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Cypress Hill Lyrics

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By Vladinator
from the Noreaga department, Section Complete and Total Nonsense
Posted on Sat May 28, 2005 at 11:47:05 AM GMT
Rap Superstar Lyrics

(feat. Eminem, Noreaga)

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[Eminem Speaking]
Most people don't see how much work is really involved
in this rap shit
I didn't know it
I didn't see it
I never saw it until i was actually in it
You really gotta be in it
To understand what its like
But you always gotta
People always gotta see your smile
You always gotta put on that fake
You know what i'm sayin
No matter what u just been through

[B-Real]
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[B-Real]
I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up
Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up
To rock crowds make money
Chill wit the honies
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
Shits funny
How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it
Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
and losin some of your peers
And losin some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how to act
Shits deep
48 tracks
Studio gangsta mack
Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
But never will
Till he crosses over still
Feelin no hate
But fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese
You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay to play
Trapped in what you rappin about
Tell me what happened when you lost clout
The rout you took started collapsing
No fans
No fame
No respect
No change
No women
And everyone shits on your name

[Chorus]
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[Noreaga Speaking]
When you sign to a record label
You don't know you sign your life over
And these whiteboys don't care about you
Cuz the minute you fall off
They'll find another Noreaga
And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga
And they'll find another B-Real
So you need to just keep
Stack your chips up
Do what you gotta do while your hot
And mafuckin get out the game
Stick to the drug game
And the drug game is even worse
Because if someone jerks you
You can shoot em and kill me
But in this game if someone jerks you
You gotta be humble

[Eminem Speaking]
No matter what you just been through
Shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people
You gotta be on the up and up
And everything gotta be all good
When you see someone slap hands with em
You know what i'm sayin give em a pound
Or whatever it is
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
My own son don't know me
Sittin up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
Cuz they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
Who just wanna cling on swing on
And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year
And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame
Started gettin ignored
I warned him
Assured him
This ain't easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They talkin evil

[Chorus]
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Cypress Hill Lyrics | 9 comments (9 topical, 0 hidden)
Watching Pulp Fiction the other night (5.00 / 1) (#5)
by Beef on Tue Jun 07, 2005 at 07:12:46 AM GMT

There was that question: Are you a Beatles person or an Elvis person? and NerdGirl wanted to know if there was a contemporary equivalent to that question. Best I could come up with: Are you an Eminem person or a Kid Rock person?

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Be conservative in what you do. Be liberal in what you accept from others.



Hm, that's not bad, (none / 0) (#6)
by Vladinator on Tue Jun 07, 2005 at 01:55:25 PM GMT

but better might be "are you an Eminem person, or a Will Smith person."

"It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it. - G.W. Bush"
[ Parent ]



I don't know... (5.00 / 1) (#7)
by Beef on Wed Jun 08, 2005 at 05:11:44 AM GMT

Eminem v. Kid Rock plays on the whole Blue State / Red State dichotomy.

GWB: "It ain't braggin' if you back it up, bitch."

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Be conservative in what you do. Be liberal in what you accept from others.
[ Parent ]



They're both from Michigan (none / 0) (#8)
by Vladinator on Wed Jun 08, 2005 at 08:16:27 PM GMT

The reason I say Will Smith is a better choice is simple. WS represents everything positive (and liberal) and Rap as art, and Eminem represents everything trashy, homophobic, and short sighted. As much as I hate to admit it, Em is a perfect expression of what the right wing is really all about. He's a real man's man. Just ask his wife.

"It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it. - G.W. Bush"
[ Parent ]



I know they're both from Michigan (5.00 / 1) (#9)
by Beef on Thu Jun 09, 2005 at 02:35:54 PM GMT

But they're from radically different worlds.  Once you get past 10 Mile Road you might as well be in Alabama.  Rural lower Michigan is like a really uptight, Dutch Reformed Bible Belt.

"We won't condemn you for your debaucherous lifestyle or blasphemous beliefs.  We'll just ignore you."

--
Be conservative in what you do. Be liberal in what you accept from others.
[ Parent ]



Almost all current rap is shit (5.00 / 2) (#4)
by l33t j03 on Tue May 31, 2005 at 10:44:42 AM GMT

How many different ways can people rap about themselves, what they would do in particular sitations, or what they drive?

Ol Dirty could rap:

...
Watch your shit fall like Rome
I'm immune to all viruses
I get the cocaine it cleans out my sinuses
Just for slinging *nuh* I get a quarter a mil
I'll have it raining ice drops the size of automobiles
Kill all the government microchips in my body
I'm the paranoid nigga at your party
I kill all my enemies at birth!
Shut the f**k up!
Bitch and let my slide my hands up your skirt<p>

Straight up! ODB type shit
Y'all watch out for the Abbott and Crazy Monk
Coming soon
Splashed y'all with the organic hip-hop spazola type
Naw mean
Straight up!
...

Now that is rappin

Pain is weakness leaving the body.



4 sizzle (5.00 / 3) (#3)
by Bold Marauder on Sat May 28, 2005 at 03:13:18 PM GMT



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and even more song lyrics (5.00 / 1) (#2)
by xxxxxxxxxx on Sat May 28, 2005 at 01:07:15 PM GMT

Artist: Snoop Dogg f/ Pharrell Williams
Album: R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta) - The Masterpiece
Song: Drop it Like it's Hot
[Intro]
Snooooooooooop..
Snooooooooooop..
[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on
[Verse - Pharrell Williams]
Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams
See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat
That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat
The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs
The interior like suicide wrist red
I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed
Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead
Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street
Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat
So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit
Trying to ask me shit
When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit
You should think about it, take a second
Matter fact, you should take four B
And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P
[Chorus]
[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
{*scratches*} "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo



more song lyrics! (5.00 / 1) (#1)
by xxxxxxxxxx on Sat May 28, 2005 at 01:06:15 PM GMT

Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Candy Shop

Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus]

   



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