Favorite Rap Lines

[Buzzkill]

Obviously not a definitive list, just a few favorites

"There's gonna be a lot of slow singin / and flower bringin / if my burglar alarm starts ringin" Biggie - Warning

"If I wasn't in the rap game / I'd probably have a ki knee deep in the crack game / cause the streets is a short stop / either you slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot" Biggie - Things Done Changed

[Triple Naitch]

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke I could never picture this
50 inch screen, money green, leather sofa
Got 2 rides, limousine with a chauffeur

[Gonzo]

the thugs kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust,
duckin' handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush,
out of town foes look shook but still pose,
we move like real pros through the streets we stroll...

Inspectah Deck on Duel of the Iron Mic

[Bad Guy]

whoomp there it is
shaka laka shaka laka shaka laka shaka whoomp

[Haze]

The first few bars of the second verse on "What Goes Around" by Move.Meant is pretty hot.

"So don't step on my blue suedes,
I know you like the way I sport 'em.
Got an addiction to kicks,
But back then I couldn't afford 'em.
Use to lace em up,
Wear out the store when I bought 'em.
Now I lace tracks,
And sell 'em at the store when I record 'em."

You can listen to the whole song here.

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[Triple A]

Chorus:
Cash Money Is A Army Nigga
A Navy Nigga
So if you ever try to harm me Nigga
It ain't gravy Nigga

- B.G. - Cash Money is an Army

[Sixx]

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got
Make Me so horny
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz
Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupie

[GOLDBERG'S BEST FRIEND]

I used to have a lot of bitches
Straight down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my broads
Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars

All My Bitches Are Gone Lyrics
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Too $hort:

I used to have a lot of bitches
Straight down for me
Doin' anything I said, even hoe on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my broads
Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack with a capital M
Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp
I keep my foot in your ass and wouldn't give a fuck
Get out her pocket, bitch you gettin' beat up
You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat my broad ass and she moved back home
Came in one night, I was buzzin'
Bitch tried to front me for fuckin' her cousin
She started yellin', man, the bitch got raw
I took one step back and went straight to her jaw
I gives a fuck that the bitch left
Cause all she ever got was some good dick
And it really ain't shit to find another bitch
Cause I'm a cool motherfucker and I'm hella rich
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you know he knows
Grab the mic nigga, fuck these hoes

Ant Banks:

Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a nigga just came up
Playin' games with the bitches
Thought a nigga might change but
I was tight thinkin' everything's all right
Doin' the same shit to a different bitch every night
Just dickin'em down like a gigolo
So you gotta peep game from a nigga though
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell'em
(Ain't no love, bitch)
So let's speak about a freak named Connie
Fucked the bitch tough, backstage at the Omni
I can't forget Constance, the bitch is so dumb
Quick to lick my nuts, suck my dick, and just hum
And these are just some hoes
That a nigga like tossed up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and lost but I ain't trippin'
They all got tramped
Used and abused till they all just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh
And I hate I gotta be that way
Goin' vicious on these bitches
Just made'em all leave today
But I know it won't last long
They sayin' fuck Ant Banks
Now all my bitches is gone

Too $hort:

All my bitches are gone, them bitches bounced
I had a gang of'em, now they can't be found
They ain't fuckin' with $hort Dog
Cause I'm from Oakland
You fuck with us bitch, somethin' gettin' broken
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part
Oakland motherfuckers'll break your heart
Until you recognize game in your face
You's a punk ass bitch, ain't never been no place
I can't hold back, now's the time
To leave your stank fake broke ass bitches behind
And move on like a player
I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even squares
Secretaries, nurses, and police women
I'm flyin' first class, nigga, fuckin' flight attendents
$hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog, beeyatch
(Ain't nothin' new nigga, come again)
All my bitches are gone, them bitches cut
But I really don't give a fuck
I always knew I didn't need that hoe
I got the game from the motherfuckin' E-S-O
And you can tell when I hit the place
All them star-struck bitches jump in my face
And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' niggas blowjobs

Ant Banks:

Yeah, and when a bitch wanna flirt
I put in work, treat'em all like dirt
And watch them get they feelin's hurt
Cause I'm a mack, hoe, listen to this rap, hoe
And you will know not to fuck around
You'll get slapped, hoe
For tryin' to fuck up the Ant Banks program
Steady saltin' with your stanky ass toe jams
You're mad cause I wouldn't spend no time
I'm with the homies, makin' cash
pullin' bitches and writin' rhymes
I'm just doin' what I got to do
I'm not fuckin' with you
Because your funky ass cock is through
So now I gotta get some new hoes
Some old school bitches
That's still ridin' trues and vogues
I want a freak with the gangsta look
That Ant Banks can hook
And the bitch better know how to cook
Cause I'm a nigga that'll eat some shit up
Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the fuck
Yeah $hort, you know how we do'em
Treat bitches like red lights and run right through'em
I got my mack on strong and my dick on long
So fuck it, all my bitches can stay gone

Too $hort:
Mine too
Ant Banks:
You know what I'm sayin'?
Too $hort:
Yeah, beeyatch
Ant Banks:
$hort Dog in the motherfuckin' house
Too $hort:
Nah nigga, you in this motherfucker
Ant Banks:
Bringin' this shit for nine-tre and nine-four
You know what I'm sayin'?
Get in where you fit in, hoes
Too $hort:
Before you need a check up from the neck up
Ant Banks:
Peace out
Fuck these bitches, man
Fuck these bitches, $hort,
Let's get out of here, man

[GOLDBERG'S BEST FRIEND]

Really, every Too $hort song pre-1994 has my favorite rap lyric.

[The Jayman]

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick aight
All your mens up in the jail before suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to
but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe
they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

[Miotch]

Girl you make my high come down
Ooooh you make my high-igh-igh come dowwwwwwwwwwwwn

[Savio]

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke I could never picture this
50 inch screen, money green, leather sofa
Got 2 rides, limousine with a chauffeur

Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin' kids on tricycles
And colliding with an 80-year old lady with groceries
There goes the cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties

[Savio]

I was reading a list of the 25 worst rap lyrics ever and came across this.

22."Thirty-eight revolve like the sun round the Earth."
Jay-Z, "It's Hot"
Album: Volume 3: Life and Times of S.Carter (http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&keywords=Jay-Z%20-%20%20Life%20and%20Times%20of%20S.Carter&tag=aboutcom-20&index=digital-music&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325)
And, Jay-Z skipped his Geography class.

He would have skipped astronomy.

[Indifferent Clox]

Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits
Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
Took an early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
and you would stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
You won't be laughing
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them then I forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.

Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts
Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
To hear the plane to crystal conscious
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
Now he's got soul
Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
Houston we have a problem
Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him"

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way. <!--ringtones and media links -->

[Malfeitor]

Immortal Technique - Obnoxious

"Daaamn homie, in high school I beat the shit out of you and your man homie
your girl wanna blow me and don't even know me
she lonely and she thinks your a phony
I take a piss on a development deal from Sony, or Def Jam
cuz your like all of the rest man
this ain't a verse it's shit talk at the end of the song
and you can suck a dick if you think I ended it wrong
fuck you and I'm gone, ha ha ha"

[Blitz]

Joan of Arc had a dildo named Jesus,
made of wood from the cross of it's namesake
and her orgasms were all omens
when she came it would fill her with right!

and when the light had finally left her
she lay ruined across her sheets
her mouth unhinged,
her shape like a victim
murdered, in a sleep without dreams

Joan of Arc was a warrior poet.
and she baptized the world in flame.
and she never stopped to wonder, for even a moment
why Jesus never came.
-B. Dolan, Joan of Arcadia

Strangely enough, while bringing back the real
I could sense intense resistance so I had no other choice but to cut the line
I'm not saying you're overly naive
I just think you should get into the habit of checking to see when strings are attached
Fortunate for you I'm compassionate enough to throw back what I catch
If it's underdeveloped and needs time to grow
Though I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you
And I want to kiss your lips better
-Sage Francis, Mermaids Are Seasluts

I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
and coffin rehearsal
I know a psychic who reads her own palms
and her findings are personal
She keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
well maybe she knows something i don't know
-Why?, Fatalist Palmistry

[OssMan]

Beats that are hard, beats that are funky
they could get you hooked like a crackhead junky

[Savio]

whats up with people not reading the title of this thread?

[Kapoutman]

"Je me bat pas pour la porsche mais pour un meilleur monde
avec mes petits bras
Souvent à cette époque où la terreur gronde
où la frayeur monte, je travaille sur moi chaque seconde
pour être un meilleur homme."

Translation:

I'm fighting not for a Porsche but for a better world
With my little arms
In this time where terror rules
Where fear rises, I work on myself every passing second
to become a better man.

Something like that.

[Sixx]

"Je me bat pas pour la porsche mais pour un meilleur monde
avec mes petits bras
Souvent à cette époque où la terreur gronde
où la frayeur monte, je travaille sur moi chaque seconde
pour être un meilleur homme."

Translation:

I'm fighting not for a Porsche but for a better world
With my little arms
In this time where terror rules
Where fear rises, I work on myself every passing second
to become a better man.

Something like that.

Best part.

[Kapoutman]

Yeah, in French you use "little" just to say it's unimportant, not to say they're literaly small. It doesn't translate well.

[Hornicane]

"That’s why I need ruby quartz glasses
’Cause when I glance there’s a chance I might blast the masses
Subliminals transmitted through piano
Integrated in flow
Calculated to the nano
I use skills when I need
Please heed the rhyme I hear when I plead when I proceed through time
I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles
By inducing reduction of cells and molecules
I bring the knowledge
You swallow the state
That’s a hologram
I box your head
Fatten your lip like collagen"
-Pharoahe Monch, H! Vltg3

[Sixx]

Yeah, in French you use "little" just to say it's unimportant, not to say they're literaly small. It doesn't translate well.

Petit bras?

Sounds awesome in English.

[SuperSlim]

From "Under the Influence"

Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron - Bizarre

From "Undead"

That shits as worse as it gets, this verse is over, I quit
Signed Charlie Scene.... on your girlfriend's tit

From "Til I Collapse"

Adrenalin shots of penicillin could not get the illin to stop
Amoxacillin's just not real enough
The criminal cop killin hip-hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of 'Pac listeners


You hate it but you know respect you got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me

[Kris P Lettus]

Explicit, I crystallize the rhyme so you can sniff it..

Rebel INS

[Kris P Lettus]

Too many to say, really..

[Gonzo]

Explicit, I crystallize the rhyme so you can sniff it..

Rebel INS

The Inspectah is my hero.

[Fignuts]

I'm a devious degenerate defender of the devil
Shut down all the trash compactors on the detention level.

[IrishBulldozer]

Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta - Ghetto Boys

That whole song is quotable.







rap is crap

[Emeye]

I'm far from broke, got enough bread. And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-Head. - Big L

Swallowin a collata pin, while I'm noddin in, and out on the ottoman, at the Ramada Inn, holdin on to the pill bottle and... - Eminem

The 44 pipe bomb with the steel barrell. Man I go cop coke wit a wheel barrel. - A.R. Ab

I inhale buds. I'm half baked like Chappelle was. I stay with personal to smoke, and I sell dubs. - Cassidy

[Indifferent Clox]

Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta - Ghetto Boys

That whole song is quotable.







rap is crap
you need to listen to some stuff on def jux and anticon then

[Gonzo]

I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with tofu,
Sit in the sun six hours then I charge up like Goku,
Dragonball Z; imagine you're raggin' me,
That's like walkin' through a Blood hood flaggin' a C...

RZA — Must Be Bobby

[Sixx]

Tofu isn't really gangsta, is it?

[Juan]

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws, motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata
Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata
What could they do to me that little brat
Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone
Cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
I'm troublesome

[ron the dial]

Fucked your mother at the Motel 8
Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake
Daddy walks in and see the sick clown
Moving his butt-cheeks up and down
Nate the Mack and Jump Steady
Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee
I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks
And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks

[Juan]

If I upset you, don't stress
Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy,
'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies?

[Gonzo]

Tofu isn't really gangsta, is it?

I wouldn't classify The Abbott as a "gangsta" rapper, faggot.

[Swiss Ultimate]

"Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing, Im'ma a start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers." (http://www.cracked.com/article_16158_11-most-unintentionally-gay-rap-lyrics-ever.html)
-Eminem

[Sixx]

I wouldn't classify The Abbott as a "gangsta" rapper, faggot.

You got a mancrush or something?

[Sixx]

Besides, the leader of Wu Tang is not a gangsta rapper?

[Juan]

Besides, the leader of Wu Tang is not a gangsta rapper?

That doesn't even rhyme. Try again, Sixx.

[Gonzo]

Besides, the leader of Wu Tang is not a gangsta rapper?

No.

[Sixx]

That doesn't even rhyme. Try again, Sixx.

What?

[ron the dial]

sixx i think it'd be best for you to avoid this thread

[Sixx]

Care to elaborate?

[ron the dial]

it doesn't appear so

[ron the dial]

i'm mixin my liquor
belligerent strippers
spill different mixers
on my favorite kickers
no more wishin to grip her
she's unzippin my zipper
not itchin to kiss her
but i'm fixin to twist her

[Sixx]

Witty.

[Juan]

You should seek a job with the Source magazine as a critic, Sixx.

[Gonzo]

Giancana Gambino with it,
Roll with Guerrillas and chrome,
Bullets they tore like the pillars of Rome...

Kool G Rap — Click of Respect

[Anybody Thrilla]

Between tweaks, he sweeps at Home Depot and reads
Mostly biblical, but not 'cause he believes
But found the lexicon of Jesus-heavy literature fly
Feverishly soaks up the information, high

***

Never having gathered, her rabid enthusiasm over language
Was fashioned around the aspirins in his cabinets
Asked her to read it, expecting flattery after the fact
This is an exact imitation of how she reacts:
"You ain't shit, man, your story's a joke
You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope"


Both of those are from the song "Fumes" by Aesop Rock

[Anybody Thrilla]

I can't explain it 'cause it's more than just a chip on my shoulder
It's the heart right below it that grows as you get older
Fuck global warming, you're born and you get colder
Your rhymes still run on gas, my spit's solar
Sicker than ebola
"Mite" like I was "Dole"
So if you wanna fight with a mic
Nice to know ya

-John Doe from "It's Over"

[Kris P Lettus]

She's got the best trout there can be, not your everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea..

-Method Man

[D Mac]

ICE ICE BABY

[therocksays]

IF THERE WAS A PROBLEM, YO I SOVE IT CHECK OUT THE HOOK WHILE MY DJ REVOLVE IT

[El Vaquero de Infierno]

Your daughter was a nice girl, now she is a slut
A queen treatin niggaz just like King Tut
Gobblin up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird
Suckin up the Lench Mob crew, and I'm comin third
Used to get straight A's, now she just skippin class
Oh my, do I like to grip the hips and ass
Only seventeen, with a lot of practice
on black boys jimmies and white boys cactus
Sorry sorry sir, but I gotta be brief
A lotta niggaz like bustin nuts in her teeth
Drink it up, drink it up, even though she's Catholic
that don't mean shit, cause she's givin up the ass quick
Quicker than you can say, "Candy,"
the bitch is on my Snicker... and oh man she
can take on three men - built like He-Men
Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen
Fourteen niggaz in line ready to bang yo'
pride-and-joy, I mean daddy's little angel
Tell the little bitch to bring her ass out the house
cause your daughter's known, for givin up the nappy dug out

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

"I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!"
[Cube] Givin up the nappy dug out!

[Interlude: Pops]

[Pops]
Look motherfucker you better get from in front of my house
with that old god damn bullshit
You girlie-ass motherfucker
You better get out of here witcho' fine ass
Man, youse a little fine motherfucker

[Verse Two]
Mister, mister, before you make me go
I'm here to let you know your little girl is a hoe
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad
Get her all alone and out comes the kneepads
I know she is a minor and it is illegal
but the bitch is worse than Vanessa Del Rio
And if you de-cide to call rape
we got the little hooker on tape, now:
tell the fuckin slut to please hurry up
and wear that dress that's tight on her butt
So I can finger-fuck on the way to the bed
Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead
Face turnin red from grabbin them ankles
Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes
You should hear how she sounds with a cock
And her boots get knocked, from here to Czechoslovakia
Two are on top, one on the bottom
First nigga got the boots; man, you shoulda shot him
cause after I got 'em it was over
Now niggaz get lucky like a four-leaf clover
on daddy's little girl.
She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel
So tell Cheryl to bring her ass home
cause the line at my house is gettin loooooooong, ay!

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two: (continued from previous)]

"I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!"
[Cube] Yeah.. yeah.. bitch, bitch givin up the nappy dug out!
"I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!"
[Cube] Yo..

[Savio]

Foxy kept you hot cuz you kept your face in her puss
what you think you gettin girls now cuz of your looks?

[Kris P Lettus]

Armed with 7 rounds for space do-do pistols..-Dr Octogon

[Juan]

For all you sucker MC's perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
You're the kinda guy that girl ignored
I'm drivin' Caddy, you fixin' a Ford
My name is Joseph Simmons but my middle name's Lord
And when I'm rockin' on the mic, you should all applaud
Because we're (wheelin, dealin, we got a funny feelin)
We rock from the floor up the ceilin
We groove it (you move it) it has been proven
We calmed the seven seas because our music is SOOTHIN
We create it (relate it) and often demonstrate it
We'll diss a sucker MC make the other suckers hate it
We're rising (suprising) and often hypnotizing
We always tell the truth and then we never slip no lies in
No curls (no braids) peasy-head and still get paid
Jam Master cut the record up and down and cross-fade
So Jay...

[Buzzkill]

Your daughter was a nice girl, now she is a slut
A queen treatin niggaz just like King Tut
Gobblin up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird
Suckin up the Lench Mob crew, and I'm comin third
Used to get straight A's, now she just skippin class
Oh my, do I like to grip the hips and ass
Only seventeen, with a lot of practice
on black boys jimmies and white boys cactus
Sorry sorry sir, but I gotta be brief
A lotta niggaz like bustin nuts in her teeth
Drink it up, drink it up, even though she's Catholic
that don't mean shit, cause she's givin up the ass quick
Quicker than you can say, "Candy,"
the bitch is on my Snicker... and oh man she
can take on three men - built like He-Men
Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen
Fourteen niggaz in line ready to bang yo'
pride-and-joy, I mean daddy's little angel
Tell the little bitch to bring her ass out the house
cause your daughter's known, for givin up the nappy dug out

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

"I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!"
[Cube] Givin up the nappy dug out!

[Interlude: Pops]

[Pops]
Look motherfucker you better get from in front of my house
with that old god damn bullshit
You girlie-ass motherfucker
You better get out of here witcho' fine ass
Man, youse a little fine motherfucker

[Verse Two]
Mister, mister, before you make me go
I'm here to let you know your little girl is a hoe
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad
Get her all alone and out comes the kneepads
I know she is a minor and it is illegal
but the bitch is worse than Vanessa Del Rio
And if you de-cide to call rape
we got the little hooker on tape, now:
tell the fuckin slut to please hurry up
and wear that dress that's tight on her butt
So I can finger-fuck on the way to the bed
Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead
Face turnin red from grabbin them ankles
Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes
You should hear how she sounds with a cock
And her boots get knocked, from here to Czechoslovakia
Two are on top, one on the bottom
First nigga got the boots; man, you shoulda shot him
cause after I got 'em it was over
Now niggaz get lucky like a four-leaf clover
on daddy's little girl.
She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel
So tell Cheryl to bring her ass home
cause the line at my house is gettin loooooooong, ay!

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two: (continued from previous)]

"I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!"
[Cube] Yeah.. yeah.. bitch, bitch givin up the nappy dug out!
"I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!"
[Cube] Yo..
Bro obviously nobody is going to read any of that. Favorite lines does not mean post the lyrics to a whole song.