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posted on Jul, 25 2006 @ 01:23 AM
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Roots Manuva - Awfully Deep





Guns, Bitches, Hoes, Crack
Death and disease and a baseball bat
STD that have no names
Down in the clinic with headful of shame
Russian roulette with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the fast lane
A big nose bleed and a bag of coc aine
Just got the news about the tumour in my brain
Just don't care so we sniff it all the same
Just caught my best friend sleeping with my girlfriend Jane
Now were thinking of a way to get them slain
Assassins for hire they shall get paid
2 G 3 G whatever it cost
None of those fools should of got me cross
I'm just about ready for a treacherous thing
Hand grenade on the plane looks another Dunblane

Mass murdering brains on the floor
You're dead cos i said you shouldn't live no more
You done and made me lose my cool
Wheres my tool, who's the bigger fool
Road rage, pavement rage all kinda rage
You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age
Every other days a good day to die
Be careful if you love your lives
You don't know nothing
You don't see nothing
You don't be nothing
You don't do nothing
But we all gotta be someone and somebody
But everybody here cant be that rich
You know the saying life's a bitch
I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch
Keep your mouth shut let me dig this ditch
Don't you be a stupid bitch

I took a blunt knife and took a piece of my heart
That's my sacrifice, my wayward device
It sound mad though, my self mutilation
Like Dr Forster on his very first patient
The Gods ain't happy cos man is praising himself
Planning to get to heaven with that earthly wealth
Blood money, drug money nobody budge money
Mass fertility souls on the guillotine
Meantime I unravel calling Jimmy Saville
Come fix my epitome, I bid to leave the bitterness



[edit on 25/7/06 by Implosion]




posted on Jul, 25 2006 @ 09:13 AM
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Queens Of The Stone Age - Leg Of Lamb





You're a head case with a smile
Can't stop to make up your mind
Education is so lame (so lame)
When you bitch and you moan
You're a loose girl, I'm a guy (hey)
You're a truth freak with a lie
The situation is so strange
It's a tv show

In a hotel on the phone
You're gonna leave me, I should've known (should've known)
And I was thinkin, it's so sad
I didn't want you to go
Don't wanna follow the laws of man
Bloody apron, leg of lamb
It's so hard to win
When there's so much to lose

Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ain't a bad thing
This ain't reality
Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ain't a bad thing
Because it is natural

Second Avenue, raising Cain
I'm a sinner, ring my bell (hey)
I'll tell you what, I get up
If I knew I fell



-tts



posted on Jul, 25 2006 @ 09:18 AM
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NIN - Getting Smaller





[edit on 25-7-2006 by Lysergic]



posted on Jul, 25 2006 @ 09:48 AM
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Don’t plan on marrying baby
I’ll get you what you need
Not too far to go on
Not too far to bleed

You can ask for pins in your head
You can ask for symmetrical planning
You can ask for tortuous membrane
You can ask for orange juice frozen

Oooh you

You can ask for any old woman
You can ask for an army of ants
You can ask for a pillar of poison
You can ask for sheep and shavers

And you can die for
Be careful what you wish for
Be careful what you wish for


[edit on 25/7/06 by Implosion]



posted on Jul, 25 2006 @ 03:22 PM
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Yung Joc - Goin' down



Niggaz in my face
Damn near er' day
Askin a million questions like
Jock where ya stay
Tell 'em collegepark
Where they chop cars
Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar
Jest bought a zone jays on my feet
I'm on that patron so get like me
69 cutlass wit the bucket seat
Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood posted at the sto
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If a girl choose let her do her thang
Just like her momma nice ass nice brain
Er'body love me I'm so fly
Niggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by
I know ya wonder why
I'm so cool
Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok)


Meet me in the trap its goin down
Meet me in the mall its goin down
Meet me in the club its goin down
Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down


Verse numba 2 do the damn thang
Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank
When I'm in the mall hoes just pause
I pop a few tags give me that on the wall
Time to flip the work make the block bump
Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump
Dope boi magic seven days a week
Numba one record long as nitty on the beat
Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know
Lights camera action when I walk through the door
Niggaz know my crew we certified stars
Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars
Bitches in the back
Black beamer coups
Girls like girls time to recruit
If ya got a problem say it to my face
We can knuckle up any time any place


Time to set it off let these nigga know
Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?
I ride real slow no need to speed
Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet
Feds on my trail but they thank I don't know
I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope
Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye
Ask 'em how I know its me surprise!
Put it in the air rep where ya stay
Take a step back blow the kush in they face
Stuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats
I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it



posted on Jul, 26 2006 @ 03:23 AM
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Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down





You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down




[edit on 26/7/06 by Implosion]



posted on Jul, 26 2006 @ 06:07 AM
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Roots Manuva - Brand New Second Hand





I bring you ten ton girth to this homegrown range
Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain
But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate
We elevate to that next state, motion divine
Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall
With this knowledge and overstanding
Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff
Yes, we come proper with potency
Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein
I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged
And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher
Chat like pickney to the piper that pied
As this natural mystic blows through the air
These lessons of life become crystal clear
Precision of my vision is ital
Separating sharks from the blessed is vital
Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner
One time I might warn ya, twice you'll catch cuff
No, we won't stop rebuke thee
You satanics, you fools can't recruit me
Not now while there's

[Chorus]
Movements fi make, typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Movements fi make, typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie
Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army
How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming
Run and catch in tune with the elements
Set speed we proceed, traction for action
Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side
Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise
I can still recognize devilworks when I see it
Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends
Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend
They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax
We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed
Best believe that these times is treacherous
And I know not how else I'm supposed to act
But stand close to culture roots-fi
See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle
Haggling others who for the cause
Reigning with that roots type terror
Freaking at your weakhearty era
We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools

Movements fi make, typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Movements fi make, typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

Movements fi make, typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through
Movements fi make, typhoons brew
Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right



[edit on 26/7/06 by Implosion]



posted on Jul, 27 2006 @ 10:17 AM
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Queens Of The Stone Age - Mexicola



Setting sun deals hands of gold
There's velvet eyes in Mexico
Just a fall away
And all she said was true
Speak in tongues, speak in lies
Drooling livers, born to die
It's a wonder that those guns don't point at you

[chorus:]
Keep sayin, go on, keep sayin, go on, keep sayin, you will live forever

Point and shoot, I know just what you mean
In a world that's full of **** and gasoline, baby
One dog's dead one's on the phone
Just leave a lung or leave it alone
It's that same on song again
I hate it cause it's true




-tts



posted on Jul, 27 2006 @ 10:44 AM
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Maria Muldaur, "Waitress at the Doughnut Shop".



posted on Jul, 27 2006 @ 11:09 AM
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Queens Of The Stone Age - Little Sister






-tts






[edit on 27-7-2006 by The_Truth_Seeker]



posted on Jul, 27 2006 @ 12:58 PM
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compilation of the day...

Shapeshifters - Lola's Theme
Shapeshifters - Lola's Theme - Club Mix
Kathy Mattea - 455 Rocket
Don Henley - All She Wants To Do Is Dance
Commander Tom - Attention
Chris Rea - Texas
Grandmaster Flash - The Message
Starship - Jane
David Wilcox - Layin' Pipe
Doug And The Slugs - Making It Work
Loggins And Messina - Your Mama Don't Dance
4 The Cause - Stand By Me
Billy Idol - Eyes Without A Face
George Thorogood - Bad To The Bone
Gino Vanelli - Black Cars
I Mother Earth - One More Astronaut
Love And Rockets - Ball Of Confusion
The Belle Stars - Iko Iko
The Box - Closer Together
The Fabulous Thunderbirds - Tough Enough
Dionne Farris - I Know
Steely Dan - Don't Take Me Alive
Pete Townsend - Eminence Front
The Atlanta Rhythm Section - Doraville
Amazulu - Montego Bay
Walter Rossi - Sniffin' The Breeze
Ian Drury - Blockheads
The Box - Ordinary People
The Matrix - 07 - Prodigy - Mindfields
The Matrix - 02 - Propellerheads - Spybreak
The Grid - Swamp Thing
Pat Travers - Crash And Burn
Al Jarreau - We're In This Love Together
Spandau Ballet - Chant No 1 (I Don't Need This Pressure On)
Sass Jordan - So Hard
The Matrix - The Making Of The Matrix
The Ozark Mountain Daredevils - Arroyo
Ice T - New Jack Hustler
The Ozark Mountain Daredevils - If You Want To Get To Heaven
Nicolette Larson - Rhumba Girl
The Outlaws - 04 - Freeborn Man
Hackers - 05 - Orbital - Halcyon And On And On
MI2 17 Zap Mama - Iko Iko
Dave Dudley - Six Days On The Road
The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy - Television The Drug Of The Nation
Spandau Ballet - Chant No 1 (I Don t Need This Pressure On)
Hackers - 02 - Underworld - Cowgirl
Robyn - Show Me Love
Celine Dion - Love Can Move Mountains
Robyn - Do You Know What It Takes
Meridian Green - Walking To Washington
Mix Mistress Michelle - One Small Step For Man
Sheryl Crow - Steve McQueen
The Emotions - Got To Be Real
The Smashing Pumpkins - Bullet With Butterfly Wings
Janet Jackson - Nasty Boys
Glenn Frey - Smuggler's Blues
Rolling Stones - Undercover Of The Night
Steely Dan - Kid Charlemagne
Saga - On The Loose



posted on Jul, 27 2006 @ 02:06 PM
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It's time to smoke

Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze

#'s all finger licking good when you rollin' through the hood
Twistin Lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the wood
Cuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunk
I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt
Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles
Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile
Acting wild but you ain't even skirt in the pit
Talking #, ain't worth a lick
You wanna bark, then you'll get bit, woof
Blow the roof off like an atom bomb
D-Loc to Johnny Richter's like ping to pong
Ain't nothing wrong, don't fix # if it ain't broke
We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes,
Mother#ers

Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze

My voice is swayin, people always ask me what I'm sayin'
Playin' (shottie?) for the women, so I'm smooth operating
Just (plain gamin?), while you smokin on the hay
And for the peeps who are working (??) start your savin'

I keep it clean shaven, around 4 corners
We warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold us
Like soldiers we fold ya, keep our composure
Roll you in a joint, light you up and smoke ya

Only take so much shwag, made me (??) and gag,
It's time to smoke some (??) so i reached in my bag
Fix my sag as i pulled out my orange zig zags
You know the Kottonmouth Kings, the worlds' greatest tag

Team, we gleam, i spit poisonous juice
Abuse microphones, let my flow run loose
Calling out all troops, puttin' weight up on the table
Bring a scale, round by round, check the soundscan

Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop,
DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak, who locks to beats
Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot
Take from us, better not

Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze

I got a knack for bud smoke chronic (??)
D-Loc's no joke, toke for toke, he'll float your boat
(??) down my throat, took off my coat
Was it wet? It was soaked
Out smoke you? Not really, nope
Sat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smoke
A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke
No dollar stretched out, felt like a stroke
Brain transformed, like I was on the dose
Provoke, no coke, I never done roak
You gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roach
Tryin' to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toast
On the coast to coast, deep in the post
Got my eyes on my crops, watchin' over my gross
Just daze you a little, damn he's kinda dope

(I see that I might have underestimated him
You have obviously underestimated my power)

Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze


[edit on 27-7-2006 by Lysergic]



posted on Jul, 27 2006 @ 02:56 PM
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luniz - i got five on it



posted on Jul, 27 2006 @ 03:21 PM
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Roots Manuva - Run Come Save Me





[Chali 2na]
my escapades exceed caddy escalades
i'm best behaved to the rhythm i'm just a slave
selected brave ah lecture me extra waves
doggin your sounds causing you clowns just to cave
address the rage rush the stage just to blaze
glorifing glamour and gore is just a phase
cutting down the rainforest for cows just to graze
it's killin the populous while you clone test tube babes
test the change cuz of the fantasies they try to feed us
under the bridge drumming for flea an anthony kiedis
i ran from elitist who got the truth confused
it's the manphibian and the one roots manuva

[Roots Manuva]
yo, mystic mindset travel at work 8
flashback to my very first taste of hash cake
oh lord i feel so sensual
and every now and then i get a great sense of wha...
synchronization of the hip gyration of the old time new brand
back to back, man or no man no matter oh man
boy or boy girl or girl
steppin out of place with the light of the world i'm locked up
weed grass rushing thru my veins
slip over the rocky terrain and maintain
like a weed whore checkin that hydroponic bud
earth child, come see me rolling in the mud
he there go ever so civilized while i unrobe
no played out to catch wives
don't wanna get knicks up in their mix up
wanna just fix up mind soul and mental plane

(Chorus 2x Both)
join the dots, block blood in the block
knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
2na manuva get gettin the got
stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

[Chali 2na]
yo some of these fellas be over zealous
we have them darks jealous in dark cellas
blowing like branford marsalis
we park dwellers rhythm rebellers
we spark letters we art sellers
pleadin the waters the sharks fell us
be quick with your camcorder in no particular plan order
we go hit like vehicular man slaughter sing

[Roots Manuva]
in ding bring a fling of bringin it on
refuse to get lost in the quest for one
although we trans-atlantic we never pedantic
check my antic, we most romantic
we plan # new for self quantumly
we killin the saw man we killin the sea

[repeat 2X]
join the dots, block blood in the block
knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
2na manuva get gettin the got
stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot

[Roots Manuva]
no sir mr 2na, i can't burn the blunt
i remember the last time and haven't got time

[Chali 2na]
yo yo, you ran slower while my clan grow chance'll
let the man know my pen brush stroke like van gogh
i dissapear like his missing ear when i'm switchin gears
shining like your kitchenware rhymes rich and rare
get your picture clear 2na the stealth reporter
i melt your order like sugar and seltzer water
whoever felt the horror but knows that their chance vague
surround your sound like a spandex pants leg
spread like an advanced plague worms never dance may
shout the f and f that beats my man craig

[repeat 2X]
join the dots, block blood in the block
knock knockin the not, the which the where the what
2na manuva get gettin the got
stewed chicken in the dust pot runnin it hot


[edit on 27/7/06 by Implosion]



posted on Jul, 27 2006 @ 08:56 PM
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Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do'
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can # all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which court, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week #ed around and got a triple double
Freaking 'n-word's everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Joe I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino

Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to # since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one
she didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.
Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the #
What the # am I thinking about?



[edit on 27-7-2006 by Lysergic]



posted on Jul, 28 2006 @ 03:32 AM
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hawthorne heights~ if only we were lonely



posted on Jul, 28 2006 @ 04:42 AM
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D.A.V.E. the Drummer - hydraulix mix sessions




posted on Jul, 28 2006 @ 04:44 AM
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A piece of chicken shwarma..

Heck I thought I found it all

GO GO GO Sillinous1



posted on Jul, 28 2006 @ 12:47 PM
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compilation of the day...

Bob Marley - Jamming
The Isley Brothers - It's Your Thing
The Boomtown Rats - Tell Me Why I Don't Like Mondays
54 40 - Ocean Pearl
Steely Dan - FM
Jane Child - 04 - Don't Want To Fall In Love
Bass Is Base - Funkmobile
10cc - I'm Not In Love
The Beach Boys - Little Honda
Fludd - 02 - How's Life Breaking
Shocking Blue - Venus
The Hollies - Long Cool Woman
Terrence Trent Darby - Sign Your Name
Evanescence - Fallen - 01 - Going Under
Collective Soul - Where The River Flows
CSNY - So Far - 11 - Suite - Judy Blue Eyes
Terri Clark - Fearless - 01 - No Fear
Sigue Sigue Sputnik - 21st Century Boy
38 Special - Teacher Teacher
The Infidels - Infidels - 01 - 100 Watt Bulb
Foreigner - Cold As Ice
Foghat - Fool For The City
Simon & Garfunkel - Greatest Hits - 03 - The Boxer
Frank Zappa - Apostrophe - 03 - Saint Alphonzo's Pancake Breakfast
The Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy



posted on Jul, 28 2006 @ 01:25 PM
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Tupac - Picture Me Rollin'


[2Pac]
Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)
(Hahahahaha) Yeah
(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)
Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!
Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Hoe bustaz

Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin
Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!
Don't want to be another number
I got a #in gang of weed to keep from goin under
The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
when niggaz shootin at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin
Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen
thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin

Can you see me now? Heheheh
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture
Can you see it? Hahah
Pictue me rollin
Yeah nigga!
Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you
Guess who's back?

[Syke]
I got ki's, comin from overseas
Cost a nigga two hundred G's
I'm a street comando, Nino for example
This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle
So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa
Thug, branded to be a women layer
So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin
Make me wanna start back bangin
So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed
Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange
All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on Re-mi
in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome
As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin
It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!

[Danny Boy]
Picture, picture me, picture me rollin
Rollin, picture me rollin
Wheelin, picture me rollin in
Picture me yea yeah

[CPO]
Mmm, I gots to get the # up in it, formulate a caper
Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper
My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?
So I needs to hit a lick, drastically
I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot
And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)
Checkin in the park, 'Pac

[2Pac]
We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit
CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it
I get the liquor, and you could get the females
This crooked # that we inflictin gettin street sales

[CPO]
Move smooth as a mother#er, me and my nine
I'm as cool as a mother#er, I'ma get mine
Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen
Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin

[Danny Boy]
Rollin
Picture me roll-hoee-ollin
Picture me, picture me rollin

[2Pac speaks while Danny Boy keeps singing]
Heheheheheheh
Is y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin roll call
You know there's some muh'#ers out there I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities
All you bitch ass C.O.'s
Can you niggaz see me from there?
Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!
Picture me rollin, baby
Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on
Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin
Oh, I forgot! The D.A.
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the hoe see me from here?
Can you see me, hoe?
Picture me rollin
And all you punk police -- can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin nigga, legit

Free like O.J. all day
You can't stop me
You know I got my niggaz up in this mother#er
Manute, Pain, Syke, ?, Mopreme, ??
Can you picture us rollin?
Can you see me hoe? Hehehe
Is y'all ready for me? .. We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track right here, close your eyes
and picture me rollin



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