z" on the side because sometimes you have to put your shame on hold and get funky wit' cha bad self. (I know it's lame, but I'm tired) Artist: Digital Underground Album: Sex Packets Title: The Humpty Dance Verse One: Humpty Hump (Shock G) All right! Stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin the image and the style that ya used to. I look funny, but yo I'm makin' money, see so yo world I hope you're ready for me. Now gather round I'm the new fool in town and my sound's laid down by the Underground. I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf so just let me introduce myself My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty. Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee. And all the rappers in the top ten--please allow me to bump thee. I'm steppin' tall, y'all, and just like Humpty Dumpty you're gonna fall when the stereos pump me. I like to rhyme, I like my beats funky, I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy. I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack but sometimes I get ridiculous I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice hey yo fat girl, c'mere--are ya ticklish? Yeah, I called ya fat. Look at me, I'm skinny It never stopped me from gettin' busy I'm a freak I like the girls with the boom I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom I'm crazy. Allow me to amaze thee. They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me. I'm still gettin' in the girls' pants and I even got my own dance {Chorus:} The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Verse Two: People say "Yo, Humpty, you're really funny lookin'" that's all right 'cause I get things cookin' Ya stare, ya glare, ya constantly try to compare me but ya can't get near me I give 'em more, see, and on the floor, B, all the girls they adore me Oh yes, ladies, I'm really bein' sincere 'cause in a 69 my humpty nose will tickle ya rear. My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge, both how I'm livin' and my nose is large I get stoopid, I shoot an arrow like Cupid, I use a word that don't mean nothin', like looptid I sang on Doowhutchalike, and if ya missed it, I'm the one who said just grab 'em in the biscuits Also told ya that I like to bite Well, yeah, I guess it's obvious, I also like to write. All ya had to do was give Humpty a chance and now I'm gonna do my dance. {Chorus} Breakdown: Oh, yeah, that's the break, y'all Let me hear a little bit of that bass groove right here Oh, yeah! Now that I told ya a little bit about myself let me tell ya a little bit about this dance It's real easy to do--check it out Verse Three: First I limp to the side like my leg was broken Shakin' and twitchin' kinda like I was smokin' Crazy wack funky People say ya look like M.C. Hammer on crack, Humpty That's all right 'cause my body's in motion It's supposed to look like a fit or a convulsion Anyone can play this game This is my dance, y'all, Humpty Hump's my name No two people will do it the same Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain Humpin', funkin', jumpin', jig around, shakin' ya rump, and when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a stump tell him step off, I'm doin' the Hump. {Chorus} Black people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump White people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Puerto Ricans, do the Humpty Hump, just keep on doin' the hump Samoans, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump Let's get stoopid! {Chorus} Oh, yeah, come on and break it down Outro: Once again, the Underground is in the house I'd like to send a shout out to the whole world, keep on doin' the Humpty Dance, and to the ladies, peace and humptiness forever {Music and fade} You Give Me Head, It Makes it Worse. Take out Your Fucking Retainer, put it in Your Purse. ---Jello Biafra | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 12:15 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Can you post "Drops of Jupiter" by Train next? kidding...im kidding... Chief Rocka Verse One: Mr. Funke Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka Rock it down, so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh Think I won't curse, I'll break down and say puta ?Hey, madrigon, sesa me bichafi mi chocha? Say what I want because, I'm that type of guy Now fam-a-lam, I'll be damned, slam jams the weak Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky? Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze No it's the shoes (the shoes?) It's gotta be the shoes! Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock so I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock ?To think I'm the troop, when on the mic? ?I'll say it, it ain't the shows kid? ?Like drunk and a grump and sound over some uhhhh!? The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs "That doesn't make no sense!" C'mon who cares? See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin to knock me I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands But they don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin man I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown Who's-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun? I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke, uhh *Lord Jazz cuts 'The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka' 8X* Verse Two: DoItAll Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk Whew! And it's smellin up the hip-hop A little bit of this, a little bit of that Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap I'm the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if I was an Indian I'd still be the Chief The only other difference I'd smoke weed in a leaf To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy hip-hop, oh no, I don't wanna go pop! I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues R&B ya see, all that's cool, but hip-hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at Even back when I used to break on a box Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rappin Before I had a record, I always kept em clappin Freestylin on the block, now I Chief Rock I always entertain, by diggin in my crux My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain I spook you with the hit, make you jump like House of Pain Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front *Lord Jazz cuts 'The Lord Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka' 4X* Verse Three: DoItAll, Mr. Funke [DIA] Ay Mr. Funke [MrF] Whassup? [DIA] Can I get assistance? [MrF] For what? [DIA] For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut Well back is the backer, I'm chillin with my knocker And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like [duo] what goes up, must come down [DIA] But not me clown I cut em, crack a speaker when I'm pumpin So jump in, and watch your earrrs start hummin through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak [MrF] Well damn DoItAll can I rock? I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin But they don't understand how I feel about the funk I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk So now what do they say, when I'm walkin up the block? Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka *Lord Jazz does his thing again until fade*  i'm not between you and your ambition i am a poster girl with no poster i am thirty-two flavors and then some and i'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might want to turn your head... This message was edited by virgingrrl on 8-24-01 @ 12:21 AM | ||||
| The Painter 1/2 a bottle of Jack Daniels... it's a cure-all | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 6:49 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | Grandmaster Flash; White Lines Fun, baby Freeze! Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock! (High... High... High... High...) Rrrrrrrrruh! Bass! (Oooh White...White) 3X Verse One: (Ooooh...White Lines) Vision dreams of passion (Blowin through my mind) And all the while I think of you (Pipe cries) A very strange reaction (For us to unwind) The more I see the more I do (Something like a phenomenon) Baby (Tellin your body to come along, but white lines...blow away) (Blow! Rock it! Blow!) Ticket to ride white line highway Tell all your friends, they can go my way Pay your toll, sell your soul Pound for pound costs more than gold The longer you stay the more you pay My white lines go a long way Either up your nose or through your vein With nothin to gain except killin your brain (Freeze! Rock!) 4X (Blow!) (High...) Higher, baby (High...) Get higher, baby! (High...) Get higher, baby! And don't ever come down! (Freebase!) Verse Two: Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang (Pipe line...) Pure as the driven snow (Connected to my mind) And now I'm havin fun, baby! (Pipe cries) It's gettin kinda low (Cause it makes you feel so nice) I need some one-on-one, baby (Don't let it blow your mind away) Baby (And go into your little hideaway cause white lines...blow away) (Blow! Rock it! Blow!) A million magic crystals, painted pure and white A multi-million dollars almost over night Twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt And if you get hooked, baby, it's nobody else's fault, so don't do it! (Freeze! Rock!) 4X Rrrrah! (Blow!) (High...) Higher, baby (High...) Get higher, baby! (High...) Get higher, baby! And don't ever come down! (Freebase!)  This message was edited by The Painter on 8-24-01 @ 7:36 AM | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 10:22 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Michael Jackson Smooth Criminal ;-) As he came into the window It was the sound of a crescendo He came into her apartement He left the bloodstains on the carpet She ran underneath the table He could see she was unable So she ran into the bedroom She was struck down, it was her doom Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok Are you ok, Annie Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok Are you ok, Annie Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok? Are you ok, Annie? Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok, are you ok Annie? (Annie are you ok?) (Will you tell us that you're ok?) (There's a sign in the window) (That he struck you - a crescendo Annie) (He came into your apartement) (He left the bloodstains on the carpet) (The you ran into the bedroom) (You were struck down) (It was your doom) Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok? Are you ok, Annie? Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok? Are you ok, Annie? Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok? Are you ok, Annie? You've been hit by You've been hit by - a smooth criminal So they came into the outway It was Sunday What a black day Every time I tried to find him He’s leaving no clues Left behind him And he had no way of knowing Of the suspect Or what to expect Mouth to mouth resuscitation Sounding heartbeats Intimidations Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok Are you ok, Annie Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok Are you ok, Annie Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok? Are you ok, Annie? Annie, are you ok? So, Annie are you ok, are you ok Annie? (Annie are you ok?) (Will you tell us that you're ok?) (There's a sign in the window) (That he struck you - a crescendo Annie) (He came into your apartement) (Left the bloodstains on the carpet) (Then you ran into the bedroom) (You were struck down) (It was your doom) (Annie are you ok?) (So, Annie are you ok?) (Are you ok Annie?) (You've been hit by) (You've been struck by - a smooth criminal) Aaow! (Annie are you ok?) I don't know! (Will you tell us that you're ok?) I don't know! (There's a sign in the window) I don't know! (That he struck you - a crescendo Annie) I don't know! (He came into your apartement) I don't know! (Left the bloodstains on the carpet) I don't know why baby! (The you ran into the bedroom) I don't know (You were struck down) (It was your doom - Annie!) (Annie are you ok?) Dad gone it - baby! (Will you tell us that you're ok?) Dad gone it - baby! (There's a sign in the window) Dad gone it - baby! (That he struck you - a crescendo Annie) Hoo! Hoo! (He came into your apartement) Dad gone it! (Left the bloodstains on the carpet) Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! (The you ran into the bedroom) Dad gone it! (You were struck down) (It was your doom - Annie!) Aaow!!!  It's just "I love you" can mean a lot of things, like "You'll do till someone better comes along", or "I can't describe how I really feel but I know I'm supposed to say this", or "Shut up, I'm watchin' TV"... Yo, I went up to a thug gangster and he was like, "Yo, motherfucker "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"  | ||||
| Black Lazerus | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 10:32 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | The Choice Is Yours Who's the Black Sheep, what's the Black Sheep? Don't know who I am, or when I'm coming so you sleep Wasn't in my room, wasn't in my sphere Knew not who I was, but listen here Dres, D-R-E-S, yes I get suckers start If it's all right with you, I'll rip this here one apart Back, Middle, to the front, don't front Wanna a good time, gonna give you what you want Can I hear a hey? [Hey!] Now get a yo! [Yo!] You gotta hay? [Huh!] It's for the hoes [Oh!] The styling is creative, Black Sheep of the Native Can't be violated, or even decepticated I got brothers in the Jungle, cousins on the Quest Deaf retarded uncles, in parties were they rest Guess, which way, what, when, how Mista Lawnge, Dres, Black Sheep slam NOW Know you've heard the others, phonies to the lovers Then of course, the choice is yours Chorus You can get with this, or you can get with that [repeat 3X] I think you'll get with this, for this is where it's at [repeat both lines 2X] Verse Two Where's the Black Sheep, here's the Black Sheep Even if we wanted to the flock could not be weak Watch me swing like this, why should I swing it like that, Because in fact, on me it might not attract Therefore I ignore, do as I feel inside I live with me, I've got my back tonight Ya know what I'm saying, yo Black, I'm not playing Need to go with this, or go with that with no delaying See, in actuality, one be can it be, I made it look easy, because it is to me Any time capacity was filled, try to rock it Any time a honey gave us play, tried to knock it Never was fool, so we finished school Never see us sweat, and you'll never see us drool Out to rock the globe while it's still here to rock Don't punch girls, and we don't punch a clock Gotta go, gotta go, see you later by the cat And you can't beat that with a bat Chorus Verse Three Now you can get this, or you can get with that I think you'll get with this yes, for this is kinda fat If you get with that, then you will surly miss, Because that is so wack, I think you'll get with this For in the day in my life, or rather the life of my days Never sweat the chaos, for Black Sheep has ways Although, how shall I say it, take a point, convey it Styling is quite Dolby, yes I know those for you play it Not to be all that though all that is my goal Stumble and fell, brother, like Dres would roll Need a sexy honey for a twilight stroll Gave up on sushi, give me an egg roll At A & W, get to the Root, with a boot or sneaker Get near a speaker, demo to a single To the kind with a fly hoe, damned the scenario And, pass the paper, cross the fader Black Sheep getting played, like a Sony in a Beta Dres the creator, of a style that is much greater The Leader Of The Black Revolutionary Army | ||||
| atomic punk | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 10:39 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Nice choice, BL. No lie, I just copied those lyrics to post to the thread. You beat me to it, ya bastard. ;) Why behave in public if you're living on a playground? This message was edited by atomic punk on 8-24-01 @ 10:41 AM | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 10:54 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Bizmarkie Just a Friend Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date But a year to make love she wanted you to wait Let me tell ya a story of my situation I was talkin' to this girl from the U.S. nation The way that I met her was on tour at a concert She had long hair and a short miniskirt I just got onstage drippin', pourin' with sweat I was walkin' through the crowd and gues who I met I whispered in her ear, "Come to the picture booth So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof" I asked her her name, she said blah-blah-blah She had 9/10 pants and a very big bra I took a couple of flicks and she was enthused I said, "How do you like the show?" she said, "I was very amused" I started throwin' bass, she started throwin' back mid-range But when I sprung the question, she acted kind of strange Then when I asked, "Do ya have a man," she tried to pretend She said, "No I don't, I only have a friend" Come on, I'm not even goin' for it This is what I'm goin' sing You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend And you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend So I took blah-blah's word for it at this time I thought just havin' a friend couldn't be no crime 'Cause I have friends and that's a fact Like Agnes, Agatha, Germaine, and Jacq Forget about that, let's go into the story About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me So we started talkin', getttin' familiar Spendin' a lot of time so we can build up A relationship or some undderstanding How it's gonna be in the future we was plannin' Everything sounded so dandy and sweet I had no idea I was in for a treat After this was established, everything was cool The tour was over and she went back to school I called every day to see how she was doin' Everytime that I ccalled her it seemed somethin' was brewin' I called her on my dime, picked up, and then I called again I said, "Yo, who was that?" "Oh, he's just a friend" Don't gimme that, don't ever gimme that Jus' bust this You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend And you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need but you say he's just a friend But you say he's just a friend So I came to her college on a surprise visit To see my girl that was so exquisite It was a school day, I knew she was there The first semester of the school year I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm This guy made me fill out a visitor's form He told me where it was and I as on my way To see my baby doll, I was happy to say I arrrived in front of the dormitory Yo, could you tell me where is door three? They showed me where it was for the moment I didn't know I was in for such an event So I came to her room and opened the door Oh, snap! Guess what I saw? A fella tongue-kissin' my girl in the mouth, I was so in shock my heart went down south So please listen to the message that I say Don't ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend It's just "I love you" can mean a lot of things, like "You'll do till someone better comes along", or "I can't describe how I really feel but I know I'm supposed to say this", or "Shut up, I'm watchin' TV"... Yo, I went up to a thug gangster and he was like, "Yo, motherfucker "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 12:57 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | [ Dane ] Hello, I'd like to see Dr. Slumber, please [ doctor's assistant ] Ah - do you have an appointment, sir? [ Dane ] No, I don't But tell the Doctor it's urgent that I see her [ doctor's assistant ] Well - just one moment Dr. Slumber? Dr. Slumber, there's a young man out here named - Excuse me, what is your name? [ Dane ] Oh, tell her it's Dana Dane [ doctor's assistant (hysterically) ] Hhhh... D-D-Dana D-D-DANE?! OH NO! OH, YOU CAN COME RIGHT IN! COME RIGHT IN, RIGHT NOW! COME ON IN...! [ Dane ] Thank you, thank you Well, I walked into the office, what did I see? A well-shaped body with the back to me Sittin in her chair with an all-white gown Said said (Dana Dane, won't you please lay down?) She said that she wouldn't reveal her face Till my hour was up and I was on my way Now we got to the matter of why I came there I said, "Doc, I keep havin these crazy nightmares" Nightmares of the night (nightmares) Nightmares, they're alright (nightmares) Cause they just show imagination of reality (nightmares) Just keep telling yourself that they're make-believe (nightmares) She said, "Relax yourself, won't you tell me one So I can diagnose and see what must be done" I laid back my head, start to inhale Caught my breath, and then I said, "Well - Bright one morning I was late for class Had a fresh pair of frames with Gucci on the glass Girls they was hawking, dudes they was talkin Saw the doggy-dogg female, I kept on walkin She was on it hard, there was no denyin Shoulda seen what this female was tryin Grabbin on my shirt, tuggin on my slacks Pullin on my zipper board, I had to hold her back Word up, Doc, on the ultimate Now if I never saw a creature, this girl was it I kept on walkin, had to leave this place But she was all up on me, breathin in my face You may think I'm lyin though it's just a dream This girl had the baddest breath I'd ever seen I couldn't think straight, thought I was doomed Heard a bling-bling-bling, it was time for homeroom I stepped real quick, she tried to play it sassy She almost ran me down, this nasty fatnastee Dipped to the stairs, running blind Get to my homeroom, ran through my mind Got to the 4th floor, standin in the door Girlies watchin me walk down the corridor The guys they were jealous and gettin mad And all the girlies wishin they had the class I had Got to my classroom, expect to see the teacher Who did I see? That ugly black creature Paused for a minute standin in the door Then I broke out when the girlie went raw Word em up, Doc, couldn't stand the smell Heard of 3D? Well, she was fat as hell I ran out the school, I didn't look back I tell you, Dr. Slumber, this girl was wack And that's about the time when I awoke And I smelled that awful breath that almost made me choke Now tell me, Dr. Slumber, how can it be? That this dream somehow became reality? I can't go to sleep, cause I'm so damn scared Cause I keep havin these crazy nightmares" Nightmares of the night (nightmares) Nightmares, they're alright (nightmares) Cause they just show imagination of reality (nightmares) Just keep telling yourself that they're make-believe (nightmares) (Nightmares) She said, "Listen, Dana Dane, I think I have the cure But I have to hear one more before I'll be sure" I laid back my head, tried to concentrate Then I told her the nightmare 'bout the blind date Had a blind date with this girl named Anita The Fever's the place I'm supposed to meet her Saw the def body with the vicious butt How did I know she was a marvelous mutt This lady I met was as ugly as hell Couldn't go in the jam with this female I was coughin hard, she started to braggin Couldn't let them know I was here with this dragon Grabbed her hand, dipped to Harlem World But I left this ugly lady for another girl Now this other female, her name was Denise Couldn't get no rapture, there followed the beast Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look There was Anita the beast, she could not be shook I dipped, I dived, I ran, I thrived But there was no place that I could hide Cause she was sniffin me out like a hungry blood hound Her tail in the air, her nose to the ground Only thing left for me to do Was to set her up with this other dude Now this other dude, he was real upset Cause this ugly female he didn't wanna check He started actin wild, even called me a faggot What could I do, he had a .22 automatic I dipped into the crowd, made my way to the door Bumped into this object and I hit the floor When I looked up, what did I see? I saw Anita the Beast lookin down at me I couldn't try to play it, couldn't try to pretend Like the AFTCA I had to take the dog in Nightmares of the night (nightmares) Nightmares, they're alright (nightmares) Cause they just show imagination of reality (nightmares) Just keep telling yourself that they're make-believe (nightmares) (Nightmares) Now I pleaded, "Dr. Slumber, I just can't bare To have another one of these crazy nightmares" Then all of a sudden she turned around And starin at me with that all-white gown With a Catholic smile, showin all her teeth Was that ugly female, Anita the Beast... [ Dr. Slumber, her sweet, soft voice turning horrifying ] Dana? Dana, honey, wake up! What's wrong? Wake up, honey You are just... HAVING A NIGHTMARE! A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Telling people their desire Satan's sitting there, he's smiling Watches those flames get higher and higher Oh no, no, please God help me! Newbies No mas once again. If you are interested in being adopted AIM. OAbrokenjaw or e-mail Ovaherenow@aol.com HLJC 4 LIFE This message was edited by Brokenjaw on 8-24-01 @ 1:01 PM | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 3:35 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Throw Ya Gunz Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead Shine em up, shine em up, shine the bald head One gun, two gun, three gun, four You're, mine, it's all about crime Onyx! (echoes) Verse One: Suave It's time to get live, live, live like a wire I set a whole choir on fire (UHH!) Well done, on the grill, shot skills kills and no frills - they try to diss me? They gettin crispy Ha, ha hah hah, AND WE DO IT LIKE THIS In fact, ?? ?? and jack Jack's Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the All Madden Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick ?? ?? Infinite that gets crashed like a rented The shit they write is black and white; well mines got mad color Ain't that right, my blood brother? Word up, raise it up! We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air Buck buck like you don't care Verse Two: Fredro Starr Uh-oh!! Heads up, cause we're droppin some shit On your now shot-skills, Onyx tec-9 for a while Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'ma swell em The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I'ma sell em (sell em) To all competition slide back then listen I'm kickin all that, shit to the doormat Claimin this domain, cause mad pains Blood stains, long range - got gats! Crazy clips, I sink ships, cuttin faces like a pirate I've never caught a flood, for the mad shit that I did Heard, you got the word so observe I shatter and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds, OPEN! I always leave my barrel smokin Throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie Cause I'm havin a bad day, so stay out of my way And what the pistol packin people say you better obey Just in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime Rip my heart, from my chest, put it right into a rhyme 9YEAH!) I don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind And what's - mines is mines and, yours is mine Don't fuckin blink or I'ma rob yo' ass blind Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine So what the plumber got boy buck buck buck buck It's like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G I'm a bald head with a kinfe I want your money or your life So, so, so, so? So throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Outro: We the motherfuckin Onyx! And we don't give a flying motherfuckin fuck Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man Fuck that, yo DS we comin man, we got the bail We got the bail, we gonna break you out man Fuck that, yeah! We the fuck up out of this piece i'm not between you and your ambition i am a poster girl with no poster i am thirty-two flavors and then some and i'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might want to turn your head... | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 3:39 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Do Me Take a good look at me Tell me do you like what you see Do you think you can Do you think you can do me Kiss me pretty baby And touch me all over Girl what makes you think You can do me Do you think you can do me girl? Do me baby (Oh) Do me baby (Do you think you can) Do me baby (Do me) Do me baby (Oh yeah) Girl let your hair down Take off your clothes And leave on your shoes Would you mind if I Look at you for a moment Before I make sweet love Backstage, under age, adolescent How ya doin'? Fine, sugar pie I like to do the wild thing Action took place Kinda wet Don't forget The J the I the M the M the Y y'all I need a body bag Do me baby (Oh) Do me baby (You can do me When you wanna do me) Do me baby (Yeah yeah) Do me baby (Oh yeah) Do me baby (I like it in the morning time) Do me baby (Sometimes I love it In the evening baby) Do me baby (Can you do me all over girl) Do me baby (Oh yeah) The time was 6 o'clock On the Swatch watch No time to chill, got a date Can't be late Hey, the girl is gonna do me Move to the Jacuzzi Ooh that booty Smack it up, flip it, Rub it down, oh no Do me baby (Yeah) Do me baby (Oh I like it just like that) Do me baby (Oh yeah) Do me baby (Oh move just a little bit closer) CHORUS: You can do me in the morning You can do me in the night You can do me when you wanna do me You can do me in the morning You can do me in the night You can do me when you wanna do me Repeat chorus thrice i'm not between you and your ambition i am a poster girl with no poster i am thirty-two flavors and then some and i'm beyond your peripheral vision so you might want to turn your head... | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 4:35 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | (Young MC) Bust it. This here's a jam for all the fellas, try to do what those ladies tell us. Get shot down 'cuz you're overzealous, play hard to get and females get jealous. Okay, smarty, go to a party, girls are scantily clad and showin' body. A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her, but she's standing on the wall, like you s Poindexter Next day's function, high class luncheon, food is served and you're stone cold munchin' Music comes on, people start to dance, but then you ate so much you nearly split your pants. A girl starts walkin', guys start gawkin' sits down next to you and starts talkin' Says she wants to dance, cuz she likes to groove, So come on, fatso, and just bust a move. Just bust a move. You're on a mission, and you're wishin' someone could cure your lonely condition. Looking for love in all the wrong places, no fine girls just ugly faces. >From frustration, first inclination, is to become a monk and leave the situation. But every dark tunnel has a lighter hope, so don't hang yourself with a celibate rope. New movie's showin', so you're goin' could care less about the five you're blowin' Theater gets dark just to start the show, then you spot a fine woman sitting in your row. She's dressed in yellow, she says, "Hello, come sit next to me, you fine fellow." You run over there without a second to lose, and what comes next, hey bust a move. Just bust a move. In the city, ladies look pretty, guys tell jokes so they can seem witty. Tell a funny joke just to get some play, then you try to make a move, and she says, "No way." Girls are fakin', goodness sakin', they want a man who brings home the bacon. Got no money, and you got no car, then you got no woman, and there you are. Some girls are sadistic, materialistic, Lookin' for a man makes them opportunistic, They're lying on the beach, perpetrating a tan, so that a brother with the money can be their man. So on the beach you're strollin', real high rollin', everything you have is yours and not stolen. A girl runs up with something to prove, so don't just stand there, bust a move. Just bust a move. Break it down for me, fellas Your best friend Harry, has a brother Larry, in five days from now, he's gonna marry. He's hopin' you can make it there, if you can, cuz in the ceremony you'll be the best man. You say neato, check your libido, and roll to the church in your new tuxedo. The bride walks down just to start the wedding, and there's one more girl you won't be getting. So you start thinking, then you start blinking. A bridesmaid looks and thinks that you're winking. She thinks you're kinda cute, so she winks back, and now you're feeling really firm, cuz the girl is stacked. Reception's jumpin', bass is pumpin', look at the girl, and your heart starts thumpin'. Says she wants to dance to a different groove, Now you know what to do, G, bust a move. Just bust a move. Move it, boy.,  If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 4:44 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | (Arrested Development) Verse One: Speech Lord I've really been real stressed Down and out, losin ground Although I am black and proud Problems got me pessimistic Brothers and sisters keep messin up Why does it have to be so dman tuff? I don't know where I can go To let these ghosts out of my skull My grandmas past, my brothers gone I never at once felt so alone I know you're supposed to be my steering wheel Not just my spare tire (home) But lord I ask you (home) To be my guiding force and truth (home) For some strange reason it had to be (home) He guided me to Tennessee (home) Chorus Take me to another place Take me to another land Make me forget all that hurts me Let me understand your plan Verse Two Lord it's obvious we got a relationship Talkin to each other every night and day Although you're superior over me We talk to each other in a friendship way Then outta nowhere you tell me to break Outta the country and into more country Past Dyesburg into Ripley Where the ghost of childhood haunts me Wlak the roads my forefathers walked Climbed the trees my forefathers hung from Ask those trees for all their wisdom They tell me my ears are so young (home) Go back to from whence you came (home) My family tree my family name (home) For some strange reason it ahd to be (home) He guided me to Tennessee (home) Chorus Verse Three Now I see the importance of history Why people be in the mess that they be Many journeys to freedom made in vain By brothers on the corner playin ghetto games I ask you lord why you enlightened me Without the enlightment of all my folks He said cuz I set myself on a quest for truth And he was there to quench my thirst But I am still thirsty... The lord allowed me to drink some more He said what I am searchin for are The answers to all which are in front of me The ultimate truth started to get blurry For some strange reason it had to be It was all a dream about Tennessee Chorus If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 4:47 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Ok lol sorry last one for now but this one is one of my favorites. Lazerus knows what it's all about, lol. (Tribe Called Quest) Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario Verse One: Phife Dawg Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, like we'll help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know Verse Two: Charlie Brown Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, [evolve rotate the gates?] CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario Verse Three: Dinco D (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dancefloors Now I go for mine, [shades of G sure?] Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes It's the leader Quest vision and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause I ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the, Scenario Verse Five: Busta Rhymes Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man mother******! Chorus If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| PatCooper | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 4:49 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Let's trace the hints and check the file Let see who bit to detect the style I flip the script so they can't get foul. At least not now, it'll take a while I change the pace to complete the beat I drop the bass,'till mc's get weak. For every word they trace, it's a scar they keep... 'Cause when I speak, they freak To sweat the technique I made my debut in '86 Wit a melody and a president's mix And now I stay on target and refuse to miss And I still make hits wit' beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps My underground sound vibrates the streets MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps When they sweat the technique Don't Sweat the Technique They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but Researchers never found all the pieces yet Scientists try to solve the context Philosophers are wondering what's next Pieces are took to last who observe them They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them My ideas are only for the audience's ears For my opponents, it might take years Pencils and pens, are swords Letters put together form a key to chords I'm also a sculpture, born with structure Because of my culture, I'm a rip and destruct the Difficult styles that'll be for the technology Complete sights and new heights after I get deep You don't have to speak just seek And peep the technique But don't sweat the technique I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap Then I get deep and the weak then complete their Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete They never grow old techniques become antiques Better then something brand new 'cause it's radiant And the wild style'll have much more volume Classical too intelligent to be radical Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical Here's some soothing souvenirs for all the years They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas It's cool when you freak to the beat But don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique (2x)  Now taking applications for adoption at E-Mail Me Adoptee Stinqfinger | ||||
| Ass4WOW | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 8:38 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jul. 01 | Love the old school stuff... A Tribe Called Quest The Low End Theory Check the Rhyme Q: Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden, we used to kick routines and the presence was fittin'. It was I the abstract P: And me the five footer. I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter. Q: Yo, Phife, you remember that routine that we used to make spiffy like Mister Clean? P: Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen. I don't get the message so you gots to run the pigeon. Q: You on point Phife? P: All the time, tip. Q: You on point Phife? P: All the time, tip. Q: You on point Phife? P: All the time, tip. Q: Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip. P: Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am. Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram. I'm like an Energizer 'cause, you see, I last long. My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong. Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong. I slayed that body in El Segundo then push it along. You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man 'cause you know and I know that you know who I am. A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see. And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's. 'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me. They get vexed, I roll next, can't none contest me. I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave. On job remaining, no I'm chaining cause I misbehave. I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check. And before I get the butt the jim must be erect. You see, my aura's positive I don't promote no junk. See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk. Extremity in rhythm, yeah that's what you heard. So just clean out your ears and just check the word. Q: Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check it out. Check it out. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Play tapes y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check the rhyme y'all. Check it out. Check it out. P: Back in days on the boulevard of Linden, we used to kick routines and the presence was fittin' It was I the Phifer, Q: And me, the abstract. The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack. P: Yo, tip you recall when we used to rock Those fly routines on your cousin's block. Q: Um, let me see, damn I can't remember. I receive the message and you will play the sender. P: You on point Tip? Q: All the time Phife. P: You on point Tip? Q: Yeah, all the time Phife. P: You on point Tip? Q: Yo, all the time Phife. P: So play the resurrector and give the dead some life. Q: Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock. Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Luke Brock, With speed. I'm agile plus I'm worth your while. One hundred percent intelligent black child. My optic presentation sizzles the retina. How far must I go to gain respect? Um. Well, it's kind of simple, just remain your own Or you'll be crazy sad and alone. Industry rule number four thousand and eighty, record company people are shady. So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack, I don't doubt it. Look at how they act. Off to better things like a hip-hop forum. Pass me the rock and I'll storm with the crew and ... Proper. What you say Hammer? Proper. Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop. NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all. SC, y'all check it out y'all. Virginia, check the rhyme y'all. Check it out. Out. In London, check the rhyme, y'all.  Cutie In Training under GrkqtOandAfan | ||||
| I Rooned It | posted on 08-24-2001 @ 9:06 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jun. 01 | Artist: 3rd Bass Album: Derelicts Of Dialect Title: Pop Goes The Weasel 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 You Give Me Head, It Makes it Worse. Take out Your Fucking Retainer, put it in Your Purse. ---Jello Biafra | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 08-25-2001 @ 5:56 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Funky Cold Medina cold cooling at a balllooking for some actionbut like Mick Jagger said I can't get no satisfactionthe girls are all around but none of them wanna get with memy threads are fresh and I'm looking def yo, wassup with the l-o-cthe girls are all jockingat the other end of the bar having drinks with some no-name chumpwhen they know that I'm the star so I got up and strolled overto the other side of the cantina I asked the guy, "why you so fly?"he said "funky cold medina" this brother told me a secreton how to get more chicks put a little medina in your glassand the girls'll come real quick it's better than any alcoholor afrodesiac a couple of sips of this love potion and she'll be on your lap so I gave some to my dog, when he began to big and then he licked his bowl and he looked at me and did the wild thing on my leg he used to scratch and bite mebefore he was much much meaner but now all the poodles run to my house for the funky cold medina you know what I'm sayingI got every dog in my neighborhood breaking down my door I got Spuds McKenzie, Alex from Strolls they won't leave my dog alone with that medina thingI went up to this girl she said "Hi, my name Sheena" I thought she'd be good to go with a little funk cold medina, she said "I'd like a drink", I said "ok, I'll go get it" and then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips and I knew that she was with itso I took her to my criband everything went well as planned but when she got undressed it was big old messSheena was a manso I threw him out I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer weiner you must be sure that the girl is pure for the funky cold medinayou know, ain't no plans with a man,this is the 80s and I'm down the ladies,break it down, back in the saddle, looking for a little affection I took a shot, I thought I'd test it on the Love Connection the audience guests voted, and you know, they picked a winner I took my date to the Hilton fordmedia had some dinner she had a few drinks, I'm thinking soon what I'd be getting, but that's when she starting talking 'bout plans for a wedding, I said "wait, slow down love, not so fast, I'll be seeing ya", that's why I found you don't play around with the funky cold medina you know what I'm sayingthat medina's a monster y'all, WILD THING Let's do it Workin' all week 9 to 5 for my money So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey Rollin' down the street I saw this girl and she was pumpin' I winked my eye she got into the ride went to a club was jumpin' Introduce myself as Loc she said "You're a liar" I said "I got it goin' on baby doll and I'm on fire" Took her to the hotel she said "You're the king" I said "Be my queen if you know what I mean and let us do the wild thing Wild thing Wild thing Shoppin' at the mall looking for some gear to buy I saw this girl she cool rocked my world and I had to adjust my fly She looked at me and smiled and said "You have plans for the night" I said "Hopefully if things go well I'll be with you tonight" So we journeyed to her house one thing led to an other I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother I didn't know what to say I was hanging by a string She said "Hey you two I was once like you and I liked to do the wild thing" Wild thing She loved to do the wild thing Wild thing Please baby baby please Posse in effect hangin' out is always hype And when me and the crew leave the shindig I want a girl who's just my type Saw this luscious little frame I ain't lyin' fellas she was fine The sweet young miss go gave me a kiss and I knew that she was mine Took her to the limousine still parked outside I tipped the chauffeur when it was over and I gave her my own ride Couldn't get her off my jack she was like static cling But that's what happens when body start slappin' from doin' the wild thing Wild thing She wanna do the wild thing Please baby baby please Wild thing Doin' a little show at the local discotheque This fine youg chick was on my jack so I say what the heck She want to come on stage and do her little dance So I said chill for now but maybe later you'll get your chance So when the show was finished I took her around the way And what do you know she was good to go without a word to say We was all alone and she said "Tone let me tell you one thing I need $50 to make you holler I get paid to do the wild thing" Say what Yo love you must be kidding You're walkin' babe Just break out of here Hasta la vista baby Wild thing.  Two openings available at Mr. Brownstone Academy of Dance . | ||||
| PatCooper | posted on 08-25-2001 @ 11:00 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum here I come So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy Crazy with the books Googley goo where's the gravy So one two unbuckle my um shoe Yabba Doo hippity hoo crack a brew So trick or treat smell my feet yup I drippedy-dropped a hit So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig My waist bone's connected to my hip bone My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff 'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo? Oh I'm steaming, agony Why's everybody always picking on me They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same 'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze So no Park sausages, Mom, please A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain Like Roscoe B. Coltrane I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh B - I - N - G - O-oh You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Now taking applications for adoption at E-Mail Me Adoptee Stinqfinger | ||||
| Kim | posted on 08-25-2001 @ 4:59 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! I wanna rock right now I'm Rob Base and I came to get down I'm not internationally known But I'm known to rock the microphone Because I get stoopid, I mean outrageous Stay away from me if you're contagious 'Cause I'm the winner, no, I'm not the loser To be an M.C. is what I choose 'a Ladies love me, girls adore me I mean even the ones who never saw me Like the way that I rhyme at a show The reason why, man, I don't know So let's go, 'cause It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! My name is Rob, I gotta real funky concept Listen up, 'cause I'm gonna keep you in step I got an idea That I wanna share You don't like it? So what, I don't care I'm number one, the uno, I like comp Bring all the suckers 'cause all them I'll stomp Bold and black but I won't protect All of my followers 'cause all I want is respect I'm not a doctor, put them in rapture A slick brother that can easy outfox ya Cause I'm Rob, the last name Base, yeah And on the mike, I'm known to be the freshest So let's start, it shouldn't be too hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard I won't fess, wear a bulletproof vest Don't smoke buddha, can't stand sess, yes It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! The situation that the Base is in I'm kinda stingy that's why I don't wanna lend A funky rhyme to a foe or a good friend But listen up 'cause I want you to comprehend 'Cause I'm the leader, the man superior I take care of ya and then ya get wearier So just sit, my rhymes arenot counterfeit The record sells which makes this one a hit It won't hurt to listen to Red Alert Take off your shirt Make sure it don't hit the dirt I like the kids--the guys, the girls I want the ducats 'cause this is Rob Base's world I'm on a mission, ya better just listen To my rhymes 'cause I'm all about dissin' 'Cause It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! I stand alone, don't need anyone 'Cause I'm Rob, just came ot have fun Don't need friends that act like foes 'Cause I'm Rob Base, the one who knows About things that make ya get weary Don't cheer me, just hear me Out 'cause I got the clout--shout (Ho!) Before I turn the party out I won't stutter-- Project my voice, speak clearly So you can be my choice On stage or on record Go to the Wiz and select it Take it off the rack, if it's wack put it back I like the Whopper, fuck the Big Mac If you want static, so let's go So, throw upyour hands Go for what you know Bro', I got an ego Yo, talkin' to me? No Oh 'Cause Rob is in the front, EZ Rock is on the Back up We're not soft, soyou better just slack up 'Cause I'm cool, calm just like a breeze Rock the mike with the help of EZ Rock on the set, the music plays Only cuts the records that I say It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! All right, now, EZ Rock now, when I count to three I want you ot get busy You ready now? One, two, three, get loose now! It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it!  PharCyde and Droopy106 are my newbies :) Be nice to them! | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 08-25-2001 @ 8:27 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Army with harmony Dave drop a load on 'em OPP, how can I explain it I'll take you frame by frame it To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple The last P...well...that's not that simple It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missin' here You get on occassion at the other party As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin' Bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary) It's OPP, time other people's what you get it There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last homie) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the homies) As for the ladies, OPP means something gifted The first two letters are the same but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean-- I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly I say the last P...hmmm...stands for property Now lady here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife And you just had to stop and just 'cos he look just as nice You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care 'Cos in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do' Now don't be shocked 'cos if you're down I want your hands up high Say OPP (OPP) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (Every last lady) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (All the ladies) This girl ah tried to OPP me I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl was partner's that Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please" You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go I said now look you to the stairs and to the stairwindow This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart 'Cos you know I was OPP, hell from the very start Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this OPP establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP is you with Him or her for sure is going to admit it When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it Chorus: You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) You down with OPP (Yeah you know me) 3X Who's down with OPP (This whole party) Break it down!  Two openings available at Mr. Brownstone Academy of Dance . | ||||
| PatCooper | posted on 08-26-2001 @ 9:58 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Coolin' drinkin' apple juice In Evil's BM The sound's up loud To attract attention rmoraled tires On a lowered suspension Nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin' Bumpinn' Big Daddy And the nigga was definitely flowin' I was ridin' shotgun Donald and Hen in back Look thru the tint recognized a jack Two brothers strolled up Talkin' bout get out Donald D blazed Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth Why would they step When they know we're strapped? I never cruise L.A. Without a Gat in my lap The other fool shot Caut the E in the shoulder blade I busted thru the ca door That's where the nigga laid Hen jumped out Dropped two nines in his forehead Evil was bleedin' bad The car seats were turnin' red Looked to my left There were two more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods In an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! We boned down Vernon Right on Normandie Left on Florence Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont Made a left on Colden Right on Hoover E where we goin'? He didn'T even answer that Checked the reaar view They were still out back Where were these brothers from? What made these brothers come Bang! our back window Was removed by a shotgun Now Hen G was shot Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill They didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes Shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really Keep them psyched? Three of us bleedin' It was ten past midnight! I really didn't like How this shit was goin' down Wrong night, wrong time Wrong fuckin' part of town Ya see we was deep In the Hoover's hood Three niggas bleedin' That shit don't look good! See over there red don't go Some places red's all they know But not our luck Tonight we was real fucked Borke down an alley And we instantly had to duck Fuckin' police on a gang sweep No time to deal with one time So we had to creep Broke thru a back yard Ran thru a vacant lot E, Hen and Don kept up To be some niggas shot Shit was gettin' craazy So I had to get busy Hen was bleedin' worse And Evil was gettin' dizzy Looked in a parking lot I needed a snatch bar Had to hot wire So I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up And scooped my whole crew Two blocks later We saw fuckin' blue lights The pigs were behind us It was half past midnight! When they pulled us over Shit got worse I waited till they got out And then I hit reverse Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty yall Don't know how But somehow we got away Lost the jackers, the cops Dumped the G.T.A. Made it back to the hood Fixed the crew up And even though Evil's car blew up We made it home and then I crashed out Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up From my dark sleep The sound of fuckin' police When they're tryin' to creep Broke thru my door With no goddamn warning Looked at my watch It was six in the mornin'! Now taking applications for adoption at E-Mail Me Adoptee Stinqfinger | ||||
| red rocket Secret Sex Chat | posted on 08-27-2001 @ 5:16 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | Here we go Once upon a time not long ago when people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood and people were behavin' like they ought ta good There lived a lil' boy who was misled by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said: "Me Ya Ty we gonna make sum cash robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash" They did the job money came with ease but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease, He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha, tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover, The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, he said "Keep still, boy, no need for static", Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap, but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped, The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?", the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney, The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure, "I'll do years if I pull this trigga", So he cold dashed and ran around the block, cop radioes it to another lady cop, He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista, a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her, Looked around good and from expectations, so he decided he'd head for the subway stations, But she was coming and he made a left, he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath, Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him, then he made his move to an abandoned building, Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, opened up the door there, guess who he saw?, Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope, who don't know the meaning of water nor soap, He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!" the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun, He went outside but there was cops all over, then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?), Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near university, Escaped alive though the car was battered, rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered, Ran out of bullets and still had static, grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic, Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead, he told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead", Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong, so he let the lady go and he starts to run on, Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded, before long the lil' boy got surrounded, He dropped the gun, so went the glory, and this is the way I must end this story, He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream, the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream, This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh, just another case 'bout the wrong path, Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast(?). Good Night. Adopted by crx girl. I am under her special tutelage. | ||||
| Lord Duvious | posted on 08-27-2001 @ 5:28 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jul. 01 | Artist: KRS-One Album: I Got Next Song: Step Into a World (Rapture's Delight) Intro/Chorus: sung to the tune of Blondie's "Rapture" Step into a world (Klaka klaka, klaka klaka!) Where there's no one left (Buku, buku! Alla de massive!) But the very best (Klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo!) No MC can test *cut and scratch of KRS saying "but one"* Step into a world, where hip-hop is me Where MC's and DJ's Build up their skills as they play every day For the, rapture Yeah, what what! Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Verse One: I'm bout to hit you wit that tradional style of cold rockin Givin options for head knockin non stoppin Tip-toppin lyrics we droppin but styles can be forgotten so we bring back the raw hip-hoppin Just like the records and tapes you be coppin Cop some breakdancin, boogie poppin, and lockin Tic tockin, guaranteed to have you clockin We only get better and only better we have gotten This type of flow don't even think about stoppin Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin All music lovers in the place right now That never understood the way that KRS got down Yo I'm strictly about skills and dope lyrical coastin Relying on talent, not marketing and promotion If a dope lyrical flow is a must You gots to go with a name you can quickly trust I'm not sayin I'm number one, uhh I'm sorry, I lied I'm number one, two, three, four and five Stop wastin your money on marketing schemes and pretty packages pushin dreams to the beams A dope MC is a dope MC With or witout a record deal, all can see And that's who KRS be son I'm not the run of mill, cause for the mill I don't run Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Chorus Verse Two: Yeah, yeah Everybody on the mic in the party sound alike until I recite, in black and white what's right Let me take flight, my style is TIGHT AN GOOD TIGHT AN GOOD, come is it TIGHT AN GOOD Old styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rap All in yo' ass crack, old King go Blast dat Conjure to ask dat, hyper type of flashback I publish like ASCAP lyrics for hand clap No past rappin, youth trackin, talent lackin MC's more worried about their financial backin Steady packin a gat as if something's gonna happen But it doesn't, they wind up shootin they cousin, they buggin I appear everywhere and nowhere at once I know my style is bumpin, even though some people front It's the God of rap, you heard of it The one that rhymes toward the sky givin airplanes mad turbulence In rap tournaments, I reign permanent Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it The course of rap I'm turnin it Back to that good old fashioned way of getting cash money by earning it No bogus hocus pocus, I bring back to focus Skills if you notice my position is lotus Now quote this, MC's are just hopeless Thinkin record sales make them the dopest Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock on! Chorus  Email Me It takes a lot of work to get this cynical. | ||||
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