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  • Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E

    Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E
    We're takin' calls off the wish line
    Making all your wacky wishes come true

    Hello

    1-I wish I was little bit taller,
    I wish I was a baller
    I wish I had a girl who looked good
    I would call her
    I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
    and a '64 Impala

    I wish I was like six-foot-nine
    So I could get with Leoshi
    Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine
    You know I see her all the time
    Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
    I can scheme of ways to make her mine
    Cause I know she's livin phat
    Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball
    So how am I gonna compete with that
    'Cause when it comes to playing basketball
    I'm always last to be picked
    And in some cases never picked at all
    So I just lean upon the wall
    Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
    Who came to watch their men ball
    Dag y'all! I never understood
    Why the jocks get the fly girls
    And me I get the hood rats
    I tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobble
    Got hit with a bottle
    And put in the hospital, for talkin' that mess
    I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city
    That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
    Glad I came to my senses
    Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
    Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
    Right?
    So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type
    (rpt 1, 1)

    I wish I had a brand-new car
    So far, I got this hatchback
    And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at
    And when I'm in my car I'm laid back
    I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
    But that's flat
    And do you really wanna know what's really wack, What
    See I can't even get a date
    So, what do you think of that?
    I heard that prom night is the bomb night
    With a hood rat you can hold tight
    But really tho' on figuero
    When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello
    Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
    Well then I'm gonna have to get in my car and go
    You know I take the 110 to the 105
    Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
    Cause it's hard to survive
    Livin' in a concrete jungle and
    These girls just keep passin' me by
    She looks fly, she looks fly
    Makes me say my, my, my
    (rpt 1, 1)

    I wish I was a little bit taller...
    I wish I was a baller...
    I wish I was a little bit taller y'all
    I wish I was a baller (3)

    Hey, I wish I had my way
    'Cause everyday would be a Friday
    You could even speed on the highway
    I would play ghetto games
    Name my kids ghetto names
    Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
    Yo you know that's on the real
    So if you're down on your luck
    Then you should know just how I feel
    Cause if you don't want me around
    See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound
    Hey, you, what's that sound?
    Everybody look what's going down
    Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh?
    Everybody wants to get down like that
    (rpt 1, 1)

    I wish, I wish, I wish...


    "Can't buy what I want because it's free...
    Can't buy what I want because it's free..."
    -- Pearl Jam, from the single Corduroy

  • #2
    With so much drama in the l-b-c
    Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
    But i, somehow, some way
    Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
    May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)
    And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
    Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
    Cause my momma aint home
    I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
    And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
    So what you wanna do, sheeeit
    I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
    So turn off the lights and close the doors
    But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!
    So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
    Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

    Chorus: repeat 2x

    Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
    Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

    Verse two:

    Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
    Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
    Now this types of shit, happens all the time
    You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
    Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
    I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
    Who listens, to the words that I speak
    As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
    And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie (sadie? )
    She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
    Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
    Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
    At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
    Beeeitch, Im just

    Chorus

    Verse three:

    Later on that day
    My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
    And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
    Shit, this aint no joke
    I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
    Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
    But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
    Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
    To serve me, not with a cherry on top
    Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
    Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes
    I dont love you hoes, Im out the do
    And Ill be

    Chorus

    Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
    Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
    Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
    Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

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    • #3
      Hip Hop hooray...
      Ho...Hey...Ho

      (Vinnie)
      You drew a picture of my morning
      But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
      I'm rockin' and you're yawning
      But you never look my way, Hey!
      I'm lickin down you darlin'
      In every single way, Hey!
      Your funny flow is foreign
      And a green card's on the way!

      (Treach)
      This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo
      But watch your head n shoulders
      Brother older bold enough to fold ya Yo I told ya
      A raid afraid of what I made
      Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips
      Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit.

      (Vinnie)
      Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown
      Some ask how it feels
      How the deal is that we're real so we're still around
      Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome
      Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin'

      I live and die for Hip Hop
      This is Hip Hop for today
      I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...
      Ho...Hey...Ho

      (Treach)
      You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
      Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no!
      I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons
      Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
      You said I know you're Mr. O.P.P. man yo PP man won't only see me man
      You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it And step not to consider the Rep Heck!
      I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature Not cause I hate cha!
      You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
      Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark.

      You try to act like something really big is missing
      Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten
      I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way
      Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey!

      Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray!
      There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's
      Hip top today swerve what cha heard
      Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops
      But still grownin ever day!

      (Vinnie)
      Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
      From the underground town down the hill
      Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
      Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
      Don't know me don't come around.

      Tippy tippy (pause)
      Tippy tippy (pause)
      Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
      Your style is older than Lou Rawls!
      Peace to this one and that one and them
      That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
      Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
      You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us
      Some kitty purr I call em sir too
      Any trick that diss gets a curfew
      I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof
      My problem solvers name is Mook!
      I hittin' woodys in a hoody
      Peace to Jesette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood gee!
      That's right my fight is ill
      Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
      I live and die for Hip Hop
      This is Hip Hop of today
      I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey...ho!

      Smooth it out now
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      • #4
        Skee-lo!

        First thing I thought of:

        Yo this is Nappy Boy Radio live
        With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
        Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
        Caller, what's your problem?

        Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain
        How's it goin'?
        It ain't goin' good
        My girl ain't doin' her things she used to do and oh

        I got just what you need
        Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
        You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
        We love you

        Hey, she want that lovey dovey
        (Lovey dovey)
        That kiss, kiss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

        They hatin' on me
        (Hatin' on me)
        They wanna diss, diss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

        She want that lovey dovey
        (Lovey dovey)
        That kiss, kiss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

        They hatin' on me
        (Hatin' on me)
        They wanna diss, diss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

        I'm a country boy from Tappahannock, VA is where I reside
        So shawty understand it and I know I just turned 18
        And I get a little mannish and you see the bandana hangin'
        That means I'm like a bandit like, like a bandit, bandit

        I got paper girl, the Lamborghini
        With the spider seats, you never seen it
        So get it shawty, we parkin' lot pimpin' in my dome
        And I know what you want

        She want that lovey dovey
        (Lovey dovey)
        That kiss, kiss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

        They hatin' on me
        (Hatin' on me)
        They wanna diss, diss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

        She want that lovey dovey
        (Lovey dovey)
        That kiss, kiss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

        They hatin' on me
        (Hatin' on me)
        They wanna diss, diss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

        I'm the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
        You feelin' me, so why is you hatin' my anatomy?
        It's bird like, yeah, you heard right
        Girl, I'm the king so that means I'm fly, fly

        If you with it girl, get it poppin'
        Girl with me, ain't no stoppin'
        So get it shawty, we parking lot pimpin' in my dome
        I know what you want

        She want that lovey dovey
        (Lovey, dovey)
        That kiss, kiss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

        They hatin' on me
        (Hatin' on me)
        They wanna diss, diss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

        She want that lovey dovey
        (Lovey dovey)
        That kiss, kiss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

        They hatin' on me
        (Hatin' on me)
        They wanna diss, diss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

        Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot
        You think I'd be hollen', if you not, not, not, not?
        I'm king of the town, you can take a look around
        Teddy Penderaz down is in the spot, spot, spot, spot

        I got money on me
        Baby girl, no problem
        You rollin' shawty?
        Let's hit McDonald's
        It's TP and CB, I'm a Nappy Boy

        She want that lovey dovey
        (Lovey dovey)
        That kiss, kiss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

        They hatin' on me
        (Hatin' on me)
        They wanna diss, diss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

        She want that lovey dovey
        (Lovey dovey)
        That kiss, kiss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me

        They hatin' on me
        (Hatin' on me)
        They wanna diss, diss
        (Kiss, kiss)
        Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be, yeah

        We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio, this is your boy DJ Pain
        I gotta get outta here man, I just wanna leave with it
        If you ain't got it by now then you're just ain't getting it

        Let's go, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
        Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
        Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
        Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
        Let's go

        -RBB

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        • #5
          Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)
          (Word, it's time nigga?)
          Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)
          Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
          Where fake niggaz don't make it back
          I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now

          Verse One: Nas

          Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
          Musician, inflictin composition
          of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
          Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
          Bulletholes left in my peepholes
          I'm suited up in street clothes
          Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
          Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
          I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
          Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
          Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
          G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
          Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
          Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
          Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
          Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
          I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
          Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
          Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
          Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
          Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
          Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
          Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
          So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
          and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
          (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
          Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
          and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
          In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
          Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
          Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
          There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
          So hold your stash until the coke price drop
          I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
          And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
          You gotta slide on a vacation
          Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
          It drops deep as it does in my breath
          I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
          Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
          I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

          ("New York state of mine" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)

          Verse Two: Nas

          Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
          Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
          Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
          to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops
          But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
          Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
          I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
          Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin
          Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
          Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
          In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
          Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
          full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
          From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
          I'm livin where the nights is jet black
          The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
          and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
          Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
          I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
          Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
          and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
          cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
          It's only right that I was born to use mics
          and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
          I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
          My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
          The smooth criminal on beat breaks
          Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
          The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
          That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
          I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
          In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
          Inhale deep like the words of my breath
          I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
          I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
          Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

          ("New York state of mind" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)
          ("Nasty Nas" --> cut and scratched 8X)

          jj twiggs - A great family restaurant

          Dear God, KBF here. I'd just like to say thanks, once again, for allowing Dusty Baker and I to live during the same time period. Every time I think he's given me his last gift -- overpitching Prior in the playoffs, getting cocky in Game 6 vs. the Angels, blowing another game for the Cubs -- he does something stupid like pitching to Albert Pujols. Thy will be done, baby!!!!!

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          • #6
            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, so whaddaya 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, my crew will 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 we is 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, and 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 bit 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 smother dancefloors
            Now I go for mine, shave the seashore
            Ship-shape crushed Grapes Apes that play tapes
            Papes make drakes baked for the wakes
            of an L-ah, An E-ah, simply just a leader
            bass in his face means peace see ya later
            Later? (LATER!) Later alligator
            Pop goes the weasel and the herb's the inflater
            So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow
            Funk flipped flat back first fist foul fight fight fight
            Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)

            Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes

            It’s a Leader Quest mission 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 SO I ain't no CRIMINAL <----
            I love my young nation, groovy sensation
            No time for hibernation, only elation
            Don't ever try to test the water little kid
            Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

            I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED
            Then they rebuked and 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, wheel 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 ITAL stew like the one Peter Tosh-a
            UH uh UH, all over the track, man
            UH, pardon me, UH, as I come back
            As I did it yo I had to 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 twist you in a turban
            And have u smelling rank, like some old stale urine
            Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
            The rear cockdiesel but chicks they were kicking
            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 the sound just like a radio
            Observe the rhyme and check out the scenario!!
            *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker!
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            • #7
              Yo, this is how I'm comin' for the nine deuce
              Another fat, fat track
              So Rhythm D, pour the orange juice
              And let's relax while sippin' on yak
              Because it's like that
              I'm claustrophobic, so Paperboy wears purple lactive
              I wear a jimmy for the skins 'cuz it's a long trip
              Front row seats, aiyo, I know she's on the nine inch


              Just to get a piece of the green but she's an undertaker
              Now you know the Paper is an around the world heart-breaker
              Me be singin' first, but yo, had to have a breakdown
              Playin' you fools, so now you know why my belly's round
              Takin' the rap back up and scoopin' up crowds
              Just like a steel shovel
              Not from the ghetto, but yo, takin' it to another level
              Let the beat ride, but hold on to your women, G
              'Cuz now that I'm rich so many women wanna do me


              It make a man say, "Damn"
              I'm finally taxin' more, play than homey Sam
              But let me speak to the weak, I mean the rookies
              My time is help up, extremely for cookies
              Just let me clock this groove in ninety two
              Hey, you don't bother me and I sure 'nuff won't bother you


              And ah, you just watch a brother flowin' like Niagra
              Think before you step, because these niggas just might stag ya
              Although I'm labeled with the black fade
              It's gold D's on my four and gold lex 'cuz I got it made
              I broke the veto once again because I had to
              And just like Jody Watley, baby girl, I can have you
              Just let me work this track, and yo, any way is OK
              Your place or mine, all night until the next day
              Unh


              Do the ditty if you want to
              Because then I can see if I want you
              Just do the ditty, ditty if you want to
              Because then I can see if I want you


              Now here we go from the top
              Second verse of the same song
              With the conclusion, all should be happy with ding-dong
              It's just a mad park a grip, G
              It's like every nickel and dime nigga be like
              "See, don't you remember me?"
              A hustler, and it's on with more hoes to lego
              Keep 'em chunky like Prego, so they can play with my eggo
              I have a tendency to flow, start off with my own groove


              Pick up the mic and all of a sudden I see high movin'
              Guess it's like magic, and Paperboy is the magician
              If I was a vacuum I'd be suckin' up competition
              Let it ride again, and yo, believe I got my own thing
              Straight Bahama hoes so miss me with the chick from Soul Train
              And I'm a break my note, just to show up token
              Tote on his ass when I scoop him 'cuz we bud smokin'
              A black man tryin' to make it and that ain't no fair
              But just like BeBe and CeCe, I'll take you there, huh


              Do the ditty if you want to
              Because then I can see if I want you
              Just do the ditty, ditty if you want to
              Because then I can see if I want you


              Now here we go
              Uh, let's take a trip to another land
              Park a grip, come back and watch the hoes tan
              Jump in the lexo, and roll out to my cabin
              Believe me, my brother, more hoes than you can imagine
              All on the ding-a-ling, just because the gold rings
              But I'm like a [unverified], you ain't heard a damn thing
              Make sure you got the jim hats, strapped for protection
              Because to me, my life is more than my erection


              And give me a hand, if you a fan, it ain't over yet
              'Cuz doin' the ditty with Paperboy makes the ocean sweat
              Leave you kinda startled like the funk off of fritos
              Make you man jealous, while hoes cheese like Doritos
              It ain't my fault, I lay the piper with concern
              And I ain't from Mount Vernon, but a brother's money-earnin'
              And for those disagree, and then jack, that's a pitty
              Just bob your head for Paperboy and the ditty
              Yeah


              Do the ditty if you want to
              Because then I can see if I want you
              Just do the ditty, ditty if you want to
              Because then I can see if I want you
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              • #8
                One of the best...

                Radio Lyrics

                Artist: Eazy E (Buy Eazy E CDs)
                Album: Eazy Duz It

                [DJ: This is radio K EAZY E. Hi this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
                And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
                goin' on. Hello who is this ?]
                [Guy1: Yo what's up ? This is Lorenzo Patterson]
                [DJ: Yo man where you callin' from ?]
                [Guy1: I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record]
                [DJ: What's it called man ?]
                [Guy1: Yo it's called "Radio"]
                [DJ: We got it you called the right station. And here it is...]
                Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio
                with the funky fresh hip hop in stereo
                Release some rhymes that you will find demandin'
                with Dre's beats that are so outstandin'
                I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean
                Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene
                On the radio the greatest of all times
                like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes
                So tune your station, and clear all the static
                and tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it
                in me, to be easy about the situation
                So just kick it and listen to the station
                playin' my music, it's hard to lose it
                It's constantly on request cause you choose it
                I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong
                [and your radio's def when my record's on _ LL Cool J]
                [chorus:]
                [You wanna know why...because...]
                I'm on the...
                [Radio (echo) _ Chuck D]
                [Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in
                ya
                system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio
                takin'
                calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin']
                [ring]
                Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name ?
                [Girl1: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone
                number ?]
                Yes, it's 9-7-5...
                [click]
                Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise
                and rock the party and shock all the B-boys
                Take on my radio from phono to tuner
                I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner
                Now I move my antenna to the center
                then grab a hold of the handle and (??)
                then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it
                Am I lyin', Ren ? [MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty]
                Your request is clear, that you're givin'
                Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin'
                with me on a top 10, or a mix show
                So hit your power button, and let's go
                on vacation, with your station
                that's playin' live in every location
                Blowin' out ya speaker
                it won't get weaker
                I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek
                And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y
                It's on the air, but you axe why
                I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin'
                I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin'
                to get busy; I don't quit it
                and once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it
                Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands
                It's Eazy E on the air [rockin' without a band]
                [chorus]
                [DJ: You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to
                join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my
                homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse.
                Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E...
                with more...radio]
                Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation
                hittin' number one spots across the nation
                I'm on the charts, you can go list'em
                but now listen, I'm on your system
                AM or FM, I'm in power
                You hear my music once every hour
                So listen up to the rhyme and percussion
                but do this with no discussion
                Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin'
                Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason
                With no profanity, but what can I say
                Yo Dre [Dr.Dre: What up ?] Do it your way
                On the radio you get more looser
                Take my word you're a dope producer
                We combine to put out hits
                but jealous people, they just have fits
                cause we get airplay, but we're not thru
                Dre, am I serious ? [Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you !
                People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin'
                On the air, I don't be playin'
                Just gettin' my point across to the public
                Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject
                I can play [rock], but I prefer [hip hop]
                It's Eazy E on your radio non stop !
                [chorus]
                [MC Ren: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We're for bite just
                like TNT. Yo, what's the time ?]
                [Girl2: Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get
                paid, motha...]
                [plop]
                [Dr.Dre: You got ganked...
                Hello, you're on the air. What's up ?]
                [Girls: Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed]
                [DJ Speed: Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up ?]
                [Girls: The joke's on you, Jack ! Hahaha !]
                [Dr.Dre: Hello, you're on the air]
                [Guy3: Hey, what's up ? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle]
                [Dr.Dre: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy ?]
                [Guy3: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio"]
                [Dr.Dre: Man, you're late. The record is already o...]

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                • #9
                  [ VERSE 1: Greg Nice ]
                  Hey yo
                  Dizzy Gillespie plays a sax
                  Me, myself, I love to max
                  Redbone booties I'm out to wax
                  Stick up kids is out to tax
                  Spring again, and I'm feelin fine
                  Pass me an ice-cold glass of wine
                  So I can get mellow
                  Lay back, and let my girl play the cello
                  Hello
                  I hate Jell-O
                  Let me be me, relax in my tipi
                  Watch a hardy boy mystery
                  Greg N-i-c-e
                  I'm nitro
                  And I'm hype, so
                  Don't ever believe
                  That you can deceive me
                  See many visions of love and splendor
                  I'm the real thing, not like a pretender
                  I rock rhymes over beats on the real tip
                  Stay real strong and hang on like a vise grip
                  Use my mind to control all my body parts
                  Got an early start, plus I'm very smart
                  Type of man that the girls wanna read about
                  Indeed I proceed to rock the house without a doubt
                  Steppin up next, no further ado
                  Smooth B is gonna make it real funky for you

                  [ CHORUS: Pure Blend ]
                  I'm gonna make it real funky for you

                  [ VERSE 2: Smooth B ]
                  Smooth B, notorious, glorious
                  Knowledge is infinite, I live in a fortress
                  I'm so astronomical, yet on a physical plane
                  My body's just a shell, in control is my brain
                  I strain to gain spirituality
                  So I can finally be in unity
                  Harmony with the all eye-seeing
                  Supreme being
                  Knower of histories and mysteries
                  I'm mystic, also stylistic
                  Not materialistic, simplistic
                  Humble while others tumble, stumble
                  Smooth B, not Bumble
                  Rumble, no, that's not likely
                  That's in my old 'school daze' like Spike Lee
                  Smooth B, my rhymes get better with time
                  I should get an endorsement for creating fresh lines
                  And as I grow older, lyrics get hyper
                  Cause I'm a dominant black pied piper
                  Spreadin peace and love throughout my travels
                  And take time to read and unravel
                  Day to day problems, and then solve
                  Them, I can see clearly now as I revolve
                  Around suckers
                  Who perpetrate heroes
                  But I'm no sandwich
                  More like a manwich
                  Or maybe like a meal
                  Which is much more real
                  Than Clark Kent or the Man of Steel
                  Teddy Tedd, a hip-hop ambassador
                  Keepin you on the floor, givin you more and more
                  His cuts exquisite, what is it? A blizzard
                  The musical wizard you should come visit
                  The man in the back, without further ado
                  Teddy Tedd is gonna make it real funky for you

                  I'm gonna make it real funky for you

                  Let's make it funky

                  Greg Nice makes it funky
                  Smooth B makes it funky
                  Teddy Tedd makes it funky
                  Special K makes it funky
                  DJ Doc makes it funky
                  And the Blend made it funky

                  -RBB

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                  • #10
                    Verse One: Dres
                    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
                    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 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

                    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]

                    -RBB

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                    • #11
                      I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
                      I'm going back to Cali.. hmm, I don't think so
                      I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
                      I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so

                      Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin
                      Growlin, and smilin, while in the sun
                      The top is down, on the black Corvette
                      And it's fly, cause it's sittin on Dayton's
                      Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top
                      and three girls waiting
                      VRRRROOM engine's blowin, the chrome, is shining
                      Passing all the cars on the way
                      Movement of the wind, back wheels spin
                      Pop in a cassette and push play

                      I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
                      I'm going back to Cali - yea y'all, I don't think so
                      I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
                      I'm going back to Cali..

                      I'm going back to Cali, shakin 'em, bakin 'em
                      Takin 'em to spots they never before hung
                      ?? the place, on Sunset it's a trip
                      Where the A.C.'s cold, and the girls still strip
                      The record skip, but this girl kept dancin
                      Prancin, grindin, grinnin, romancin
                      I asked her to the barn, so we could hit the hay
                      I wanna do this, Brutus, but I don't wanna pay

                      I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
                      I'm going back to Cali - no man I don't think so
                      I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
                      I'm going back to Cali..
                      ..

                      I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising
                      Advising realizing, she's sizing me up
                      Her bikini - small; heels - tall
                      She said, she liked, the ocean
                      She showed me a beach, gave me a peach
                      and pulled out the suntan lotion
                      Now I thought that was fast, but this girl was faster
                      She's lookin for a real good time
                      I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise,"
                      and I ran away with the bottle of wine

                      I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
                      I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
                      I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
                      I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so

                      -RBB

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                      • #12
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump

                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1

                        It's called rump shaker, the piece is like sweeter than candy
                        I'm feelin' manly and you say it's comin' in handy
                        Slidin' my claws from New York down by N. Virginia
                        Ticklin' you around Delaware before I enter
                        Total seduction, from face, hips, to feet
                        A wiggle and jiggle can make the night complete
                        Now since you got the body of the year, come and get the award
                        Here's a hint, it's like a long chop sword
                        Flip town, so let me see you shake it up like dice
                        The way you shake your rump is turnin' mighty men to mice
                        But A+ got a surprise that's a back breaker
                        Now let me see you shake your rump like a rump shaker

                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump

                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1

                        It's Teddy, ready with the 1-2 checker
                        Wreckx-N-Effect is in effect, but I'm the wrecker
                        Off the track, 'bout the honey shakin' rumps and they backs in
                        Booties of the cuties steady shakin' but relaxin'
                        The action is packed than a jam like the kinds of beat
                        Bound to get you up, cold flowin' like a faucet
                        Not meant to make you sit, Not meant to make you jump
                        But Jet make the hotties in the parties shake your rump
                        I like the way you comb your hair, uh
                        I like the stylish clothes you wear, uh
                        It's just the little things you do, uh
                        That makes me wanna get with you, uh

                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump

                        Shake it, shake it, shake it, now shake it
                        She could spend every birthday butt naked
                        Body and soul, makin' me wanna squish her
                        More just in the game a rumper like a sub-woofer
                        Shake it to the left, shake it to the right
                        I don't mind stickin' it to her every single night
                        Come on pass the poom-poom, send it to papa
                        Shake it, baby, shake it, baby, shake it, don't stoppa
                        Let me see you do the booty hock, and now I'll make the booty stock
                        Now drop and do the booty rock
                        The way you're shakin' your grill's really kill
                        It's makin' broth' ills up a whole lot of pills
                        But I ain't into trickin' just to treatin'
                        And I ain't into treatin' every trick that I'm meetin'
                        No, no, no, no, no, no, no
                        Yeah, shake it, baby, shake it down, shake it like that

                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump

                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-1
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-1

                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump

                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-1
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2
                        Check, baby, check, baby, 1-1

                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom
                        Just shake your rump
                        All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
                        Just shake your rump

                        Break it down
                        Just shake your rump
                        WNE is in effect
                        Peace
                        And we out
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