Above The Rim Deluxe (2021) Album Lyrics

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Anything

(SWV)

I'll give you anything, baby (I like that, y'all, yeah, come on)
I'll give you anything (I like that, y'all, I like that, ya I like)
I'll give you anything (I like that, y'all, I like that, ya I like)
(I like that, y'all, I like that, like that)
I'll give you anything (I like that, y'all, I like that, check it out)
(I like that, y'all, SWV)

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, anticipation of what's to come
I'm so happy that I'm the lucky one
So long I've waited but it's never too late for love
(Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
(Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
It feels so right, baby (it feels so right)
That it can't be wrong (that it can't be wrong)
Where I am weak, baby, you make me strong (make me strong)
I'm down for you and whatever you want to do
It's all up to you because

Anything you wanna do (anything for you, gonna try to)
I am gonna try to (it's alright)
Boy, my body's just for you (I'm gonna try it with you) (my love's just for you)
Pleasure is the destination (pleasure is, you can drive)
You can drive us if you choose (if you choose to)
To (hmm-hmm)

Whatever method used is alright with me
As long as you get to where you need to be
This is the vision made for both of our eyes to see
(Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Yeah
(Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
It feels so right (it feels so right)
It can't be wrong (that it can't be wrong)
Where I am weak, baby, you make me strong (make me strong)
I'm down for you and whatever you want me to do
It's all up to you because

Anything you wanna do (anything you want)
I am gonna try to (I'm gonna try to)
Boy, my body's just for you (I'm gonna try it with you) (my body's just for you)
Pleasure is the destination
You can drive us if you choose (oh)
To (oh)

There is nothing I wouldn't do for you
(All that you want I'll be all that you need)
'Cause boy you know you got me
And I'm gonna do anything
Anything you want me to do I'll do it
Oh-oh, anything that you want me to do (oh, oh-oh, oh)
Anything you want me to do I'll do it
Oh, anything that you want me to do
It's all up to you (check it out, check it out)

(I like that, y'all, I like that, like that)
Anything (I like that, y'all, I like that, like that)
Is what you want me to do (I like that, y'all, I like that, like that)
(I like that y'all, yeah, come on)
You can join us
(I like that, y'all, I like that, ya I like)
Oh (I like that, y'all, I like that, like that)
Oh, oh-oh (I like that, y'all, I like that, check it out)
(I like that)
Anything you that you want to do right now

Anything you want to do (oh-oh)
Boy, I'm gonna try to (oh, oh-oh)
My body's just for you
My love's just for you
The destination
(You can drive)
You can drive us if you choose
(If you choose to)
To (this love is for you)
Anything that you want to do (I'm yours)
I am gonna try to (baby, take me)
Boy, my body's just for you (I'm gonna try it with you)
(My love's just for you)
Pleasure is the destination
(You can drive)
You can drive us if you chose
(If you choose to)
To (all this love is for you)
Anything that you want to do (anything that you want to do)
I am gonna try to (baby, take me)
Boy, my body's just for you (I'm gonna try it with you)
My love's just for you

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Old Time's Sake

(Sweet Sable)

I know a place where we could go outside and have some fun
Just you and me, together we are one on one
I know you, you remember when we use to chill back when
Smoking a blunt and sipping on a Heineken

Long time no see
Whatcha been doing?
Is everything alright?
I know you know, that I been cooling
Even though, I been out of sight
This time don't leave me hanging around
I want you to love me down
Just you and me, baby, you just wait
Let's get together for old time's sake

I know a place where we could go outside and have some fun
Just you and me, together we are one on one
I know you, you remember when we use to chill back when
Smoking a blunt and sipping on a Heineken

Let's take it slow
Can I have one more chance?
To love you, I know that it will be fine
It seems to me that you don't belong to another
And I know that we were meant to be
You are the only man that I need
Time will tell, you'll see what I mean
Let's have some fun
Do the things that we used to
Oh, let's get together, just me and you

I know you, you remember when we use to chill back when
Smoking a blunt and sipping on a Heineken
I know a place where we could go outside and have some fun
Just you and me, together we are one on one
I know you, you remember when we use to chill back when
Smoking a blunt and sipping on a Heineken
I know a place where we could go outside and have some fun
Just you and me, together we are one on one
I know you, you remember when we use to chill back when
Smoking a blunt and sipping on a Heineken

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Part Time Lover

(H-Town)

H-Town
It's workin' for me, baby
Break it down, DeVante
Oh baby, can I do a part time job?
Wanna work for you, check it

You've been working all day
I know you wanna complain (shh)
I am only there for you
To hear you call my name
I can work around you
I don't wanna make things hard
I know I can't be your full time, baby
So let me be your part time job, yeah

If you don't mind, if you don't mind
I'll do you just fine
I can be your part time lover
I said I will, said I will, baby
If you don't mind, if you don't mind
I'll do you just fine
Part time lover, yeah
Yeah-yeah

There is not another man
Who wouldn't take care of you
Right now, I know you're busy, baby
But let me be your part time fool
I coulda give you lovin', girl
Anytime or anywhere
Anytime that you're free, baby, call me (call me)
And I'll be there (and I'll be there) if you don't mind

If you don't mind, if you don't mind
I'll do you just fine (I'll do it to ya)
I can be your part time lover (I'll do it, baby)
I'll be your part time lover
If you don't mind, if you don't mind
I'll do you just fine (I'll do it)
Part time lover (I'll do it for you, baby, yeah-yeah)

I wanna be your part time (part time, part time)
Lover (lover)
I just want to be your part time (yeah)
I don't have much to do
(I said I don't have much to do, baby)
Let me do for you (so let me, so let me work you, baby)
And you will be fine (hit me two times, baby)

If you don't mind, if you don't mind
I'll do you just fine (I said I will)
I can be your part time lover (I said I will do you, baby)
You don't have to worry about a thing, love, yeah
If you don't mind, if you don't mind
I'll do you just fine (all I wants to rub you, baby)
Part time lover (so let me rub you so right, baby)

(If you don't mind)
(I'll do you just fine, I can be your part time lover)
Can I make it so right
If you don't mind, if you don't mind

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Big Pimpin'

(Tha Dogg Pound)

Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my homie Blue house to puff on the loo
Seen my little homie Style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin' on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto', so I grab some mixed gin and juice
Got a quarter pound of bud so I'm f*cked up too
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Bailed back in the crib (for what?) Because I'm all in
Conversated then I dug the ho out
I fixed me some food and boned the hell out
2 AM on the dizot, I pause and I stizop
I reminisce on that ass that I rizocked
Now I'm high as a kite
Yeah, and I'm feelin' alright
4 AM as I stroll back to my crib
To see what's with my woman and my newborn kid

With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We do this everyday about the same time, biatch

I was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home and tap that ass, I'm gone
I'm just a dog don't blame me

Now do I love them hoes? (Hell no)
And why is that? (Because you're Snoop Doggy Dogg)
(And you never gave a f*ck about a bitch
'Cause to you, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks)
Hahah, di di da di da
Listen to the sounds from my nigga Doggy Dogg
Slidin' through the city in the rag six-fo'
Hoppin' like a motherf*cker tryna find a ho
Hittin' all the spots but I'm comin' up blank
I'm headed to the liquor store to get myself some drank
Parks my ride as I, steps inside, as I
Puts my nine double-M to my side, as I
Continue with my mission
Pussy is my dish and I'm fishin', wishin'
Upon a star, to come up on some ends
Pushin' caviar, and a little bit of pussy
If I can get my pimp on
'Cause my pen gets my pimp on from G to ozone

I have pimped my pen, on cold Michigan nights
And the bitch didn't freeze up on me, when I wanted her to write it
I have pimped my pen in the hot California sun
And the bitch didn't drip, smear, or run
As she turned the trick pages, from loose-leaf to Zig-Zags
I have pimped my pen and she is number one in my stable
For I have yet not got a refill for her
I love her that's why she keeps, performing for me
I have pimped my pen, and she is number one, in my stable
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the ho, dedicated for sure
Dripping willows on satin pillows
Love is being checked, from a ho
Dead presidents still getting their f*ck on
I'm so happy because ain't nothing like a lollipop
That gets sucked all day long
A tangy, little candy drop
I love it when she brings me the pay
Dedicated like everyday, to the sunshine
Yeah, my ho brings me mine
For life she said she'd do it
And I believed her when I accepted
Yeah, I got pimp bones in my body
And I rock them like la-di-da-di
I rock them mighty hardy, like la-di-da-di
I got pimp bones in my body

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Didn't Mean To Turn You On

(2nd II None)

(Kane got it goin' on)
(Quik got it goin' on)
Hey girl, I didn't mean it
Hey a sweet love, a sweet love, sweet love
Girl, I didn't mean it
Check it out, yeah

I never should have tripped with a girl in a woman's place
But it was all in her thighs and her cute face
Now see, baby kind of sexy, yeah, she got it goin' on
But damn, did she have to go and get sprung
Young girl now let me think
Can I get your attention when my left eye wink?
Or maybe, please can I call you baby?
Or will a bulge in my pants drive a young girl crazy

How could it be
She gave her body so easily
Next was sex on top of me

Or did I make it too good for ya, baby?
Now peep, KK's a nut again (still a nut)
Still down for the lovin' but no further than friends
Ya see, I got a plan like I always said, ya know
Girl, I gotta go, gotta go, now see

Baby, I really didn't mean to turn you on
I didn't mean to turn you on
Baby, I really didn't mean to turn you on
I didn't mean to turn you on

Now baby, tell me what's goin' on
The way you treat a nigga you know it's wrong now

Bitch, come now, take a ride with me
I'll show you how things are supposed to be

Like killing that cat from the back
Break it down to the floor
With a twenty sack of love, you don't hear me though
Now baby, baby

You gotta put your face up or either raise up (yeah)
'Cause when it comes to lovin' I got a lot of huggin'
And you can be my muffin

So don't be surprised if I lick up in between your thighs
And make you cream on yourself
'Cause I pack the proper love that can stay on swole
And make that monkey straight fold
So if you ready I could give you the world
Just get it like that, you go girl

Baby, I really didn't mean to turn you on
I didn't mean to turn you on

Baby, I really didn't mean to turn you on
I didn't mean to turn you on

(Uh)
Now baby, relax and take a sip of the Cognac of Hennessey
While you finish me 'cause we can do that
So don't be shy (just turn around a minute)
Now spread them thighs (and now I'm all up in it)
Strokin', pokin' and teasin'
'Cause I'm the only one that be pleasin'
I'm lettin' you know I treat you fair
So come on let me take you there

Now you gotta make it easy as can be
If you wanna come kick it with a fool like me, you know
(I can make it better, hey) only if you let it
(What's up with me and you girl?)
Baby, can I wet it
Now you wanna run, you're tryna make me chase
A sweet honeybun, can I get a taste?
Sex don't have to be if you don't want it to be
But when it's time to make it happen, make it happen with me
But

Baby, I really didn't mean to turn you on
I didn't mean to turn you on

Baby, I really didn't mean to turn you on
I didn't mean to turn you on

Did he do it like this?
Did he do it like that?
Did he make it feel good?
I can make it real good

Did he do it like this?
Did he do it like that?
Did he make it feel good?
I can make it real good

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Doggie Style

(D.J. Rogers)

I wanna do things to you (should I do you the way)
That only I can do (that I want you to do me)
I wanna do it so good (it's only you and I, uh)
That you only think of me
The ways we can do
And the style that you want me to do (ride it)

You know the way that I like it
Doggie style (yeah, yeah, that's how)
Told me before that you liked it
Doggie style (so I'll give it to you that way)
Let's do it doggie style
You know the way that I like it (whoa, yeah)
Doggie style (I really wanna do it, baby)
I really would like to ride it
Doggie style (doggie style)
Let's do it doggie style

Baby, come closer
I want to undress you
I'm gonna give it to you, baby, uh
Until you can't take no more
You know my pain never moves
Unless you're here
I gotta be behind your lovin', baby
Within, oh, within
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, mm-mm

You know the way that I like it
Doggie style (I can do it so good that way)
You told me before that you liked it
Doggie style (and it feels so good, I wish I could)
Let's do it doggie style
You know the way that I like it
Doggie style (I wanna do it over and over again)
I really would like to ride it (doggie style)
Doggie style (doggie style)
Let's do it doggie style

Anticipating on my ecstasy
You and I on all fours
Let's get freaky
Please let me lick you
In my favorite place
While I'm deep inside your love
Baby, don't you move, you'll disturb my groove
Oh, no, no, baby

You know the way that I like it
Doggie style (doggie, doggie, doggie, doggie style)
You told me before that you liked it (oh-oh, doggie style)
Doggie style (baby, doggie style)
Let's do it doggie style
You know the way that I like it
Doggie style (that's the way I like it)
I really would like to ride it
Doggie style (doggie style)

Come on over (hey)
Lay your head down (head down)
So I can get freaky
I wanna get freaky with you (with you), yes, I do
Turn over, baby (turn over, baby)
And back up into me
So let me love you down
You know I can
There's no need to worry
I'm your doggie style man

You know the way that I like it (you know)
You told me before that you liked it (last night)
You know the way that I like it (I like it)
I really would like to ride it (doggie style)

You know the way that I like it (oh)
Doggie style (yeah, oh, oh-oh, oh)
You told me before that you liked it
Doggie style (did you really like it, baby?)
Let's do it doggie style
You know the way that I like it
Doggie style (that's the way that I like it)
I really would like to ride it (I wanna ride it, huh)
Doggie style (oh, that's all I wanna do)
Let's do it doggie style

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Regulate

(Nate Dogg & Warren G)

Regulators
We regulate any stealin' of his property
We're damn good too, but you can't be any geek off the street
You gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean
Earn your keep
Regulators, mount up

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets, tryin' to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some phones
Rollin' in my ride, chillin' all alone

Just hit the eastside of the L-B-C
On a mission tryna find Mr. Warren G
Seen a car full of girls, ain't no need to tweak
All you skirts know what's up with 2-1-3

So I hooks a left on 2-1 and Lewis
Some brothers shootin' dice, so I said, "Let's do this"
I jumped out the ride and said, "What's up?"
Some brothers pulled some gats, so I said, "I'm stuck"

Since these girls peepin' me I'ma glide and swerve
These hookers lookin' so hard they straight hit the curb
Onto bigger, better thin's than some horny tricks
I see my homie and some suckas all in his mix

I'm gettin' jacked, I'm breakin' myself
I can't believe they takin' Warren's wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the brother said, "Damn, what's next?"

They got my homie hemmed up and they all around
Can't none of them see him if they goin' straight pound for pound
They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down

They got guns to my head
I think I'm goin' down
I can't believe it's happenin' in my own town
If I had wings I would fly, let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homie Nate

Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin' and yellin', it's a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate

I laid all them busters down, I let my gat explode
Now I'm switchin' my mind back into freak mode
If you want skirts, sit back and observe
I just left a gang of hoes over there on the curb

Now Nate got the freaks and that's a known fact
Before I got jacked I was on the same track
Back up, back up, 'cause it's on
N-A-T-E and me, the Warren to the G

Just like I thought, they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nate Dogg and the G child
Were in need of somethin' else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said, "Ooh, I like your size"
She said, "My car's broke down and you seem real nice, would you let me ride?"
I got a car full of girls and it's goin' real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel

I'm tweakin' into a whole new era
G-funk, step to this, I dare ya
Funk on a whole new level

The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble (woo)

Chords, strings, we brings melody
G-funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm

If you know like I know
You don't wanna step to this
It's the G-funk era, funked out with a gangster twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you're high like everyday
And if your ass is a buster
2-1-3 will regulate

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Pour Out A Little Liquor

(2pac & Thug Life)

Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie sittin' in the pen
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up man?

I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough
You watch your mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man
I had a down-ass homie though, we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a .45
We drinkin' 40s, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my Glock, f*ck the coppers
Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits
I couldn't f*ck with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherf*cker for a tool, man
Tonight'll be the night, guess what we diggin'?
Hustlin' in the rain, felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes like manure
First let my nigga f*ck and then I f*ck that's how I'm doin' (haha)
Just two niggas comin' up out the hood
Livin' life just as good as we could
But since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted
The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail
Tryna get a motherf*cker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga
Pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go
This goes out to all you so-called G's
My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherf*ckin' partners
Don't let the Gin get like that y'all, uh
(Pour out a little liquor)
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
(Pour out a little liquor)
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
What's that you drinkin' on?

Drinkin' on Gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggas, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
'Cause I'm losin' all my homies and I worry, uh (ay)
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son there'll be days like this"
Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed
We had plans of bein' big time G's
Roamin' in marked cars, movin' them Ki's
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get tore down for my niggas in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and strong
And I'll love 'em like one of my own 'til you come home and
The years sure fly with a quickness
You do the time and I'll keep handlin' yo' business
That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me
Homie, I can remember scrappin' back to back
Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint the perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya, huh
Pour out some liquor!

(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
Look at you
Drinkin' got you and you don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor, nigga
It ain't like that
Tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor
This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
A little liquor for my homies y'all, we in this motherf*cker, yeah
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
Pour out a little liquor
Young queen, peace
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
This one goes out to all my Mack partners
Back in the motherf*ckin' Bay
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
Oaktown still in the motherf*ckin' house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, I don't care, Governor (Night Train, all Hennessy)
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
All my real motherf*ckin' partners
Pour out a little-
And all my real partners in Marin, f*ck you busta ass niggas
(My cousin died last year and I still can't let it go)
Yeah, nigga, Madman (come on)
Pour out a little liquor

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Gonna Give It To Ya

(Aaron Hall & Jewell)

Mmh, hey
Yeah, baby

Gonna give it to ya (ooh-wee), right
Make sure before I'm through
(You're feeling good, yeah) You're feeling real good
Gonna give it to ya
Right, yeah
There's nothing I won't do to satisfy you

Bring yourself here, place your head in my lap
Smell this sweet perfume while I stroke your chocolate back
Boy, you better get ready for a hell of a time
Bet you never had a woman rock ya, baby
And leave it on your mind

You're making me feel so good
With the softness of your touch
Don't you stop, I'm about to get on top
And show you what you brought me here for
You ask me if I can go all night
Come on baby, let me show you
I promise you, you come with me to ecstasy

Gonna give it to ya (gonna give it to you)
Right (right) (right, baby)
Make sure before I'm through (before I'm through)
You're feeling real good (you're feeling real good)

Gonna give it to ya (yeah, baby) (oh, my chocolate baby)
Right (right)
There's nothing I won't do (give it to me nasty, man)
To satisfy you (I'll satisfy you)
Ooh yeah (say it)

Take me, show me Aaron Hall
Let me see the nasty man, break me off
Don't be afraid (oh baby), 'cause I'm gonna let you in (yeah)
I'll help you work it, baby
Got me singing, "Daddy" again (daddy)

Give me your hands Jewell, you caramel thang
The way you're making me feel
You're making me hear wedding bells ring
I'm not gonna stop lovin' you
I don't care what the hell you do
Hold me tight, never let me go
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

Gonna give it to ya (I'm gonna give it to ya)
Right (all night long) (yeah baby)
Make sure before I'm through (yeah, baby)
You're feeling real good (you're gonna feel, you're gonna feel real good)
Gonna give it to ya (gonna make me feel real good)
(I'm gonna give it to ya)
Right (I'm gonna give it to ya)
There's nothing I won't do (nothing I won't do)
To satisfy you (I promise baby, I promise that I'll satisfy ya)

Oh (hey)
Oh (oh, yeah)
Oh (hey-hey, hey-hey, hey-hey)
Yeah (oh, yeah)
Hey (oh)
Hey (yeah)
Hey, yeah, yeah

Gonna give it to ya (Aaron, a nasty man)
Right (I'm gonna give it to you right)
Make sure before I'm through you're feeling real good (yeah)
(Real good, baby)
Gonna give it to ya (gonna give it to ya)
Right (know you can, nasty man)
There's nothing I won't do to satisfy you (hey, hey)
(Give it to me, yeah)
Gonna give it to ya (give it to me) (oh, babe)
Right (ooh, ah) (give it all night)
Make sure before I'm through (ah, ooh, ah, hey)
You're feeling real good (make it feel so good I call out your name)
Gonna give it to ya (ooh, ah, ooh) (baby, baby)
Right (ooh, ah, always) (Jewell)
(You're nasty man) (Jewell) There's nothing I won't do (nasty man)
To satisfy you (Jewell) (make you so angelic again) (Jewell, don't you know I need ya?)

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Afro Puffs

(The Lady Of Rage)

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self

I rock on with my bad self 'cause it's a must
It's the Lady Of Rage, still kicking up dust
So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap
And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap
'Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine
Busy as a beaver, you best believe-a
This grand diva's runnin' shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a
Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' 'em like two scoops of chocolate
Check it how I rock it
I'm the one that's throwin' bolos, ya better roll a Rolo
To find out I'm the number one solo, uh
The capital R-A now take it to the G-E
I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me
I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style
For those that try to punk me, here's a Pamprin child
No need to say mo', check the flow
Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self

Now I'm hittin MC's like Hadouken
Ain't no doubt about it, I'm the undisputed
So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up
I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks
So put your money on the bread winner
I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call 'em head spinners
I got the tongue that has outdone anyone
From the rising to the setting of the sun
Or the moon, I consume the room with doom
When I hear the kick of a 808 bass, boom
Boom, bam, God, damn
I'm hittin' so hard you could say it's a grand slam, dunk, punks
Get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk
Of the rhythm (fresh) that I give 'em
Let it hit 'em, split 'em, did it now I'm rid of 'em, yeah
I put that on my unborn kids
Rage in effect so you know how it is

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self

Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you
Flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit
Oh shit, I'm the shit
You can't get with the Rage then tough tit-ty
I pi-ty the fool, that gets
With the lyrical murderer 'cause my shit is rude (ooh)
You wanna get with the wickedness, with that
Big batti girl that's kickin it, rippin' it apart like Jason
You'll be chasin' a dream like Freddy
Are you ready for the cream de la crème?
I'm steam pressuring those who ain't measuring up
I keep competitors stuck
In the muck with they butt up, what you wanna nut up
Like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real
That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA
(So what you gotta say?)

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self

I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self

Huh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what?)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what? Say what?)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? say what?)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (say what? Say what? Say what?)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (Rage!)

Get with the uh, roughest, roughest
Get with the uh, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
Get with the uh, roughest, roughest (yeah)
Get with the uh, toughest, toughest (Rage!)
Get with the uh, wickedness, roughest
I am the uh, wickedness (Rage)

Yeah, 1-9-9-4
The indo blow and the grass grow
Snoop Doggy Dogg, still don't love a ho
But you gotta give credit where credit is due
Women, back down and bow down to my motherf*ckin' homegirl
The Lady Of Rage
She rocks rough and stuff with the afro puffs
Handcuffed and she busts
And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up
You know what I'm sayin'?

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Jus So Ya No

(Boss Hog & C.P.O.)

Oh
Talk to them CPO

Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow
Occupation (looney motherf*cker) set I claim (the Row)
So the first motherf*cker that's caught up in the twist
Will be found in the depths of the Westbound
Take your place while we're here to lick raws
Drizzaws, full of caper for some paper to fold
Sort of a jack episode if you will
I was a do-low nigga from birth, and I'm that do-low nigga still
See that be what the f*ck a nigga mean
When I say you can't envision me (why?) 'Cause I can't be seen
Like Casper the Ghost, I creeps the most
'Cause I'm just so motherf*ckin' sly, invisible to the eye
So motherf*ckers can duck and dodge and slide
But there's really no escape from the nigga from this side
Which side? Westside
Layin' in the cut to gank your load
When we's in "Don't give a f*ck" mode
See if it's grip we want, it's grip we get
So run motherf*ckers 'fore you'se caught up in the sunsets
Bitch-made niggas best to keep that ass at home
'Cause that Boss Hog nigga's on the late night roam

This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a f*ck, 'cause you're wrong
This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a f*ck, 'cause you're wrong

Cruise into late night creep, a nigga gets his stroll
For seekin' out that bitch, to open the guts and bust on my nuts
Off to the spizznot, with chronic and fat knots
And them hoodrat hoes drop drawers to expose cock
Now I'm spot, emotions of a G
Girl, you know this Death Row, so you can not see a nigga
That's finna get paid on they block, think I ain't?
'Cause I've been known to bank and serve up Glock, fool
Now on the move to much higher and bigger things
Must be in it to win it 'cause I does them nigga things
My nuts is where they wanna swing and dangle on but now they roam
And no romance between us, so gets the f*ck on
Bitch-made, nothin' for his nose, and meaner for tricks
I gots love for nothin' but my niggas and grip
So now you know, and I be's off into the moonlight
Puffin' the I-N-do

This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a f*ck, 'cause you're wrong

Not sideways, enter the dwellin' of a fool
Ain't no nigga breathin' can f*ck up my rule
I'm that same nigga police done sought
But no, a nigga never ever been caught, 'cause I'm just sneaky though
I'm oh-too-sneaky, for those who see me
I rolls discretely, does my lows discretely
Completely, a true blue G to my name
CPO the shit, and Death Row's to blame

So if a nigga wanna breathe long, ha
Then the nigga best to ease on
That's how me and Nina does, we gives a f*ck who nigga was
If they're steppin to me wrong, nigga gone
Bitch so late, you're gasping, it ain't shit
Kinda like that 'Llac bendin' corners, I ain't easy to hit
The O as in G they don't wanna see (right)
Peeps through the sight, them shrieks as me creeps the late night
Freeze up, raise up 'cause jackers on for your jizzle
If you sponge up your hair, motherf*cker break yo' self
'Cause yo' foe is kinda sweet
I think I might have transfer them Dana's to my Grand Cherokee (that's right)
Be slippin' niggas up out of they shit like surgery
'Cause a motherf*cker gots to get stacked on track with urgency
You know, so next time slang motherf*ckin' thangs
Your shit'll be gone, f*ck if you see me if I see you it's on

This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a f*ck, 'cause you're wrong

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Hoochies Need Love Too

(Paradise)

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (you know we gotta have it, yeah)
Groove with me (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (yeah, you know we gotta have it, you know we gotta have it)
Groovin'

So you're trippin' 'cause I'm a little rougher than you're used to
I ain't the one you act a fool to
Step to me wrong and I'ma snap your neck
And put your ho in check, and if you take another step
Back in the day, if I remember
Clearly, you had the hanky for a hoochie, now you're frontin' when you're near me
And you know a hoochie ain't a hizzoe
That's why you gotta dizzo
But really, you don't hear me though
But anyway, I ain't trippin'
So don't you slip 'cause I'm dippin'
And sucker, you ain't pimpin', uh
You gotta step to a hoochie with a lil' more game on your tongue
Or your ass'll get hung
And I don't need a father figure
Daddy dearest tryna nut up
Put your game up or shut the f*ck up
And about that lil' tramp you supportin'
You're starin' me down, but I'm that hoochie you was shortin'

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (yeah, you know we gotta have it)
Groove with me (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (you know we gotta have it, you know we gotta have it, yeah)
Groove with me

Everybody's out to diss a hoochie
But don't even front, just light up a blunt
You gots to groove me to step to me
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, do he want me?
Or is he just a freaky brother fiendin' for some booty?
And thinkin' a bad ass hoochie might give the skins quicker
You got another thing comin', little nigga
We grew up on the same block, we went through the same shit
Now how you gonna have me deal with you? You's a trick
We both saw your mama get beat down by your pops
And saw your auntie get freaked down by your pops
And watched your ass get tore down
Just like your pops, and you gets no props
Now you're tryna educate your mind
Five percent inclined, and you never touch the swine
But what about that old fade that you're sportin'?
You're starin' me down, but I'm that hoochie you was shortin' (yeah)

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (you know we gotta have it, yeah)
Groove with me (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, a hoochie (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (you know we gotta have it, you know we gotta have it, yeah)
Come on and groove with me

So step to the left of mine
Cock it out when I'm ringin' your chimes
A chocolate brother on my arm, and he's fine
Yeah, and I'm
Groovin' 'cause I know he's right here
And can't nobody jump in my groove, I pumps fear
And don't be lookin' at my man, heffer, I'm peepin' you
A hoochie or not, my size eight'll be deep in you
Forget the peace treaty when you're steppin' to a sweetie
Sucker, you can't understand, I got his back-up if he needs me
Just like that Bonnie and Clyde, or that gangster and that hoochie
Yeah, I gotta have me a brother strong enough to groove me

Groove with me
So come on and groove me
Even though I'm a hoo-hoo-hoochie

Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochies need love too (hoochies need love too, yeah)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (yeah, you know we gotta have it)
Even though I'm a hoochie (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, don't you know we need love too (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (you know we gotta have it, you know we gotta have it)
Even though I'm a hoochie (you know we gotta have it)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochies need love too (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (you know we gotta have it)
Even though, even though I'm a hoochie (yeah, hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochies need love too

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I'm Still In Love With You

(Al B. Sure!)

Spendin' my day
Thinkin' 'bout you, girl
Bein' here with you, bein' near to you
I can't explain myself
Why I feel like I do (like I do)
Though it hurts me so, to let you know
When I look in your eyes
Just let me know how you feel
And let me know if love is really real
And it seems to me
That I'm wrapped up in your love

Don't you know that I'm still in love
Sure 'nough in love with you, hey
Woo
Ow
Oh
'Cause Heaven knows that I'm still in love
Sure 'nough in love with you, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey

When I look in your eyes
Throughout all these years, I see (I see)
Me lovin' you, you lovin' me
And it seems to me
That I'm wrapped up in your love, baby

Don't you know that I'm still in love
Sure 'nough in love with you, yeah
Ah
Ah (yeah)
Don't you know that I'm still in love
Sure 'nough in love with you
Said I'll try if you want me to
Ah, ah
Ah
(Sure enough, baby, I'm, uh, yeah)
Ah
Ah

Baby, I'm still in love
Sure 'nough in love with you
Said I'll try, want me to
Said I'll try if you want me to
Said I'm still in love with you, babe

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Crack 'Em

(O.F.T.B.)

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em

The Bottom made it to this shit not to be tooken out
And for you fools who let us in good lookin' out (lookin' out)
Y'all let us make our dope mark, now we'll enforce this
Lookin' out for all our niggas who support this (support this)
And for you motherf*ckers waitin' on that break up
The Bottom's creepin' to the top, you better wake up (wake up)
Because an obstacle is not impossible
We'll go over or crawl under like a cockroach
But don't you ever think you fools are gonna play us
Because again, not even Raid couldn't fade us (fade us)
Our foot is in, and now we goin' for that platinum
Comin' back with album three you know we crackin' 'em (crackin' em)

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em

In 1983 we was upstate
Wasn't no thinkin' about parole we had x-dates
I put the pen to the paper to free my mind
So once a nigga get released, I gotta get mine (get mine)
I never knew I had to struggle in this industry
Bust Stop rockin' the mic? They said it couldn't be
So in the meantime, in-between time
I kept writin' in the hole, where it's cold
'Cause I couldn't stop fightin'
Five years later I hit the streets
I found my niggas, we got it together formed O.F.T.B.
We had to come up with some money 'cause the shit costs (who broke it off?)
My nigga G.T. and the motherf*ckin' boss
We made song after song for the bitches and the homies
While y'all was at home lookin' at videos of the phonies
Now The Bottom is comin' back with a killin' flow
So make room for a nigga on Death Row
And let us

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em

Project kids, three niggas livin' on the edge
In other words we're damn near dead
But hunters don't choke, we go for broke
And y'all thought it was over

They say it ain't over 'til the fat lady sings
But that hoe don't know, nothin' about the noise that I bring
Let that hoe bust a note then I'ma kill her (kill her)
If that snipe get hype off that Miller
Tickin' like a time bomb, I'm dangerous, straight up
Watch, you motherf*ckers can't f*ck with us
Come around and get beat down or either shot down
In other words don't f*ck around
I'm stressin' to the max, I'm stressin' to the max
I knew I shouldn't of signed that motherf*ckin' contract
But all I wanted to do was put my voice on a track
Never thought my album hit a flip flop fag
A flip flop bag, a flip flop fag
They left a nigga for dead, but we got get-back
They put me on a shelf, they put me on a shelf
They said I'm goin' to court, but they already left
So I'm taggin' a rapper, that nigga actin', I have no patience
I'm crackin' motherf*ckers with no hesitation

Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
Crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em
So I crack 'em

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U Bring Da Dog Out

(Rhythm & Knowledge)

(Aw, damn)

You bring the dog outta me
You bring the dog outta me, oh
You bring the dog outta me
You bring the dog outta me, oh (yeah)

I must confess, my eyes are fixated on your dress
And the way you move (I love how you move)
You've got me hot, my mind is spinnin' like a top
Your skin's so silky smooth (so silky smooth)

I'm yearning, burning, I want your love
Touch me, teach me, what you dream of (you dream of)
Hold me, scold me, baby at your whim
Inside, outside, show me what your feelin'

You bring the dog outta me (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me, oh
You bring the dog outta me (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me, oh (yeah)

Don't be surprised, if you make my nature rise (make my nature rise)
While we're dancing slow
It's the natural thing, when you makin' jimmy swing (jimmy swing)
Honey, don't you know

I'm yearning, burning, I want your love (burning, yeah)
Touch me, teach me, what you dream of (teach me, yeah, oh yeah)
Hold me, scold me, baby at your whim
Inside, outside, show me what your feelin'

You bring the dog outta me (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me, oh
You bring the dog outta me (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me, oh (yeah)

Oh
You bring the dog outta me (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me, oh (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me, oh (yeah)
You bring the dog outta me (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me, oh (oh)
You bring the dog outta me (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me, oh (yeah-yeah)
You bring the dog outta me (oh yeah)
You bring the dog outta me, oh (you bring the dog outta me)
You bring the dog outta me
You bring the dog outta me, oh (yeah, yeah)
Don't you wanna bring that dog out of me?
Come on, baby, let me see you bring the dog outta me

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Blowed Away

(B Rezell)

Yeah (what?)
I'm kickin' it for real with B Real (yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah)
Yo, Marc, kick that fly gangsta shit, uh

Blowed away, flowin' away
Chillin' like a motherf*cker
On this hot ass day
Damn, I'm kinda high, so I just
Ride as I glide down the wicked ass South Side
So, as I begin to flow, my label is Death Row
Ya know, Caddy to the flo' (flo')
So fire up the bud for them niggas today
'Cause we be bumpin' with the groove
Gettin' blowed away

Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good (yeah)
There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood
I don't want to be late, don't want to miss the fun
So hurry up and get ready
Before they roll up a fat one

If you smell any smoke (oh, we smoke)
It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away
(It's all good, baby)
We're gettin' blowed away (it's all good, it's all)

If you smell any smoke (oh-oh)
It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away
(It's all good) so baby, won't you get right tonight?

(Ah, check it)
Now we're rollin' three deep in my daddy's Cadillac
And the top is down, the sounds are bumpin' from this ghetto track
If you wanna ride, all you do is pull out your stack
And baby, you can pitch right in for this twenty sack, yeah

If you smell any smoke
It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away
(It's all good)
Baby, won't you get right tonight? (It's all good)

If you smell any smoke (smoke)
It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away
(It's all good) so baby, won't you get right tonight?

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right (yeah)
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun (what's up Well)
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one (yeah)

They say that it's a party tonight (ooh, a party)
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one
And pass it around

Hey
I'm just gettin' off and it's been a long day
So I guess I'll go home and roll up a fat J
And smoke it in the tub while I'm gettin' rubbed
'Cause a nigga like me got more hoes than a rug
Now I ain't tryin' to dis nobody, assist nobody
And I'm sure not the type that'll kiss anybody's ass
I lay, and say what I say
All due respects to Tim and DeVante
For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paid
So pass the J, and let's get blowed away

(Yeah, uh-uh, ah, check it out, uh)
(Mmm, burn it out)
(For real, it's all good)
(Mmm, mm-mm)
(It's all good)
Babe

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one (it's all good)

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one (it's all good)

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I got my gun

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It's Not Deep Enough

(Jewell)

And you have money in your pocket 'cause you're an engineer
I'm r-, I'm tryna get paid, so quit playin' back there, okay

Oh
Oh
Hey, yeah, baby, baby
Yeah, yeah

Ooh, I have a piece of pie
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more
It's not deep enough, baby
Ooh, I have a piece of pie
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more
It's not deep enough

Anything you want from me, baby
You can have it
Fulfill your dreams and fantasies
Give you crazy magic
Never have to go far
My love is right where you are
And when you look around
I'm there for you

Ooh, I have a piece of pie
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more
Because it's not deep enough, baby
Ooh, I have a piece of pie
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more
It's not deep enough

You'll soon discover
You ain't gonna find another
Who give lovin' this good to you
The way I do, I do, I do
I'll take care of your needs
I kinda sing when you're into me
Make me reach for the sky

If you don't know (if you don't know)
Which way to go (which way to go)
Then I will show
'Cause I am not your average ho
No, baby
So get with it, right in it
Until you reach the bottom

It's not deep enough, baby
I want it deeper, baby
I want you to dig way down deep
And get it deeper, deeper
Oh, I
Oh, I
I want it deeper, baby
Want you way deep, way deep

Ooh, I have a piece of pie (I have a piece of pie)
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat (pie's real sweet)
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more
But still, it's not deep enough, baby
Ooh, I have a piece of pie (you gotta get a little deeper than that)
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more (hit it from the back, deeper than that)
It's not deep enough
Ooh, I have a piece of pie (deeper, deeper, baby)
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat (you gotta get deeper, baby)
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more (I want you to hit the bottom)
It's not deep enough (hit the bottom)
Ooh, I have a piece of pie (deeper, baby)
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat (deeper, deeper)
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more (you gotta get deeper)
It's not deep enough (you gotta get deeper to find my love)

Deeper, baby
Deeper than the cost of livin'
Deeper than the fact that you're not mine
Deeper, baby, deeper, baby
Meat's too tough, beggin' for more
'Cause it's not deep enough

Ooh, I have a piece of pie (deeper, baby)
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat (you gotta dig deep to satisfy me)
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more (you dig deep so far that you won't hear nobody else, nobody else)
It's not deep enough (deeper, baby)
Ooh, I have a piece of pie (deeper)
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat (deeper)
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more
It's not deep enough (deeper, baby)
Ooh, I have a piece of pie (oh, come on, baby)
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat (I said you have to dig deeper)
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more (I said you have to dig deeper)
It's not deep enough (baby)
Ooh, I have a piece of pie
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat
Meat's so tough, I'm beggin' for more (you have to dig deeper to find my love)
It's not deep enough (I want it deeper, I want it deep enough)
Ooh, I have a piece of pie (come on, baby)
Pie's real sweet, have a piece of meat

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Dogg Pound 4 Life

(Tha Dogg Pound)

(Busta ass niggas)
(Busta ass niggas)
(Let's ride on they ass)
(I be back in about thirty minutes)
(Long Beach city, nigga, haha)
(Get your ass in the car, nigga)

We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
Now we took they shit, now it's time to floss

Before I even step, motherf*ckers hit the deck
I gets reck' with a TEC, so cash in like checks, fool
I gots my own back in a scrap
But if it calls for that, I got my nigga Kenny Mack (biatch)
Swift as the wind, the MAC-10's in my nigga's clutches
So bust this, we rush this broke ass nigga
I knew he was a f*ckin' punk
So then I tapped Daz, go and pop the f*ckin' truck
He steps back in with TEC
And I'm all pumped, puffin' on blunts, ready to get reck'
Even though I knew he had a MAC-10, know I gave a f*ck
And stuck the TEC out the window, ready to let loose
Get some gin and juice and then tell Snoop to come scoop
Check me out, peep how all who withstand
Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
I'm peeping your people, now two f*ckin' hoods done bailed in
Wonderin' if he's G or a B-G, sportin' locs and a beanie
Tryna mad dog, you can't see me
Now I could bust a cap and split 'em up, I'm ready to get 'em up
I said, "what that Dogg Pound like, nigga?" Then I hit 'em up
Now you niggas know what's up with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a f*ck, I'm headed for the Westside

Now this spot's owned by the motherf*ckin' D-O-double-G
P-O-U-N-D, so I see no other choice but to roll with the homicide
For all this drama, make sure you and your mama die

This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life
Nigga, I just don't give a f*ck
This is Dogg Pound for life, nigga
This is Dogg Pound for life
Nigga, we just don't give a shit

Now before I bails, I blaze up a few sacks
Freshly Zig-Zag wrapped and grab my cavi sack
Tote a strap in my lap because the feud is on
One of these niggas got caught slippin', now the Eastside's a war zone
Known for the OGs
D-O-Gs, L-O-Cs
Sellin' cavi on the spot, late nights
Who gives a f*ck about another nigga, this Tha Pound for life
I got the biggest (uh-huh), fattest (like what), rocks on any block
Sellin' my dubs like crazy and the sales never stop
I saw my paper stackin', so I had to rush me a Benz, shit
I love the life that I live
Yeah, was the greatest of 'em all (a hustler)
I ran my game like a gangster, had no room for no busters
It musta been like a dream
I moved from sacks to grams, from O-Z's to ki's (big balls)
Now I'm known through the hood as the O-G
Never no more can be called no B-G
I put this sack down, I put my bang down
I start to set trip (why?) 'Cause this is Dogg Pound
So now you know about that nigga D-A-Z
(And where you from?) Eastside 'til I dizzie, L-B-C

This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life, nigga
Nigga, I just don't give a f*ck
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life
Motherf*cka, I just don't give a f*ck
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life, bitch
Call it what you want, Dogg Pound's the gang
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life
Nigga, we just don't give a shit (biatch)

Meditate to my flow, as I mob down the row
Yo, boy is it loony where the grass is greener
1-8-7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, a few niggas done up
Some rest in peace with their khakis heavy creased
But it's an Eastside thang, a who-ride thang
If we bang to the boogie then we boogie to the (bang)
I bring you the mothaf*ckin' .38
Just get the MC and my homie Nate
So we can ride, slide, slippity-slide
As I take you on a trip, nigga, ride, Eastside

This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life
Nigga, we still don't give a f*ck
This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life
Mothaf*cka, we still don't give a f*ck

You will lie in hell
Where your dead homeboys dwell
There's no way to escape
There's no way you can escape
So rest in peace, bitch
Anybody's killa
Dogg Pound Gangstas

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Pain

(2Pac & Stretch)

I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school, kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rollin' down the freeway swervin', don't worry
I'm 'bout to crash up on the curb 'cause my vision's blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my f*ckin' family, what else could I do but be a thug?
Out slangin' with the homies, f*ck hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain't goin' back to court, so f*ck what you thought
I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies
Will I live to be twenty-three?
There's so much pain

Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)

Years and years of that rough life
Runnin' crazed and wild as a kid and growin' tough with a knife
And livin' trife on the regular, buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase 'em down like the f*ckin' Predator
Get in trouble everyday in school, act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches, 'cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But the grimiest of the grimiest with love for me
Go pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by, but I didn't cry broke
Got hit off with the pack and started sellin' coke
And now the money's lookin' lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Pick up the game, it's all the same
I kick it back, yo, give 'em slack, yo
And now they label me the Mack, yo, people check it
Get disrespected if you front on the Birdman, you heard, man
Catch a couple shots from the Glock in my hand
Damn, at least I'm realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your ass twisted, so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan, kickin' major dust
So if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so much pain

So tired
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So tired, so
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So

They got me mobbin' like I'm loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherf*ckin' gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
Bust, on motherf*ckers with a passion
Better duck, 'cause I ain't lookin' when I'm blastin'
I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why, 'cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?
I keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real, they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin' on the streets
And I'll be ballin', loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin' at these suckas 'til you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
Word to mother I'm trapped, I'm kickin' dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene, steady muggin' mean until they kill me
I'll be livin' this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain

Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)

Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
Tired of the strain and the pain
(Don't get too close because you might get shot, boy)

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Mi Monie Rite!

(Lord G)

Wassup with my muthaf*ckin' money
Yo, Nigga, you better back the f*ck up
With all that bullshit (inaudible)
You could lose your shit over that, you know i'm sayin'?
I don't give a f*ck!
Yo, muthaf*ckas steppin' to me with that bullshit
Better sit your ass down somewhere, nigga, you don't know me
Don't speak unless you're spoken to, muthaf*cka
I gotta get my loot right, nigga, shieeet!

Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right)
Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(Yeah, muthaf*cka)
I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right!)
Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right

Check the extreme, microphone fiend on the scene
Crisp and clean, but more sizzle than sizzalene
Here's the rapture, avoid my capture
Skip the laughter, currency's what I'm after
My radius, you better stay out
If you enter my mind, you might not find your way out
That's no (inaudible), it's straight up, (inaudible)
I'm so deep I'm beneath the sea itself
(Inaudible) got no back, he should be sick of frontin'
I'm here huntin' whenever I be kickin' somethin'
And try to step, my game's too tight (tight)
I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right

Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right!)
Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right)
I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right!)
I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right (nigga)

MC's beware, it's the 7th letter, may I coast the roach
Now we would get sprayed with the raid
Watching quiver, as my rhyme gets delivered
I'm coolin' like a river while he shake and he shiver
Yo, you should've known, I come equipped
With Lord, flip, with the lip it's like a load in a whole clip
Bustas perish, when handled by the terrorists
No need to rush it, you'll all get a share of this
A line of drinking leads to too much blinking
Don't scheme! The Lord can tell whatcha thinkin'
I see through ya, like a window, Ah I be puffin' on the indo
Playing fools like a, game of Nintendo
Or Sega Genesis, so check out how I'm sending this
Ain't no pretending, this, dope's will remember this
Rhymes so fly they already took flight (shieet! nigga)
I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right

Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right!)
Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right)
Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right
(I gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right!)
Gotta get my muthaf*ckin' money right (nigga)

Bustas!
Get my shit right!
Check my shit out
Step my direction, muthaf*cka
Loud!
Busta ass niggas
Shieet, what is you really all about

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Loyal To The Game

(2Pac, Treach, & Riddler)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I've got task on a nigga's ass, tell me, will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be like tryna shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin' these thangs since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin' G's, buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin' paid, pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama
Busta, you ain't heard?
I've been slicin' motherf*ckers since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Without no doubt, I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back out
So I jumps in, they try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye, f*ck spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with seven flows and only Heaven knew
Repeat the boot sex, the news break, the used checks, uh
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a toothache
Yoo-hoo to you crew and, uh, you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and all my team's on your block more than you do
Who's the new crew?
Show me your neck, brother, and here's another
Smack your mother's mamma's mother
The first mom of all those other crack lovers
Backwards bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then? How ya like me? Hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it
The same thing minus green, hangin' posses like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be washing tons

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I be loyal to my niggas on the block, just buckin' the shots
And packin' the Glocks, and dodgin' the cops, and takin' over niggas' spots
Poppin' after poppin', the fools be droppin', the hoes be hoppin'
On my thing 'cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin' grim, is it me or him?
But him'll be with me, we be together, so what's up? We can do whatever
'Cause real niggas stick together 'til they make it up to Heaven
Through the streets, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigger the trigger
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty to Treach, the 2 to the Pac
I brings the Glock, I wets up your f*ckin' body
I'm like, "Oh my God-y, did I really shoot him?"
Yo, I shot him, so I got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doing my rap, but I dies for me hood, bro
So all you f*ckin' fools best to recognize and know my f*ckin' name
I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah