Songs I Like

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Songs I Like

Artist: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz f/ Krayzie Bone, Mystikal
Song: I Don't Give A...

Artist: Twista f/ Yungbuck (Psycho Drama)
Song: Adrenaline Rush

Artist: B-Legit f/ E-40, Kurupt
Song: Check it Out

Artist: Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz f/ Krayzie Bone, Mystikal
Song: I Don't Give A...

(Lil' Jon)
okay....okay....okay....okay....okay....okay.....WHAAA, okay

(Chorus - Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz)
You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck
Sick of yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck
Drinkin' Cris in the V.I., I don't give a fuck
Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch I don't give a fuck
You gotta pocket full of money nigga, I don't give a fuck
You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch, I don't give a fuck
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck
Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck

(Verse 1 - Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz)
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas
I got that Eastside wit me, I don't give a fuck
Got that Westside wit me, I don't give a fuck
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas
I got that North side wit me, I don't give a fuck
I got that Southside wit me, I don't give a fuck
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck y'all niggas
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck y'all niggas
I got that dirty south wit me, I don't give a fuck
I got that midwest wit me, I don't give a fuck
If security step up we'll crush dem niggas
If security step up we'll crush dem niggas
I got that east coast wit me, I don't give a fuck
I got that west coast with me, I don't give a fuck

(Verse 2 - Mystikal)
Man I do this in spite, my mom ain't married, bitch I'm a bastard
Nigga I fuck over me, you know what I do to these rappers
They come in here huffin' and puffin'
and screamin' and cussin' and bustin' they verses
Nigga you betta calm yo' ass down unless you excited to see me in person
I'm rollin' with thugs and felons ughhh, that's cuz it's own killaz
We gon' teach you ol' punk ass niggas to respect us authority figures
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin' up in the club
You're going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya
Listen let's not to get shook, but I ain't the one to come lookin'
Cuz all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook
I fuck big fine bitches, my dick get hard, watch it grow
Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don't it
Now tell me that ain't the life, tellin' me my niggas ain't for life
Now tell me that shit ain't tight
tell me that y'all wanna be just like me
I beat these bitches down, I watch these powers up
Nigga you talkin' shit (huh) hoe you tryna POWER UP

(Verse 3 - Krayzie Bone)
Y'all niggas ain't ready for this, muthafuckas ain't steady for this
Cuz y'all still ain't learn, nigga got a 4-4 cocked
In a flick so hot make a muthafucka feel that burn
Niggas ain't workin' wit an earn
You stay up off my dick don't back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em
Back up off of this nigga
the one nigga that fucked up they set up the talkin
Barkin' betta block 'em off the nigga talkin, sparkin
Betta watch and dodge and never mind me call it
Where da thugs at up in this bitch, fuck a nigga up y'all represent
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen
Naw just gimme both and I'll mix it all in
Who wanna take a lil' sip of this in, let me get ya twisted man
Niggas on fire, don't stop droppin' dem that's a lie, we just won't die
We come back fightin' and never hide it or ever this time
Wit venomous rhymes
So any nigga wanna get involved, what you think you can fuck wit my dogs
Nigga you thinkin' you rubbin' us while we're thuggin this
Did you think you can fuck wit us, BONE, BONE-BONE-BONE-BONE
You ready to do this the hell with the song
We ain't gotta tell you it's on, you know this
poppin' the glock to put a stop to the ho shit
Y'all still can't fuck wit us and never will because
we too fuckin' cold, too fuckin bold
Now tell me these souls is ready to roll with them goddamn Bone

(Chorus - Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys)
You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck
Sick of yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck
Drinkin' Cris in the V.I., I don't give a fuck
Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch I don't give a fuck
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don't give a fuck
You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch, I don't give a fuck
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck
Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck

Artist: Twista f/ Yungbuck (Psycho Drama)
Song: Adrenaline Rush

What happens when you combine the darkness with the light?

[Yungbuck]
I'm bringing pain like two bad nurses, and the pain from these here
motherfuckin verses ridiculous thirstses involving hearses
to the dirt shit first picks and use'n autos to work with
Slugs to the shirt shit (just to squirt shit)
A wicked hit with an expert kick
and burst 'til the earth split leave you hurt bitch
Show you how worser than worst get in the zone
See the vein when the pain repel
and then they closin the curtains bitch
(when adrenaline's pumpin')
I don't understand discussion, only hear certain shit
I'm a misunderstood nigga and I'm off my square high
Got me reversin clips and dispersin shit

[Twista]
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
to make me wanna jump off of the edge
I'm charged off of suckers gettin shot up off the ledge
No pain, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head
(so tell me what it said)
Retaliate with lethal repercussion
I feel the reefer rushin
to go into thangs, like it's a wicked stick
Took the Benadryl, hot like I'm fin' ta steal
to get the kickin shit
for niggaz and bitches that I kick it with
I was born to get you pumped up
it's like some lead bust cause I give motherfuckers a head rush
Then yo' head bust when you jumped up
Cause what I said must've got you geeked, my eyes red puffed
from smokin shit that niggaz hit on to die
Make me wanna slip the clip on the side
And if you act a bitch on the side, if we have to
then the whole Westside'll let the shit go on and ride
when the trigga bust

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
That's your adrenaline rush
like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
to make his opposition chest kick up and jump
when you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rush
like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
to make a trigger pick up and dump
so turn the bass, kick up and bump
and let the rhythm hit off the trunk

[Twista]
pullin up and bailin out like we're carsick, I'm ready to start shit
start up buryin some heads like an ostrich
and unload the whole cartridge and throw the shells out the garbage
the hardest of motherfuckers could never achieve what I've accomplished
Yungbuck's my accomplice
Located his existance with my sixth sense like a compass
and starting on a journey established to stop this
rushin up the hearts of the niggaz to get em charged
what's the real reason?
All you haters try to murder me so now it's kill season
And even though I'm still bleedin
I'm comin after you cause I'm still breathin
And y'all can't trace me
I bury my victims in the wall like gacey too lyrical
and since its nipple my umbilical these flows is critical
This music is miracle like I'm biblical
Killin like I'm nuttier than buddy love
and still wouldn't leave a bloody glove and start the truck up
and speed the fuck up getaway smokin this blunt
Dump the adrenaline eruptin my viens I'm pumped up

[Yungbuck]
And I'm calibrated at 360 degrees
See that's 300 niggaz that gon die about 60 slugs to do this deed
(Psycho Drama) we too much for the industrialistic fuck
with this on the brink of fuckin up some shit
Dismantle deduct some shit
It's hard to imagine what niggaz got nerves to do
(what niggaz got nerves to do)
So I guess I'll just take that fuckin' nerve from you
then think what I'm on the verge to do
And I got the urge to ooh let semi close yo curtains fool
from killin the verses fool I be one of the worstest dude
(you the who?)
I'm the worstest workin about 9 millimeters above your surface
unleash these thangs then I defeat yo purpose bitch you hurtin

[Chorus]

Artist: B-Legit f/ E-40, Kurupt
Song: Check it Out

To a top top top....big rigga

Check it
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it

B-Legit:
It ain't cell in this town that can hold
And fuck the task force cuz them suckas tried to fold me, scold me
Told me if I move that they was blastin
Got me to the station, hella questions they be askin
Who's the Big Balla, Who supply your crew
Who got the big birdies in the box is it you?
I never said a word cuz nigga I don't do so
You fools got some question better ask the lawyer Rouseau

Kurupt:
I'm so international
All about my cashional
18 million rational (speak mice)???
What you want fool dogg tell me what you need
'Bout a couple pints of Hennisse an eighth of weed
Seems time gettin shorter
Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters
Kurupt, B-Legit, and 40 water
Niggaz oughta
Get to Swervin'
Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin'

E-40:
Squa, Squa,Squab music
Mobb Music
Right on a muthfucka and draw down on his ass music
The 213 the 41510
Pull a ho without a muthafuckin tug of war
40 Water your playa patna
Ever since the womb
I been a tycoone
Actin up (Actin up)
Actin tough (Actin tough)
Actin bad with all kinds of guns and stuff

X4
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin big rigga

Kurupt:
I got a half a ounce
And a 'four to bounce
Half a brick to flip
Large amount accounts
Live as a young nigga with loot don't count
Live as a young nigga with loot turned out
You know it ain't nothing to it but to do it
Flow like fluid
You's inlcuded
Pursue it
Subdue it
And run through it
Doin what I do is hard to maintain my composure
Ah man they came through with no douja

B-Legit:
The muthfuckin county ain't no place for the savage
A Cock hound dank smokin nigga 'bout his cabbage
But if I'm ever caught I'm a ride my shit
Divorce my broad
But nigga keep my bitch
Bury my mail in my momma backyard
Steeady poppin' chyme to correctional guards
They fucks wit my crew cuz they claim that we be trouble
Them niggaz from the V to the H-I Double
I'm tryin to get this party tonight at this motel
A gang a bitches there
Some more on my voice mail
Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths
My homey K-1 rollin blunts at the crib
First I take a hit
Strolls like a pimp
The muthafuckin savage with the million dollar limp
Another big day for this timin ass balla
Hit the block stock in my ninety fin impala
Let them pipes holla
I know I'm looking saucy
19 shots sittin next to my 40
Snatch my knot
Shake the spot and gets far
Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin rap star

X4
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin big rigga

E-40:
I open shop with sixteenth of powder to a whole zip
To a half ham now I'm sitting kilograms
Niggaz 'spect me to the upmost cuz I'm highly spoken 'bout
Niggaz love me because I'm all about my paper route
I keep my lawyers and my bail bondsmen paid shiiiit
For all I know they might decide to raid shiiiit
Back in the day po-po was easily out-smarted
But now they got some new and improved state of the art

B-Legit:
Now its going down am I living in the past
This modern day slavery takin' toll on my ass
You either take me in or let's this timer go
Or if you got some charges nigga let this timer know
I told you I'm a rapper
Love to entertain
Catch me on the stage with a mic spittin game
Legit's my name and you can even ask your daughter
About Kurupt, B-Legit and 40 Water

X8
From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top hat ballin big rigga