We could be fuckin’ ‘til we both blow nuts
I know we make each other crazy, we both fucked up
But we still call each other “Baby”
I’m on a mission to be dissed for life
I twist up my last blunt and reminisce on the night
You fight a good one, but give head better than shawty red
Well I’ll be in bed, but ready to take a 40 to my head
And wrap it up and lay my head in your lap and we laugh about it
Go out and we at it again up in the club when it’s crowded
Love is so clouded, you so sexy when you shouting
Hand on your hips, nibbling your lips while you pouting
Giggling when you see me, get heated
This ain’t the way I wanna be treated
I want it but I don’t need it
The cycle get repeated, I see it and wanna eat it
And beat it ‘til you’re dripping with sweat (you got me trippin’).
- Ugly People, “Complicated” (from the album “Ugly People”)
We gotta do our part to raise the youth the right way
So don’t let entertainers and actors do all ya dictating
We’re in a fucked up situation
Look at the state of our nation, and you can’t blame my occupation
Our future doctors and lawyers are being destroyed
We’re leaving voids for our girls and boys
I’ll save the preachin’ for the preacher man
But I’m a prophet in my own right - a teacher man
Plus it’s hard to win the game from the bleachers, man
So put me in, coach, our future’s hanging from a thin rope
For the past fifteen years we’ve seen heartache and pain
And I can’t blame it on Saddam Hussein
Middle Easterners are the new niggas
They took their culture and they land same way they used to do niggas
I ain’t down with it when innocent soldiers is killed
Son of a slave so I know how it feels.
- Money Mark Diggla, “Countin’ Stacks” (from the album “Chevy Money”)
That bitch is layin’ stiff and cold up in the fuckin’ casket
Everybody left the funeral, time to get some action
I hop up in the coffin, make it a two-people party
I must be fucked up in the head, fuckin’ a dead body
Rigamortis is extortin’ a smell that I can’t describe
But that ain’t on my mind as I slide my dick inside
And Karen starin’ at some dick that she ain’t never seen
Now, when the body’s stiff, it’s hard to go get in between
I’ll bust a nut and get you pregnant, make you have my baby
You stupid slut ass bitch, how you gon’ try and play me?
This ain’t no joke, I told you once before hoe don’t you push me
I’ll tie you up and stick dynamite in your pussy
That boy Assassin bringin’ pain, I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out
You know that shit you say is foul, you finna pay now
Before I finish, man, I gotta go do one more errand
I gotta mail my letter sayin’, “Watch your back, Karen!”
- Arabic Assassin, bonethugsnharmony5@yahoo.com
I’m approaching the stage weighing in at like 180 plus five
Though life is crazy at times, I keep a postiive mind
Willing and waiting to blast at haters
I wear size eleven that’ll make your face look like mashed potatoes
So if you step to me, approach with manners
Or I’ma have your face on the back of milk cartons, posters, banners
But if you don’t want problems stay away from me
My straps will slap ya back, make it look like you lived during slavery
I hate when a goon talk
I ain’t Michael Jackson but my gat will teach you how to moonwalk
Y’all slick, I see you leaking out like oil
So one from me and you’ll know how the oven feel when it’s on broil.
- Himalaya, vartis2001@yahoo.com
That’s right, I like swimming in all waters
From local hoodrats to president’s daughters
Dilated pupils on Penelope Cruz
Sippin’ bourbon with Uma Thurman on Carnival’s Cruise
And Anna Kournikova? I gotta call her over
I got somethin’ to serve her, swervin’ in the Rover
It’s all gravy, baby, nothin’ left to do but mash ‘em
Every last one of the Hot 100 from Maxim...
I’ll be your baller in the flesh, baby, ladies I be flossin’
Blu Cantrell and Rosario Dawson? Awesome!
Plus I reps for migente, like Dalia, Christina and Daisy Fuentes...
And when you hear J. Lo you still think, “Nice ass!”
Guess what? Josie Miran kept it real
Took me to Seventh Heaven with Jessica Biel
Feel me? You never ever wanna leave
Tricks up my sleeve, Cookouts with Eve
Sex on the beach, lemon twist and a cherry
And I’d Die Another Day just to be with Halle Berry.
- Fidel Cashflow, “Penetration” (from the album “Got Cash?”)
You see, I’m tired of all the hard work and everyday stress
I just wanna chill, sit back, and puff on some cess
Lot of shit’s on my chest and it’s fuckin’ with my health
Crazy thoughts goin’ through my head, gotta find wealth
Some say money won’t make you happy, but it’ll sure change my lifestyle
Tired of wishin’ for things, just wanna go cop ‘em
Sick of the man, tired of playin’ by his rules
Overworked and underpaid makin’ me wanna snatch some jewels
Stick niggas up! But yo, I’m on some other shit
Fuck livin’ off chump change, I wanna be rich
Can’t be standin’ on the corner pitchin’ rocks to the crackheads
When I was blessed with a talent, better ways to get bread
See the truth is I don’t even wanna be sinnin’
But growin’ up where I’m from leaves a nigga no options
I’m stressed, man, that’s why I’m tryin’ to find a better route
But I’ll put a dude to sleep if I get the right amount.
- BestRappa@aol.com, “Wut’s Ur Problem?”
Looks like ya man Dirty got some time on his hands
I’ve been left all alone, it’s time to advance
Get big like Drew Carey from Whose Line
Thanks for clappin’, y’all, you’re too kind
I’ma take my Face/Off like Nic Cage
Engage and insult ya - word to John Travolta
Most people got a head, but mine’s a holster
My mouth the chamber, my lungs the revolver
No wonder I smoke and aim to please
Battling is easy, I just aim and squeeze
Somebody call a sidewalk, outline chalker
You could view it, too - word to Barbara Walters
20/20 vision when I got my specs on
I kill when I spill - word to Exxon.
- Dirty Handed, Dirtyhanded@hotmail.com
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