Rap music reached its
true pinnacle in the last twenty-five years.Run-DMC paved the way for a genre that allowed an entirely
new population to express their creativity.It seems that in the last couple years rap has taken a
turn for the worse.True we still have amazing lyricists like Jay-Z, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Eminem,
Atmophere, Kanye West, Dr. Dre, and Ludacris, but they can only make so many albums. I have collected some
of my favorite mixes and added the lyrics and videos for each.
10. NAS Feat Lauryn Hill
- If I Ruled The World
Life..... I wonder.... Will it take me under, I don't know.
Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassing Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising
blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights
are colder Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got not evidently It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually
Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge of coke
was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin, fashion Designer clothes,
lacing your click up with diamond vogues Your people holdin dough, no parole No rubbers, go in raw imagine law with
no undercovers Just some thoughts for the mind I take a glimpse into time watch the blimp read The World Is
Mine.
If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds
and pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for
today, in these last days and times.
The way to be, paradise like relaxin’ Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon Armani exchange the reins Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in
the iller path The Villa house is for the crew, how we do Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision The better livin, type of place to raise kids in Open they eyes
to the lies history's told foul But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child Seeing things like I
was controlling, click rollin Trickin six digits on kicks and still holdin Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish Political prisoner set free, stress free No work release purple M3's
and jet skis Feel the wind breeze in West Indies I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse themes
to Willies It sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa.
If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and
pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today,
in these last days and times.
And then we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll
walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk
right up to the sun We won't land.
You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry Duck
down in car seats, heat's mandatory Runnin from Jake, getting chased, hunger for papes These are the breaks
many mistakes go down out of state Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weight Tryin to get laced, flip the ace
stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camera Makin moves in Atlanta, back and forth scrambler Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich Still nobody want a nigga havin shit If I ruled the world
and everything in it, sky's the limit I push a Q-45 Infinit It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or
B Felonies Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I'd never see but reality struck Better find
out before your time's out, what the fuck?
If I ruled the world Imagine that I'd free all my
sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could be mine, we'd both shine If I ruled the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times.
If I ruled the world, if
I ruled, if I ruled Imagine that I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds Could it be, if you could mine, we'd both shine If I ruled
the world Still livin for today, in these last days and times.
If I ruled the world, if I ruled if
I ruled, I'd free all my sons black diamonds, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled If I ruled the world
If I ruled the world I love em love em baby!!
7. M.I.A. Feat Bun B & Rich Boy - Paper Planes (Remix)
I
fly like paper, get high like planes, If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name, If you come around here,
I make 'em all day, I get one down in a second if you wait.
I fly
like paper, get high like planes, If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name, If you come around here,
I make 'em all day, I get one down in a second if you wait.
Sometimes
I feel sitting on trains, Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game, Everyone's a winner now we're
making that fame, Bonafide hustler making my name.
Sometimes I feel sitting
on trains, Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game, Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame, Bonafide hustler making my name.
All I wanna do is (bang bang bang bang!) And (kkkaaaa
ching!) And take your money.
(Repeat 3 More Times)
Pirate
skulls and bones Sticks and stones and weed and bombs Running when we hit 'em Lethal poison through their
system.
Pirate skulls and bones Sticks and stones and weed and bombs Running when we hit 'em Lethal poison through their system.
No
one on the corner has swagger like us Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless We pack and deliver like ups trucks Already going hard just pumping that gas.
No one on the corner has swagger like us Hit me
on my banner prepaid wireless We pack and deliver like ups trucks Already going hard just pumping that gas.
All I wanna do is (bang bang bang bang!) And (kkkaaaa ching!) And take
your money.
(Repeat 3 More Times)
Rollin
through the city, old school on them big boys 12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise Got the big toys don’t
make me have to blast Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash Back up in the hood where the rules don’t
shift And the gangstas talk trills, sippin...
You can call
5-0 and 5-0 might come But by the time that they arrive all that dirt had been done Now one things for certain,
and two are for sure Being poor is a disease, you gotta hustle up a cure Start with your head homie then use your
hands If you try it in reverse, you don’t even have a chance. We worldwide worried with the hunger and the
thirst From the third world countries to the second and the first It sounds like a verse but its more like a plan Get your robin hood on, put some pressure on the man tell it.
All I
wanna do is (bang bang bang bang!) And (kkkaaaa ching!) And take your money.
(Repeat
3 Times)
MIA Third world democracy Yeah, I got more records than
the KGB So, uh, no funny business.
I wake up in the mornin with my bitch in the bed She dont like the police and she sure hate the feds I love my girl cause she gives me what I want She rides in
the trunk or either rides in the front She looks like 22 but shes really 45 Some reason she done made a whole lotta
niggas cry So bad that she make em' wanna pull ther're money out Take it out they pockets and they put it
in my box Ahh! gotta hurt ya with that girl do ya, Shes always one on one, take take take the moolah Gimmie
them pace or the cash and the credit card Might be a brawd but the lil' bitch is hittin hard You the police
and we is the robbers You need more than a million cops just to stop us Excuse me, let me introduce my lady Her
name is baretta and shes mothafuckin crazy.
All I wanna do is (bang bang bang bang!) And
(kkkaaaa ching!) And take your money.
(Repeat 3 Times)
6. Jermaine Dupri, Ludacris, P. Diddy, Murphy Lee, Snoop Dogg - Welcome to Atlanta (Remix)
After the party it's the Waffle House If
you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about Where people don't dance all they do is this And after
the original you know what it is
This is the remix mother fuckers
Welcome
to Atlanta
Remix it had to go down I got somethin else to tell you 'bout the new Motown Where people
don't visit, they move out here And ain't no tellin who you might see up in Lennox Square I don't know
about you but I miss the freaknik Cause that's where my city use to be real slick People from other cities use
to drive from miles Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change with time.
Magic sittin back lookin like eighty nine All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday
night, the Velvet Room same shit Wednesday Strokers I don't go no more Cause they don't know how to treat
you when you come through the door Thursday night, was Plush but we moved the fuel And I be up in the booth drunk
actin a fool Friday night, at Kaya they still got love And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club Saturday still off the heezy for sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday gettin me some sleep please I'm on my way to the deck then hittin Jazzy Tee's, holla.
Ay yo I'm from New York man Representin
N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New Your at, where New Youk at
Where New York at, ya, ya, ya.
Welcome To New York mother fuckas, where we don't play And out of towners
get got like everyday And a gangstas a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty two's this what long money do Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low
and hay lo sippin cris and we straight Monday we go to Bungalow 8 Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The
way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now top down at the Rucker game New coup no roof playa what's
my name? Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown what now, let’s make it happen.
New York
mother fuckers if you can make it here
You can make it anywhere We still here and
we buildin four more new towers
Mother fuckers.
Who say St. Louis ain't
hip hop, dirty we hop to what's hip I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let a slip I'm so St. Louis,
ask my tattooist I was like the waterboy now they sayin you can do it! I'm Baby Houie one of the best in the
Louie Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louie Home of back porches, chucks, and air forces Old school cars
be trail blazin like Portland The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses I call 'em gimme girls they
always tell me I can have it All got habits marijuana exstatic By two cats and coats with automatics St. Louis,
the truth like Sojourner Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner I tried to told ya don't cross that
bridge Without permission from those St. Lunatics.
Yo-yo-yo-yo Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop
Dogg in the house tonight He just came from off tour And he wanna tell y'all little bit where he come from.
Palm trees bad bitches and wanna bees O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds Now laters, jellybeans, and
wallabees Real niggas from the set I'm hardly ever seened Mostly heard us sell a bird off the cizzurb They
movin yep, we hop and then we swizzurve A lot of homies like to wear there pizzerm Hair longer than hers short with
the fizzurbs
Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog Like Kobe to
Shaq now take that Long Beach is on the mother fuckin map And sittin by the sea, R.I.P. JD, you know about
the L.B.C. Blood and stellas, cold hearted killas Real cop pillas, real shot fillas Ain't no squeelas,
alot of dopes dealers Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners,
scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoked out drink up, now put ya bank up It's all on me I got a scenery too stank up Crank up the beat, raise up the heat I'm thrownin a block
party on two one streets, for shore.
Welcome to Atlanta remix hey And we ride on them thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties don’t stop 'til eight in the morning.
Welcome
to Atlanta And we ride on them thangs like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties
don’t stop 'til eight in the morning.
3. Outkast - Atliens
Ya, East Point smoke some dank
College Park in the house
Everybody know what I’m saying, check it.
Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better And when I'm
on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toe nails Oh hell,
there he go again talkin that shit Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve And now you bout to see
this Southern playa serve I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent Then I heard it's
not what you make but how much you spent you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack
of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I It's that same
mother fucka that took them knuckles to your eye And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen Giving
the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison
Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like
you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say
O-Yaer’
Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody
let me hear you say O-Yaer’
Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender,
ain't nothin better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter If not I'll wait, because the future of
the world depends on If or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome Or will it know to be the
hard regardless of the skin tone I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on Or will it give a
fuck about what others say and get gone The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky Like sounds
of blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody say...
Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like
you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say
O-Yaer’
Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody
let me hear you say O-Yaer’
Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school Thinkin about the second album
at the Dungeon shootin pool Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone) Honey I'm home
but I'm not married Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated And now I'm sittin at the end of the
month I just made it Like you made the B team And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee You heard
the A-T-L-iens So back the hell up off me
Softly as if I played piano in the dark Found a way to channel
my anger not to embark The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part God works in mysterious
ways so when he starts the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here No drugs or alcohol so I can
get the signal clear as day Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon that never runs out of ammunition so I'm
ready for war okay
Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit Then everybody
let me hear you say O-Yaer’
Now
throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you like fish and grits and all
that pimp shit Then everybody let me hear you say O-Yaer’
1.
Notorious BIG - Big Poppa
Uh, uh,
check it out, yeah uh Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh um Uh (I like this) yeah Yeah, 94' (keep bangin)
To
all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes Who rock grooves
and make moves with all the mommies? From the back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me The back
of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin But I just can't
quit Because one of these honnies Biggie got to creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not Why blow
up my spot cause we both got hot Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe
me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's C-notes by the
layers, true fuckin players Jump in the Rover and come over tell your friends jump in the GF3, I got the chronic
by the tree.
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-Pa) Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa (I love it when you call me Big Pop-Pa) To the honnies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies uh (I love it when
you call me Big Pop-Pa) You got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why) Cause I see some
ladies tonight that should be having my baby Bay-Bey
Straight up honey really I'm asking Most
of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be acting Who they attracting with that line, "What's your name,
what's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind And ask what your interests are,
"who you be with?" Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm
gon' call my crew You gon call your crew
We can rendez-vous at the bar around two Plans
to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the
way to the telly go fill my belly A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, cause
in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo? (true) Forget the telly we just go to the
crib and watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me.
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-Pa) Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa (I love it when you call me Big Pop-Pa) To the honnies
gettin money playin niggaz like dummies uh (I love it when you call me Big Pop-Pa) You got a gun up in your waist
please don't shoot up the place (why) Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be having my baby Bay-Bey
(How you livin Biggie Smalls?) In mansion and Benz's Givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what) Choppin o's,
smokin lye an' Optimo's Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows A foolish pleasure, whatever I had
to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measure However living better now, Gucci sweater now Drop top BM's
I'm the man girlfriend
Honey check it, check it Tell your friends, to get with my friends
(your friends) And we can be friends Shit we can do this every weekend (that's right) Alright? Is that
alright with you? Yeah... keep banging
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-Pa) Throw your hands in the
air, if you's a true playa (I love it when you call me Big Pop-Pa) To the honnies gettin' money playin'
niggaz like dummies uh (I love it when you call me Big Pop-Pa) You got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot
up the place (why) Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be having my baby Bay-Bey
Uhh, Check it
out, My full shit, for that ass, Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A., representin' baby
bay-bay! Uhh!
9. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Crossroads
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Now tell me whatcha gonna do When
there ain't no where to run When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you Tell me whatcha gonna do
When there aint no where to hide When judgment comes for you, cause it's gonna come for you.
Head
south let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss
everybody I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay When playing with destiny, plays too deep for me
to say Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please Bury me by my grand-grand and when
you can.
God bless you working on a plan to
Heaven Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise even though the devil's all up in my face But
he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace For the case to race with a chance to face the judge And I'm guessing
my soul won't budge Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs Oh what can I do it's all about our family
and how we roll Can I get a witness let it unfold We living our lives to eternal our soul aye-oh-aye-oh.
Prayyyyyyy, and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday and we pray,
and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll Whether is tell of his Heaven Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo It's steadily
creeping up on the family Exactly how many days we got lasting While you laughin we're passing, passing away So y'all go rest y'all souls Cause I know I ma meet you up at the crossroads Y'all know y'all
forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby.
Lil Eazy's long gone Really wish he would come home But
when it's time to die Gotta go bye bye All a thug could do is cry, cry Why they kill my dog and man I miss my uncle Charles y'all and he shoudn't be gone, in front of his home What they did to Boo was wrong Oh so wrong, oh so wrong Gotta hold on gotta stay strong When the day comes Better believe Bone got a shoulder
you can lean on (lean on).
Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray everyday, everyday, everyday,
everyday and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads,
crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads So you won't be
lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads.
And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss
everybody when I'm gone And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna
miss everybody when I’m gone
And I’m gonna miss everybody.
Living
in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven That's how we roll Living in a hateful world sending me straight
to Heaven That's how we roll Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven That's how we
roll And I'm asking the good lord "why?" and sigh It's I he told me we live to die.
What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test
us dog Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinning And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends Wanna come again, again and again Now tell me whatcha gonna do.
Can somebody anybody tell me why? Hey,
can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die? I dont wanna die.
Ohhh so wrong Ohhhhh wrong Ohhh
so wrong Ohhhhh wrong
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads.
8. Eminem Feat Dr. Dre,
Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Xzibit - Bitch Please II
Yeah what up Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't Ahhh! They didn't
do it again what-what, what-what Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre Oh for sho' Uh-uh,
naw, ya smell that This is special right here What-what, what-what-what Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie
baby Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, you know! What's crackin Dre.
Just let me lay back and
kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit Throw on Guilty Conscience
at concerts and watch mosh pits till mother fuckers knock each other unconscious Some of these crowds that Slim
draws is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw
is niggaz from Crenshaw from Long Beach to South Central.
Whoa, not these niggaz again These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again You and what army could harm me D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach Came a long way, to makin these songs
play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day Sometimes
it's like a nightmare, just being Andre But I...
Somehow, someway, hello, nigga You know about Dogg-ay
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin from the shit
that I be spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty guns, and I love all
of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn baby girl what's your name I forgot, what'd you say it was, Damn a
nigga buzzed Hangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem What up cuz The Great White American Hope, done hooked
up with the king of the mother fuckin West Coast, Bay-Bay.
And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always wanna
dance.
I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin you move You're found dead in your garage, with
ten o'clock news coverage Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbox
with God All jokes aside, come bounce with us Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust It's
like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust, they
just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club shootin with Puff Bitch, please, you must have
a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees, c'mon.
And you don't really
wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil,
they always wanna dance.
And you don't really wanna fuck
with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always
wanna dance.
Awww
naww, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long Back up, in the, hissy Bay-Bay He's Sha-day!
He's so crazy.
Gimme the mic, let me recite, till Timothy White pickets outside the Interscope
offices every night What if he's right, I'm just a criminal, makin a living off of the world's misery
- what in the world gives me the right to say what I like, and walk around flippin the bird Livin the urban life,
like a white kid from the burbs Dreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leave Run away from home and grow
to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me and people to see that somewhere deep down, there's a decent
human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me is cause this is me now,
the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me, dressing up like a nerd on TV or heard the CD using
the fag word so freely it's just me being me, here want me to tone it down Suck my fuckin dick, you faggot You happy now, Look here.
I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go) Ask the bouncers in the
club cause they know (cause they know) I start some shit they throw me out the back door (the back door) Come back
and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo').
And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck
around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always wanna dance.
And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck
around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always wanna dance.
2001 and forever Slim
Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg C'mon, yeah!!
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5.
Warren G Feat Nate Dogg - Regulate
Regulators,
we regulate any stealing of his property and we're damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street 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 trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so I can
get some funk just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone.
Just hit the Eastside of the LBC on a mission
trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's
up with 213.
So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do
this" I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?" some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm
stuck."
Since these girls peepin me I'm a glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight
hit the curb Won't cha think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey had some suckas all in his
mix.
I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they taking
Warren's wealth they took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?"
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around ain't none of them seeing if they going 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 going down I can't believe this happening in my own town If I had wings I would fly let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey 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 switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts sit back and observe I
just left a gang of those 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 the Nate Dogg and the
G-child were in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hell I said ooo I like your size she
said my car's broke down and you seem real nice, would ya let me ride? I got a car full of girls and it's
going real swell the next stop is the Eastside Motel.
I'm tweaking 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.
Chords
strings we brings Melody G-Funk where rhythm is life and life is rhythm.
If you know I´ll
got know you don't wanna step to this It's the G-Funk era funked out with a gangsta twist if you
smoke like I smoke then you high like everyday and if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate.
4. Atmosphere - Trying
To Find A Balence
They love the taste of blood Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe
I only look out the window when it's scenic Atmosphere finally made a good record Yeah right, that shit almost
sounds convincing The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cinci "Get real" they tell me If only they knew how real this life really gets
They would stop acting like a silly bitch They
would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because
these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a
ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pacman.
Hello ma'am, would you be interested In some sexual positions and emotional investments See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be askin' ya'll, "Where did all the passion
go?" East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh Somebody give
me a big yes (yes) God Bless America, but she stole the B from bless (and kept it) Now I'm too fucked up to
dance So I'm a sit with my hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't
take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (you know).
In the days of kings and queens
I was a jester Treat me like a God, or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance.
In the days of kings and queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, or they treat me like a leper You see
me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to find a balance.
I’m trying to build a balance
I’m trying to find a balance
I’m trying to build a balance.
So now I keep a close eye on my pets Because
they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense So straight you
can set your clocks and place bets Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead Hustle, maybe a couple will love
what you said Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands Yeah I got some last words, fuck all y'all Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball Gotta journey the
world in a hurry Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury Guilty of droppin' these bombs in
the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em Guilty of settin'
my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium.
In the days of kings and queens I was
a jester Treat me like a God, or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm
trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance
In the days of kings and queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, or they treat me like a leper You see
me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance
I’m trying to find a balance
I’m trying to build a balance
I’m trying to find a balance
I’m trying to build a balance
I’m trying to find a balance
I’m trying to build a balance.
I gotta find my balance I gotta find my balance.
Now all
my friends are famous It's either one thing or another They all don't know what my name is Probably
know both of my brothers The one is a hard workin' savior The other's a hard workin' soldier I'm
just your next door neighbor Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober You wait for the car at the corner Pretend like you know what the pot is Won't quit till I hit California And make you my Golden State goddess.
2. Eminem - I Still Don’t
Give a Fuck
A lot of people ask me, am
I afraid of death Hell yeah I'm afraid of death I don't want to die yet A lot of people think that
I worship the devil that I do all types of retarded shit Look, I can't change the way I think And I can't
change the way I am But if I offended you? Good Cause I still don't give a fuck.
I'm zonin off
of one joint, stoppin a limo Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year
is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this Livin amuk, never givin a fuck Gimme the keys
I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck But I smoke dope in a cab I'll stab you with the sharpest knife
I can grab Come back the next week and re-open your scab (Yeah)
A killer instinct runs in the blood Emptyin full clips
and buryin guns in the mud I've calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs I could walk around straight for
two months with a buzz My brain's gone, my soul's worn and my spirit is torn The rest of my body's still
being operated on I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writing this rhyme Cause I'm probably gonna get
struck with lightning this time
For all the weed that I've smoked, yo this blunts for you To all the people
I've offended, yeah fuck you too! To all the friends I used to have, yo I miss my past But the rest of you assholes
can kiss my ass For all the drugs that I've done, yo I'm still going to do To all the people I've offended,
yeah fuck you too! For every time I reminisce, yo I miss my past But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can
kiss my ass
I
walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue I'll
hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles And pull you apart from both angles I wanna crush your skull
til your brains leaks out of your veins And bust open like broken water mains So tell Saddam not to bother with
making another bomb Cause I'm crushin the whole world in my palm Got your girl on my arm and I'm armed
with a firearm So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on And
the pants to match (here momma try em on) I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives, a brain full of adverbs,
and a box full of laxatives (Shittin on rappers) Causin hospital accidents God help me before I commit some irresponsible
acts again
For
all the weed that I've smoked, yo this blunts for you To all the people I've offended, yeah fuck you too! To all the friends I used to have, yo I miss my past But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass For all the
drugs that I've done, yo I'm still going to do To all the people I've offended, yeah fuck you too! For
every time I reminisce, yo I miss my past But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass.
I
wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it Spend a million a track and went over my budget (Oh shit!) Now how
in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt? I can't rap anymore - I just murdered the alphabet Drug sickness
got me doin some bugged twitches I'm withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches I don't rap to get the
women - fuck bitches Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes Never ran with a click - I'm a posse Kamikaze, strappin a mother fuckin bomb across me
From the second I was born, my momma lost me I'm a cross between Manson, Esham
and Ozzy I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place My worst day on this earth was my first
birthday Retarded? What did that nurse say? Brain damage? Fuck, I was born during a earthquake.
For all the weed that I've smoked, yo this blunts for you To all the people
I've offended, yeah fuck you too! To all the friends I used to have, yo I miss my past But the rest of you assholes
can kiss my ass For all the drugs that I've done, yo I'm still going to do To all the people I've offended,
yeah fuck you too! For everytime I reminisce, yo I miss my past But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can
kiss my ass.
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Honorable Mention
Eminem & Proof Freestyle
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