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Released: 1991 Album: Cypress Hill Artist: Cypress Hill Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap All right reserved and I don’t take credit for any of the production of this song and this is strictly for educational purposes It's another one of them ol' funky Cypress Hill things You know what I'm sayin? And it goes like this Hey don't miss out on what you're passin' You're missin' the hoota of the funky Buddha Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked So come on as Cypress starts to kick it 'Cause we're like the outlaw stridin' while suckers are hidin' Jump behind the bush when they see me (us) driving By, hangin' out the window With my Magnum, takin' out some puto's Actin' kinda loco, I'm just another local Kid from the street gettin' paid for my vocals Here is somethin' you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is somethin' you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is somethin' you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is somethin' you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is somethin' you can't understand I'm ignoring all the dumb shit Yo, because nothin' is comin' from it I'm not gonna waste no time Fuckin' around, my gat straight hummin' Hummin', comin' at cha And you know I had to gat ya Time for some action, just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference Into your satellite, shinin' a battle light Swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right Here's an example, just a little sample How I could just kill a man One-time tried to come in my home Take my chrome, I said, "Yo, it's on Take cover son, or you're ass-out How you like my chrome?", then I watched the rookie pass out Didn't have to blast out, but I did anyway That young punk had to pay So I just killed a man Here is something you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is something you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is something you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is something you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) It's gonna be a long time before I finish One of the many missions that I have to establish To light my spliff, ignite ya with insights And if you ain't down, bullshit Say some punk try to get you for your auto Would you call the one-time, play the role model? No, I think you play like a thug Next, hear the shot of a Magnum slug Hummin', comin' at cha Yeah ya know I'm gonna gat ya How do you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been Understand where I'm comin' from When you're up on the hill, in your big home I'm out here, riskin' my dome Just for a bucket, or a fast Ducat Just to stay alive, aiyyo I gotta say, "Fuck it" Here is somethin' you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is somethin' you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is somethin' you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is somethin' you can't understand (How I could just kill a man) Here is somethin' you can't understand

Released: 2005 Album: The Sound Of Revenge Artist: Chamillionaire Featured artist: Sway Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap Awards: People's Choice Award for Favorite Hip-Hop Song, They see me rollin', they hatin' Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty My music's so loud, I'm swangin' They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Think they can see me lean I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen When you see me ride by, they can see the glean And my shine on the deck and the TV screen Ride with a new chick, she like hold up Next to the PlayStation controller Is a full clip in my pistola Turn a jacker into a coma Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone Just tryin' to bone ain't tryin' to have no babies Rock clean itself, so I pull in ladies Laws of patrollin' you know they hate me Music turned all the way up until the maximum I can speak for some niggas try to jack for some But we packin' somethin' that we have & um Will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell, I'm grippin' oak Music loud & tippin' slow Twist and twistin' like hit this dough Pull up from behind & is in his throat Windows down, gotta stop pollution CD's change, niggas like, "Who is that producin'?" This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin' Got warrants in every city except Houston, but I still ain't losin'

Label Columbia Songwriter(s) Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud Producer(s) DJ Muggs Released September 1, 1998 Genre Hip hop, comedy hip hop Hello, I'm Dr. Greenthumb Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed And just can't find some anywhere? Well try my Dr. Greenthumb grow tips I'll show you how to grow inside and out From seed to clone, and the best homegrown And if you're afraid of those pesky pork choppers in the sky No worries, we'll fix them too With one of our Dr. Greenthumb 'Sizzlean' screens To block the nosy pig's vision Don't believe me? Just ask one of my many satisfied clients here Jed Sanders How well it works Hyuh, hyuh, hello mah name is Jaid And ahm a farmer and I've been growin Mary-jah-wana fer about twenty years and uhh Uhh, with Dr. Greenthumb's 'Sizzlean' screen I don't have to point my shotgun At them pesky porkers no more Thanks, Dr. Green, you're the shit Yes, Dr. Greenthumb's got it all, I guarantee it Try my book and you'll have the chronic in no time Dial 1-800-713-GROW That's 1-800 713 G R O-W "Hello Dr. Greenthumb, paging Dr. Greenthumb!" [Verse 1: B-Real] Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb I'd like to tell you just where I'm from In the hills where the trees grow wild with weed fields The fuckin' pigs with shields holding the blue steels Greenhouse effect with the weed connect (Doctor) DEA can't keep Greenthumb in check (Doctor!) HPS, God Bless the whole crop Please God, don't let me see no cops Trunkload, ready to hit the highway Don't let the eye in the sky fly my way Or we gonna have big trouble, that's no shit Can't be growin without no permit But fuck that, I study the 215 trip That way when they come they can suck my dick Weed can't grow without attention Hello my name is Dr. Greenthumb [Chorus: B-Real & SenDog] Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb I'd like to tell you just where I'm from Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb I'd like to tell you just where I'm from Ayo, Dr. Greenthumb, come on back one time

I've been on track, 20 racks on 20 bitches Bet she won't stay, triple stack on all her visions Let her hold back, pussy stains on all my bitches I've been on track, 20 racks on 20 bitches I've been on track, 20 racks on 20 bitches Bet she won't stay, triple stack on all her visions Let her hold back, pussy stains on all my bitches I've been on track, 20 racks on 20 bitches Twine, twine, twine racks on me Twi-i-ine racks on me Twine racks, racks on me Oh well mane, let 'em fall down Get the bitch on a picture And click what a bitch on the pic Right, right, right Twine racks

Ooh, baby, what you wishin' for? (Wishin' for?) Maybe you should wish it more (wish it more) Maybe the world is yours (world is yours) Maybe when it rains, it pours (keep on wishin') I don't know how to wish anymore (keep on wishin') I don't know how to wish anymore (I don't know how to wish anymore) Or do I? Wish you'd get out my face, might go MIA Might just blow my brain, I'd be Kurt Cobain I can't feel my face, I can't feel my face I can't feel my face, I can't feel my face I wish you would find your chill 'Cause Lord knows this shit get real And for this price, you know you'd kill Man, it's big brack, you know the deal Man, it's big slatt, you know the deal Draco a big dragon, fire, hell Can't save me, man, save yourself 'Cause I do not need no help Keep on wishin' Keep on wishin' Keep on wishin' (Ooh-oh, oh-ah) Ooh, baby, what you wishin' for? (Wishin' for?) Maybe you should wish it more (wish it more) Maybe the world is yours (world is yours) Maybe when it rains, it pours (keep on wishin') I don't know how to wish anymore (keep on wishin') I don't know how to wish anymore (I don't know how to wish anymore) Or do I? Wish you'd get out my face, might go MIA Might just blow my brain, I'd be Kurt Cobain I can't feel my face, I can't feel my face I can't feel my face, I can't feel my face  Songwriters: Boaz De Jong / Michael White II / Robin Peters / Thomas Wesley Pentz / Wyatt Charles Bamford Sanders Wish lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Cloud9, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Last Song I got With The Homie Stream our other songs All Star Team, You Aint One Of Us, No Hook , & ASAALi Thanks Everyone rocking with the songs and thank you Suede Long live your name Shot by @shooterzongo (This is the current description on the original YouTube account by “Anthoe The Great”)

Album: Monkey Business Released: 2008 Artist: Gorilla Zoe Featured artist: Lil Wayne Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap Well, if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me I been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me And I been lookin' for somebody that been lookin' for me Keepin' my two fingers crossed, but I'm still lookin' for peace I been lookin' at the clouds, maybe they'll listen to me Can't talk dirty to myself because the mirror's too clean Tryin' never to look back because the light always green It's safe to say I lost my way, but I never lost the lead And if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me Every time it beat, it break apart I really think it's all my daddy fault I can't find the keys to my heart Think I'ma need the automatic start Out there lookin' for love after dark Then I get tired and it's an afterthought Where's the love? Five question marks Eat your heart out, I had to starve It's the saddest part I'm questionin' myself, I ain't gotta answer yours Baby, that's for sure I take a look at myself and then I just pass the torch Baby, back and forth I ask, can we get together just to break back apart? Baby, that's the cure Me, myself, I, and my iPhone, Fantastic Four Never knew "take it or leave it" could be so literal Never knew takin' a breather could be so physical Never knew takin' it easy could be so difficult Never knew takin' these drugs could be so spiritual Never knew the chemist like how I know the chemicals Never knew takin' a life could be so minuscule Never know takin' chances will be individual Never know takin' advantage would be inhospitable, how pivotal Never knew the shit I never knew would be minimal, how cynical Never knew love and hate were similar, identical I been lookin' for some love, but it ain't lookin' for me That's why she bite her tongue when she tell me that pussy for me And I been lookin' for somebody that been lookin' for me Keepin' my two fingers crossed, but I'm still lookin' for peace And if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me If you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' too deep I can't find the keys to this life Picked the locks, I might be a'ight Close my eyes, I might see the light Life is a bitch, she might be my type Death is a bitch, she might be tonight Haters kiss and dick-eaters bite Table turn every day 'n night Three-sixty, three-sixty-five I can't find no leaks to my pipe Police can't find no reason or right Been tryna let shit happen on the fly But I can't find a seat on that flight There's a private plane, that's simple and plain Tickets at a more reasonable price Sometimes, I don't know how it's gon' end Even though I done seen the movie twice Pop a wheelie, new motorbike Some people like to live a slower life Some niggas like to live cutthroat I'ma be the nigga that hold the knife You girl wan' hold me tight overnight Who am I to tell her wrong from right? I'ma give her more dick than advice You give her more strings to a kite I just found a needle in a haystack, bitch, it's payback I found myself talkin' to myself with nothin' to say back And I just found the keys to a Maybach I had way back Tryna find everything but my way back Yeah, well, if you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' for me I been lookin' at my posse with a look of belief I been lookin' in my closet and it look like Paris They been lookin' for your body, they been lookin' for weeks They find you dead with your eyes open, lookin' for grief I been lookin' at the clouds, they say they look up to me Safe to say I lost some sleep, but I never lost my dreams If you out there in the streets and you lookin' for me When you find me, tell me, I said I been lookin' too deep They lost

REMASTERED IN HD! March 14, 2020 marks the 25th anniversary of 2Pac’s album ‘Me Against The World’ featuring “Dear Mama” Get the album on iTunes http://smarturl.it/2PacAgainstTheWorld Google Play http://smarturl.it/AgainstTheWorld-GP Amazon http://smarturl.it/AgainstTheWorldEX Listen on Spotify http://smarturl.it/2pacMATWstream http://2pac.com http://facebook.com/tupacshakur http://instagram.com/2pac http://twitter.com/2pac Music video by 2Pac performing Dear Mama. (C) 1995 Interscope Records #2Pac #DearMama #Remastered #Vevo #HipHop #OfficialMusicVideo When I was young, me and my mama had beef 17 years old, kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, and scared to go home, I was a fool With the big boys breakin' all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years We was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies, the same drama When things went wrong we'd blame Mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary one day? And runnin' from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend, Mama You always was a black queen, Mama I finally understand For a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Lady, don't you know we love you? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above you (you are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love you? Now, ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love from my daddy, 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry, 'cause my anger Wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs And even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own, so I started slangin' I ain't guilty, 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone, because you cared for me And I could see you comin' home after work late You're in the kitchen, tryin' to fix us a hot plate You just workin' with the scraps you was given And Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin' But now the road got rough, you're alone You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Lady, don't you know we love you? (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above you (you are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love you? Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle every day, gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand You are appreciated Lady, don't you know we love you? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above you (you are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't you know we love you? (Dear Mama) Sweet lady Lady (dear Mama) Lady, lady

Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) Released: 1993 Artist: Wu-Tang Clan Genres: East Coast Hip-Hop, Old School Hip-Hop “Protect Ya Neck” is Wu-Tang's debut single. The track is featured on the group's debut album Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers. [Skit] Caller: "So, wha's up, man?" DJ: "Coolin', man." C: "Chillin' chilin'—yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?" DJ: "Why?" C: "Because, yo—I never, ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?" DJ: "Yeah." C: "You know what I wanna hear, right?" DJ: "Whatchu wanna hear?" C: "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint." DJ: "Wu-Tang again?" C: "Aw, yeah—again and again!" [Intro: RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya! (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) Protect ya neck, kid! (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) To set it off (Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid) The Inspectah Deck! [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hell-raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin' While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin' The Lone Ranger, code red, danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle You battle, you're sayin' "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Verse 2: Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won't smile Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your assets 'Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man 'Cause I grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh

808 Mafia is an American record production and songwriting team, founded by record producers Southside, TM88, and Lex Luger. Southside is currently at the helm of the group. The group also includes producers Young Miami, Fuse 100, Tarentino, Purps, Swede, Nonstop Da Hitman, MP808, among others. Genre: Hip hop trap Past members: Jaye Neutron; Lex Luger; Ken Carson; 16yrold; PVLACE

Album: Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang / Let Me Ride Released: 1992 Featured artist: Snoop Dogg Artist: Dr. Dre Genres: West Coast hip hop, R&B/Soul, Funk, Hip-Hop/Rap Nominations: Grammy Award for Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group Listen to “Nuthin' But A "G" Thang” from Dr. Dre: https://drdre.lnk.to/chronic ‘The Chronic’ is available now: http://interscope.com/thechronic Follow Dr. Dre: Instagram – https://www.instagram.com/drdre/ Twitter – https://twitter.com/drdre Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/DrDre Apple Music – https://apple.co/3WSU7oE Spotify - https://spoti.fi/3WUEFs6 Soundcloud – https://soundcloud.com/dr-dre-music #DrDre #TheChronic #NuthinButAGThang

Wu-tang clan’s “Protect Ya Neck” Released 30 years ago today #6ftundrgrnd #todayinhiphop #methodman #RZA #GZA #UGOD #ghostfacekillah #raekwon #olddirtybastard

This is the music video for players ball by OutKast with the original Christmas song for the audio instead of the remix version for the other music video on YouTube. I swear this was always the song for the music video, but just recently realized the music video has the remix version for the audio so I thought I’d posters for anyone looking for this version. In the first song that ever got OutKast any mainstream attention, the duo raps about a players ball they attend on Christmas Day. When the song started to move up the Billboard charts, it was modified so that it could maintain popularity even after Christmas season. It originally appeared on the La Face Family Christmas Album, and was also released on the duo’s debut album Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik. [Intro: Rico Wade] Man let me hit that You gon' pass that? Man, the scene was so thick Lowriders, '77 Sevilles, El Dogs Nothing but them 'Lacs All the players, all the hustlers I'm talking bout a black man heaven here, nahmsayin, yeah [Verse 1: André 3000] It's beginning to look a lot like, what? Follow my every step Take notes on how I crept I's bout to go in depth This is the way I creep my season, here's my ghetto rep I kept, to say the least no, no it can't cease So I begin to piece my two and two together Gots no snowy weather, have to find something to do better, bet I said subtract, so shut up that, nonsense about some silent night I gots it crunk, if it ain't real, ain't right I'm like no matter what the season Forever chill with Smith I sip my fifth, I chill with Wesson, got my reasons So tell me what did you expect You thought I'd break my neck, to help y'all deck the halls Oh naw, I got other means of celebrating I'm getting blizzard at HoJo, I got that hoochie waiting I made it through another year can't ask for nothing much more It's OutKast for the books I thought you knew so now you know, let's go [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day When the player's ball is happening, all day ery'day [Verse 2: Big Boi] Halle-lu-jah, halle-lu-jah Y'know I do some things more different than I used to 'Cause I'm a player, doing what the players do The package store was closed, okay my day is ruined This is ridiculous, I'm getting serious, I'm getting curious 'Cause the house is smelling stank, the chitlins old as bitches I made no wishes cause I'm mobbing folk niggas in the back Getting tipsy off the nog and high as hell off the contact smoke They having a smoke out in my back seat They passing herb rewinding verses 'cause it's in the air I hit the parks, I hit the cuts, I'm hitting switches 'Cause I'm switching from side to side looking for hoes and snitches I'm wide open on the freeway, my pager broke my vibe 'Cause a junkie is a junkie three-sixty-five It's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me Grab my pistol and my ounce see what them junkies gotta give me 'Cause it's like that, yeah Forever pimpin', never slippin', that's how it is [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day When the player's ball is happening, all day ery'day [Verse 3: Big Boi] Ain't no chimneys in the ghetto so I won't be hanging my socks on no chimney I'm full as a tick, fix me a plate, I got the remedy Some greens and that ham, not Don't need no ham hocks, don't play me like I'm smoking rocks I got the munchies, we got the Mary Jane in the Dungeon Just to let you niggas know in '93, that's how we coming So ho ho hoes, check my king-ass 'fro The gin and juice has got me tipsy so, um [Verse 4: André 3000] It goes, give me ten, and I'll serve you then, now we bend The corner in my Cadillac My heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat I'm leaning back, my elbow's out the window Coke, rum and indo fills my body, where's the party? We roll deep, we dip to Underground, see a lot of hoes around I spit my game while waiting countdown A five, fo', a three, two, here comes the one A new year has begun, P-Funk, spark another one [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day When the player's ball is happening, all day ery'day [Outro: Peaches] Here's a little something for the players out there hustling Getting down for theirs From East Point, College Park, Decatur, Da 'Briar You know, niggas worldwide Down, for theirs [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] All the players came from far and wide Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day When the player's ball is happening, all day ery'day All the players came from far and wide Produced By Organized Noize