Archive for category 4
45 Grave – Slice O’ Life
Livin in a nightmare
I wake up and you’re still there
Gonna tell you what to do
Gonna turn the screw
I’m wearing my coonskin cap
Cause you know that’s where it’s at
The good, the bad, and the bloody
Never on Sunday
My mom had a bad dream
She was eating coffee ice cream
I was in a nightmare
With fuzzy wuzzy hair
You’ll be home now
Where everything’s just the way you like
You’ll be home now
Everything’s just mighty nice
You’ll be home now
With ice cream and candy and good things to eat
You’ll be home now
You’re so nice, you’re very sweet
You say you developed a taste
For the flesh of your own race
You’re a bloodthirsty butcher man
With a french-fried hand
You’ll be home now
Where everything’s gonna be alright
You’ll be home now
It’s nice to take your time
You’ll be home now
Sit down, relax, and just watch TV
You’ll be home now
If I was you, then you’d be me
You’ll be home now
45 Grave – Procession
Every night you can hear a sound
Pulsating all around
Every night you can hear a sound
A sound that won’t go down
Late at night, she awakes
Arrising from her tomb
Late at night, she walks the streets
She comes in, in search of you
Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you
Late at night, she awakes
Arising from her tomb
Late at night, she walks the streets
She comes in, in search of you
Late at night, she walks alone
Preparing for her feast
Bitches in black, creature of lust
With the pain that they unleash
Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you
Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you
Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you
Black flowers, black dress
White faces are for her
When the procession of love goes by
They search for you
45 Grave – Phantoms
With absence of your lessons
The passion of your crimes
Engulfed in heated fires
Wet from the sweat of your nights endeavors
Does it make any sense to come here tonight
Oh they’re trying to confuse you
‘Cause nothing works quite right
Surrounded by a secret
Growing old with your lies
You can’t compete with it
Where the phantoms reside
Can’t run away with it
Those phantoms are your lies
Haunted by voices from deep in your minds
Locked in memories too painful to recall
I want to know the truth
Surrounded by a secret
Growing old with your lies
You can’t compete with it
Where the phantoms reside
Can’t run away with it
Those phantoms are your lies
With absence of your lessons
Growing old with your lies
You can’t compete with it
Where the phantoms reside
Can’t run away with it
Those phantoms are your lies
Surrounded by a secret
Growing old with your lies
You can’t compete with it
Where the phantoms reside
Can’t run away with it
Those phantoms are your lies
45 Grave – Partytime
Oh, she never had a chance
Oh, she was only five years old
Pity the poor darling now
Oh, she never had a chance
Death come quick
For a girl
Victim of a homicide
Cut and beaten
Brutally raped
The five year old
Didn’t escape
Her mom and friend
Did her in
Cigarette burns
On her arms
From her mom and her friend
He had a whip
To hit her again
Do you wanna party? It’s partytime
We gotta party! It’s partytime
Oh, she never had a chance
Oh, she was only five years old
She was unaware
Oh, she never had a chance
Her grand mother
Was sent to jail
Except Veronica
Her older sister
She wasn’t loved
For a dime
Where ever she is
It’s partytime
Do you wanna party/It’s partytime
We gotta party/It’s partytime
Do you wanna party/It’s partytime
We gotta party/It’s partytime
It’s partytime
It’s partytime
It’s partytime
It’s partytime
45 Grave – Insurance From God
Men coming at me
Knocking at your front door
Would you like to be free
Would you like to know more
Like a good neighbor
He will be there
As long as he gets it
An equal share
Insurance from God
You’re in good hands
A piece of the rock
He understands
Christians aren’t perfect
They’re only slaves
So they won’t have to wait for
Insurance from God
Black ties, white shirts
Little red ten speeds
Kick them with black boots
So they won’t have to wait for
Insurance from God
You’re in good hands
A piece of the rock
He understands
Christians aren’t perfect
They’re only slaves
Crucify them
So they won’t have to wait for
Insurance from God
Cash in your policy
Wouldn’t ya like to be free
I’m the collector of your soul
Wouldn’t you like to follow me
Wouldn’t you like to be free
Wouldn’t you like to know more
45 Grave – Bad Love
To you, the deception is clear
The time has come to realize your fear
Hating you, as I surmise
The pain of it all isn’t worth the prize
Loving you, isn’t worth the pain
But I’ve really done some stupid things
Meeting you, was a stupid mistake
But right there you were on the make
Loaded with dough
Waiting for me
Though it was cool
Though it was free
I can see things
In a different light
Born too late
To see things right
To, you, here’s the prize
This gun barrel in-between your eyes
I see you, shake with fear
With those words, I say me dear
Under the covers, under the light
Cover your head with the sheets tonight
No control, the piss runs out
Defecation runs in my mouth
Hating you is such fun
Shooting darts is just half the fun
Your blood is red, your skin is white
Is the rope a little bit too tight
I love you, it’s the truth
That’s why I am killing you
There is blood on your sheet I
I bet your feel really neat
Loaded with dough
Waiting for me
Though it was cool
Though it was free
I can see things
In a different light
Born too late
To see things right
40 Thevz – One For The Money
[Featuring Coolio]
Chorus: Repeat 4X
One for the money, two for the show,
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one.
Verse 1: P.S., Coolio, Lek Ratt
Hey, that nigga Ronno get stress.
Say what? Is that right?
I heard he wont see the streets ’till he about forty-five.
And guess what? All this, behind a mean ol’ bitch
That he was tossin’ her and flossin’ with.
But, it got serious, he got thinkin’ she was really his
And really she was out for the chips.
You mean she was out for the ones?
Yeah, she was one those type that like to get
Her hair done, so that she could look fly for you
But lie to you, in a minute.
I bet every time he turned his back anotha
Nigga was up in it.
Yeah, I seen him up at the mall spendin’ up all his riches
With this girl on his hip smilin’ from cheek to cheek,
And he was tellin’ me some bullshit about gettin’ married in a week.
He was carrying Doolieaburke in Armani bags (Ha-ha)
I gave him some dap, but I really wanted to laugh at his dumb ass.
Somebody must of told him girls just wanted to have fun,
But he was dumb and full of cum cause all she wanted was…
Chorus
Verse 2: Lek Ratt, Coolio, P.S.
Some fools ain’t got no game at all
Gettin’ sprung on the draws
And they forget who they are,
He even bought her a car.
He bought her a car?
Yeah, nigga, that Baretta you saw her dippin in.
All of a sudden, she ain’t got no time to spend with the nigga
That’s spendin the chips.
Man, those bitches ain’t shit.
Instead of hittin’ it, there forgettin it,
He started babysittin it.
She was four months pregnant and the baby wasn’t even his.
Plus, she got another kid by another nigga.
And now, it’s gettin’ more expensive than he originally figured.
So, he went out and got himself a part time job
And on the weekend he hooked up with the homies
And got his part time rob on,
To bring the cheese home.
But she was still ungrateful,
Cause the money that he used to spend on her
He had to spend it on baby clothes.
He should of saw the game comin’
But bein’ in love is like bein’ drunk
He didn’t know that she was out for the ones.
Chorus
Verse 3: P.S., Coolio, Lek Ratt
Come to find out all this time they was trippin’.
She was showin’ some other nigga all they secret positions.
Spendin’ money on him, while he spendin’ money on her.
I knew by the time it was over that somebody would end up gettin’
Hurt.
You ain’t never lyin’. I knew she wasn’t right cause
The homies used to be touchin’ all on her big ol’ ass,
And all she did was laugh.
And if you try to tell him,
He’d get mad and wanta scrap.
And if he thought anybody wanted that pussy, he’d react.
Yeah, I know what you talkin’ bout.
The nigga used to be a mac and hustler
And then he started sniffin’, wearin’ snake boots and shit,
Then lost all his tennis shoe pimpin.
He had some business out of town and wanted to surprise her
By comin’ home early,
And sho nuff found out homegirl was doin’ the dirty.
To make a long story short
Now we gotta go to court,
Cause he walked in on him and her fuckin’,
And cut both of they throats.
I guess that’s why these niggas be scratchin’ and clawin’
For crumbs cause they got a pocket-pinchin’ hoe
At home and all she want is ones.
Chorus: Repeat 10X
40 Thevz – Mad Doggin
Intro:
Huh! Wooh! Uh!
I got my real niggaz in the house.
Some real motherfuckin men,
Know what I’m sayin’?
Ain’t no hangups, ain’t no insecurities here, nigga.
What you think?
You thought I was playing games or something?
Verse 1:
I see niggaz lookin’ at me like I done beat up there momma,
But we ain’t got no beef it’s just a struggle for powa’.
See, when niggaz get together they be trippin’
Eyeballin’ me just to catch my attention.
Shit is gettin’ serious, if you didn’t notice,
Niggaz is bustin’ instead of comin’ from the shoulders.
I can speak for Cali, but I can’t speak for you.
You either step with your weapon or you step with your crew.
M-Mad Doggin, red eyein, it’s all the same
Chumps might as well ask what set I claim. (Where you from?)
Lookin’ at me as If I was a enemy, but if I’m the enemy,
You better take a look in the mirror, G.
Could it be I look like someone you know,
Someone you knew,
Or someone you done somethin’ too?
You better tuck in your leather for your trip
Cause you never know when the night is who you might be fuckin wit’.
Chorus: Repeat 2X
Mad doggin’. Mad doggin’. Ain’t no need to be mad doggin.
Why you wanna be mad doggin me?
Why you wanna be mad doggin me?
Why you wanna be mad doggin me, tryin’ to start some beef,
I got the hog in me.
Verse 2:
Why you wanna be mad doggin me?
I don’t fuck with nobody, unless they fuckin’ with me.
I can be the rough type if you wanted it,
But most quit when they find out who they dealin’ wit.
I hate the type of niggaz that come to dabble
Up and down shit, down to face shit.
Heinsight tryin’ to prove that they got us to pick
The wrong time, wrong place, now it’s time to get it started.
Bump that talk, if you can walk that walk
With a mouthful of salt given facial assaults.
Gary, Tom, Dick, and Mary,
Nigga, you don’t scare me.
I got a homie by my side,
His name is Dirty Harry.
I don’t really wanna have to blast nobody
So don’t be starin’ at me like you plannin’ on robbin.
Now you ain’t no tough guy, no rough lie, nigga,
Keep starin’ at me you be a busted eye nigga.
Chorus
Verse 3:
Now the 40 Thevz don’t be slippin’ or trippin’
Or startin’ no shit when it’s time to handle business.
What happened to the love?
I think it faded out late back in the sixties.
Now, I got every single nigga out to get me,
Lookin’ at me crooked eye, when the dealer could be starin’ at
Suicide.
I really can’t call it,
But niggaz get this when you ballin’,
And ain’t involved in it.
So, now you wanna give me evil stares,
Not that I really care,
But why you wanna be mad doggin me?
Outro:
Lookin’ at me like I stole somethin’ from you.
I probably did.
But you don’t know that.
Chorus: Repeat 5X
40 Thevz – All I Wanna Do
[Featuring Malika]
Chorus: Malika, P.S.
All I wanna do is spend some time with you.
And all I wanna do is bump ‘n grind with you.
Can we get together when the time is cool?
It’s alright with me, if it’s alright with you.
Verse 1: P.S.
When I first met you, wasn’t lookin’ for a wife
Just somebody, to keep a nigga warm in the night.
Since you was down, freakin’, we can do some meetin’,
Parlayin’, I got half on the boom in the trunk.
But you gotta understand girl, I’m a man girl,
Don’t go gettin’ yourself mixed up in somethin’ you can’t handle.
So, if it’s good to you, like it’s good to me
Then we can kick it, but I ain’t tryin’ to be in no commitment.
I got too much stress dealin’ with the system
And tryin’ to provide a house and home for my children.
Cause women be trippin’, when they don’t get no attention,
And I ain’t in the position,
So you can’t take care the loot, it’s yo decision.
Chorus: Malika, P.S.
All I wanna do is spend some time with you.
And all I wanna do is bump ‘n grind with you.
Can we get together when the time is cool?
It’s alright with me, if it’s alright with you.
Verse 2: Malika
Talk for a minute, but don’t wear my ears out,
I want some time, you wanna grind, we gon have to work this out.
I never said I love you, I’m just not your hoe,
And you gon have to show, you got some somethin’ for a sister grow.
I wanna post up twenty foreplay, Bombay,
Bump the O.J. sixty-nine ways.
Gotta keep it real cause there ain’t no future in this.
I wanna talk, you wanna stick,
Kiss the lips, hit it quick.
I got news for you, we bout to compromise,
Boo, you even see the thighs, you gon have to spend
A lotta time tryin’ to paperchase.
But you gon have to break me off
For that tryin’ to play me off,
Don’t mistake me to be soft.
Chorus: Malika, P.S.
All I wanna do is spend some time with you.
And all I wanna do is bump ‘n grind with you.
Can we get together when the time is cool?
It’s alright with me, if it’s alright with you.
All you wanna do is bump ‘n grind with me.
And all you wanna do is spend some time with me.
We can bump ‘n grind but not for free.
Well, you better get a hustle or a j-o-b.
Verse 3: P.S.
All of a sudden wanna play me like Willie Lumplover.
Ain’t nothin’ like a thief, I saw the game comin’.
Say you got one,
Three months in the oven,
And you need a nigga to break you off somethin’.
But Mrs. Butterworth, tell me what it’s worth,
Want me to play like I played in a church,
But I ain’t even got it, if I did I wouldn’t do it.
It was cool, but let’s call it a truce, and come anew.
Cause I know you ain’t pregnant, that’s just a weapon women sometimes
Use to keep their nigga from steppin’.
Take the good with the bad and the bad with the good,
I thought you understood you was fuckin’ wit a nigga from the hood.
I’m a type of man that understand your needs,
But I can’t pay you cause I got too many mouths to feed.
So what you wanna do, you gotta let me know,
Cause females come quicker than the metro.
Chorus, Repeat 2X: Malika, P.S.
All I wanna do is spend some time with you.
And all I wanna do is bump ‘n grind with you.
Can we get together when the time is cool?
It’s alright with me, if it’s alright with you.
4 Runner – Ripples
There’s one thousand seven hundred and forty-two
People in this little town
And that one proverbial horse
And everybody here’d be more than happy
To spread a little gossip ’round
If it ain’t about them, of course
The bank’s called in Bubba’s note
The Higgins boy’s done got on dope
And ol’ man Dodd’s been peeping through windows with a telescope
How can there be
CHORUS:
So many ripples in this tiny puddle
So many hearts tossed on this little storm
In a town this shallow
When you stur it you’ll find trouble like
So many ripples in a tiny puddle
Last year the local mayor got caught
Doin’ the breast stroke in the typin’ pool
Now that’s hands-on politics
And Bubba’s land, the banker bought it cause he knew
That’s where they’re building the county school
He’s gonna get rich again
And two seniors are havin’ babies
Ain’t no ifs, ands or maybes, cause
When you hear it from the Avon lady, its the gospel truth
How can there be
CHORUS
Bridge:
It’s a tempest in a teapot
It’s a roaring little mouse
We call it the Days of Our Lives on the rural route
CHORUS