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

Emil und die Detektive (2001)

Actors Erich Kästner (writer), Maria Schrader (actress), Jürgen Vogel (actor), Uschi Reich (producer), Rudolf Kowalski (actor), Patricia Rommel (editor), Christoph Holch (producer), Martin Feifel (actor), Florian Lukas (actor), Rufus Beck (actor), Kai Wiesinger (actor), Oscar Ortega Sánchez (actor), Biber Gullatz (composer), Gode Benedix (actor), Horst Kotterba (actor),

Klassen Feind (1983)

Actors Udo Samel (actor), Regina Ziegler (producer), Tayfun Bademsoy (actor), Inge Behrens (editor), Ernst Stötzner (actor), Stefan Reck (actor), Peter Stein (writer), Peter Stein (director), Nigel Williams (writer), Jean-Paul Raths (actor), Michael Maassen (actor), Gregor Hansen (actor), Dorothea Katzer (costume designer), Jürgen Klose (writer),

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  Underground Emperorshow lyrics

  Underground Emperor

  [Pop The Brown Hornet]
  Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised
  As I lure you into the world of true lies
  You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry
  Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery
  Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium
  Blowin you up like explosives on a truck
  The outcome is similar to Hiroshima
  As I bounce off the scene like a jet-black Beamer
  Nuthin like the rush I receive from killin MCs
  Enemies better freeze before I squeeze
  It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath
  Electrifyin, watchin MCs careers dyin
  Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper
  No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper
  Ready to run up in your area
  With a silencer *wsh-wsh* die muthafucker
  Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take no more
  Next up is the Down Low Recka
  [Down Low Recka]
  In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin
  Like that gun I'm stunnin, makin niggas run and
  The shocker, I cause electrical sparks
  Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night
  The bark is equivalent to the bite
  So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief
  Bloodthirsty, observe as I rehearse thee murder plan
  White man can't kill like my pen
  I'll be damned if I let these niggas approach me
  On the East side where my coast be, look closely
  Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness
  No doubt I'm sick with the slickness
  The realness, ten years of dues I can't lose
  Paid up, dyin in this bed that I made up
  So be out before I spit out the venom
  And be my victim so I can live forever in the rhythm
  [Pop The Brown Hornet]
  Bow down to the underground emperor
  Once you enter the circle you find me in the center
  Of definite laced with pure entertainment
  Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine
  Movin like the theif in the night when I strike
  It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite
  No remorse if a life is lost
  If you're playin the game that's the price it cost
  It could be deadly fuckin with a Shaolin machette
  Walk poundin heavy plus your palms is all sweaty
  You're up against a terror
  I think it's best you better get your act together
  Your style's phony like pleather
  Full trait to di-tect hard rock frauds
  My blows penetrate deeper than Shaolin swords
  Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act
  Hittin harder than a rape victim's flashback
  [Down Low Recka]
  Once you die, your grave I'ma put you in it
  Now take a number and I'll be with you in a minute
  Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, I'm here
  Right in your area, scarin up your atmosphere
  I'm out to get you for not knowin the issue
  I'm throwin fullstyle rep, I plan to hit you like a homing missile
  Don't run for cover, don't waste my time

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  Two Gats Upshow lyrics

  Two Gats Up

  Forty individuals
  Keep it on the low? keep it on the low, aiiight
  Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up
  [rubberbands]
  Yo with your departure let's start the execution
  Seems like everybody rappin's robbin and shootin
  Talkin real cheap
  I got a record deal just to get away from the streets
  Niggas stuck up shit's creek with no way to escape
  When we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes
  What the fuck you thought, g.p. connects when
  Majority of these rap cats don't even get a grin
  Never paid dues, actin like they vets on my set
  Til they get a reality check, niggas still wet
  Behind the ears in this rap shit
  Get blown off the face of the earth by the g.p. click
  [down low recka]
  Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
  Now adapt to the shaolin chapter
  The non-fiction, number one bestseller
  Project award winner (two gats up)
  Yeah, it's obvious you the sloppiest
  Got a glass forehead so you're bad when you copy this
  You could say we live for the winter
  Ain't no shorts taken, veterans, no beginners
  Constant winner, a born sinner
  Make you think your style is thinner
  You're too pary to carry
  A microphone across stage knowin that I'm on the other side
  Ready to conquer and divide
  Holdin mine comes natural
  Formin rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nails
  A real nigga never tells
  Real niggas know that fake niggas gel
  Get bugged, don't blow, perishable mcs got blinders on
  Leadin themselves into the storm
  It's the power of god, pg, parental guidance
  G.p., unmistakably the finest
  [june luva]
  Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinator
  Track killer, premeditated murder
  May the force be with you
  When you go up against this record sellin burglar darth vader
  Hit you up somethin terror
  And I make you wish you never heard of a gladiator
  Secret spies tryin to steal grain data
  Hit em up with the steel, get the jackulator
  [pop the brown hornet]
  Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered
  They all look at r, another hip hop star
  Brown hornet, I got mcs cornered like a rat
  I hit a homerun everytime up to bat
  You could read about it, talk about it, ain't no doubt about it
  I get amped when shows are crowded
  So come support me hold down the fort
  I score everytime I touch a hip hop court
  Watch me dunk on em, then hit a three on em
  Yo he a punk, I knock him out and then I pee on him
  Verbal gymnastic master tactics
  Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress
  But I refuse to bend, I intend to explore the top ten
  Don't try to analyze or comprehend
  Accept it, g.p. connected
  Niggas run for the bomb but shaolin style's intercepted it
  Have no fear the foundation's here
  Lettin party-goers know that we truly do care
  It's not all guns and violence, we like to fuck to try to act
  Conservative
  We love when johnny buck-buck
  [rubberbands]
  Lyrical combat better watch your ass son
  I shines pretty like a double four magnum
  The impact from the gat goes boom
  So when I'm speakin I appreciate the room
  My character erupt like a nigga
  I'm stressed, baby and I'm down on my last trigger
  One in the chamber, nothin's gonna change the
  Infrared dot to your skull meaning danger
  Duck, boom-pow, it's too late you're caught
  What, raise up and act like you want it
  I didn't think so nigga, you're fuckin with a major
  Even x-men couldn't save ya
  Yup I'm a new bad boy new york stalker
  Crash mcs, they need therapy, then a walker
  Fast talker, do the knowledge I lost ya
  Justice prevailed, fucked around and who crossed ya
  [june luva]
  This is not a test
  Hip hop is in a real state of emergency
  If this had been a test you would not be bearing witness
  To the hip hop saviors
  June luva, pop the brown hornet, rubberbands and down low recka
  We now advise you to pump this loud

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  Things Ain't What They Used To Beshow lyrics

  Things Ain't What They Used To Be

  Them some small ass niggas man
  What happened to the realism god?
  Keep it tight!
  (niggas, niggas ain't been, yo son
  Niggas wasn't gettin beatins like we was gettin)
  (niggas wasn't playin knuckles now
  Niggas ain't playin knuckles no more)
  Niggas couldn't even, niggas couldn't even take a ass whippin
  (niggas playin piddy-pat)
  Word up
  Let's build this shit right here
  Build this mountain of thought, thought process
  Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick
  Knahmean, for real let's get it on
  (you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)
  [pop the brown hornet]
  Growin up I never thought it'd be like this
  Them kids I used to run with they end up on my hit list
  I remember when we used to rhyme
  Now we shootin at each other with fully loaded nines
  And crack got us buggin
  No more lovin and huggin
  It's strictly slug servin over turf
  What's it all worth
  See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, they're left hurt
  And brothers don't think no more
  Cause all they wanna see is war
  Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by america
  And can't even see the realness
  Get your act together, it's about to blaze
  Republicans they got them democrats in a daze
  Cops are killin blacks more than ever
  Blacks are killin blacks more than ever
  We're blind in every which way shape and form
  You better analyze that the revolution's on
  They could care less about the black man's stress
  I can't even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest
  Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin
  Mothers are cryin but I'm still packin the iron
  They say God works in mysterious ways
  Well, so do the devil on a whole different level
  That was one of the good ones, now he's gone
  I just seen him last night, word bond
  Ain't nuthin gonna stop the pain
  Just remember his face and his name
  Chorus:
  Mercy mercy me
  Things ain't what they used to be
  Like people change
  Oh things ain't what they used to be
  (you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)
  Mercy mercy me
  Things ain't what they used to be
  They rearrange
  Time is runnin out black man
  (they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains)
  [rubberbands]
  My mom said it wouldn't work, callin me a jerk
  Started smokin dust to make my body numb cause it hurts
  Never thought I'd be the one that I said I wouldn't be
  As a child, livin my life in misery
  Eighteen years of age, I thought this was the easy stage
  But I guess I got in wrong
  With so much pressure on my back I can just collapse
  But the black man stand strong like the eiffel tower
  I'm dealin with some hard times
  You wouldn't understand what I'm goin through
  Wakin up with pains in my head that's unbearable
  Just caught a few but if I catch another case
  I might be placed in a correctional facility
  Hit with a 1 to 3 but never been convicted of a crime
  But then again there's always a first time
  [down low recka]
  Lord have mercy on these niggas man
  (oh mercy mercy me)
  Yo everyone was at the wake cryin
  Family members and close friends, inside they dyin
  For some it's never understood
  But the bottom line is he gone for good
  Heh, I say a prayer then exit to my left
  Cause I'm still here waitin for my date with death
  Sometimes I wonder what's better
  Either walkin with the dead forever
  Or meet my creator sooner than later
  I often hope that the way I chose was the right one
  Cause the road we walk through life is a tight one
  Quick to throw grease in your path
  You slip and fall they gonna sit back and laugh
  But I'm fully equipped cause my shoes got grip
  I'm sharp with the tongue plus mentally fit
  Been through a lot, now I got my hands in this pot
  And it ain't gon stop
  Times are changin, illuminati want it all
  And when they take it they gonna say it's cause of y'all
  Gangbangers and drug dealers murderin each other over cash
  That ain't gonna last, lord have mercy
  Word up
  Let's build this shit right here
  Build this mountain of thought, thought process
  (they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains)
  Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick
  Knahmean, for real let's get it on

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  Smokingshow lyrics

  Smoking

  A lot of cats thought the g.p. shit wouldn't make it
  June luva (smokin)
  Pop brown hornet (smokin)
  Rubber to the bands (smokin)
  Down low...
  (g.p. forever more baby)
  June luva (smokin)
  Pop brown hornet (smokin)
  Rubber to the bands (smokin)
  Down low (smokin)
  [june luva]
  Yo crews I been through with my ginsu
  I be choppin em, the gap below ain't no stoppin em
  I be hoppin em, over the fences droppin em
  Leaping fylin kick on some shaolin shit
  Get in your stance and defend your square
  If your skills is not equipped we're sendin that ass up outta here
  Indeed no question in this profession
  When g.p.'s in your area it's a blessin
  Keep em guessin what the hell is they up to
  Is they finished? nigga we barely begun to
  Break em down and claim soil in this industry
  Before I'm gone muthafuckas will remember me
  Check my pedigree, substantial amount of evidence
  Body and fools from presidents
  My residence is stapleton, staten isle
  B/k/a better known as the shao
  [pop the brown hornet]
  When it be the big dipper I beg to differ
  Approach like you want it and get put into a back twister
  Flunkee, little monkey
  All that garbage you be talkin I know you gots to be a junkie
  Cause I ain't feelin out one joints you made
  Everytime you rhyme with the next cat you're gettin slayed
  Your style's played but you still keep sportin it
  Put a cork in it, dust it off and auction it
  Get what you can for it 'fore it's too late
  You don't want the world to find out the shit's gold plated
  And outdated, I know you're glad you made it when you made it
  Cause you style's only gettin faded
  While I maintain mint condition
  You got your eyes on the star wishin you could plead half my mission
  It's all good tho, you're not an all-pro
  You know you're gettin over with a style's that's so so
  And while I'm all that you be gettin left back
  And laughed at like a fat girls ass crack
  [rubberbands]
  Murder I write cause wrote is past tense
  Leavin featherweight mcs in suspense
  Cause in my division we dealin with ammunition
  Lyrically cuttin niggas down like trees
  You think you got me under pressure cause you whylin
  You scare me just as much as the haunted house on coney island
  They used to say you was soft and smilin
  But all that shit stopped once protect ya neck dropped
  Hip hop terrorists on the rise
  The grain click will take the industry by surprise
  There is no stoppin what is meant, leavin competition bent like
  Two match-ups in an accident, head on collision
  Spokin like a geo prism
  And if you didn't see us comin I suggest you check your vision
  You're on point at a arrange for correction
  Like bringin a homeboy hookup outta state, there's no connection
  [down low recka]
  G.p. not the greatest but we famous
  For committin the crime and tracks that be hittin
  But niggas can't maintain this, we stain this
  With the blood from a real nigga who be nameless
  Check me, got the I'll stee undercover
  More current, holdin on the green like a rubber
  Cause I be not a carbon copy or sloppy
  Watch me, even stop me but never got me
  Still got niggas on this block, it's hectic
  It's winter, stapleton go all out and enter
  My chamber, danger, no turnin back
  36 physical hits, I'll mental tricks
  Come mad thick
  Nobody know to have to explain this
  Predict the competition got a style that's brainless
  So I crush your tower with stories by the hour
  G.p. who? put the power in the power
  Rewind, come against the selector
  The grain remain self-contained in any sector, what
  If you representin the east keep (smokin)
  If you representin the west keep (smokin)
  If you recognizin the grain be (smokin)
  Then you representin the best g (smokin)
  Down low (smokin)
  Rubber to the bands (smokin)
  June luva (smokin)

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  Party Peopleshow lyrics

  Party People

  Chorus:
  Party people (are you ready? )
  Party people (are you ready for this? )
  Party people (are you ready? )
  Party people (are you ready for this? )
  Better gather around, gp's in town (are you ready? )
  Better gather around, gp's in town (to get sweaty)
  We came to rock it and tear down these walls
  It's up to ya'll, what you wanna do?
  Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
  Verse 1: pop da brown hornet
  I want that everyday feeling to make me hit the ceiling
  I get baleeveated, no more crack-dealin'
  My nigga on the score, fly beard galore
  Stepped out lookin' prettier then prince dejour
  I see it clearly, I turn my dream into reality
  Our short delayin' was a small technicality
  Now I'm in the dick of things, feeling my oaths
  I'm takin' hip-hop turn it up a thousand volts
  Worldwide recognition take a look at what you missin'
  The men who got the planet got crazy ambition
  Packin' what you lackin'
  Sluggin' shit like reggie jackson
  Bitches diggin' me like niggas dig toni braxton
  Distractions had to happen
  Payin' dues from way-backin'
  The days when shaolin was simply known as staten
  Now I'm off the hook my schedule stay busy
  Callin' dime peaces askin' (where the hell is it? )
  On a global escapade, gettin' high in the shade
  Friday night baby girl and I just got payed
  My whole squad is chalk, livin' large like chrales in charge
  Far from a mirage, solid like steel bars
  The clock's tickin' who wants to catch an ass-whippin'?
  Rhymes get the rippin', and niggas get the bitch
  And it's the format that I use from back when
  Nineteen ninety-seven we in the top ten
  Chorus:
  We came to rock to rock it and tear down these walls
  What you wanna do? ain't nuttin' but a party, party
  Verse 2: june lover
  This is that type of underground shit you need
  Every now and then to make your party proceed
  Who am i? another b-boy fan
  Bringing you that hip-hop shit from shaolin
  I slam any mc upon his back
  And play like a nerd and say "did I do that"?
  You lack the skills to be where I'm at
  Son I'm top-notch while your ass be playin' hop-scotch
  I'll be underground makin' moves with my shovel
  Bubblin', while you exposed is still strugglin'
  Who's mumblin' got you scared to speak
  When I see you on the street you label us dead-meat
  I'm out to getcha and got my gladiators for this picture
  I could see it clear like a motion-made picture
  I en-vision my arms wrapped around your throat
  That's all she wrote, soon as I squeeze your neck broke
  Chorus:
  Party people, party people, party people, party people (are you ready? )
  Better gather around gp's in town
  (are you ready, to get, to get, to get sweaty? )
  (are ya, are ya, are ya ready for this? )
  Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
  (are ya ready? ) gp's
  Uh, y'all niggaz know it's gp
  Time and time again we tried to tell you
  Poppy das, june lover, yeah yeah yeah haha
  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
  Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air haha ha

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  Life Bidshow lyrics

  Life Bid

  Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out
  Yo yo hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
  Before we do that, before we do that before we do that
  Let my man burn, let my man burn real quick
  This is for the ladies you know
  Cause niggas be sayin we don't be lookin out
  I want y'all to feel this a little somethin
  And if y'all know the song, no no no dis-
  If y'all know the song, sing along, it's a remix, word up, check it
  (remix for who? )
  For g.p., for g.p. nigga
  Don't be disrespectful nigga
  G.p. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it)
  Last night
  You sucked somethin special outta me
  (what? a fuckin nut? ) uh huh
  And for the first time
  I got my dick sucked for free
  (what, for free? ) uh huh
  Check out what she told me tho, she said
  She said do you want me to use protection
  I told the bitch of course
  But you can still lick my balls
  She said pop can I ask your black ass one more question
  I told her hell no
  Last night (what she do, what she do)
  You sucked somethin special outta me
  (aiiight aiiight now, where we leave off at)
  [rubberbands]
  Niggas callin theyself the shit, packin full clips in a whip
  Drivin hip hop right off a cliff
  Goin nowhere, fantasizin with the art
  When I retire my first album'll still be up on the charts
  With a bullet, saw my mom screamin for the rest of my life
  I can't rap, she can kill that
  She don't know about the illuminati soldiers
  Sometimes it feels like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
  Misguided ones on the block slingin boulders
  Eighteen years old and got criminal records instead of diplomas
  Goin nowhere fast
  Right into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crash
  About the whip and dip before I had you can
  Sayin maybe it wouldn't have happened if I was sober
  Or wishin that I could live my whole life over
  But I'm a libra so I sit back and look forward to october
  We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
  G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business
  [down low recka]
  We stay true, the g.p. debut
  Smacks you, lyrically attacks you and your crew
  Up against the wall and turn your metals into copper
  A real hip hopper, think nada, don't matter
  You might be phatter, but what it takes I don't see it in ya
  My whole click about to get into shit
  Brothers comin up as slaves
  Learnin how to use brainwaves to control paydays
  Niggas like us with magic stays
  While the car hustlers get grazed and nosy cats strays
  You can't last in a billion dollar world
  Tryin to get a billion dollar girl
  Doin big b-i lookin dead into my future
  Keep up cause you'll hate me if I lose ya
  We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
  G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business
  Hit son, the one you thought was number one
  Is now number two to my crew
  [pop the brown hornet]
  Puff puff give, g.p. got to live
  We been rhymin on the mic ever since we was kids
  And now we full grown, callin shots with no phone
  The wick's been lit leavin the rap world blown
  Beyond repair, beats thick like peasy hair
  Rap heads love me like alcoholics love beer
  We's a perfect combo, save the bullshit convo
  You beatin me that's like the knicks beatin chicago
  Can't happen, captain caught a ticket for speed rappin
  But they droppin charges cause I kept the crowd clappin
  No we goin platinum, rerun, what's happenin
  Takin the world by storm like the jacksons
  Shit, you better search for the g.p. logo
  If you want that bomb ass shit that drives you loco
  Produced by rns and dlr
  I touch it up with the lyrics watch the shit go far
  My destiny's comfortability
  Playin up not too far from military artillary
  Not for manos but for protection
  A lot of cats got the venom in em and i'ma pop em
  [june luva]
  I got plenty niggas down for whatever
  Sewin up stitchin up projects whatever
  Do or die situations you be facin
  Goin up against the grain nigga feel the pain
  My soldiers they lined up ready to bust with no fuss
  Keepin it real, it gats we trust
  Niggas be under pressure when I'm stompin
  Run things from new york to compton
  And all the crews inbetween (why's that june) I don't know
  All I know is they got to go
  Cause they can stop the show from goin on, it must succeed
  If not the next man bleeds
  We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
  G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business
  Hit son, the one you thought was number one
  Is now number two to my crew
  The hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
  G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business
  Hit son, the one you thought was number one

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  If You Only Knewshow lyrics

  If You Only Knew

  Verse 1:
  Yo, yo your girl's fucked up
  Your world's fucked up
  Situations a nigga go through
  He don't show a sensitive side
  So he keeps it inside
  With so much stress buildin' up
  That you are ready to die for a love
  A lot of things he tries to hide
  Covers the tracks you got no solid proof
  So you gotta let it slide
  And I know it's tearing you apart inside
  Everywhere you go you tell a nigga
  Keep an open eye on your prize
  But she can do up dirt on the low
  Because if nobody seen it you don't really know the 411
  But you heard she hittin' niggas off
  Runnin' around the projects like a chicken with her head cut off
  No respect for herself what'soever
  If you hit the spot you could get her hot
  And run up in her
  You thought she was your bread-winner
  Fed up with aggravation, a black girl lost
  Trapped in a world of temptation
  Chorus:
  If ya nigga only knew
  (that little trick put your lips at you too)
  Verse 2:
  I know this trick named trina
  Trina drives a beamer
  Everyday around my way
  She comes through at a quarter to 2
  If her man only knew like keith sweat
  His so-called chick was straight twisted, wicked
  Let me put you under what she did kid
  I had her in the back-seat of the whip
  Money was low and really couldn't fuck with the mo
  One of them days I didn't have a place to go
  She said so let's get it on
  We don't need a whole lotta room to perform
  Ya hear me?
  As I responded loud and clearly
  I don't really support sex without the condom
  Ya feel me?
  Very quickly she ripped out the life styles
  And slobbed on the nob for a while
  The thoughts that ran through my head
  Was if her man only knew
  How his baby mother is caniving and untrue
  Verse 3:
  Either ya do or ya don't
  Ya will or ya won't
  I'm one to believe niggaz's girls be getting boned
  Every day of the year
  These chickens don't care
  They're living in a world that's unfair
  Chorus:
  If ya nigga only knew
  That I was runnin' up in you

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  Hip Hopshow lyrics

  Hip Hop

  One two, one two, one shot, one two, last shot
  Make the sound rock [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  It's all about, it's all about [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  Yo, who that fake pro, tryna fuck wit my hoe? peep
  I'm killing for them hips continuously
  My rap is g-a-m-e
  Vocals'll get u stymied
  Got locals running wit me
  Freeloaders tryna get me
  But that's my shorty
  I got her running through this planet, just like a bandit
  But I don't trust her, 'cause she a hustla
  She living for that loot like me, that's why she mine
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  She screwing anybody worth a high dollar sign
  But what I like about her is she flips it,
  [hip hop] that's why I keeps it
  On my own thought, she peeps it, keeps them a secret
  Until I manifest them through her, allowing her to give it to ya
  'cause when I screw her, she holla
  I take her to the finest places
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  Just so I can meet some other pretty faces, my g leave no traces
  Niggas be talking bout my chicks around the globe
  Natural nouns in the eyes, diamond verbs in the lows [hip hop]
  Many stories told, a lot is made up
  I know my shorty tricking, been wit her ten years,
  I know she laid up
  Wit, them nondescript, brothas who know they shit
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  Even a few females came to her with the clit [hip hop]
  They got her open but it's niggas like me that keep her focused
  She'll fuck em, but never fall for jokers
  Now peep the science, my hip hop is defiant? never!
  I kick out this lab [hip hop] in any weather [hip hop]
  For real
  [you get the fuck out
  You fucking bitch ass muthafucka
  No you get the fuck out
  Nigga get the fuck out
  Fuck you fucking bitch ass nigga]
  [don't stop, don't stop]
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  Yo my name I hip hop
  I be that nigga y'all tryna stop
  But before I go, I'm letting all y'all know
  This ain't even how it was supposed to be
  I put myself on this map so we can enjoy that
  What the deal niggas? it seems like rap is out to get me
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  He used to be my man until he started acting shifty
  Occasionally, he showed love, it was bug
  'cause one day he went from being a nice guy to superthug
  He caught the fever, felonies to misdemeanors
  On top of that a date rape charge in argentina [hip hop]
  The meaner he got, the more records he sold
  Started disrespecting everybody, and went gold
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  To platinum, I seen him, said "yo son, what's happening? "
  "nothing going on but gun clappin,"
  He replied. as I'm looking at him dead in his eyes
  I seen the devil himself in physical disguise
  I had to get him out my cipher, my only chance was my nine
  Wont be gone before that ass is mine
  He thought the same thoughts that I thought
  Before I started reaching
  He pulled out the tech and started screeching
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  Oh shit, son, that nigga hip hop just got hit up
  [hip hop]
  Word is bond, that nigga just hit the floor cold
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  Aw, look at that shit [hip hop]
  Hip hop was dying, I had to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation
  They left him for dead, only played him on one station
  I drug him to my lab, grabbed the pen and the pad
  Wasn't sure he would make it, these mcs fucked him up bad
  Fed him guns and drugs, laced him up in gear worn by so-called thugs
  Had him hanging out in fucked up clubs
  He lost his glow, only 17 addicted to blow
  [hip hop hip hip hop hip]
  Hip hop started a riot at every major show
  Every time he lost his head another partygoer end up dead
  He tried to blame it on what mcs said
  They held him responsible, charged him as an adult
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  The billboard battlers, they beat his ass to a pulp
  His man rap started fucking with r&b;
  Left a nigga low, he talking bout "i'm strictly in it for the money"
  He couldn't beat him, he joined him
  Started the east coast-west coast conflict
  Record sales boom, that's where he made his profit
  As he lay on my floor to the next one, and thinking
  [hip hop, hip hip hop]
  Will what he helped to create help destroy him?
  He wondered if he reaches his 21st without getting banned
  In year 2000 [hip hop] he'll be a man, old enough to make a stand
  [to the old school and the new school:
  It's time we get this hip hop shit to the next horizon.
  Ya nahmean? because them other cats got a new kind of game plan
  For us so we must over overwhelm that shit that shit.
  And bring it and bring it full-fledged full-fledged
  To the next millenium. you know? and and and gp gp for the 90's
  And beyond we here to bring y'all that shit man.
  We here to bring y'all that shit that's gonna keep y'all rocking
  And rocking throughout throughout pump us loud baby. word up]

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  Blow Upshow lyrics

  Blow Up

  All my brothers (what)
  Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
  Shaolin take it to the top
  All the ladies (oowww)
  Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
  Keepin the party tight aiiight
  [pop the brown hornet]
  I be the one to break through your barrier
  Bomb carrier
  Ready to explode in hype mode
  You'll catch a bad decision at any given
  I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I'm livin
  Let me lay the law, let me connect four
  G.p. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thought
  Standin tall but you comin up short
  Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport
  Ran into the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun
  You target practice, i'ma hit you off for fun
  Answer one question, what crossed your mind
  To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design
  You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin
  Like a gun toter up against an assassin
  I'm the real mccoy, old school b-boy
  Anything I seek I could create or destroy
  It's like that, born with the strength to strike back
  Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat
  It's either you or my contract
  All you gotta say is where we get it on at
  And it's on
  All my brothers (what)
  Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
  Shaolin take it to the top
  All the ladies (oowww)
  Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
  Keepin the party tight aiiight
  [rubberbands]
  Movin in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books
  It's off the hook, got me on crop
  Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don't rock
  But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot
  Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs
  Let it die down, get it out the air
  Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-tips
  Hundred dollar ho went international on the richard bey show
  Everybody wanna blow overnight
  The secret to my success is I don't get too hype
  Laid back killer instances, killer track
  Make a snap remack
  Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack
  Highly addictive
  The microphone's the glass dick and I'm smokin smash hits
  I need to be rehabilitated
  And if I write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track
  Premeditated
  [june luva]
  How dare you even look my way
  Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say
  You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin with
  Niggas suck my dick, june'll be the first to bust your shit
  Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast
  The first one that steps be the first one I click-click-blast
  Hit em one time up in his brain
  But didn't kill em, I left him mentally insane
  It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin
  Animosity towards me will get you toasted
  6 million ways, 365 days
  I be on the street, crime pays
  Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle
  Until I learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscle
  And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly
  I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty
  All my brothers (what)
  Let the world know it's hot
  All the ladies (oowww)
  [dark skinned assassin]
  Can you feel us all up in your swat
  Can't touch the God lyrical, far from typical style
  Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles
  Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths
  Casualty, s.i. be I soulful by the craft
  Devine self allah, the golden mic holder
  Got this whole shit locked like the ayatollah
  Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils
  But the God made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel
  Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster
  Assault and battery make it hard to remember
  Behold I the black avenger
  Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as december
  Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure
  And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja
  Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real
  War, four score with a hundred raw niggas
  [down low recka]
  You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line
  With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine
  Mental court got niggas doin time and
  Frustration got me ready to do crime
  Watch me shine like a comet
  Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit
  Frontin all them years you need to stop it
  You see who comin, the rightful owners of this era
  Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror
  Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort
  Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport
  Your center's too short, your forwards' is backpedallin
  Your gods ain't hard, how you think you better than
  Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts
  Made known, reality show the grain blow
  All over, universally consume your town like fire
  Blaze the shit til we retire
  All my brothers (what)
  Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
  Shaolin take it to the top
  All the ladies (oowww)
  Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
  Keepin the party tight aiiight
  All my brothers (what)
  Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what)
  Shaolin take it to the top
  All the ladies (oowww)
  Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
  Keepin the party tight aiiight
  All the ladies, can you feel it in your
  All my niggas, let the world know it's hot 9-7
  Shaolin take it to the top

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  Black On Black Crimeshow lyrics

  Black On Black Crime

  [pop the brown hornet]
  I'm not sure no more, constant war
  What's it all for
  Everybody out here poor
  Niggas cuttin throat, got crackheads sellin soap
  Little shorties down the block pushin dope and coke
  Try and make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to
  Overseer got you exactly where he want you
  In the projects doin fucked up things
  Like sellin crack, it's like my whole family's fiends
  If it ain't one thing it's bound to be another
  Peace to all the three time felons, word to mother
  Niggas gettin hit with outrageous bids
  While the next man's in the world raisin your kids
  Now what you gon do, it's all up to you
  Be your own man or run behind your crew
  If you get bagged don't expect no help
  In the street life erybody roll for delf
  Chorus: (2x)
  Black on black crime, you know it got to stop
  It's time that my peeps we start reachin for the top
  The only way we gonna get there is together
  Let's start the revolution, you know I'm for whatever
  If I had one wish, every black man would be rich
  Own they own property, have they tailor-made bitch
  Live peacefully in luxury, comfortably
  Every memory would be a buttermilk fantasy
  We'd enjoy the great outdoor, muthafuck war
  Everyday lived would be like a paid rapper on tour
  Without the problems, we don't really need em
  Every wiz would be a dime, every nigga would be handsome
  The only drug would be jaw weed
  With a little bombazee, that's all a black man need
  Money would be somethin that we burned in the fire
  While lampin in alaska with your midnight desire
  Sippin on daiquiri, happily enjoyin the scenery
  Snow fall natural like a girl's virginity
  Erytime be like the first time
  Somethin like the last time, remindin you of your pasttime
  When things probably wasn't that great
  Robbin niggas for weights, spent your childhood upstate
  Couldn't escape the gun slingin, flower bringin
  Under the buildin callin yourself kingpinin

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  1st Thing Firstshow lyrics

  1st Thing First

  1st thing first
  Y'all niggas better recognize
  First you better recognize g.p.
  Yeah yeah, ain't nuthin but attitude up in here, knahmean
  So peep next tight things baby
  Chorus:
  1st things first, you better recognize g.p.
  Fuck all that other bullshit basically
  Don't really care who you be with nigga
  We comin through, keep your finger on the trigger
  [june luva]
  I keep creatin, producin flavor
  That I gave ya like sugar from a neighbor
  Save ya self cause I can't hold it back any longer
  Feelings of hate is gettin stronger
  Somethin in my mind's takin over me
  Could it be the grim reaper controllin me
  I don't know but I'm sick of this shit
  One minute a nigga's insane the next legit
  But check it, I'm on this mission like the one david banner
  And through my travels I erupt in such a manner
  Of explosion, some say that I'm the chosen
  Wisdom that I speak leavin niggas stiff frozen
  So gimme mines black, you know what I'm askin for
  The utmost respect or I'm gonna tap that jaw
  Better yet I'm tired of playin mister nice guy
  Take the two piece combo to your eye
  Uppercut, uppercut as I'm smashin
  Consecutive body blows, ribs I'm crashin
  The next time you wanna flex better do it in a different direction
  Cause all this is my section
  [down low recka]
  I'ma get mine, as long as I do instead of try
  Don't sweat I punk, go suck a dick and die
  It's business, order number one catch wreck
  Second i'ma go state to state (third) make connects
  Next when I get there it'll be urgent
  To stain your clean style washed in detergent
  Don't fight, I observe the street life is trife
  Bite in a car gettin your guts scarred
  No food, your thoughts go through hunger, now I'm wrong for
  Bringin the thunder in a song, it makes you wonder
  All of a sudden I can taste it
  Meanwhile wax was wasted shaolin replaced it, face it
  Hittin the switches, fixin the glitches
  Been through a lot from stitches to playin in ditches
  Downin french bitches
  Payin the cost and bein the boss and
  Slingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion
  What the fuck made a nigga tell me I don't know
  I observe, all enfold to be a pro
  I'm iller, strivin to be a top biller
  Smokin the killer, and livin the high life like miller
  [pop the brown hornet]
  I play the host at your funeral
  You been the victim of deadly lyrics
  As I puff a bone and reminisce about the bullshit you said
  Reach down and out your head, you been beheaded
  On top of that your tongue's been shredded
  No longer will your mouth get that ass in trouble
  Resemblin nicole simpson, layin in a blood puddle
  You shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into
  Fuckin with a nigga from my crew but it's too late
  All your loved ones was at your wake
  Wishin you hadn't of done it
  The odds was one in a hundred
  But still you wanted to test your skill
  Now you're layin in the box all packed with rhymes that kill
  Ain't no games here, it's strictly wear and tear
  It's the rapper of the year makin love to your ear
  I heard you smacked your girl in the shower
  Cause you heard her singin my song, can we all get along
  Guess not, you're mad cause I got her hotter than you ever got her
  Off a nigga voice, she knew a nigga choice and all that
  Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack
  Got the bitch comin back for more
  Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had
  Now I got her callin me dad
  Nigga, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh

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  Don't Go Against the Grainshow lyrics

  Don't Go Against the Grain

  How many mcs must we put in pain?
  [pop the brown hornet]
  I had a dream that I was in an mc war
  Kinda different than any other dream I had before
  Mcs packin rhymes like jiggys be packin nines
  They said a verse and it was like I could read they fuckin minds
  I threw a metaphor, this player gave me an encore
  They asked him what you go and fuck with pop for
  You read his diary, heard he's won every rivalry
  If you ask me I feel you owe him an apology
  An old school cat who got knowledge under his cap
  So don't approach me with that bullshit black
  Because I been there, did that, bust shots and sold crack
  Been shot at but I been put here to rap
  So no matter what you do and say my style been put here to stay
  Just like the sun sees the next day
  Manditory that you hear my story
  To all them thugs who thought I wouldn't make it, you ain't got nuthin for me
  You couldn't clean the shit off my shoes
  That I stepped in when I was out there payin my dues
  You's a blown fuse, bad news
  Good for nothin like tattoos and saggy boobs
  June luva drop the jewels on em
  Warn em, go get em
  [june luva]
  Yo let's go to war, and my objective is to score
  Collectin mad points as my opponents hit the floor
  You better come the best way you know how nigga
  Gun play, that's the way it goes down nigga
  I know you know the rules of new york
  Bullshit walk, so kill all that bloodclot talk
  We hawk, I stalk the streets with the ginsu
  Anybody move, cop killer to your tissue
  Hits you, put you where the good lord split you
  Whoever that be doubtin my steez nigga please
  I been through more shit than toilet bowl flushes
  Ran through more clicks than nfl rushers
  Plus this be the best connect that you've heard
  In a long time, muthafuckers that's my word
  Observe the way I just cock back and serve
  Niggas in my way gettin hit with the ak
  Automatic I'm quick to cause static
  Laugh in your face, haha, then let you have it
  So lounge my niggas you in the danger zone
  It's only certain parts you's allowed to roam
  And don't sleep cause shorties down the block is deep
  Got somethin for that ass that lift you off your feet
  And that's real
  Chorus:
  How many mcs must we put in pain
  Before somebody says don't go against the grain
  The grain, here to jumpstart the earth's engine
  And keep the world movin and spinnin
  [down low recka]
  We been blessed with skill to make a nigga pay
  So we gave a percentage away to mca
  To take to universal from uptown round to china
  You turn that tokyo back to south carolina
  Whoever got the currency you got me performin at your big arena
  That's full of smoke from medina
  Roll up the greenery
  My niggas backstage'll set the scenery
  So I can let you know what rap mean to me
  It's real cause cash rule under property
  I'm goin at the family land, nuthin stoppin me
  Cockin back nine, insertin em in nine holes
  Your genitals, eyes, ears, ass, mouth and nose
  I been told by a higher power to do whatever
  It takes to make our lives better and worry when I'm deader
  Mentally I'm hooked by society
  So I'm flippin on them niggas eyein me and payin high salary
  For me to tell my brothers to kill each other
  I ain't fuckin with the ignorant, I'm goin undercover
  Breakin stereotypes along with cordless mics
  When evil strike I beat that ass cause he can't fight
  Chorus (2x)
  Ha ha, spinnin, word up, movin, we keeps it
  Movin, g.p. never losin
  The grain, word up, niggas is always choosin
  How we move and other shit, word up, it's that shit
  Word up, yeah yeah, keep it movin y'all, word up
  Unh, keep it movin y'all, word up word up, the grain baby

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  Chamber Dangershow lyrics

  Chamber Danger

  Intro:
  (whispering) take 'em shake 'em brake 'em (x8)
  1,1,1,2, how we do it real son. word up. yo yo yo yo so now enter the next
  Chamber yo yo check it.
  Rubbabandz:
  Yo yo when I approach the battlefields
  Grab your neck and protect and never neglect the blood spill
  I'm bein' all I can be like the army
  Correct I'm droppin' more loads then dirty laundry
  All four embarrassing you like a cold sore
  I'm lockin' niggas down like the law
  The eight ball must take a fall
  Why it's like that?
  The white ball takes out the black
  I'm deeper then the pain being felt through abortion
  Got to pay the cost and now this is extortion
  Comin' out your pockets like sperm cause I'm forcin'
  Your sweatin' I bring fear like armaggedon
  Down low recka:
  It's show time y'all can put that shit to rest
  Watch down low wreck it in one verse or less
  Give me room who the fuck is that strippin' in the back frontin'
  Like he a mack stuntin'
  With no stats but you lack thee intelligence to be a master
  I season never teasin' for self pleasin'
  I'll take 'em get into their brain cells and rape 'em
  Shake 'em out of all reality and brake 'em
  Hook:
  Think you had enough of this roughness
  Well get the fuck out my chamber nigga
  (take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) till he had enough
  (take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) enough of that real stuff
  (take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) give it to 'em raw
  In my chamber danger
  Rubbabandz:
  It took some time and a lot of thought to get my head together
  It's like runnin' for your guns you might as well run forever
  Dependin' on steal dick nigga you ain't shit
  Cause gladiators don't need guns to cause crucial conflicts
  We hit like mack trucks what the fuck was you thinkin'
  I got stuck now I walk the streets without blinkin'
  Cause I know the spotlight invites greedy and grimey individuals in my
  Cipher
  Forcing me to get hyper run up the steps plot on top of the roof and play
  Mister sniper
  (I see you nigga) 1-81 side chamber danger
  One in the head I take your life outta anger
  Intentionally get away with the crime and make it an unsolved mystery
  Down low recka:
  That's how the shit's suppose to be
  Stop it's down lows turn to rock
  Give me the mic plus gas to lock shows in blocks
  I got the ladder
  And if I ever fall from the top I'm a splatter
  Then heat my way back to hot
  It's a natural fact when it's wack I conteract
  Down low (flip the sound) rns (flip the track)
  And take 'em back you motherfuckin' right it's like that
  I'm strapped with double edge swords and a mac
  For ya area bitches got me runnin' from the cat
  All I want is my m-o-n-e-y dime sack
  It's on gp connects like full
  War rns tracks lay law
  And got this shit here locked we on top the forgotten rot
  Shoalin zoo dirty rotten spot make it hot by lickin' shot
  Then pursue a homicide this is stop 'em from committing suuuuicide

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  Hit Me With That Shitshow lyrics

  Hit Me With That Shit

  Intro:
  Hey what's up fam? (what's goin' down? ) word to this gp shit right here
  Nawmean? (1-2) turn my mic up. we're comin' through until the next
  Millenium. (word born no doubt) time to hit 'em with that shit.
  Down low reka:
  Take flight thieves in the night hold ground
  Swipe all belongings without making a sound
  It's the low down crystal clear with these vocals
  My international skills train the locals
  World wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside
  Fuck runnin' from the sun it's a no win situation goin' up against
  Gladiation
  Now knowin' what you're facin'
  Junelover:
  Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades
  (I don't know) runnin' through my projects pickin' fresh cotton
  Silly of you to think that gp would be forgotten
  You spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plotted
  Ways to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip
  As far as I'm concerned your ass best not slip
  Or get hit and injected with the truth to your vein
  And a sticker on your face that reads "gp the grain"
  You wonder where this shit in my from recognition (what what what what
  What)
  You been out for years and ain't a motherfucker mention
  Where that shit came from instead you play dumb
  Stapleton invented you you ain't know son?
  A hundred grand for the head of thee imposter
  Description of his face hangin' on the roster
  Bring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injector
  You better watch what you say in my beretta
  Will be used for the first time straight out the box
  They dealt it to the hudson by the stapleton docks
  Poppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt)
  And let these niggas know
  Hook:
  Gp forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mind
  It's like we try to tell you time after time
  You fuckin' with the raw
  Pop the brown hornet:
  The floor should of been empty because you against me
  Is like a grown man against a baby
  No way no how could you fuck with this
  Before I'm done with you you'll be on my shit list
  Dead and stinkin' for even thinkin'
  You can pull off an upset please you don't pose near threat
  You're a stink bomb I'm comin' stapleton style
  To blow up your whole profile
  My shiggy shiggy shaolin style is so rugged
  Mc's that like our identity try to dub it
  It can't be duplicated the way I situate it
  It's too complicated I get highly modivated
  It comes to battlin' mcs they start thinkin'
  I wonder the fuck pop with the blood clot drinkin'
  I hope it wasn't gas cause I'm about to get up in that ass
  You fucked with me first but I should of been the last
  Brother word to mother keep them feelings hurt
  Dealing with the lyrical expert
  Who don't give a hoot I'll be the first to shoot
  Deadly lyrics ironically raisin' dead spirits
  Rubbabandz:
  Gp's comin' through call it a hostiel take over
  You on the hunt for our lp like sean connery on the hunt for red october
  Candy rappers dependin' on the power of a four leaf clover
  President and plus part owner
  Rubbabands got more fans than barcelona
  You gettin' more record sales than me
  Chances are slim like tryin' to get a job on wall street with a diploma
  High school graduate just wasn't me
  So '93 be the year I sign up for my g.e.d.
  Takin' trades so I have something to fall back on
  So on a job interview this looks good
  Just in case our records don't sell, knock on wood
  My fault but that's just a wild and crazy thought
  Cause you know we goin' gold from like a month from when we drop
  Cause gp the grain is just so so hot
  To def get left in the dust we bust
  Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plus

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  Sweat Of My Ballsshow lyrics

  Sweat Of My Balls

  [Hi-C]
  For the ladies, a hundred-thirty pounds of beef, yeah
  Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
  Swingin with this here stud, you need practice
  I'm leavin used rubbers on the mattress
  [Daddy-O]
  When I'm with my homies, we're rollin
  Can't love a car unless it's stolen
  Don't ask me what the price is,
  but it's more than pussy tickle devices
  [Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C]
  (And you can fell the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (You can feel the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (You can feel the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (YOU CAN FEEL THE!!!)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (You can feel the..)
  Sweat-sweat from my balls!
  (YOU CAN FEEL THE!!!)
  Sweat from my balls!
  ("What's the matter Mr. Jones?"
  "Well I'm ashamed of the way you're playing!")
  [Daddy-O and Hi-C]
  And we come fully equipped
  With a bad attitude and a hard ass [censored]
  [Daddy-O]
  For demonstrations, watch us slam her
  Steady poundin' like a jackhammer
  [Hi-C]
  One sword edge you can't cop out
  We're poundin you down 'til your eyeballs pop out!
  [Daddy-O and Hi-C]
  We're not your ordinary players [scratch]
  [Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C]
  (And she'll get paid with the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (Get paid with the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (Bitch get paid with the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (Bitch get paid with the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (She'll get paid with the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (Get paid with the..)
  Sweat from my biggedy-balls!!!
  (Puh-puh-paid with the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  [Hi-C]
  Ahhh, check check check it out yo
  Get a grip on the headboard and hold on to it
  or get sent right through it
  [Daddy-O]
  BITCH! I'm bite ya [censored] the way that I'm lickin
  Won't be gentle the way that I'm stickin 'em
  I do a damn good job
  and bitches on my dick like a human shish-ka-bob
  [Hi-C]
  Hey [woof] CB4 is fly
  So grab them ankles, throw your [woof] in the sky
  [Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C]
  (And fell the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (You can feel the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (Bitch, you can feel the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (You can feel the..)
  Sweat from my biggedy-balls!
  (Bitch, you can feel the..)
  Sweat from my balls!
  (BITCH!) Sweat-sweat from my balls!
  (BITCH!) Sweat from my balls!
  (You can feel the..)

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  Straight Out Of Locashshow lyrics

  Straight Out Of Locash

  [Daddy-O]
  CB4 in the motherfuckin house!
  [Hi-C]
  Yeah Gusto's in the motherfuckin house
  with my man Dead Mike!
  We breakin motherfuckers off 24-7!
  So check this shit out!
  Aiyyo Gusto... (whassup?)
  KICK THAT SHIT!!!
  [Hi-C]
  Straight Outta Locash
  A crazy mothafucka named Gusto
  I fucked ya wife, cause the bitch is a big hoe
  I fucked ya sister, I fucked ya cat
  I would have fucked ya mom but the bitch is too fat!
  When I'm in ya neighborhood, ya betta dig a moat
  cause I'm comin to slit... ya motherfuckin throat!
  Blood is drippin, I'm not slippin
  Bitches panties, is what I'm rippin
  Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike
  Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like
  Like to eat it, like to suck it
  Take a shit... in a bucket; Straight Outta Locash!!!
  Crazy motherfuckers, hah hah!
  (Where you from, nigga?)
  [Daddy-O]
  Comin straight out of Locash,
  a crazy motherfucker named Dead Mike
  So get ready cause you're goin for a long hike
  off a cliff, I'm drivin you over
  Now ya dead with ya fo' leaf clover
  Float like a cannonball, sting like a shark
  I'm the nigga waitin for you in the dark
  Waitin to rob you, waitin to beat you
  A bullet in ya head is how I greet you (whassup nigga?)
  A villain with a hat, and it's like that
  I tied yo' moms to a motherfuckin train track
  Flat on her back, I give her some crack
  It's ten o'clock - DO YOU KNOW WHERE YO MOMS IS AT?
  At my house (doin what?) wipin her ass
  She had to move... STRAIGHT OUTTA LOCASH!!!

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  Kaboboshow lyrics

  Kabobo

  Mga paghandom ko
  Sa kagahapon
  Kung mobalik ba
  Akong suta-on
  Naghinaot lang
  Na makalimtan
  Kining gugma ko
  Hupas na man
  Mga pag-ampo ning
  Adlaw oh mao ba ni?
  Gipangayo ko
  Ikaw pinalabi
  Gipaabot ko oh
  Asa naman?
  Mensahi nato
  Na-undan naman
  Ang mga pag baw'g
  Kong binuhatan
  Nag basol karon
  Ning tanan
  Ikaw lang gihapon ang
  Nanag-iya ning dughan
  Bisan sa kasakit nga
  Nahi-aguman
  Handumon ka karon
  Ug sa kahangturan
  Kay ikaw ra ang
  Gipangita ning dughan
  Tabangi ko kini unsaon
  Paglimot mo akong sugaton
  Buhian ko ug mobalik na
  Antuson nako ug mao nlang
  Mga pag baw'g ko'ng binuhatan