Russ – Splash Out 3.0 Lyrics

[Russ]
Intro:
I love my freedom
But i risk it anywhere i see them
‘i i i i love mr. Verse 2:
Shit den, pull up they panic ching him (ching him)
Metal straight in him
Big ting ain’t no kitchen (large one)
Rip skin tear off his ting (tear it)
Cheeky try slap off a [?]
Back this one it comes with a bang (bow)
No talking just stretch out my hand
Slap more then 3 man in your gang
100 man fuck that
Big ting always on hip can’t lack
Anything 8 get brr get wack
Back out my, grip firm attack
Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits
Free up my dargs they soon come back
Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits (ching splash)
Free up my dargs they soon come back
Verse 3:
Test it
Bruck it
2 piece buss it
Ying yang flood it
Upsuh i love it
Test it
Bruck it
2 piece buss it
Ying yang flood it
Upsuh i love it
Outro:
Got kicked out a section too
Shsh backed a wap on you
Shit den i feel sorry for you
In your vid thats my jacket too
I don’t know nothing ’bout pressure
Do up an opp with pleasure
Akee fuck the verbal attck me WOT entertainment’
G8
Cruuuddddddd
100 man fuck that
Big ting always on hip can’t lack
Anything 8 get brr get wack
Back out my, grip firm attack
Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits
Free up my dargs they soon come back
Bore up your head leave shanks in plaits
Free up my dargs they soon come back
Verse 1:
Classified member
I don’t know nothing ’bout pressure (none)
Do up an opp with pleasure (do him)
Akeee pull up my rams get splashy (splash splash)
Fuck the verbal attack me (come)
Got plenty names on this shank b (nuff)
Still walk with sticks come like bambi
She said i’m sweeter than candy (sweet)
Just hit up the spot and cream it
Samples for the cats just tease ’em
I love my freedom
But i risk it anywhere i see them (onsite)
Left numerous fuck boys bleeding
Left humerous big men screaming (bitches)
She’s mine if i start gunleaning
[?]
25+ your way too bitter
Live in the flesh
Fat boy got quicker
Still out here can’t see that nigga
Smash mans car, insurance nigga?

KRS-One – You Like Me Lyrics

As long as I’m dancin
Actin or rappin
Walkin around like
I don’t know what’s happenin
You like me (x4)
If I’m talkin bout drinkin
And nothin bout thinkin
As long as I’m high
And I never ask why
You like me (x4)
But the second I start with the state of the economy
Black leadership, Black gods and Black sovereignty
That’s when you can’t seem to follow me, confusion
You feel like you losin, I’m no longer amusin
This song’s about choosin, choosin why you cruisin
Either Black entertainment or the Black Revolution
People love to see a young Black man rap
Until he wakes up and realize he’s caught in the trap
So as long as I’m dancin
Actin or rappin
Walkin around like
I don’t know what’s happenin
You like me (x4)
If I’m talking bout drinkin
And nothin bout thinkin
As long as I’m high
And I never ask why
You like me (x4)
But the minute I get in it bout the way these rappers spit it
The minute I start spittin that truth here comes a critic
I freestyle off the top like removin ya yankee fitted
But they not really checkin for skills, they want the gimmick
Many of the challenges we face, we could solve em
But there’s no trust, no unity, and that’s the problem
Black people fightin amongst themselves that’s the problem
White people fightin amongst themselves that’s the problem
US foreign policy is simply just bomb em
Rebels against they own government, the US arms em
Then when things get outta hand, yeah they try to calm em
More money, more diplomacy, just charm em
If that doesn’t work then they move to “Osama”
Turn him into a terrorist, so they can disarm em
Through the corporate media, we don’t stand a chance
But too many people wanna us to just stand and dance
So as long as I’m dancin
Actin or rappin
Walkin around like
I don’t know what’s happenin
You like me (x4)
If I’m talking bout drinkin
And nothin bout thinkin
As long as I’m high
And I never ask why
You like me (x4)
You like me, you like me, you like me
You like me, you like me, you like me

Classified – Damn Right Lyrics

(Realtor) I ain’t never been in there, man; no one ain’t
(Realtor) No one been in there since the man died
(Realtor) You wanna check it out? Luke! … What are you doing man? Yeah, I’ll give you ten minutes
(Classified) Yeah, I wanna go check it out. [Intro]
(Realtor) Hello! (Realtor) You bet it’s the place
(Classified) It’s a lot older than what the ad said
(Realtor) Oh it’s old; it’s real old, a man died in there
(Classified) Really? I know you feeling good, but this could quickly turn fatal
Don’t ever stop the music when you rocking like this
‘Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in Nine-Six
[Bridge]
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right)
Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right)
So here we go (here we go)
Come on, come on
[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you
[Outro]
Damn right
(Mike Boyd) Luke, where you at? Come on
(Realtor) Nice to see you, welcome
(Classified) How you doing man, this is the place? Don’t go breaking anything! (Realtor) I guess their ten minutes is up Here, here goes another classic (here goes another classic)
Yeah, let’s take it back to
[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you
[Chorus #2]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
Yeah, you’re talking that bullshit
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
And yo, straight from the motherfucking field
Everything I do is too real, too ill
Said they want rap shit, gotta give ’em rap shit
Run up in your city with that gritty boombox shit
Yell it to the world, never sleep on me
I’m just tryna wake ’em up with some free coffee
This is what you need, this isn’t tongue in cheek
This is that one, two, three
No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak; like, come on
It’s going down, I’m ’bout to free fall
I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw
I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y’all
I ate a volume of balls bigger than beach balls
I’m locked and loaded this is for survival
Fuck fame, it killed my idols; Biggie and Michael
And ain’t nobody talking making any sense
Like people at the shows still sitting in the stands
Yeah; I bet it all like Pro-Line
I ran it through the goal line, and hit the fucking gold mine
They try to leave me out to dry, hang ’em from the clothesline
But watch me go with Showtime, that’s why I pay ’em no mind
[Bridge]
Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)
We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right)
Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right)
So here we go (here we go)
Come on, come on
[Chorus]
Two turntables and a mic
Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right
That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you
Refreshing it for you
[Verse 2]
Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle you ’til you giggle
Baby, I keep it dirty since I was simple and little
I scribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel
I talk my way out of pickles, you talkin’ so superficial
We know it, we know it; I keep it hardcore like parkour
Luke against the Dark Lord like it’s Star Wars
I keep it sweating like Rick Ross, flip flops
I took my life into my own hands like criss-cross
Don’t even try to correct me (you won’t)
Don’t even try to understand and dissect me
And keep your mouth shut, you’re talking too recklessly
I’m ’bout to cut your lifeline, like a vasectomy
Successfully, I did this domestically
Without any recipe, I kept the integrity
I’m better than I ever been, I’m legend and a gentleman
Pumping like adrenaline, I’m pain relief like medicine
Man, who bumped the damn turntable? (Mike Boyd) Luke? Take a couple pictures
(Realtor) You take whatever you want
(Realtor) Do whatever you want in there, I wouldn’t go in
(Realtor) You go hear me, don’t break anything in there
(Realtor) You hear me? (Realtor) Yeah, during the boom; bad handler
(Classified) Can we go check it out?