'Ahmad' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

The Desert Fish (2013)

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Genres: Drama,

Actors Maryam Ghorbankarimi (editor), Habibollah Kasehsaz (producer), Mohammad Ghorbankarimi (director), Mohammad Ghorbankarimi (writer), Mohammad Ghorbankarimi (producer), Alexander Gorelick (writer), Mohsen Hosseini (actor), Ronak Yoonesi (actress), Mohsen Kasehsaz (producer), Iman Afshar (actor), Mohammad Ehteshamzadeh (producer), Ayoub Afshar (actor), Bahram Pournaseh (composer), Nassim Azadi (costume designer),

Yearning (2012)

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Genres: Drama, Short,

Actors Eva Daoud (director), Eva Daoud (writer), Eva Daoud (producer), Ahmed Elbendary (editor), Adnan Abu Al-Shamat (actor), Lama Ibrahim (actor), Bassim Mognieh (actor), Omar Rahal (miscellaneous crew), Ruba al Halabi (actor), Ali al Ibrahim (actor), Yazan Deeb (actor), Fadi Sbeih (actor), Maan Khalifah (composer),

Khaleej Ayla (2011)

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Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Short,

Actors Kiran Pallegadda (editor), Mo Twine (writer), Mo Twine (director), Jason Golday (composer), Mona Shehabi (miscellaneous crew), Mamdooh Jude'E Hammad (actor), Mazen Abu Abdullah (actor), Tima Shomali (producer), Yazan Abu Abdullah (actor), Ahmad Al-Darawsheh (actor), Mohammad Al-Darawsheh (actor), Sami Al-Darawsheh (actor),

Malal (2010)

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Genres: Drama, Family, Romance, Short,

Actors Chris Corbett (miscellaneous crew), Nayla Al Khaja (writer), Nayla Al Khaja (director), Nayla Al Khaja (actor), Nayla Al Khaja (producer), Nayla Al Khaja (writer), Abdulrahman Al Madani (miscellaneous crew), Abdulrahman Al Madani (actor), Vladimir Persan (composer), Ghassan Al Katheri (actor), Sebastian Funke (editor), Hormuz Mehta (actor),

Risen (2008)

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Genres: Action, Horror, Thriller,

Taglines:

When the dead have risen, some things are more important than your own survival.

Actors GiGi Erneta (actress), Elle LaMont (actress), Sean Elwood (actor), Sean Elwood (actor), Richard L. Watson (miscellaneous crew), Damon Crump (director), Damon Crump (writer), Damon Crump (producer), Damon Crump (editor), Audrey Davis (actress), Andrea VanEpps (actress), Amanda Carver (producer), Robert Works (actor), Jason Harper (actor), Mohammad Ahmed (actor),

After the Rain (2007)

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Genres: Drama, Short,

Actors Lawrence Ang (editor), Eric Khoo (producer), Royston Tan (writer), Royston Tan (director), James Toh (producer), Ricky Ho (composer), Gary Goh (producer), Tiang Choon Koh (actor), Lim Teck Siang (miscellaneous crew), Chue En Jye (actress), Amelia Su (miscellaneous crew), Felicia Tan (miscellaneous crew), Damus Lim (actor), Euodias Lu (actress), Gabriel Lee (actor),

Attente (2005)

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Genres: Drama,

Quotes:

Abou Jamil: How can we have a state without a theater?::Ahmad: How can we have a theater without a state?

Actors Jacques Witta (editor), Rashid Masharawi (producer), Rashid Masharawi (director), Rashid Masharawi (writer), Richard Lormand (miscellaneous crew), Mahmoud al Massad (actor), Chloé Lorenzi (miscellaneous crew), Areen Omari (actress), Setareh Farsi (producer), Fouad Al Shomali (actor), Oscar Kronop (writer), Abed Askouli (actor), Youssef Baroud (actor), Shukran Murtaja (actor), Abderrahman Abou El Qassem (actor),

Life Document 2: Identity (2002)

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Genres: Short,

Actors Joel de la Fuente (actor), Joel de la Fuente (writer), Marianne Hagan (actress), Ayad Akhtar (actor), Ayad Akhtar (writer), Ayad Akhtar (director), Ayad Akhtar (editor), Tom Glynn (writer), Tom Glynn (director), Sylvia Grieser (costume designer), Joel Hirsch (editor), Manuel Billeter (producer), Melissa Bowen (actress),

Sa'eedi fil gamaa el amrekeia (1998)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Mona Zaki (actress), Mohamed Henedi (actor), Ahmed el-Sakka (actor), Fathy Abdel Wahab (actor), Hani Ramzi (actor), Ghada Adel (actress), Tarek Lotfy (actor), Seham Galal (actress),

Operation Golden Phoenix (1994)

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Genres: Action,

Taglines:

An ancient treasure. A deadly quest. A one-man army fighting for honor, riches...and survival!

Actors James Hong (actor), Jalal Merhi (producer), Jalal Merhi (actor), Jalal Merhi (director), Al Waxman (actor), Tony Nardi (actor), Michael Sinelnikoff (actor), Anatoliy Rudakov (actor), Varouje (composer), Natalie Radford (actress), Curtis Petersen (producer), J. Stephen Maunder (writer), J. Stephen Maunder (producer), J. Stephen Maunder (actor), J. Stephen Maunder (actor),

Ahmad, Ahmad A. Filmography

• Ayam aldajar 2009, role: actor, Play in Full Screen

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  We Want the Funkshow lyrics

  We Want the Funk

  {If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk} - *2X*
  {If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
  {We want the funk!} - *both 4X*
  [Ahmad]
  Dig it the mic is mine I'm the incredible man, with the gift of gab
  And when I speak you'll be doin the freak
  So if, you don't want the funk then you a punk
  Everybody out of they chairs should go for theirs, and
  if you can find anyone better or as bad as mine
  that's thick as a dreadlock and rocks like Lenny Kravitz
  then you done great, you done good
  Wait I hope they told you, I'll explode to any track
  I'm back on top, ready to drop bombs
  I'm the only rapper that can rap like this, then do the twist
  So HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE let put the boom back in it
  to show the Joneses can win it, and that's my crew
  That's my clan, that's my posse
  The niggaz with the funky tunes, turn up the volume
  All you ballers, with your six-four Impalas
  and bass comin out of your trunk, you better holla if you want the funk
  {If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
  {We want the funk!} - *both 4X*
  [Ahmad]
  Word now everybody get up, then sit back down and yell (HO!)
  The niggarole's back with a verse and it gets worse
  By worse I mean better than you and I can do
  crews and never lose in fights because I write
  and flip scripts I rip up punks and do a cheer
  Think I'd ring the funk bell yell (party over here!)
  Now peep what I wrought and maybe I even got
  a million funk styles for ya bay-bay
  In stacks so when I rap the claps come
  through I'm new but been hearin cheers for years and
  Fear is a mindstate, I rip up raps and do up dance stuff
  The great Ahmad, if you agree then nod
  your head like this or like that I can rap with anyone
  and still won't fall, I do it all
  So y'all kids with tapes on your shelves and
  twelves boomin out of your trunk, you better yell if you want the funk
  {If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
  {We want the funk!} - *both 6X*
  [Ahmad]
  Well I'm still kickin the funk, don't believe it you don't have to
  But, bet a buck, you gon' believe it when I leave it stuck
  Imprinted, through a rhyme I invented
  to indent your skull cause I got SOUL
  Everybody get ready, then set go and when I let go
  of the microphone, get your jam on
  But one more thing before I sing cause I'm fat
  And ask for you please get off your rump
  and SCREAM if you want the funk
  {If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
  {We want the funk!} - *both 4X*
  {If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}
  {Party over here, bust you over there} - *2X*
  *repeat all 8X*
  {If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk} - *2X*
  {If you didn't come to dance..} {We want the funk!}
  {Give me that funky baby, give me that funk} - {We want the funk!}
  *repeat this 8X*
  {If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk}

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  You Gotta Be...show lyrics

  You Gotta Be...

  (I used to be a stick-up kid) --> Rakim
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  Everybody in the ghetto tell me...
  Is it a lie that I must be a ruffneck
  And wear a frown just to be down?
  I kinda don't agree with bein (tough)
  But you gotta be (rough)
  It's either you claimin your hood, or you're not a gee
  Forget about respect, I refuse to be the next guy
  Fitted for a casket, either with it, or get blasted
  I choose to gangbang, they give me a chrome-plated trigger
  Say, "If you got any heart, go rob that Mini-Mart, nigga"
  Now look what I done did, damn, I had to be the big man
  They're lookin at me shifty, better shut up 'fore I get slammed
  Man, I'm not a thief, good grief, and I don't wanna act hard
  But then they said if I didn't do it, they was gonna gat, far
  As I could see (I was gonna be)
  The next new member of the crew, cause it's 8 of them and 1 of me
  I don't wanna do it, but I will
  Cause I still want folks to think that I'm hard and tough
  Cause you gotta be (rough)
  Cause you gotta be (tough)
  Cause you gotta be (rough)
  (I used to be a stick-up kid)
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  Well, it's the niggeroe, again, right back in where I left off
  Still tryin to make a decision, I might go to prison if I don't step off
  But if I don't rob this store, then I'm not sure
  If I'm gonna be considered as a gee
  And you gotta be (rough)
  Cuffs are temporary, homies are for life
  So I grab the deuce-deuce and go inside
  I decide to prove in the Mini-Mart, "Don't nobody move
  Start fillin up the paper sack with loot, or I might shoot"
  But things didn't go as planned, cause this man had his own gun
  We're standin toe to toe, eye to eye, so I figured why not
  Pull the trigger? Put this nigga on the ground
  It'll show that I had poise, then my boy'll know I'm down
  But I didn't do it quick enough, or he thought of it first
  Cause he blasted to the chest, and now I'm restin yellin, "Nurse!"
  And holdin on to life, or at least tryin to hold on
  In a jailward wearin cuffs
  Cause I had to be (rough)
  Cause you gotta be (tough)
  Cause you gotta be (rough)
  (I used to be a stick-up kid)
  And everybody, everybody gotta be rough, y'all
  (I used to be a stick-up kid)
  And everybody, everybody gotta be tough, y'all
  (I used to be a stick-up kid)
  [ VERSE 3 ]
  Well, that's the end of my tale, but before we know
  Fools'll just forget what I said, and the story go
  On and on, until you're up to no good
  And back throwin up your hood
  And still doin what you shouldn't
  Niggeroes, come together, cause divided we fall
  So stall that gang shit, stand up
  Quit standin in handcuffs
  Really hard's when you got loot
  And you ain't gotta shoot
  Damn man, enough is enough
  So why you gotta be (rough)
  Cause you gotta be (tough)
  Cause you gotta be (rough)

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  Back In The Dayshow lyrics

  Back In The Day

  Chorus: repeat 4X
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Verse One:
  I remember (back in the days)
  When I just a little niggerole
  I looked up to my bigger bro
  Begged if I could kick it so
  when he went out with girls I could go taggin along
  Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
  Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
  all the way live, I think I was about ten
  One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
  That be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoes
  Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
  Then he get mad and wanna scrap
  We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
  To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
  Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
  old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
  You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
  And if they really had money raised be sportin BK's
  and, all the girls had they turkish link
  If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
  But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
  Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  Verse Two:
  I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
  '88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
  In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
  No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
  But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
  Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
  basket weaves, Nike Cortez, and footsie socks
  And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
  And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
  Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
  or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
  of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses
  Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
  the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
  I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
  Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
  It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
  and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
  Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
  Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  Verse Three:
  Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
  Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
  down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
  you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
  But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
  That's where I stayed and figured a way out
  I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
  I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
  So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up
  Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
  and we finally did, but
  Sometimes I still sit there reminescin
  Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Back in the days
  *talking*
  I got jacked for mines
  You sound like a white dude "Hey I got jacked for mines!"

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  Back in the Day (remix)show lyrics

  Back in the Day (remix)

  Intro:
  Jerome! Jerome! Put on that Bobby Womack!
  Nah girl I wanna go way back, ahh yeah check this out
  *needle is put to the groove on a dusty record*
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Back in the days
  Verse One:
  When I just a little niggerole
  I looked up to my bigger bro
  Begged if I could kick it so
  when he went out with girls I could go taggin along
  Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
  Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
  all the way live, I think I was about ten
  One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
  That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)
  Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
  Then he get mad and wanna scrap
  We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
  To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
  Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
  old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
  You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
  If they really had money raised be sportin BK's
  and, all the girls had they turkish link
  If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
  But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
  Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus:
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  Verse Two:
  I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
  '88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
  In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it'd blow up)
  No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
  But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
  Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
  basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
  And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
  And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
  Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
  or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
  of hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they asses
  Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
  the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
  I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
  Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
  It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
  and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
  Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
  Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  Verse Three:
  Well, it's the niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
  Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
  down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
  you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
  But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
  That's where I stayed and figured a way out
  I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
  I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
  So (Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up)
  Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
  and we finally did, but
  Sometimes I still sit and reminesce, then
  Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)

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  Back in the Day (Jeep Mix)show lyrics

  Back in the Day (Jeep Mix)

  Intro:
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Back in the days
  Verse One:
  When I just a little niggerole
  I looked up to my bigger bro
  Begged if I could kick it so
  when he went out with girls I could go taggin along
  Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
  Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
  all the way live, I think I was about ten
  One of those happy little niggaz singin the blues
  That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes)
  Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
  Then he get mad and wanna scrap
  We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
  To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
  Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
  old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
  You could tell the ballers cuz they bell wearin Gazelles
  If they really had money raised be sportin BK's
  and, all the girls had they turkish link
  If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
  But, sometimes, I still sit and reminesce
  Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
  But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
  Verse Two:
  Back in the days, but now the year is '87
  '88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
  In 7th grade, I hated school (wish it'd blow up)
  No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
  But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
  Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
  basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
  And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
  And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
  Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
  or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
  of hoochies, had poison airbrushes on they asses
  Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
  the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
  I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
  Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
  It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
  and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
  Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
  Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  Verse Three:
  Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
  Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
  down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
  you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
  But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
  That's where I stayed and figured a way out
  I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
  I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
  So (Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up)
  Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
  and we finally did, but
  Sometimes I still sit and reminesce, then
  Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
  Chorus: repeat 5X until fades
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
  (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)

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  Freakshow lyrics

  Freak

  [Ahmad's friends talking]
  .. and then he cut it off *laughter*
  Hahaha, ay who next? Who next?
  Ay ay Jamal come up
  Somebody else.. aiy who next man?
  Calvin you next? (Nah nah)
  Midget? Rascal? (No, no no)
  It's mine? On mine? I'm gon' tell a story man
  Aight aight, it's like this..
  [Ahmad]
  Well it was half past eleven o'clock, ready to rock
  I'd been searchin for a spot all week, where they be doin the freak
  But no one knew I didn't panic, remained calm
  Thought, "Why not just go out on a mission, like James Bond?"
  Double-oh-seven, since I'm the great, I'll be double-oh-eight
  So I went into the closet and got my gear straight
  Jumped in the car, drove for an hour, with no luck
  Started havin doubts and that's about when trouble came up
  Twelve thirty at night I'm at a street light and hot
  Restin my head back (BOOM!) I heard a shot
  fired through my back window broke the glass then hit dash metal
  No time to look both ways I hit the gas pedal
  Now my "Mission" is real like Special Ed
  Gettin shot at with a shotty and I wish I had a jet
  to hit, maximum thrust 'fore they bust one and hit me
  Square in the back cain't understand I was the wrong man that
  they were after, I wish they'd see the light, no joke
  But in the meantime, I broke and hit a quick right
  Dipped to an alley, turned off my lights and ducked
  And I guess none of 'em saw me, they kept goin up Crenshaw, good
  Opened my eyes for surprising more
  to see the alley I was in lead to the party I'd been lookin for
  All out of breath and could hardly speak
  But soon as I walked in the door, honey asked me if I wanted to freak
  "She did the freak!" (4X)
  {*reggae patois - can't follow*}
  [Ahmad]
  Well I'm back on the move, yeah back on the mission
  Gettin jocked and shit cause my pockets thick
  I guess they heard I had a record deal
  And I'd expect that would change their views do's and don'ts
  into they won't diss and now my mission gets, a little bigger
  I'm lookin for a freak with soul that's not a gold digger
  Yup, I want some-bo-dy
  And by bein in the bright spotlight, you learn a lot like
  if you got ends, well then you got friends
  If you got dough, well then you got hoes
  And that's how all of that go, but
  I'ma still have to give it a try
  I saw a girl with no guys, sittin in back and I went over to chat
  Well we talked and laughed about a half hour then
  there was a sudden blur, when I saw her
  the finest girl I'd ever seen her name was Tina
  Dressed all in red then my mouth said
  "Sorry I don't mean to be a dog or a mutt
  I'm just a big Cool J fan and, Tina got a +Big Ol' Butt+
  So I'm leavin love," then I went over to Tina to speak
  and I asked her if she wanted to freak
  "She did the freak!" (6X)
  {*reggae patois - can't follow*}
  [Ahmad]
  Dig it now she wanna freak, well here's my number beep it
  Might even lick the cat but if I do I get to keep it
  That's what I told Tina then I jetted, I said it
  Just to make sure we got in bed - it's, all in the mix
  to the Motel 6, because I figure
  If bags was bait she bit 'em hook line and sinker
  I'm out now, until next week, mission complete
  Ahmad, the great double-oh-eight niggarole doin the freak
  "She did the freak!" (8X)
  {*reggae patois - can't follow*}
  "She did the freak!" (16X)
  {*reggae patois - can't follow*}

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  Can I Party?show lyrics

  Can I Party?

  Heh whassup?
  Here we go, here we go, here we go
  One two for the money
  or the show then three for the S-E
  Hah hah, whassup?
  It's Ahmad, my man Mau' made the track
  [Ahmad]
  Well it's the niggerole, pump one more time
  The jeeps I rock will never stop playin for keeps
  And got more soul than a ghost I have mostly EVERYBODY UP
  The masses movin asses so let the beat hit
  And it ain't gon' quit 'til you stop and say (no)
  Cause I get more (ho!) than +Hip-Hop Hooray+
  I rock steady, steady rocks don't wanna box with God
  Because I'm cool, givin props to the old school
  And the West coast, who just toasted the return
  of the funk with the fat beats for your trunk (so)
  I walk and I stalk and I caulk(?) and I blast
  Then I dip to the party, find me a honey and tag that ass
  I saw a Puerto Rican freak who was all that
  Tight pants for dancin, told her we gotta lambada
  No restin yet black, cause here I am
  Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
  [Chorus - repeat 2X]
  So can I party if I want to? (Yeah you can party)
  Now can I party if I need to? (Yeah you can party)
  Can I party if it's essential and necessary
  I'm addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it (Say what?)
  [Ahmad]
  It's the return of the incredible man
  who stands firm and rips up fakes without a cape
  I'm great, I paid dues, kid how dare you respect me not
  I had to get a tetanus shot cause fools bit but
  now I'm back on deck, ready to wreck
  and swing at every pitch til I'm rich (whoo!)
  And that's not long because I got a new song to sing
  Throne the king cause all the fools just stepped loose (ooh)
  Back to the party at hand, I want you movin and groovin
  Workin that ass, havin a blast
  I'm fast on the feel so pass the pill
  to the kid that rocks, everybody jockin stop then
  throw your hands up and wave 'em from left to right
  If you like the niggarole say (HO!)
  But you know, no restin yet, cause here I am
  Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
  [Chorus]
  [Ahmad]
  Kick it what did I say? (Get up!) Think you better (get up!)
  Part efficient in circumfrence and if you don't jump
  touch the ceiling with the center of your palm, use your right arm
  Everybody standin, should love my sound cause it's too down
  or three, might be four, fifty-six, maybe one more
  To blow, might I flow, can I go, I'm that one so
  Bumrush the doors, keep the doors locked
  All I need's a small flock of fans, hands move to the bam-boom
  of the bass drum, when you hear the thump of the bass
  Jump while you're actin dumb, yell where you come from
  (West coast) with the new soul scenario
  (Just fo') us to control your stereo
  Ahmad I flip and rip kids and crews to shreds
  Mau' will lay a beat down like the Feds
  I guess all should say yes y'all cause here I am
  Askin the question - can I party if I need to jam?
  [Chorus]
  [Ahmad]
  Whassup? That's Ahmad and the Joneses
  We on this mic, for the ninety-three, to the ninety-four

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  The Jones'show lyrics

  The Jones'

  Don't let the Jones' get you down
  (Get you down)
  (Don't let the Jone's get you down)
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  Thinkin well it's the niggaroe back with my crew
  Now what you wanna do
  The Jones', we on this, mic
  So we'll fight to the finish
  But I don't need spinach for me to do this
  Pride in givin niggas pop-eyes, I'm large as buddhist
  Rappers wanna be down, cause they think that I'm better than
  They, but I'll be OK-Solo like the Letterman
  Use my common sense to boom-shalaklak-boom
  Then lock the room, get busy as I get busy
  Sayin "Don't let the Jones' get you..."
  But I'll hit you where it hurts, made you relapse in curves
  When I throw verbs and nouns, any sound that I spit up
  I have battle rappers usin they clappers because they don't wanna get up
  They all wanna be like me, and so they re-write
  Them wack-ass raps that they make and try to fake
  So I break bones and holler "Jones' forever"
  Cleverest shit around
  But don't ever let us get you down
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  Well, everybody says, "'Mad, what are the Jones'?"
  Well, let's see, it's a posse, true, and it's a crew
  But not really, so what I'm gonna do
  Is combine em all and find a title that'll fit
  We're a group of money makers from the west that be runnin shit
  Fly like a discus, don't miss this, cause it's me, and
  I win fights with more mic energy than a pre-amp
  They listen to Ahmad and the Jones' in here rock
  And roll with soul, then wanna copy like a Xerox
  Cause I mic-check and never once sound like Das at all
  >From a superman crew, so I do the impossible
  Droppin y'all wack crews like missiles, then I whistle
  Kendal'll bring the 808 until the party say, "the great
  'Mad is the king of the ring," because I bring
  Funk that shakes the ground
  But don't ever let us get you down
  (And everybody wanna be like us
  I think it's cause we on this mic
  We're the Jones', so)
  Don't let the Jones' get you down
  [ VERSE 3 ]
  Kick it, I'm back, never can lose, I'm the man when I wanna
  Might gruff on rappers get ran like Jackie Joyner
  The Jones' everybody wanna be us, they be jockin
  Cause we rockin the boat and in control like a remote
  So I pack a 38-page rap book, put your gun away
  And yell 'truce!' before I have to get loose and run away
  With the title I've already won, don't mean to brag
  Kendal blew up like a rocket, and I get down like a sag
  I nag rappers that don't follow my lead, and if they need
  Assistance they get dragged the distance in a bag
  The Jones' for life, throw up a J if they ever say
  Who's runnin this town
  But don't ever let us get you down

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  Ordinary Peopleshow lyrics

  Ordinary People

  Ordinary people
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  Oops, I guess I should stop singin and start bringin the funk
  The niggeroe sings a rap and have you clappin
  I gets busy, cause I never fall, I excel
  Never takin no shorts, so here's my tall tale
  Once upon the clock
  It was hard growing up with no pops
  But moms did the supernatural, very
  Extra-ordinary
  Person that she is
  She finished college, three kids at home cryin
  But never got fed up, and kept her head up
  'I shoot for the sky' is what she said, it
  Got embedded
  In my skull
  That's how I got soul
  To reach ya through your speaker
  My mother alone helped me to be me
  So that's my role model, not an idiot on tv
  Used to do it like this
  And like that, and like this
  But since she never let me join a gang
  I couldn't g thang
  So for all her prayers at night under the church steeple
  I give thanks to my mother, one of those very extra-ordinary people
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  Now dig it, 2-(4)-6-8
  I guess that I appreciate
  And consider that niggas who work hard is the superstars
  (Ordinary) people with families, that have kids
  Should be put on a pedestal, not average
  Treatment for our mother and fathers, and if you ask me
  I'll say: you put your family first, before an athlete
  But everybody wanna be somebody special, who
  Can grab a microphone, or put a ball through a hoop
  And it's okay to like Mike
  Even I would, if I drank Gatorade
  But I'm too busy funkin your trunk with all this 808
  To worry about that, I'm worried bout this
  If you agree, then pump your fist
  If you're proud (Say it loud!)
  To show you're pissed
  Off at the news and media, because they swear
  That all black people are menaces and holler and cheer
  But since there's so many others that want justice, I know we will
  Start respectin others as brothers and come together, all of the...
  Ordinary people
  [ VERSE 3 ]
  Ordinary people make the world turn
  I learned that if you work hard in life
  Then it counts the way the balls bounce
  I wrote this to give a message, I'll be glad if it
  Switches your goal from bein a gangsta to a graduate
  And if you listened close to what I said, you learned a lesson, and
  Heard that all the average Jones' are no greater, or no lesser than
  Stars, cause all we all are is equal
  So shut off your tv set, and show respect to some of the...

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  Touch The Ceiling

  (Bonafied funk for your fanny) --> Sondoobie
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up
  Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'Heavy' like that 'Blue Funk'
  Niggaroe, Westcoast kid, with the new sound
  Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now?
  Battle? I don't think so, look, I got your noose tugged
  Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up
  Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks
  And niggas who stink
  Then go hang out like a link
  I'm the brink of the blow up
  Sink and watch me go up
  Another level, let the bass boom
  As the treble tunes up
  My too rough style
  I'm too tough
  I'm gifted, ovin the crowd
  I make em get up, then I get down
  It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid
  I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it
  Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a Grammy
  It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
  [ CHORUS ]
  So groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
  And if you got the feeling
  (Jump and touch the ceiling)
  Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
  And if you got the feeling
  (Jump and touch the ceiling)
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a well
  Got a leash and I go in and out of style like your bell-
  Bottoms, say shit that's real like 'I'm nuts over midgets'
  Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picket
  Not really into baseball, but I'm an all-american
  Still act a fool
  Breakin rappers like a rule
  I'm cool, mostly peaceful
  Kick it with my people
  But if I go insane
  You can jump and do the same
  Thing, I gotta sing
  La-la, if you got that swing
  Follow me, get wreck
  I make you bounce like a check
  Mic-check, 1-2
  Stand and watch me run through
  A crew real easy, but that's only if I want to
  Murder if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shit
  I'm like the mafia, I keep on makin hits
  I know which way is up
  And won't stop
  Till I hit rock bottom
  That's the truth
  But for now smack the roof
  Then groove to the
  (Bonafied funk for your fanny)
  [ CHORUS ]
  Break it down, y'all
  [ VERSE 3 ]
  Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another verse left to spit out
  King of the hill, knock em down when they get up
  Westcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm
  Busy on the mic like this
  So pump your fist
  And never hit the FF button on my cassette
  Just sit stunned
  Dn't give me no props until I'm done
  Your mouth's wide open cause you're hopin
  That you might be able to be label-
  Mates with the great niggaroe
  I'm just down with the king, and you're not it
  Lookin for your gift, but I already shot it
  I wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last it's
  Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your asses
  So groove to the
  (Bonafied funk for your fanny)
  [ CHORUS ]
  Do the Watussi to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
  And if you got the feeling
  (Jump and touch the ceiling)
  Do the Butt to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
  And if you got the feeling
  (Jump and touch the ceiling)
  Do the Jerk to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
  And if you got the feeling
  (Jump and touch the ceiling)
  Move to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
  And if you got the feeling
  (Jump and touch the ceiling)
  Groove to the (bonafied funk for your fanny)
  And if you got the feeling
  (Jump and touch the ceiling)

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  The Palladium

  Aiyyo what's goin on it's Ahmad on the microphone
  Bout to tell y'all about the Palladium
  Me and my boys, the Joneses crew in the house
  Kick it
  [Ahmad]
  Yo it's the end of the day and it's Friday (hey)
  Ahmad how bout a show to the stadium (what) you know what the Palladium
  (It's cool) We can't get faded, oh that's right you don't drink
  but there's a better incentive, it won't cost, you know the hoe swing
  Well I said guess I guess
  It's better to flex than be at home watchin "Chips"
  I'd rather watch chicks
  I flipped, looked to the right of me, tons of honies
  One was a Playboy bunny, but I left her
  Hugh Hefner's no joke, he's too heavy for my kind
  I play blind and went out lookin for my type
  That's right, my type, a cute fine girl named Sabrina
  Coolin at the bar with her friend Tina
  Way I was dressed, they thought I was ballin like Bobby Bonilla
  Bought a pina colada and got another
  Reached in my pants pocket, (??) riches (?) on paper
  Saw a cutie 'cross the room, went on another caper
  I approached her, she started havin fits
  It was the pits - cause this chick thought she was the shit
  My homey Kay said let's go
  Ahmad ain't even fadin it y'all, cause it's cool at the Palladium
  [Chorus]
  At the Palladium, yo it's a great show
  At the Palladium is where everybody goes {repeat both lines 3X}
  At the Palladium, yo it's a great show
  At the Palladium.. word
  [Ahmad]
  Yo it's Friday the Palladium (whattup) what a great show
  Kids chillin like nerds couldn't get in so they sittin on curbs
  Cars rollin by deep, you couldn't miss 'em
  Tempers start stowin so brothers start throwin fists at fights
  I seen night lights hit skulls and glove boxers
  Rock stars in limos stretch, smokin cess
  I walk in and see brothers and broads causin havoc
  Havoc and mayhem both straight from the West coast
  Most of the dancers are housers
  Some a few freaks freakin, guys playin to get laid this weekend
  Speak of the devil, better put in my bid
  But first get rid of this chick, she's on my testicles
  Cause Ahmad is the God, I don't test no hoes
  I just maintained and step in the vestibule
  Be reminiscent of disses
  I'm throwin body blows to weak rappers and tossin 'em to the fishes
  Then callin Mrs., Bla Bla Blah
  Mrs. So-and-So, your kid was blowin smoke so I choked him
  Uhh, I'm just givin my respects, leave my condolences
  Like when I'm bowlin, I'm bowlin strikes, I never miss
  yikes - I gotta go cause they flowin I think it's my day
  So chill and let's groove at the Palladium Friday
  [Chorus]
  [Ahmad]
  Kick it yo I'm still cool at the Palladium show
  Yellin out yo's with my bros and steady clockin the hoes
  But now it's two o'clock I'm ready to split
  Ready to get in my Chevy to get home and start hittin it hard w/ Betty
  Smith or Johnson, fuck it it don't matter
  Just wanna climb inside a bladder like a ladder cut the chit chatter
  Cause I'm smooth, never obnoxious, chillin
  That's why ya never live to hear me rushin while I'm bustin
  Got honies if you got dividends or in a Benz, and I got both
  So now you see me, taggin asses like graffiti
  And on the next day I'll be rested, exhausted
  Because I was naughty, but damn, that was a hell of a party
  [Chorus]
  At the Palladium, yo it's a great show
  At the Palladium is where everybody goes {repeat both lines 11X}
  At the Palladium, yo it's a great show
  At the Palladium.. word
  [Ahmad]
  That's Ahmad and the Joneses
  We on this mic, for the nineties