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• Titre : Stars Scat
• Album : Caravan Palace
• Année : 2008

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• Titre : '88
• Album : Totally Flossed Out - EP
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

Break it
Bop it
Niggas beat-boxin'

[Verse 1:]
I do what I do like I do it for TV
I guess what I'm doin' I'm doin' to keep the...
Shoes on my feet sweeter than sweet peas
So you sucker MC's really can't out-step me
I grab 'em like I rock 'em from 9-5
Self employed, kickin' [? ] is my hobby and job
Easy rock be's with bass, ladies callin me Rob
Bass, bass, bass, bass
I'm on my '88 shit
Cuban link chains and Gezel frame lens
Guess Jeans, stone-washed
Rockin' top 10 beats
Flickin' on my fit
I got my foot lookin like a '88 draft pick
Is that sick? It gets sicker than the flu
And sir, you came to pretend I'm [? ]
Attain you a class on how to be cool
And in fact, I'm the superintendent of the school
Uh, yeah and I'm back on my job
I press and twist knobs
Just to make your head nod
All you wack rappers need to keep your day job
And my work here is done, I'm a take the day off

[Chorus:]
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back

[Verse 2:]
We know who this be, it's me, no secrets
Stuck to the beat and glued to the sequence
Igloos [? ] than we is
You can catch us walkin on the weekend
While you awkwardly breathin
From all the second hand smoke
Nigga, you a square
Lit you at the tip, blow it in the air
We don't play fair
And that's a fact
Separate the people from the squares
Like a nicotine patch
Lookie here, quite honestly (that just made no sense)
You're gonna have to pardon me
I'm a modern day fly machine
Yes sir, that's absurd
But the best word to describe would be "ah"
Piffed, mad as me
Which hand is free?
Shake the one that is and I gotta handle my biz
Until I got the achin ribs
Salute to all them scally-wags and fresh kids, yes

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
We can dance if you wanna (80s thing, idk where he got that line from)
We can leave your friends behind
Cause if your friends don't dance
And if they don't dance
Then they ain't no friends of mine
Yo, it just hit me
I'm the fresh prince
And that means I'm Will (as in WIll Smith from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air)
And I chill with the chicks
In the week on the real
It might feel like a kick in the back
From gorillas, but chill that's the skill that I pack (sounds weird but that what he said, improvement from [? ])
Yes son, you need to rock while I do the wop
Old schoolers bop cooler while we movin through the spot
Dancin through the roof '88 frames on Adidas track suit
Ask who? Be quiet when the game's on (relates to the next line about championships)
Cause I'm in champion ship
And I going through time in my championship
We cannot fall
So I'm leaving you with these 3 words
Yes, yes ya'll

[Chorus:]
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back
(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)
(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin)
Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat
Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back

Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and
Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin
Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and
Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin
Paroles Mania

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• Titre : Rappers Delight
• Année : 1985

Paroles :

[Redman]
Ha Ha
Turn me up a little bit Haha
What'cha know about it
What'cha know about it
Uh Uh
I said a hip hop the hippie
the hippie to the hip hip a hop and ya don't stop
A rock on baby bubba to the boogety bang
bang the boogie to the boogety beat
Now what'chu hear is not a test I'm a rappin to the beat
It's just me the groove and my squad we gonna try to move your feet
See I am the doctor spoc and I'd like to say hello
A to the black to the white the red and the brown
the purple and yellow
Well, first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to
Bang bang boogie let's rock you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Now, so far you heard my voice a but I brought 2 friends along
And next on the mic is my man E come on E sing that song

[Erick Sermon]
Well I'm imp the dip the ladies pimp
The womens fight for my delight
Cuz im the grandmaster with the 3 MCs
That shocked ya house for the young ladies
And when ya come inside into the front
And you do the freak spank and you do the bump
An When a sucka MCs tryin to prove a point
They trust this trio and wit a serious joint
And from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit back and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that lyricals never cease
I created a devastated masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
EVERYBODY! I said it goes like this
See I was comin home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she heard stories and she heard fables
That I Mrs. On the mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
Start rockin through this rhyme like I never did before
She said damn fly guy I'm in love wit'chu
Said that casanova led ya musta been true
I said by the way baby what's your name?
She said I go by the name of Lois Lane
And you could be my boyfriend you truly can
Just let me cut my boyfriend called Superman
I said he's a fairy I do suppose
Flyin through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy or even cute
But he look like a sucka in a blue & red suit
I said I need a man who got finesse
and his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But he can't rock a party through the early light
He can't satisfy you with his little worm
But I can bust you out with my Supersperm
I go do it - I go do it - I go do it - do it - do it
And I'm here and I'm there
And I'm big bad E and I'm everywhere
So just throw your hands up in the air
And party hard like you just don't care
And just do it and don't stop y'all
A tick a tock y'all and ya don't stop
It goes ho-tel, mo-tel What'cha gonna do today(Say Wha'?)
I'm gonna get a fly girl, I'm gonna get some spankin'
Drive off with a def OJ
Everybody go, Ho-tel, Mo-tel Hoilday Inn(Say Wha'?)
I say if your girl start actin' up
Then you take her friend
I say Skip, Dive What can I say?
I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
And leave the rest to Master Gee
So he can shock the house!

[Keith Murray]
Well I'm the M - A - S - the T - E - R a G with the double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Keith Murray
Well, my name is known all over the world
by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I'm feelin the highs and your feelin the lows
The beat start gettin into your soul
You start snappin your fingers and stompin your feet
And moving your body to the shore shot beat
And then DAMN! You start doin the freak
I mean DAMN! Right outta your seat
And then you throw your hands high in the air
Your rockin to the beat and shake your derriere
Your rockin to the beat without a care
'Cause the shore shot MCs from the affair
Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I gotta slim face and a pair of brown eyes
All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize
I said a on and a on an on on an on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a on and a on an on on an on
Like a hot butta pop ta pop hippie hippie pop ta pop pop
you don't dare stop
Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got
I guess by now that you can take a hunch
And find that I, am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep it strive
Cuz all I'm made to do is wiggle your behind
An sing a on and a on an on on an on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a on and a on an on on an on
Rock, rock y'all, and get on the floor
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there
I'm gonna freak you out of this atmosphere
Cuz I'm one-of-a-kind, I shocked your mind
Look what they did Gee, No diggity about your behind
I said a one, two, three, four
Come on girls a-get on the floor
Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got
Cuz I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said a one, two, three, four
Tell me Dr. Spoc What are you waitin' for?

[Redman]
I said a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop
An ya don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat
Skippity we bopp we rock a scooby doo
A guess what america we love you
Cuz you rock & you roll with a so much soul
A you could rock till you 101 years old
I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast
But Def Squad's like butter on ya breakfast toast
A rock it out a baby bubba a baby bubba to the boogety
Bang bang the boogie to the beat beat
It's So unique come on everybody
Let's dance to the beat
Have you ever went over a friend house to eat
And the food was just no good?
I said the macaroni's sour, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
I said you try to play it off, like you thinkin' you can
By sayin' that chu're full
And then your friend says, Mom, he's just bein' polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, thats bull!
So your heart start pumpin' and you think of a lie
And you say that you arleady ate
And then your friend says, Man, there's plenty of food
So he piles some more on your plate
And while the stinky food's steamy
Your mouth starts a-dreamin' of the monent it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate, and your chicken's slowly rottin'
And the somethin' that look like cheese
Then you say, that's it, I got to leave this place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this Ug-ly food that stinks
So you bust out the door, while it's still close
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle uh Kaopectate
And then you call your friend a two weeks later To see how he has been
And he says I understand about the food, Baby Bubba
But we're still friends
A wit a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop
You don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat

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• Titre : Shoot Me Down
• Album : Tha Carter III
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

Open up your hearts people
Page 1. Chapter 1. Verse mother fucking 1.

Yeah, Uh huh, I'm Drinkin hot tea bitch. Feel me,
yeah now if you let me you wont regret me,
Shit if you let me you wont forget me.
Remember? And if you don't I'd - hold up.. *bang bang*
there's a reminda.
I ain't kinda hot I'm sauna,
I sweat money and the bank is my showa, ha ha
And that pistol is my towel, ha ha
so stop sweatin me coward.
And I would die for hours, ride for hours, supply the flowers.
This is history in the makin,
now shut the fuck up and let me make it.

Chorus :
Please don't shoot me down,
cuz I'm flyin, I'm flyin, I'm higerrrr
Please don't shoot me down,
cuz I'm flyin, I'm higherr.

I swear this tea is havin a really good tempture right now.

I spit alcatraz bars I know,
and D-boys are the only alphabet boys I know,
Got a 380 on my waste and ranbow back home,
No more bandana round my dome,
Bandana in my right pocket, bitch I'm grown.
Fuck what you want,
watch me stand on the world as I sit in the throne,
and if I jump I'm goin to fly and look into the equal eyes,
and see I am lookin like you, why?
Bitch see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me,
and if your shootin for the stars then just shoot me,
but your bullets don't reach mars,
haws, claws because I'm a beast I'm a dawg I'll get cha,
my picture should be in the dictionary,
next to the definition of definition,
because repitition is the father of learnin,
and son I know your barrel is burnin but...

Chorus

Ay! Talk to my daddy.
Pop I did it to em, imma bastard,
and I'm goin to do it again like nigga backwards,
These niggas backwards, but they behind us.
Now watch me get high like times up Now D bring the drums back,
and watch me hit them where there lungs at like that,
I get respect cuz if don't I'm goin to take it,
I see your boys hatin and I see your girls naked.
It sounds like a naked gun, switch clips with my thumb,
and I pop another clip in and aim at his vision.
Cuz wayne is his vision, cuz wayne is the mission,
I'm aimin at a mirror...

Chorus

I'm flyin
I'm higherr