Chamillionaire - This My World feat Big K.R.I.T.
Chamillionaire - This My World feat Big K.R.I.T.
Chamillionaire
World
Big
K.R.I.T.
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Music video by The Roots performing What They Do. (C) 1996 Geffen Records
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Mary J. Blige - Be Without You
Music video by Mary J. Blige performing Be Without You. YouTube view counts pre-VEVO: 2,447,028. (C) 2005 Geffen Records
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Phonte - Sending My Love [prod. Stro Elliott]
[Intro: Phonte] Look... You know that so many people be askin me like, "Man, how do you do it? How do you stay happy in love?" Ehehe, I think it's really just a state of mind I mean, I know single men that would kill for a home-cooked meal I know, married men that'll kill for a quiet house Haha shit it's just, it's just all depend on your perspective Youknahmean? Ain't nothin' perfect [Phonte] Yo, my mind in another zone, and voice in another tone Arguin about some shit rooted in some other shit Long story short, it was a night that I ain't feel like comin home So I hit the streets, to a couple places I ain't hit for weeks Saw a pretty girl, kissed her cheek - mwah, say magnifique She favored my ex, some harmless flirtin A total diversion, but sometimes that's all a nigga need to get from one day to the next She's placin her bets, and payin respect Next thing, we walkin out and I'm payin the check Aw man.. [Chorus: Carlitta Durand] No pretending, baby I'm sending Sending, all my love to you [Phonte] Here she goes again, I can feel her eyes closin in It's like a rigged game, but how the fuck am I supposed to win? The O.G. say, "Cheer up" But wifey wants a scholar and a traveler Hunter and a gatherer, and after I capture her Now I gotta put +MY+ spear up? Man, I don't fear much But the thought of losing her hits me in the tear ducts Too much honesty ahead, get earplugs Something in the way society rears us Commitment wears us, out it tears us, apart and makes us feel we don't need to and that turns into "I don't need you" People want what grandma and granddaddy had But the ain't have options, nigga, we do and we choose, to act foolish Not Jewish, but when you hurt a man, baby he bruise/He-brews Can barely handle one, I don't need two Really don't wanna run, but I need to I need to...Lemme get outta here [Chorus 2: Carlitta Durand] No pretending, baby I'm sending Sending, all my love to you No pretending, I am defending Sending, all my love to you [Bridge: Durand] (Phonte) Sending, all my love to you (Oh yeah, yeah) Sending, all my love to you (Yeah, yeah) I am defending (I wanna send it on home) Sending, all my love to you [Outro: Phonte] Lemme just take it on, take it on to the house C'mon, c'mon Tigallo, be strong Be strong, Tigallo! Be strong, just take it home I know she get on your nerves sometimes But man, you got a good woman at home, man Just go home, it-it-it's 'bout 4:30 Ain't nothin open this time of night but legs and hospitals Just go home, just take it on home Martin Luther King did not die for niggas to be trickin off on HOES, nigga Just, just take it home (all my love to you) You the upstanding family manm you got a good thang, man C'mon Tigallo, c'mon Tigallo, be strong Be, be real strong I-I mean nigga, be REAL strong N-Nigga, be STRONG.. ...tss, the fuck?
Phonte
Sending
Love
Stro
Elliott
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[Intro: Killah Priest] Wassup, whats the deal? Feel so good tonight, heh heh Yo, this is the album right here, yeah Killah priest, I'm back I'm feeling good too Yeah, yeah Up in the house (yeah, waddup brooklyn) Right about now (waddup new york) Yo man (waddup cali) Yo (waddup midwest) I'm just ready to get into this Yeah (count em all down) So intimate I just cant believe I'm seein it with my own eyes on paper [Killah Priest] Yo, yo, yo Welcome to Black August This is the portrait of a poor kid That came to fortune Back before when I had nothin Just a pad busting dope rhymes like coke lines I carefully laid them out, then seperate them Then I would lace one It made my face numb Struck from a bass drum Then I would pass the pad like glass to my man And he would take some He used to shake from Overdosin, we both endulgin Eyes were bulgin, remaining focused But the brain was frozen It's the same as smokin We would just stand, just stare Film would appear, and tapes would start rollin It took us way back like a-tracks, it's so amazing My man used to say that, this ain't rap 'Priest, your lyrics, are too vivid' 'They more like pictures, you can feel it' 'Yo, you gifted', it flows like liquid, mystic I never witnessed such things as beautiful As unusual, like a musical [Chorus: Killah Priest] So say 'Black August', and that's the chorus It's so gorgeous, it's so beautiful, unusual And 'member y'all this is no rap These are moments captured on a kodak So hold that So say 'Black August', and that's the chorus It's that gorgeous, it's so beautiful, unusual And 'member y'all this is no rap These are moments captured on a kodak So hold that (So hold that, so hold that, don't hold back) [Killah Priest] Yeah, yo, yo Music fallin Like leaves in autumn I hope you caught one Please hold it close to you It's for the pupils, of the new school It's chicken noodles It's vitamins, rice and beans A nice cusine, you like it steamed Or broiled? Grab it like soil This mic is royal My pens a needle, my arms a notepad My thoughts a dope bag, my rooms a coke lab I cooked up tunes My homie smoked tash, and used to throw cash Out of born fishes, they want the raw lyrics Shoot or sniff it, you call it Alcoholics listen Smiling, while nodding off, mumblin 'This kid has talent' Then pass out, while spillin they quarts Then open up another gallon I smoke from a chalice, who wanna challenge? I spoke inbalanced Priest the magic man Presto, there goes your ghetto Colored, increase your level You gotta love it baby [Chorus] [Killah Priest] Yeah, uh huh, yeah I get em with the rhythm Twist em, spittin like exorcism A poets wisdom, give em vision, dialect Just listen, to productions Let it flush your system keep discussions To a minimum, watch me I'm winnin em Those imprisoned from the bling-bling Locked up like sing, sing Until I ginseng root Right into it like a fruit again Sight to the blind, speech to the mute, yeah [Talking: Killah Priest] It's all day man I can't believe what I'm hearin You know what I'm sayin? What I'm seein, it's beautiful I could go all day long, it's the life Yo, I could just keep going (Priest) Yeah, check it out, yo (Killah Priest, baby) [Killah Priest] My heart is jaded, star gazin, R rated Nickel-plated, manipulated It gets better when it ages So amazing, I say 'Amen' So majestic, emotions like a slow record It's like a epic, or a shiny necklace Catch me at the guestlist At Black August, check my performance I'm brainstormin, rain pourin, no need for umbrellas I'm tryna tell ya, best seller Thoughts angelic, soft like velvet Take off my helmet, the warriors home Like Centurions in Rome You know what I mean? I just zone I could go all day with this Just gimmie- where the hook at? [Chorus] [Fade out]
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Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin hell but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin like the old school Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch, I remember way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them niggaz swearin?" I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Heheheyah, that's right, it ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- [Grand Puba] Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber breakdancin to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nuttin like the old school! [Grand Puba sample repeats every bar to end] It ain't nuttin like the old school Hahahah, it ain't nuttin like the old school Hey, heheaha, on the real though, ain't nuttin like the old school ... Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin party? Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?" and motherfuckers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm) I remember goin places that motherfuckers was scared to say they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb Back in the motherfuckin old school nigga Remember skelly nigga? Knockin niggaz out the box, poppin boxes? Member stickball? Member niggaz to run that shit like that? Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window? (LL Cool J is hard as HELL...) The ice cream truck, member all the mother... Member the italian icey's yo? Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish niggaz comin down with the coconut icey's and shit? I came through the door, said it before That was the SHIT!
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