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GenePontecorvo
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[i]Took me a long time to get hereLong time manI'm talkin about, years, and yearsRiding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peersIf you don't educate yourselfNow how the F*ck you gonna understand how you 'po to get paid?N***** walk around get with shade tree ass waysF*ck a fade, let my hair dragBack and forth like a see-sawJumpin Lily, to lilypad dadLookin to get my Goodie feelI'm broke in like some old menWho'd stop dem or would stopI'm droppin lines for the big plotSixteen is when I started to dreamIt's ninety-six I'm in your faceCan you hear that bitch scream?[/b]
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Whatever, I found my 45 of this song and was listening when I saw the thread.
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all
Makin NBA players start to think,
"Who's that standin' over there" -
Takin pictures for Rolling Stone Magazine
with a leash on a polar bear-
Sky blue suit from Milan, girls posin in the Executive area
Acting like they don't see me, standin in front of me
Walkin by me three or four times -
Showin me views of they Victoria Secret thongs,
tryin to turn me on -
Eyewitness News interrupted the Shane Mosley fight
just to pan in closer to my shoes -
Televised, myself beyond cellular phones and business cards,
I network -
Make the Billboard, number one singers and rappers
People from RCA, Clive Davis neck hurt -
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, don't you know about the bird
Well, everybody's talking about the bird
A-well-a, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a, bird
Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb, aaah
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
No doubt. Extra points if it's *not* a cut-n-paste job.
Toy all your thing on me.
Toy all your thing on me, baby.
Toy all your thing on me.
Gatinha sai do ch??o, vai descendo o popoz??o,
gatinha sai do ch??o, vai descendo o popoz??o.
In Portugese it means ???bring your ass???,
on the floor, and move it real fast.
I want to see your kitty and a little bit of titty???
want to know where I go when I???m your city?
Girl, don???t you worry about all the dough,
because a cat is coming straight out of the "NO",
ready to rock those shows all the way to Rio.
Bring that Brazil booty on the floor.
Up, down, all around:
work that shit to the funky sound.
Going to see where I???m going, oh?
Po, Po, Po, Po, Popoz??o, Popoz??o
Po, Po, Po, Po, Popoz??o, Popoz??o
Po, Po, Po, Po, Popoz??o, Popoz??o
Gatinha sai do ch??o, vai descendo o popoz??o,
gatinha sai do ch??o, vai descendo o popoz??o.
Po, Po, Po, Po, Popoz??o, Popoz??o
Po, Po, Po, Po, Popoz??o, Popoz??o
Po, Po, Po, Po, Popoz??o, Popoz??o
I never f*ck a h*e without head no more
I never pull up in nuttin less than a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a n---a baby mamma home with a smidile
You can have the b*tch n---a, I ain't sentimental
Smoke weed and freestyle, no instrumental
Been out, lived through the wicked streets of P.A.
Motherf*ck the judge, prosecutor and the DA
Head to the H, where the h*es will f*ck three way
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say
Never hear a h*e say no I won't, no I can't
Stop it and no I don't
Cause a b*tch know that I might just explode
And slap her in the face with a pie a la mode
Cause a n---a gettin throwed
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
There's gun in your hand, it's pointing at your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a west end town
Call the police, there's a madman around
Running down underground to a dive bar
In a west end town
Let me see you shake it make it cross the dancefloor
Let me see you shake it make it cross the dancefloor
Let me see you shake it make it cross the dancefloor
Yo, from far rock to flushing, concussion
Every time a nigga rhyme it's like we get our bus' on
I used to ride a dollar van and really get my bus on
Yo, from south don to el segundo
All my niggas gettin' high yo, and still livin' on the run though
Get alot a dough so now we have a lot of fun though
Q-u, two e's, n-s
All we really care about is money, cheba and sex
What what what
Crack a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter
Y'all niggaz better bundle up
And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Yes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up
Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?
And throw away the key
But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?
We still try to keep Mom...smilin'...
Cuz when the teeth stop showin' and the stomach start growlin'
Then the heat start flowin'
If you from the hood I know you feel me
If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open...and I'm-a get him)
We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison
F*ck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n...
But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider
If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up...
We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wyle out, F*ck niggaz up, laugh about it
I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue but Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
'Til I...get my shit together, clean up my sins
Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'
And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mang...
Still deliver the order mang!
And
I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters
4 and a halves of hash you do the math
Swing past us scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang!
"So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With the loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair
And I want to cry"