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Painted On My Heart
[The Cult] Machismo [Gomez] Da Rockwilder [Method Man & Redman] Roll All Day [Ice Cube] Party Up (Up In Here) [DMX] Stop The Rock [Apollo Four Forty] Better Days [Citizen King]

 

 

 

Painted On My Heart
 

 

 

I thought you’d be out of my mind

And I’d finally found a way to

Learn to live without you

I thought it was just a matter of time

Till I had a hundred reasons

Not to think about you

But it’s just not so

And after all this time

I still can’t let go

I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Scrawled upon my soul

Etched upon my memory baby

I’ve got your kiss

Still burning on my lips

The touch of my fingertips

Is love so deep inside of me

I was trying everything that I can

To get my heart to forget you

But it just can’t seem to

I guess it’s just no use

In every part of me

Is still a part of you

I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Scrawled upon my soul

Etched upon my memory baby

I’ve got your kiss

Still burning on my lips

The touch of my fingertips

Is love so deep inside of me

I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Painted on my heart

Painted on my heart

Something in your eyes keeps haunting me

I’m trying to escape you

And I know there ain’t no way to

To chase you from my mind

I’ve still got your face

Painted on my heart

Scrawled upon my soul

Etched upon my memory baby

I’ve got your kiss

Still burning on my lips

The touch of my fingertips

Is love so deep inside of me, baby

I’ve still got your face

I’ve still got your face

painted on my heart

painted on my heart

painted on my heart

 

 
Machismo
 

 

 

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

My brother’s into, my brother’s into

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

It’s serious, man

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

It’s serious, man

I seen a movie on it

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

Come around my way, toast the angels

He don’t do what it’s from, that ain’t right

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

It’s serious, man

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

It’s serious, man

I seen a movie on it

He’s into that, that spiritual stuff

Come around my way, toast the angels

He don’t do what it from, that ain’t right

Come around my way, toast the angels

He don’t do what it from, and that ain’t right

He don’t do what it from, and that ain’t right

So come around my way, toast the angels

He don’t do what it from, and that ain’t right

He don’t do what it from, and that ain’t right

 

 
Da Rockwilder
 

 

 

Oh my god… Oh my god!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!

Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture

closin down the sectar supreme neck protector

Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot

about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV

but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together

going all not together it don’t take much to please me

Still homes are never satisfy like the stones

we don’t condome bitin in the sellin crossbones

protectin what am writin don’t clash with the Titan

who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence

C’mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home

TICAL! (Fuck your lifestyle!) (Blew wind) … put your lights out

got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out

time for some action, surfin the avenue

mad at you, where I used to battle crews

back when Antoinette had that attitude

Cover me I’m going in, walls closin in

got us bustin off these pistols

my niggas got issues… again, same song

armed with the mega bomb

Blow you out the frame and I’m gone.

I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones

Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone

don’t condone Spent bank loans and homegrown

suckers break like Turbo

in no zone, when I, grab the broom

moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark

leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)

three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car

right behind on the boss

Haters don’t touch, weigh us both up

now my neighbor doped up

got the cable hooked up. All channels

lift my shirt all Mammal

you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.

sawed of shotgun

hand on the pump, sippin on a forty

puffin on a blunt

bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped

La la la la, la la la laaaaa

yeah c’mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped

La la la la, la la la laaaaaa

 

 
Roll All Day
 

 

 

I got a full tank of unleaded

Now we could roll all day, if I could ride all night

– I got a full tank of unleaded –

I see you walkin’ and I’m damn near stalkin’

You a chicken head and I’m chicken hawkin’, now we talkin’

‘Bout your unlucky backround

And how your ex-boyfriend is smokin’ crack now (why)

I’m very very simpethetic

But baby where you headed?

– I got a full tank of unleaded –

She got in and had ass for days like

– BOOM, BAM, GOD, DAMN! –

She aks me would I harm her

No, I’m a charmer

A fuckin’ night in shining armour

We went out and had a blast, everytime she walked past

Nigga got a quick fast glimpse of that ass

(“what choo wanna do after this?”)

I wanna get your tities in my fist

But you wanna kiss

Your mouth might taste like dick (ewww)

And I grew up on bearin’ wit, trick

Now we could roll all day, if I could ride all night

– I got a full tank of unleaded –

Niggas that I know don’t kiss no hoes

Niggas that I know don’t buy no clothes

Niggas that I know don’t fuck no pros

Niggas that I know roll foots (?) in fours (yeah)

Pull them panties off your hips

Pussy deep as crips

And ’bout as wide as my grip

Never ever get me with that wipper feel

They got a pants full of black steel

Am I too real?

You like dick I know you do

Wanna bring out the hoe in you

I know what you’re goin’ thru

You already think you’re cree-al

You should learn to suck this like Vanessa Del Rio

Aww, you thought I was a nice guy

But shit, I was around eight, with bitches gettin’ laid

If I wrap my dick in plastic

Now, how wide can that ass get?

It’s gettin’ drastic

Now we could roll all day, if I could ride all night

– I got a full tank of unleaded –

Should of picked up an old girl that I know

That’s what I get for fucking with you young hoes

About to get an attitude, what’s hapenin’?

Baby how you actin’?

Let’s get it crackin’ (c’mon)

No?

well then bitch you got to go

I put her ass out, on imperial

Hoe slamed my door, next to texico

Kick my lexo, broke my window

Put out my indo

Jumped out and said”bitch are you crazy?”

Fucked around and got lazy

She jumped in my car, took off, now I’m stuck

And all I want to do was fuck

(damn…)

I had to stroll all day, I had to walk all night

– I had a full tank of unleaded

 

 
Party Up (Up In Here)
 

 

 

Y’all gon’ make me lose my mind

up in HERE up in here

Y’all gon’ make me go all out

up in here up in here

Y’all gon’ make me act a FOOL

up in HERE up in here

Y’all gon’ make me lose my cool

up in here up in here

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

Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain

cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name

First of all, you ain’t rapped long enough

to be fuckin with me and you, you ain’t strong enough

So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman

I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?

Y’all niggaz is characters, not even good actors

What’s gon’ be the outcome? Hmm, let’s add up all the factors

You wack, you’re twisted, your girl’s a hoe

You’re broke, the kid ain’t yours, and e’rybody know

Your old man say you stupid, you be like,”So?

I love my baby mother, I never let her go”

I’m tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss

that don’t belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?

They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them

who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head

No more talkin – put him in the dirt instead

You keep walin – lest you tryin to end up red

Cause if I end up fed, y’all end up dead

Cause youse a soft type nigga

Fake up North type nigga

Puss like a soft white nigga

Dog is a dog, blood’s thicker than water

We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter

The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out

We run up in there, e’rybody come out, don’t nobody run out

Sun in to sun out, I’ma keep the gun out

Nigga runnin his mouth? I’ma blow his lung out

Listen, yo’ ass is about to be missin

You know who gon’ find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin

Grandma wishin your soul’s at rest

but it’s hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!

One… two… meet me outside

meet me outside, meet me outside

All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon’ meet me outside

meet me outside, meet me outside

All my big ball-ERS gon’ meet me outside

meet me outside, meet me outside

All my fly lad-IES gon’ meet me outside

meet me outside, meet me outside

All my street street peoples meet me outside

meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y’all bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man X got ya bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Swizz Beatz got y’all bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Ruff Ryders got y’all bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man keep you bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man keep you bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

All my streets they bouncin again

Bouncin again, we’re bouncin again

Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again

Bouncin again and we bouncin again

Double R keep it comin, ain’t nuttin y’all

Ain’t nuttin y’all can do, now…

 

 
Stop The Rock
 

 

 

Stop the rock, stop the rock

Stop the rock, stop the rock

Stop the rock, can’t stop the rock

You can’t stop the rock, stop the rock

Stop the rock, can’t stop the rock

You can’s stop the rock, can’t stop the rock (repeated)

Shake that paranoia, can’t stop the rock! (repeated)

Come move me move me

Dancing like Madonna, into the groovy

Stop the rock, can’t stop the rock

You can’t stop the rock, can’t stop the rock

Let’s get down and dirty baby

Come get down and dirty babe

Down and dirty baby

Shape the rock like Henry Moore

Aphrodite at the waterhole, come on!

Stop the rock, can’t stop the rock

You can’t stop the rock, can’t stop the rock

 

 
Better Days
 

 

 

In my shoes my toes are busted

My kitchen says my bread is molded

Got a good job at the dollar store

One foot in the hole

One foot gettin’ deeper

With a broken mirror

And a blown out speaker

I ain’t got much else to lose

I’m faded, flat busted

Been jaded, I been dusted

I know that I’ve seen better days

One foot in the hole

One foot gettin’ deeper crank it to eleven

And blow another speaker

And I ain’t got, I ain’t got much to lose

Cuz I’ve seen better days

Been the star of many plays

I’ve seen better days

And the bottom drops out

My cup’s filled up with five buck wine

Find myself here all the time

Another rip in the glass

Another chip in my tooth

Rained on, I’ve been stained on

Found another goat I put the blame on

Now I’m steppin’ on all the cracks

But I guess there ain’t no use

I’m bent like glass second hand like glory

Missed the bus but I’m in no hurry

Molasses fast, no business born

One foot in the hole

One foot gettin’ deeper crank it to eleven

Blow another speaker

And I ain’t got, I ain’t got much to lose

Cuz I’ve seen better days

Been the star of many plays

I’ve seen better days

And the bottom drops out

I’ve seen better days

Been the star of many plays

I’ve seen better days

And the bottom drops out


 

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