Ali, Ali Filmography

• Scavenger Killers (2013)
• State Coroner (1997)
• G.P. (1989)
• Countdown Revolution (1989)
• Home and Away (1988)

• Ali - Udo Lindenberg
• Ali - Skank
• Ali - Proof
• Beast - Ali
• Rangli Si Rangli Raatein - Ali
• Walk Away (Bonus Track) - Ali
• St. Louis Alumni (bonus Track) - Ali
• Serious (Bonus Track) - Ali
• Red Hot Riplets - Ali
• Ore-Ore-O - Ali
• No. - Ali
• Intro - Ali
• I Got This - Ali
• Hurt - Ali
• Drop Top - Ali
• Down in da Water - Ali
• Crucial - Ali
• Cool As Hell - Ali
• Collection Plate - Ali
• Breathe In Breathe Out - Ali
• Boughetto - Ali
• Bitch - Ali
• Ali - Fighting Jacks

Ali ist ein Türkenjunge aus Hamburg,
hier geboren, doch wo gehört er eigentlich hin?
Dauernd gibt man ihm so’n Gefühl, als müßte er sagen,
entschuldigen Sie, daß ich geboren bin.
Ali trifft sein Mädchen in dunklen Läden,
sie nimmt ihn nie mit zu sich nach Haus,
sie sagt, mein Alter, mit dem kann man leider nicht reden,
der hat so Müllsprüche drauf, wie 'Kanacken raus!'
Und er denkt an das Land seiner Eltern,
das er nur von Bildern kennt
und vom Fernseh'n, das Land, das sein Vater
die echte Heimat nennt.
Istanbul, das Schwarze Meer,
am Bahnhof schaut er den Zügen hinterher,
doch wahrscheinlich in Ankara
hätt' er Heimweh nach Hamburg-Altona.
So hängt er mit den Gefühlen zwischen den Stühlen,
umgeben von Ghetto-Mauern, isoliert wie im Knast,
und trotzdem, Ali, ist das hier dein Zuhause,
Heimat ist einfach da, wo du Freunde hast,
egal, wo du herkommst, wo eins nur wichtig ist,

Ela entrou e eu estava ali
Ou será que fui eu que ali entrei
Sem sequer pedir
A menor licença?
Ela de batom caqui
Com os olhos olhava o quê?
Eu não sei
Olhos de águas vindas
De outros oceanos
Ela me olhou - Quem?
Quem sabe com ela
Eu teria as tardes
Que sempre me passaram
Como imagens, como invenção!
Se eu não posso ter
Fico imaginando
Ela amou o que estava ali
Ou será que foi dela o que eu já amei
Como os laços fixam
Uma residência?
Ela: Alô!?
E eu não reagi
Com os olhos olhava o que eu lembrei
Quando andava indo
Em outra direção
Ela me olhou - Vem!
Quem sabe com ela
Eu veria as tardes
Que sempre me faltaram
Como miragens, como ilusão!
Se eu não posso ver
Fico imaginando
Ela andou e eu fiquei ali
Ou será que fui eu que dali mudei
Com uns passos mudos
De uma reticência?
Ela me olhou bem
Quem sabe com ela
Eu teria achado
O que sempre me faltava
Cores, colagens, sons, emoção!
Se eu não posso ser Fico imaginando
Virá com ela que entrega
Virá, sim, assim virá que eu vi
Virá ou ela me espera
Virá, pois ela está ali

Morning comes slow today
Memories push through from yesterday
Where will I be tomorrow
What do I have to show
From my life
Stay
I need you here for a new day to break
Stay
I want you near like a shadow in my wake
Flow with life down the drain
Memories and force of will sustain
Where will I be tomorrow
What will be left to show
From my life
Stay
I need you here for a new day to break
Stay
I want you near like a shadow in my wake
It's the little things
Little things
Little things
That make the world
Stay
I need you here for a new day to break
Stay

It's the S, the T, the L, the O
And the U, the I, the S, St. Louis
Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin'
Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy
Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin'
Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy
When you least expect it, I watching every move
That you down packed, I'm city slick without the Lou
Hell yeah, I got some shit to prove
First of all I never left St.Louis, I took a piece of it wit' me
In '93, set up camp in ATL, I was 69in'
Before y'all cats started diamond minin'
'Cause the Freak Nick turned me out, I always knew that
Years later peace trees supplied the woo wat
Here comes another nigga from the MO, think I'm scared of the mic
For this I waited a long time, haters wanna block my shine
'Cause the way of my words are put together plus I'm still in my prime
Ray-mon, raised above the Lou, straight out the Westside
In the Guinness Book World's endless is where it's classified
Ali made it happen, gave me some shine
Trife dropped a track so I made up a rhyme
Jump in the lab chemistry a perfect blend
Created this vaccine like the medicine men
I'm 'bout to use you for the guinea pig
Oh in a matter of fact the side effects are real killin' the whack
Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin'
Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy
Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin'
Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy
Oh ain't it bad, I destroy the nerve, battle boy, natural high cap
Fuck, Donna in the CD, half in the tray me and Ray the boy
Triston, listenin' for flaws, analyzing all of y'all
Been in corners in the Grenada, we took it back troops
Suits, hittin' wells to loot, niggas can hoop
Jumpin' like the G Money, gimme my money
Poised off when he went to see, two honeys
I like that, change the CD it's hazmat
Signin' autographs, as we got gas
Tim Woodrow wit' dubs, on the low, showing love
Wit' one light, two young niggas in the club
Animal House natural fitteds, one leg girl, don' did it
Drop run to raw, the second, flo' wit' it
Paid still castle point, high lawn hazel wood
Er'where it's all good, as we
Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin'
Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy
Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin'
Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy
Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin'
Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy
Roll to the North side, chill on the Westside
Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Dodge the beast, we see 'em comin'
Fuck them, we ain't runnin', we all seventy
It's the S, the T, the L, the O

(Rangli Si Rangli Raatein Ujale Se Din Ho Jaane De
Duniya Ke Chote Mote Sapano Se Aage Jaane De) 2
Unchi Udaane Aa Ha Bharana Hum Jaane Aa Haan
Hum Hai Deewaane Aa Haan Hum Hi Sayaane Aa Haan
Hansi Khel Mein Paana Hai Toh Yaara Hamko De De
Naach Rabba Naach Rabba ..
(Jebon Mein Taare Saare Bhar Ke Dekhade
Chaand Hatake Wahan Khud Ko Bitha De) 2
Honto Se Baatein Jaan Chudaana
Baaton Ke Marham Jaan Lagaana
Soch Samajhake Roj Roj Ke Duniyawaale Soja Nede
Naach Rabba Naach Rabba ..
(Roke Hawa Ko Yaaron Hum Toh Ada Se
Maano Na Maano Yaari Apani Khuda Se) 2
Dil Se Hai Yaari, Yaari Hai Pyaari
Kal Ki Taiyaari, Kal Apani Baari
Ek Baar Tu Jaise Taise Apana Number Woh Anede
Naach Rabba Naach Rabba ..

* (Ali)
It was a late friday night hangin with my boys
Smokin blunts, you know whats kickin dust, makin that noise
When I saw her on the lot, at the veggie spot
Gotta go coolio, that means its gettin too hot
Oh no, thats when I peeped that she was gettin
out the rappity bad, pullen out reefer
How could this be all this lust from me
The other Tics hopped out and got on the other three, but not me
Look at baby girl, Look at baby girl
Look at the lips on baby girl, Look at the hips on baby girl
They hopped back in all phone numbered up
tellin me that baby girl said what up
I'm like ok, thats how you play
I know your man ma, we cant do it that way
(Nelly)
(Chorus x2)
You gotta man I gotta woman we cant do it that
Maybe we can sit chillen, talk to me
I'm tryin to sound vocal but so soon when I see
I hate to see you leave but I'd love to see you walk away
(Ali)
(dont walk away)
But I know, fuckin with you might make my mind blow
Where could this end up, where could it go
Nothin but trouble, heartache thats fo sho
And that aint it, man but that body so fit
That aint it, all this lust I wants to hit
But that aint it, feelin like I'm losin control
That aint it, all these blunts and these bottles of mo
But I can picture me and her in the moonlight
Poolside in my summer home doin it right
With the butler and the maid, come bring me a lemonade
Umbrella for the shade, cloey glass for the raise
As we blaze, your man a quarterback threw a into
Touchdown, outta town in the Ferrari Rennal
Watchin Leno on 81 inches of tv
Mr. France, oui oui
Slow down, baby
(Chorus x2)
(Ms. Toi)
Oh strict ones get down when this shits is down
Now I was shackin up with a busta, this is what I found
I'm cashin big checks, so I dont need you now
I'm a single rich chick and I'm about to clown
Check what I said when I told you gonna do your thang
My shit, fellin it now, watch it bang
I'm a thorough ass chick, so Ima walk away
I know you hate to see me leavin, but I cant stay

* Jewely, M.K., Penelope, Kujo, Mic Checker, Boogee Mann, Suga Chi,
King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West Stone, Goobee Thug & Fister
(Intro: Ali)
Check it out, my name is Ali
I roll with them Lunatics
You know us, know what I'm sayin'
But what you might not know
Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis
So we gon' do it like this
First up we got my man Jewely!!!
(Jewely)
Now what's a grand finale
If you ain't drinkin' grams in Cali? El Caminos on toners
Hotel Nico with Mona, weed from Pamona
And any ghetto catch this St. Louis nigga on the corner
My persona known to leave rappers in a coma
So faggotts stop the grinnin', them chrome rims reflect
The hate in your face as you see em spinnin'
MC's are screamin', "No mo' shoutouts" through nine innin's
I'm drama, like two baby mommas and one pendin'
This here rapper split up your vest, cause the shit I'm packin' Dawg'll
knock your heart out your chest
Rappers suffer from cardiac arrest
If I'm uncomfortable I dump a few
You niggas are actin' like, I won't send em to the afterlife
This is Judah Zor, a hard act to follow
Murderous clique nigga, known as desperado.
(Ali)
Up next, Hillsdale representative
My nigga M.K.!!!
(M.K.)
You knew what time it was soon as you stepped in the door
Bitches gigglin' and pointin', and whisperin', "There he go!"
Where he go? Me I be loungin' between the ice
Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right!
Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois
Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras
Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that
Dig the way that you think, them your partners?
Get them a drink, shit one bitch was strippin'
Cause she didn't get picked, but baby
We roll with time, it's only rippin' the six, trick
Minutes later nigga rollin' four deep
Them bitches tonguin' in the back
I'm gettin' some head up in the frontseat
She like, "I got this" you control the cockpit
While her partners in the back sixety-ninin' tradin' cock spit.
(Ali)
Up next, we got that hazel-eyed heartthrob
Miss Fo' Reel, Penelope!!!
(Penelope)
Hot like fire, makin' these niggas yearn
Don't be stressin' me dirty, you got shit to learn
How to keep these seven zeroes that's my only concern
Put a torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn
Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit
Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip
Don't make me put a lump on your lip
A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit
I want it all so give me it
Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch
More deadly than the venom that some anacondas spit
The Marilyn Monroe, of the ghetto
I'm a sucker for cornrows, niggas in Timbos hey
(I got old Timbos mama, let me, let me, can I hit that?)
Oh Lord, look nigga (C'mon mama let me hit that)
Get the fuck on out of my face talkin' all that
Old silly ass bullshit.
(Ali)
Up next, Kujo!!!
(Kujo)
Niggas hate me cause I'm nice in the game
And got a style priceless like ice in the chain
Aiyyo so who am I? I'm the best to ever spit
I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics
I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics
Cause they want me gone, been in the game too long
Here's how you want it, you come with guns nigga
We cock two, got work? I comp too
Block one, we pop two
For the love for my family, and my seed
Makin' sure them records live on, from now until infinity
I'm from the 34, live in 3D
Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm Figi
Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas sick of me
No matter what the fuck you faggotts do
You can't get rid of me.
(Ali)
Peace, to my cousin Trife, up next
The one and only Mic Checker!!!
(Mic Checker)
St. Louis, what you know bout high-grade we wastin' it?
What you know bout 76 pounds to break down in the basement?
What you know bout chances enough Air Course
Suitcases and pretty pictures out in Lambert Air Port?
What you know bout losin' count cause there's so many stacks?
How many niggas can say shit like this
But there's truth in the tracks?
What you know bout clicked up nigga? Out the country whilin'
How many you niggas done had pussy from the Virgin Islands?
What you know bout your broad beggin' to be my mama?
Lunatics and Skunk dick player up in Trulany
What you know bout mo' bail? We brolic like Brutis
Come for them, everyday and my clique's all exclusive
What you know bout Spanish Town? Amongst the gun clappers
Buff they penis soup head still on my red snapper.
(Ali)
One love to PL-Spin
Naw you know, up next Boogee Mann!!!
(Boogee Mann)
Well Mr. B-double-O-G what? M-A-double-N
I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend
Only if she a ten, then I slide right in
Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin'
Damn that's frightenin, so tuck your vest in
My lyrical Mack-10, spit flows that kill men
It's the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all y'all
We the ball til we fall or it's nothin' at all
So just warm up the water, cause we Blink like Trotter
Half-baked half slaughter, comin' like Vince Carter
How you want it head or cut? We in the back of the truck
Tryin' to see if baby girl can make me bust this nut
Cause I'm 24 inches above the gun creek
Get these hoes deep, so you pack yo heat.
(Ali)
What up Spud? Up next representin' V.I.P.
King Jacob and Suga Chi!!!
(Suga Chi)
Microphones I burn bitches to whom it may concern with this
Gotta learn this is to all my foes
Them baby mommas swervin' Neons and Geos
Cause they nigros to peep my steelo
In a ??? ready for war, suited and booted
Undisputed dame, been the same, in the game
Since my Tenants had fat laces, smack faces
With Tipsy (Ouch) intoxicated feel it bitch
You gettin' thrown out of clubs ever time you see me.
(King Jacob)
Uugh, everybody want to be street
Guaranteed they bring the most heat
And swear to God ain't nothin' sweet
I agree, but I also feel I ain't got to prove shit
To do it to them punk ass niggas from your click
I fuck hoes that be so thick, when I roll you know this
And them twenty inch chrome rims sit so sick
Motorola shit for communication, this is to aid my flows
Take over the whole nation.
(Ali)
Iceberg!!!
(Iceberg)
It's the nigga the player that keeps it duplicated
Or faded in no type of way, hate it if you like
But you can't stop us gettin' paid
Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop us in a place we stand
And then you have to worry bout your whole state
We made it now the legacy's forever more
Style be forever raw, heaven or hell
I'll stay forever S-T-L
Catch me down down baby, in a black Humvee
Comin' to get my fuckin' corner back for Nelly, (E.I.!)
My fuckin' record sales were barely, (Uh Ohhhhhhhhh!)
Now there's nothin' they can tell me
What I do is always too late, for the Louie
See how you fools respond to these bomb frees
Bigger Big Lee released all these beats
And everytime we do what's fuckin' million ???
And come to answer their question of how come I-C-E-B-G
Gon become part of this Alumni nigga
(Ali)
All the way from the Cle-Town we got my man E
Hella (Louie Town) Foundation!!!
(Foundation)
You never met a four, better with metaphors
Metal for whores, like Tiger's metal four
Shit, that's what I met her for, strictly city
Thick cliques mixed with Big Lee
Can't disturb, stand clap hands dance and swerve
For the spot where nobody else should fix a hand or word
E-Perior bless, since we all wreck mic checks
You guess me on, Midwest be songs, and testin' Jones
F with the best be gone, no quest-ion
School yard parties, fourty-four-four
Seventy West and East, don't get it F in streets
Style shows like sandals, pumps get handled
Dismantled, St. Louis is Tony Soprano
No two, heffers with blow poor, ghetto mo' gurr
Blow bolo get fooled around the clock.
(Ali)
Up next, we got two live MC's
My man Storm and his home' West Stone.
(Storm)
You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm
You want to jack him, but you won't got no luck with Storm
My dirty run with dirty niggas and he from St. Lou
Plus he know Kung-Fu, and he got guns too
That big dick dude, that flip kick fools like Tom Cruise
You don't wanna battle me dude you gon' lose
Hit you with one-two's, your lungs bruised
My foot in the butter so many crews call me doo-doo shoes.
(West Stone)
You know Stone is known to break them bones
Meet your chick and take her home
Get one chick and make her moan
And you wonder why these niggas hate the Stone
Broke their backs, when I wrote the raps
Nigga don't drink I'll smoke to that
Niggas hopin' that, I'll take a bow
Want to take my life? Better take it now
I'm still alive let me break it down
Turn this shit to the O.K. Corral
Get to blastin', whippin' asses
Forget that talk shit, I'm with the action
Want to make it hot? I'ma bring the heat
Ain't no nigga that can hang with me.
(Ali)
Up next we got Goobee Thug
The rhyme spitter!!!
(Goobee Thug)
We gon' get two seats recline and lean harder
X, smoke green, and buy the spring water
Y'all niggas polish your jewels to bling harder
I cock the fifth, y'all drop your shit
Type of nigga rob you to cop the whip
Catch me, on 23's with a boxter-twist
See the rocks twinkle twinkle right in front of your eyes
I shine brighter than the sun in the skies
Got a gun on my waist, got one in your eye
And I stays blowin' haze and that Chocolate Thai
Y'all smoke swag weed that's brown with seeds in it
I hustle from first to first through seasons
And you gotta accept this, I ball like the Celtics
A. Walker, shake you up
And I have Ted Foster to make you up.
(Ali)
Up next from the Rawkus Crew
My homeboy Fister!!!
(Fister)
I'm the man before time, move hands before time
Like Don Bluth I made The Land Before Time
Some MC's think they're nice, but not hardly
That's what they "Say Say Say" like Paul McArtney
And Michael Jackson, I cypher the action
To anyone who assists like John Packson
Who these kids think they is tryin' to act all wild
They temporary like members of Destiny's Child
I'm spottin' the top Feds, poppin' the hot lead
All in his pothead, makin' him drop dead
Call me Shanksoon, lyrically snatchin' your soul
Your squad's useless, like the right arm on Bob Dole
Behold, the manifold of a black Aristotle
Roadkillin' MC's, with my hand on the throttle
Smashin' em all, mashin' em all, bashin' em all

* Yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, check
Yeah, check
Verse 1:
Aiyyo how Nelly doing?
Kyjuan & Murph?
When's City get out?
Big Lee you still put in work?
Where yellow love & hurt?
Where you get that shirt?
The jeans & chains
How y'all change the game? (I don't know)
Where Slow get that mask?
Is that old school fast?
Is them D's?
What kind of wood is that on the dash?
Where three?
Do Jay use that MP3?
Man all these questions make me wanna empty three
Do you know Jigga, Snoop Dogg, Nas & 'Kiss?
Ask me about the Source Awards & I'm a plead the fifth
I'm sick of this
Whatever happened to Lee
How you be?
How you're mom & them?
Instead I'm in the Club Gem
Uh, mo'fuckers bumpin' until my cup
Got a truckload of demos aiyyo man hook me up
I'm still the same
Styles still resemble cocaine
I never change
I'm plain
But still I maintain
Chorus 2 Times:
Cause it ain't that serious
Mind your business
You ain't in this
Leave me alone
You'se an idiot
Point blank period
If you're hearing this
Please be gone
Verse 2:
Check, got hell hotsheets at the Shell
By this bitch Rochelle
She all about the mail
Look at her walk & tell
I often fell (God Damn)
Bought a fan from hell
Ended up smoking bullshit weed through a hole & it L (Yep)
U (Yep) N-A-T-I-C
That's the truth playboy ain't no lies in me
People pop quiz
I guess
That's just how it is
But they need to stay the fuck out of her & my biz
I'm stressed
From the groupie fest
Rest to less
Uplate upset
We gripping the S-S homeboy
Here they come ghetto tabloid
Hood rover reporters
Crackfaces with camcorders
I rather swim across the border
A Thousand sharks in the water
Piranha at the Grammies in a Honda
Or eat a porkchop
Y'all people need to stop
With all this gossip
I think my brain about to pop
Chorus 2 Times
How many songs y'all got?
What's the name of your block? (Eighty-Eight)
Where'd you get that good pot?
How you feel about the cop?
Do you eat meat? (No)
Did your cousin make this beat? (Yep)
What you got on your feet?
Are you respected in the streets?
How old are you?
Are you an MC Cannibal?
How far will the Rams go?
Why they call you Hannibal?
Why they call you Lesus?
Please could you lead us
Food for thought
Would you walk, talk & feed us?
How is heaven Junior?
Ash, Cache, Little Lisa, Bubbles, Jaki, Chanelle & Tre
King Real or Keith, Kelsey, Ariel
Kevon, Kam tight as they all knew they were swell
Shann like blow
Use your third to grow
This just a small lesson just to let you know
Fo' show & if the shoe fits wear it sucker
And if they shoot then you'se a nosy motherfucker

[Incomprehensible]Got shit 'coz I dare too much
Gimme, gimme, got shit 'coz I dare too much
Gimme, gimme, got shit 'coz I dare too much
Gimme, gimme
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm automatical, infatical, radical even
I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit ya believe in
I'm leavin' nothin' to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations
Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know when to play hard and when to play easy
Believe me, George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
I'm lappin' everybody can't tell if I'm first or last
It won't hurt ya ass, but it might hurt yo ass
To come trippin', find dirty got the perfect stash
The perfect gat, left in ya ass thought I would run
Laughin' at them niggaz who thought derrty was done
I'm a son of a G, I'm not a son of bitch
I'm makin' sure that my son and my sons gon' be rich
Daughters and my daughters in no particular order
I leave 'em layin' up out the water wit straps to protect they ball up
'Coz I call it
I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all
I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all
Baby girl, you sweeter than Kool-Aid, the red flavor
"Ooh that's my favorite", yeah I know my game is major
She gave me her card, she said I can page her
I was gon' wait a couple of days but I did her a favor
Call her now, invite myself awake the neighbors
Beatin' loud, swoopin' like a caped crusader
Without the cape, without the tights
Her baby daddy was the type to have a truck like mine
No beach rims, no door pipes
Of course that, I love her apple bottom short set
She got upset, I said she couldn't fire up a cigarette
Small brat, ain't used to cats wit short stacks
If you ask me for summin', drop her off where the porch at
I'm on a mission, turn the keys in the ignition
Beat steady, beatin' Tweeter steady whistlin'
She's seen my glisten, started to trip
Murph, she's all that and a bag of chips
I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all
I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all
Look, I want some mushu whether I'm in Cali or Cancun
No goin' out, I like to stay in my damn room, damn
She got a donkey-o, this must be a damn zoo, ooh
Look at the monkey yo, she must be a baboon!
Please don't feed me mama, I'm like an animal
Especially after 12, can you handle my stamina?
You won't believe the things I say when you walk by
My game cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high
Now ought I take you home but am I wrong
I'm a kid ma, you know I don't wanna be Home Alone
Plus I felt summin' therre when we was dancin' on that song
I like togetherness, can we all get along?
Can we all, get in my car and talk about it in the morn'
And make decisions when wake up and yawn
Come on, you can tell me if you like it or not
'Coz I'ma have my Kool-Aid and my riplets red hot
I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all
I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can dip
That's all
Yo, yo, them muthafuckas just too damn hot
Nigga like the pie in the window
Cross the gun line and even get shot to find the indo
Eatin' red hot, riplets promotin' passin' out snippets
Seen you walkin' wit the triplets, I'm clubbin' lookin' terrific
I need some Kool-Aid, shit I got to get it wit it
Put my spoon up in ya pitcher see if it fit up in it
And smoke for a second, and told her I'll wreck it
Told her groupie connection, got in the room and told her get naked
Told the Lunatics, told her how I reflect it
Lemme show you from the Show-Me, no talk fo sho respect it
And ya red hot butt and now ya say ya hearin' not
It's the rap Fred Flintstone, I makin' the Bed Rock
I give it to ya never failin' ya, handlin' business I'm tellin' ya
You ever need me again I'ma be through in on my celluar
And I'ma store y'all never on the red hot riplets and Kool-Aid

* (Ali)
C'mon, oooooooooooooooooooh, no, yo
(Just the north, south, east, west coast and us)
Hey, uh, it's Lee I'm amazin', original Asian
Lime blazin' hatin'll get you nowhere, but get me
Hotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustion
My temperature's raisin', nigga for days and days
Minutes I was just I been waitin'
From a shine, to reduce your regrimes
Dimes to raisins, you talkin'
Me? Naw naw player I'm sparklin'
Straight up parkin', hoppin' out with a Eagle barkin'
(Pop pop) Money, my car chop chop
Hot spot for the jewels, man I'm keepin' the Glock
You might get popped, I'm good ain't no duckin' the dot
2000 number J truck mansion and yacht (Ooooh!)
I say like uh uh (Ooooh!) I say like uh uh
Should let you know, I'ma bring it really raw
It be like pat-b-b-b-b-b pat-b-b-b-b-b really raw
Come again now
(Chorus: Ali)
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
If you real, let me hear you say
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
If you all about your paper then you say
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
If you real, let me hear you say
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
(Just the north, south, east, west coast and us)
(Ali)
I need a trillion dollars for every breath I take
For heaven's sake, just to keep righteous food on my plate
And I'm gon' get it, whether it be rap-rockin' if not
It's back to crack-poppin' out the back of the barbershop
No holds barred, back streets to boulevards
Gain way, throwin' house parties in the PJ's
Cars square village, love joy lane
Buddha 88 man it's still the same
I can't complain, I know niggas that lost they brain
Got they chest removed, straight vestibules
Don't test a fool, who ain't got shit to lose
That ain't cool, now he gotta rep off of you
That's why I stay to myself, stay alive and teach
Puff that oohwee and keep the snub-nose in reach
I ain't a thug, so nigga I ain't gon' start that now
I'm Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound
(Chorus: Ali)
(Ali)
You want to feel made? Roll with me for a day
Excursion weight, absolutely splurgin' way
Okay first, my team a hundred deep at least
Respected highly on the street
Cause we don't start no beef, in the club
Murphy suede, human grenade
And some handmade, hide the haze
Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted
E'er word I speak I'm in it
Hip hop; we in it, from now until infinite
We like ten foster kids bringin' daddy business
We turn the heat up to Tae-Bo in the club we post the Guinness
We had the guard spook one of my gods then broke loose
Had to buck a clown, too much Crown with no juice
Icy noose, bluey suit outside cute
Inside room ugly as a pea-green suit with ruffles
We fold up chairs in a tussle
Outside we gon' put somethin' harder than muscles
(Chorus: Ali)
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o

Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that
Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
This bank I get style we all that
To the back we all that to the back
Red or blue new wall cap
Pause that bull shit you talking bout
Before the people start walkin out
If you please we succeed regardless
Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist
Longevity like the Beegee's
Please be aware we don't care, do you like us?
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school right under the bleachers
A wild little bity doin' lunatic rules
To this day they be like lunatic rules
I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it
You cats stay in the back doin' too much frontin'
See you hate us like to take risk son of a bitch
I really disc jockeys at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard that shit
School boy 5'9 receive the hairlines and halfway rich
I'm gon' run niggas out of town
Naw fuck y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown
Royal, blue jack right at the door
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car?
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
Swervin', excursion limited fo 12's
Fo' amps don't know what my limit is
I've been packin' 22's like emmitt did
I've been po' before know what a limit is
New engine new paint ain't them D's spinnin'
Love rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo' limits
Drom tops cuttys on 4's
No love fo hoes change them like clothes
Hit 'em like switches then I pass them on
We all know dats how the game should go
We all know most of us love the same hoes
Like Carla the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the other side of college encarta
For starters I know both y'all smash
I didn't get no ass so I had to ask, she said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature goin' down
Yep that's him he come to make his rounds
Tell him how it feel ten mill skin found
Beta not continue I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit rounds
Don't know what to call me I can think of some nouns
Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, free city
My G's getting depp like P. Diddy
I'm feelin' like B round looking for my whitney
Heel I'd take a cidney if the stash is right
Cocked fo legged and her pants is tight
It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
First class flight to Nellyville
So how it feel doin' sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay?
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no
Uh oh, north side one time let me here ya, uh oh
South side one time let me here ya, uh oh
East side on time let me here ya, uh oh
West side on time let me here ya, uh oh
What, that's why man yo breath smell like shit
If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga
She libel to kill some motherfucker
Man if yo momma's eyebrows look the way yo's do
It look like a caterpillar layin' on her fo'head

Yo, my name is Taquell a.k.a Baby Poppa
I told ya I know Ali, y'all thought I was playin'
I told yall I know the Lunatics
Leezy, Nelly, Spud, Murph and Kyjuan man
I know all of em since '99
Before Country Grammar before the Free City album
And now, Big Lee got that Heavy Starch out in the streets
It's over fo' real
Now next time Baby Poppa tell you somethin' you better listen
So keep your ears open 'cuz it's Ali, Heavy Starch let's go
Yo, Ali, Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Say it again
Heavy Starch
Do it like we do Heavy Starch, Big Lee
Big Leezy fo sheezie with Heavy Starcheezy
What's up, Ali?
Hey Ali Heavy Starch
Peace to Ali comin' from Son keepin' it real, luv
Yo, what's up, Ali?
Shouts out to Big Lee, yea
Heavy Starch
What's up, Ali?
Heavy Starch
Big Leezy with the Heavy Starch
What's crack a lackin' Heavy Starch?
Heavy Starch
What's up, Ali?
Heavy Starch
Hi Ali! Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch, Big Lee
Big Lee Heavy Starch, Heavy, Heavy, Heavy Starch hahaha one luv
Right on, Ali
Right on, Heavy Starch
Ali, Heavy Starch

* [Intro]
Yo, let me take all this jewelry off, hold on, hold on
I'm about to take it to the street
(Go get Nelly, go get Murph, Kyjuan, all them, lets go bring 'em here)
Turn me up in the headphones too, cus I'm here (Heavy Starch)
(I'm about to press this shit)
Yo, go tell them, run and tell them Ali coming
I said bring me along, bring me along, bring me along, Ali is coming (Whoa, Hang)
Bring me along, bring me along, bring me along, Ali is coming (Whoa, Hang)
[Verse 1]
How many mill' must we sell before they respect the 'L
And realize it ain't for us, it's all for Lavell
Pass that so I can educate the uneducated
And stress the fact it's self-braided, we finally made it
Went from buying pound, from Mr. Down-Down Baby
Playing it cool, fan duckin' click-crack-crazy
Getting the crack daily, pay me
My tree in life was precise to a swisher in the light (whoa, hang)
Boy get it right before I go left, baseline pay off the ref
Technical fire were fucking Chillida to death
Its from the studio, then right to the block, I writer's block
Cus everything I right for the block, is right from the block
Pokemon riffle in glock, bumble be socked
Orange Juice in my pocket in case I swallow my rocks
I did my hustle y'all, we a bad mother fucker y'all
'Tic nigga respect that, where the boys at?
[Chorus]
Dirty I Got This
Round and Round and… Dirty drop the beat, go round and watch this beat go
Round and Round and… Dirty let the beat go
Dirty I Got This
Round and Round and… Dirty let the beat, go around and watch this beat go
Round and Round and… Dirty let the beat go round
[Verse 2]
Now when it comes to rapping and going platinum
Our have to get it like Osama Bin Laden walking the streets of Manhattan
Give me them sheets to say Patented and you biting these Tims and fat laces
It won't happen, I'll let you slide with the jersey backwards; I back words
Rap verb, and if I had more time
I'd show you how to turn that half to a bird
Lead the new, leave the Hannibal hectic off the meter
And you non-believers, you're wrong for that like Cita
The black Einstein ruled the war never a kind line
catch up like Heinz cus he owns a rhyme
I'm real listed, On the real list I'm listed
Really listen, cus this is for those that really listen
Really listening for competition
MC's is mixing like it's the source awards
Should knight go in the door
Big 8 for the track rap javelin hurdle hops
I write in hotels before shows trailers and tow-toppers
[Chorus]
(Still coming with it, I'm an addict y'all,
still at it! Check It Out, Check It, Check It)
I'm still at it, I'll give it to an addict who's had it
Still got it yours need fluffing this manic
I rhyme graphic heavily tattered shots to ram bank
He'll back small 6-9 erratic
In a automatic pumping jigga 22-2
Sitting on 22's but the spiral 22-2
Shot with the Rubes in the desert and that 22-2
This is 139, almost 22-2 (whoa hang)
Got home the Rams was up 22-2
Interception about Halloway he wear 22
Minnie on my phone like hook me up with Nelly
Ali, please dawg, I'm 22-2
I like them classy 23's with they back out
Classic ESPN say 23 back out
When over I guess I bring them 23's back out
And that 22-2 with 3 in it's so pimped out
[Chorus]
Dirty drop the beat, go round and watch this beat go
Dirty let the beat go
Dirty drop the beat, go round and watch this beat go
Dirty let the beat go
I said bring me along, bring me along
bring me along, Ali is coming (Whoa, Hang)
Bring me along, bring me along

Sara ganeun iyuga geude igieye
Na mameul damaseo,
Hana doolshik dameun aryeonhan
Gieokdeuri jeonhaejigireul.
Naega georeun
igil geu ggeuteseo manna,
heorok dwen i girae.
Daman neol saranghago,
deo saranghan na bakke,
namji anhattneunde.
Nae sarangi,
da tago nameun geon,
gidarida jichin sangcheo bbuninde.
Neoran saram,
itji mothaneun najahna,
nunmulman heure jahna.
Nae sarangi,
da ssitgyeo beorimyeon,
eoneu sae geuriwoon sangcheoman namaseo.
Jal jinaeraneun mal,
ajik namaseo,
itji mothae geudae.
Haneul haneul jineun,
ggeot ipeul ddaraga,
Geudaereul mannamyeon.
Ijen da malhalttende,
deo geuriweo geuriweo,
itji mothaetago.
Nae sarangi,
da tago nameun geon,
gidarida jichin sangcheo bbuninde.
Neoran saram,
itji mothaneun najahna,
nunmulman heure jahna.
Nae sarangi,
da ssitgyeo beorimyeon,
eoneu sae geuriwoon sangcheoman namaseo.
Jal jinaeraneun mal,
ajik namaseo,
itji mothae geudae.
La la la la la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la la la la,

Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Rollin' in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Yo, I'ma sucka for head wraps, no perms, just naps
Long shirt, fat ass, wit a brain to match
No poke, no soda, no talkin' back, grabbin' 'em out of college
I'm wisdom lookin' for knowledge, who got it
I got it, I love it when you get that Zippendale in ya body
And shakin' ya la-de-da-de, in the party
Gon' shawty, now throw it on me naughty
And if both of y'all together, I'm in the center like Jahadi
And I like that, plus the both of y'all so fine
Why should I bite back, I'm just waistin' my lines
And havin' time after time, I'm just speakin' my mind
It don't matter if I'm in the range, or the Benz I'ma shine
Now ask, who that is, walkin' and talkin' that bull stuff
Somebody probably jealous 'cause they truck pulled up
Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Check, check, well I got no love for losin'
Never been full of hate, no love for Uzi's
Wahchin' me again and again, like favorite movies
MC's wit brains, obsessed wit oochie-coochie
I got more flavor than them, motherfucker
You other facts of life acts too no but, no drink, I gets very moody
I guess that why, I'm in love wit bud just like brew
Truly yours, see my concert be too packed, just like Shakur
What's in store, I'ma let jet like Acu-ra
Gas pedal hit the floor, zoom like the Camadors
See I'm your, lunatic for hire
A will call them MC's out like a bad umpire you're outta here
I snap neck, like a T roll before we retire
Oh Jim Carrey ass nigga, quit being a liar, liar
Am I gon' sweat that, hell naw, I'm gon' go
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Now for real, I be to break 'em off
Hoe hopper, trick knocker, nobody does like we do each proper
Think he like papa, when I drop her
Lyin' on that ass now we fuckin' 'til the beat don't stop her
Could it be I move too smooth, groove
That'll make the whole party move
Spots I keep 'em hot, so honey be hot to try
Pull up on the lot, black gloves and a Glock
My crew stand up, y'all crew catch rounds
Desert EG, 4 pound, it's got to, go down
Should I sweat that, hell naw I'm gon' go
Out the do', to the ride, and just roll
Uh, Ali, Ali, keep rollin'
St. Lunatics, keep rollin'
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats
Rollin' in a drop top, ol' school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats

Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper
Silk headliner, ain't No Limit to how I shock ya
All chrome dated, they superb when I drop her
All these haters, they superb when I cock the
Nah I ain't gon' tell ya, I keep that to myself
But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself
Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland
Where they might shoot you up, it's not your heart layin'
Wayyy down in da water
Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me"
And uh, you need to show me what you talkin' about
What all that gawkin' about, or you just runnin' your mouth
I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I
The hump back girls with thighs
Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein' thick
Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit, I stay
Wayyy down in da water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi
Ready to put that ass in order
(Shh, keep it quiet now)
Wayyy down in da water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi
Ready to put that ass in order
Yo, check, yo
You gettin' close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks
So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank
Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon
'Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons
Then we, flood the streets, oh how they, lovin' me
Come through in the Buick sittin' so, lovely
We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas
Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob
I'm natural wit it, supreme actual factual wit it
I got them gats you got to get it
You and them cats got to get it, get it
I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited
Run for cover, somebody call up the Guinness
Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin' tremendous
Dirty we big truckin' with weapons of mass destruction
It's the muddy St Louis, get to it, cash is nothin', it go
Wayyy down in da water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi
Ready to put that ass in order
(Shh, keep it quiet now)
Wayyy down in da water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi
Ready to put that ass in order
Yo, I'm from the land of kick do's
Where niggaz come through your window with pistols
Like Bruh Man off the fifth flo'
See the way the wrist glow, sick flow
Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco
Hood crime highly infested
Check your rap, rock and pop stations, Gube Thug, highly requested
And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' Tucker
In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker
And the game from the veterans, righteous bars
I'm in it for longevity, stripes and stars
And the world might change if ever I quit blessin' it
Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament
I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon
Shot hoops in size 10, it's just Jordan
Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells
Might, catch me hoppin' outta the truck, blowin' the L, we yellin'
Wayyy down in da water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi
Ready to put that ass in order
(Shh, keep it quiet now)
Wayyy down in da water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi
Ready to put that ass in order
We stay, wayyy down in da water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi
Ready to put that ass in order
(Shh, keep it quiet now)
Wayyy down in da water, yeah
Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi

I've waited hours for this, I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought that this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me
Just try to see in the dark, just try to make it work
To feel the fear before you're here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out, hold my breath and wait until I shake
But if I had your faith
Then I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dream
I've waited hours for this, I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed asleep today
I never thought that this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me
But if I had your face
Then I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dream
But if I had your face
Then I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure

(Chorus 2x)
(Murphy Lee)
Ay yo we hard-hittin always been cool as hell
(Ali)
I got them trees in my mirror so my car won't smell
(Kyjuan)
Sittin round the house gettin blowed watchin the tube
(Nelly)
Er-errything in my garage got on shoes
(Murphy Lee)
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee the Beny Whipper
I got the one wit the deez on it
Only reason I got it 'cause he didn't want it
5'9" fresh off the sideline with high rise
First Polo shine off the cover like a high time
(Ali)
It's like I wake up an' it's pourin'
Ladies was on us like Sean John
Rims, Timbs, and them Slims with the green
I don't chill I mantain, sip the pain struggle bottle
Chiefin', You know gettin head from a model
(Kyjuan)
I'm only gon' do what Kyjuan gon' do
Let's paint the Cutty blue
'72 lookin brand new on 20 inch shoes
7 inch greens big jeans I'm chiefin the green
Feelin like +Andre and Big Boi+ +So Fresh, So clean+
(Nelly)
I tell ya we gon make it happen while you look to the sky
It's the N-E-smoke to-L's dont ask me-Y
4-42 on the lyin don't pass me by
Paint like onions make a grown man cry
(Chorus 2x)
(Murphy Lee)
Ay yo my money like a Black Man March
Jeans Baggy and Starched
Vokal Sweater matchin the leather
In my third car not braggin
I'm just workin and saggin and laughin
That you haters that said it couldn't happen
It's goin down-down, shit's official like referees
It consits of Labade with more Bills than Bellamy
You tellin me you're cooler than me cooler than me
Dirty Murphy Lee negative a hundred degrees
(Ali)
Foot on the Prowler you bail
Most of my heros don't appear on no stem
They came on the hemp and tryna put a clamp on this rap game
Baby girl where you goin whats happenin
You hop game picture perfect platinum frame
2 seater black seniorita face and flame
I'm in the G-shop khaki shorts, K-swiss
College Boy, in the winter rock courdordary
(Kyjuan)
Interior so cocaine white I get popped from fiends
3 phosgate 12's never pull up quiet like Mr. Bean
Know what I mean, Tic's on the team, post it up like Kareem
And got to put my hand on my chin to floss my rings
Ain't no K-weezy, has to cock like ada-beezy, spin be easy
Oogin oh, holdin it down believe me
It's feezy's of the heezy, We be in somebody's basement beats by Jason
And Gran call me Chris and Jason
(Nelly)
You see that '88 SS Monte Carlo
Power locks and doors got to watch the road
Got a hundred forty four spoke down in the block hoes
Down the top goes I live a cost and pose
Cocked and 4 doors keep me costin hoes
Costin shows in my pockets costs is swole
Leavin Mosac in the club and in the hospital
Obstacles, jumpin over like starter fo gold
You know we...
(Chorus 2x)
(Murphy Lee)
It's like a movie especially when I move the E-S
Three-twenty with the espio ki's
Young Dude doin 90 and sported by police
We bread paint leather ravioli
(Ali)
Banana Republic the public gon love it
Still it downloadin and dubbin boo leggin is rugged
Wag it and dirty I'm with my dirty in the Bentley
Allah sent me to save souls don't tempt me I'm simply... (Cool as hell)
(Kyjuan)
On the playstation got the room smellin amazin
What we blaze in purple haze taste and time wastin
Take cats out the hood, I take em' on a vacation
City to city, wake up with somethin pretty wit tig ol' bitties
(Nelly)
That nigga named Nel be cold as hell
Straight out the muthafuckin' STL
Chronic smoke inhale then exhale
Donuts an fishtails in the black CL
'cause we...
(Chorus 2x)
(Nelly)
WOOOOO!

(Nelly) Hey! What it look like out therr Deacon?
(Ali) It's packed right, it's packed
(Nelly) It's packed?
(Ali) You gonna hit dis right herre?
(Nelly) Yeah let me hit da brother
(Ali) Aw, Reverand
(Nelly) That's what I'm talkin bout
Is saw a few ballas come in earlier, they still herre?
(Ali) Yeah, that's jury, that's jury alright!
Look at erybody, Rev
(Nelly) I need these funds
Shit! Someone cue the Goddamn choir boy
(Murphy Lee)(Hook)
Don't eat sodium nitrate on my sodium glutamen
(Ali)
This is Dynamite Deacon Do-bad
Comin live from the church of Angels Dey Ain't
Starrin' Hustlin' Reverand Sufferin'
Mighta turn out funds
We got Past Da Blunt Around
And we got dat Goddamn choir boy
But right now the Reverand gon' come
and explain to you da bind of funds and happenin'
(Nelly)(Hook 2)
Messin up my Rev
(Nelly)
Yes yes Deacon
Todays funds are being raised for a worthy cause (worth-worth-worthy cause)
Its to help little Ikey Jr., he 5 friends short of his quarter bird
And we can not allow dat in the church of Angels Dey Ain't
So werr herre to help no doubt brotha
(Ali) Hold, hold hold on Reverand, hold on Reverand
(Nelly) Sorr', I'm being interrupted
(Ali) We need to pause for a second, pause for the choir
(Nelly) For the Choir?
(Ali) For the choir, for the choir Reverand
(Nelly) For the choir, let the choir sing
Mmmmmmaaaaaaaa
(Nelly)(Chorus)
Hey, before I start my sermon today
Well, shit, I mean, I mean, I mean you know
I'd like to take dis time and pass around( pass around my brother)
The Collection Plate
(That muthafucka)My favorite part of the session, bro( I'm wit ya brother)
remember brothers and sisters.....REMEMBAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
DIG DEEP!!!
(Murphy Lee)(Hook)
Don't eat sodium nitrate on my sodium glutamen
(Ali)
Ay yo, please 'llow me to confuse da shit out all y'all for a minute(ha ha)
Now, had ya listenin' to
You really listenin' to the
Lord listenin' cause the
Lord got ya listenin' wit yo' listenin'
Cause you listenin to the Lord so hard
So you listenin' righta
(Nelly)
What the fuck did he say?
(Nelly)(Hook 2)
(Nelly)
As I dust off my powder blue Gators
As I call mister c-walikin my crooked ass down the hall
I noticed dat we passed the Collection Plate around one time
And we seem to be a little short
But we not gon' dwell on dat, we gon' take time out to listen to da choir
Let da choir sing......
(Nelly)(Chorus)
(Murphy Lee)(Hook)
(Ali)
Allow me to come back and confuse the shit out yal some mo'
Now how you feelin' right now?
You ain't really feelin'
The Lord feelin' it
You feelin' it cause the Lord,the Lord say you feelin' it
So you feelin' it
(Nelly)
Shut the fuck up
(Nelly)(Hook 2)
(Nelly)
And allow me, Husstlin' Reverand Sufferin'
To introduce you to the brotha whose wanna turn our funds tonight
Pass The Blunt Around a.k.a Tresure a lil' stuff a lil'
Treasure, how the hell we lookin dirrty?
(Kyjuan)
Well, considerin our 85% Rev(oh fo sho')
Brotha Ikey is still a lil short(oh shit)
It's fine, we still got time
(Nelly)
We still got time
(Ali)
Brothas
Let us bow our head for the choir
(Nelly)
Let the choir sing
(Nelly)(Chorus)
(Ali)
It was a great show y'all (yes)
We gotta go (yes brotha)
Before we go, we gotta, pay homage to our woderful band (wonderful band)
You gotta give up for, Hell Raiser!!!!!!
(Nelly)
Hell Raiser, ha ha yes yes
(Ali and Nelly---talks faintly in the back)
(Nelly)(Hook 2)
(Murphy Lee)(Hook)x3
(Nelly)
What the fuck is goin' on?
Someone choke the Goddamn choir boy
Choir boy, shut the fuck up
(Nelly and Ali----talk faintly in the back)
(Nelly)
I forgot what the hell I was gon' say

[Ali]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
[Chorus:]
Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)
Do the chickenhead go on let it out
Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)
Put ya back in and let ya knees bend
Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)
Do the monastery go on let it out
Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)
Put ya back out and let ya knees bend
[Verse: Ali]
Somebody move, nobody get hurt
This is official, man, only dance flo' experts
And party animals and me being a rhyme cannibal
Flamable Hannibal while it's bangin' it's understandable
Now back to somebody movin' nobody get hurt
My intentions on this one is the party wait up fa' sho
Now go to work and do the chicken (buh kah)
Do the chicken, and once you do it's cookin'
Believe me dirty it's kickin' through the door
Throwback Vokal valore
I see me a do it fresh off tour, head to the floor
Take it round, round, chickenhead breakin' it down
Created by my town the monastery is found
Or the Casino like Nino, I'm that nigga can see low
Prob' movin' all black, white, la-latino
There will be no extra space to waste
Pick up the pace, see your heart rate
And if you start to hyperventilate
[Chorus]
[Verse: Ali]
Right now, I hope you wit me
I'm a Wizard like Chris Whitney
When doin' it law breakin' the people won't come get me
First, ladies put ya drink by ya purse
Fellas tuck in ya shirt and put in biblical words
Sayin', ladies get ya dip right and ya hip right
Fellas ya betta find that and get behind that
Third, you can do it, shaken or stirred
Slow up per word and flap like a bird
Fo, do it some mo', five, make sure it's live
Six, ladies and fellas here we go now, SWING!
Seven, laid back like you lookin' for heaven
Let ya body preach like we in church and you the reverend
Eight, if you made it this far, dirty you straight
If not, you better practice and get it fo' it's too late
Nine, is this the time to prepare for the dime?
Ten: start all over again!
[Chorus]
[Verse: Nelly]
Yo, who got that, that fire?
That fire, I can't lie a'
I need that, that fire
Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)
Pass me that, that fire
That fire, I can't lie a'
I'm gon' off, that fire
Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)
[Ali]
It's like that party feel, 'Cris and Bakardi appeal
Fo' real nobody killin', so what, like a naughty wheel
Like Pac say, I got mine, gotta get yours
Take it lower than ya did before, control the floor
You can be county or city, ugly or pretty
Don't trust the tig ol' bitties, only do five to fifty
Now breathe in, breathe out
If ya got it goin' then show me what you about

Uh uh, Ali and Murphey
Uh uh, School Boy with the College Boy
And ah, and ah
Ali and Murphey is bourgeois baby
If it ain't ghetto it don't move me baby
Got a lake, a pool and a ja'causezi baby
But it's still McDonald's and a movie baby
That's so crazy
Check
I'm at the bar, industry party, caviar
Denim suits, superstar, Cigarello cigars
Spittin bars to this footer in stilettoes
She boughetto, that mean she bourgeois and ghetto
Bourgeois 'cause her shoes alone cost a grand
Ghetto 'cause she cuss too much and talk with her hands
She say she don't fuck wit rap since Mase got saved
But baby got back like mace got spray
You know the bourgeois type, ass boombastic
Mabelline queen, titties all plastic
Niggaz front with they tank on empty
Pay cash for e'rythang 'cause the top off her Bentley
I roll the truck slow, the gasI ease on it
I got a trailer on the back, four-wheeler with D's on it
Got the leather with the G's on it, gangsta gangsta
Gotta get it get it good and
Ali and Murphey is bourgeois baby
If it ain't ghetto it don't move me baby
Got a lake, a pool and a ja'causezi baby
But it's still McDonald's and a movie baby
That's so crazy
If you got an expensive weave - That's boughetto
Spend six hundred on weed - That's boughetto
Benz while ya sittin on D's - That's boughetto
Tell em what's boughetto - Bourgeois and ghetto
Yo Murph' is bourgeois - School boyghetto
What more can I say? I'm boughetto
Aiyyo I'm beautif-hetto, that's beautiful and ghetto
I got plenty war stories, plenty hood medals
Did alotta wrong with alotta good fellows
But I got my shit together (Hello!)
I took my hustlin ways from them scufflin days
To eight million copies on my resume
I moved right out the hood, 'cause I don't like the hood
I tell all my people to think twice in the hood
The policeman they don't even like us
'Cause they got Spud in Booneville, 'Trelle up in Riker's
And I just like what the money can get
A little head e'ry now and then so honey can spit
Chrome tips, a hundred an forty four of them shits
And a big ass crib 'cause
Ali and Murphey is bourgeois baby
If it ain't ghetto it don't move me baby
Got a lake, a pool and a ja'causezi baby
But it's still McDonald's and a movie baby
That's so crazy
If you got an expensive weave - That's boughetto
Spend six hundred on weed - That's boughetto
Benz while ya sittin on D's - That's boughetto
Tell em what's boughetto - Bourgeois and ghetto
A boughetto pimp juice and I know it cause I come to party
Late, smellin like weed, no matter who throw it
I'm in the curl cap, didn't get paid but done a rap
Dem ain't Rolex diamonds - what the fuck you done to that?
Throwin trash out the Benz on the highway
But the old school still spillin all in the driveway
And if it stop, never a towtruck pull me home
Fuckin I keep the socks, had the jewelry on
I'm like a pimp in the 80's, a Reverend Run
Preachin it to em, gassin em up like Chev-e-ron
Got the D's the beeps and the televis-ion
And my Sprint (Brrrrr ) like a boughetto telethon
But I'm bourgeois forever 'cause I got it to spend it
Ghett-o, put rims on the car that I rented
Trump money, but it's still the motel and Kyjuan
And Slo and Nelly and
Ali and Murphey is bourgeois baby
If it ain't ghetto it don't move me baby
Got a lake, a pool and a ja'causezi baby
But it's still McDonald's and a movie baby
That's so crazy
If you got an expensive weave - That's boughetto
Spend six hundred on weed - That's boughetto
Benz while ya sittin on D's - That's boughetto
Tell em what's boughetto - Bourgeois and ghetto
Ali and Murphey is
Bourgeois baby Bourgeois baby
Bourgeois baby Bourgeois baby
Ali and Murphey is bourgeois baby
That's boughetto bourgeois baby
That's boughetto bourgeois baby

* [Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now is you bout it or just talking if so then you'se a bitch
Got to get up & make it happen if not then you'se a bitch
Complaining & whining dirty you sounding like a bitch
If it look like, talk like it must be a bitch
[Verse 1]
I came with Phil niggas with war wounds, true alivers
I love Destiny but they ain't got nothin' on this survivin'
Fuck Christmas, fuck wishin'
Listen roaches just missin'
Hatin' school cause they dissin'
Sleeping in the kitchen
You need at least one parent on drugs to fill half our struggle
This ain't pain it's muscle
Stand up, Mase ain't a hustle
Lil' nigga I was gettin' wet
Young threat
Too much of a cat
For a McDonald headset
Mama havin' breakdowns, Keisha got cancer
Poor, no insurance, I'm thinking crime is the answer
I guess Dancer, Donald & Prancer & the Blizzard
Don't visit the place where life ain't so exquisite
Is it hardly working cause it ain't working hard
We hardly had a car
Now I got a car & a harley
Reflecting on this smoking, (Singing: I shot the Sheriff) bumpin' Bob Marley
Thinking damn life a bitch but I'm glad I ain't one
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Stand up on your own don't live off another nigga
Don't be like D-2 Dirty & straight eat off another nigga
Gonna ahead & do your thing
Without disrespecting the game
You a bitch & you know it
Pull up your skirt & let me show it
Spoiled brat bum
Took balls & bats from
Your type
Matter of fact you a bitch I took your bike
Complaining & whining
I went from the buildings to shining
Fifty city tours
Velour
Minks & blue diamonds
Twenty-two's on wild bodies
Errnight a party
Kickin' it with bitches wit' lil' waists & wide bodies
I know niggas with no future that still went to college
Now they lawyers & doctors
Mixing it in with street knowledge
Used to polish
Adias back when rap was only in Hollis
Stacey Adams & golf clubs your crew I demolish
Out the Impala
Sun roof yellin' ain't nobody hotter
You a bitch I got to explode you
Dirty, I got her

Why do you wait
For the sun to dry your eyes
When you lie you can't see
Exhaust fumes make you
Numb, sleep, run
A leaf in the highway wind
You will show yourself
He will know yourself
You don't know if you get tomorrow
Feelings, show me why you care-Avoid the subject